Getaway Plan [Reserved]

[Boon]

A few interspersed crowds of on-lookers stumbled past with eyebrows raised, puzzled by the inane bursts of yelling coming from a man they swore they had seen before… All they had to do was take a closer look at the posters he was currently tearing down in order to see why.
Boon traipsed down the bustling streets in a huff, severely aggravated by what Yevrin had done to him this time. He didn’t hesitate to remove her wanted posters of him off the buildings as he walked by, and glared fiercely at anyone who was gutsy enough to stare at him for more than five successive seconds. He despised this – he despised her! By now, everyone in town had more than likely seen or heard of his wanted status, and would eventually inform Yevrin of his whereabouts when they got the chance. As of now, he was trying his hardest to prevent that from ever happening by destroying the evidence.
However, it wasn't long before he grew tired of the scrutinizing looks from less-than-perfect strangers. He managed to give them all one last glare of contempt before slipping into the cover of the alley, loathing having to flee from such weak individuals. On a normal day, he would've have just killed them all, those stupid humans, but he was not particularly fond of the idea of being wanted for both debt and murder.
In place of shedding blood, he could only press his back against the alley's stained wall and groan at his situation. He entertained the idea of using his staff to open a portal out of this realm for a few fleeting moments, before remembering his wounded pride and how he adored it so..

[Psycho Duck]

Psycho Duck was currently chewing on his toe nails and feeling completely bored. Three weeks. Three long and boring weeks had past and Coast Lamiere was not getting anymore exciting. He spun the thought in his head over and over, feeling sick about it. He needed something fun. Something exciting. Something like...

He stopped his revealation for a moment and noticed someone coming down his alleyway. He took his foot out of his mouth and placed his hand on the hilt of his variable sword, slowly drawing it from the holster. He shoved it back in when he saw the android wizard stumble down the alleyway. He sighed and rolled back into the dumpster.

The other half of Lamiere, the one not looking for a new life, was the one trying to hide from the one they left behind. He could tell the look of a fugitive and this one definately one. One reason being he was going down this filthy alleyway, and two being he had that shifty look.

Psycho Duck went back to chewing on a banana peel, which he then threw in front of wizard, hoping he would slip.

[Boon]

Boon was jarred out of his internal lamenting by a rather unexpected sight – he lifted an arm up instinctually when a rotting piece of trash was shied at him, before it landed on the ground in a harmless, soggy heap. He turned his head over to where the projectile was launched from, and evidently, his eyes met with a dumpster overflowing with similar items. However, what really caught his attention was the peculiar creature sitting inside of it...
He starred at the little beast for a few moments, dumbfounded by its choice of dwelling and that anything alive could be so content with relaxing in a mound of trash... He immediately grimaced at the thought and drew his head back, overwhelmed with disgust.
"Can I help you?" Boon asked haughtily, peering at this new acquaintance with a sort of appalled fascination. "Obviously you’re in good need of a lesson in manners...I don’t believe tossing garbage at someone is considered a decent greeting." He scraped the banana peel off of the ground with the tip of his staff, lifted it up and held it outwards to the creature.
"Well? 'Got anything to say?"

[Psycho Duck]

Psycho Duck's tin mouth split into a smile. "Fabjous day. Calloh Callay!" He stood up and raised his hands to the sky, which immediately burst into flame. "Welcome to the fool's paradise and the wise man's hell."

He jumped down in front of the man and looked up at him, "Welcome to my alley, oh one who judges people quickly. I may have lost my mind, but I can still kill without breaking a sweat!"

He clawed at the air and then looked at Boon more quickly. "Since you require a decent greeting then I shall give it to you. Hello. Olla. Bevienue, conichwa, Alloha. Yo! I am the Psycho Duck, and you entered my domain." He turned back to the dumpster and sat back on it. "Now tell me oh one with the strange eyes, what chases you down to my domain, for your clothes tell a different story. Maybe a magic user."

[Boon]

Boon watched idly as the bizarre hybrid hopped and trotted and slashed his paws through the air, cocking an eyebrow every so often at the odd phrases he used. In truth, this creature struck the wizard as somewhat intriguing, with his extravagant language and unusual powers. He was convinced, however, that his own person happened to hold all these qualities and more, therefore making him of higher character.
"Well, if you must know – what was it – Psycho Duck? I do possess magic or sorts..." He clutched his staff in both hands and rapped a row of finger on its length, a hesitant expression sweeping over his face. "And as for my being in your precious domain...I have certain matters to attend to that do not concern anyone but myself. Unfortunately for you and I, this alley is a detour on my journey away from this place." He then tarnished the air of decorum he'd regained by asking rather crossly, "What in gods name are you doing living in a dump like this, anyway?" He recalled the hybrid saying something about having lost his mind; If this really was his chosen home, Boon certainly regarded him as insane - perhaps even aptly psychotic.

