AGAIN with the disclaimer: Not mine...don't sue.
The Sun was shining brightly overhead, and there were even few scatter birds singing. The sounds of laughter filled the air, and the sky was a clear blue, with only one or two clouds. Almost a perfect day. The kind of day that makes a person glad to be alive.
This sentiment, however, was lost on Spawn, who was in the process of setting up a home base for himself. But Tokyo lacked the filth and waste of New York, the things that made Spawn feel at ease in some small way. He had finally found an alley where he could spend his 'free' time, and store the few things he had brought with him...after he finished making himself a new throne.
So there he was, sitting with the slouch he always seemed to be using after his rebirth, a semi-clean rag in one hand, and a sawed-off double-barreled shotgun in the other. He was in the middle of cleaning and oiling the weapon, which hadn't seen much action recently – he was worried it would get rusty or worse. However, he was pleasantly surprised to see that it was still in top-shape, and with a final rub, set it aside and picked up a sub-machine gun. There was a hint of motion behind him, and without looking away from his cleaning, he said, "You can come out now."
"As sharp as ever, eh Spawn?" Mammon emerged from behind him and sat down on a crate he had deemed the cleanest...after sweeping it off, anyway. "I see you're making yourself at home..."
Spawn remained focused on cleaning his guns, depositing the SMG next to the shotgun, and reaching for the other, taking the clip out and checking it. Satisfied with that, he gave it a swipe and set it down, then looked at Mammon with narrowed eyes. "What is it now?"
"I just wanted to make sure you were still here, that's all."
"It's something more than that, isn't it?" Spawn covered the guns with the cloth and tilted his head towards Mammon. "I can tell...you never make an appearance unless there's something you want me to do for you."
The guide raised his hands in a gesture. "You're right, of course."
"Of course," Spawn nodded, more to himself, as he steepled his fingers and relaxed slightly. "What is it this time?"
"I want you to promise me that you'll work with those girls, Spawn."
"Mammon..."
"I mean it, Spawn."
"...Fine, I swear I'll work with them, as long as you stop bringing it up again and again...Now if there's nothing else...?" Spawn looked up at Mammon, who stood.
"That's all...for now. If something important comes up, I'll let you know."
Spawn sighed as he was left alone again. "Somedays..." he muttered sullenly, before checking over his guns again.
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This sentiment was shared by another person, but for a different reason.
Rei Hino was impatiently tapping her foot as she leaned against the door of the Tsukino residence. "How did I get talked into this?" she muttered under her breath as she swung her school bag back and forth to pass the time.
That was when the door opened and sent her sprawling to the ground.
"Sorry Rei, I didn't know you where standing there," Usagi's voice broke into the angry girl's thoughts. She stood up as fast as she could, and spun on her heels, glaring angrily.
"You stupid meatball head! Don't you ever look where you're going?!"
The blonde cringed, and muttered, "Well, YOU were the one blocking the door..."
Sighing, Rei facepalmed. "Fine...it's not your fault, it's not my fault. Happy?"
"Yep."
"Anyway, are you ready to go? We're gonna be late..." The raven-haired girl began pushing her friend in the general direction of their school.
"Hey, not so hard!"
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Sitting atop an aging cathedral, the tell-tale red cape of Spawn was fluttering about as the fallen warrior sat atop a broken cross, lost in his thoughts. The gun-cleaning was important work...this was his downtime.
/This is a fine mess you've gotten into, Simmons. How on Earth are you going to manage this one?/
Since no answer was forthcoming, he remained where he was, brooding over his dilemma and waiting.
That didn't help much either, but old habits die hard...as Al Simmons himself.
/Okay, so you can't figure this one out right now...It'll come to you with some time.../
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It was about five in the evening when the five girls were once more in the Arcade, arguing over the current situation...to be specific, they were arguing over a certain detail.
"I'm willing to work with them, but we don't know anything about that big one, what's-his-name..." Minako was saying, before Ami held up a hand.
"Spawn. He's called Spawn. And while I fundamentally agree with you, it's not polite to pry into his personal affairs. I don't see any of us revealing who we really are, so why should he? Maybe he has the same issues about trusting us that we do about him," she supplied helpfully.
"Ami has a point," Makoto nodded her agreement. "We can't go out and say who we are, and neither can he. It's the way things are."
"Okay, okay...I get the point!" Minako held up her arms, laughing. "You guys win, okay?"
"That'll do, for now," Ami smiled back at her friend, taking a sip from her milkshake. "But you really should stop being so distrustful...It's rather obvious Spawn's on our side...He's a lot like you, really. So...lonesome, and single. After all, you were a Senshi before the rest of us, and in your own way, you're a lot like him."
"Okay, okay...we get the point...yeesh," the blonde gave up, hands up. "You win, okay?"
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Sitting in a small café in New York was an obese creature with frizzy white hair, a leather jacket, strained blue pants, and a blue face with evil red eyes was eating a piece of pie...which was covered with maggots.
"I love this pie..." he said, grinning as he slurped down a handful of maggots that had gotten away from him. "Especially the toppings..."
Everyone else in the place was slowly inching towards the exits, when he laughed.
"Awww, come on...doesn't anyone want any pie?" he cackled, stopping everyone with a glare. When no one answered, he finished his meal, then got up and grinned evilly. "Well now...I need to work off some calories..."
