The Job (pt2)
A continuation of The Job, where in Pixzie takes a mysterious job offer at the recommendation of a friend.
A few weeks went by and Pixzie wasn't sure that she'd ever hear from that asshole again. From what she could tell he did seem like the kind of guy to just not deliver. She told herself it was fine and she didn't care, plenty of jobs fell through, it was part of the business she was in. The thing though? She was a little bummed. Not like she'd ever admit that but she had looked into Irma a little more since the job and asshole or not the clothes that he designed were quite beautiful.
So when she heard back from him it was embarrassing how fast she jumped for her device.
notoriousVisionary: {location link} Meet here fattyPixzie's lip curled up in distaste and she felt a growl rumble in her throat. Of course he would say something fucking stupid what an asshole. She didn't even bother gracing him with a response, but she did get ready. Annoyingly short notice meant she'd have to move a couple things around but she was no stranger to chaos and typically she was able to handle it. For once though things were moved around for something she was looking forward too and not because her stupid riuvi got into the drugs or her dumb sister felt the need to ruin her day. After some rushing around the time she needed to meet the fuckass of all fuckasses came and she made her way to the meetup location. No one was really around which made her feel a bit better, she wasn't a fan of crowds since she tended to not blend into them very well. As she entered the building she found it a bit strange. It was abandoned, or seemingly so, which felt very odd this close to the center district. "Hello? Any fuckwads around?" She crossed her arms, if this was some kind of fucking joke she was going to be pissed. Eschar was going to have to do her a big favor if this guy blew her off. Bad enough she'd had to deal with him in the first place.
C1PH3R jumped hearing another voice and let out a little involuntary yip. All his stress at having an in person mission, that wasn't just getting the groceries, had been building for a while. Not seeing anyone here, like anyone at all, was freaky. You can find places in the source that are devoid of people, but in the mundane it was unsettling. He was half, okay maybe more than half, worried that this was some sort of prank or he was about to get jumped. Had NV found out who he was and this was all a trap or something?
He peeked down the stairwell he'd creeped up earlier and clutched his camera, steeling himself.
"H-hello?"
Panic raked through Pixzie's body and instinct took over at the unfamiliar voice. She reached under her overskirt pulling out a knife and pointing it up the stairwell.
"Who the fuck are you." She hissed at the figure up the stairwell.
The meakness in his voice probobly should have been the first clue that this guy wasn't a threat, but Pixzie wasn't taking any chances. "I don't know who this fucking guy thinks he is but if you're here to jump me just know I'm going to be the one who makes it out of it. and I'm not an enemy you want to make"
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C1PH3R let out a loud squeek and tripped over his own feet in an attempt to turn and run back up the rest of the stairs. In times like this he tried to think of what Nel would tell him if she was here.
'Shoot them, you idiot!' imaginary Nel stomped her foot and looked like she wanted to strangle him.
That gave him all the strength he needed to lift his camera and snap a picture of his attacker, his flash cranked up as high as he could get it.
Pixzie held firm gripping her knife but she did throw a hand up over her face to block from the flash. Wait was that a...........camera??? That fucking asshole was just late.
"Wait fuck" She uncovered her face and looked down at the ground trying to blink her vision back. "I thought you were- whatever are you the like photographer for that stupid asshole benuvi. I'm here to do a job for him"
She had yet to lower her knife as she was still on pretty high alert from well everything, but she wasn't even looking at C1Ph1R anymore. That camera flash was really hard to get out of her eyes and she was still seeing some spots.
"Are you some kind of hit man?" He asked, interpreting her words in a different way than she'd intended. "Y-you won't get away with this. I-i work for the Shout you know." He tried to sound tough and unafraid, but his voice had reached too high a pitch for that and it wasn't coming back down no matter how he tried.
Nel would avenge him, somehow that thought made him less scared to die. Though she needed him, he couldn't give up so easily and leave her to find someone else. They wouldn't know how she liked her nutrients mixed! They wouldn't knw how to take her picture just right. She'd waist months training them! What if... what if they didn't even care?
The thought of it was too much and he started tearing up.
The thought of it was too much and he started tearing up.
Pixzie kind of technically was a hit man ish? She had never had to kill anyone before but it was kind of on her range of skills. But uh she didn't' need to tell him that. "No I'm not here to kill you I just didn't know who the fuck you were until the camera!"
"Well I still don't really know who the fuck you are, I'm the model for that stupid collage idiot or whatever," She lowered her knife now as she looked back up at him. Black dots started to fade from her vision as she got use to seeing.
"I was worried this was a set up, but um..." fuck was he crying???? "you uh don't seem the type" She muttered as she put her knife away. She hadn't let her guard down fully but she could at least make herself look less threatening to this poor guy.
"Where the fuck is he anyway?"
