The duo walked quickly to there destination, making small talk as they walked. She hugged his arm. When they walked in, a few people looked at Alice in surprise and she fidgeted. Must be kids from school. Brandon strode confidently to the waiter. "Table for two, please." Brandon asked, sending a hot glare at anyone who grimaced or seemed aggravated.
The Waiter looked at Alice. "Eh... OK." he said and led them to a table, refusing to look them in the eye.
'Fucking asshole, thinks he's too high horse.' Brandon thought angrily to Alice as they took their seats.
Alice sighed. "I don't even know why I wanted to come back here."
"Probably because you missed your home." Brandon suggested, feeling a twang of homesickness at the mention.
Alice sighed. "Funny, I miss it when I'm gone. Hate it when I'm here. Seems I'm never happy, eh?" she joked.
"Like I said earlier, everyone's a little bipolar in their teen years." Brandon responded, smiling a slight grin at her.
Alice smiled. "Too bad I've been stuck in mine for almost a century, eh?"
"Yeah, that's definitely gotta suck." He replied, a slight shudder running through him at the thought.
Alice sighed. "Eh, oh well."
"Shit happens, right?" he replied, his signature grin reappearing on his lips.
She grinned back with a chuckle. "Yep!"
"When's the waiter gonna come?" Brandon suddenly asked, looking over his shoulder to see if he could spot the man.
Alice frowns. "Probably trying to avoid me. I'm not very well liked here."
"Fuckin' asshole..." Brandon muttered to himself, seeing the waiter glance over and then quickly look away. "Hey buddy, we're waiting here!"
Alice leans back on her chair. "This is gonna be a loooooooong wait."
Brandon sighed angrily before turning back, shaking his head. "God damn it." He replied, a little relieved since Red Lobster wasn't exactly his most favorite of dining establishments.
"I'm sorry," Alice replied.
"It's fine." Brandon said, waving it off. "You shouldn't be the one apologizing."
Alice rubbed her arm nervously. "Oh, OK,"
The duo waited another ten or fifteen minutes before Brandon finally had enough. "You know what? Fuck this." Brandon said angrily, grabbing Alice's arm before marching angrily out the door.
"Sorry..." Alice muttered.
"Why are you sorry?" Brandon asked suddenly, slowing his pace as they returned to Kidd's mansion.
"It's my fault. No one here likes me, and that's why they didn't wait on us," Alice explained.
"Correction, everyone but one person dislikes you." Brandon interrupted, grinning at her. "Besides, I could make a much better meal than that fast food chain could ever produce."
Alice smiled. "The last person who ate my food died, which is why I try to cook for Kidd, but for some reason, cyanide doesn't effect him..."
"Uh...you are aware what cyanide is, correct?" Brandon asked, a little dumbfounded.
"Yeah, it's poison." Alice grinned.
"Good, so you are aware that it's not a cooking commodity." Brandon realized with a sigh. "Besides, cyanide more than likely has no effect on Reapers. I mean, you can't kill Death."
"Damn." Alice scowled.
"'The only things guaranteed in life are death and taxes.'" Brandon recited, hoping he remembered the quote correctly.
Alice chuckled. "Unless you're like me and leech off some rich kid."
"Eh, even that can change." Brandon said with a shrug, keeping an impassive face.
"Eh, true," Alice chuckled.
"Well, here we are." Brandon said, arriving in front of the untouched building in the war-torn neighborhood.
"Home, sweet home, I guess," Alice shrugged.
"Better than the hell out here." Brandon suggested, gesturing to a destroyed building across the road.
Alice chuckled. "Not much of a difference."
"Maybe, but in there we get free food." Brandon replied with a grin, always thinking with his stomach.
Alice burst out laughing. "Of course!"
Brandon shrugged with a grin. "What can I say? I have food on the brain."
Alice's stomach growled. "Well... I am pretty hungry..."
"Then let's go in." Brandon said with a grin, grabbing Alice's hand before racing towards the door. Alice grinned and ran after him. The two quickly entered the building, and Brandon made a bee-line to the spacious fridge. He soon return with ingredients to prepare a seafood meal, but remembered a memory faintly. "Hey Alice, what was that recipe that I invented that had the ground beef and some sort of sauce?" Brandon asked, trying to search through his essentially non-existent memory.
