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Post by Coraline on Sept 16, 2010 13:45:09 GMT -6
Hermes shook his head, trying to repeat the motion. No voice, couldn't speak, all he could do was flail his arms and act like a total spaz.
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Post by Bryce Langley on Sept 16, 2010 17:01:38 GMT -6
The hybrid found himself stunned, realizing what the winged boy was trying to say. Aiden plucked nervously at the cuff of his jacket, feeling rather awkward. "Oh. I- 'M sorry t'hear that." At least he didn't have to worry about the kid calling the cops on him.
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Post by Coraline on Sept 16, 2010 17:30:37 GMT -6
At least he understood. That was a weight off his mind. He hopped over, motioning to the bench next to him with a shy sort of smile. He could at least try to explain himself. He wasn't going to hurt the serpentine creature.
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Post by Bryce Langley on Sept 16, 2010 17:59:04 GMT -6
The former-marksman paused at the invitation, not quite sure if he should risk it. The bench was really out in the open, well-lit by the lamppost when it finally flickered on and shaded by a large overhanging oak. From his place by the maple, he could pick out at least 4 places where someone could put up a sniper on one of the surrounding buildings to take him out, and he wasn't in a very good vantage spot. But he didn't want to be rude... Swallowing hard, Aiden approached with caution, keeping an eye out for any signs of a possible threat. Well, so far, so good... "So, ah, you new in town too?"
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Post by Coraline on Sept 16, 2010 18:42:59 GMT -6
Hermes shook his head, trying to show that he lived in town, and worked there. He pointed to his empty work bag, that once held letters earlier in the day.
He noticed the creature's unease, and took a moment to look around for any sort of threat, but there was none that he could detect, and he was a bird - nothing if not permanently cautious. Satisfied with the state of their situation, he settled in. He looked at the creature, pointing to Aiden's tail and then to his own wings as if to ask if they were anything similar.
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Post by Bryce Langley on Sept 16, 2010 18:53:48 GMT -6
It took him a moment to properly decipher what the boy was trying to say, still rather nervous and trying not to show it, though his faintly buzzing rattle ruined any attempts. "Local then, ey? Good f'you. Just got in m'self, 'bout a week ago. Uh, waitin' on this trial thing..." Aiden gave a soft sigh, finally getting up the nerve to approach the bench proper, the end of his tail curling loosely around one of the bench's legs as he sat down, picking idly at the short sharp claws that tipped his fingers. He caught onto the boy's silent question after a moment, and shifted uneasily, still rather uncomfortable with the mess his life had ended up in. "I, ah, I was experimented on. Didn' used t'have scales..."
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Post by Coraline on Sept 16, 2010 21:08:09 GMT -6
Hermes blinked at him. He had always had his wings. He couldn't really imagine being without them. He fluttered around the naga, looking at his tail before delicately perching on it.
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Post by Bryce Langley on Sept 17, 2010 11:48:21 GMT -6
Aiden stiffened when the boy took flight, partially from shock but also due to his snake instincts connecting the sound of flapping wings to pain and reacting accordingly, but when the winged child simply landed and didn't do anything to harm him, he managed to relax a bit, though his rattle still buzzed faintly. Weird how light the kid was. Probably needed to be to fly, though. "So, uh, w-what about you? Ya always been a flier?"
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Post by Coraline on Sept 17, 2010 19:38:21 GMT -6
Hermes nodded at the question, gently running his fingers over the smooth scales, smiling like a giddy child. They were so soft! He'd never gotten close enough to a real snake without it having tried to eat him, and this felt so good to him. He motioned to the naga's hand, intending to spell out his name on his palm.
B I R D O F H E R M E S
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Post by Bryce Langley on Sept 17, 2010 21:26:35 GMT -6
"Hm?" Aiden didn't quite catch on at first, wondering what the winged boy wanted, but let his hand be taken anyway, and watched curiously as the youth seemed to try spelling something out. He cocked his head to one side, shifting to get a better look at what the boy was doing. "Bird of... Hermes? Is that your name?" The naga gave a small smile, the anxious buzzing of his rattle finally falling silent. "I'm Aiden."
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Post by Coraline on Sept 17, 2010 22:27:49 GMT -6
Hermes mouthed the word, even though he couldn't say anything. Aiden. He smiled. It was a pretty name. The Bird of Hermes. That was his full title and he wore it proudly.
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Post by Bryce Langley on Sept 18, 2010 0:20:38 GMT -6
The former marksman smiled, giving a soft laugh as he carefully took the boy's hand in his own, shaking gently so as not to nick the kid with his claws. "Nice t'meet ya, Hermes." Aiden would have liked to say more, but he heard the distinctive sound of footsteps coming up the pathway and almost immediately panicked, lurching up and bolting for the nearest cover, ducking swiftly under the bench and curling into a defensive coil.
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Post by Coraline on Sept 18, 2010 11:02:46 GMT -6
Hermes fluttered onto the bench, looking around for the source of footsteps.
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Post by Bryce Langley on Sept 18, 2010 18:14:24 GMT -6
A tall broad man with deep brown skin and dressed in a crisp black suit came striding out of the dark, frowning down at his beeping watch before looking around, his eyes shaded by sunglasses despite the oncoming darkness. "Aiden. You know you're not to leave base without protection." The naga peeked out of his coils, yellow eyes glinting in the lamplight. "Don?"
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Post by Coraline on Sept 18, 2010 23:36:47 GMT -6
Hermes folded his arms, standing up on the bench and looking like an angry bird. If he had a voice, he would be ripping the man to pieces with his tongue. He was a competent protector! And how dare he make his newfound friend worry!?
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