You Take The Highroad, and I'll Take the Lowroad

[ceasetoexist]

[A few options for you today with what Pokey’s up to, Mayfield.]

Option One: Pissing Around in his Yard
[You’ll find Pokey out on his yard at 502 Ricardo Street measuring parts of the lawn. He seems to mainly be focusing on measuring it in squares, occasionally putting tape down in the same squares he’s measured. God knows exactly what the kid thinks he’s doing at the moment.]

Option Two: Check Out His New Knife
[Having saved up enough allowance from his “parents”, Pokey has managed to buy one of those little boy scout pocketknives. He had wanted to get something bigger for self-defense, but hey, he guesses this’ll do. You can find him either ideally playing with it as he walks down the street, occasionally tossing it and catching it and all the crap little boys are want to think is “cool” about having a knife. Optionally, you can find him at the park trying to whittle a piece of wood he found.]

Option Three: On The Phone
[You can hear what sounds like the kid messing around with metallic parts as he talks into the speaker.]

So, I’ve been here for like, two months, and I’m as bored as ever. I’m curious, if you people could bring back one thing, or person, or even small place from home, what’d you bring back here?

[A small pause.]

Me? I’d bring back my little brother.

[Harpuia, since you live with the kid, feel free to notice that there’s a bunch of metallic shit on the table, and he seems to be attempting to assemble it into something.]

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[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[on phone; he recognizes that voice]

My bat.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Oh, you better believe he recognizes the voice of someone who went at him with a golf club.]

...Your...your bat?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[That must be why he observed you outside carrying around that knife (without your knowing).]

Yeaaah.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[fhgshtw You are a creepy little fucker, Shonen Bat.]

Well it's...it's just a bat, right? You could just get one here...

Option one

[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

[Mindy is watching him curiously.]

Are you playing a game?

Option one

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey looks up at the little girl as she speaks. Actually, he's laying out the groundwork for where he's going to put some hidden traps and turrets once he gets good enough after his training with Engie.]

Kinda sorta. More like I'm planning out how I'm going to set a game up.

Re: Option one

[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

Oh!

[It must be a complicated game then. Like mousetrap.]

Can I help?

[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

[whittling with a knife eh?]

What are you making?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Whittling very poorly with a knife, to be precise. The fact that the kid hasn't cut a damn finger off is astounding. The fact that he's getting angry, doubly so.]

Don't-don't know yet. Guess I'm just seeing what this stupid block of wood will let me make.

[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

I don't like to brag but I'm pretty good with this kind of thing.

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

Jomsborg. Or my army. Shit, I don't know. I don't have anything I'm too attached to back home.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Seems reasonable to me. I don't have much at home either.

Jomsborg a friend of yours, then?

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

It's where my home was. Our main fortress.

[Action - I'll take door number three]

[flyawaysage.livejournal.com]

[Sho' nuff, Harpy spots Pokey's heap of metal crap. He takes a seat at the table, eyeing the stuff curiously. He doesn't speak, though; he simply waits for Pokey to lower the phone -- it's bad manners to interrupt, don'tcha know.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He looks up at Harpy, lowering the phone a bit. His expression is totally neutral.]</small. Can I help you or something?

[flyawaysage.livejournal.com]

[What he wants to ask about most is Pokey's little brother -- but, of course, eavesdropping is even ruder. So he focuses on the metal for the time being.]

May I ask what you're making?

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[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

My kids! Oh, definitely. But I can't choose one over any others!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

....

You have children?

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

Yes! Well sort of. Magically created, you see!

Option twooooo

[not-booberry.livejournal.com]

[Have a girl hovering (though not literally) behind you, Pokey! She's watching you whittle. Or, well. Trying to.]

Wow! That's-- aaa ha ha ha ha ha!!

What-- hee hee hee what the heck is that even suppos'ta be?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And he just turns to her and frowns like the mean little grump he is.]

It's your mother. Like it?

[not-booberry.livejournal.com]

Oh! I don't have a mom!

[Said in the same tone as "I like eye-scream!" or "Let's go running through the trees!"]

Hee hee hee~ I dunno, it doesn't look like anything! So I, aaa ha ha ha ha-- I guess it looks just about right.

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

[Over the phone]

Hmmmmm, It would be best to have my lab back, but if I had Adorea here she would be a great help in my research~

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

So you have a lab assistant, huh?

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

Oh yes~ Back home I have a full staff as well as several housemates~