Post by Duvazl on Jun 3, 2007 17:00:06 GMT -5
Characters: Aislin, Viridis, Zyn, Rex (Also played by Zyn)
Setting: Big city (Name pending), alleyway.
Player's comments: I think we were all getting a little retarded near the end. At least I was. Will probably post previous logs later.. as the story might make a little more sense after reading them.
The alleyway absolutely reeks of rat piss, festering garbage and possibly an aborted fetus or two. The last thing anyone would ever expect to find there would be royalty, especially in THIS part of town. And the young prince knows this; in fact, that’s exactly why he came here to begin with. He was downright sick of it. The escorts, guards breathing down the back of his neck everywhere he went, high expectations. Of course, the idea of being king one day was marvelous, and he had no intention of leaving /permanently/, but little Rex just needed a break. Never mind the fact that he stuck out like a sore thumb, what with the velvety navy blue cloak that tapered to an end just inches from the ground. He is neither particularly fat, nor particularly scrawny, and stands at more or less the average height for a child his age. His platinum blonde hair, judging by the darker coloration of his eyebrows and thick, long lashes, will probably darken considerably with age, and despite being cut short, it’s also incredibly messy, giving his otherwise kempt appearance a roughed-up, just-came-in-from-play quality - much to the dismay of his parents, no doubt. He has been crouching in the alley for a considerable length of time now. It seems that every time he gathers enough nerve to venture out, some shady individual – or, usually, an entire pack of shady individuals – crosses his path, causing him to sink back behind the dumpster…
"I.. swear.. that there should be a -door- back here," Comes the fervored, forcefully reassuring voice of Aislin, somewhere near the entrance to the alley. On the right side of said alley is a tavern, whose structure Aislin has seen time and time again, and they -always- have doors on the -side-. Her brilliant plan is that she and Zyn should sneak inside the side door - which doubtlessly, in her mind, leads to a little hallway which will contain a set of stairs - and go up, to ransack through the rooms for some new digs. Of course, they could always use some of that money Zyn stole to -buy- clothes, but it seems much more logical, to Aislin anyway, for them to save it for something a little more serious. And so she pulls him into the alley by his arm, half-expecting him to run away. "Oh, Jesus," Just as she takes a few steps into the dank alleyway, the -smells- hit her nose. The clip clopping of her heels stop for a moment, as she adjusts - though her head falls forward in protest, deliciously chocolate curls falling about her face. ".. bleugh, honestly.." Where are one of those doctor masks when ya need one? Too bad her doctor is a fake.
“But.. why not just-” His words are cut off by Aislin’s insistent presupposition, the remainder of his breath escaping him in a soft sigh. “If you insist..” Zyn’s own nose wrinkles as he’s dragged into the dark alley, the sight of their forms immediately sending several fat rats, one in particular the size of a small housecat, scurrying into, under, and behind the big, smelly dumpster. “..Igh.” Despite this, he follows Aislin’s lead (albeit just a little reluctantly), his elliptical pupils immediately expanding as they move into the shadow of the building, and out of the late afternoon sunlight. It’s almost worth dishing out a fistful of money, just to avoid that rancid odor, but he scans the walls for a door anyway, if for no other reason than to humor his violet-eyed accomplice.
"-Because-," She gushes once more, and it's obvious they've been debating about this for a while. "-Because-, I have no money, and no home now, and besides the money you -stole-, I don't think you have much either, and we should really be thrifty about this.." Yes, Zyn will soon discover - if he hasn't already - that Aislin can be as stubborn as a tiny little nurse-dressed mule. "I do insist, metal-eater." Despite the seriousness of her tone, Aislin offers him a cute little half-smile, before continuing into the alley - pulling him along, of course. Rats don't much scare her, so when she sees them scuttle away she merely scrunches her nose and looks toward the tall, dirty brick wall of the tavern. Indeed, there is a door, which she discovers as she clip clops just past the dumpster. Hopefully any clothes they find will be -clean-, unlike this alley.. and perhaps to reiterate that mental point, Aislin lets those purple pools dart around the alley; from the wall, to the far end, and back, down at the dumpster…
Sissies. It isn’t all THAT bad. If Rex weren’t holding his breath and biting his tongue at the moment to keep from attracting the attention of the two …strange… practitioners.. who’ve suddenly appeared in the entrance of the alleyway, those are surely the words he’d be spouting at them. Despite his upbringing, and slightly spoiled demeanor, he’s no squeamish /girl/! He’s dragged plenty of slimy, slithery, creepy-crawlies into the palace, and not all of them smelled like a basket of roses. Still, a fat, razor-toothed rat is enough to send even Rex leaping into the air with a shriek – and that’s exactly what he does when an especially massive one comes scampering straight towards him from ‘round the corner of the dumpster. “AAUUUURGH!!!! GETAWAYFROMME!!!” Never mind the doctors, whom he seems to have temporarily forgotten about.