"Hmmm... I think it was half normal spaghetti, half raw meat and steak sauce." Alice replied.
"Thank you." Brandon said, then put the ingredients away. He soon returned with a packet of angel hair spaghetti, a pound of raw ground beef, a steak sauce bottle, a bowl, and a pit. He filled the pot with water and put it on the stove, turning it on, and then returned his attention to the frozen beef. After 20 seconds in the microwave, the meat was soft enough to handle. He quickly washed his hands, and separated the large knot of beef. He laid that out, and returned his attention to the boiling water. He put in the pasta and allowed it to cook for seven minutes. After that, he strained out the water and poured the pasta into the bowl. He then added the beef and mixed the two together into an even blend, occasionally adding a splash of steak sauce. Once finished with that, he added a final splash to the top, and handed it to Alice. "Here you go." He said, handing the Luke-warm bowl to her.
Alice took a bite and grinned. "Want some~?"
"I think I'll pass on the raw beef." Brandon said somewhat hesitantly, waving his hand in refusal. "I just find some noodles or something."
"Um, OK!" Alice smiled. "More for me!"
"I made it for you, anyways." Brandon said, rummaging through the cupboard. "Oh sweet! Ramen!" He said happily, taking out a boil before starting to boil more water.
Alice chuckled. "I love you."
"I love you too, Alice." Brandon replied with a grin, his hidden face showing curiosity and fear since he struggled to form the words in his head. Alice dug into her 'spaghetti', hearing someone walk down the stairs. Brandon didn't, as he was too focused on the boiling water and cooking instructions on the ramen container.
Kidd walked in. "Brandon, you start school tomorrow."
"...What?" Brandon asked over his shoulder, trying to process the sudden bombshell, hoping he misheard the Reaper.
"I can't be with Alice at school all the time," Kidd replied. "You and Cameron need to make sure she isn't hurt."
"Ok, then I'm gonna need clothes, books, and a weapon." Brandon responded, knowing that an actual blade or firearm would be more practical than using Alice or Cameron.
"I'll help you with that!" Alice chimed.
Brandon looked over at the ex-wendigo. "If you want, but I'm probably not gonna let you choose my clothes." Brandon said, not wanting to stray from his signature style.
"I won't try to pick them for you," Alice chuckled.
"Good, cause I wouldn't want to insult your sense of fashion." Brandon joked, chuckling lowly to himself.
"I don't HAVE a sense of fashion!" she laughed.
"I had a hunch." Brandon replied, giving another, short chuckle. He then returned his attention to the now boiling water, and poured it into the bowl.
"By the way, Alice, your surgery is in a few days," Kidd chimed.
Brandon immediately stopped. "Surgery?" He asked, confusion and trepidation in his voice.
"To get the snake out of her. Alice, Medusa fed you something to drain your life source. Then you got your period, correct?" Kidd asked.
"Wait, but she cooked AFTER I got it..." She looked thoughtful for a moment before a look of realization came on her face. Then anger. "THAT DAMNED BASTARD!"
Brandon gritted his teeth, remembering their awful stay with that awful woman. "Fucking whore is the same everywhere, ain't she?" He questioned, remembering when he was forced to work for her and was disemboweled in his own dimension.
Alice scowled. "Right after Brandon and Medusa's little SLAVE had a fight, I felt a prick on the back of my neck. I thought it was a tick, but I guess i was wrong."
"Son of a fuckin' bitch..." Brandon growled lowly, feeling his rage build quickly.
"How long did it take to start feeling cramps?" Kidd asked.
"Five minutes." Alice replied.
"Shit! You may be dieing faster than I thought."
"D-DIEING?!"
"WHAT?!" Brandon exclaimed, just as surprised as Alice.
"Didn't I tell you this earlier?" the god asked. "Oh well. The snake is draining her life force very quickly. Without the surgery, she'll be dead in a matter of weeks."
