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Log; Complete
When; April 15th, lunchtime
Rating; PG
Characters; Adam {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
misplaced_anti} & Agito {attackshark}
Summary; The two boys agree to meet amid the curse chaos for a brief into in the basics of AT. Anti Christ and Fang King? It works, we swear.
Log;
Agito skated through the streets towards the fountain, wondering why he had to leave his apartment this day of all days. The majority of the City was breaking out into song at random intervals, in conversation, what have you; it was the most annoying thing since his bedrest at the hospital.
He arrived at last and checked his watch. 11:54 AM. Damn it, he was early. Sighing, he lowered himself on the edge of the fountain, one knee supporting his elbow, one hand supporting his cheek.
And he waited.
"You're here early." Adam snuck out from behind a group of people meandering by, chorusing in varying voices thanks to the day's curse. He'd been there since about five minutes prior. Call it a hunch, but he'd thought his friend would be early. The Anti Christ had a lot of hunches.
"Still halfed, huh?" He smiled, a boyish grin, kicking his way over, foot working with a large pebble before he bent to pick it up and examine it before tossing it into the Fountain without looking. He didn't like looking in the Fountain. It was not something he thought was right.
The Fang King watched the pebble fall into the fountain, reluctantly caught glimpses of his first battle with Akira, then regarded the Antichrist with an even glare. "Yeah, still halfed. Always halfed," he added with a touch of his fingers to his eyepatch.
He stood up to face the other boy, hands in pockets. "You wanted to see our ATs, eh? And you've never even been on rollerskates. Fuck! You're a typical newbie."
Adam laughed a bit, he liked this kid. His language was pretty hard, but hey, it was okay. He'd never seen words as something to be getting upset about, and his gang had a reputation for being quite the cursing little devils back home in Tadfield.
"Yeah, they sound wicked." He answered. Adam had never seen much of the things in this City, he... controlled Tadfield. Kept it the same, kept it from changing. New things never did really make it to Tadfield.
"Heh." Balancing on one foot, Agito lifted the other one so Adam could see the bottom of his shoe. There where two wheels attached, seemingly nothing more than normal inline skates. "This is an Air Treck, or AT. You wear 'em like normal shoes and ride 'em like normal skates. However..."
Dropping his leg, he applied his weight to both shoes and instantly shot up in the sky. A simple free-form jump, legs kicking, arms held close to his body. He backflipped in the air, twisted, leaped higher, arched--
He came down, wheels skidding on asphalt, hair and the edges of his clothes flapping in the gust that carried in him. He braked in front of Adam, a shark's grin on his face. "That is Air Treck."
Adam blinked. That was... that was amazing! He didn't think his world- could they do that? He'd never heard of it, surely he would have if they did. Maybe it was American, they always had weird stuff like that. After a moment of stunned silence, looking down at Agito's feet, he whistled appreciatively.
"Wicked..." He breathed in amazement.
The storm rider shrugged, still half-grinning. "I'd give you a shot, but I dunno how you'd do with my ATs. They're customized to fit me, after all."
Every rider's Air Treck was his own, and though everyone started out with store-bought parts, they were quickly adapted to the road that belonged to each rider. His own, the Bloody Road... well, he wasn't sure if anyone besides himself and Akito could handle it, but Adam was the Antichrist...
Adam's face shifted for a second, an expression one couldn't really put a finger on. Wicked? Powerful? Twisted? Something, but not something that you'd usually see on the face of a boy not yet thirteen. But it passed quickly, squashed down as quickly as the boy could manage. He didn't like this City if only because it was so overwhelming, he was always fighting the feeling in the back of his head that told him you can do it.
"... I bet I could do it." He finally said, slowly, as if concentrating. "Nothing fancy. But I bet I could."
Agito smirked. He sat down on the fountain edge and began unlacing his ATs. "All right, let's see how you do."
He wasn't sure how well Adam would take to Air Treck, but if someone else liked it, he might be able to find some in the market and teach the kid some tricks. It's not like he was in danger of anything.
