Saturday 20 January 2018

Discussing giant assholes



'Come in. How's it going?'

'Eh, alright. You?'

'I can't complain.'



'Hey.'



'Hi again.'

'Hello...'



'Sit down, I've got a bit of an update for you.'



'Oh, sure. ...Is this good or bad?'

'Er... neutral?'



'Good, it involves Grandad getting hurt.'



'Oh yeah, I agree with Charon then.'



'Well, the circumstances aren't great... He went to Midnight Hollow to try to kill Miles. Instead, he ended up getting captured. So...'

'So he got similarly barbaric treatment.'



'Zeus called me and filled me in. He got dropped off back there this morning with a few new scars. In hospital now.'



'Wait, is that it? Am I missing something, or did Tate get off a lot easier than his own son did?'



'Miles seems to want to do this very slowly. Edward said it seemed like he was age frozen as well, so... he can make it last as long as he likes.'



'...Well that's fantastic. Oh, uh, and yeah. I wouldn't normally be so blasé about someone getting scarred at the hands of a fucking psycho, but given Tate's high ranking position in competitive cuntery, I kinda find it difficult to give a shit.'



'Doesn't bother me in the slightest.'



'Shit!'



'..........Oh God, I'm sorry.'



'At least she picked the tamest word.'



'...I'm normally better than this around kids, honest.'



'Let's hope so, or you'll be getting banned...!'



'It's okay, Vincent went through a phase of saying the B-word.'



'Our toddler sisters have way worse language than that if it helps.'



'Where'd they pick it up?'



'Abraxas.'

'Yeah, Dad doesn't care who's within earshot when he swears.'

'So before we left, they'd go through phases where they strung together every single expletive they've learnt -'

'- Including the C-word Indigo just said!'

'- In one long unrepeatable sentence.'



'Oh dear! How awkward. Still, Tate's the same. He must use the F-word every other sentence...'






'Hey.'



'Hi...'



'Hi. What's the deal?'

'I just told them about Tate. This is Indigo and Wednesday.'

'Aria. Second born child.'



'Nice to meet you. I'm Indigo, she's Wed, and we're the spawn of Satan.'



'There must be a few Satans out there then.'



'It's epidemic.'



'You alright, Ari?'

'Yeah, fine. God, Tate's such a waste of space. Goes around killing innocents without a care in the world and yet the one time he could've actually been useful, he messed it up.'



'Mmm. We really can't rely on him for anything... this isn't a conversation to have around Nix. Charon, will you go pass her to her dad?'

'Sure.'



'But you'd better let me back in afterwards.'



'So... You want to fuck with Tate as well?'



'Yeah. Mainly the relationship between him and our sperm donor. How much've you been told?'



'That he's all paired up with a sleazier twat than himself... Which makes it sound like they're a couple.'



'...I just lost my fucking appetite.'

'I don't know what he looks like, but Tate's got a face like a smacked arse at the best of times, so...'



'Abraxas isn't exactly pretty.'



'I'd tell you to Google him, but that'd bring up parts of his anatomy nobody wants to see. ...Christ.'

'If Tate was a woman, Dad'd probably want to sleep with him.'



'Fucking hell Wed, can we see the Farringtons at least one time without your mental filter deactivating?'



'...Bring on the brain bleach. I'm glad Charon didn't hear that part of the conversation.'



'...Horrific things aside, do you have any plans?'



'Only thing so far is breaking into a scientific base with my brother, Nalini and maybe some others to find some nasty shit Abraxas has hiding. Then going public. After that? Still thinking on it.'



'Well, if you get any ideas, let me know. Anything that involves messing with Tate, I'm in. I don't care if he is recovering, he's still on my shitlist. He might not be top spot right now, but he's there.'

'Yeah sure, I'll let you know. Fucking up their business relationship'd do great.'

'How'd they even meet, anyway? A cunt convention?'



'Probably. No idea how they met. Before we came here, literally all I knew is that he's in business with Abraxas.'

'Wouldn't a cunt convention also be a sex party?'

'...Wednesday.'



'Well, that's one way to kill my sex life before it's even started.'



'I won't complain about that.'

'That's mean, Dad.'

'I know.'



'Did Zeus say anything else in his update?'

'Not really. Sounds like a bad atmosphere there. Tristan finally did text me back though, so that's good. He doesn't wanna talk about what happened, so we just discussed other stuff instead.'

'Good. That's progress.'

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