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C1PH3R wiped at his face with his arm, hoping to hide them before they were seen, but the tears wouldn't stop coming. He wasn't sure he belived her, she didn't look like any model he'd ever seen. But he decided to keep that to himself, not wanting to be threatened by her knife again.
He took a calming breath and decided to only respond to her last comment.
"I don't know, I've was looking for him when you got here."
"You two are so loud" Irma drawled from somewhere behind Pixzie.
C1PH3R looked up quickly, seeing the weirdo seem to materialize out of the shadows. How he'd remained unseen as bright as he was was sort of mind boggling. He looked like he'd been asleep there on the floor, but C1PH3R was sure that if that was true he'd have seen him. He had an eye for seeing things, it was literally his job.
Maybe the stress was causing him to get confused.
Maybe the stress was causing him to get confused.
Pixzie stood there awkwardly as he wiped his face. She'd seen a lot of emotional outbursts but crying wasn't one she was particularly use to. "Ah yeah well I wonder if he'll even sho-"
And like he was summoned directly from the eather. She spun around to face him. "Oh whatever, thanks for hiding in some hole instead of showing yourself. I could have killed that guy ya know" She crossed her arms glaring at him and waiting for the quip he'd come up with next.
"Yeah, totally knew you'd pull a knife." Irma rolled his eyes, avoiding looking at the crying photographer. Something about people crying was extremely uncomfortable. Maybe he should have learned what her usual type of work was after all... naaaah
"I fell asleep, I guess."
"This is the most unprofessional gig I've ever been on." C1PH3R huffed, trying to regain his composure through feigning anger. He took a deep breath and held up his camera, falling back into manners as a way to move forward. Otherwise they might be here all day letting this cad give them the run around. He was here to learn things Nel would find useful, but he didn't want to spend all day doing it.
"I'm Ernezd Widherz, I'm here as a photographer. I work for the Cairn Daily Shout normally, but I do a bit of freelance." He gave a little bow and waited expectantly for similar introductions, only sniffling a little.
"You probably should have known! I don't know what goes through that thick head of yours" Pixzie threw her hands up in protest. "Ugh whatever asshole."
She turned her attention to the photographer when he spoke, and she snorted, "Yeah well don't expect it to get any less unprofessional"
The dejuvi let him introduce himself, "Pixzie, where are we going to do this anyway, what am I doing exactly? I never tried anything on and you already have a photographer?" What she was getting her photograph taken? It finally set in to her and she felt a little sick. Well.....too late now.
"I thought you were a sex worker." Irma admitted. "Not an assassin or uh.. knifer person." Though now that he thought about it, would be fucking funny if she was an assassin and Monty was trying to off him.
C1PH3R blushed at the implication. "Y-yeah, Just what am I taking pictures of here?"
"Yeah so I didn't want to bother with the trying stuff on bit, who cares man. If it fits it fits if it doesn't eh whatever." Irma continued, irgnoring the formalities of introductions. He was gunna call them by the names he wanted too anyway, remembering what they wanted to be called was waaaay too much effort.
Pixzie's face flushed blue, another thing that she would do if she absolutely had to but was not the primary thing she did. "No! Oh my fucking." she covered her face for a few moments wanting to scream "Drugs! That is my business! I sell drugs."
"I'm not doing any porn I don't fucking want people I don't know getting off to me that's fucking weird" At no point until right now did she think that was even a possibility, but she was absolutely going to make it clear now.
"Well if it doesn't fit what then? I mean I gave you my measurements but like what if you made it wrong or something" with the mention of clothes she figured that she was safe from the porn star life.
"Then I wasted this Erny's time I guess? Heh heh heh sucker. Gotta see more of my face." Irma seemed pleased with himself, now everyone was more uncomfortable than he was. "Well get changing tubs, I've only got this space for today."
C1PH3R was curious how he got the place cleared out, but wasn't curious enough to ask and get mocked or embarrassed again.
But atleast he didn't have to hide how much he hated this guy, if he could find a way to bring him down a peg that would make all this worth it. He'd record it for Nel too, let her bask in his misfortune! Bet that'd improve her mood. She'd been so on edge lightly. It was always worrying when she was jacked up and couldn't sleep.
"Is there a dressing room?" He looked around for one.
Irma shrugged. "We got the whole place today, pick a room."
"There's something wrong with you...a lot of things actually." At least things could actually get moving and they had moved on from her being a sex worker. Yay.....
Pixzie looked around and she spotted a room. "You need to give me what I'm changing into where are the clothes?"
Unfortunately C1PH3R was being ignored by Pixzie at this point. He wasn't crying anymore and it was job time so focusing on the task at hand.
"And if we don't get shit done it'll be your fault." She scoffed and rolled her eyes at him before waiting to know where what she needed to change into actually was.
"Fiine" Irma huffed, not really wanting to do the work part in the slightest. He needed to get a manager or something to handle the hard shit.