Well, if Aislin hasn’t already discovered it, Zyn can be rather laid back when it comes to most situations. That isn’t to say that he’s a complete pushover, mind you, just that he’s more likely to roll with an idea than take up even more of his precious time whining and complaining about why it’s not such a GOOD idea. As he’s offered a little smile from Aislin, he feigns one in return.. his nose still slightly scrunched. His lips had just parted to make a remark when he’s abruptly interrupted by a nerve-splitting shriek. His pupils, which had already been rather wide, widen more still, his tail bottle-brushing as he simultaneously spins ‘round towards the source of the noise. Gotta love them cat-like reflexes. “What.. on..” The words are forced through clenched teeth.
Yes, it's probably not one of her -best- ideas; however, it's a good enough reason for them to be in an alley so suck on that. The sudden, girlish shriek makes Aislin release Zyn and spin around on her heels (somehow managing to stay afoot in the process), coming face to face with a tiny little boy - well, not exactly face to -face-, more like face to two feet of space above a platinum head. Without saying a word, she lets her gaze drop, to stare down at the terrified little boy - though she's not all that tall herself, there is -some- space. What the.. " .. hell?" What on -earth- is a tiny little boy doing in a disgusting, rat-filled -alley-! More appropriately, why does he scream like a girl? Thinking on that makes her giggle, but she tries to choke it down; it's not nice to pick on little kids, or so she assumes. "Ummm.." Casting an awkward glance to Zyn, and then back to the well-dressed boy, Aislin raises a dark brow. ".. you.. okay, kid?"
What on hell, indeed. Rex doesn’t even notice the pair of perplexed stares being cast upon him at first; he’s too busy doing a quick little foot-to-foot dance while shaking his arms frantically at the rat, which has by now retreated somewhere beneath the dumpster, and off the face of the planet it seems. “Oh. I… Uh.” A pair of wide eyes dart between the two, bearing too much brown to be considered green, and to much green to be considered brown.. a deep shade of hazel would probably be the best color to call them. Maybe a dark, brownish olive. “I was just trying to scare it off!” He quickly snaps, rather defensively at that, as if sensing the laughter trying to escape from both Aislin /and/ Zyn at this point.
Suuuuuure he was. A dullish fang bites down on his lower, grayish lip, the corner of which twitches slightly as it stifles a little smirk. He exchanges a quick, quizzical look with Aislin, and shrugs a shoulder gingerly. Once the initial humor has faded, though, reality surfaces, and Zyn is the first to ask the question that’s probably buzzing through both their minds at this point. “..What are you doing here?” Resting his hands on his hips, he leans forward a little to cast a pale, scrutinizing glance down at the platinum-haired youth, who appears to be somewhere between six and eight years of age, if he had to guess.
The young woman seems to stifle her laughter rather well - thinking of dead babies, probably, and there may very well be a few in that dumpster over there. Ah, but this is a -child-, alone in a rat-infested alley, and the situation should probably be approached with a -touch- more seriousness. So she sinks into an attentive silence, as Zyn asks that imperative question. "You lost, cutie?" Her own question is chimed in after Zyn's, and despite her near gigglefit at his expense moments ago, she seems all sunshine and daisies now - with a charming little smile that rarely fails when it comes to children, though she's not so sure about this one.. Her arms drop to her sides, that head tilting questioningly - not realizing how comical she and Zyn must both look to the boy: a strange, gray-man in a lab coat, and a shortish woman in a rather Courtney Lovety nurse's uniform. Ah, well. Another smile.