[Psycho Duck]

Psycho Duck continued to sit on the rim of the dumpster, his mind seemed to mull over the questions put forward to him. In truth, his mind could work faster, but he found this wizard in front of him amusing and decided to figure out the best way to answer him. When he figured it out, his eyes lit up a little.

"One man's dump is another man's haven. Some of us are not blessed with materialistic notions of grandure. This is my bed." He bounced on the trash in the dumpster to indicate it, "This is my living room." He waved his hand to indicate the alley. "When I'm hungry, I buy what I need with the little money I have. I eat when I'm hungry and I drink when I thrist. I live here because I wish to live here. You call it a dump. I call it my kingdom."

Psycho Duck leapt off the dumpster and walked towards Boon. "I was once like you however. Always in a rush to do things. Magic or otherwise. However, my quest for knowledge is also incomplete. Or is it knowledge that you seek. Maybe it's a haven. Or maybe." Psycho Duck snatched the parchment from Boon's pocket and unrolled it. "You are running away from her." He showed Boon the wanted poster. "Sometimes escape is easy to find."

[Boon]

Alarmed, Boon recoiled when Psycho Duck snatched the paper from his coat and held it up to his grimacing face. He was rather unnerved by the creature’s insightful guess regarding his business here… "Give me that!" He demanded, reaching out and tearing the parchment from the hybrid’s swift claws. "Just who the hell do you think you are? You’ve no right to pry into my affairs, you insolent creature." Gripping the poster tight in his fist, he yearned to deal Psycho Duck a harsh slap over the head with it. Doing his best to restrain his temper, however, he merely shoved the crumpled paper back into his pocket, away from sight.
"What are you getting at, anyway?" Boon continued, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Right now I can't think of anything more difficult than trying to escape from this hell. Do you know what I was before I came to this place? Before I ran from one, single human woman?" He swept both arms outward dramatically, "I was the Overlord of an entire realm! A world was mine! And now I’m here, stranded on an island, in this wretched alley-way talking with someone I barely know."
Pressing his fingers to either side of his head, he then bemoaned listlessly, "What happened to it all? Please sir, if you have any bright ideas, then please, do share them..." There was a bitter snap of sarcasm in his words, and his gaze was as cold as the clockwork turning inside of him. He didn't trust Psycho Duck for a second...In Boon's mind, if there was anything useful about him, it was his entertaining character and nothing more.

[Psycho Duck]

Psycho Duck listened, but his mind seemed to wander from that as he mulled over what the strange creature had said. Boon was it, his mind thought. He asked a lot of questions to Psycho Duck, and each one his mind tried to answer. Was it necessary to answer all of them? Psycho Duck knew the answer to that question instantly. The man wanted answers, and Psycho Duck would give them to him.

"I am Psycho Duck, that who I am. I am not an isolant creature, as I have one of my own." He unfurrled a parchment from his pocket, "You're wanted all over town. I'm not getting at anything. Wise men speak because they have something to say. Fools speak because they have something to say."

He looked Boon up and down. "So, Overlord of an entire world. Big whoop. Some of us were powerful demi gods fire, born to raise their father from the depths of hell to destroy the very foundations of this world and the parallel dimmensions, but you don't see us bragging about it. What happened to it all? Why, good sir, it was your doing that it happened. You became to greedy, selfish, heartless and cruel."

Psycho Duck leapt onto his dumpster again. "Any bright ideas? Not really." He thrusted his hand into the dumpster and pulled out a fish bone. "You could always leave the island by boat and travel this world. But all you'll find there is more people wandering this land, looking for their a place to call their own and running from their pasts. Me, I'm going to build myself another fusion generator and become a weapons smith. Care to join me?"

[Soso]

Outside the riotous alleyway, the hustle and bustle of town regularities continued as usual. The daily trivial business of the civilians allowed no time to stop and ponder a pointed and quite irregular fixture in the street. People brushed, stalked and shoved past her. But few spared a glance, which made much sense, for she had very little reason to return any.

The demon had proved useless and she was still without employ, and the tall creature Soso grew bored under the sun and amist the incessant and pointless hurrying of the surrounding lane. The noise and smells inspired nothing familiar to here, and yet here she stood, searching for something. Maybe a billboard with postings, she considered.

The desire to laugh in her own face was immense, but her lips didn't even twitch. They never did.

The thought was quickly sidetracked at a rush of voices. Not the common baritone of the butcher or the falsetto of the flirtatious flower vendor, but of pitches that she hadn't heard in a long while. She turned her face in the direction of the sounds: the crevice of an alleyway, but unable to see little more than vague shapes. Her eyes unblinking focused intently, as she moved with ease through the crowd, finally utilizing her gracefully movements to avoid the barrage of civilians. I wonder, she thought, as her head slowly entered the shadowed stony passage...