"Well fuck." Brandon said, searching his memory for Kidd's information. "The surgery will definitely work, correct?"
"Well, Stein said pieces of her soul will most likely have to be replaced, but other than that, yes."
"And where exactly would these pieces come from?" Brandon inquired, wanting every variable accounted for.
"Well, since we're the only meisters that can wield her," Kidd started. "I guess us."
Alice frowned. "But knowing him, he'll try to use as many souls as possible."
"He's going to use her as a lab experiment." Brandon realized, and chuckled lowly. "He's an absolute maniac."
Alice's expression darkened. "I've BEEN a lab experiment."
"And now your life's on the line with someone who's indifferent either way." Brandon explained, airing his thoughts as he unfolded the situation that they're in.
Alice sighed. "God, this place sucks."
"Agreed." Brandon replied, giving a short chuckle while crossing his arms, leaning against the counter that his ramen was laying on.
"Well, we all know you're not gonna die, Alice." Kidd remarked. "Your death date is in 9 years."
Brandon's face contorted into confusion for a split second, then relaxed when he remembered who Kidd was. "That must be odd. Knowing when your time will come, watching the grains slowly fall in the hourglass." Brandon commented soberly, realizing the intensity of that knowledge.
Kidd gave him a blank look. "Yeah. You tried to kill me over it."
Brandon simply shrugged. "Eh, shit gets out of hand." was all he said, stretching his back.
"I suppose so," Kidd chuckled.
"And what can I say for myself? When you're powered by anger, and you have anger problems, it's pretty much an unstable power keg." Brandon explained with another shrug.
"True," Kidd replied. "Has anyone seen Cameron? He was complaining about a whore slapping him earlier and I just don't want him killing anyone."
Alice looked extremely pissed at this. "Whore?!"
Brandon chuckled lowly. "Go figure. He couldn't score even when he paid the woman."
Alice facepalmed. "I slapped him earlier, remember?"
Brandon's face when blank, and remained that way, though inside his rage intesified greatly. "One second." He said calmly, then went upstairs and found Cameron relaxing on his bed. Brandon lifted him up by the collar with his left hand and landed a right hook directly on Cameron's nose, easily breaking any human's nose. "She's a whore, eh?!" Brandon barked, rage visibly burning in his eyes.
"What the fuck, man?!" Cameron demanded, a tiny bit of black blood dripping from his nose.
Alice sighed. "In about three minutes, Cameron is probably gonna fall down those stairs," she remarked, earning a confused look from Kidd. Exactly after a three minute beat down, Brandon promptly three Cameron down the stairs, where he landed in a bloodied heap.
"I'm sorry, Alice." He said with a groan of pain. Alice and Kidd burst out laughing. "It-" he began, but coughed up a little blood. "It's not funny!"
"It kind of is," Alice giggled. "You deserve it for treating me like a whore. And calling me one. That's what got you slapped in the first place."
"About that," Kidd replied. "Why did I see a box of birth control pills in the living room? Your next physical is in a month, no where near the time I found them."
"Oh, Cameron got them for me."
"But don't they require a pap and pelvic test?"
"A what?"
"Basically, a doctor sticks his hand in your vagina and scrapes your cervix to make sure you don't have cancer before groping you, according to Liz."
"...Poor Cameron."
Cameron looked up, still in a haze. "Wha-?" he asked, his brain too rattled to work properly.
"Poor, poor guy," Alice snickered before laughing louder.
Brandon then came sauntering down the stairs, making sure to step on Cameron's arm that was most heavily damaged, causing the madness conglomeration to yelp in pain. "So, what'd I miss?" Brandon asked with a grin, his hands slipping into his jean pockets as he grinned smugly at Cameron's body.
"Well," Kidd started with a laugh. "Apparently, Cameron had a pap and pelvic test earlier!"
Brandon was quiet for a second, then immediately broke into riotous laughter. "Are you serious?!" He asked through his laughter, tears beginning to form in his eyes.
"Well, he DID get those birth control pills..." Alice snickered.
Brandon managed to look at the box through his joyous convulsions, and began to laugh even louder. "I can't breath! I can't breath!" he managed to yell out between fits of laughter.