Young? Certainly. Naïve? A little, sure. But there is something very, very strange about these two, and something tells Rex it’s not just the way they’re dressed. Despite the fact that he’s more than a little nervous, he manages to shoot Zyn a most distinct wouldn’t-YOU-like-to-know look, before his attention is abruptly redirected to the kneeling nurse-lady. “N-no.. as a matter of fact, I happen to know /exactly/ where I am..” Those large eyes, either of which is framed by a thick cage of dark brown lashes, stare directly back into the soft violet saucers of Aislin, one of his knees twitching with the briefest of urges to step further back against the grimy brick wall. His own imagination is squeaming with disturbing thoughts of what these two plan to do with him. Cut him open? Poke him fulla needles? It’s too dark to see the odd complexion of the tall one, or his tail for that matter, but Rex can tell there’s –definitely- something not right about him. And the woman? Despite her soothing tone of voice, he can’t help but be more than a little suspicious.
Zyn, sensing the child’s apprehension despite his outwardly crotchfloppery demeanor, decides to take a step back and let Aislin work her wonders on the boy, rather than overcrowd him all the more. He remains attentive, however, taking in every detail of the boy, from his articulate speech to his superfluous attire, which, oddly enough, appears even more out-of-place than the outfits /they’re/ wearing.
That smile remains, genuine enough, as she kneels a bit more to become eye-level with the crotchfloppery little punk. "So you know full well that you're in an alley, surrounded by rats and probably a lot of bugs.." Those words trail off, as she casts a slow look about for emphasis. "Well, we are too, so you probably think we're crazy, right?" Come on, who can resist the puppy-ness of her voice, and those cute, purpley eyes? How much does it really take to melt a little kid, anyway? "And you're dressed really nice, too. You're going to get your clothes all dirty in this alley, you know.. shouldn't you be at your home?" Again, her cajoling is probably not as effective as it could be, considering that -she's- dressed like a nurse, and is quite dirty already. However, Aislin decides to rely on whatever cuteness she posseses, as an older, 'mysterious' woman, and offer him one of those dazzling smiles - hoping like hell that it doesn't turn out to be some sort of strange, feral grimace. Knowing her luck, it probably will.
His dark brows furrow beneath his softly sloping, yet currently noticeably creased forehead. Well, she does have a point. He is surrounded by rats and bugs, yes. And weirdos, don’t forget the weirdos. “Yeah.. well.. shouldn’t you be helping sick people or something? I’m not sick..” Call him cute and innocent if you want, but when it all boils down, Rex is a crotchfloppery brat. After all, he is used to getting what he wants - nothing less, but sometimes more. And he’s certainly not used to being questioned. “What are you, anyway, doctors or /detectives/?” His eyes dart from Aislin to Zyn in what was intended to be a brief glance, but his gaze sticks. Holy cripes, it’s got a tail?! Now, he really does back against the wall with an audible whimper.
“Neither, actually,” Chimes in Zyn, in that airy, yet matter-of-fact tone of his. He’s pacing along the length of the alley at the moment, scoping the entrance out for anything (or, more specifically, anyone) unusual, all the while enjoying one of the cigarettes he so masterfully pilfered from the apothecary’s..
"Well, you could -get- sick, if you keep hanging around all these rats.. have you ever heard of the plague?" Now she's just being mean. Forcing another smile onto her lips, she casts a little glance back, towards Zyn, as if asking him for some help. Though Aislin hasn't been around many kids, the ones she -has- have caved a lot faster. Looking back to the little, almost royal-looking boy, Aislin shrugs a shoulder. "These are just costumes. We were about to go into this tavern.. and look for different clothes." Slowly, the young, vertically challenged woman stands up to her full height - plus those heels (her feet are doubtlessly killing her). "Well, if you don't want our help, then I guess you can stay here, in this dark alley, with all of your disease carrying friends." Despite how reverse-psychology-y it may be, Aislin says it in the most -serious- tone imaginable, as she makes her way over to Zyn. "Metal-eater, you ready to go inside?" And just as easily, she continues talking as if their conversation hadn't been interrupted in the first place.
Diseases… ohgod. He hadn’t even thought of that. Swallowing, he finally manages to pry his now-even-wider eyes from Zyn’s ever-coiling tail, only to return them to the short, violet-eyed woman. He doesn’t speak, though; instead, he takes a moment to actually listen to what she’s saying for once. When she finally does dismiss him, turning away, he relaxes his tense posture just slightly, inching away from the wall which, in his mind, is now squirming and alive with billions upon billions of nasty, slimy germs just waiting to feast on him! Shudder.