Now clad only in socks, Agito held his ATs out for Adam to take and try on. "Here. Let's see how you do."
“Alright.” Adam plopped down on the fountain’s edge, very carefully not looking again. He didn’t like the feel of it. But these… these looked fun. And fun was what human boys did. And he was quite human, well… as human as he could be, could make himself. As he looked down he realized their feet were different sizes. No matter. His face stiffened in a bit of conentration, and Dog came bounding up, the average lookjng mutt returning from wheerver he had been, ahd he even been around, to come sniffing at Agito’s socks.
There, they fit now.
"Now stand up and let's see you skate in those." Agito absently reached over to pat the canine, fingers scratching behind the ears. "Just a simple glide, to see if you know how to even move."
He tilted his head and focused his attention on Adam's movements, ready to correct him if he bent his knee the wrong way or pushed off with the wrong part of the foot.
Dog liked Agito. Dog liked most people Adam liked, actually. And chasing cats. And barking at people. And chasing the mailman. He was a good dog.
Adam stood, was just still for a moment, closing his eyes. He was good at this. Adam was always good at what he did. He was never bad at anything. It could be said something just wasn’t his forte, or maybe it seemed like he just didn’t feel like it, but he was never bad at it. Cautiously the boy simply skated forward a few steps, legs correct, steps correct, a slight furrow in his brow showing the thought he was putting into it.
So the Antichrist wasn't bad. At least he wasn't falling over as soon as he stood up. His form seemed correct, too. Another fucking natural, the Fang King mused, still patting at Dog with one hand.
Agito instructed from where he sat, "As you put pressure on the shoes, the motor will sense it and change the speed accordingly. The less weight, the faster you go."
Just to make sure he got it, Adam paused.
“… So, if I get in the air, I go faster?” He asked, smiling a bit as he looked down. Technology really could do neat things. People really should make things like this, not atom bombs and missiles and- he stopped himself there.
"Yeah, pretty much." The kid was catching on fast. Agito wasn't originally going to introduce the basic tricks to him on the first day, but if he proved to have the potential... "It's what makes Air Treck better than normal skates. You can do a shitload of new tricks and jumps if you have the right lift, speed, strength, and most importantly, technique."
A part of him wanted to get his ATs back to instruct Adam through example, but that would have to wait for another day.
He knew these were important. He just knew, they were personal, almost… well, he didn’t know the right word, but everything about the ATs weren’t him, they were someone else, he was just borrowng their skill, what they knew, for a little while.
“… Thanks.” Adam said suddenly. “For this.” He realized this was somewhat… important. Special. However to say it. But he wasn’t good at being mushy or what not, (but remember, he was never bad at anything. It just wasn’t his forte, or maybe it he just didn’t feel like it.)
Agito shrugged. He was never good at sentimentality either, since that was Akito's job. He fought, he won, he bled. But he supposed Adam wasn't so bad. He just simply refrained from admitting that it was somewhat lonely without other people doing AT in the City. Akito could admit that for all the Fang King cared, but certainly not himself.
"I'd show you the really good stuff but, fuck," he looked down at his socks, "can't do that now. If you got your own ATs, then you could fly."
Dog liked Agito’s socks, personally.
“You’ve got to ask about that.” Adam reminded. He loved flying, loved it when Alexiel or Lucifer would take him. “I bet someone in the City would take you, easy.” The boy experimentally shifted his weight on his feet, doing small circles, prepping himself. “There’s all sorts of people with wings and rocketpacks and stuff.”
Agito snorted. "Jumping with ATs isn't really flying. You're in the air for a few moments and then you have to get back to the ground. I'm not comparing AT to wings or rockets. Fuck, that's ridiculous!" He quieted somewhat, thinking back on the boy named Ikki, the future Wind King. Well. It still wasn't really flying.
He refocused his attention to Adam. "You gonna try it or am I just wasting my time?"