"Erny, grab this bag." He gestured to whatever he was he was lounging on. Apparently a clothing bag. Wasn't doing the clothing much good with him laying on it though.
"Erny, grab this bag." He gestured to whatever he was he was lounging on. Apparently a clothing bag. Wasn't doing the clothing much good with him laying on it though.
While C1PH3R preferred his cyber name, he didn't much like the benuvi shorting his given name either. He decided to play along and be the errand boy, not like he wasn't expecting something like that to happen anyway. But he didn't have to be nice about it. He walked over and put a hand on the bag.
"Something seemed to be on it." He said, almost gleefully, before kicking Irma off the bag and turning to hold it up to show Pixzie proudly. "There we go!"
"Something seemed to be on it." He said, almost gleefully, before kicking Irma off the bag and turning to hold it up to show Pixzie proudly. "There we go!"
Irma rolled slightly with the momentum of the kick, ending up on his stomach. He crossed his arms under his head and stayed there, as if he's meant to laying the way he was.
"Yeah so anyway I thought we'd start with a jacket line. There's a plain outfit in there too, don't want you to look like a trash pile with a coat on."
"Yeah so anyway I thought we'd start with a jacket line. There's a plain outfit in there too, don't want you to look like a trash pile with a coat on."
Pixzie stepped out of the way as he walked past her. She probably could have grabbed it herself but he was already walking over so whatever.
She was not expecting him to kick Irma though which made her snort out a laugh. He really seemed like a pushover but maybe not as much as she thought. "Thanks" she snickered walking over and taking the bag from him.
Rolling her eyes at the trash pile comment she looked at the clothes. Oh wow, oh wow. She'd never worn anything this fancy. Gently she thumbed over the fabric, shit it even felt fancy.
C1PH3R's fluffy tail swished slightly being thanked. He let the peeking comment slide, as if he'd ever be so uncouth as to watch anyone but Nel change!
While Pixzie was away C1PH3R fiddled with his camera. The lighting in here wasn't ideal, so he's have to compensate. Either NV didn't know how to light a photo properly, or he did it on purpose to be an ass. He wasn't about to let NV win and call him a failure at the thing he was best at though. These would be the best damn pictures and NV could suck it up his nose.
Irma spent the time slowly getting into a sitting position. The trip here had taken alot out of him. He avoided public transit and didn't have a personal driver to ride, so he'd walked over. That was yesterday, he was afraid he'd act out if he did that and met up with them right after. Gave him time to calm down and get focused.
Pixzie zipped it back up and looked at them steeling herself so neither of them would be able to see that she was excited. "I'll be right back, and if either of you even try to peak you will get stabbed. She really meant it that time as she walked over to a room to change.
She changed quickly not really thinking that either of them would peak but also not fully trusting that they wouldn't. The clothes fit like a glove, she was a little disappointed she couldn't accost Irma for it but oh well. She glanced around wanting to see how she looked but couldn't find a mirror so she just huffed and walked back out.
"Alright what now"
"Now I do my job." C1PH3R said before he looked up. He was caught off guard by the clothing, it wasn't what one would call 'plain'. Also it was sort of pretty. He didn't think NV was making anything of actual value. "Are you sure you didn't steal these?" He asked without thinking, forgetting he wasn't suppose to know who NV was other than a client who hired him for a photo shoot.
Pixzie looked at Irma first now that he was sitting. "Well?" She gestured to herself since she didn't have a mirror and didn't really know what she looked like. Though he'd probably just insult her.
"Are we really taking the pictures here? It doesn't really look like a good place" She raised an eyebrow at the man on the floor. She didn't know a lot about cameras or photography but it was dark and dingy in here....the place you'd film porn.....maybe he was really selling a bit. She did acrually have the clothes on though and they weren't riske or anything.
No shot she got to keep these....maybe she'd just leave in them, he didn't seem like the kind to stop her. No Pixzie bad idea you're here to earn favor not loose it just for a new outfit, no matter how much she liked it.
"Yeah, its the only empty place, its perfect. Not sure what so hard to understand about the job. Pretty sure I laid it out for you before. Get dressed, take pictures, done. Maybe your brain got replaced by chub."
C1PH3R looked back and forth between the two of them for a moment, not sure if this was friendly banter or harassment. How well did the two of them know each other? Was it any of his business? No, no this was NV, there's no way this was friendly banter. He only spoke to make people angry. But getting angry for her would only give him what he wanted, besides its not like she was special enough for him to stick his neck out for her, just a random havoc breaker. Not his business...
Pixzie's face turned blue and she walked over and kicked him herself this time. "Oh whatever. You wouldn't know you didn't have a brain to begin with."
Pixzie huffed and then turned towards the other vie in the room. "So um...do I need to do anything special?" There was never any reason for her to get her picture taken, in fact she usually tried to avoid cameras if she could. "I don't get my picture taken a lot."
