Queens 1062 By: Naoto Aeron/ Metal Sonic EX
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It would seem as if I'm doing another joint fic with Aeron. I'll warn you before hand, I've never played the Castlevania series before, thus I'll probably cause a few characters to be out-of-character. Still, I'll try. Here goes…
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Episode 2 - Part 1: The Pilot Episode - Part 3
"You couldn't even cap a crippled person! You're history!"
"I'm sorry, but we're looking for someone who's... gentler with kids..."
"Get lost, loser!"
"You're fired!"
"You're outta here!"
"You're gone!"
Soma walked down the street, grumbling about how he wanted to be in school rather than job hunting. After all, it was so… demeaning. Few knew it, but Soma hated dressing up. When he was a child, he was forced to dress up for his birthday and, halfway through the party, snapped and went nuts with a spatula. "Stupid society and its' rules." He'd tried being just about everything. Librarian. Hitman. Postal worker. Truck driver. Hell, he'd even tried a day care center, but that didn't turn out so well... "Never again will I touch a child with gelled hair."
At the same time, Iris was searching for a place to establish a new pizza place. It seemed like every street had a Little Seizures… I mean, Caesars or a Pizza Hut. But, then, her luck changed. A place was for rent and it was a nice, small little building not to far from her house.
As Soma paused to look at a building for sale, Iris stopped next to him. Soma looked her over and took two seconds to make his remark. "What's the leotard for?" Iris started, then turned to him. "Isn't it rude to say something like that before introducing yourself?"
Soma bowed. "You're right. My apologies. I'm Soma. What's with the leotard?" Iris' cheeks puffed up in anger. "Have you even heard of the word manners?" Soma shrugged. "I try to avoid it."
Iris' eye would've start twitching if she didn't turn on her heel and begin walking away. "Where you going?" Iris stopped and turned around. "I'm looking for a place to establish a new pizza place. Not that it's any of your concern!"
Soma turned to his right. "You mean this dump? It's pretty screwed up in there." Iris paused, then walked back. Indeed, it was. The small little building sat in the middle of a concrete lot with weeds growing out of every orifice. Inside, the roof had partly fallen inwards.
"You're right…" Soma turned and inspected Iris again. "I could help you know…" Iris turned to him. "And why would I want that?" Soma turned to the building. "Well, there's a multitude of reasons. I need a job. I have nothing to do. You know my name. Plus, I'm right here."
Iris drifted off and began thinking. "You never did introduce yourself." Iris snapped out of him and looked to him. "I'm Iris Cummings." Soma held out his hand. "Soma Cruz." Iris shook his hand, then they turned to the building. "Well, let's get to it."
The two began walking forward, then Soma turned to her. "Have you bought the place yet?" Iris paused. "Wait… I left the house… Looked for this place…"
Iris started and spun around. "Ack! I spent all my time looking for this place that I forgot to…" Soma put a hand on her shoulder. "You're welcome for preventing you from breaking and entering."
Iris sighed. "Wait… Can you cook?" Soma raised an eyebrow. "Cook? Uh… Kinda…" Iris shrugged. "Well, I've got no one else right now, so I guess that you can be a chef when we're done."
She walked off, leaving a baffled Soma behind. He held up a hand to protest, but lowered it when she turned the corner. "A pizza chef…" He groaned and trudged after her. "It's a job, but... Just wait 'til the others hear about this"
------------------------------------------------------------ Episode 2 - Part 2: Eye Of The Beholder
In a random skyscraper in Brooklyn, on the 34th floor, two amateur cameraman lived their lives. Little did they know that their worlds were about to be flipped upside down.
"Isaac! I'm hearing the voices again!" Isaac sighed and poked his head out of the bathroom, bubbling at the mouth. "Ah! Rabies!" Isaac shook his head and walked back into the bathroom. "I'm bwuffing ma teef."
Isaac Aeron, the smart one, was currently, as a matter of fact, bwuffing his teef. Henry 'Gizmo' Byrdmann was the lesser of two halves and the more light-headed.
Isaac called him Gizmo because, due to his lack of intelligence, he could, at times, have a 'smart fart' as he called them, and actually say something intelligent for five minutes. During these 'smart farts', Gizmo could either fix broken equipment within minutes or think of another gadget to 'assist' them.