“Anything with me is never a waste of time.” Adam smirked.
He abruptly shifted from the small circles into a small hop on to the rim of the fountain, never in the fountain did his eyes fall, skimming lightly around the circular fixture, gaining speed for a small hop off, bending his knees for a small slap of hands to the sides of his legs before landing square and neat. Nothing fancy, as he’d promised, but well executed, clean.
The Fang King watched attentively. Few people had the balance to hop smoothly on their first time. If Adam hadn't been the Antichrist, Agito would've mistaken the simple but well-executed trick for beginner's luck, which never really amounted to anything in his mind.
What do you think, Akito? he asked his other self. Would you buy him ATs?
The other personality laughed.
"Not bad," Agito finally acknowledged. "Maybe there's some potential in you yet, Antichrist."
Adam laughed, and plopped down beside the other boy.
“Adam.” He insisted. He grew used to people knowing what he was, what he was called. “If you’re going to use my title, you’d have to use the full thing.” The boy snorted, and took a deep breath. “The Adversary, the Great Dragon, Destroyer of Worlds, Son of the Devil- and etcetera.”
The boy chuckled again and began to undo the ATs. They didn’t belong this way, he had to put them back. “Stupid names.”
"Names and titles are everything in Air Treck," Agito found himself explaining, "but of course, you have to have the skills to back it up." He jerked a thumb at himself. "I'm Wanijima Agito, the current Fang King, rider of the Bloody Road. I took that title and the AT regalia from the previous King, Udou Akira, who had taken it from the King before him," he touched his eyepatch again, "who was Wanijima Akito."
He took back his ATs and secured them to his feet. "So what do you say? Interested?"
Interested?
Adam smiled.
“You are a very interesting person, Agito.” He stuck out his hand, an offer to shake. “Akito, too.” He added. Dog barked and ran off after the scent of cat.
“I’m interested.”
Agito grinned and shook the other boy's hand, tightly. He might just have some fun in this City after all. "Good to know."
Rating; PG
Characters; Adam {
misplaced_anti} & Agito {attackshark} Summary; The two boys agree to meet amid the curse chaos for a brief into in the basics of AT. Anti Christ and Fang King? It works, we swear.
Log;
Agito skated through the streets towards the fountain, wondering why he had to leave his apartment this day of all days. The majority of the City was breaking out into song at random intervals, in conversation, what have you; it was the most annoying thing since his bedrest at the hospital.
He arrived at last and checked his watch. 11:54 AM. Damn it, he was early. Sighing, he lowered himself on the edge of the fountain, one knee supporting his elbow, one hand supporting his cheek.
And he waited.
"You're here early." Adam snuck out from behind a group of people meandering by, chorusing in varying voices thanks to the day's curse. He'd been there since about five minutes prior. Call it a hunch, but he'd thought his friend would be early. The Anti Christ had a lot of hunches.
"Still halfed, huh?" He smiled, a boyish grin, kicking his way over, foot working with a large pebble before he bent to pick it up and examine it before tossing it into the Fountain without looking. He didn't like looking in the Fountain. It was not something he thought was right.
The Fang King watched the pebble fall into the fountain, reluctantly caught glimpses of his first battle with Akira, then regarded the Antichrist with an even glare. "Yeah, still halfed. Always halfed," he added with a touch of his fingers to his eyepatch.
He stood up to face the other boy, hands in pockets. "You wanted to see our ATs, eh? And you've never even been on rollerskates. Fuck! You're a typical newbie."
Adam laughed a bit, he liked this kid. His language was pretty hard, but hey, it was okay. He'd never seen words as something to be getting upset about, and his gang had a reputation for being quite the cursing little devils back home in Tadfield.
"Yeah, they sound wicked." He answered. Adam had never seen much of the things in this City, he... controlled Tadfield. Kept it the same, kept it from changing. New things never did really make it to Tadfield.