Irma grinned, liking the abuse maybe a little too much. He wondered what he could do to get another kick, from either of them really. He shook his head, not sure what was up with that line of thinking.
"heh heh heh"
"heh heh heh"
C1PH3R shivered slightly, something about the way NV laughed was a lot more unpleasant in person.
"Atleast one of us is a professional." He pushed the unease from his mind and went to where he felt they'd get the best framing. "If you would stand here like this," He struck a pose, mimicing the facial expresion he'd seen models makde as he did. He wasn't one himself so it wasn't prefect or anything, but hopefully it got the idea across. He stopped and moved to where he wanted to take pictures from.
"And while you do that jsut ignore me untill I want another pose or we change outfits." He turned to NV and asked, "how many outfits are we working with? I do have a time limit."
"Atleast one of us is a professional." He pushed the unease from his mind and went to where he felt they'd get the best framing. "If you would stand here like this," He struck a pose, mimicing the facial expresion he'd seen models makde as he did. He wasn't one himself so it wasn't prefect or anything, but hopefully it got the idea across. He stopped and moved to where he wanted to take pictures from.
"And while you do that jsut ignore me untill I want another pose or we change outfits." He turned to NV and asked, "how many outfits are we working with? I do have a time limit."
"Eh that's too much work, just stand however you don't have to do all that." Irma whined. "You're cute no matter what you do, its not like it matters."
He didn't answer Erny's question at all
Pixzie rolled his eyes at him again "fucking weirdo" she muttered under her breath moving away from him.
The dejuvi raised an eyebrow at C1PH3R. Professional is not really a word she or anyone else for that matter would use to describe herself. She walked over where he told her though and watched him strike a pose. Uncomfortable she shifted, not really sure if she wanted to try it or not.
This is the job she was here for but suddenly she felt out of place. She wasn't a model and posing like one made her feel weird in a way she couldn't really parce.
The first time ever since they'd met Pixzie was glad Irma said something. Then she recalibrated and realized everything that he'd said. "What? Shut the fuck up and stop mocking me you're literally the worst."
She set a hand on her hip and gestured with the other one. There, a pose, and an extremely natural one. Like the creator of photography smiled down upon the mismatched group.
As soon as he got any sort of pose out of her C1PH3R was off, flitting around like a moth around a crio-sign. Again he used the flash, but not so intensely, adjusting it a few different times as he went.
"Try another pose, keep the glare, its working for you."
"Try another pose, keep the glare, its working for you."
She was so worked up even complementing her pissed her off, he didn't even have to try anymore all he had to do was talk. He'd hit the jackpot.
Normally he'd start focusing in on his next target, but instead he just watched for a bit. Erny's fidgeting annoyed him, it reminded him of someone else annoying, someone he wanted to torment. Between that and how cute he actually found Pixzie's disgruntled face, he was a bit too busy keeping himself in check to harass either one of them.
Normally he'd start focusing in on his next target, but instead he just watched for a bit. Erny's fidgeting annoyed him, it reminded him of someone else annoying, someone he wanted to torment. Between that and how cute he actually found Pixzie's disgruntled face, he was a bit too busy keeping himself in check to harass either one of them.
Pixzie was about to hiss some kind of response to the vie but he was taking pictures and for once she just decided to keep her mouth shut and go with it. She crossed her arms continuing with the glare as it was pretty hard to wipe off her face normally sooo it worked.
Her eyes flitted to irma a few times as he was still sitting on the floor, now uncharacteristically silent. It made her snarl a bit that he was just sitting there watching but she was literally wearing the job he did so, whatever.
"Next outfit." C1PH3R ordered, too into the job now to remember manners and just who the people he was working with were.
"Dont cross your arms we cant see the clothing."
"Dont cross your arms we cant see the clothing."
"Well you told me to try another pose," Pixzie huffed at him, but she did uncross her arms. "Okay fine I'm gonna get the next one.
Since she had on an outfit already she didn't actually need to change, so she just took the jacket off and grabbed the next one slipping it on. This one was more of a poncho type thing.
"well I can't cross my arms in this" She snorted rolling her eyes, "Alright camera vie take it away"
He was already taking it away, snapping a few pictures of her taking off and putting on the clothing as well.
Nel would have made such a better model, too bad he couldn't suggest that to NV.
"Why didn't you hire a professional model for this?" He asked as he worked. "There's plenty at the scool I'm sure would love the experience."
"eh" Irma shrugged, explaining his reasoning felt like work. "Cause fuck you thats why"
Pixzie glared at C1PH3R this time pissed off at his suggestion. "What not good enough for you? Sorry that you're so used to taking pictures of boring shit like buildings and awards ceremonies that you can't handle this," Her nose scrunched up and she crossed her arms again although it wouldn't be obvious.
