rpingly | Trash Teen Goats and Their Shitty Adventures

Roman gave such a jump that part of his human disguise faltered. His horns popped out from under his hat and he had to cram it back on and stop himself from crying out in alarm before they would disappear. He wheeled around, his cape fluttering dramatically, and stared at...

"Wo-hoaaaah!" Ignoring the very obvious signs of distress, Roman trotted right up to the fallen Elric, hopping over the indention he made without noticing it yet. "I didn't know there was a party on the roof! Sick c-costume, man!"

As rattled as he is right now, Edward's reaction to a sudden human in his presence isn't really the most graceful. His ears fly up in alarm and he tenses, pushing himself up to hands and knees and growling with fangs bared. He glares and tries to flare his wings, but the right one twitches half way up and doesn't extend fully--the forearm is clearly broken, and the left wing looks like a few of the fingers are dislocated as well.

"Get back!"

Roman recoils instantly, still not quite getting what he's seeing. He lifts both hands in a calming gesture. Okay, wow, maybe this guy just lost a fight. His cool costume was kind of messed up too.

"Ookay, okay! Chill." His eyes darted back to the library before returning to Ed. A small war happened within him. He was obviously hurt. He could make a deal with him...or he could ask if he wanted to go to the emergency room. Decisions decisions...

The growling doesn't stop, and Ed crawls backwards a ways before slowly pushing himself up to his hooves, trying to make the motion look deliberate rather than because he aches all over. Behind him his tail lashes back and forth, and everything in his posture screams that the minotaur is ready to fight.

Which, to be fair what minotaur isn't ready to brawl at a moment's notice?

Roman's eyes grew larger as Ed stood and loomed with his fucked up wings and angry body language. The tail was what did it. Something went off in the back of the demon's brain that told him that this was not, in fact, a costume and he was very much in trouble.

But why wasn't this guy giving off the same powerful rifs that the other demon he'd met did? He quickly forced a smile behind his dumb fake mustache and tipped his hat slightly.

"Is this your t-t-territory? My bad! I'll just be...moving along!"

Oddly enough, it's that stammer that gets Ed to back off. Much as he was sometimes wont to indulge a bit too much in the monstrous side of his personality these days, it still never really sat well with him to scare the piss out of humans if they didn't mean any harm. The growl subsides, and the snarl fades into more of a pained grimace.

"No, I just...fuck!" Ed winces and pulls his wings closer to his body. Goddamn, but this is going to be annoying as hell to let heal... "Just. Just tell me where I am."

?

???

"Ssssssschool?"

Very helpful. Did those kids inside the building really summon this guy? If they did, his aim sure sucked!

"Are you from hell?"

Oh god, he hates humans so much right now.

"...no. And this sure as hell doesn't look like any school I've seen before."

Okay now it was getting weird. He wasn't from hell. And he didn't know where he was...or what a normal high school looked like. The demon in disguise folded his arms and began to walk around Ed in a broad circle.

"Well, it's been here for generations. If you're not from hell, where'd you come from? I know weird stuff is supposed t-to happen on Halloween but...help me out here."

Ed watches Roman warily as he paces around him, turning to keep him in sight at all times. His leg twinges when he twists too far, but Ed doesn't think it's worse than a sprain there.

"What, do you want a list? I've been to four worlds now counting this one, I'm getting goddamn tired of keeping track!"

That gets Roman's face to light up.

"Wow, really?" In a flash, he drops his disguise and doesn't look terribly different from Ed. He's got the horns, the goaty ears, even the hairy hooves, but his wings are much, much smaller and his tail is naked, ending in a barb-lined fork. "I've never left this one! But you might wanna slip into something more casual if you wanna get those injuries looked at."

Ed's caught by surprise by the sudden change, taking a startled step back. This guy is a monster, too?

"Wh--what the fuck, you can change?!" Nooooot the best implications there for the whole 'getting help' plan.

Roman's ears fell crooked in confusion.

"You can't...?"

This did paint his new friend into a not-so-nice corner unless he could throw himself back into the time stream or whatever it was that spat him out.

Ed frowns, gesturing to himself in frustration. "You think I'd be looking like this if I had a choice?"

He growls again and runs a hand through his bangs, wincing when the movement jars his wing again. "Fuck...this isn't good. Is there anyone around that would help treat a monster?"

