2010-10-27: Happy Fun Time Adventure

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Summary: Mostly-Normal Kenta has a not-so-normal run in with Mostly-Normal James

Date: October 27, 2010.

Log Title: James' and Kenta's Happy Fun Time Adventure

Rating: PG-13.


Tegu-Haaz - Salem Town Square

The very epicenter of Salem Town Square is wooden structure called, The Gallows. A noose swings in the breeze casting shadows along the wooded structure and town center. Gas lamps line the streets in between the buildings that serve as shops and homes. There is a well off to the side, which serves as the town's main source of water. Four streets meet in the center of Salem Town Square, one road leads to The Moors, another up a dark hill, the third to the lake and the last onto farms that have long been over grown. During the day the town seems fairly quiet, shop signs blowing in the breeze, the smell of the water sweeping across the moors and the deserted buildings dark and desolate. At night the lamps come to life and flicker giving shadows a sense of life. Occasionally voices and lights can be heard coming from one of the buildings but once inspected it's always vacant.


Wandering around looking in a few of the deserted buildings for things is Kenta. He comes out of one lone little shop unluck and takes a deep breath as he walks out. "Maybe I should start exploring more of the area." He mutters to himself and after a recent conversation with David, he's not sure what to do next except focus on a way home.

There's a crackle of energy, the scent of ozone, and an explosion of sound as the doorframe Kenta just exited splinters, sending shards of wood everywhere. "DAMN!" a voice calls out, "I missed! Stop moving you skinny bastard!" Across the street and on the roof of another shop stands James, still in his human form, his face possibly unfamiliar to Kenta—then again maybe not since it's in his file. James smiles widely and takes aim, "Kenta Gilpatrick, you must dieeeeee!" Sporting a rather steampunk looking rifle, James looks back inside the oversized scope, the muzzle of the device beginning to glow blue.

Kenta jumps and actually hangs in the air a bit as his wings take form as he notices someone shoting at him. "Holy fucking mint flavoured toothpicks, what the fuck?" He says as someone earlier threatened him by throwing a spear at him inches away from his head. He doesn't recognize the face but the voice jogs his memory of a certain picture in a certain file. "James, what the hell, just cause you and I got into an arguement the last time we talked doesn't mean you should shoot me."

James pulls the rifle up and takes aim once more as Kenta floats, "That makes it much easier! Thanks!" He pulls the trigger, the device clicks, and…nothing. The glow fades, the 'rifle' looses power, and the would-be hyena frowns. "Damn, I was supposed to be the hero in this scene," he says to no one in particular, "Well, if I can't be the good guy…" He jumps off the roof and into a hay bail, screaming “COOOOOOOOBRAAAAAAA!" as he plummets. Sadly, the hay was hiding a cart, one James lands on with a solid
*CRACK* "~ooooW."

Kenta lands and even though James is trying to fire at him, he has to run over to see if the kid is okay. Noone really claimed Kenta was one of the smart ones. "Shooting me isn't gonna make you the 'good guy' in this James." He says running over to the cart and actually seeing if he's okay. "Now what the hell are you talking about James, why are you trying to kill me?"

James lays still, eyes closed. Then, without warning they open and Not-Spotty sits up straight, looking like a mechanized creation from some robot movie. He looks down and the rifle and reaches for it. But it's hard to hold onto things with a broken hand, "Hey…that's new." He sighs through his nose and looks up at Kenta, "What? Who? Ahhh, forget it." Holding his wrist, he waits for his mutant-powered healing factor to kick in, "You think they have fried chicken in hell? I dunno myself, which is why I'm asking. So! Yeah, I tried to shoot you cause I think I turned you into a werewolf the other night. But Jinx shot me and I'm normal again. So, if I shoot you, you'll be normal too!" He grins widely, looking feral even without all the fur.

"Yeah, I heard I got turned into a werewolf and fought with someone and destroyed the farm house. So…that was you that turned me?" Kenta asks holding out a hand for James if he needs help getting up. "Who knows if Hell really exists but hopefully it has better food than there. So if you shoot me I'll be normal too…that's…fuck if I know to agree to that or not. You said I had to die, so how do I know you're not just tellin' me this is something that'll make me normal."