"Yeah, I'm used to beautiful things, you know?" Like Nel
Irma tore his eyes away from the entertainment for a moment and looked for something to anchor himself. He could feel the air sparking with emotion and he had not prepared for it. When he was harassing people he did so when he was ready for an outburst, and tried calculating it so that it was a mild one.
He simply was not ready for what this idiot was unleashing.
He simply was not ready for what this idiot was unleashing.
Ouch..................
Pixzie scoffed at him, taken aback that he really just said that. Then it hit her and she was mad. She walked over to home and shoved him first and then slapped at the camera in his hands...hopefully that was on a strap.
"Fuck you what do you know! You work for a stupid newspaper with a bunch of stupid cushy trads!"
Then she stomped away from him and wormed her way out of the stupid poncho jacket thing and chucked it at Irma. "You set this up didn't you? You hired this guy and told him to act all meek and polite and then said 'oh just drop some insults on her'"
She could cry, but lucky for Irma she wasn't going to do that in front of them. "Whatever have your fucking sick joke I don't need this, and if you don't delete those fucking pictures I will feed you to the fucking colossi myself!" She stormed off out of the building.........still uh wearing the outfit Irma put her in and she kind of left the rest of her stuff in there..........................................so uh oops?
C1PH3R blinked at getting shoved, completely clueless as to what hed done to cause it. He was too confused to avoid the slap or the camera smack
"Careful with that!" He was so glad he kept it on a lanyard around his neck.
rma hadn't braces himself as much as hed have liked. And there was that word again...
All his fur stood on end as an electric spark of something ran through his body. The room suddenly came into sharp focuse and his pupils narrowed to slits.
His hair, unbound this time, writhed like worms, like tenticals reaching out for anything they could grasp. Sinking into the shadows and pulling the darkness into thier cause.
Pixzie had only just left when all the doors on thier floor slammed shut at once. She was lucky her tail didnt get caught.
C1PH3R, on the other hand, was not so lucky. The shadows enhanced hair wrapped around him, pinning him in place as Irma perched on a strand like some sort of beast.
His pigmentless yellow white features slowly truning black, like someone poored a dark ink into his blood.
His pigmentless yellow white features slowly truning black, like someone poored a dark ink into his blood.
C1PH3R was even less prepared for this that the outburst from Pixie.
How could anyone ever be prepared for this?
How could anyone ever be prepared for this?
Obviously Pixzie wasn't paying much attention as she was throwing her fit, so she didn't notice Irma's change. The door slamming behind her even felt natural as she was pissed. She leaned against the building seeing the people around now, that was weird. Well not weird for here, weird for her.
But it meant she couldn't cry........fuck man.
Pixzie shut her eyes tightly for a few moments and took a deep breath. Whatever, whatever WHATEVER!!!!!!!! All she had to do was finish the job, she needed this. It sucked but she needed this. If she didn't finish this job she might actually have to go be a sex worker and she really did not want to have to do that.
Holding in another breath she walked back to the door and tried to open it, it wasn't really budging. That's weird? She gave it a few heaves managing to get it open and oh holy shit.................
Thats not.......normal. She wasn't privy to this exact kind of thing but she knew weird fucky poison shit when she saw it. Quickly she pulled out her throwing knives that she had in fact kept on her even with the outfit change and tossed a few at some of the shadowy black tendrils trying to sever them from grasping C1PH3R.
She wasn't quite sure if they could be cut but if they couldn't she was hoping it would draw the attention away from the other vie and onto her instead.
The knifes cut through the tendrils for the most part, loosing Irma's grasp on the dejuvi slighly.
"Too loud." 'Irma' turned his focus to her. "Your life is too loud."
C1PH3R, now slightly less constrained and slightly less confused managed to pull his camera up and snap a picture, flashing NV right in his freaky looking eyes.
Well if that wasn't blackmail material, he didn't know what was.
His one track mind the only thing keeping him from passing out in pure panic at the moment.
Irma hissed at the sudden light, a few more tendrils loosing and slinling back into the darkness.
They both seemed to be making progress on... well at least on dispersing the tendrils and keeping Irma too distracted to put full focus on either of them.
Well that was a statement, he wasn't exactly wrong. Her life was really loud, but currently he was one of the things making her life loud. "Yeah yeah whatever and you're life is too stupid" Not her best work but well a lot was happening.
Pixzie was trying to figure out her next move and was considering pouncing but when C1PH3R snapped a picture she knew what to do next. "Keep doing that!"
She threw her last throwing knife through another one of the tendrils and then quickly scanned the room. She spotted a flashlight in some of the construction supplies and quickly dashed to grab it. She wasn't exactly slow maybe not as fast as Irma but still pretty fast.
As fast as she could she found the button and pointed the bright flash towards Irma, hoping with that and the camera flashes it would calm down whatever poison shit was reacting.
