Ceta de Cloyes

Worlds Apart

"Ya sound pretty ballsy, kid. Smart thing would be gettin' back on the platform," Koda huffed at the girl’s words, was he missing something else now? Were they all going or not? Was the train the important bit or the dying? Or was there really an option to leave? Not that he’d take it but, it just seemed… unlikely anyone was escaping this mess, "but that's ya call to make. Just like s'mine and, uh, whoever this dude is. Who are ya, anyways?"

”I’m Koda, nobody is really getting out of this are they?” He asked skeptically, he certainly didn’t think that was in the cards anymore.

Koda’s attention had split once he’d clambered down onto the tracks, but it wasn’t the platform he was watching closest, rather the direction the train would come from when it- well, this really was a terrible idea, really he should just go home and get a bunch of equipment and take a fuck ton of readings all over this place then go sit safe and sound in his lab back at Talos. He wasn’t going to do that though, even if his nerves and indecision were bleeding through in the way his eyes flickered just a bit too quickly and his fingers tapped along his crossed arms anxiously. Tabitha’s question pulled his eyes back to the platform though; what was going on up there? ”Er I’m thinking a lot of things, but it wasn’t really about them- is that a gun?” How did he not consider the police officer in their midst- how did he not consider there might be other armed loonies in the station, this was totally a situation loonies would be drawn to- and he would know, he was pretty sure he was one of them now.

That said, he wasn’t the kind of loony who wandered around with weapons on his person, he was actually rather anti-violence so the whole… thing, that went down in very short, very violent, order, was not helping his nerves in the least- the fact that someone- or a couple someones, might actually be dead over… this, whatever this was. “Dude,” he muttered, wincing in sympathy at the cop who fell onto the tracks. He wasn’t the only one to approach the downed man, a red headed girl hurry to help him too, even going so far as to mess up her skirt and press it against the wound. In comparison to her usefulness Koda simply hovered nearby a little concerned over what to do.

"You have to get up!" The girl said, frantic, "The train is almost here!" Like that was going to help, no way were either of them getting off the tracks in time now.

”Here,” he cut in, ”let me,” he offered, kneeling down next to the cop. He didn’t really know what to do, but he had some training with treating injuries, though usually those were chemical related, or minor cuts, not something so serious, and he didn’t have a med-kit on him or anything but at least he was stronger than the girl and could put more pressure on the wound, maybe that would be enough to keep him alive until the train came and the Ghost Girl did her thing.

… he really had no idea what he was doing did he? His mom was going to freak, and Kenan’s birthday- oh right, pressure on the wound, try not to think about infectious diseases he could be getting from the blood on his fingers. Too bad he wasn’t working on that Mo-Fern project anymore, then he’d probably be walking around with morphine in his bag, enough to ease this man’s pain. Ugh, how stupid was this, why had the officer come if he wasn’t going to go along? Why start something that could end like this? He glanced over to Tabitha, concerned and looking for answers, and that one seemed to be the most sane, if bitter, of them, she was one who knew more than the rest of them did, and wasn’t useless like the Ghost Girl was proving to be. ””what do we do?” he asked her, forcing his voice to not give away the vulnerability he felt.

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November 4th, 2019
6:30 AM, ET
Burnley, Gotham

@The Whacko

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Hex

Barenziah huh? And the vampires… maybe he should wrangle something else out of Pads, maybe something Elder and stake-like? Maybe a cold iron grip… but damn, wands were so Harry Potter, he wasn’t sure he’d ever actually be able to wield one without descending into a geekgasm.

Despite his words, Tommy didn’t believe his father actually knew anything about Anna looking at anyone any kind of way. It was a proven science, studied by teenagers everywhere, that parents didn’t actually know anything about their kid’s love lives. Or he hoped that was the case anyway, if Anna really did like him like that… nah, no way.

Somehow his dad seemed to know about his weird dream, but again he wasn’t sure how much stock he was going to put in the man’s knowledge when it wasn’t even his dream. “I dunno, probably just the runes,” he offered, dismissive. It wasn’t a big deal, and he was decidedly not wishing his mom was here thank you very much, she was dead and that was how it was, otherwise you end up with things like zombie moms or possessed dolls. No thank you. “I’m good dad,” he said, giving him a more earnest look and an unconcerned smile, “really.”

