01-26-2008, 04:18 PM
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I could chuck more wood than a wood chuck could chuck.
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Re: Farewells. (For all those who wish to join.)
“Well Johnny boy,” Cain said to nobody in particular, staring at the red substance in his glass. “I guess you did it. Congrats to you.”
The vampire lifted his glass up to the pale moon in a toast. Ziran stuck his head out of Adonai’s jacket pocket and mewed mournfully. Neither one had really known Johnny very well, but it was the first time in a long while that somebody they actually knew had died.
Cain sipped his drink and scratched the kitten’s ears absent-mindedly. He was sure that he would’ve become fast friends with Johnny, had they met sooner. They seemed to share a taste in music, and both were firearms aficionados.
Ziran, on the other hand, knew Johnny even less than Cain did. Johnny Bones to him was just another semi-nice person in that odd room Adonai kept dropping the kitty off at. Despite knowing Bones even less than the vampire, the windigo was the more outwardly sad of the two. He was an emotional kitty after all, and the passing of anybody was something to be mourned.
Kunto hopped out of his vampiric friend’s pocket and shifted into his hybrid form. Cain finished his drink and tossed the glass over the edge of the bar roof. His trash taken care of, he turned and looked at the catboy, his cold gaze warming slightly at the sight of the tears in Ziran’s eyes.
“Can we go now?” Ziran asked, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Adonai could easily tell that the windigo wanted to see Zorlo for comfort. Even though the two rarely met, the hybrid considered the green-haired man a source of comfort.
“Sure,” Cain replied, stepping off the roof of the bar and dropping down to the street below. Ziran followed suit, and the two were on their way to the Dome. Adonai had somebody he wanted to see himself: Cadenza. Even though he hated her with every fiber of his being, he couldn’t help but feel sympathy for her. He knew what it was like to lose a lover…
OOC: Short and crappy, I know. It's the best I could do though...
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