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Private we got gods to appease (Twins?)

Discussion in 'Pandora, Year 1 - 7' started by Billyboy, Jun 13, 2018.

  1. Billyboy

    Billyboy A Clockwork Orange

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    May 30, Year 7

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    So that fancy little magical school really does exist.


    The wind had gotten stronger and the air pressure heavier, yet Billyboy wasn't about to let a few drops of rain scare him so easily. Not when he had a whole herd of Sun Cows to look after, and so keep from starting a stampede by accident.


    Should have guessed correctly when I saw those spells flashing here and there through the binoculars...


    Therefore, he would be more than careful to not let his own voice get too loud or nervous. All the better to make sure his bright red charges went into their pens without any fear, where they would be properly fed and watered until the worst of the rain passed them all by.


    Main topic of conversation until then? The magic kids. Nice and neutral by nature, since he figured it was probably too late to stop 'em all from coming and making a pretty little homestead in the distance. Neither could he have


    (fucked up)


    risked anything further by attempting a one-man rescue from that dragon, since...it might be common knowledge by now that he didn't have the right mindset for shit like that.


    ...Still. Can't really go out there and do anything for or against 'em, right? No, they probably wouldn't have taken me anyway, no thanks to myself not having been born the same as all of those...


    He might have felt an ounce of jealousy over this matter, but nothing more, because there were more serious things to worry about first. Out upon that watery horizon, the clouds were clustering together like a gang of Nadsats preparing for a scrap in a dark alley somewhere. Soon the lightning and the thunder would come along after 'em, and then...storms.


    Anyway. We can't worry about those kids any further, ladies. Best we get ourselves back to the barn where it's safe, yeah? Follow me...


    At least, that had been his thought for the day, until the alley finally came back to reclaim him.


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  2. The Governor

    The Governor The Walking Dead
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    The Governor hung back in the brush, spyin’ on Billyboy, listening to his nonsensical ramblings to a herd of cows. Not goats He gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists, a fireball of rage burning in his chest. Billyboy… Daniel… They’d ruined his plans and humiliated him. He was gonna ruin them now, starting with this moron.

    Billyboy was preparing to usher the livestock back to safety, a spindly splinter of lightning branching across the black purple sky. The sharp crack of thunder that followed made the Governor’s incisors tingle and itch, reverberating down each one of his ribs.

    He crept soundlessly through the dense brush, moving to step out in front of Billyboy, his forearm rested on the butt of his holstered gun. A light scattering of raindrops dusted the broad shoulders of his walking coat, a balmy wind nudging the tails. His dark pants and engineer boots were speckled in dirt, the metal buckle of his belt gleaming in the poor light.

    The Governor bent his head, staring coldly at the top of his one good eye at Billyboy, his eye patch tight against his flesh. His face was bathed in restless shadows, another streak of lightning lighting it up momentarily, causing his eye to flash silver like a cat’s caught in headlights.

    He drew his Beretta with a creak of leather and click of metal, the barrel pointing at the ground between ‘em. The gun was just to intimidate Billyboy, ‘cos he had no intention of wasting a bullet on him. He deserved to suffer slow... Without end…

    “How many of your sweethearts am I gonna have to kill,” he began, his voice muffled in the hot, charged air of the thunderstorm. “Before you’ll come back with me to my workshop, hmm?”


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  3. Billyboy

    Billyboy A Clockwork Orange

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    Over the years


    (fuck, decades, more like)


    , Billyboy had come to expect a lot of bad things to happen without warning. Gangs of equally rotten Nadsats as himself coming in out of nowhere for a good scrap. Dragons swooping down from the sky and burning just about everything around 'em. Witchy queens sailing in and trying to set up their own nasty little colonization process. Seemingly caring people bringing himself in one day, and then shoving some stupid girl in between him and themselves another day so that they would have an excuse to stop caring.


    And even after all that bullshit, once the smoke had cleared...somehow there would still be phenomenally cosmic entities to undo all of said bullshit and fix himself up proper, thus giving him at least two good reasons to not drown himself.


