punch bug [open]

[avery]

The breeze smelled much nicer than the staleness of a building, Kailen thought, even if it did mess up his hair, sting his eyes, and otherwise bother him. Outdoors was far better than in, and the Downtown was the safest area to roam -- or, at least, Friday had said. The wind seemed to keep most people inside, form what he'd seen, but it also may have been the temperature; he was sure it was cold for anyone who hadn't spent their life in the coldest region of their land (like he had) and that seemed a perfectly acceptable reason to linger inside.

He occupied himself by walking, primarily, because there was things to see and not much time to do so. Or, well, not much time for him to see it as it was, especially with how short-lived the mortal races were. Change happened to quickly, in the time it seemed to take him to blink, and then all his would be gone and washed away.

His eye was caught on a bit of light reflecting off of something, and he moved to investigate. It was the front -- he thought Friday had called it a bumper once? -- of one of those strange moving contraptions the mortals had, one of the ones Friday had laughed at, punched him, and said "Punch Bug, no punch backs" and hadn’t really explained further, even when he’d asked. Or, well, they had called it a human game, but never explained the goal. Either way, there was one sitting there, not moving, and since Friday had only told him to watch out for the moving ones he thought it was safe.

He approached.

It didn’t seem like anything he should fear, but then again, many things in this world weren’t his definition of normal. This moving contraption smelled of metal, very strongly of metal, and he knew not to touch it, even if he was curious as to how it would feel under his hand. He contented himself with looking at it, noticing how the front vaguely resembled a smiling face. It was… cute. He guessed. Friendly certainly.

He got a little bit closer.

He knelt down, so as to get on its level.

“Erm… hello,” he said, and he felt slightly foolish because he could only talk to flowers, but maybe this moving contraption could talk. Some of the things in this realm talked; why would this be different? “I am Ser Kailen, from the Realm of Fairies. May I ask your name?”

He waited.

Maybe this was one of the things that didn’t talk.

[raze]

Khaos walked out of the shop. She had just gotten some money to get herself some new strings, but the guy didn't have any for her guitar. He said it would take a couple days. She was on her way back to country girls place to try and find something to do now that she was turning 18 in a couple days. She then saw a fey acting curiously around a Volkswagen beetle. She stopped and watched him for a few minutes as he examined the car. She ended up bursting out laughing when he asked It's name.

"You know they don't talk, right?" She said still laughing at the curious sight in front of her. " It's a car, not a magical beast. It doesn't have the means to talk."

[avery]

He almost wanted to tell the volvo to mind its own business and that the picture box made noise, but refrained from it, since this was hardly the place and, well, he was trying to appear human. Instead he gave the car the irritated look he wished to give the volvo and stood, taking a moment to straighten out his clothing and otherwise ignore the mortal creature that was laughing at him. He'd continue ignoring the mortal creature, but that did not sit well with him.

"You say that as if you knew anything of magical beasts," Kailen responded, biting back on the tone he wished to use, and realizing after the fact that that didn't seem a very mortal thing to say. Oh well, worse came to worse this volvo would find itself at the wrong end of some very nasty tricks. Knights tended to be bad fairy to annoy. 

[raze]

"Oh, before we get off on the wrong foot. I meant no offense. " Khaos said to the barely contained annoyance that was being shown. "I am Khaos Subburnae. I know nothing of magical or mystical creatures aside from mythology. Even then only names." She admitted to the fey in front of her. " So why were you talking to a Volkswagen anyway? If I may be so bold as to ask." Khaos said grinning her mischievous grin. This guy seemed to be of the high and proper sort of people and she wanted to find if her assumption was correct. Khaos wasn't dumb, uneducated yes, but not dumb.

[avery]

Oh, of course it didn't know anything about magical creatures. What a shocking development. Kailen never would have guessed.

The volvo didn't have much going for it at this point. He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow when it introduced itself -- probably assuming he cared -- and continuing the trend of giving it a dirty look as it continued on. When it had finished talking, finally, he just watched for a moment. "You were bold enough to ask. That does not mean I am inclined to answer."

He took a moment to think of just how fey that was before continuing.

"It would also probably be in your best interest to not try to talk about things you know nothing of."

[raze]

"While I may not know about magic. I do know most cars don't talk. At least not to most beings, so in a sense I do know what I am talking about." Khaos said. She looked at him curiously. "Since when did people become so angry at the people who try to help." Khaos thought aloud. She was beginning to wonder if she shouldn't leave to the next town, but that was a problem for a different day. "Just because your richer then me doesn't mean you can talk down to me." Khaos was getting tired of correcting people who talked to her, and this guy didn't ask.

[avery]

"Don't delude yourself; you only know half of what you're attempting to talk about."

Their logic was beginning to grate on his nerves. If they didn't know anything about magic, then they didn't know everything they were speaking of. And if they only knew half, they didn't know what they were talking about. Especially if they were going to make assumptions about magic in the process; this volant sounded like a human politician trying to appease everyone. 

Their assumption that he was wealthy made him raise an eyebrow and look down at himself. Is this what human wealth looked like? Either this volant really didn't know what they were talking about (which he wouldn't doubt) or Friday had lied to him. He was leaning more towards the former. "Says the volant trying to talk down to me. How thick the hypocrisy is here."

[raze]

"And you delude yourself in thinking you know more then everyone else."

She adjusted her petty torn jacket. This guy was starting to annoy her. she decided it was time for her to leave when he did the one thing she didn't like from anyone.

"I'm tired of correcting people on this." She said softly to herself. "I am not a Volant. I am a Succubus. I know that for a fact. and speaking of hypocrisy. you don't know anything about cars and you still talk down to me as if I know nothing. I don't know everything, I admit it and accept it. I am a musician, not a mechanic or a magician, So next time you talk to someone don't try talking to those giving you aid." She said going from defense to offense and raising her voice a bit.

She thought about it, then turned around to leave. " I don't need this. I can get this from country girl or Hodinott anytime. Not from jerk talking to Volkswagens." She said walking away.

[avery]

Um. Yes, there was something strange about this volant and he was pretty sure he wouldn't be the only one thinking this if anyone else was in the conversation. The volant incorrectly assumed people cared about it and the opinions it had, and thus that anything it said would matter to an actual sentient person. Which in this case was Kailen, and it was clear from the bored expression he had, crossed arms, and raised eyebrows that he was quite possibly the farthest from caring one could get.

The volant thought itself a species of human demon. Fascinating.

(Not really.)

He knew very little on cars. He knew they were made of metal, had a holding compartment in the back, and were used to transport people. He knew they ran off of some substance called gasoline, which was approximately $3.50 in human currency, and he knew that Friday kept complaining about how expensive it was. He knew that it would hurt him to touch the metal and he knew that it was a very impractical way for him to travel, given how just the smell from sitting inside one of them was enough to make him want to retch. And he had seen on the box that Friday calls the television that some cars do talk, but he wasn't sure what made them talk.

He would admit very freely that he knew more about magic. Or some types of magic, since he was a user of some magic himself. This car -- and most things in this realm -- didn't have a touch of magic on them and never would. There was not enough magic in this realm for that to happen, just as he sure wasn't going to try it. He would rather a blade over his glamours any day. But he still knew magic.

So he did know something about cars, even if it was precious little, and he did know about magic.

If he were to say so, he would say that he had won, but he didn't want to say it to the volant's face. After all, it seems that he has already bruised the volant's ego to the point that it didn't want to associate with him, and that was more than fine.

So the smile that stretched across his face was far too toothy and wide to be anything nearing sincere, and yelled after her, "I'll make sure to listen when someone actually helps!"

He hoped he never saw that volant ever again.