C1PH3R obediandly kept snapping pictures, even as the world was starting to get dim around the edges.
Damn, hearing her get a one liner made him regreat not doing so himself. He should have said something cool like... Loud this! Was that cool or was that the lack of oxygen talking?
Damn, hearing her get a one liner made him regreat not doing so himself. He should have said something cool like... Loud this! Was that cool or was that the lack of oxygen talking?
The tendrils went after Pixzie as soon as she bolted, attracted to the movement. They caught her around the leg, but she already had the flashlight by then.
Pixzie's instinct on the lights was paying off, causing the shadows to release the two vie and slinl back behind the way to aware Irma for protection.
But instead of pouncing on either of them and ripping into thier soft fleshy bits like his body was screaming that he should, Irma flopped over. His whole body noodling out from under him and he forced his limbs to stop working.
Thankfully she had gotten the flashlight fast enough but the tendril oughhgh. It made her shiver, but not enough to keep her from doing what needed to be done. She kept the flashlight on him and thankfully that wet hair sensation went off of her and back to him.
Pixzie stood there with the flashlight trained on him for a few more moments after he rag dolled. She was breathing a bit heavily and she began to move closer to him flashlight still pointed directly at him. She also looked at the flashlight for a few seconds and turned the brightness up as high as it would go.
She didn't get all the way up in his business but she was much closer now, as was the light. "Camera grab my knives and get behind me." Her voice was commanding despite the pitch and with her free hand she was pointing to the wall where they had stuck after her throw.
"You need a cure asshole?" She stared down at Irma watching for any kind of indication that he'd attack again.
C1PH3R obeyed without question, though he was very unstable on his feet and had to all fours it.
Camera was a way better nickname than Erny...
Irma didnt answer, he didn't move, he didnt even risk breathing until his eyes unfocused again and the world was a blurry muddy mess of 'normal' reality.
The inky color seemed to drain from his body, slowy at first then faster until the tips of his hair was all that remain stained black.
And finally he shook his head to answer her. No the cure wouldnt help, he was cured aleady... that was the worst part. This was as normal as he would be getting.
When handed back her knives she quickly stowed them away. "Oh fuck please don't tell me you're one of those weirdo's like my sister who gets off on the poison. I really cannot fucking deal with a second her." Pixzie still kept the light trained on Irma knowing better.
"I cannot catch a fucking break I just." She growled staring down at him. "couldn't just be a regular asshole had to be a phsyco asshole too"
She peered back at C1PH3R for a moment before her eyes snapped back to Irma "You might wanna get out of here, he might try to kill you again or something,"
They weren't all the same poisoned she knew that much. She hadn't met too many people but having to get the cure a lot for Vairil she knew enough. They were all different, and very very dangerous. So she just needed to find out what kind of danger, and she already had a weakness so at least that was nice.
"What about you?" C1PH3R knew he was not helpful in a fight, but leaving her felt wrong. But dieing felt wronger still. He fiddled with his camera, trying to decide which photos to send directly to Nel adn what ones he wanted to fix up first.
Irma wrinkled hos nose at the idea of someone repoisoning themselves. Once was and enough. Though he wasn't like, poisoned from criolithium itself, so maybe that was a better experience?
"beeeen cuureed." he drawled, even slower than he normally spoke. As far as he knew ot was a one and done thing. Was there like a new cure from Vondren that was better?
Pixzie hissed at C1PH3R, "Clearly I'm fine here this is kind of my wheelhouse. I might not be pretty enough for you but I'm good at handling danger it's kind of in the job title." Well not literally but havok breakers were pretty known to do dangerous shit.
Pixzie looked back down at Irma when he spoke. "oh so that's just like a fun little side effect then.......cool, I'm just gonna keep this flashlight on you" She wasn't really sure what to do now, she didn't wanna just leave him here like this. She also didn't wanna like reactivate whatever the fuck that was either though so flashlight it is...................
Well, he did ask, thats all he could do. If she had it, then she had it. Whatever happened now couldn't be his fault.
C1PH3R was sort of glad she wanted him to leave, he was not wanting any part on this at all. He scuttled toward the exit on all fours.
He paused before leaving though and asked,
"Should I call the protection force?"
"No we're fine it was an accident. and you're fine and walking, it's fine," Pixzie really didn't like the idea of anyone coming to find them here, especailly not because she wasn't sure that'd end well for her.
Although she wasn't sure if she could move the two of them. She'd probably have to figure that out this trad might call someone anyway.
She still had the flashlight trained on the Benuvi weighing her options and trying to think of a plan.
C1PH3R wieghed his options, if he didn't report it people could definitely get hurt.
But he didn't really want to be connected to this mess. Oh well, he could figure that out once he was safely away from here.
He turned to the door and scampered out, not looking back.
