{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/18/2016 8:18:14 PM
145
[u]Holiday Celebrations.....for some[/u]
Alpha trudged along, his bare paws making his footsteps silent in the snow-covered walkways of the little village. He was humming, but somewhat tiredly and distractedly, hands in his pockets as he surveyed the crowd. He was wearing a hoodie with the hood up, the white of it blending with his fur, and he was wearing blue jeans.
Any passerby that saw him would notice that everytime a large crowd or even a small group of 4 or so people approached him, he'd lower his head and get a little more anxious. It was for good reason, as when he decided to sit down, he was approached by a woman.
She had com from a street corner, and was in her mid-60's, but her body seemed wracked by anger and grief, and she approached the unaware kid with venom in her gait.
"Murderer!"
Alpha started, and looked up at the woman, the snow at the ends of the bench quivering before falling down, like an easily scared child. This outburst had attracted the attention of most everyone within earshot.
"Scum! Thief! You know this face??"
She shoved a photo towards the kid, and he shakily took it in his hand. It was a picture of a man dressed in a formal military uniform, and in his mid 20's. At this, alpha paled and shook his head slightly
"This was my only son! You...you bastard! You f*cking killed him!"
Alpha started to try to stammer something out, before the woman slapped him, jerking his head to the side
"Shut your damn mouth! I don't care for the words of a wanted boy! You killed him and everyone on that ship for what?.......hm? Oh yes....Money!"
She spat in his face, and turned to the square
"Look at this sack of shit! Keep everyone away from him!"
She turned to survey her handiwork, just in time to see Alpha bury his face in his hands, shamed and downcast. The square started to clear, some people taking this seriously, some taking her as a fool.
After another round of saliva aimed at the kid, she too left, leaving him alone on a bench
((open))
English
-
((im making the first interaction noncanon)) Quincy had heard the event from a distance, obviously quite disturbed by it. He walked over to Alpha, his canine feet making crunching sounds as he walked through the snow. He sat next to Alpha, or Alex, and offered a cup of hot chocolate to him. It was still warm and one would swear it smelled like sympathy...and chocolate.
-
[i]Watching silently nearby was a infuriated, pale Irina, her fists tightened as she stared at the screaming women, a look of burning hatred upon her face. She knew how Alpha felt. Perhaps...perhaps she could help. She would at least try.[/i] [i]The sound of soft footsteps began to approach Alpha, as Irina drew closer and closer. After a moment, she sat down next to him upon the bench, placing her gloved hands at her side as she spoke. [/i] "...Y'know...I know how you feel. I've...I've gone through the same thing that you're going through, Alpha..."
-
"I-Irina? I......heh.....I didn't think you'd be here.....guess we both aren't welcome anymore" He said, a little brighter, and hugged you "I........I -blam!-ed up, bad"
-
"Shhh...it's fine, sweetheart...it's fine." [i]Irina tightly hugged the edgy-ass kid back - it did hurt her emotionally, seeing him like this.[/i] "But what matters, Alpha...is that we can grow from our actions, become better men and women - no matter how terrible we were long ago. The past is the past: what matters is what we do for the future. You and I...we've done bad things, yes. But we can become truly great people still.."
-
"How? Everytime I go back to try and fix it.....it always bites me in the ass, and sends me back down. What then? Do I just throw my arms in the air and say '-blam!- it'?"
-
"No, Alpha. You just keep going through life. Giving up life and throwing everything you have for a future is never the best answer, alright? It just isn't."
-
"Too bad that the future didn't get the -blam!-ing memo, because it seems to grow legs and run like a fat kid towards twix when I get closer to it"
-
"Aren't you just a comedian all of the sudden? It'll be fine, Alpha. I promise. If I can murder sixty-seven people, technically sixty-eight - and yes, I'm aware that's not as bad as what you did - and recover from that, get a job...I'm sure as hell that you'll be able to lead a better life. C'mon now, let's get something to eat. We can chat for a bit...if you're fine with that, of course. I want you to make that choice."
-
"might as well, better than sitting on my ass...." he said, braking off and standing up
-
"Great. Anywhere in particular you want to go? I'm fine with anything." [i]Irina rose up as well, stuffing her hands into her coat's pockets: she was ready to follow Alpha, to say the least.[/i]
-
"what ever you want is fine"
-
"Alright. How does Italian sound? Mm, now I ought to get Arianna...she might cheer you up."
-
"Who the hell is that?....also sure, I haven't had italian....uhh...since I turned into this"
-
"My "daughter", you could say," [i]Irina immediately snapped back, before sighing.[/i] "It's a long story. Let's go."
-
"Its a long walk. soo...what's the story?" he got up, and followed her lead "Y'know, that sounds related to something that happened not to long ago back home.....mom somehow messed with timelines and shit, and found a version of me that didn't kill the first kid that I did. That version of me is eight, is also a goat....and mom's trying to get him back home, since his parents and sister are still alive and together"
-
"Huh. Well, Ry - your mother - assisted me in actually cloning a much younger version of myself. Thanks to her, I have Arianna, who is basically a shorter, sweeter, and less mentally scarred version of me. And Ry, on the other hand...she has about a metric ton of seven-year old me's as well." [i]Irina snickered to herself, looking back at Alpha as she walked.[/i] "So I mean, if you want me to get Arianna to try cheering you up, I'll go get her. She loves Italian, mostly because she IS Italian. Or was."
-
"nah, but something tells me that her and mini-me should meet" He sighed "What the hell is my mom doing with a ton of you?......don't answer that, I don't want to know"
-
"Probably experiments or something...could you keep me updated? I'm very concerned about the condition of my mini-me's." [i]Irina chuckled, before the two found themselves seats outside of an Italian restaurant.[/i] "It's been a while since I've had Italian." [i]Irina said, sitting down.[/i] "I can pay and order everything. Whatcha want to drink before the waiter gets here?"
-
"Cherry cola" He said curtly, not because he didn't like Irina, but....hell, he was pretty damn tense
-
"Alright." [i]As the waiter came by, Irina ordered a cherry coke for Alpha and a glass of African mineral water, something that seemed rather interesting to drink. The waiter returned, giving them their drinks.[/i] "What will you have today, sir and madam?" [i]The waiter ask, clearly not minding appearances or anything of the sort. He seemed nice enough. [/i] "Can I try the Spaghetti Alla Puttanesca, please?" [i]Irina said, wondering what Alpha would order. The menu had pizza, spaghetti, breadsticks, foods for health...basically everything Italian.[/i]
-
"Shrimp....alfredo?" He said, after a glance at the menu
-
[i]hovark who had been in ear shot heard everything and just shook his head at the woman. Knowing that hate anger couldn't solve anything all it would bring would be more anger and pain. Something that he understood better than anybody as old as hovark was he has seen and down some things that would very much cause all sorts of strife. He walked over sat down on the bench close to him. Hovark was avery large man covered with bluish grey scales he had greying jet black hair and blue grey eyes. On the left side of his face was a nasty deep scar that ran the whole length of his left side of his face. making him look meaner than he actually was. But he had very kind looking eyes as he looked at him. [/i] "You okay? "he says [i]he had a deep voice that had very calm tone to it as he spoke to him.[/i]
-
"What the hell is it to you?" he said, lashing out at the man
-
"Well it matters not to me but watch who you are speaking to"says hovark [i]he was being nice but it didn't mean he had to be. So he lets him snap at him but he isn't e type you wanna piss off.[/i] "But all trying to do is be nice to you so"says hovark
-
"All I'm trying to do is survive, now piss off, I don't need your goddamn help"
