Let's Deal With This With All The Maturity We Can Muster [Action}

[ceasetoexist]

[He’d found the whole box-top thing funny as hell at first. Regret wasn’t something Pokey ever did that often, and he hadn’t seen much reason to regret it this time either. People were, as far as he was concerned, terrifyingly stupid and unreliable, deserving of what ever pain they brought on themselves. And, truth be told? Most of them were funny. He hadn’t had a hard time laughing at the pain and suffering of the people here at all, especially since most of them didn’t seem to realize they deserved what they’d gotten.

But some of them he hadn’t been able to laugh at. And that bothered him. It showed he was getting weaker, and he couldn’t afford that. He had to remember that no one else mattered here except himself, and the only reason he was even trying to work with others was because it allowed for a better chance of survival. That was all. He didn’t have any possible ulterior motives.

And his thought process would pretty much go on like that indefinitely, constantly reminding himself that he was still an entirely solitary creature and that he didn’t want friendship to any degree. He was so absorbed in his constant attempt to remind himself of this that he didn’t realize it when he bumped into another, smaller child, skittering back a little after first bumping in to whoever it was and frowning.]

“Hey twerp. Watch where you’re-“

[He pauses for a moment, just looking at the boy. It takes him a moment to realize it’s Gash, or Gash Bell, or whatever stupid name the kid called himself. Usually, the runt was wearing those stupid clothes and cape he’d gotten back awhile ago. Instead, the kid was wearing the usual drone clothing. And his eyes….

Pokey glared at the boy, his voice taking a slightly more dangerous tone.]

“What are you doing?”

”I’m very sorry. I should have watched where I was going.”

[Pokey’s jaw dropped open, just looking at Gash as the smaller boy stood back up and dusted himself off in amazement. That…he couldn’t have heard that right.]

“What did you just say to me?”

”I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?”

“But…that…that isn’t the way you talk! Where’s your…you know…your boundless enthusiasm and that stupid word you put at the beginning or end of everything you say? Unu or whatever?”

”I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re asking me. I’ve never talked that way.”

“Yes you have! What is wrong with-“

[And now it finally clicks for him. He’s been droned. Gash…has been droned? Pokey knew that droning was random, but Gash? He didn’t think the kid could have done something worth droning even by accident. Why him?

For awhile, Pokey just stood there in stunned silence, watching Gash’s drone eventually walk away and disappear. .

…It’s not like it really mattered, after all. He was just a stupid kid he’d known for a month. That didn’t mean anything. He didn’t care what happened to the stupid little squirt. Not at all. In fact, he didn’t care so much, he was going to go out and have some fun.

Returning to his house, he looked around in the garage until he found an aluminum baseball bat that was buried along with all the other kids’ sports equipment. He swung it a few times, testing the heft for a moment before heading outside.]


As you go about your day today, you’re going to find a very quiet, very sullen looking Pokey trudging around the streets carrying an aluminum baseball bat with him. Feel free to try and stop and talk with him to see what on Earth he’s doing.

Or, you can wait and see for yourselves when he uses the baseball bat to go ape shit on a cars windows. He’s attempting to only aim for drone’s cars, but it’s not like he’s going to guess which car only belongs to a drone and which belong to you with perfect accuracy. So feel free to step in and try to stop him when the little idiot does this, try to talk sense into him, or just smack him around a bit. As usual, these fun and games are going to start on Pokey’s home street of Ricardo Street, but feel free to find him pulling this shit anywhere.

[tl;dr – Pokey is bummed that his little pal Gash has been droned, which is heaping problems on top of him along with the fact that he’s scared by the fact he’s becoming less of a sociopath and actually empathizing with people. So, having all the emotional maturity of a five year old, Pokey has decided to start breaking in car windows.]

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[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[His voice is duller then usual, though it's pretty well tempered by a hidden anger in the back of it.]

Because I want to. And I don't care if you think its a good idea or not, I do.

And if someone has a problem, I'll smack them a bit too.

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ What's the matter? Did the post office hurt someone you knew too? ]

[ Because the post office hurt Aisling and Mieu's very bawww about it. ]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

No.

