[The kid's a funny one. He's not shy, just sparse with the gab. But lord, in seven words or less he had a comeback for everything. What was that one about brevity and wit? Richie ran the opposite way (by several miles and on rollerskates, if we were being honest here), but damn if he wasn't getting good chucks out of the shaggy-haired punk no matter what the one threw at the other.
Did he have his parents around? He can't remember if he asked the last time over curry. It didn't seem like it. You'd be sticking with whatever family you had if you got them, wouldn't you? Especially in a tricky situation like this.
You wouldn't be taking booze from old men you didn't know.
Well, shit. The sudden thread of unease weaves around his gut, and dampers the enthusiasm he might have met the next question with.] Depends on what you want to hear. I haven't got much in the way of bedtime stories.
[Then there's an odd flicker. Richie's blinking, lightly rubbing an eye. He casts a quick glance around the cave. Their fire is by no means a light illuminating but he'd thought it had livened up the place better than this.
Then the crude paintings on the wall take on an odd sheen. Richie's heart gets to thudding, a slow climb to kick off but it's shaping up to be a running sprint...]
[ Akira's been around plenty of shitty adults, plenty of decent ones too, and he (hopefully) has a good enough gauge on Richie to be accepting the hard liquor in the first place. (His criteria isn't terribly high when judging the generation(s) above him: 1) don't be an asshole; 2) don't be an asshole.) This guy's not exemplar material, but he's doesn't have that certain, Palace-promising stench of corruption on him either, and besides he's hilarious.
...Maybe a little moody (it's the same, somber change of tone that he'd taken before), though he can't really be blamed in either instance. They'd just woken up the first time they'd met, and they're stuck here now... Neither of which make for great conversational backdrop. ]
Hmm...
[ He's debating what sort of adaptation to request when the flames sputter again, too violently to be the mischief of a wayward breeze. (The enclosure blocks out practically all the wind, anyhow.) As the pit of the cavern darkens, its husk seems to glimmer to life, paintings luminescent enough to cast a faint glow on their skin and clothes.
...He can't be that drunk, he's barely had enough to even hit a healthy glow... Akira gets to his feet with a sharp frown, looking for signs of intruders. (Joker's mask emblazons itself across his face, though he doesn't call his persona just yet, or go into full costume change.) ]
[He's been a little distracted by getting hoodwinked into a cave rave, all this glow in the dark ambiance stealing his attention from his junior. But when he looks back to assert that no, he's not going crazy, suddenly he's not so sure he isn't.
Who slapped a mask on babyface over here?
Then all sight of the kid is swallowed up. Their fire has ceased to exist, and it's all on the glow now.]
Akira?!
[His shout sounds muffled, even to his own ears. What on earth?
Shadows, long and lined up neat as bowling pins, are shuffling across the wall. Richie snaps to attention, squinting in the bleary darkness to make them out. A posse in robes, filing up to the skull in the center of the cave.
Through his shock, his confusion, he has room for one sane thought: I fucking knew it.
Nobody puts giant skulls anywhere without a dark purpose.]
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[Richie snorts.] If you say so, big shot.
[The kid's a funny one. He's not shy, just sparse with the gab. But lord, in seven words or less he had a comeback for everything. What was that one about brevity and wit? Richie ran the opposite way (by several miles and on rollerskates, if we were being honest here), but damn if he wasn't getting good chucks out of the shaggy-haired punk no matter what the one threw at the other.
Did he have his parents around? He can't remember if he asked the last time over curry. It didn't seem like it. You'd be sticking with whatever family you had if you got them, wouldn't you? Especially in a tricky situation like this.
You wouldn't be taking booze from old men you didn't know.
Well, shit. The sudden thread of unease weaves around his gut, and dampers the enthusiasm he might have met the next question with.] Depends on what you want to hear. I haven't got much in the way of bedtime stories.
[Then there's an odd flicker. Richie's blinking, lightly rubbing an eye. He casts a quick glance around the cave. Their fire is by no means a light illuminating but he'd thought it had livened up the place better than this.
Then the crude paintings on the wall take on an odd sheen. Richie's heart gets to thudding, a slow climb to kick off but it's shaping up to be a running sprint...]
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...Maybe a little moody (it's the same, somber change of tone that he'd taken before), though he can't really be blamed in either instance. They'd just woken up the first time they'd met, and they're stuck here now... Neither of which make for great conversational backdrop. ]
Hmm...
[ He's debating what sort of adaptation to request when the flames sputter again, too violently to be the mischief of a wayward breeze. (The enclosure blocks out practically all the wind, anyhow.) As the pit of the cavern darkens, its husk seems to glimmer to life, paintings luminescent enough to cast a faint glow on their skin and clothes.
...He can't be that drunk, he's barely had enough to even hit a healthy glow... Akira gets to his feet with a sharp frown, looking for signs of intruders. (Joker's mask emblazons itself across his face, though he doesn't call his persona just yet, or go into full costume change.) ]
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Who slapped a mask on babyface over here?
Then all sight of the kid is swallowed up. Their fire has ceased to exist, and it's all on the glow now.]
Akira?!
[His shout sounds muffled, even to his own ears. What on earth?
Shadows, long and lined up neat as bowling pins, are shuffling across the wall. Richie snaps to attention, squinting in the bleary darkness to make them out. A posse in robes, filing up to the skull in the center of the cave.
Through his shock, his confusion, he has room for one sane thought: I fucking knew it.
Nobody puts giant skulls anywhere without a dark purpose.]