"Heh." Balancing on one foot, Agito lifted the other one so Adam could see the bottom of his shoe. There where two wheels attached, seemingly nothing more than normal inline skates. "This is an Air Treck, or AT. You wear 'em like normal shoes and ride 'em like normal skates. However..."
Dropping his leg, he applied his weight to both shoes and instantly shot up in the sky. A simple free-form jump, legs kicking, arms held close to his body. He backflipped in the air, twisted, leaped higher, arched--
He came down, wheels skidding on asphalt, hair and the edges of his clothes flapping in the gust that carried in him. He braked in front of Adam, a shark's grin on his face. "That is Air Treck."
Adam blinked. That was... that was amazing! He didn't think his world- could they do that? He'd never heard of it, surely he would have if they did. Maybe it was American, they always had weird stuff like that. After a moment of stunned silence, looking down at Agito's feet, he whistled appreciatively.
"Wicked..." He breathed in amazement.
The storm rider shrugged, still half-grinning. "I'd give you a shot, but I dunno how you'd do with my ATs. They're customized to fit me, after all."
Every rider's Air Treck was his own, and though everyone started out with store-bought parts, they were quickly adapted to the road that belonged to each rider. His own, the Bloody Road... well, he wasn't sure if anyone besides himself and Akito could handle it, but Adam was the Antichrist...
Adam's face shifted for a second, an expression one couldn't really put a finger on. Wicked? Powerful? Twisted? Something, but not something that you'd usually see on the face of a boy not yet thirteen. But it passed quickly, squashed down as quickly as the boy could manage. He didn't like this City if only because it was so overwhelming, he was always fighting the feeling in the back of his head that told him you can do it.
"... I bet I could do it." He finally said, slowly, as if concentrating. "Nothing fancy. But I bet I could."
Agito smirked. He sat down on the fountain edge and began unlacing his ATs. "All right, let's see how you do."
He wasn't sure how well Adam would take to Air Treck, but if someone else liked it, he might be able to find some in the market and teach the kid some tricks. It's not like he was in danger of anything.
Now clad only in socks, Agito held his ATs out for Adam to take and try on. "Here. Let's see how you do."
“Alright.” Adam plopped down on the fountain’s edge, very carefully not looking again. He didn’t like the feel of it. But these… these looked fun. And fun was what human boys did. And he was quite human, well… as human as he could be, could make himself. As he looked down he realized their feet were different sizes. No matter. His face stiffened in a bit of conentration, and Dog came bounding up, the average lookjng mutt returning from wheerver he had been, ahd he even been around, to come sniffing at Agito’s socks.
There, they fit now.
"Now stand up and let's see you skate in those." Agito absently reached over to pat the canine, fingers scratching behind the ears. "Just a simple glide, to see if you know how to even move."
He tilted his head and focused his attention on Adam's movements, ready to correct him if he bent his knee the wrong way or pushed off with the wrong part of the foot.
Dog liked Agito. Dog liked most people Adam liked, actually. And chasing cats. And barking at people. And chasing the mailman. He was a good dog.
Adam stood, was just still for a moment, closing his eyes. He was good at this. Adam was always good at what he did. He was never bad at anything. It could be said something just wasn’t his forte, or maybe it seemed like he just didn’t feel like it, but he was never bad at it. Cautiously the boy simply skated forward a few steps, legs correct, steps correct, a slight furrow in his brow showing the thought he was putting into it.
So the Antichrist wasn't bad. At least he wasn't falling over as soon as he stood up. His form seemed correct, too. Another fucking natural, the Fang King mused, still patting at Dog with one hand.
Agito instructed from where he sat, "As you put pressure on the shoes, the motor will sense it and change the speed accordingly. The less weight, the faster you go."
Just to make sure he got it, Adam paused.
“… So, if I get in the air, I go faster?” He asked, smiling a bit as he looked down. Technology really could do neat things. People really should make things like this, not atom bombs and missiles and- he stopped himself there.
