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 Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 1:26 pm
Immediately, Olan's tension faded away. So it had been just a draft, no Demon. "Thank goodness," he mouthed. "For a moment I was scared that maybe he isn't afraid of you anymore. If that ever happened, it would be terribly difficult to get away from him." It was true, or at least Olan thought. He didn't know what demons are generally afraid of, but this particular one didn't like being around Dustynn.
Come to think of it, how long will he have to be near Dustynn? Probably for the rest of his life. The Demon just doesn't know when to quit and look for someone else to bully and tempt. Olan began to wonder how long the Demon had been after him. That same terrifying presence had haunted him throughout his entire life, even when he was alone in the Fluffsworth House before it was burned down. Why now did he appear?
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 2:10 pm
"Yep. Loch's so ugly that he scares everything, immortal or not, away." Marissa teased, punching the younger gang leader in the arm. "Don't worry. I know all about your little tango with hell." She smirked, winking at Olan.
"Yes. I'm so ugly that I scared my mother and sister to heaven and my father to hell." Dustynn muttered, although sarcasm and amusement tinted his words. "Anyway, hanging around me forever just doesn't seem appealing to the average person, you, so Marissa and I are thinking of someway for you to... repel our little friend."
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 3:41 pm
Olan couldn't help but laugh silently at the ugly joke. On contrary, he didn't think the gang leader was ugly at all, but he is a bit scary. Of course, he can't let Dustynn know that, especially since the young man is a gang leader and... killer.
At hearing the words "someway" and "repel", Olan looked at Dustynn as if he was interested in the topic, which he definitely was. He could hardly believe what he heard. "There's actually a way to keep away that Demon?" he asked, though of course without sound. "How? Is that even possible?" It didn't seem like so, but if Dustynn and Marissa dared to think that it is, then why not consider the plan?
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 6:45 pm
"Well... since the Demon is scared of me... we're trying to figure out what about me scares him." Dustynn muttered, fiddling with a knife and an apple. "If it's my appearance, then it looks like you're going to have to play gay and carry around a picture of my ugly face." He sighed, cutting into the apple expertly. "If it's scent, we'll find some kind of way. And if it's my aura, which is emitted from any part of my body connected or not," Dustynn said, finishing his apple. "then you'll carry around this." He muttered, showing Olan a small leather pouch.
"Ooh~! It's so pretty!" Marissa squeeled, looking over Dustynn's shoulder. "Oh, and it has two hearts on it. That's so sweet!" She said, pretending to sound affectionate. "Is it for me?" She asked.
"No. It's a present." Dustynn hissed, wrapping it up in a plastic bag.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 7:16 pm
Olan curiously tilted his head to the side a bit. "Do you think that'll keep him away?" he asked. "What if it doesn't? For all we know, it could be something else he's scared of." The leather pouch didn't seem like it could fend off the Demon, but if Dustynn thinks so, then maybe Olan should give the idea a try. Who knows? The gang leader may be right.
It was a bit strange when Marissa had announced that the apple was decorated with two hearts. What were the hearts for? A sign of a bond between himself and Dustynn? Perhaps, or perhaps not.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 12:17 am
((The apple has the hearts, not the bag.))
"It should work. Mari only skinned off an ounce of my skin." He joked, although he shot Marissa a heated glance. "Anyway, I'm going out again. You coming with me, or are you going to stay here with Mari?" He asked, tossing the small parcel around in his hands.
"I promise to keep you safe." Marissa smiled, patting the younger boy on the head.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 10:35 am
(Whoops, sorry. I'll fix that.) Olan thought for a moment, and then came to his decision. "I'd rather go with Loch-san," he said, getting up from his seat. Though Marissa is a somewhat nice person, Olan just felt more comfortable with Dustynn. He didn't have much of an explanation why, except that he was beginning to trust the gang leader.
Of course, that didn't mean that he completely trusted the young man. There was no doubt he was still scared, but at least not like before.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 7:37 pm
"Where are you going, Hikaru?" Marissa asked, leaning against the counter. The gang leader shot her a heated glare, shaking his head and putting a finger to his lips. He obviously didn't want Olan to know his middle name or something, so Marissa giggled and made a 'sh' sound. "Fine then... Boss?"
"None of your business, Mari. Go pick on Lorin or somebody else." He said in a monotone voice as if nothing had happened. "C'mon Olan. We're taking the bikes." He announced, grabbing a small set of keys from the cork board by the door.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 8:20 pm
Olan blinked in confusion at the name Hikaru, but it seemed to be a personal name for Dustynn, so he shook it off. As he followed Dustynn to the door, he kept very close to him as if even a few feet away would give the Demon a chance to approach.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 8:44 pm
The bikes came into view as the two rounded the corner. They weren't what an average person off the streets would call 'bikes'. They were, in fact, motorcycles. And they all had names scrawled across the body in white sharpie. A red and black one had 'Dustynn' on it, so it was redundant to ask, "Who's bike is that?"
"Hop on. Unless you want to borrow Marissa's." Dustynn said, pointing to a pink moped with a swirling design of small cherry blossoms. "I'd prefer you get on though, since I don't trust that demon friend of yours."
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 8:53 pm
Olan nodded and got on Dustynn's bike, knowing it's best to do so. It wasn't like he could drive a motorbike anyway, so there wasn't a point in borrowing any bikes in the first place. What Olan wanted to know is what would the Demon do with him if he did drive a bike? Cause him to get in an accident?
"Loch-san, where are we going?" Olan asked out of curiosity. "W-we're not out to steal anything, right? We're just going to a normal destination?" Then a dreaded thought came to him. "Wait a moment, what if I get seen?! We both know that people are afraid of me, so what if they see me and start a riot of something?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 7:07 pm
"Don't worry. I don't get my hands dirty doing all of the grunt work." Dustynn muttered, giving Shirai his helmet. He knew that he was going to be riding without one, which was against gang conduct (whoo... rules) but he didn't really care. Everybody else's helmet was too big or, in Marissa's case, too small.
"We're going... someplace special. We'll probably be the only ones there, so it'll all be fine. Besides," Dustynn added with a smirk as he turned slightly, "I'm not going to let anybody touch you. Remember that."
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 7:28 pm
Olan then grew quite relieved. He didn't want to cause any trouble for Dustynn, though the only trouble he was unintentionally causing was currently being the object of interest to a very persistent Demon. He had yet to know what the Demon wanted from him except that it was for quite a malicious reason. Other than that, the purpose the creature had in mind was a mystery.
Though a bit worried about the gang leader lacking a helmet, Olan didn't mouth anything. Dustynn should probably be able to handle himself. It wasn't like anything Olan wanted to say would convince him otherwise.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 10:20 pm
Inserting the key into the bike made the motor roar to life. The familiar rumbling underneath him felt almost like a relief to Dustynn, who hadn't been able to ride his bike for quite some time. He could blame Lorin for trashing his bike later.
"Hold on, Olan. You may just fly off and land somewhere in the middle of the street." Dustynn called over the roar of the motor, gripping the gas in his right hand.
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