Still holding his wrist, hand flexing as the bones knit at a rapid, crunchy pace James turns down the help and wiggles out of the cart. "I dunno…I could be lying I suppose. Wouldn't be the first time I fooled everyone including myself." He harrows his eyes and whispers, "Tricky Bastard." He shrugs off some thought involving Zebra Cakes and looks over to his on-again-off-again teacher, "God knows I've considered it more than once. But, until they start making it legal…oh wait. We were talking about me *killing* you, right? Nevermind." He stretches his arm to exercise the now-healed hand, his joints popping in an unhealthy way. "And, yeah, I think I did. Damndest thing that, eh?"

"If you shoot me…does it have to be somewhere leathal?" Kenta asks James cause he doesn't really want the risk of hurting anyone as a werewolf again. "I mean like an arm or leg or shoulder or something, cause…" He trails off and takes a few steps back. He does give James a small smirk. "Yeah, you are a tricky bastard but…" He looks at James' hand and winces. "Well, I always thought you'd be taller."

"Naaa," James says with a shake of his head, "It's us tiny fuckers you need to look out for." He looks over at no longer working rifle and picks it up. Pulling the ammo-like clip from the device he slaps it a few times and puts it back inside the gun. It powers up with a unhappy, barely-working whine, "Since I got separated from Jinx, this thing hasn't been working. I think it's tied to her. It's actually, kinda falling apart. Before I screwed with it this morning, it was almost non-functional. SO! Where should we shoot you?! You tell me. Otherwise I might accidently aim for your pants."

"Well you're still taller then me." Kenta says before taking a deep breath."Okay so how about leg. I can fly so, that might be easiest. I'm trusting you James." There are some comments he'd make about James' aiming for his pants but he knows he shouldn't seeing that James is a student and they might not be 'kid friendly'. "Let's hope this works James." He says taking a deep breath and getting ready for wherever James might opt to pull the trigger.

Putting the rifle's butt, the grimaces in a over exaggerated way and aims at Kenta's leg, the boy standing too close to really need to aim. The gun's barrel starts to migrate, aiming at his 'pants." "Ooops, wait a sec," James says with a nod, "Okay better!" With the leg in sight he says, "POW" and pulls the trigger. There's a *pop* and a flash at the muzzle. But the projectile seems to almost pass 'through' Kenta, sending out an small burst of dust as it slams into the ground a good hundred feet away. There's no pain, no powder burn. Just the sudden feeling of a large weight being taking off the teacher's chest.

Kenta opens the eyes he didn't even realized he closed. "That…that's it?" He says as he feels different. He feels like he's back to normal but he didn't even really feel different before. "Your'e a fucking genius James." Even though it was Jinx who built the machine. "You think…you can shoot anyone whose been affected with that and it'll snap them back?" He asks as he pushes his hair back out of his face.

James throws his hands up, rifle in his mitts, "Touchdown! I am invincible!" But when he brings them out of the air, the gun's power source to strike the cart. There's a bright flash of blue, then nothing. The gun powers down completely and for the last time. "Aww shit…uhhh..it's just resting. We can wake it up later."

"Okay…" Kenta says hoping the gun isn't broken but then it's a step in the right direction. "James, thanks a lot, for doing that. I gotta see if I can find a few things to help figure out if there's a way out of here. You wanna help me or do you still wanna kill me or do you have to be going back somewhere?"

James tosses the rifle into the cart and points his fingers at Kenta buddy-Jesus style, "I'll kill you later, Buddy." Meanwhile the gun is already starting to break down further, as if whatever magic was keeping it whole had vanished with the light. In a matter of hours, it'll be gone. "And I dunno," he says a little more sober, "I gotta find Jinx. She's still screwed up by all of this and…she also vanished. Like *poof*. One minute she was with me, the next she was gone. I need to go back and search the area as my better half."

Kenta nods to James and puts his hand on his shoulder. "Then go find her. I wish you luck and I'll be counting on you hunting me down later." He says as he isn't really trying to cage the kids in one area. "If I see her, I'll let her know you're lookin'."

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