“’Course, m’dear,” Murmurs Zyn, his own tone sounding every bit as uncaring as Aislin’s does now.. though, in truth, completely insincerely so. One would probably not think of Zyn, of all creatures, as one to have a soft spot for young’uns. Not upon looking at him, at least. Anyway, nasty alley aside, a child his age really shouldn’t even be /outside/ the alley. Not alone, anyway. Not if he doesn’t want to get killed. Or robbed. Or caught and sold. It’s a wonder to Zyn how the child even got this far to begin with, unless of course he came from inside the door that they’re about to enter. Flicking the still-burning butt of his cigarette into the dumpster as he passes, he pauses at the doorstep to cast Rex a final glance. “She’s right, you know.. it really isn’t wise to stay out here. If you’re not going to come with us, you’d best go somewhere, kid. If you really knew where you were, you wouldn’t be here.” Having said that, he turns away from Rex to follow Aislin through the door.
Oh, yes, Aislin is completely insincere as well - in fact, if the little runt -didn't- follow them inside, Aislin was planning on going right back out there and just -scooping him up-. He's pretty small, and though she is, too, she figures that she can take him. Casting the rather terrified-looking boy another pointed look, Aislin stares, a moment too long, before opening the door - which provides no resistance at all - and steps inside, with Zyn following. And, just as she expected, the door opens up to a dingy-looking little hall, that stretches straight for a while, with a turn right - probably the way to the main tavern. To their immediate left is a sort of broom closet, half-ajar (and she's almost tempted to peek inside..), and a little further up, and left, is that elusive staircase. "Aha! Toldja." Outside, though not to Aislin's knowledge, a fire is steadily building up in the dumpster - if that's not enough to scare the boy, what is?
As the tiny wisp of smoke from the tip of the cigarette grows to a billowing column of greasy blackness, erupting from a small, but ever-growing inferno, the dumpster’s residents make a hasty escape – leaping over the brim of the dumpster and onto whatever may reside below. That’s the final straw for young Rex, who bolts directly past Zyn and through the door behind Aislin, doing his best to hold in another humiliatingly girlish shriek. “Wait!”
Setting: Big city (Name pending), alleyway.
Player's comments: I think we were all getting a little retarded near the end. At least I was. Will probably post previous logs later.. as the story might make a little more sense after reading them.
The alleyway absolutely reeks of rat piss, festering garbage and possibly an aborted fetus or two. The last thing anyone would ever expect to find there would be royalty, especially in THIS part of town. And the young prince knows this; in fact, that’s exactly why he came here to begin with. He was downright sick of it. The escorts, guards breathing down the back of his neck everywhere he went, high expectations. Of course, the idea of being king one day was marvelous, and he had no intention of leaving /permanently/, but little Rex just needed a break. Never mind the fact that he stuck out like a sore thumb, what with the velvety navy blue cloak that tapered to an end just inches from the ground. He is neither particularly fat, nor particularly scrawny, and stands at more or less the average height for a child his age. His platinum blonde hair, judging by the darker coloration of his eyebrows and thick, long lashes, will probably darken considerably with age, and despite being cut short, it’s also incredibly messy, giving his otherwise kempt appearance a roughed-up, just-came-in-from-play quality - much to the dismay of his parents, no doubt. He has been crouching in the alley for a considerable length of time now. It seems that every time he gathers enough nerve to venture out, some shady individual – or, usually, an entire pack of shady individuals – crosses his path, causing him to sink back behind the dumpster…
"I.. swear.. that there should be a -door- back here," Comes the fervored, forcefully reassuring voice of Aislin, somewhere near the entrance to the alley. On the right side of said alley is a tavern, whose structure Aislin has seen time and time again, and they -always- have doors on the -side-. Her brilliant plan is that she and Zyn should sneak inside the side door - which doubtlessly, in her mind, leads to a little hallway which will contain a set of stairs - and go up, to ransack through the rooms for some new digs. Of course, they could always use some of that money Zyn stole to -buy- clothes, but it seems much more logical, to Aislin anyway, for them to save it for something a little more serious. And so she pulls him into the alley by his arm, half-expecting him to run away. "Oh, Jesus," Just as she takes a few steps into the dank alleyway, the -smells- hit her nose. The clip clopping of her heels stop for a moment, as she adjusts - though her head falls forward in protest, deliciously chocolate curls falling about her face. ".. bleugh, honestly.." Where are one of those doctor masks when ya need one? Too bad her doctor is a fake.
