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[KOCHI-KOCHI]

[PRIVATE RP FOR RIPPP]


Eros was stressed. And when he was stressed there were three things he liked to do. The first one was drinking. And he wasn't in the mood for that, considering it was like, ten in the morning. Just wasn't a sane thing to do. The second activity that calmed him when he was all tense was sitting down and reading a book. But that would mean being in the headquarters, which was quite frankly the last place he wanted to be. That, and the mutant had no reading material left.

But he had to get this anxiety out of his system. He nearly felt nauseous with all of it. This Alistair cyborg business, losing his EMP device (Although they had the plans still, and were developing more) and generally speaking all the incredibly aggrivation and annoyance of the past week or so. So there was only one thing left.

A nice jog. Yeap. Even in these times people still stripped down to just jogging pants and a water bottle. Of course, Eros wasn't drinking water, it was a vitamin supplement ground up into water. The man actually behaved rather heathily when he wasn't drinking himself to death. He was in a blind run, not looking at the poverty around himself as he moved through the slums. Children around him were picking at the scabs on their faces and necks while their parents popped back some new space-age drug, just passing the time inbetween sleeping in the alleyway.

Mr. Cupid wasn't ignoring it, though. Most people in these parts knew him and liked him. Afterall, he was their savior, a martyr of the mutant people. It was why he was able to run through in a comfortable morning jog without getting mugged, although, he did have a taser in the back pocket of his sweatpants. Physical exercise was doing its job to cool him down by heating his body up, drawing six fingers through slightly damp hair. That, and he was vain (although he'd deny it) and liked staying in shape.

It was just a peaceful morning. Rays of hard skin-killing sun filtered down through clouds of smoke and airbourne chemicals, managing to greet Eros as his runners beat down against the ground, crushing some glass shards. He certaintly wasn't expecting anything other than getting tired and heading back. Nope. Nothing at all.

[Rip]

Isaac was too busy for stress. While the famous and revered terrorist took up an old school exorcise hobby, the kid preferred something abit new. Sure, hover boards had been around for a fair amount of time by now, but they had an annoying habit of 'hovering' rather then 'flying'. This little kink in the original design might be alright for the boys wanting to glide around like a fine slice of hot shit, but this particular boy felt that being only a foot at most above the ground was a cheap imitation of the real thing. Screw that- if he wanted to fly, he was going to fucking fly. So, in order to fulfill this viciously agitating desire, he spent most of the night and all of the earlier hours fiddling with a stolen rocket booster, now welded into the board. It had taken so fucking long to find a spare anti-gravitational pad to deal with the gigantic amount of extra weight, but he had done it and despite being sleep deprived, he was entirely stoked to try this thing out. He finished tinkering around 5 AM and crashed three times in the first half an hour. They weren't particularly bad crashes, considering he hadn't broken anything important, but he refused to take that kitten with him until he felt more at ease and made numerous adjustments to the design. The first official maiden voyage happened around 10 AM, his ugly and improvised board holding up better then he thought it would. With cat in a pocket (he couldn't remember which), he went off for some celebratory breakfast and fun.

A bad point about the damned booster was the noise; it was completely impossible to sneak up on someone with a rocket blasting fire out it's goddamn tail, and a thief required a certain amount of stealth to get the job done. Maybe he could muffle the sound until he reached a certain point... but then they'd hear the charging of the motor...

He was gliding around quite innocently, not using the 'improvement' even though he was getting an awful lot of confused stares, lost in thought. It was change he happened to look up and notice a familiar pair of shiny red horns.

Isaac stopped completely, slightly dumbfounded, his brain recalling the series of prior events. He felt extra weight in his top left pants pocket, where the cop's 'traded' gun now rested, still unloaded. He hadn't had time to find ammo, what with the project and all, and suddenly felt stupid caring around an item he got for its use and instead hoarded like a trophy. He also recalled this guy ratting him out. Oh, Isaac knew who Eros was- he heard about the terrorist organization, and he didn't care. Infact, that made it better. This guy rat him out. That wasn't cool. Even if he got a weapon out of it.

Isaac changed tactics. Instead of stealth, he decided running the mutant over with a full blasting rocket added hover board would pass revenge class.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Muggy day. Great for a run. Blood was pumping. Water never tasted better. Too hot, put some in hair. Shit, minerals, right. Ohoh. Water running down chest. How sexy is that. You sexy bitch you. Or maybe it was sweat. Considerably less sexy, but, still quite attractive. Mood had been considerably lifted by his own vanity and the endorphins his brain was releasing with physical exertion, doing a little hair flip to get the wavy black locks out of his vision. What the fuck was that noise?

Yeah. There were just certain skills you picked up when murder attempts were made on your life often. For instance, you got pretty good at.. well... not getting killed. Little things like seeing a shadow behind you, or maybe like, hearing the sound of a board COMING AT YOUR FUCKING HEAD

Quick movement of his body to the side, arm outstretched to the side Isaac was coming on. Said arm was powerful enough to probably knock the boy off. Too bad for the kid though, if it hadn't have been for the advantage in age and wisdom he probably wouldn't have knocked Eros Kama's head clean off. It wouldn't have been a very pretty sight though, so it was probably for the best that the mutant managed to not only avoid getting murdered but accomplished bringing the kid off of his board.