    Unfortunately, none of these things prepared himself for the dirty bastard that decided to block him and his 'ladies' from getting to the barn like he'd planned. The same bastard who should have been out like bowing and scraping to his new Daddy for mercy and free pita bread...but wasn't.


    What d'you mean, sweethearts?” he asked flatly, staring Mr. Pirate Bastard in the only eye he had left.


    And what's this shit about a workshop? You building Apollo a new statue of himself?


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    Billyboy made the mistake of playin’ dumb, The Governor baring his teeth in a bitter grin.

    “Always gotta pick the hard way, hmm?” he drawled at the kiddo, taking his time to put away his gun. “Let’s see how many sweethearts it’s gonna take then.”

    The Governor had his talisman hanging around his neck, hidden under his shirt, the chain a little too hot against his skin. He grasped it with his mind, willing its fire to spread under his flesh, bubble his blood, melt his bones into new shapes and then reharden.

    There was a few seconds of blistering pain and crackling sounds, before he was dropping down on to four huge paws, baring his lengthening fangs at Billyboy.

    Always the hard way.

    He threw himself at the nearest cow, landing on its broad back and pinching hold of the top of its neck with his powerful jaws. The cow screamed out and started to buck around underneath him, but he held on tight with his teeth and front legs, his meat hook claws dug deep into its thick bristly skin.

    Its hoarse howls and shrieks were accompanied by the low, guttural bass of his snarls. The lower half of his body slipped off its bobbing back, but he remained holding the cow with his jaws and front claws. He’d wear it down eventually… Maybe eat it alive right in front of Billyboy…


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    Billyboy A Clockwork Orange

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    Honesty, Gods damn this fucker. All the big ones up in Olympus, and maybe a good deal of the lesser ones, too. The fact that he'd somehow managed to hoodwink even Apollo, of all deities, would certainly earn him all Their wrath. Imagine, all these fuckin' 'nice days', all this like pretending to be a 'Good Southern Samaritan', had been for nothing.

    That, and he had the nerve to go chewing on one of the Sun Cows when he could have gone after his own damned prey just as easily.

    "...All right...have it your way, ass clown..."

    He wasn't going to waste any time drawing a single arrow. That would just put Stella at risk of an early grave, and a possible lashing for himself as well.

    No, instead it was gonna be the old way...meaning, pulling out the old switchblade and moving in for a more direct kill strike. Anything to avoid putting poor Stella through further hell, 'cause this Gov was more than ready to do the job himself...

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    Fangs still piercing its thickset neck, he carried on riding around the hollering and thrashing cow. He snatched a glimpse of the greasy haired kiddo moving in on ‘em, somethin’ flashing back the light in his hand. Got himself a little weapon, hmm? The Tigernor had thirty of those sharp blades in his mouth, as well as five on each paw.

    That made it fifty in total. Fifty against one tooth of steel.

    He let go of the cow, but not before raking his claws down its flank, parting deep layers of flesh. Blood began to pump down one of its hind legs, staining the air with its sharp metallic scent. He’d done it both to slow down the cow, as well as mark it out so he could come back to it after he’d finished with Billyboy and his one tiny weapon. One against fifty.

    Rattling out a snarl, the Tigernor launched himself at the boy, striking out with a claw tipped forepaw with the intent of stripping the skin from his chest.
     
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  7. Billyboy

    Billyboy A Clockwork Orange

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    That's right,” he went on, feeling just a malenky bit angrier as the fuckin' pussycat finally let go of the cow, and then began aiming for himself instead.

    Come and get it, y' stupid, lyin' fu--


    ...Should he have called for back-up, or some other sentimental shit like that…?

    Ah, well.

    Too late now, boys and girls, because now involved moving his blade upward whilst Mr. Tiger began like cutting downwards at the same time. A decision which he would end up regretting later, of course...but only after the pain and the bleeding stopped.

    Until then...there wasn't much else for this little bastard to do other than scream...and bleed...and try pushing the beast off of him.




    [ @The Governor ]