Bang babies
Second generation
By: Ser Pent
"And who is the newest one?" A deep male voice questioned, dark eyes glancing to a younger metahuman, scanning their body quickly.
"He says his name is Ser." The red-haired Meta told the darker Meta. A finger tapped the red head on the shoulder.
"Um, Hotstreak? It's pronounced like stare, but without a t. Not like sir. Wanted you to know." The boy told Hotstreak, who's real name was Francis. The young boy smiled, crossing his arms.
"…Thanks. Anyways, he's the newest Bang Baby of this gas cloud." A tanned hand landed on Ser's shoulder. "He still hasn't revealed his powers yet though Ebon. He claims he doesn't know." A finger poked Francis in the side again.
"You have it wrong again. I have told you. I keep telling you. I'm the incarnation of luck." He turned to Ebon. "I apologize for interrupting you sir. I still wish to join your group. I could really come in handy." He smiled a little, almost smug.
The shadowed man thought it over for a brief moment, then gestured with one hand to the door. "Why not? Have someone show him around. Let him pick a room, or a bunk if we're out." Both boys bowed their heads and walked out, the taller one in the lead.
"So...where do I sleep? I was hoping to bunk with someone. I hate sleeping in a room by myself." The tanned boy's brows pulled together.
"Fine, fine. I was wondering something. What's your full name?" The taller boy stopped, leaning against a wall. The paler boy followed suit, but kept both feet flat on the ground.
"Ser Pent. Why do you ask, Frankie?" A small smile lit the younger boy's face as the older one growled quietly.
"First off, it's either Hotstreak or F-Stop. Not Frankie. Never Frankie. Second, why is your name so weird? Ser Pent? Seriously?" Francis, I mean F-Stop, glared at Ser. "Are you a snake or something?"
"Yeah, kinda. I wish I was. I love reptiles. Snakes are the coolest. I have this doctor, and if you ask her nicely, she'll do stuff no other doc will. Such as point your ears, give you fake whiskers, you get the idea." Was it just him, or did Hotstreak hear slight emphasis on the boy's S's?
"Stick out your tongue." He ordered the boy, standing up straight and uncrossing his arms. The boy gave him a questioning look but did as he was told and stuck out his tongue.
"Whath wong?" Ser asked, his tongue hanging down.
"Is your tongue...split in half?" Frankie asked, unable to believe his eyes. The younger boy grinned and made the two halves criss-cross, then loop into a small knot before wiping his chin and grinning again, his tongue back in his mouth.
"Like I said; I know a doc. Do you like it?" He smirked, flicking the tip of his nose with one half. The older boy found himself nodding, a small smile gracing his own lips.
"Can she do the same for me?" He asked, turning to continue his walk down the hallway.
"Doubt it. She said she owed me a favor last time we talked, but I don't think you'll like it. You'll be in pain for a couple weeks, can't eat anything, your tongue wrapped in bandages, not to mention the swelling. You'll have to be ready for extreme amounts of pain, then you'll have to be ready for follow up exams, appointments, checkups, all kinds of crap for up to twelve months after the surgery. Even then, you could find out how much of a pain in the ass it is to take care of, and you'll realize you hate it. But there are upsides too. You can do tricks, like tie it in a knot, and if you get a girl, or, if you go that way, a boy, both of you find out that it feels really good while kissing." The boy turned a light shade of red as he spoke. "So...do you still want to go through with it?" He turned his face back up to the taller male.
"I'll have to think about it. What's your doc's name?" Hotstreak glanced down at the younger boy and saw the red, but ignored it.
"Classified info until you decide. I'll call her tonight and let her know she may have another. You have to be positive that you want a split tongue. If you're even one percent unsure, she'll deny." The end of the hallway was coming up, and Ser could hear the sound of billiard balls clunking together.
"Alright. I'll give you a solid answer then. How long does the surgery take?" Frankie led the boy down three steps and into the rec room of the hideout.
"You guys have a pool table?" Ser asked, jumping past the steps and nearly running to the table to watch two people play.
"Streak, who's this? Did Ebon let him join?" A girl with orange hair and wings held the cue stick in one hand, leaning on it a little as another boy took his shot.
"Greetings. My name is Ser, and I am the newest addition to this group. Who might you be?" The boy smiled politely and bowed, looking at the girl in interest.
"I'm Talon. The guy I'm playing against right now is Ferret. That's Shiv on the couch." The girl pointed to each person in turn.
"Yo." Shiv raised one hand and saluted with two fingers, smiling at the newcomer.
"Guys, in case you didn't hear, this is Ser. Pronounced like stare, but with no T in it." Streak walked to the table and took a cue stick from the rack, checking the tip before chalking it. "Anyone want to play me? Same bet as always." Talon and Ferret put away their own cue sticks, both of them shaking their heads.