This was an unfortunate end to his jog, as he couldn't very well just run off when the kid probably hit his head falling off. Or to be more precise as to Cupid's motives, he wanted to know what the fuck he thought he was doing. The man said nothing though and just acted completely casually. He didn't even bother getting the taser out of his pocket. Afterall, it was just some little snot- Hey, what the shit? This was the kid from before, his 'partner'.

"AHAHAH." The mutant couldn't help it, he laughed, shaking his head a bit. Oh, this was too rich. Really.

[Rip]

Well, that didn't go as planned. In the state of impulsive decisions, Isaac forgot about the whole 'hearing' thing, and apparently it slipped his mind that this person was probably good at avoiding obsticals like kids flying full speed at their heads. Still, he never would have expected Eros to have Spiderman senses and... have the ability to completely own his teenage ass up and down the curb. Goddamn that sensation of immortality that fucked up the minds of the young.

The arm hit him in the stomach, knocking he wind out, and he was indeed thrown backwards.. but not off the board.

Isaac happened to be unlucky enough to have his feet strapped to it, this was to avoid, you know, falling off and dying. So when he fell, hitting the concret hard on his back and rolling back, indeed hitting his head rather hard, his legs twisted as the overly heavy hover board bounced this way and landed that way. Grinding his teeth, trying not to holler as his muscles screamed in protest to the odd angles, the kid fought to unfasten the clasps while his head swam and white flashes half blinded him. He manged though, and the seconds it took him were long.

Looking infurated, the kid stumbled up, a hand on his left knee, lip curled up. Was his seriously LAUGHING?

"YOU FUCKING HIT ME!" He shouted, throwing a drunkish open palm at Eros's shoulder, probably missing entirely. He might actually have started jumping on him if he could bend his legs, but seeing as how one was locked up and he couldn't see straight, that didn't work and he only sunk down on the curb, rubbing his burning legs with one hand and nursing his throbbing head with the other. "What the hell is your problem?!"

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

"What's MY problem?" He scoffed, letting Isaac hit him as it did utterly nothing to his toned-manly-sexy body. Too bad he didn't have the shoulder spikes on or the kid would have learned a lesson as far as hitting people. Well that was kind of sadistic. It was a good thing Eros was hopped up or he might have been offended.

"You tried to take off my head, kid, don't be a sore loser." The flash of a white smile as he sat down a few feet away from Isaac on the curb of the street. Not that he wanted to sit down. Blood was flowing too much, but he felt some pity considering what an awful spill Isaac had taken. Not a whole lot of it though. It had been a defensive move. Eros justified a lot of his voilence by saying it was defensive, so this was one of the few times it was probably truthful. Because blowing up a train wasn't always terribly defensive, no matter how the mutant tried to justify it.

Sure. He could have asked Isaac if he was ok, if he wanted some help. But Kama could see he wasn't okay and the man had no intention of helping the boy. Not when he just attempted murder. Interesting board, however.

Brown eyes wandered to the abandoned equiptment, looking over it. Not bad for something what, a 15 year old had made. Probably 15. Couldn't be older than 17. Not that fifteen was a bad age to be on the streets these days, hell, it was nearly common.

[Rip]

This was entirely true. Isaac was the one who decided to try and plow Eros Kama, one of the most well known whatever he wanted to call himself, down with a rocket, but it wasn't like he wanted to kill the guy. ...not intentionally anyway. Just knock him over, a few loud laughs and pick up whatever the terrorist dropped. ... sounded similar to what just happened, but Isaac tried to ignore that. Tried and failed. He almost felt guilty and red formed on his face, looking completely flustered. Clenching his jaw and balling his one fist, he shot a finger at him and shouted, "YOU TURNED ME IN!" There you go Isaac, that's a good point. He realized it too, still angry but maybe a little pleased as well. The kid crossed his arms roughly, trying to think of another point. When he found none, he decided to play off the only one he had.

"I practicly offer myself as a bullet sheild so you can get away," Bullshit, you just wanted the badge. "When I don't even know you personally... and you just go and hand me over, to some psychopathic, pedophile, transexual robocop." Isaac looked damn near hurt, or maybe disgusted, who knew? He was milking this. "Some savior you are."

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

"It's a dog eat dog world, kid." A shrug of his shoulders. Some of the dogs were larger, though. Some of them even had multiple limbs. But they were all dogs. Eros was going to give him a comforting older-male pat on the shoulder, but he decided against it thinking he might get his hand back with less fingers.

"Didn't ask for your help, but I took it anyways. Didn't mean I was going to return the favour. Besides-" A thumb went down to his wrist so he could check his heart rate while talking to Isaac. "If I didn't, he would have groped the hell out of me and found some rather scandalous documents." Fuck. Heart rate was going down. Losing fitness buzz.