That was when the screaming started.
The Sun was shining brightly overhead, and there were even few scatter birds singing. The sounds of laughter filled the air, and the sky was a clear blue, with only one or two clouds. Almost a perfect day. The kind of day that makes a person glad to be alive.
This sentiment, however, was lost on Spawn, who was in the process of setting up a home base for himself. But Tokyo lacked the filth and waste of New York, the things that made Spawn feel at ease in some small way. He had finally found an alley where he could spend his 'free' time, and store the few things he had brought with him...after he finished making himself a new throne.
So there he was, sitting with the slouch he always seemed to be using after his rebirth, a semi-clean rag in one hand, and a sawed-off double-barreled shotgun in the other. He was in the middle of cleaning and oiling the weapon, which hadn't seen much action recently – he was worried it would get rusty or worse. However, he was pleasantly surprised to see that it was still in top-shape, and with a final rub, set it aside and picked up a sub-machine gun. There was a hint of motion behind him, and without looking away from his cleaning, he said, "You can come out now."
"As sharp as ever, eh Spawn?" Mammon emerged from behind him and sat down on a crate he had deemed the cleanest...after sweeping it off, anyway. "I see you're making yourself at home..."
Spawn remained focused on cleaning his guns, depositing the SMG next to the shotgun, and reaching for the other, taking the clip out and checking it. Satisfied with that, he gave it a swipe and set it down, then looked at Mammon with narrowed eyes. "What is it now?"
"I just wanted to make sure you were still here, that's all."
"It's something more than that, isn't it?" Spawn covered the guns with the cloth and tilted his head towards Mammon. "I can tell...you never make an appearance unless there's something you want me to do for you."
The guide raised his hands in a gesture. "You're right, of course."
"Of course," Spawn nodded, more to himself, as he steepled his fingers and relaxed slightly. "What is it this time?"
"I want you to promise me that you'll work with those girls, Spawn."
"Mammon..."
"I mean it, Spawn."
"...Fine, I swear I'll work with them, as long as you stop bringing it up again and again...Now if there's nothing else...?" Spawn looked up at Mammon, who stood.
"That's all...for now. If something important comes up, I'll let you know."
Spawn sighed as he was left alone again. "Somedays..." he muttered sullenly, before checking over his guns again.
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This sentiment was shared by another person, but for a different reason.
Rei Hino was impatiently tapping her foot as she leaned against the door of the Tsukino residence. "How did I get talked into this?" she muttered under her breath as she swung her school bag back and forth to pass the time.
That was when the door opened and sent her sprawling to the ground.
"Sorry Rei, I didn't know you where standing there," Usagi's voice broke into the angry girl's thoughts. She stood up as fast as she could, and spun on her heels, glaring angrily.
"You stupid meatball head! Don't you ever look where you're going?!"
The blonde cringed, and muttered, "Well, YOU were the one blocking the door..."
Sighing, Rei facepalmed. "Fine...it's not your fault, it's not my fault. Happy?"
"Yep."
"Anyway, are you ready to go? We're gonna be late..." The raven-haired girl began pushing her friend in the general direction of their school.
"Hey, not so hard!"
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Sitting atop an aging cathedral, the tell-tale red cape of Spawn was fluttering about as the fallen warrior sat atop a broken cross, lost in his thoughts. The gun-cleaning was important work...this was his downtime.
/This is a fine mess you've gotten into, Simmons. How on Earth are you going to manage this one?/
Since no answer was forthcoming, he remained where he was, brooding over his dilemma and waiting.
That didn't help much either, but old habits die hard...as Al Simmons himself.
/Okay, so you can't figure this one out right now...It'll come to you with some time.../
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It was about five in the evening when the five girls were once more in the Arcade, arguing over the current situation...to be specific, they were arguing over a certain detail.
"I'm willing to work with them, but we don't know anything about that big one, what's-his-name..." Minako was saying, before Ami held up a hand.
"Spawn. He's called Spawn. And while I fundamentally agree with you, it's not polite to pry into his personal affairs. I don't see any of us revealing who we really are, so why should he? Maybe he has the same issues about trusting us that we do about him," she supplied helpfully.
"Ami has a point," Makoto nodded her agreement. "We can't go out and say who we are, and neither can he. It's the way things are."
"Okay, okay...I get the point!" Minako held up her arms, laughing. "You guys win, okay?"
"That'll do, for now," Ami smiled back at her friend, taking a sip from her milkshake. "But you really should stop being so distrustful...It's rather obvious Spawn's on our side...He's a lot like you, really. So...lonesome, and single. After all, you were a Senshi before the rest of us, and in your own way, you're a lot like him."
"Okay, okay...we get the point...yeesh," the blonde gave up, hands up. "You win, okay?"
-------
Sitting in a small café in New York was an obese creature with frizzy white hair, a leather jacket, strained blue pants, and a blue face with evil red eyes was eating a piece of pie...which was covered with maggots.
"I love this pie..." he said, grinning as he slurped down a handful of maggots that had gotten away from him. "Especially the toppings..."
Everyone else in the place was slowly inching towards the exits, when he laughed.
"Awww, come on...doesn't anyone want any pie?" he cackled, stopping everyone with a glare. When no one answered, he finished his meal, then got up and grinned evilly. "Well now...I need to work off some calories..."
That was when the screaming started.