[Yes. Although that's the lesser part of it. And ironically, it was Aisling getting hurt too that kind of bothered him. We'll leave out the part that, until he saw her, he had been heading there to laugh at the people who we're doing this.]

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ Then what's the matter? And can you put down the bat? It's scary. ]

[ Poor boy. That's alright, let's never speak of it again. ]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

It's nothing. It's stupid.

I'll be okay.

[He looks at the little Cheagle for a minute before leaning the bat against the car, out of his hands.]

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ Whew. Now that the bat's gone, Mieu wants to do something for Pokey. Namely hug him, but there's a high chance of failure if he tries. He'll settle with standing awkwardly. ]

Mieu...

[ Are you sure? I don't think it's nothing if you're beating up the big metal monsters like that. ]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

It doesn't matter. I'm doing it just because I want to. So there. Doesn't need to matter to anyone else.

[A small beat.]

You mean a car.

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ It matters to me! ]

[ Silence. Writing. ]

[ That's what the big things are called? Cars? ]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...An idiot got droned. I dunno. I just didn't like it.

Yeah. Cars. People drive them. They're for transportation.

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ Was the idiot a friend of yours?

Those things are tamed? With the way they growled, I thought for sure I was gonna be eaten! ]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

No.

[Kind of. Sort of. He reminded him of his little brother.]

[He's trying to glare at you, Mieu, but he can't. There's a small smile creeping at the edges of his mouth.]

They aren't alive, idiot. They were made by humans. They can't eat anything.

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ I'm sorry about your friend... ]

[ Listening? No way. And Mieu sees that smile, yes he does! ]

[ Then how do you get inside? ]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He'll ignore the first statement at the moment and point to the door. He puts his hand on the handle of the door.]

This is a door. If it was unlocked, we could get into it.

So not an animal, see? They don't have doors.

...At least, no animal I've ever seen.

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ Oooh, he understands! Sort of. Kind of. Not really. ]

[ Oooh, I see! So it's like a ]

[ Beat. ]

[ metal carriage? ]

[ Except the monsters are inside its belly. ]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Uuuh...I guess a metal carriage would be a good enough answer.

[He gives a little, snorting laughter.]

Uh, I guess monsters could ride in it, if they were here and everything. But mainly its just people.

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ No no, like how monsters pull carriages? There obviously are ones inside of the car! That's why it growls at me. ]

[ Totally obviously the answer. ]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Another chortle.]

Kinda. See, there's a bunch of mechanical parts in it called an engine, and that's what makes it run.

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ Well now, that's embarrassing. Haha, monsters making something that big run... Mieu watches the car warily, keeping a few feet from it. ]

[ So it's one big machine? Guy would have a field day with it. ]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

What guy?

[It's his time for confusion.]

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ Oh boy, he gets to tell you all about Master's friend! Preach it, Mieu baby! Or, you know, write a mini-essay on him. ]

[ Guy Cecil! He's friend of Master's, and he used to be his servant but Master always said that Guy wasn't his servant, he was his friend. Guy really likes fontech, which are machines like that car, and always gets really excited when we're in Sheridan! He's also a count of Malkuth. ]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just reads the essay a little bit. Maybe a few times.]

Huh. Well what are the kind of machines this Cecil guy made like? Like, really similar to this, or what?

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ Mieu thinks for a moment, then shrugs. ]

[ Nothing at all like this! But I've seen little toys and clocks and stuff in his room at Master's house. ]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey shrugs a little.]

I guess the way it works is kinda like that. If I ever get the chance, I'll try to jimney one open and show you what it looks like, if you're interested.

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ "Jimney one open"? Does anyone even say that anymore? ]

[ Thank you! Fontech usually doesn't interest me, but I want to see how it moves and growls without monsters inside of it. ]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He nods a little, just looking at the creature for a moment. He shrugs, then puts his arm through the driver's side window he busted upon to unlock the door and release the hatch to open the hood.

He bends down and puts his hand out for Mieu to get on it.]

Pfft. I'll just show you now, if you want. Only time I'll show you, too, so you might wanna take it.