The Forgotten Zodiac

Tyler looked around and yawned. He was incredibly bored and tired; he really didn't feel like being awake for this. Because he didn't feel like being awake for that, he leaned against Timothy. The other young boy didn't like being touched by Tyler, but he was touching Sylas, so he didn't complain. Tyler was asleep quite soon, the way he wanted to be in the first place.

Michael stretched slightly, then turned  to Sylas. "Walmart is a store where you can buy, or steal, things." His morality had detracted quite a lot since meeting Sylas, though in the beginning it was mostly a farce anyway.

"Steal? But stealing is wrong." Sylas frowned.

"We are not stealing things, Michael. Please tell me your aren't. If you get canned for shoplifting, I'm not coming in for you. In fact, I'd much prefer to stay in the car." Werr grumbled unhappily. He was driving at a painfully slow pace compared to his usual; the car wasn't his, he didn't have a license or regestration, the owner of the car was dead, and he was already a wanted criminal. That, and he felt ready to cough up a lung. His usual irritance was rising up again.

Michael nodded slowly, then shrugged. "Yep. Stealing is wrong, but sometimes necessary. Quinn had to get clothes other than that straightjacket." He grinned at Werr, finding the man's irritation hilarious. "Of course, I will. I'm not asking you to come for me, I don't want anyone to get out of the car, and I think I won't get caught. It's food; they don't set off alarms." Plus he knew what made you look suspicious and what made you look innocent. He'd bring Tyler. Tyler was a master of innocence.

"Still..." Sylas frowned. He was still unhappy about having to do that.

"Good." Werr snorted. After a good long while, he finally pulled into a parking space at wal-mart. "Here you go. Out you get." He hunched low, pulling his hood up and avoiding eye contact with other people. He grabbed an iPhone off the dashboard; he'd pretend to be like any other teenager and play Angry Birds, despite the fact that the entire concept of the game was far beyond him. Subject watched, his own hood pulled up and his sunglasses on. Quinn slept away, exhausted from the past two days.

((Why would Sylas do anything? This is Michael, he works alone, or with very little help, which he doesn't ask for.))

Michael picked Tyler up and stepped out of the car, gesturing for the others to stay inside. Tyler sleepily woke up and looked at Michael. "Where're we going?" Michael quickly had him drilled through what they were doing and what Tyler's part was, though the little boy hardly needed coaching. Tyler knew his part perfectly. His only comment was: "You have to share it with me. I want chocolate." With that, they marched inside, took about twenty minutes, then marched back out with everything in hand.

((He was unhappy about having to steal clothes for Quinn. Sorry for confuzing joo.))

By then, Werr had thrown the iPhone against the passenger's seat, having given up on blowing up the stupid green pigs. He didn't see the point in the game, anyways. (Namely, he had been trying to play the game with his gloves on.) Werr looked up and noticed them approaching, and started the engine of the car again. Subject grabbed the iPhone, deciding to try the game as he strapped himself in.

((Oh. I recall him being confused when Michael and Quinn said you weren't supposed to do that. Okay then.))

Tyler climbed in and bounced over to Sylas, shoving himself between Sylas and whoever-is-sitting-next-to-Sylas-who-isn't-Timothy. Michael strapped in on the bench behind the passanger seat and began opening the various packages, but not before he got Syl out of the car and explained to him what to do. Shouldn't see him again for a while. With that, he looked up at Werr and rattled off an address and set of directions.

((Yes, and he took their words to heart. And if he listens to Michael now, he's going to have a very skewed sense of right and wrong. Like he already has. xD))

Werr blinked at the directions, but he nodded and remembered them. He set the car moving forward, glad to be on the road again. He didn't doubt that Vrach would have cleaned up the mess, but he wasn't sure if any police would think to stop by there.

Well, the lot would go on the market after awhile, and the place would probably be filled with cubicle workers and the like. Werr felt a pang of guilt regardless; this was worse than what Vrach had done to save him. His sister died to give him more time. Malya died because of his mistake.

((Oh dear. Poor Sylas. Don't listen to any of Michael's ideas about morals. They are bad for you and your brain. Also, Malya died because Lotis is a freak. Wasn't really Werr's fault, except in bringing them there, but he didn't know Lotis was such a stalker.))

Once they had arrived, Michael climbed out and moved over to a security camera on the side of the building. He looked up, waved, and then arranged the products in some strange arrangement. Once done, he re-entered the car and gave Werr another set of directions. Apparently Michael's friends had liked complicated things.