Isaac rinsed his mouth, then spit out the residue. "What are you doing?" Isaac washed his face, then walked into the living room. "I'm currently entangled with the most diabolical tumor on the face of society that has ever occurred!" Isaac rolled his eyes. "I think you're having a smart fart." Gizmo shrugged. "I guess."
When having a 'smart fart', Gizmo would become aware of it until it had ended. Then, he say, 'I think I just had a smart fart!' to which Isaac would reply, 'Congrats. You're having another one.' to which Gizmo would say, 'Really?' to which Isaac would simply shake his head.
Isaac approached him and raised an eyebrow. "A Rubik's Cube." Gizmo got a twitch in his eye before growled. "That's easy." Gizmo glared at Isaac, then gave him the cube. In three simple twists, Isaac solved it. "I now hate you with a passion never before know to mankind."
Isaac shook his head, then sat down on the couch. "Hey, Gizmo." Gizmo growled. "Hey! What?!" Isaac scoffed. "When do you think we'll get our big break?" Just then, the phone rang.
Gizmo jumped to his feet and ran to it. "In the future, we'll communicate through video screens, not through telephones." He pushed the speakerphone button. "Isaac!!" Gizmo flipped out and fell to the ground. "And Gizmo… I've got an assignment for you."
Isaac ran his fingers through his hair. "Yo, Kairon, what's up?" The person on the other line snorted. "A lot. Have you heard of the recent vigilante activity?" Isaac smirked. "How could we not?"
Gizmo stood up and brushed himself off. "Well, we've finally got a name! Retina!" Isaac and Gizmo exchanged looks. "What's wrong? Was 'Eyeball Man' taken?"
Kairon growled, then snorted. "This is no time for joking, Gizmo. This is serious. There hasn't been any decent footage of him yet and I know a lot of people who'd be willing to pay hundreds for good footage." Gizmo and Isaac exchanged thoughtful smirks.
"Where do we start?" Kairon snorted, but it was on of his rare amusing snorts. "There's been a sighting recently in Queens. I want you to head there ASAP." Gizmo mock-saluted. "Yes, sir!"
Gizmo disconnected and looked around. "Cool! An assignment." Isaac smirked and ran into his room. For the past five minutes, he'd had a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Where's the camera?" Gizmo looked and shrugged. "It's between your legs." Gizmo started, then looked down at the camera that was between his legs. "Was this always here?"
Isaac came out with a red hoodie and cargo pants. "Not always. I'm surprised nothing's broken." Isaac quickly picked it up and examined it. "Nope. Nothing. You're lucky." Gizmo smiled gleefully. "Really?!" Isaac sighed. "Get out of your pajamas and let's go."
Gizmo stepped back. "Whoa! Hold it! Don't you think that we should go out first or something? I mean, it is a bit quick…" Isaac stood there with his mouth open.
"First off, I'm not gay. I just told you to get dressed. And second, if you ever say something like that again, I will tie you to the front of a U-haul and go joyriding."
Isaac walked off to gather the rest of the equipment as Gizmo walked into his room. "Okay, now… We're I put the tripod?" Isaac knelt down and looked under the couch as Gizmo ran into the room. "Wait a minute! We're going joyriding?!"
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"Sir, we have a problem."
"Problem?"
"Yes, sir. One such 'Paranomaly Inc.' has just moved to Queens from Castlevania."
"You mean that place with Dracula?"
"Yes, sir."
"Hmm... This'll require my attention. Alfred!"
"It's Greg, sir."
"Whatever... Fetch my outfit. I must see into these affairs."
"Right away, sir..."
"Soon, all of Queens will fear my name. Oops! I'm sounding like the bad guy now."
"You're costume, sir."
"Ah, thank you, Al... Alfred, did you wash my costume?"
"Yes, sir."
"Why?"
"Pardon, sir?"
"Look at it! My costume looks like it was made for teddy bears!"
"With all do respect, sir. There are others matters at hand."
"True. I'll need a new costume. A temporary one."
"Sir..."
"Yes?"
"Look at this, sir."
"What's... Oh no... This can't be! It's..."
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Personally, I don't think that it was that bad for my first shot at this fic. But, things can only go up from here, right? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Next time: Naoto and Gizmo set off to investigate 'Retina' and Iris begins remodeling.