"So, better you than me. Important lesson in life." Eros paused, scratching the back of his head and taking another swig of water before continuing. "And never trust an asshole like me, while you're at it." He was obviously antsy as hell, unable to sit still for a single second. Thumb ran along a horn which was so incredibly smooth it actually squeeked when he ran the flat of the digit against it. Why was the mutant giving kid advice sitting on the corner of the street, wierdass advice too, and not necessarily the best to get. He didn't quite know, maybe because at Isaac's age Eros was on the streets fending for himself as well.

Probably not the real reason. Probably because Isaac had hurt his feelings with the savior comment and he wanted to justify himself. "Anyways, you lived, didn't you?"

[Rip]

Isaac should have anticipated the familiar lecture, but he hadn’t heard it enough times to realize it was coming. Unlike most kids his age, he had very little adult influence when it came to one on one vocal punishment. Yeah, he might cause a hell lot of trouble, and he might get bitched at if he was actually caught, but most of his lawbreaking was followed by a very fast get away. In a way, he expected and appreciated Eros’ advice just as much as he had expected and appreciated getting punched in the stomach. Giving his eyes a roll, hands massaging his sore legs, the kid gave the sky more attention then the mutant. Dog eat dog. Yeah, he knew that. Didn’t intent to return a favor, yeah ok. No conscience was fine. Better Isaac then Eros, important lesson, alri-

Wait just a fucking minute.

The kid dropped his gaze from the yellow tinted clouds and onto the fidgety terrorist, looking annoyed and even a little angry. Better you then me? Wasn’t this guy suppose to be practicly worshiped around these parts? The head of the Argonauts, adored by mutants all around and hated by anyone with ‘offical’ authority, figured himself on a pedistol? He thought his existence was worth more then the people he tried rebelling for? Isaac felt angry, and he couldn’t completely understand why. No words came, just a look of unstoppable loathing.

While Eros was busy moving around, something very small stumbled out of the boy’s side pocket, which Isaac hadn’t even noticed. Tired of being stuffed in there and a little angry that she had been bashed around, the little grey kitten looked from the familiar face to the man she did not recognize. Overwhelmed by curiosity, as he was very strange looking, she wobbled over. Deciding to claim this discovery for herself, she’d proceed to relieve herself. If she managed to avoid being hit, the cute little fuzz ball would proudly hustle back to Isaac, not that he’d notice. He was too heated.

“Yeah I lived.” Isaac said, taking the gun from his pocket and aiming it lazily at him. “And I took his gun and shot him with it.”

Alright, so he was sparce on a few details. Big deal, it got the point across.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Isaac actually had things all wrong, it wasn't that Eros would valued his life more than anyone elses, it was the exact opposite. Well, not quite the opposite. He found it incredibly redundant to sacrifice oneself for anybody or anything else, to do so would just be... unintelligent. The man was no suicide bomber, nor did he condone them. Said mutant didn't realize this Isaac misunderstood him and therefore couldn't correct him.

Didn't notice the small feline till it had done it's business. Oh for fucks sakes, Eros really fucking hated animals. And the concept of keeping them as companions was even more revolting, the filth they gathered and their tiny brains... What companionship could something like that offer? Isaac was in incredibly good fortune that the rebel didn't crush the kitten immediately, but it took a lot of him, staring at that thing and gritting his teeth.

Distraction from possible violence. Gun. Mention of Alistair. Tried not to think of him, tried not to think of how he held a bottle and crashed it over that cyborgs head repeatedly.

"Oh?" Feigned being impressed. "Did you kill him?" Eros was incredibly used to having firearms pointed at him and it didn't even phase him. Might as well humour the kid.

[Rip]

He might have said sorry for Annie pissing on Eros’ leg, but Isaac was still angry that his incredibly well thought out revenge plan fell short and was quite happy the cat avenged him. This meant they were settled as far as the kid was concerned, since he got what he wanted. Just a little karma, was that too hard to ask? The kitten was replaced within a pocket.

People his age were general liars. They exaggerated to impress especially when they had pride to either gain or loose. In the hover boarder's case, he didn't care much about ego. Sure he just attempted to bowl Eros Kama over with his hunk of junk, but that was deserved, and now that he was satisfied he felt no need to stretch things anymore. Actually, that hunk of junk had fallen pretty hard. Ohfuckingshit, what if this asshole BROKE it? After all that work?

Reaching over and dragging the damn thing over with alot of difficulty, he started examining it. "I hope you didn't break this- no I didn't, I shot him in the hand. It was nasty and he was a psychopath. By the way, you aren't very fast and should work on that because he caught you in about ten seconds.” It was a casual critique since he wasn’t really even looking at the mutant, much too busy making sure his greatest creation was still in working condition. Everything was still attached, now long as it turned on… “Funniest shit I ever saw though. Like a movie.” Isaac continued, stepping on the thing, making sure it moved how it should.

(don't make fun of me, your jealous)