The Forgotten Zodiac

"Exactly!" James shrugged and stopped flipping, allowing himself to land on the ground again. "It's so boring when I can't hurt people. What /else/ am I supposed to do?"

Michael grinned and poked her in the stomach, then jumped away, out of her reach. "You're just mad 'cause you know it's true."

Werr sighed audibly. "Not hurt people? You honestly need a better hobby." He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb. He was starting to get a headache from all this talking. Thankfully, they were nearing the city with every step.

"You--augh!" Quinn snapped, slapping at his hand that wasn't there anymore. "Am not! You're just a jerk!"

"But hurting people is /fun/!" James whined. "What do you want me to do, make airplane models? That's boring. I tried once."

"A jerk you want to marry." Michael grinned and poked her again. "It's not my fault you're in denial."

"Making airplane models is indeed fairly boring, but I was thinking something more along the lines of skiing or something." Werr tutted. "Maybe even skydiving. Have you ever considered something like that? It's rather hard to be bored when you're plummeting towards the ground, parachute or not." Werr nodded, thinking back. He knew this sort of thing first hand.
He had been cornered, and his only escape had been a cargo plane. It had broken several rules, but the whole rule-breaking thing hadn't mattered much at the time, when people clad in black were pointing guns at him. To make a long story short, he had been followed onto the plane and eventually had to leave before he was caught, and parachuting had been his only option.
Werr pulled himself out of his memories, reminding himself of rule 5. Don't lose yourself in your own thoughts. The one rule that he probably broke more often than the others, but--curses, he was doing it again.
Werr sighed and went back to counting the trees.

"I'm going to punch you if you do that again," Quinn frowned angrily. "Are we there yet?"

James glared at Werr. "Skiing is boring. I suppose parachute-less skydiving could theorectically be interesting, but killing people is so much more... Interesting. Skydiving hardly puts my fantastic social skills to use."

Michael grinned even wider. "Do what again? Poke you, or make some statement about your obvious love for me? I'll just do both." He poked her immediately, then skipped away, waiting to see what she would do.

"I'd be most interested in what happens after the parachute-less skydiving, personally..." Werr said thoughtfully, but he pushed said thoughts away and looked at James again. "Find something you like, then. Something that doesn't involve causing physical harm to people. It could be good for your mental state."

Quinn stomped on, looking more furious by the second. "James, I do not think you should do that anymore..." Sylas blinked, shaking his head.

((Michael. James isn't there.))

"And /I'm/ the bad one? I don't wish for your death. Just that I stop having to work with you. Also, my mental state is fine, and will be better once we capture or kill everyone on that list. Can we hurry up with that, please?"

"I was hoping she would punch me. I'm curious as to how hard she punches."

((Right. I know that. Hey, so long as you knew what I was actually saying...-fail-))

"I don't wish for your death, either. I was just saying," Werr shrugged. And honestly, he would prefer to work alone, as well. "Yes, yes, looks like we're getting closer to our destination," Werr sighed. They had turned onto the road and were now walking on sidewalk, and it looked like things were going to get a bit busier. They certainly weren't alone as much anymore. "Let's see, the last place she was spotted at was a small restaurant on the east end of the city. If anyone asks, you're my little brother and we're going out to eat, got it?"

Quinn wrapped some water around her clenched fist, shaping it into that before sending it flying at Michael's face.

((Hannah teleports characters places where they weren't. And they don't have the ability to teleport.))

"You're little brother? I'd rather die than be that closely related to you. I'll be your second cousin. Family reunion. I'm not going to be your brother."

Michael leaned backward, dodging the water before shooting a hand up, grinning as the water evaporated on contact.

((That was just my mistake. I do that sometimes. Names are hard.))

"Fine. Whatever." Werr sighed yet again, shaking his head as he kept walking, into the crowd. "Don't get lost, now."

"Guys, stop!" Sylas was starting to panic. "Stop it, stop it, stop fighting! Look, there is the house! We are there, no more fighting!"

Quinn dropped her second water-fist, sticking her tongue out at Michael before turning towards the house and stomping towards it.

((Its okay. I'm sure I do stupid things occasionally as well. By the way. My signature is cooler than yours.))

"I don't ever get lost. If anything, the rest of the world gets lost around /me/." James stalked through the crowd, which slid around him, no one really wanted to get close to the devilish boy who looked like he wanted to kill them all.

"Fine." Michael grinned and headed toward the house behind Quinn, followed by Tyler. Timothy stayed back to wait for Sylas.

((Well, I have no idea what that's from, so I wouldn't know. :T))

Isn't that the same as getting lost? Werr thought silently as he pushed through the crowd, which didn't seem to notice Werr much until he made contact with them to push past. Thinking ahead, he managed to snag a wallet, too; they were headed to a restaurant, after all, might as well get something good to eat.

Sylas let out a heavy sigh, watching the two. Why did they fight so often? He walked after Tyler and the others, looking a bit upset still. Fighting wasn't good.

((It's from Mary Poppins, the best children's movie ever. Ever. Period. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang is a close second.))

Timothy followed behind Sylas, eyeing Quinn warily. "Are they g-g-gunna k-kill each oth-ther?" He asked, actually concerned that one of them would be dead by the end of the day.

James followed through the crowd behind Werr, hands in his pockets feeling and preparing his various weapons.

((I have heard of neither of them. o-o))

"No, I do not think so," Sylas shook his head. He smiled a bit. "Do not worry, I will not let them."

Eventually the crowds started thinning and Werr tallied up his total; 40 dollars in cash, three credit cards and three nice-looking wallets. He moved the cash into one wallet, throwing away the rest. Credit cards were too easily tracked, and he had no need for things like spare wallets. "Here we are," Werr turned the corner onto a mostly empty street. It was the shady sort of road. "She's smart. There are plenty of places to hide down here..." He said thoughtfully, peering down an alley.

"Let's go get something to eat first." He scratched the back of his neck, looking around again. He started towards a run-down sort of restaurant, the same one that little Emily had been spotted at last. 'Papa Peter's Pasta Palace'. Werr had to wrinkle his nose at the name. Rather tasteless.

((That's weird 'cause. Despite being an American classic, Mary Poppins is set in London. You should watch it. Chitty Citty Bang Bang is set in some weirdo country somewhere else though.))

James glanced at the the resturant critically. "Are you sure you want to eat here? You'd probably get blood poisoning or something." He shrugged. "Your death. I'm not eating. And as for hiding places... Those'll just lock her in."

((Whell alrighty then. I'll watch it when I find the time.))

"I think the term is food poisoning," Werr tutted. "We're not actually eating. That was to throw off anyone following us, but I confirmed a few moments ago that no, we're not being followed. We'll eat somewhere...nicer. But business comes first. And check again, that fence in the middle of most of these alleys can be easily climbed over by anyone, and that crosses over to the even more run-down part of the city, from what I saw. Not to mention there are plenty of weeds here," He kicked at one growing in the cracks in the sidewalk. "Considering Emily's powers...this place is a wise choice."

((You should. Best. Children's movie. Ever.))

James glowered at Werr. "It is not if your blood is poisoned. Just because it's the food that didn't, doesn't mean it can't be blood poisoning. Duh." James shook his head. "I'l just light-wall her in. She'll be stuck."

((Ohkay.))

Werr sighed through his nose. The logic of some people escaped him entirely. "Yes, alright, fine. Light-wall her in. But considering that she didn't know we'd be coming after her, she chose a smart place if it were normal agents after her." He pushed open the door to the pasta shop. "After you."