Trash Teen Goats and Their Shitty Adventures

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[neighborofthebeast]

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"Ssssssschool?"

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

"Are you from hell?"

[solperierat]

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."

[neighborofthebeast]

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."

[solperierat]

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!"

[neighborofthebeast]

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."

[solperierat]

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.

[neighborofthebeast]

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.

[solperierat]

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?"

[neighborofthebeast]

"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?"

[solperierat]

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.

[neighborofthebeast]

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."

[solperierat]

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."

[neighborofthebeast]

"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.

[solperierat]

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."

[neighborofthebeast]

"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."

[solperierat]

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?"

[neighborofthebeast]

"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?"

[solperierat]

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?"

[neighborofthebeast]

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?"

[solperierat]

Ed shoves his stuff back into his pockets, and blinks in surprise when Roman conjures up that clipboard, leaning a little closer trying to inspect it. It looks normal enough...

Aaaand then abruptly he leans back with a highly alarmed look on his face. Memories or organs, that's not uncomfortably close to childhood traumas or anything! "Trading a broken wing for bleeding out is not the sort of deal I'm looking to make here!"

[neighborofthebeast]

Roman had a good laugh at that--a laugh he may or may not have been practicing in private for the last two years.

"There won't be any bleeding out, man! I run a c-c-classy establishment!"

[solperierat]

Ed gives Roman an offended look (what the hell else was he supposed to think when he made an offer like that?) before turning it on his wing. He doesn't want to spend the next few weeks groundbound, but at the same time...it didn't sound like healing up would come at any reasonable price.

"...how much does a memory of dying go for these days?" Somehow Ed has a feeling that the actual price would have to be something it would actually hurt to lose, but he can always try.

[neighborofthebeast]

Ed's feeling was 100% correct. Roman frowned thoughtfully before shaking his head.

"No thanks. If I could forget that myself, it'd be great."

[solperierat]

Siiiiigh. "It was worth a shot."

He frowns and thinks a while longer, looking between Roman and his wings a few times. Maybe his liver...? No, it grows back anyway, that'd be like the dying memory. But he's not really keen on forgetting anyone or anything in the first place, so that limits his options.

...talents, though. "I can hypnotize people when I play music. You could take my ability to do that?"

[neighborofthebeast]

Roman gaped slightly before his gape turned into a huge grin.

"That's perfect! Wow, I never heard of minotaurs doing that either!" He quickly jotted down a short, sweet, and to the point deal before turning the clipboard around and offering Ed a pencil. "Let's get you patched up."