But he didn't really want to be connected to this mess. Oh well, he could figure that out once he was safely away from here.
He turned to the door and scampered out, not looking back.
"thoouught ii haad iit uundeer coontrool" Irma mitter to himself, or to her. As close as he could get to an apology at the moment.
He did NOT want the consortium to know about his condition. He didn't care if hiding it was selfish.
Pixzie sighed and rubbed in between her eyes. She knew there would be a headache later, hopefully not worse than this current one right now.
"You don't seem the guy to be right about things very often," she huffed at him "ugh look whatever the trad douchecushion you hired might call the nerd squad anyway so we need to get the hell out of here."
She looked around "how do I get you out of here with out uh....emo hair guy being a thing I have to deal with...kinda not sure why that happened"
"heeh heeh heeh" Irma snickered to himself. "got me there."
He should have braided his hair like he did for school, that would have been smart.
Better to blame someone else, that was less uncomfortable.
"that idiots fault for pissing you off."
"that idiots fault for pissing you off."
Pixzie smirked for a few seconds at that before the snarl came back on her face.
"You piss me off and you seemed to be fine then?" She tested the waters by slightly nudging him with her foot, still keeping the flashlight on him.
"Look what do we do, can I just like pick you up and carry you somewhere or??"
"theres a difference" he muttered, not haveing the strength to explain his twisted thoughts on harassment and hold himself to the ground at the same time.
"no, no dont touch me. i need to put my hair up. your life is so loud man. if i feel it too im gunna loose my mind again"
Pixzie didn't poke at him again and just kind of stayed there with the flashlight on him.
She wasn't quite sure what he meant. Earlier she thought he literally meant that she was loud, but it didnt seem like that now.
"Okay um, I mean I dont super want to rush you since black isn't your color, but also if they find us here and trad tells the squad what happened we're kind of fucked." She looked around, "is there anything I can do?"
She was right, but that didnt change his ability to be touched.
"Okay so.. its easier to keep it back in the sun..." He tried to think through this. Why was he so smart about how to annoy people and so stupid for everything else? Ugh he was annoying himself now.
He wished he could be all cool and tell her to leave and worry about herself, but he didn't want to be left to the corpos.
"uh drag me out with a rope? kick me out?" Aaand that was the end of his brilliant ideas.
She looked around the room for anything that would like help. She groaned "okay um," it was a construction site, what in here would be useful to...
Ding ding ding, wheelbarrow. Would it look fucking strange....yes.....but well not many options.
She grabbed it and hauled it over to the mass on the floor and also grabbed a shovel. "Okay, I'm going to scoop you into this thing now" she had left the flashlight on the floor so it was still shining on him when she was rushing to grab the stuff.
"heh heh heh maybe you should smash my head in instead." Would save everyone alot of trouble for sure.
It was a good plan, he was sure of that cause he never would have thought of it.
"Oh no you owe me, I'm not giving that up by killing you are you kidding?" She was dead serious but it did come with a small laugh.
Well here goes nothing. She shoved the shovel under him and started to attempt to get him in the barell. She wasn't weak or anything but she was a lot more agile than she was brute strength.
"Fuck I'm the one who should be calling you fat, why are you so heavy" hair. It was all that fucking hair.
With a flop she managed to throw him in the wheelbarrow and then the shovel clattered to the floor. "Okay get your hair sorted and let's get the fuck out of here." She panted a bit shaking the dust off of her hands
"I owe you like five"
Irma felt like a fresh pile of bug shit chucked into the compost heap.
He finally dared to move, grabbing his hair in two fist fulls and started slowly braiding it.
Pixzie tossed the clothing bag on top of him. Maybe people would just think they're dumb students messing around. Hopefully that's what they'd think though she didn't super look like a university student.
"Alright where the hell am I taking you anyway." She rolled him out into the sun. Wonderful day for rolling a guy around.
Nothing weird or strange about this at all nope.
He seemed to relax a bit when the sun hit him, looking sleepy and lazy as ever.
Where? He hadn't thought that far.
They would have to take public transit and he was in no condition to ne doing that right now. Just being out on the walkways might be too overwhelming. Staying in the underways wasn't a great idea either, but it was the better of the options. "should just dump me in a ditch" He half joked unhelpfully.
Whate as closer, the university or Mony's place?
Where? He hadn't thought that far.
They would have to take public transit and he was in no condition to ne doing that right now. Just being out on the walkways might be too overwhelming. Staying in the underways wasn't a great idea either, but it was the better of the options. "should just dump me in a ditch" He half joked unhelpfully.
Whate as closer, the university or Mony's place?
"Hey don't tempt me," She looked around kind of already knowing where they were.
"University I think?" Eschars place was a little father and a little bit more up. "So I guess I'll wheel you there."
Pixzie was smart enough to know that he needed to not be around people and lucky for him then routes she knew were typically those less traveled.