"Yeah, pretty much." The kid was catching on fast. Agito wasn't originally going to introduce the basic tricks to him on the first day, but if he proved to have the potential... "It's what makes Air Treck better than normal skates. You can do a shitload of new tricks and jumps if you have the right lift, speed, strength, and most importantly, technique."
A part of him wanted to get his ATs back to instruct Adam through example, but that would have to wait for another day.
He knew these were important. He just knew, they were personal, almost… well, he didn’t know the right word, but everything about the ATs weren’t him, they were someone else, he was just borrowng their skill, what they knew, for a little while.
“… Thanks.” Adam said suddenly. “For this.” He realized this was somewhat… important. Special. However to say it. But he wasn’t good at being mushy or what not, (but remember, he was never bad at anything. It just wasn’t his forte, or maybe it he just didn’t feel like it.)
Agito shrugged. He was never good at sentimentality either, since that was Akito's job. He fought, he won, he bled. But he supposed Adam wasn't so bad. He just simply refrained from admitting that it was somewhat lonely without other people doing AT in the City. Akito could admit that for all the Fang King cared, but certainly not himself.
"I'd show you the really good stuff but, fuck," he looked down at his socks, "can't do that now. If you got your own ATs, then you could fly."
Dog liked Agito’s socks, personally.
“You’ve got to ask about that.” Adam reminded. He loved flying, loved it when Alexiel or Lucifer would take him. “I bet someone in the City would take you, easy.” The boy experimentally shifted his weight on his feet, doing small circles, prepping himself. “There’s all sorts of people with wings and rocketpacks and stuff.”
Agito snorted. "Jumping with ATs isn't really flying. You're in the air for a few moments and then you have to get back to the ground. I'm not comparing AT to wings or rockets. Fuck, that's ridiculous!" He quieted somewhat, thinking back on the boy named Ikki, the future Wind King. Well. It still wasn't really flying.
He refocused his attention to Adam. "You gonna try it or am I just wasting my time?"
“Anything with me is never a waste of time.” Adam smirked.
He abruptly shifted from the small circles into a small hop on to the rim of the fountain, never in the fountain did his eyes fall, skimming lightly around the circular fixture, gaining speed for a small hop off, bending his knees for a small slap of hands to the sides of his legs before landing square and neat. Nothing fancy, as he’d promised, but well executed, clean.
The Fang King watched attentively. Few people had the balance to hop smoothly on their first time. If Adam hadn't been the Antichrist, Agito would've mistaken the simple but well-executed trick for beginner's luck, which never really amounted to anything in his mind.
What do you think, Akito? he asked his other self. Would you buy him ATs?
The other personality laughed.
"Not bad," Agito finally acknowledged. "Maybe there's some potential in you yet, Antichrist."
Adam laughed, and plopped down beside the other boy.
“Adam.” He insisted. He grew used to people knowing what he was, what he was called. “If you’re going to use my title, you’d have to use the full thing.” The boy snorted, and took a deep breath. “The Adversary, the Great Dragon, Destroyer of Worlds, Son of the Devil- and etcetera.”
The boy chuckled again and began to undo the ATs. They didn’t belong this way, he had to put them back. “Stupid names.”
"Names and titles are everything in Air Treck," Agito found himself explaining, "but of course, you have to have the skills to back it up." He jerked a thumb at himself. "I'm Wanijima Agito, the current Fang King, rider of the Bloody Road. I took that title and the AT regalia from the previous King, Udou Akira, who had taken it from the King before him," he touched his eyepatch again, "who was Wanijima Akito."
He took back his ATs and secured them to his feet. "So what do you say? Interested?"
Interested?
Adam smiled.
“You are a very interesting person, Agito.” He stuck out his hand, an offer to shake. “Akito, too.” He added. Dog barked and ran off after the scent of cat.
“I’m interested.”
Agito grinned and shook the other boy's hand, tightly. He might just have some fun in this City after all. "Good to know."