chat log 13feb11 - Ames & Luke talk about why they were picked as Unseelie knights
Luke: txt: ames, you around?
Ames: TXT: Always. What's up?
Luke: txt: i've got ghosts. like, fairy ghosts.
Ames: TXT: Fuck me, man. King Whatever came to bother me and Nathan last night.
Luke: txt: um, the one ghost said pretty much i was fucked and already evil. gave up on me.
Ames: TXT: Bullshit. I'm not giving up that easy.
Luke: *sniffles a bit* txt: thx. i tried telling liz but she said it's a fae knight problem. so, i guess that's me.
Ames: TXT: ...Me too. Supposedly I've been tapped Unseelie too.
Luke: txt: great. so does that mean you're evil too?
Ames: TXT: I'm not evil and neither are you. Shut up with that shit.
Luke: txt: that one ghost last night seemed to think i was already doomed or something.
Ames: TXT: Fuck her. You're perfectly fine, Luke.
Luke: txt: ngl, ames. it's getting me down
Ames: TXT: Come to my office. I've got a pizza and if you keep it quiet I've got a beer and a smoke too. Bonding time or some shit.
Luke: txt: i'm so there. *hurries to ames' office*
Ames: *chillin' in her PJs, kicked back with her feet up on the desk, nomming pizza and drinking a beer*
Luke: *looks exhausted* Hey. What kinda 'za you got?
Ames: Don't call it that again. It's pizza. Just meats, man. Kick the door closed while you're up, huh?
Luke: I like meat. *kicks the door shut, grabs a slice, and collapses in a chair* *hand out and a gobloid slaps a beer in it*
Ames: *eyes the goblin thing warily* You really gotta get rid'a them things, Luke. They make me nervous.
Luke: No way. They're the best thing about this whole situation. *knuckle bumps one*
Ames: They're fuckin' creepy, man. Can you at least keep 'em out of my office?
Luke: Why so racists, Ames? They're supposedly our people. Fiiine, guys, scram for a bit, k?
Ames: They're creepy lookin', that's why. *tosses an empty bottle in the trash and grabs another*
Luke: I'm creepy looking, too. *grins* Srsly, tho. What're we gonna do?
Ames: No you ain't, shut up. *snorts* I dunno. Fight with fire 'til we can't fight anymore? I like the sounda that. You just point and shoot with those things, right? *gestures to his hands, referring to his microwave stuff, obviously*
Luke: Kinda like that, yeah. But who's the enemy?
Ames: Anyone who tries to hurt anyone here is the enemy.
Luke: That... simplifies things...
Ames: I don't care if it's troll, human, or Fae, if it tries to hurt this family, we take 'em down. You got my back on this, Luke?
Luke: Yeah, I got your back.
Ames: Perfect. *tosses a pack of cigarettes his way* You been dreamin' weird shit, man? Like...wars an' shit?
Luke: Yeah, totally. I get these weird dreams all the time.
Ames: *nods a little* Yeah...Nate says it's got somethin' ta do with bein' tapped as Knights or somethin'.
Luke: Well, that six-eyed dude keeps coming around. Don't know who he is... but yeah, my dreams are still really fucked up.
Ames: *offers cigarettes and pizza, kid* The ones that don't have the six-eyed guy, what're they like?
Luke: *doesn't take a cigarette but has more pizza* Um.. *blushes* ... kinda sexy?
Ames: *headtilt* We talkin' typical horny teenager sexy?
Luke: *BLUSH* I... don't know?! *facepalm* I'm not talking about my nocturnal emissions with you...
Ames: Why not? You act like it makes a difference ta me. Baby, I'm married; I know what happens to men at night.
Luke: *BLUSHES* Fine, yeah, sometimes. Maybe. Sometimes it's a sexy dream like that. I dunno tho, there's this guy...
Ames: *raises brows* Guy? Anyone we know?
Luke: Nobody *I* know, anyways.
Ames: *slow nod* Well, there's always that.
Luke: ngl Ames, I /hate/ that there are things talking to me in my head. You /know/ I get freaked out by head powers.
Ames: I know, honey. Ihate it too, alright? I got...fuck, it's like when my empathy first showed up, when I couldn't control it at all. It hurts.
Luke: *SADSADSADSOSAD* I hate this. I wanna go fight and get this war over with so I can go back to being normal.
Ames: Somehow, I get the feeling that "normal" is out of our price range.
Luke: Well, normal for us. =\ Is it a bad thing I showed a vampire around the Troll Market?
Ames: ...Yeah, probably. Why'd you do that?