At first she was quiet just pushing him along, but this was gonna take a lot longer than normal because she literally had to push him around. "So why'd you hire that guy anyway,"
"I should hire you to cart me to my classes." he chuckled, still braiding his giant mass of hair.
"Huh? Oh, Erny. Other students dont like working with me." he shrugged, thinking that much should be obvious. "and I thiught it would be funny to let him think i didnt know who he was and then harasse him about it later."
"I don't know if you can afford me after all this" Pixzie why are you joking with this idiot right now, she honestly should probably dump him in a ditch somewhere. He'd be away from the uptight dork squad so that'd be good enough. She wasn't going to do that though.
"I should have guessed" Pixzie rolled her eyes "Can't see why they'd hate working with you."
"What do you mean though? Don't know who he is?" She looked down at him for a second before back up and wheeling him towards some shady looking places.
There were very few people here and the ones that were here fell back into the shadows upon hearing voices and wheelbarrow sounds.
"its a mystery" He shrugged at her comment about why people wouldn't want to work with him, though he couldn't keep a strait face.
"Eh its along stupid story. But I guess we got time, so might as well bore you. I know him from in the source. He's one of them reality fleeing nerds, you know? He's like the lacky of a 'friend' of mine, he thinks he's spying on or something? You know, friend stuff. So I thought I'd mess with him a bit. Send some annoying messages to to my friend through him. that kinda thing." He rambled a bit then decided it was his turn to force her to talk about things.
"So drugs huh? Thats how you know Monty and the others I guess then. Makes sense, I shoulda figured that one out on my own."
"So drugs huh? Thats how you know Monty and the others I guess then. Makes sense, I shoulda figured that one out on my own."
"Oh wow he's a cyber?" Pixzie raised an eyebrow now picturing the guy with a little dunce cap on his head. "He's like trad through and through, well looks that way I mean." She snorted.
"Yeah I've been her dealer for a while," Pixzie looked around uncomfortably. She wasn't really sure why he was asking. "I do other stuff too but um, my sisters constantly in need of a cure and I can get a lot of drugs easy when I'm getting the cure so, makes sense I guess"
"heh heh heh yeah, i wasn't expecting him to look so traditional. Course seeing him as anything other than a rainbow stuffed toy is wierd."
"She one of those weird ass cultists?" He asked, as if he had any room to talk about being weird or ass.
Pixzie cringed "ugh not exactly.....she's I don't know" Pixzie trailed off uncomfortably. Thinking about her sister and all of her issues was just not what she liked to do.
"She was poisoned when I was really young. My riuvi use to like uh..." Her eyes darted around checking to make sure no one was listening "Collect the raw stuff...Well...my ri tells me she went off on her own and fucked herself up basically. I never knew her not fucked up......she's worse than you"
"Like she's bad like wants to hurt people. I've seen her do it it's-" She stopped, stopped pushing Irma, stopped talking, just stopped.
Closing her eyes she took a breath and pushed the thoughts of Vairl away. Then with that she moved again "I don't go in the source super often, don't really have the time on planet. I got a name and an avatar and I've organized some deals on there but that's about it. Are you some kind of cyber or?"
He could feal her emotions on the matter moving around her nervious system, and decided not to stay on that topic at all. Even though he wondered how she was alive if her sister was worse.
"Eh, na. I mean I'm in all the time, but its like.. the only way i can talk to people without their freaking life drowning everything out. Its quiet i guess, like the lillys back home, but people don't act like i'm a freak for mentioning it. not that i care though."
"What do you mean by life?" She was glad to move on from the topic, sometimes even mentioning Vairil made it feel like she was there.
Pixzie thought of the couple times she'd been in the source. She had seen herself in a mirror and was supprised to not be herself. It was close but she had really large poofy hair and was a different color scheme. She was about the same size but taller, and some other things were a little different too.
"You are a freak sorry to disappoint, not even cuz of all that emo stuff you're just a freak." Pixzie snickered at him.
"heh heh heh"
"but you know.. life. Like uh.. i can hear like your uh,, juices moving about. your bits keeping you alive. when your hair sticks up slightly but not so much anyone can see. like when you relax your life changes, when you're angry that's different. like little sparks shooting off in your body all the time while you're thinking about things. annoyed people are.. uh.. easier to be around i guess? Scared though? thats a bad time. rageful, is too much. despair is like an invitation.. its hard man its hard to not hear it all all tiem time its so loud and i can smell it and touch it. i can like unfocus a bit, so i can''t always see it." He rambled on, attempting to explain something he didn't understand.
"wow I can't belive you actually have a reason to be an asshole," Pixzie didn't get it super well, but she understood enough to see what he meant. "I guess that makes sense annoyed is kind of like a default emotion."
"did you have to say juices though like really you're in university and that's the best word you could come up with?" She scoffed at him "dumbass"
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