He snatched up his phone again, typing out a few quick responses one handed so he didn’t get food grease on the screen. “So, when's the next time I get to go out with you? I got a new suit and everything, it’ll be great!” Said suit was a bit trenchcoat-y, which he wouldn’t admit was inspired by his dad’s own, but it also had some of the more glowy cartoon hero vibe, except darker and less flashy. It was painstakingly bartered for, the price of which he wouldn’t divulge under pain of death, but well worth it.

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November 4th, 2019
6:20 AM, ET
Burnley, Gotham

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Hex

There were so many, bright and burning and so, so far away. They called to him, beckoning, they wanted him, begged him, just for a minute, come and stay for a moment, just come and see us.

There, a planet, big and bright and purple, with two rings of violet energy orbiting it in an ‘X’ pattern. He was on the surface, a great big… thing was… pushing buttons? On a large featureless disk. It turned, and another entered, this one was not a machine, it was- it was a- her eyes!

”You are not ready.”

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Tommy jolted up, sweating and breathing hard. Just a dream. A very freaky dream. Maybe he should stop falling asleep with magical runes scattered everywhere. All across his sheets were torn out pages of incomplete or incorrectly designed runes, arrays, matrices, and off to one side, teetering on the edge of his bed, was a sketchbook filled with the actual correct ones he’d managed to make.

He groaned and flopped back down bonelessly. Magical rune induced nightmares, great… he actually did feel kind of great, despite the weird dream he felt oddly more refreshed than usual.

He shot a suspicious look to one of the closest pages. Magic rarely did favors, best not to let it happen again.

"C'mon on, Tommy! It'll get cold soon!" Right, his Dad was calling him, and judging by the smell it was time for breakfast. He rolled out of bed, scattering papers everywhere, but only rolled his eyes and ignored them. He’d pick them up later, in the meantime he was he was hungry. He didn’t bother dressing appropriately before heading downstairs, simply pulling on an oversized tee he definitely hadn’t stolen from his dad, and a pair of basketball shorts. He could change after he had a chance to shower.

He hoped forward with a slight grin, shoving a slice of bacon into his mouth in the same breath he offered a nonsensical morning greeting.

At some point his phone appeared in his hand, and he began checking messages and chat boards. Someone was trying to tell him about Ando again, a lead he’d investigated, but dismissed; Ando had nothing to do with Anodites. Pads had a new design for him, some kind of odd bat inscription at the base of it, but the runes checked out after a quick glance. Anna had texted him, she’d be in most of his classes this semester- she was smart, and she’d liked their first geometry class together, and then Tommy had waxed poetic about hexecontahedrons, and stellations, and sacred geometry and corrupted her into as big of a shape geek as he was. Oh, and look at that, another email from Bex demanding he sign up to all three clubs she was currently leading; D&D, GSA, and the dreaded chess club. With any luck he'd make the swim team this year, whose meets always coincided with chess clubs meetings.

He could dream anyway.

He rolled his eyes, pretending he didn't have a fond smirk on his face, and set down his phone, giving his breakfast and his dad his full attention; “Anything interesting?” He asked after noticing the paper, resigned to the fact his dad would probably never use the app instead.

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November 4th, 2019
7:30 AM, PT
Satomi Towers, Coast City

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Echo

“Hiss reeyee shuks.” Ezra tried, words muffled by the damp wash cloth hanging from his mouth. He was sitting cross legged on the floor beside his bed, facing a large mirror leaning against a corner. His hands were buried in his hair, and stained completely black. This was a simple process, he had done it many, many times, but somehow he had managed to burst the bag of hair dye, sensing sudsy black splotches all over himself, the floor, and, of course, his new starry space themed bed sheets.he used to do this in the bathroom, where it was safe, but nooo~ he's done this a million times now he could do other things too, it'd be fine- bam, ruined sheets.

He sighed, giving up on his half dyed hair, there simply wasn't enough dye left to cover it. Usually the dye would fizzle out in a day or so, the ecto-energy gradually burning it away, but he had a way of expediting the process: a sudden ring of intense white energy appeared around him, forming at his waist and splitting into two, one going up and the other down. By the time the two finished spewing large amounts of ecto-radiation all over him his hair was once again white, the dye burned away, and his clothes were cool to the touch, but smoking slightly as if singed by heat.

“Well,” he said to himself, “guess I should try and clean this up.” He inspected the spilled hair dye on his sheets before sighing again and shoving a grey beanie on his head. He wasn't going to class today, not after that disaster.