Luke: Mehhhh... I sort of knew him. Or another version of him. Guess I felt sorry for him? And, you know, if he /does/ get mixed up with the fae he's gonna be a whole boatload of trouble for 'em. *evil smile*
Luke: *looks innocent* There's a difference between teaching someone everything and teaching 'em just enough to get in trouble.
Ames: *smirk* More an' more like me every day, kid.
Luke: Pfft. More 'n more like my usual self, you mean?
Ames: Whatever. *chuckles*
Luke: *sighs* You know, the fact that we find it funny is probably why the Unseelie tapped us...
Ames: ...No. Uh-uh, no.
Luke: *depressed now* I'm gonna go do some more research.
Ames: Kid, it takes more'n that ta qualify as whatever. Prolly got somethin' ta do with kill counts. How high is yours?
Luke: ...high enough. Might've gone on a three-day killing spree/road trip with a serial killer once...
Ames: *looks down* Yeah...been there, sorta.
Luke: *studies the ceiling* yeah, guess they DO have our numbers, huh?
Ames: Guess so. Doesn't mean I'ma go for it.
Luke: Yeah. *thinks maybe he IS a bad person, after all* I'm gonna go now. Good talk.
Ames: Hey. *waits 'til he looks at her* I love you, kid.
Luke: Thanks, Ames. *can't say he loves her yet cuz that's WAY DEEP SHIT YO*
Ames: *if he feels it, she knows it, so he doesn't have to say it <3* Finish the beer, leave the can, and go brush your teeth.
Luke: *totes isn't gonna brush his teeth just to be stubborn* 'k. *chugs the rest of his beer*
Ames: I mean it, Luke. If it gets out that I let you drink, adoption is gone. You're underage.
Luke: ...ugh. Alright. I'm not underage in Canada tho!!
Ames: -This ain't Canada.-
Luke: *frown* Yeah, yeah, okay. *chews some Altoids* Better?
Ames: Not really. *Ssssssssssssssssssssssssigh* But it'll do. I'd rather you brush your teeth and rinse your mouth out, though.
Luke: I'll do it when I get to my room, k?
Ames: Alright. *small smile, lighting up a cigarette and reclining in her seat*
Luke: *writes 'brush teeth' on the inside of his wrist as he leaves*
Ames: *Calls after him* Close the door, kid.
Luke: *a gobloid peers in at her then slams the door shut*
Ames: *ohgod, she comes so close to shooting that stupid thing*
Ames: TXT: Always. What's up?
Luke: txt: i've got ghosts. like, fairy ghosts.
Ames: TXT: Fuck me, man. King Whatever came to bother me and Nathan last night.
Luke: txt: um, the one ghost said pretty much i was fucked and already evil. gave up on me.
Ames: TXT: Bullshit. I'm not giving up that easy.
Luke: *sniffles a bit* txt: thx. i tried telling liz but she said it's a fae knight problem. so, i guess that's me.
Ames: TXT: ...Me too. Supposedly I've been tapped Unseelie too.
Luke: txt: great. so does that mean you're evil too?
Ames: TXT: I'm not evil and neither are you. Shut up with that shit.
Luke: txt: that one ghost last night seemed to think i was already doomed or something.
Ames: TXT: Fuck her. You're perfectly fine, Luke.
Luke: txt: ngl, ames. it's getting me down
Ames: TXT: Come to my office. I've got a pizza and if you keep it quiet I've got a beer and a smoke too. Bonding time or some shit.
Luke: txt: i'm so there. *hurries to ames' office*
Ames: *chillin' in her PJs, kicked back with her feet up on the desk, nomming pizza and drinking a beer*
Luke: *looks exhausted* Hey. What kinda 'za you got?
Ames: Don't call it that again. It's pizza. Just meats, man. Kick the door closed while you're up, huh?
Luke: I like meat. *kicks the door shut, grabs a slice, and collapses in a chair* *hand out and a gobloid slaps a beer in it*
Ames: *eyes the goblin thing warily* You really gotta get rid'a them things, Luke. They make me nervous.
Luke: No way. They're the best thing about this whole situation. *knuckle bumps one*
Ames: They're fuckin' creepy, man. Can you at least keep 'em out of my office?
Luke: Why so racists, Ames? They're supposedly our people. Fiiine, guys, scram for a bit, k?
Ames: They're creepy lookin', that's why. *tosses an empty bottle in the trash and grabs another*
Luke: I'm creepy looking, too. *grins* Srsly, tho. What're we gonna do?
Ames: No you ain't, shut up. *snorts* I dunno. Fight with fire 'til we can't fight anymore? I like the sounda that. You just point and shoot with those things, right? *gestures to his hands, referring to his microwave stuff, obviously*
Luke: Kinda like that, yeah. But who's the enemy?