Alice started coughing. "Air! Air!"
Brandon's laughter slowly died down, and he wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh, you can't make this shit up." he said, laughing a little more. Alice gave him a confused look. "The situation that's occurring." Brandon explained, his last laughter escaping him as he noticed Alice's confused expression.
"Ohohohohoho! Yes!" Kidd grinned.
"Anywho, getting back to business." Brandon began, approaching the kitchen. "I believe we have some shopping to do."
Alice nodded and stood. "OK!"
Brandon began for the door, but then remembered their economic situation. "Is death cash still a viable currency here?" Brandon asked, unaware as to the extent of the differences in this dimension.
"Any money is," Alice replied.
"Huh, you'd think that, with all the changes, the currency would stay the same." Brandon said with a chuckle, staring towards the door once again, hoping that they'll have his clothes at a clothes store.
"Yep. Every thing you buy has a price tag for every different kind of currency." Alice smiled.
"So one currency has less value to it depending on its rarity." Brandon explained, finding it similar to the currency exchange in his dimension. "Interesting."
Alice chuckled. "Shall we go?"
"Sure, let's." Brandon replied with a grin, taking Alice's hand as they walk. "You know where some shops are, correct?"
"Yeah, there's a mall a few blocks from here. I'll have to stay outside, though..." Alice frowned.
"Why?" Brandon asked, though he already knew the answer.
"You know no one here likes me... Accept you, a few gods and maybe Kidd..." Alice replied sheepishly. Brandon shook his head while looking down, clenching his free fist rapidly in a vain attempt to sooth his growing anger. Alice saw this and kissed him on the cheek to calm him. The kiss assuaged him, causing his breathing to return to normal while Brandon attempted breathing exercises to sooth the rest of his pent up rage. "It's OK," Alice said, hugging him. "Funny how when we first met you threatened to hang my intestines on a ceiling fan and now you're getting mad because people don't like me!" She chuckled.
"Hey, time and hormones do funny things to people." Brandon said, realizing that those could be words of wisdom after they left his mouth before he hugged Alice in return.
Alice chuckled. "I guess."
"Damn, guess we can't enjoy the shopping experience together." Brandon joked, chuckling softly.
Alice chuckled. "I don't really like shopping, anyway. I make all of my clothes. Er, made."
"Really?" Brandon asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise.
"Yeah," Alice replied. "They don't have anything I like in the stores."
"Figures as much." Brandon said, chuckling. "That really is impressive, though."
"Well, it was required I learn to sew in the century I was born in." Alice replied shyly.
"Hmm, talk about patriarchal societies." Brandon joked, shaking his head.
Alice giggled. "So... I'll go show you the shops now."
"Ok. You may wanna go home after we go there. I don't want you getting hurt." Brandon warned, seeing hateful glares being thrown at the duo by pedestrians, and Brandon promptly returned them.
"No, I can wait for you." Alice replied. "I can handle these people... and this necklace will make sure the Kishins and some of the Gods, like Apollo, will back me up if I get into trouble."
"Ok..." Brandon replied, his doubt obvious even though he tried to conceal it.
"It's OK. We can stop by Apollo's house if you're really that concerned." Alice smiled.
"No, it's fine. I don't want to seem as too clingy or defensive." Brandon said, realizing how oppressive he was coming off as.
"OK!"
"Alright, after you." Brandon said, gesturing with his free hand. Alice grinned and walked ahead. Brandon followed suit, his attention focused on any potential threats. Alice was also tensed. An angry meister or God could jump out at any moment...
Alice relaxed after awhile before she and Brandon were knocked down by a strong gust of wind. "The fuck?" Brandon inquired, holding himself up on his elbows.
"Shit!" Alice gasped out. "It's Menoitios!"
"Meno-who?" Brandon asked, looking over at Alice.
"The Titan God of violence," Alice whimpered as fire was shot at them. "RUN!"
"SHIIIIIIIIIIIT!" Brandon yelled as he followed Alice closet, the fire nipping at their heels.