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8:45 AM, PT

An hour and so later and Ezra was heading to the roof. Living in an apartment with only two rooms, one of which was a tiny bathroom, did have its advantages; mainly being cheap, but it also had drawbacks; there was nowhere to hide his stuff! The roof was the only place he could work with, he'd actually managed to hide his pod up there by breaking the locks and jamming the roof access door, meaning only he could reach the tiny shed that was up there.

Really it was a lucky find, but he'd had his share of close calls, and now everyone thought the building was haunted because he'd worked so hard to keep anyone and everyone from getting up there. It was worth it though, and a few seconds after floating straight through the ceiling and landing on the roof he was walking through the door, not bothering to open it, and was met by the low glow of bright green emitting from his old pod. Hanging on to this thing had been a pain, but it was one of his only pieces of Ectonian tech and thus invaluable.

It also had another invaluable function; ”Pod,” he addressed, in Gholish, ”scan system for ecto-signatures.” Given ectoplasm was in everything on Ghol, from their bodies to their technologies, the presence of ecto-signatures would stand out as an unmistakable sign of his people. After a few minutes, during which Ezra opened a panel on the pod and began studying it’d internal functions, the pod let out a trill, a mix of Gholish words he barely heard anymore. He'd long memorized the response; two external ecto-signatures, one of which was him, the other was his Zon Tube. He wanted to improve the range, maybe piggyback off someone else’s network, so he could scan further, but even if he could it wouldn't be easy to get off Earth.

He ended up wasting another few hours there, tinkering away with the pod and trying to sketch new plans for improvements or technologies he could recreate.

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10:00 PM, PT
The Small Café, Coast City

The front entrance was nice, all long windows, dark wooden tables, very open, and bright lighting, but Ezra didn't go there, instead he turned invisible and walked down a side alley, only appearing again when he was underground, slipping down an old subway maintenance entrance that had never been completed, and there in the corner was a door into the lower level of The Small.

The door had no handle, it was featureless and made of a dark metal, but there was a slightly raised square where the handle would normally be. Ezra touched it for a second, waiting until there was a soft ‘click’ and the door opened a smidge. It was a scanner, determined if the touched was human or not, and while humans were allowed in theory, none had ever been invited in, and that was the unspoken rule; a human needed an alien to trust them to get in, but while a few had human friends who were in the know, no one would be happy to have one turning up in their one safe space.

The lower level has a similar theme to the first, with dark woods and nice open space, but the lights were much dimmer, and there were no windows, instead the walls were painted with alien motifs and icons and scenes from a wide variety of worlds, species, and cultures.

Ezra shook off his nerves about being scene, forcing the lingering paranoia out of his mind and taking a steadying breath as the door closed behind him. He could finally relax, at least a little. He removed his sunglasses, which he'd worn despite the darkening sky and his invisibility trick, and allowed his glowing green eyes to see the room unfiltered, and he pulled off his beanie, letting his snowy white hair breathe.

“Ayyy! Ezra!” A gruff and cheerful voice called from the behind the bar as he approached, taking note there were a total of four patrons today, only one of which he knew, and the lone barman- which was a surprise.

“Yoski, you work here now?” Ezra asked with surprise. It shouldn't be that surprising, this was literally the only place he knew of that an alien like Yoski could work at. He was a small alien, essentially a yellowish green octopus or jellyfish, with stubby tentacles aplenty, and a convenient ability to float in Earth’s air as if it were water. There was no passing him off as an Earthling, even if he did speak with a ridiculously American accent and used all the slang perfectly.

“Man, are you out of the loop or what?!” Yoski exclaimed, soft jelly-like skin vibrating cheerfully. Ezra gave a small bemused smile as he settled in at the bar to hear the latest gossip, out of the corner of his eye he caught the approach of a red-skinned Lauren as she abandoned her table to come say hello. He had promised her he'd turn up hadn't he? Well here he was...

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November 3rd, 2019
10:46 AM, PT
Corsica Street, Coast City

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Echo

He could definitely sympathize with her plight, his own parents had been mocked for their studies harshly before their success, and though he hadn’t cared for their work either they were still his parents, and they had been right after all. That was before he- well, it was before he came to Earth. Their work was important to him now, better late than never right? And hey, maybe if this human girl was any good she could help him, since they knew each other now and frequented the same areas he’d have every opportunity to decide. He gave an absentminded nod, mostly to himself as he silently resolved to do whatever it took, even if he had to ask a human for help; he’d get used to their funny sciences eventually.