"Uh...no. No, 'monsters' aren't real in this world." His disguise flickered back into place and his hat fell down over his eyes. This was so crazy. This was the last thing he expected to have to explain to somebody else. "Or they're not supposed to be. You're really from another world? Nobody t-tricked you into making a deal with them?"

Oh, great. At least in Ryslig he could still walk down the street without having to worry about panicking the masses. What the hell is he gonna do here, live in the woods like some animal?

"God...damnit." Ed drags his hands down his face and lets out a long, frustrated groan. "No, all the deals I've made have been of my own dumbass accord. Not that the damn bastard has ever been truthful about any of them!!" That last bit is shouted up at the sky, as if Tikbalang could hear him from across the divide of worlds.

He flinched a little at Ed's outburst but couldn't blame him.

"Well, here's some good news. You picked a good night to drop in. T-tonight everyone is dressed up like monsters for a holiday so...that should buy you some time?"

Roman's eyes wandered to Ed's wings. Injured or not, they were really impressive! So big. But he wouldn't try to touch them because he liked having arms.

"My name's Roman."

Ed grumbles a bit more before he gets his temper back onto it's leash, which is helped a bit by the news about the weird holiday thing. "That's good, at least. Can find a place to hole up for a while without getting too many stares..."

Edward notices Roman checking out his wings, and he honestly can't blame him. They are pretty impressive, and despite being cheated out of a shot at his alchemy back for them he's still pretty proud of the things. "Edward, nice to meet you."

"Edward. Edward the demon." Roman stroked the patch of hair on his chin that was trying very very hard to be a goatee. "Simple but with a nice ring to it! You c-could make yourself a reputation!"

Ah, Roman Gulliver, always thinking about business.

Edward blinks and raises an eyebrow, not sure if he should be amused or not. "Minotaur, actually. The wings just kinda happened."

His tail swishes behind him, and he takes a few steps closer to Roman. "Anyway, I think I need to worry about getting this wing fixed before I start thinking about any kind of reputation."

"Haha, no way, man. I've taken enough lit classes to know that a minotaur's got the head of a bull. Those aren't even bull's horns." He points without any hint of shame.

But the ruined wings came up again and Roman's sly smile faded. He rubbed his chin again. It was nice to meet a demon that didn't instantly threaten him. "I think I could fix you up, but I c-can't do it for free. My magic doesn't work like that."

Edward huffs and rolls his eyes with a shrug. "The definition's broader where I got saddled with alla this, okay? I didn't set the rules."

He frowns, giving Roman a look that's more curious than wary. "Then...how does it work?"

"Saddled...?" Roman was still missing several chunks of the stroy. "Hey, how about we get out of the public eye?"

Obviously Ed could still walk so he waved for him to follow him away from the temptations of the library and between two smaller buildings--the band hall and one of the storage houses on campus. The bricks were littered with relatively harmless graffiti because dickbutt hadn't been invented yet.

"Okay so, to make this work, you've gotta do something for me or give me something. You don't have a gameboy you're not using, do you?"

Ed nods and follows along, letting the first question fall to the wayside for now. He doesn't mind explaining, but there's bigger issues to tackle first. His ears flick this way and that, and he takes in his surroundings idly. He can already guess where it is Roman is leading them, just by the layout of the surrounding buildings. Less chance of people stumbling on a couple of freaks there.

The next question just gets a frown and sigh, though. "I don't even know what that is, much less have one on me. Hold on, do I even have anything...?" Ed digs around in his pockets, and only comes up with a wallet full of probably useless coins and a half-empty pack of cigarettes.

That's a whole lot of nothing. "...rrrrright, so what kind of favors you need done, then?"

Roman dropped his disguise again because he felt less intimidated in Ed's shadow with his claws out and leaned back on his tail like a kangaroo.

He tilted his head at the worthless bits of this and that which tumbled from Ed's pockets. The little demon made a humming sound to himself.

"I haven't decided...it's kind of t-tricky." He didn't know this guy and even if he did have nice hooves, Roman wasn't about to dish out his own magic reserves to help him. It was gonna have to be equal or lopsided in his favor. Roman rolled his wrist and a clip board that looked normal in every way spun into existence. He flipped through the pages to get ideas. "Do you have any talents you'd be willing to give up? Any memories or organs?"

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