Ames: Anyone who tries to hurt anyone here is the enemy.
Luke: That... simplifies things...
Ames: I don't care if it's troll, human, or Fae, if it tries to hurt this family, we take 'em down. You got my back on this, Luke?
Luke: Yeah, I got your back.
Ames: Perfect. *tosses a pack of cigarettes his way* You been dreamin' weird shit, man? Like...wars an' shit?
Luke: Yeah, totally. I get these weird dreams all the time.
Ames: *nods a little* Yeah...Nate says it's got somethin' ta do with bein' tapped as Knights or somethin'.
Luke: Well, that six-eyed dude keeps coming around. Don't know who he is... but yeah, my dreams are still really fucked up.
Ames: *offers cigarettes and pizza, kid* The ones that don't have the six-eyed guy, what're they like?
Luke: *doesn't take a cigarette but has more pizza* Um.. *blushes* ... kinda sexy?
Ames: *headtilt* We talkin' typical horny teenager sexy?
Luke: *BLUSH* I... don't know?! *facepalm* I'm not talking about my nocturnal emissions with you...
Ames: Why not? You act like it makes a difference ta me. Baby, I'm married; I know what happens to men at night.
Luke: *BLUSHES* Fine, yeah, sometimes. Maybe. Sometimes it's a sexy dream like that. I dunno tho, there's this guy...
Ames: *raises brows* Guy? Anyone we know?
Luke: Nobody *I* know, anyways.
Ames: *slow nod* Well, there's always that.
Luke: ngl Ames, I /hate/ that there are things talking to me in my head. You /know/ I get freaked out by head powers.
Ames: I know, honey. Ihate it too, alright? I got...fuck, it's like when my empathy first showed up, when I couldn't control it at all. It hurts.
Luke: *SADSADSADSOSAD* I hate this. I wanna go fight and get this war over with so I can go back to being normal.
Ames: Somehow, I get the feeling that "normal" is out of our price range.
Luke: Well, normal for us. =\ Is it a bad thing I showed a vampire around the Troll Market?
Ames: ...Yeah, probably. Why'd you do that?
Luke: Mehhhh... I sort of knew him. Or another version of him. Guess I felt sorry for him? And, you know, if he /does/ get mixed up with the fae he's gonna be a whole boatload of trouble for 'em. *evil smile*
Luke: *looks innocent* There's a difference between teaching someone everything and teaching 'em just enough to get in trouble.
Ames: *smirk* More an' more like me every day, kid.
Luke: Pfft. More 'n more like my usual self, you mean?
Ames: Whatever. *chuckles*
Luke: *sighs* You know, the fact that we find it funny is probably why the Unseelie tapped us...
Ames: ...No. Uh-uh, no.
Luke: *depressed now* I'm gonna go do some more research.
Ames: Kid, it takes more'n that ta qualify as whatever. Prolly got somethin' ta do with kill counts. How high is yours?
Luke: ...high enough. Might've gone on a three-day killing spree/road trip with a serial killer once...
Ames: *looks down* Yeah...been there, sorta.
Luke: *studies the ceiling* yeah, guess they DO have our numbers, huh?
Ames: Guess so. Doesn't mean I'ma go for it.
Luke: Yeah. *thinks maybe he IS a bad person, after all* I'm gonna go now. Good talk.
Ames: Hey. *waits 'til he looks at her* I love you, kid.
Luke: Thanks, Ames. *can't say he loves her yet cuz that's WAY DEEP SHIT YO*
Ames: *if he feels it, she knows it, so he doesn't have to say it <3* Finish the beer, leave the can, and go brush your teeth.
Luke: *totes isn't gonna brush his teeth just to be stubborn* 'k. *chugs the rest of his beer*
Ames: I mean it, Luke. If it gets out that I let you drink, adoption is gone. You're underage.
Luke: ...ugh. Alright. I'm not underage in Canada tho!!
Ames: -This ain't Canada.-
Luke: *frown* Yeah, yeah, okay. *chews some Altoids* Better?
Ames: Not really. *Ssssssssssssssssssssssssigh* But it'll do. I'd rather you brush your teeth and rinse your mouth out, though.
Luke: I'll do it when I get to my room, k?
Ames: Alright. *small smile, lighting up a cigarette and reclining in her seat*
Luke: *writes 'brush teeth' on the inside of his wrist as he leaves*
Ames: *Calls after him* Close the door, kid.
Luke: *a gobloid peers in at her then slams the door shut*
Ames: *ohgod, she comes so close to shooting that stupid thing*