He slowed as they began to reach the stairs up to the station, letting her finish speaking and making a split second decision to share his number: “Always good to get off early,” he agreed lightly, remembering he had technically gotten out early given Farha had come in early. Usually he got off at eleven, but his coworker’s timely rescuing him from the terror known as children was a momentous occasion deserving reward, maybe he should get her a gift? He finished writing down his number and handed the shred of paper he’d pulled from his backpack over to the girl. “This is me,” he explained, jerking his thumb behind him to indicate the steps. “I’ll see you around, and you can text me about your classes or whatever?” It’d be good to get an idea of what kind of stuff she was studying- or just to talk, he reminded himself, that was the whole idea, to stop hiding from the aliens- locals, whatever.

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November 3rd, 2019
10:43 AM, PT
Corsica Street, Coast City

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Echo

Ezra’s typical school day consisted of a single class, an hour and a half long, each day from Monday to Thursday, usually around noon or a little after, carefully calculated to be out and about when the sun was fully up and the brightness of his eyes could be easily missed, and then back to work or home for the remaining daylight hours. It was a little unfortunate, as those were the busiest hours, but it was the best he could do. Most of his actual coursework was done online, which was perfect in his opinion, the less he had to interact with the human instructors the better, their science was janky anyway.

It did mean he saw a lot of students though, but it wasn’t often they stood out enough for him to recognize them elsewise. Since she mentioned it though, he supposed she did look like he might have seen her on campus before. “Er, CCU right?” Even though he usually wasn’t invested in something like school rivalries, he was still stubbornly referring to Coast City University as CCU and those Central City twats could get over it.

“I guess that’s the reason isn’t it; “boring small talk,”” he quoted, but allowed himself a hesitant grin. Few people were outgoing enough to outright approach him and ask questions about him, and the girl looked harmless enough… he was just thinking about how he should hang out with people more often, though maybe making a new human friend was pushing it…

She was right there though, and he wouldn’t want to be rude. He gave mental shrug and decided to indulge her; “The gym is boring, I sold a new membership card last week, and that’s about it. Mostly I just tell people where the bathroom is and open the doors every morning.” There was a bit more to it than that, he had to update the logs occasionally, make sure cards were up to date, schedule appointments with personal trainers, but it was all boring and tedious stuff, nothing people actually expected from someone who worked at a gym. He did have a free membership card though, so there was that.

What else has she asked about? School, that was right; “As for my classes, I’m taking a bunch of science courses: some engineering stuff, some physical stuff, a bit of biology.” Things he would need in order to be an astronaut it was true, but also because they were the things he’d been studying before, the kinds of things his parents had studied and built their technology around- technology that had destroyed their planet yes, but it had also revolutionized everything, and more than that it was their legacy, his legacy… he should know about it.

“What about you?” He asked, seeing as fair was fair and if they were going to be friends, even if it was a relationship born of proximity, he should know as much about her. “How’s juggling school and working for your parents?” They were nearing the Corsica Station, and he’d take the skytrain to Waverly Station, but he didn’t want to cut the girl off, he was curious now.

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November 3rd, 2019
10:43 AM, PT
Corsica Street, Coast City

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Echo

Despite how obviously out of his element he had been with Kyle, it had been nice being around someone again. Maybe he should head over to The Small soon, make a thing of it and fully let loose. When was the last time he had a chance to fly? Or see the night sky? He was always worried someone would see his glowing eyes in the dark and then he'd be caught and experimented on or who knew what…

His pondering was interrupted, his spaced out stare refocusing as someone addressed him. He was surprised to see the girl from the shop he'd just left, and he glanced behind him, half expecting Lauren and Kyle to be right behind them too, but that was nonsensical. Jessie, as she said her name was, had stuck out her hand and asked him a question. He wondered if it was a good idea to talk to her, but they did work near each other, and it wouldn't be the first time someone got chatty with him, though usually they were stressed out college kids or hyped up gym rats, neither of whom cared if he didn't say much.

After a slight hesitation he took her hand and shook it. “Right,” he answered, letting go and hoping his hands weren't too abnormally cold, “my name’s Ezra. Weren't you just with Lauren? Is something wrong?” He briefly worried he might have left something there despite not having spent more than a minute inside, but his pack was still on his back and the zipper still tight. He could feel the weight of his phone and wallet in his pocket, and his keys in the other one. Jessie would probably look more freaked out if something actually bad had happened, like discovering her customers had been aliens or something.

@Korkoa

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Same. :P