Alice grabbed his hand and ran quicker. "We need to get to Hyperion!"
"Isn't that a Pokemon?!" Brandon questioned, hauling as much ass as he could.
"I think so... But he's also the Titan God of Light and Kidd is on his good side!"
"Ok, don't call him a pokémon!" He yelled, trying to throw debris in Menoitios's way.
Alice laughed as they came upon a mansion similar to Kidd's, only made of pale shades of yellow and white. It seemed to glow. She quickly knocked on the door. "HYPERION! PLEASE LET US IN!"
"PLEASE! I DONT WANT TO BE DEEP FRIED!" Brandon yelled, banging on the door.
A ten year old with blond hair with white and yellow streaks opened the door. "Come in," he said, narrowing his bright yellow eyes. "Menoitios, be gone!"
"Thank you!" Brandon said, hastily dashing into the house with Alice.
The child closed the door. "Did Menoitios attack you again, Alice?"
"Yes," she replied sheepishly.
"Again?" Brandon asked through heavy breaths.
Alice bit her lip. "He hates me for some reason."
Hyperion put his glasses on. "It seems so."
"In this world, friends are a rare commodity, aren't they?" Brandon asked, his senses slowly returning after his adrenaline rush.
Hyperion nodded. "Yes, it is very rare. You have Allies, but not friends."
"Hey, Hype?" Alice asked.
"Yes?"
"If you're a Titan... Why are you ten?"
"I was just about to ask that." Brandon said, observing the young boy.
"People seem to like this form. And besides, if Artemis can be twelve, why can't I be younger?" Hyperion asked.
"True, true," Alice replied. Brandon opened his mouth to object, but chose the wiser route and simply remained quiet.
"So, would you two like something to eat or drink while we wait for Mr. Menopause to cool off?" Hyperion asked.
A gruff voice from outside yelled "I HEARD THAT!"
"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO!" Hyperion yelled back. "So, tea?"
"Uh, do you have any coffee?" Brandon asked, not exactly a fan of tea.
"Nope. If I drink any coffee, I'll be shorter than I already am!" Hyperion replied. "I... Think..."
"I not think caffeine stunts your growth THAT much." Brandon replied, not exactly sure of all of the effects of caffeine on the body.
"Still." Hyperion replied. "Caffeine makes me hyper..."
Alice burst out laughing. "Nice pun! Hyper. HYPERion! I get it!"
"...No pun intended?"
"Darn!"
Brandon simply facepalmed, shaking his head slowly. "No, Alice. Just no."
"Yeah, that was pretty lame..." Hyperion replied.
"Well, now how the hell are we gonna get out of here?" Brandon asked, looking around the room. "No offense to you, Hyperion. You have a wonderful house."
"It's OK. I'll let you out when I sense Menoition leave." Hyperion yawned. "Want to see my study? Kidd is having ,e build a light to replicate the sun."
"Well, you ARE the Titan of Light." Alice pointed out.
"Haha, true! So... Want to see it or not?"
"Sure. I haven't messed with science in a long time." Brandon said, grinning as the temptation overwhelmed him.
Hyperion smiled, making Alice 'Daaaaawwwwwwwwwww!'.
"No, Alice. Just no." Hyperion scowled.
"Sorry! Little kids are just so adorable!"
"My adult form has been known to give people nosebleeds..."
"Eh, go ahead if you want. If Alice gets too clingy, I'll stop her." Brandon said with a shrug, trusting Alice enough to not do anything unreasonable.
"I'm more concerned about her bleeding to death..." Hyperion frowned.
"Hey, it's up to you. I'm indifferent either way." Brandon said, thinking that it must be at least unpleasant to change one's form.
"Do it! Do it! Do it!" Alice begged.
He sighed. "Fine." His small body was enveloped in a bright light that grew to about 6'3 feet. It disappeared, leaving an adult version of Hyperion. His hair was longer and tied back into a ponytail. His eyes still held that 'wide eyed and innocent' look. He was muscular, clad in a white and yellow sweater with gray sweatpants. Alice's nose immediately started bleeding. Her cheeks turned as red as her eyes as she covered her nose.
