01-27-2018, 12:12 AM
So Mikhail walked. So fucking bored. No fun anywhere. Pretty much pissed him off too. Guess he should move. His shtick was up here. Not that these assholes had more than two brains between all 37 of them. Somehow they had finally figured out he was behind all the crazy shit that happened around the neighborhood.
So suddenly everyone was walking wide of him and being all nice and god he just wanted to.poke someone in the eye to see an honest reaction. Ehh....but he didn't, not really. Didn't seem right to blind someone on a whim. Not unless it was funny, anyway- and they deserved it.
So....he's walkin down one fucking street or another and realizing that he has nothing to do. Fucking Ascendancy. Outing a bunch of people who weren't doin more than having a little fun. Guy deserved payback for that. He kinda wondered if he ever could get close to the guy. He smiled at the idea.
Prick would all be watchin for assassins from governments or higher ups. Not some rando who just thought it would be funny to smack the guy on the back of his head.
Actually, he laughed at the idea. Douche's hair all perfect and manicured and shellacked or whatever and then SMACK!!! HAHAHAHAHA! Cowlick all stickin up and he's lookin around wondering what the hell just happened and Mikhail is lookin all innocent and no power cuz he was so very quick and the asshole-supreme-holy-kiss-his-ass ruler of the world would have to find a stylist cuz he looked like a doofus.
God, he would about die laughing if he could pull that off. Talk about a dick who took everything far too seriously. Ruining it for all honest folks like himself.
Anyway, so he's walkin along, bored enough to set something on fire or see if he can get the Mordvinovs and Kolomovs fighting again when finally (thank you universe for some fun, finally) some asshole pricks are picking on some old lady.
He's no superman. There's no fun in being predictable. Or being at someone's beck and call. But these fuckwads beg for it. And he can be a hero too, when he wants too....well or when it would make it funnier.
He flips his lighter and siezes the power and his eyes flare and the street lights up. And suddenly its like he can feel them.
Melted clothes later and they are running. Well, trying to. Melted clothes really fucking hurt. Get into skin. But hey, his motto that he invented just right then and there is "don't wanna get melted? Don't try to rob old ladies." It's a good one, if he didn't say so himself. Everyone should live by it. He is wise, after all.
He laughed at himself. Dick! And on a whim (hey, he's being a hero, now, what do you expect?) helped her scoop up her groceries, stuff like apples and....what was that? Yuck. Sardines? Not even if he was starving.
Old people....
Well not old, now that he was closer. Not really. Maybe 10 or 15 years older. She just had that slow tired way of walking. Weary with life or whatever. And she looked tired. Rode hard or whatever.
Yeah, he didn't mind helping out. Even put a smile on just for her.
Edited by Mikhail, Jan 28 2018, 12:14 AM.
So suddenly everyone was walking wide of him and being all nice and god he just wanted to.poke someone in the eye to see an honest reaction. Ehh....but he didn't, not really. Didn't seem right to blind someone on a whim. Not unless it was funny, anyway- and they deserved it.
So....he's walkin down one fucking street or another and realizing that he has nothing to do. Fucking Ascendancy. Outing a bunch of people who weren't doin more than having a little fun. Guy deserved payback for that. He kinda wondered if he ever could get close to the guy. He smiled at the idea.
Prick would all be watchin for assassins from governments or higher ups. Not some rando who just thought it would be funny to smack the guy on the back of his head.
Actually, he laughed at the idea. Douche's hair all perfect and manicured and shellacked or whatever and then SMACK!!! HAHAHAHAHA! Cowlick all stickin up and he's lookin around wondering what the hell just happened and Mikhail is lookin all innocent and no power cuz he was so very quick and the asshole-supreme-holy-kiss-his-ass ruler of the world would have to find a stylist cuz he looked like a doofus.
God, he would about die laughing if he could pull that off. Talk about a dick who took everything far too seriously. Ruining it for all honest folks like himself.
Anyway, so he's walkin along, bored enough to set something on fire or see if he can get the Mordvinovs and Kolomovs fighting again when finally (thank you universe for some fun, finally) some asshole pricks are picking on some old lady.
He's no superman. There's no fun in being predictable. Or being at someone's beck and call. But these fuckwads beg for it. And he can be a hero too, when he wants too....well or when it would make it funnier.
He flips his lighter and siezes the power and his eyes flare and the street lights up. And suddenly its like he can feel them.
Melted clothes later and they are running. Well, trying to. Melted clothes really fucking hurt. Get into skin. But hey, his motto that he invented just right then and there is "don't wanna get melted? Don't try to rob old ladies." It's a good one, if he didn't say so himself. Everyone should live by it. He is wise, after all.
He laughed at himself. Dick! And on a whim (hey, he's being a hero, now, what do you expect?) helped her scoop up her groceries, stuff like apples and....what was that? Yuck. Sardines? Not even if he was starving.
Old people....
Well not old, now that he was closer. Not really. Maybe 10 or 15 years older. She just had that slow tired way of walking. Weary with life or whatever. And she looked tired. Rode hard or whatever.
Yeah, he didn't mind helping out. Even put a smile on just for her.
Edited by Mikhail, Jan 28 2018, 12:14 AM.
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods