Trash Teen Goats and Their Shitty Adventures

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[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."

[solperierat]

"I didn't either, but then I grew horns and suddenly I could play the goddamn violin." Ed chuckles and takes the pencil, eying the written deal for a second before scribbling down his signature on the line.

[neighborofthebeast]

Once Ed was done, Roman admired his penman--oh.

That was. Some penmanship.

OH WELL IT WAS READABLE AND THE INTENT WAS WHAT MATTERED. The little demon held out his hand and once Ed took it, a bolt of green energy would spark between them. Ed's wing lurched itself back into shape, his bones mending, even his scars and scratches healing. And, as promised, his hypnotic abilities were siphoned away. Roman winced but only for a moment. Somehow he'd been afraid that making a deal with a monster somehow wouldn't count or might backfire on him, but the ashy smell that hung in the air was a sign of a deal well done!

"Was a pleasure!"

[solperierat]

Ed doesn't hesitate in taking Roman's hand, but the flash of green makes him startle a little. The sudden lurch of bones moving and shifting was both familiar and not, the pain of the rearrangement oddly muted in a way Ed isn't used to in the slightest. He watches his wing knit together with a morbid fascination, and once it's done spreads them wide with a grin.

"Goddamn, that's a hell of a thing, isn't it? Good as new!" He didn't think anything of the faint sense of something lost--he knew exactly what it was, and if the musical talent had gotten yanked out with the rest he wouldn't be broken up over it. Ed folds his wings back up properly and grins at the demon. "So, deal done, right?"

[neighborofthebeast]

Roman had to admit that even though doing bad was waaaay easier than doing good...doing good still felt, well, good sometimes. He couldn't keep himself from grinning as Ed flexed his repaired wings.

"S'right! Hey, now that you aren't in excruciating pain, how about you t-tell me just what the hell happened to you..."

[solperierat]

"What, the whole monster deal?" Ed chuckles and shrugs. "One of the gods in the last world I was in has been kidnapping people from other worlds to turn into it's unwilling servants. Snatched us up, infected us with some thing or other, and after a month living there we turn into cannibalistic freaks."

He frowns and scratches the back of his neck--god, it itches like hell when it's growing in back there! "Everyone is a little different, but there were some broad ways that we could categorize people. Mers, kelpies, gargoyles...fuckin nymphs, too." Forever salty, this one.