“But.. why not just-” His words are cut off by Aislin’s insistent presupposition, the remainder of his breath escaping him in a soft sigh. “If you insist..” Zyn’s own nose wrinkles as he’s dragged into the dark alley, the sight of their forms immediately sending several fat rats, one in particular the size of a small housecat, scurrying into, under, and behind the big, smelly dumpster. “..Igh.” Despite this, he follows Aislin’s lead (albeit just a little reluctantly), his elliptical pupils immediately expanding as they move into the shadow of the building, and out of the late afternoon sunlight. It’s almost worth dishing out a fistful of money, just to avoid that rancid odor, but he scans the walls for a door anyway, if for no other reason than to humor his violet-eyed accomplice.
"-Because-," She gushes once more, and it's obvious they've been debating about this for a while. "-Because-, I have no money, and no home now, and besides the money you -stole-, I don't think you have much either, and we should really be thrifty about this.." Yes, Zyn will soon discover - if he hasn't already - that Aislin can be as stubborn as a tiny little nurse-dressed mule. "I do insist, metal-eater." Despite the seriousness of her tone, Aislin offers him a cute little half-smile, before continuing into the alley - pulling him along, of course. Rats don't much scare her, so when she sees them scuttle away she merely scrunches her nose and looks toward the tall, dirty brick wall of the tavern. Indeed, there is a door, which she discovers as she clip clops just past the dumpster. Hopefully any clothes they find will be -clean-, unlike this alley.. and perhaps to reiterate that mental point, Aislin lets those purple pools dart around the alley; from the wall, to the far end, and back, down at the dumpster…
Sissies. It isn’t all THAT bad. If Rex weren’t holding his breath and biting his tongue at the moment to keep from attracting the attention of the two …strange… practitioners.. who’ve suddenly appeared in the entrance of the alleyway, those are surely the words he’d be spouting at them. Despite his upbringing, and slightly spoiled demeanor, he’s no squeamish /girl/! He’s dragged plenty of slimy, slithery, creepy-crawlies into the palace, and not all of them smelled like a basket of roses. Still, a fat, razor-toothed rat is enough to send even Rex leaping into the air with a shriek – and that’s exactly what he does when an especially massive one comes scampering straight towards him from ‘round the corner of the dumpster. “AAUUUURGH!!!! GETAWAYFROMME!!!” Never mind the doctors, whom he seems to have temporarily forgotten about.
Well, if Aislin hasn’t already discovered it, Zyn can be rather laid back when it comes to most situations. That isn’t to say that he’s a complete pushover, mind you, just that he’s more likely to roll with an idea than take up even more of his precious time whining and complaining about why it’s not such a GOOD idea. As he’s offered a little smile from Aislin, he feigns one in return.. his nose still slightly scrunched. His lips had just parted to make a remark when he’s abruptly interrupted by a nerve-splitting shriek. His pupils, which had already been rather wide, widen more still, his tail bottle-brushing as he simultaneously spins ‘round towards the source of the noise. Gotta love them cat-like reflexes. “What.. on..” The words are forced through clenched teeth.
Yes, it's probably not one of her -best- ideas; however, it's a good enough reason for them to be in an alley so suck on that. The sudden, girlish shriek makes Aislin release Zyn and spin around on her heels (somehow managing to stay afoot in the process), coming face to face with a tiny little boy - well, not exactly face to -face-, more like face to two feet of space above a platinum head. Without saying a word, she lets her gaze drop, to stare down at the terrified little boy - though she's not all that tall herself, there is -some- space. What the.. " .. hell?" What on -earth- is a tiny little boy doing in a disgusting, rat-filled -alley-! More appropriately, why does he scream like a girl? Thinking on that makes her giggle, but she tries to choke it down; it's not nice to pick on little kids, or so she assumes. "Ummm.." Casting an awkward glance to Zyn, and then back to the well-dressed boy, Aislin raises a dark brow. ".. you.. okay, kid?"
