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[homomachinis]

WHO: deus_ex_100 and OPEN!
WHERE: The mean, mean streets of the CITY
WHEN: Saturday morning-afternoon until Zee finds and pulls him back somewhere safe
WARNINGS: Mitchell cannot brain 4th wall. Enter at your own risk comics folks!
SUMMARY: The intrepid, escaped child mayor finds himself lost in the city! What mysteries and adventures will befall him? This

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saturday morning

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[Nill has been roaming the streets all morning, trying to find kids that should not be kids. She doesn't know how this happened or why, but she knows what can happen to children that roam the streets alone and isn't going to let it happen to anyone if she can help it. She didn't bring the gun Heine had been teaching her how to use, mostly because she didn't want to endanger any children on accident. She spots the wandering child and starts towards him, angel wings fluttering a little bit as she waves, smiling kindly. Hoping he wouldn't be scared of her.]

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[ Mitchell wasn't scared, at all! Sure, it was weird, being out without his mom around to tell him to come back, but nobody had hurt him! He'd been wandering in the ill-fitting clothes Alex had somehow dug out for him, and he'd been just looking around when he saw the girl.

With wings. His mouth widened in an 'o' and he smiled, and waved. ]

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[She's relieved when he doesn't immediately run away. Sometimes, Nill thought of herself as a kind of monster--mostly because Heine had called himself one, and then said they were the same. Most of her knew she wasn't terribly intimidating, but there was still a small part of her mind that worried about people running away in fear when they saw her unnatural wings. She paused in front of him, still smiling, tilting her head: Are you okay?]

[homomachinis]

[ He thought she looked like an angel, but he wasn't sure if angels could talk, or if they were really there. Was he seeing things? But then, he'd seen someone fly too, and if people were Flying... ]

Are you an angel?

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[She wasn't sure whether she should tell these children that she was an angel or not. She didn't want to lie, but she felt like it might be... expected of her to say that. But she didn't want to mislead them. So with a sad little smile, she shakes her head.]

[homomachinis]

Oh. You look like one!

[ He stops for a moment, his face screwing up in apparent consternation as he ponders something. ]

Why can't you talk?

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[Nill smiles a little more, and then decides it's time to start trying to communicate for real. She takes out her cell phone, and starts typing out some words into the "speak" function:]

A man took my voice when he gave me these wings.

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[ He listens, and turns his head. ]

Why would someone do that? Was it a trade? So you could fly?

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[Oh gosh, she cannot tell him the truth now :c She types slowly, deliberately.]

Yes. But it was not a very good trade.

[homomachinis]

[ You really can't. He'd probably cry. ]

Why not? I think I'd like to fly. I'd trade my voice for it! [ But if he only knew... ]

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[No crying children]

But my wings do not work.

[homomachinis]

Oh. Well you got a crappy deal, then!

[ Yes, at six he says crap. In 2 years he'll be throwing f-bombs out the woodwork. ]

Maybe they haven't grown yet?

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[He has no idea. And she's used to swearing already. Oh, Heine.]

I do not think they will grow.

[homomachinis]

Oh. Well that's sad.

[ He pauses, trying to think of what to say. ]

Have you been here long? I just got here, kinda.

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[Her wings flutter, and she shrugs.]

[homomachinis]

Well that's not an answer!