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[abhero]

Who: Emil and Jovan
When: June 11th, after 9:30 PM
Where: The streets of Locke City
What: Two idiots getting caught in a blackout


Emil is heading back from the meeting on the alien ship. They’ve discussed… stuff. He isn’t sure what exactly, because he was busy taking pictures of everything on the freaking spaceship he was on an actual spaceship HOW COOL IS THAT. He’s eager to get home, to look at the pictures again in peace (did we mention SPACESHIP) and figure out the new Echo he got. It wasn’t a memory and as far as he can tell there’s no physical change, so Emil concludes he must’ve gotten a new ability.

After five minutes of walking though, all the lights around just turn off. Emil, who was walking quickly, is caught by surprise and trips over a crack on the sidewalk, falling flat on his face. Ow. He scrambles to his feet and digs in his back pocket for his phone, only to drop it like a winner. He curses and crawls around blindly for a few moments - just where is the damn thing, he can’t lose it now, not in this dark with all the pictures still on it…

Aha, found it! Emil lets out a sigh of relief and stands up --

-- only to hit his head on a car bumper, so hard he thinks he heard it crack.

”MOTHERFUCKER!”

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[abhero]

"G-get o...ver here... see for yo-yourself," The orb croaks.

Meanwhile, Emil starts laughing, a laughter that's half amusement and half pure terror.

[grannyfucker]

"What? No! I'm not a pervert!" He's too busy being shocked and disgusted by the accusation to remember to be scared.

[abhero]

"You s...started it," the thing remarks. If it had eyebrows, it would raise one

"Look," Emil says, "can you two stop talking about dicks? What kinda dumb ghost-thing does that?"

[grannyfucker]

"Wh--well, this one, apparently!" Jovan gestures to the ghost orb. "I've never seen any other ghosts who are this..." Vulgar? Rude? Mouthy? How does he phrase this without offending the thing and possibly bringing down ghostly retribution upon them both? "...T-talkative."

[abhero]

“Maybe it’s like, their leader”, he suggests. “It sent it’s ghostly flunkies to watch you and now its ready to make contact.”

He looks Jovan up and down.

“Or not. You don’t look that special to me.”

[grannyfucker]

"Hey!" Jovan protests, although he doesn't know how exactly to continue from there. He just didn't appreciate the insult. In his mind, there are a million comebacks coming to mind, but none quite make it to his lips.

"I'm--y-you don't know that!"

i edit to fix the it's/its and end up adding a type, gj me

[abhero]

Emil puts his hands on his hips. He’s thoroughly unimpressed by Jovan’s indignant reaction but hey, maybe he really doesn’t know that. You couldn’t assume things with the network.

“Hmm. Okay then. Do something cool.”

[grannyfucker]

Well. He can't do anything to respond to that. After all, the only 'cool' thing he can do is fire off a lightning staff, which he's left at home like he always does, like some total idiot.

"W--I can see ghosts! I've been seeing ghosts. Is that not cool?"

[abhero]

"Eh," he shrugs. "It's pretty standard I think. I can see them too, so it doesn't count anyway." And by them he means just this orb, but that's good enough for him. "Can't you do anything else?"

[grannyfucker]

Jovan seems to almost physically shrink, the way he hunches in on himself. "My--I, I have my lightning staff, but it's. I left it--it's at home."

[abhero]

Emil scoffs. “Lightning staff? Is it yours yours or did you just get one from that cranky old guy? ‘Cause I’ve got one of these too and if you got it from someone else it doesn’t count.”

He turns back to the orb. “Why’re you following this guy around? He’s lame.”

[grannyfucker]

He lets out a small sound, simultaneously kind of hurt and kind of offended.

"W-well, at least I--whatever I--it's still following me instead of you! So--so there!

[abhero]

“Oh yeah? I --”

Emil pauses, brows drawing in a frown. This was clearly meant as a jab and he can’t just shut up about it, not when he’s obviously way more special than the other guy, but does he really want anything to do with the creepy orb thing?

“Don’t ‘so there’ me! Like I’d even want it to follow me around, it’s flashing itself! Maybe you like to be harassed by ghosts with giant dicks but I sure don’t!”

[grannyfucker]

"What? They've--they've never flashed me before until you showed up!"

He can feel himself starting to blush and hates himself for it. Damn it. He's not used to arguing this sort of thing in person, in public. Face to face.

[abhero]

That’s too bad, because Emil is used to it, and charges right ahead. It’s probably a good thing it’s too dark to see Jovan blushing.

“What are you saying? Are you implying that I’m in some way attracting people - well, things - who engage in indecent exposure? Are you calling me a sick pervert?”