What on hell, indeed. Rex doesn’t even notice the pair of perplexed stares being cast upon him at first; he’s too busy doing a quick little foot-to-foot dance while shaking his arms frantically at the rat, which has by now retreated somewhere beneath the dumpster, and off the face of the planet it seems. “Oh. I… Uh.” A pair of wide eyes dart between the two, bearing too much brown to be considered green, and to much green to be considered brown.. a deep shade of hazel would probably be the best color to call them. Maybe a dark, brownish olive. “I was just trying to scare it off!” He quickly snaps, rather defensively at that, as if sensing the laughter trying to escape from both Aislin /and/ Zyn at this point.
Suuuuuure he was. A dullish fang bites down on his lower, grayish lip, the corner of which twitches slightly as it stifles a little smirk. He exchanges a quick, quizzical look with Aislin, and shrugs a shoulder gingerly. Once the initial humor has faded, though, reality surfaces, and Zyn is the first to ask the question that’s probably buzzing through both their minds at this point. “..What are you doing here?” Resting his hands on his hips, he leans forward a little to cast a pale, scrutinizing glance down at the platinum-haired youth, who appears to be somewhere between six and eight years of age, if he had to guess.
The young woman seems to stifle her laughter rather well - thinking of dead babies, probably, and there may very well be a few in that dumpster over there. Ah, but this is a -child-, alone in a rat-infested alley, and the situation should probably be approached with a -touch- more seriousness. So she sinks into an attentive silence, as Zyn asks that imperative question. "You lost, cutie?" Her own question is chimed in after Zyn's, and despite her near gigglefit at his expense moments ago, she seems all sunshine and daisies now - with a charming little smile that rarely fails when it comes to children, though she's not so sure about this one.. Her arms drop to her sides, that head tilting questioningly - not realizing how comical she and Zyn must both look to the boy: a strange, gray-man in a lab coat, and a shortish woman in a rather Courtney Lovety nurse's uniform. Ah, well. Another smile.
Young? Certainly. Naïve? A little, sure. But there is something very, very strange about these two, and something tells Rex it’s not just the way they’re dressed. Despite the fact that he’s more than a little nervous, he manages to shoot Zyn a most distinct wouldn’t-YOU-like-to-know look, before his attention is abruptly redirected to the kneeling nurse-lady. “N-no.. as a matter of fact, I happen to know /exactly/ where I am..” Those large eyes, either of which is framed by a thick cage of dark brown lashes, stare directly back into the soft violet saucers of Aislin, one of his knees twitching with the briefest of urges to step further back against the grimy brick wall. His own imagination is squeaming with disturbing thoughts of what these two plan to do with him. Cut him open? Poke him fulla needles? It’s too dark to see the odd complexion of the tall one, or his tail for that matter, but Rex can tell there’s –definitely- something not right about him. And the woman? Despite her soothing tone of voice, he can’t help but be more than a little suspicious.
Zyn, sensing the child’s apprehension despite his outwardly crotchfloppery demeanor, decides to take a step back and let Aislin work her wonders on the boy, rather than overcrowd him all the more. He remains attentive, however, taking in every detail of the boy, from his articulate speech to his superfluous attire, which, oddly enough, appears even more out-of-place than the outfits /they’re/ wearing.
That smile remains, genuine enough, as she kneels a bit more to become eye-level with the crotchfloppery little punk. "So you know full well that you're in an alley, surrounded by rats and probably a lot of bugs.." Those words trail off, as she casts a slow look about for emphasis. "Well, we are too, so you probably think we're crazy, right?" Come on, who can resist the puppy-ness of her voice, and those cute, purpley eyes? How much does it really take to melt a little kid, anyway? "And you're dressed really nice, too. You're going to get your clothes all dirty in this alley, you know.. shouldn't you be at your home?" Again, her cajoling is probably not as effective as it could be, considering that -she's- dressed like a nurse, and is quite dirty already. However, Aislin decides to rely on whatever cuteness she posseses, as an older, 'mysterious' woman, and offer him one of those dazzling smiles - hoping like hell that it doesn't turn out to be some sort of strange, feral grimace. Knowing her luck, it probably will.
