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Post by Adam Young on Sept 12, 2012 23:48:30 GMT -5
Adam could tell that the other boy was joking - maybe even being a bit sarcastic - was his tone bitter? He wasn't sure. It was kind of funny, though, to imagine a whole bunch of regular looking guys sitting around a table, all speaking normally, but wearing various types of Star Wars helmets. He couldn't help but laugh.
He shrugged. His bond with Dog really was extraordinary - Adam wasn't sure what made it work so well. He gave the other boy the best answer he could. "I trust him an' he trusts me. Plus, Dog's real smart. It's almost like he can understand me sometimes." Dog sniffed at the treat in the hunter's hand, then nibbled at it in small bites until he was finished with it, licking his hand clean when he was finished and opening his mouth for hunter, hoping he had more food. "No, Dog," Adam said sternly. "Don' be so spoiled."
Adam shuddered. He didn't like thinking about it, but this guy seemed like he really had a reason to get rid of, or at the very least, stop the villains. He spoke slowly and quietly, as if he was trying to remember. "They had mind control. An' they said I was really powerful an' they were tryin' to get me to come with them. It was really scary. But I just looked straight into their leader's eyes - or, 'least, I thought they were eyes, I couldn't tell, he was wearin' a helmet - an' I told him t' go away, an' honestly, I haven't seen 'em in these parts or heard 'bout them since." He shook his head. "It was scary. I don't like it much."
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Post by Adam Milligan on Sept 22, 2012 16:54:13 GMT -5
Adam seemed to be amusing to the other guy. Okay, maybe it had been a bit funny, especially with what he had been thinking about -he doubted the guy was a mindreader, at least Adam hoped not, he didn't like the idea of someone reading his mind at all.
Adam straightened up, wiping the dog slobber on his jeans. Dog had certainly seemed clever before. For a dog that was. He snickered when the dog opened his mouth. "You sure you give him food back home? He seems starved." He petted Dog on his head.
"Powerful as in?" Adam prompted. It figured though. The mysterious stopping of the rain, the fact that guy had seemed to be familiar, even in the light of a lantern. Suddenly it dawned on him. "Powerful as in the Antichrist guy?" he guessed. He'd heard about the guy, seen glimpses on television.
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Post by Adam Young on Sept 22, 2012 17:06:46 GMT -5
"You're gonna need to wash those now, y'know," Adam said, smirking and laughing again. This guy was just too funny. He'd have to keep him around. "Dog's potent as all hell." Adam feigned mock-offense when the other boy suggested he starved his pet. "Of course I do, what're you thinking I am, some kinda animal abuser? My mum makes Dog all his own meals and stuff. He's spoiled."
To be honest, Adam was a little jealous of Dog sometimes. The beagle was cute, very cute - and sometimes he felt like that was how he got his way whenever he wanted with his Mum. He'd have to figure out what Dog had that he didn't and try to use that on his Mum whenever she yelled at him for staying out after curfew.
Adam sighed. He hated that name, almost as much as he hated the name 'Messiah' the other side gave him. It was honestly too much responsibility, too much of anything that he never even signed up for, didn't realize what was even going on at the time. He was eleven, for God's sake. He barely even knew what the building he was touring with his class was for, let alone what the scientists did to him. "I can't stand it when they call me that. It's labels, and labels are stupid, that's what they are. I'm no Antichrist an' I'm no Messiah or whatever you wanna call me. If you're gonna call me anythin' at all, call me Adam. That's my name."
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Post by Adam Milligan on Sept 23, 2012 15:09:39 GMT -5
"I was planning on burning them" Adam said with a shrug. "People tend to be suspicious about people walking around with bloodstains." He raised an eyebrow at the guy's mock offense and statement about his dog. "Damn, wish someone made my meals for me" he muttered.
Adam had heard about the guy. Said to be powerful, which is why they gave him those names. As far as he knew, the guy wasn't really on both sides which explained his earlier behavior about stopping guys. He'd always wondered what Morningstar industries had wanted with the guy. When he heard what the guy's real name was, he snickered. "How come nobody's forcing you to pick a side?" he wondered instead of giving his name. He'd rather not.
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Post by Adam Young on Sept 24, 2012 2:08:35 GMT -5
"I meant 'cause of the dog drool." He rolled his eyes and looked down at Dog. "Though I guess that'd make sense too. If I saw a different guy walkin' about with blood all over his clothes I'd have a couple of questions for him too." Actually, Adam would have many questions for the hypothetical other man. Adam hardly ever had only a 'couple' questions. In Adam's world, a 'couple' of anything, save people, really, meant at least seventy.
"Y'know, you don't have to be passive aggressive about it, or anything," he said, noticing the other boy's tone, and then asking quickly, "Why doesn't anybody make food for you? Don't you have any friends that can cook for you every once in a while?" Adam knew the pains of having to make food for yourself well - though his mum did do most of the cooking at home, when she was out, he tended to make himself grilled cheese sandwiches that turned out to be burnt cheese sandwiches.
Adam ran a hand through his hair. The other boy was being suspiciously avoidant about who he was, and he couldn't help but wonder what side he was on - if he was even on a side at all. Still, he could at least give his side of the story. Maybe then people would stop calling him stupid names and start calling him by his real name. "They tried, a lot. But really, nobody can really force anybody to do anything, I don't think. Some people are afraid of me, which really doesn't make any sense to me 'cause I don't hurt people or whatever. 'Sides, I think it's about the biggest statement you can get if you're trying to force a guy to do something that will force other people to do something if you an' yourself force them to think of other solutions to their problems, 'cause the guy you're forcing is not interested." That usually made more sense in his head, but he hoped he'd gotten his point across.
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