"Um... Do you have any tissues?" she squeaked.
Hyperion sighed. "In my bedroom. Down the hall to the right."
"Thank you!" She ran off.
"Hmm, that was expected." Brandon said, watching the droplets of blood drip onto the floor as Alice raced to the bathroom. "Have any paper towels so I can clean up the pervert blood?"
Hyperion pointed to another doorway. "Kitchen. It's that way."
"Thank you." Brandon said, and followed the male's direction. He soon returned with a roll of paper towels and got down on one knee, beginning to wipe up Alice's blood. Hyperion took some paper towels and helped him. "You don't have to help. She's my big goof." Brandon joked, grinning at Hyperion as Brandon continued to wipe it up.
"Well, it IS my house." Hyperion replied.
"True, but this, while not literally, is my mess." Brandon explained, surprised by the chivalry of the God.
"Let's just blame this on Menoitios." Hyperion replied.
"Sounds reasonable." Brandon agreed, wiping up the last of the blood. "Where is the trash?"
"I'll take it," Hyperion replied, holding his hand out.
"If you insist." Brandon said, handing the blood-soaked paper towels to the man. He walked to the kitchen, threw them away, and walked back into the living room, sitting on the gray couch. Brandon then walked to the bedroom, going to see if Alice had fainted from blood loss or if she was still conscious. She was kind of inbetween, but at least the nosebleed stopped. His bedroom was bright, just like the rest of the house. The whole room was white. "Christ, reminds me of an asylum room." Brandon said, shielding his eyes from the light that seemingly radiated out of the wall.
Alice chuckled, though she seemed a little faint. "He probably likes light colors. Get it? Light? God, I'm so lame."
"You're not lame." Brandon said, laying an arm around Alice's shoulder as he sat down next to her. "It's probably just from the lack of oxygen reaching your brain."
"Probably!" she giggled. "I need to take a nap..."
"Yeah, that's probably for the best." Brandon agreed, seeing her start to doze off in his arms.
She yawned. "I guess Hyperion will have to show you to the store. I should be safe in here."
"Hopefully at least. I'll get you a glass of water. Try to drink it before going to sleep, ok?" Brandon instructed, knowing that liquid was needed to create new blood. "I'll be right back."
"OK," Alice yawned, laying back on the bed. Brandon got up and quickly walked to the kitchen before rummaging through the cupboards. After he found a cup, he filled it with cold tap water and returned to the bedroom, once again shielding his eyes from the blinding light. She sat up tiredly. "Hi."
"Hey." He replied with a smile, walking over to sit next to her once more. "Here, try to drink this." She took the cup and drank a few petite sips. "C'mon, you lost a hell of a lot more blood than that." Brandon said jokingly, smiling softly at Alice. Alice smiled and drank the rest. "There you go." Brandon said, smiling a little wider. "Take a nice, long nap, ok? I'll be back in two or three hours or so." Brandon said, tucking Alice into the bed.
"OK," she replied, laying back on the bed and quickly falling asleep.
Brandon gave her a light kiss on the forehead before standing up, making his way to the front door. "Thank you, Hyperion. Alice is taking a little nap to recover some of her lost blood, and I have some errands to run." Brandon said, waving farewell to their gracious host.
Hyperion stood and waved back. "Chaos!" he called. A light blue water/ice human-looking thing popped up out of thin air. "Assist our guest and, for Fates' sake, don't let Menoition follow him."
"Yes, Hyperion," Chaos replied.
"Thank you. You are much too kind." Brandon asked with a smile. "Oh, I never introduced myself. I am Brandon Pazzo." Brandon sais, extending his hand to his host.
Hyperion shook it. "Well then, Brandon Pazzo, I hereby give you my protection." A metallic pendant appeared on Brandon's left hand. It had a pale yellow lightning bolt on one side, a black storm cloud on the other.
"Thank you, sir." Brandon said, taking the pendant before firmly shaking the God's hand.
Hyperion smiled. "It's dark out there, let my protection give you light."
Brandon simply grinned, perhaps a little too crookedly. "To be honest, I prefer the dark."