[Boon]

A scoff was what Boon returned Psycho Duck’s offer with. "Please, I’d rather not become muddled in your personal ambitions…I’ve had quite enough of technology and weaponry for the time-being, anyhow." He rolled his eyes at the thought of working with machines - whether they be sentient or not - and how much one must toil to build and care for one. They were like temperamental newborn children with a great deal more weight than one, which evidently, made them troublesome. In his far-from-modest opinion, the only machine worthy of others' attention was himself. "Perhaps some other time, sir. For now, I think it’s best that I stay out of your affairs and you mine."
He then turned, rather indignantly, and strode back towards the entrance to the alley, away from this creature’s home and away from another potential friendship – a process that had become quick and painless over the years. In doing so, however, he was surprised to be met by a second face. He halted his steps abruptly and cocked an eyebrow at the newcomer. Her face was hidden in the shadows with theirs, making it difficult for Boon to make an assumption of her. He did assume one thing, however: she seemed quite normal enough...
"Can we help you?" He asked most pompously. Gripping his staff nearest the clock-end, he rapped upon its face with his other hand and looked to her. "There are only so many minutes in a day, you know, and I've no doubt that you're wasting them by coming here."

[Psycho Duck]

"Well, you could always fade into obscurity." Psycho Duck took his time to walk up beside Boon but stopped when he noticed the stranger at the head of the alley. He rolled his neck as he looked the tall creature up and down. Something about it seemed human; two legs, two arms, one head. But then again something about it did not seem right. Maybe it had two hearts. Did it have two hearts? Psycho Duck listened, but despite his good hearing, heard nothing.

Psycho Duck looked back at Boon and scoffed himself. He elbowed Boon in the side, "No need to be so confrontational Boon, can't you see the creature is hungry?" He lifted up some moldy bread from, his pocket, brushed off the mold and took a bite. "Hey are you okay? You seem out of it. Either that or it's me. Am I out of it?"

[Soso]

The alleyway was, in fact, much darker than Soso had anticipated. This, however, served her well; her eyes, which had surrendered to the dismal surroundings, almost immediately fell on the staff which the tall stranger had so vicariously rapt on. Her eyes followed the dimmed lines and angles of the object, falling on the smiling cloak face in its centre. Weightless in it's guardians grasp, Soso knew that the design, make, and material of the very thing was surreal in it's own presence. It was only at that moment that she realized that, though she could not make out the possessors features, every detail of the staff was deeply defined in the clandestine glow it set off.

Her body shifted; she placed her hands on her hip, shoulders back and pelvis forward, eyes still keen on the handsome stave before her. However, a shadow drew her eye, shorter and in the shape of something with some human, albeit short, resemblance. Reluctantly, she lowered her eyes to the spot of darkness. She answered, "I have a rather light appetite, really. But what exactly are you out of? I daresay 'it', but do I really know you well enough to know what 'it' is to you?" Soso splayed her hand out not far from her body; as if holding out an invisible platter for the creature to place his explanation. "I do believe and introduction is in order to get to the bottom of this mystery."

[Psycho Duck]

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife as Psycho Duck looked from one to the other. On the one side was Boon, being confrontational in both body posture and manner. On the other, the articulate and human yet not human... thing. It was nice, it guessed, but not very savy.

Psycho Duck wanted nothing more than to tap his wristband to figure out what it was, but instead he stuffed the rest of the bread into his mouth and looked back to Boon.

"You're on your own Boon." Psycho Duck spoke through the bread and licked his fingers. "Just try not to be so rigid." He looked back and gave a little bow, before walking off into the alleyway and disappearing into the shadows.

[Boon]

As Psycho Duck made his leisurely retreat back into the darkness, Boon struggled to find the proper retort to the hybrid’s offhanded goodbye. He stammered for a moment, admittedly surprised that Psycho Duck wasn’t going to attempt to rid his home of a second intruder. Remembering his pride, however, he promptly ceased his efforts, turning away from the eccentric alley-dweller and back to the task at hand – talking away this curious human...
"If you’re looking for an introduction from me," Boon returned coolly, "You won’t have it until I receive one from you." Nonchalant and as condescending as ever, he swung his weighty staff over his shoulder and sauntered up towards the fellow trespasser. He leaned in close to her, examining what he could of her shade-laden face, and eventually came to draw the conclusion that she was as normal a human as the rest in this quiet, island town. It was true, however, that Boon was dreadfully notorious for having poor judgment in the realms of appearance.
"You speak intelligently enough..." He observed, pressing his fingers against his chin thoughtfully, "Are you looking for something in particular here? Or do you really have nothing else to do but make small-talk in a dump like this...?"

[Soso]

Soso batted her lashes twice, staving off time and his questions. He was obviously not very kind, but she didn't feel the need to teach him proper manners today. No, it was better to watch and taunt.
Moving past him in a blur of motion, spying him subtly, masking it with a passive yet curious investigation of their surroundings. She nodded to the cluster of cans a short way away. Even from the distance, a rancid odor sullied the air as flies hovered over their prize. She tilted her head innocently, "I apologize. Did I interrupt your meal?"
She strolled to a half-open can. Peering in, her face scrunched at the smell permeating from a mysterious brown substance from within. She added conversationally into the depths of the can,"Fowl supper for the fowl tongued, I suppose."