His dark brows furrow beneath his softly sloping, yet currently noticeably creased forehead. Well, she does have a point. He is surrounded by rats and bugs, yes. And weirdos, don’t forget the weirdos. “Yeah.. well.. shouldn’t you be helping sick people or something? I’m not sick..” Call him cute and innocent if you want, but when it all boils down, Rex is a crotchfloppery brat. After all, he is used to getting what he wants - nothing less, but sometimes more. And he’s certainly not used to being questioned. “What are you, anyway, doctors or /detectives/?” His eyes dart from Aislin to Zyn in what was intended to be a brief glance, but his gaze sticks. Holy cripes, it’s got a tail?! Now, he really does back against the wall with an audible whimper.
“Neither, actually,” Chimes in Zyn, in that airy, yet matter-of-fact tone of his. He’s pacing along the length of the alley at the moment, scoping the entrance out for anything (or, more specifically, anyone) unusual, all the while enjoying one of the cigarettes he so masterfully pilfered from the apothecary’s..
"Well, you could -get- sick, if you keep hanging around all these rats.. have you ever heard of the plague?" Now she's just being mean. Forcing another smile onto her lips, she casts a little glance back, towards Zyn, as if asking him for some help. Though Aislin hasn't been around many kids, the ones she -has- have caved a lot faster. Looking back to the little, almost royal-looking boy, Aislin shrugs a shoulder. "These are just costumes. We were about to go into this tavern.. and look for different clothes." Slowly, the young, vertically challenged woman stands up to her full height - plus those heels (her feet are doubtlessly killing her). "Well, if you don't want our help, then I guess you can stay here, in this dark alley, with all of your disease carrying friends." Despite how reverse-psychology-y it may be, Aislin says it in the most -serious- tone imaginable, as she makes her way over to Zyn. "Metal-eater, you ready to go inside?" And just as easily, she continues talking as if their conversation hadn't been interrupted in the first place.
Diseases… ohgod. He hadn’t even thought of that. Swallowing, he finally manages to pry his now-even-wider eyes from Zyn’s ever-coiling tail, only to return them to the short, violet-eyed woman. He doesn’t speak, though; instead, he takes a moment to actually listen to what she’s saying for once. When she finally does dismiss him, turning away, he relaxes his tense posture just slightly, inching away from the wall which, in his mind, is now squirming and alive with billions upon billions of nasty, slimy germs just waiting to feast on him! Shudder.
“’Course, m’dear,” Murmurs Zyn, his own tone sounding every bit as uncaring as Aislin’s does now.. though, in truth, completely insincerely so. One would probably not think of Zyn, of all creatures, as one to have a soft spot for young’uns. Not upon looking at him, at least. Anyway, nasty alley aside, a child his age really shouldn’t even be /outside/ the alley. Not alone, anyway. Not if he doesn’t want to get killed. Or robbed. Or caught and sold. It’s a wonder to Zyn how the child even got this far to begin with, unless of course he came from inside the door that they’re about to enter. Flicking the still-burning butt of his cigarette into the dumpster as he passes, he pauses at the doorstep to cast Rex a final glance. “She’s right, you know.. it really isn’t wise to stay out here. If you’re not going to come with us, you’d best go somewhere, kid. If you really knew where you were, you wouldn’t be here.” Having said that, he turns away from Rex to follow Aislin through the door.
Oh, yes, Aislin is completely insincere as well - in fact, if the little runt -didn't- follow them inside, Aislin was planning on going right back out there and just -scooping him up-. He's pretty small, and though she is, too, she figures that she can take him. Casting the rather terrified-looking boy another pointed look, Aislin stares, a moment too long, before opening the door - which provides no resistance at all - and steps inside, with Zyn following. And, just as she expected, the door opens up to a dingy-looking little hall, that stretches straight for a while, with a turn right - probably the way to the main tavern. To their immediate left is a sort of broom closet, half-ajar (and she's almost tempted to peek inside..), and a little further up, and left, is that elusive staircase. "Aha! Toldja." Outside, though not to Aislin's knowledge, a fire is steadily building up in the dumpster - if that's not enough to scare the boy, what is?
As the tiny wisp of smoke from the tip of the cigarette grows to a billowing column of greasy blackness, erupting from a small, but ever-growing inferno, the dumpster’s residents make a hasty escape – leaping over the brim of the dumpster and onto whatever may reside below. That’s the final straw for young Rex, who bolts directly past Zyn and through the door behind Aislin, doing his best to hold in another humiliatingly girlish shriek. “Wait!”