Hyperion gave a light-hearted chuckle. "You'll take comfort in knowing your protection is jointed with Erebus, then."
"I'm assuming he is your counterpart?" Brandon asked, curious as to whether or not his hypothesis was correct or not.
"Yes. He is the Primordial God of Darkness. His wife, Nyx, the Goddess of Night, is Death's joint protector." Hyperion explained.
"Ah. Good to know." Brandon said with a nod, grinning his signature grin. "How would one know day without night, and night without day?" He ask, then his eyes went wide with surprise. "Wow, I sounded oddly poetic there."
Hyperion chuckled. "Don't you have some errands to run?"
Brandon put up one finger as he remembered that. "Yes, yes I do." He said, remembering them. "Well, I'm off." He said with a grin, fastening the pennant inside the pocket of his outer shirt so the medal hung right outside, and then turned and walked out the door. Chaos followed quickly, going through the door like a ghost. Brandon looked back to see the Goddess float through the door like it was nothing. "Odd." Was all he said, then began humming Ghost Busters to himself. Chaos followed silently, giving him a confused look. Brandon glanced back and noticed Chaos's confused look. "Oh, it's just a song I have stuck in my head." Brandon explained, continuing to hum, though a little softer this time.
Chaos blinked. "I am going to change into a physical form. I sense Menoition nearby." Brandon nodded and tensed up, preparing to defend himself if necessary. Choas's form morphed into that of a very mature woman with long hair. Leaves were the only thing covering her body and she was still blue. Her eyes were turquoise. Brandon glanced back and immediately developed a nosebleed, a hand slapping to his nose in an attempt to lessen the blood loss. Chaos's expression was emotionless. "He's close."
"O-ok." Brandon responded, stuttering slightly as the blood flow began to lessen.
She noticed the blood. "I can change into something more comfortable for you if you wish."
"No, it's fine." Brandon said, the blood finally stopping. "You're probably stronger in that form anyway."
Choas blinked. "It's just a change of clothes... and I'm cold."
"Then you should probably do that." Brandon said, pinching his nose as he felt another small spurt of blood begin to come out.
The leaves on her breasts glowed and turned into a green dress with no straps. Gloves the color of her eyes formed on her hands-from her elbows to her fingers. "Is this better?"
"A little." Brandon admitted, still finding her to be attractive. "Now, where'd you say Menoitios was?"
"He's a few meters behind you," Chaos replied. "Once he sees you have Hyperion's protection, he will not touch you." Brandon swiveled on his feet to face the God, making sure that the pennant that Hyperion gave him was in full view. He was faced with blood red eyes and short, curly blood red hair. This was Menoition. "Ah, Meno, what brings you here?" Chaos asked.
"Where the HELL did she go?!" Menoition growled.
"Where did who go?"
"That Kishin bitch! I KNOW that goddamned horseman stole my spell book, but he won't let me in! So SHE is gonna get it back for me!"
"Excuse me sir, but who exactly are you calling a bitch?" Brandon asked through gritted teeth, his rage beginning to boil deep inside.
"None of your damned business!" Menoitios growled. "So, Chaos, where is she?"
"She is under Hyperion's temporary protection. And for the record, I'm sure Death had a very good reason for borrowing your spell book." Chaos snapped back.
Brandon interjected once more. "Actually, it is my business." Brandon explained, keeping his rage bottled inside, knowing that this action would cause his rage to build even faster.
Menoitios ignored him. "Tell her to tell Kidd that if I don't get it back by next week... I'll call the other three horsemen here. And we ALL know how that'll end." he growled before stomping away into the pitch black darkness.
Chaos scowled. "...That idiot."
"His name may be Menoitios, but he acts like he's experiencing menopause." Brandon joked, chuckling at his own joke.
Choas sighed. "If he gets Pestilence, War and Famine here... Then many people will die."
"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse." Brandon said, realizing what Menoitios meant by 'the other horsemen'.
Chaos nodded. "Lord Death's uncles. He is the fourth horsemen."
"Death." Brandon echoed. "Oh, this is not going to be good..."