((Haha. But still. Let the Werr-swine blame himself. xD))

Werr sighed and followed said directions, frowning a bit at the security camera. Obviously, whoever was watching it was Michael's friend, or else he wouldn't have done such ridiculous things. Werr shook off his questions, not wanting to have to explain the Snakehead to them. He drove in silence.

Michael rolled his eyes. "Stop sighing, Werr. It's just a camera at an office building. The police won't know what I was doing and it didn't see the car. You're just annoyed that my friends are better at not being killed than yours."

((Would you like some of Michael's intricate backstory? In OOC only, of course. He's not going to give his lifestory to Werr.

Also, sorry replying took me so long. My muse was being attacked by Edward. The poor thing.))

((Surez.))

Werr was silent still, though he cast a very nasty look at Michael. "Stop bugging him, Michael," Quinn frowned. She had woken up awhile ago, though she still looked exhausted. "He might get sick of it and drive us into a wall." She mumbled, rubbing one eye tiredy.

((Goodness gracious! No wonder Edward doesn't drink human blood. He drinks human muses instead. This has been horrible. Anyways,

I've told you about how Michael was an agent-person. I've also decided he worked for another branch of the Institute, essentially testing on himself. The goal was to refine th elemental control until it wouldn't kill them. This is why Michael uses heat instead of fire. [looking at it that way, if we made this world alchemical (everything made of fire, water, earth, air, light, and darkness [as if you didn't already know]) that would make a lot of sense.] Anyway, Kyle's still working there and testing on himself. The poor guy thinks he can find immortality of some sort, and stop the dying-at-twenty. Tyler will be out of the question, but don't be surprized if he tries to convince Quinn or Werr to undergo some experiment. Sylas would also be safe, but only 'cause Kyle doesn't like Iyouis.))

Michael rolled his eyes. "I'm just saying. If my friends got themselves killed at the rate his friends do, all of mine would be dead." He had no intention of ceasing to antagonize someone, though if Quinn proved a better target then Werr... He wasn't against switching.

((Awww. -uses Pheonix Down on jour muse-

Yaaaay. :3))

"Come on, Michael, that's not nice..." Quinn frowned at him more, knowing full well that she wasn't doing much to stop him.

Werr, however, laughed. "Like you have friends!" He snorted, casting a glare at Michael. He sounded mad. "I've known you for barely a week now, and I wouldn't call us friends. You go out of your way to push others away from yourself, to avoid making friends!"

((Actually, I'll bet Werr will say yes. Unless you have any objections, I'll include the chance that it removes or greatly lowers the whole dying at twenty thing. Or it won't work at all, but they like to be manipulative like that.))

Michael sneered slightly and nearly laughed. "Like I need you as a friend, Werr. I have others. Who don't die all the time." He knew he was pushing buttons he should probably be leaving alone, but it was far to fun to stop.

((Yeah, if it means he gets to live for longer. o3o No objections here. Haha.))

"Michael!" Quinn hit the boy on the arm, though she didn't hit very hard. "Cut it out! You don't have to be so mean all the time!"

Werr fell silent again, finally catching on to what Michael was doing. He bit back every other remark that rose up, refusing to give Michael the opporotunity to sneer at him more.

((We're fans of keeping Werr alive.))

Michael smirked some more, but he had the decency to stop and leave poor Werr-swine -as Werr would be remembered forever, thanks to Malya- alone. "Mean? Hardly. I'm just better than he is, and it makes him sad. That's not my fault." Michael rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, leaning against the back of the seat contentedly. "What's taking so long? You aren't following the speed limits, are you?"

((I should think so.))

Quinn kicked the back of Michael's seat, angry at him for continuing.

"We're in a stolen vehicle, the owner of whom is dead, I don't have a driver's license in this country, and not to mention you're all wanted fugitives." Werr snarled at him. "Yes, I am following the speed limits, and I'll be," He swore loudly in Russian, "if I drive any faster! Now shut up!"

Michael laughed, but he was almost done. "Wow, Werr. That didn't sound appropriate." He leaned forward, actually interested this time. "Translation?" He decided to leave completely alone Werr's facts about the car, because,  sadly, they were realistic. Not that Michael approved of driving the speed limits. He still wanted Werr to be speeding, but he would accept, for now, the refusal.

"There is none," Werr growled. "Literally translated, it means ruins or burning wreckage. But it's not something I would say in Russia. People get killed for that sort of language. And I broke several rules by saying that, so shut up and let me drive." He snapped, though they were hardly five minutes away from their destination.