"No thanks dude. You know you always win. No need to waste our time." Ferret spoke, heading for the seat next to Shiv as Ser walked to the rack and checked each stick before selecting the longest one. It reached six feet in length, whereas Ser was only five seven.
"I'll play you. What's the bet?" He picked up the chalk and used only a little on the tip of the cue stick.
"The bet is great. If I win, the loser has to give me one wish, no matter what it is. Like, say I wish for a personal slave for a week. The loser has to grant it. If I lose however, then the loser gets three wishes, and the same thing ensues. Any wish, no matter what." Streak explained as he got the balls out of the pockets and placed them in the wooden triangle. "How do these go again?" He asked himself, staring at the billiards.
Ser smiled and bumped him out of the way. "It starts with the one ball, solid, then two striped, the third row is solids, with the eight ball in the middle. Next is stripe on the outer edges, and the final row is solids, then stripes, with a solid in the center. You can actually start with any solid, but I'm OCD and do the one ball." He smiled and walked back to the opposite side of the table, lining up the cue ball.
"Would you like to break?" Streak smiled, gesturing to the table with his own cue stick. "Go right on ahead dude." Ser smiled and lined up his shot, leaning over the table for a better view as one eye closed. His left hand kept the stick lined up, his index finger and thumb forming a sort of V as he aimed properly, then took his shot.
"Nice break dude." Shiv clapped his hands.
"Made one in. Just a sec." Ser walked around the table to the side pocket to see what he was. "I'm stripes. My shot again." He smiled and checked the table, seeing another shot. He lined it up properly and took the shot. Another ball slid cleanly into another pocket.
Five minutes later, Ser was lining up the eight ball. "Corner pocket." He said, then took his shot. No one dared breathe as the cue ball rolled around the table, the eight ball on its way to the pocket.
"Score! I win!" The boy did a little dance. Francis stood up from his seat on the couch and popped his back.
"Alright. Fine. You win. Three wishes are yours. Still can't believe I didn't get a single shot..." He grumbled, knocking the solid colored balls into pockets before knocking in the cue ball as well.
"Too bad. You shouldn't have let me shoot first. Told you, incarnation of luck." Talon was the next one to notice the emphasis on the boy's S's. She wondered what it was from, and passed it off as a lisp.
"Dude, what up with your speech?" Ferret asked, his head cocked to one side. Ser grinned and revealed sharpened canine teeth before sticking his tongue out.
"Separated. Split. Torn. Bifurcated. Ripped in two. Like a snake's tongue. Exactly how I wanted it. I'm known as Ser Pent for a reason you know." He smiled, flicking the tip of his nose with one half. "Do you like it? Most girls and guys say yeah, and the one who didn't changed their minds after one session." He crosses his arms and his tongue, smirking slyly.
"One session of what?" Shiv asked, leaning forward. He found the muscle intriguing, and wondered if the person who split Ser's could get him a piercing or three.
"Do you really want to know?" Ser questioned, able to speak clearly even though half of his tongue was out of his mouth.
"Course we do dude. Why not? We're all curious here." Ferret leaned back against the chair he was in and grinned, his nose twitching a little.
"I don't about you guys, but I'm outta here. I already know what he's talking about." Talon stood to leave and Ser turned to let her pass.
"One session of making out. Old people still don't approve though, until I show them some tricks." He smirked, tying the two halves in a loose knot. "They love this one, but most still don't care until I show them this." He undid the knot and flipped the two halves in opposite directions for a moment while he dug in a pocket to retrieve a pen. "One sec. Haven't done it in a while, so I'll have to be careful." He held the pen up close to his tongue and smile a little, letting the two halves grab the pen and uncap it before raising his hand. He leaned forward so the other boys could see as he kept his hand still, using his tongue and only his tongue to write out 'Incarnation of luck, Ser Pent' on his palm.
"Cool trick dude. I'll have to think of getting mine split." Ferret commented, his eyes having already scanned over the words.
"You might not want to." Streak told him, leaning against a wall again with his arms crossed. "What were all the bad sides…oh yeah. Ser said something like 'You'll be in pain for a couple weeks, unable to eat anything, your tongue wrapped in bandages, not to mention the swelling. You'll have to be ready for extreme amounts of pain, then you'll have to be ready for follow up exams, appointments, checkups, all kinds of crap for up to twelve months after the surgery. Even then, you could find out how much of a pain in the ass it is to take care of, and you'll realize you hate it. But there are upsides too. You can do tricks, like tie it in a knot, and if you get a girl, or, if you go that way, a boy, both of you find out that it feels really good while kissing.' And he asked if I was sure. I'm still not one hundred percent, and he also claimed the doc will say no if your even one percent unsure. So." The Meta shrugged and turned to walk out. "Are you gonna pick somewhere to sleep or what? If you don't choose soon, you're sleeping outside." The younger boy smiled and jogged after the older male.
"I'm on my way! Wait up!" Ser called, jogging to catch up with the older male.