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Michael Carmine
99 problems and a smoke ain't one.
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Main Street
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Gasmask
Description
So begins...
Michael Carmine's Story
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Michael rested his head on his left hand, his right holding a rather cheap bottle of beer. His dreadlocks shook as he propped himself up and looked at the television, more of the same news, as that saying went "Same shit, different day." which Micheal voiced loudly, shaking his head and taking another swig, leaning back on his stool.
He always liked Gambits.
He always liked Gambits.
Micheal snuffed his 'cigarette' with a loud click of his fingers, throwing it over the shoulder as he entered and shaking his head, sending his dreadlocks shaking everywhere. Micheal felt like he better jump start his heart with a drink, a headache to boot and the police would jump him as soon as he left. The door swung shut, nearly hitting Micheal's stumbling ass, the pyrokinetic glanced between the Scottish man and the fiery redhead, sliding over to sit beside Callista and staring at the computer screen for an extended moment, looking at the counter and then the monitor again before finally deciding on the only possible action.
Slamming his hopelessly stoned head against the counter.
Slamming his hopelessly stoned head against the counter.
Micheal raised his head, his eyes focusing on the monitor, he raised his hand to press a button and then just ran his hand down the monitor and randomly picking a bunch of drinks. The man peeked around Callista, looked like he was about to laugh and then a couple of drinks arrived on his table, a radical amount of beers, vodka infusions and the type of drink for after midnight.
"Sup? What's two classy dudes... Sorry, dudette doing in my trip?"
"Sup? What's two classy dudes... Sorry, dudette doing in my trip?"
The setting changes from gambits-bar to Main Street
The Court next to the few single apartment buildings and shops was full today with a range of people playing basketball, one of the groups seemed to be having a more rough and tumble variant with a few people on the fence sipping beers and shouting them on. Carmine was on the court, narrowly dancing away from a tall man wearing a singlet that stunk of sweat and beer.
Beer and b-balling? Who knew they mixed? Carmine's friends did. He turned to throw the ball to a teammate when something caught his eye, the tall man from before hitting him with the force of a bunch of bricks in a Hispanic bag.
Beer and b-balling? Who knew they mixed? Carmine's friends did. He turned to throw the ball to a teammate when something caught his eye, the tall man from before hitting him with the force of a bunch of bricks in a Hispanic bag.
"What are they looking for?" The Hispanic man who'd knocked him down said as he dragged the Michael up. "Sorry bout' that, wasn't watching where I was heading." "S'cool man, don't worry it.' Carmine replied, looking at his hands to make sure he hadn't scabbed them on the ground. "I might take a break, get a drink." Carmine said, interested in what they might be looking for, especially around these parts.
He walked over to the nearby bench, the two men sitting on the fence laughed above it laughed and offered him a beer. "No thanks, I'll grab a drink from the machine up ahead." "Ha, suit yourself, Red." Micheal picked up his leather jacket and slipped it on.
He walked over to the nearby bench, the two men sitting on the fence laughed above it laughed and offered him a beer. "No thanks, I'll grab a drink from the machine up ahead." "Ha, suit yourself, Red." Micheal picked up his leather jacket and slipped it on.
The men in the basketball court started yelling out and screaming, one of the men on the fence fell off in surprise and moaned drunkenly. They had been in Wing City but no creature had been interested in the basketball courts before unless it was some minotaur wondering what all the fuss was about or someone was wearing red. "Dammit." Carmine said, turning around and facing the dragon, then faced the mages.
"You girls responsible for this?" He shouted.
"You girls responsible for this?" He shouted.
"What? A-" Carmine held his head and shook it, looking between them both. This thing was his descendant by all rights, and they were talking about something very powerful here, making it sound like they just wanted a super weapon under control instead of such a thing, dragons needed to be free, not couped up like soldiers, western ones knew that all to well.
Make a quick choice, Carmine.
Micheal turned around and shouted "I can't let you take it then."
Make a quick choice, Carmine.
Micheal turned around and shouted "I can't let you take it then."
The setting changes from main-street to Gambit's Bar
The man turned his head left to look at the catman entering the bar, his eyebrow slowly rose as he looked him up and down with his eyes, his eyelids moving like a stoner. He turned his dreadlocked hair and put another smoke between his lips and lit with a click of his fingers.
"Why so depressed, catmando?"
"Why so depressed, catmando?"
Micheal stepped in, a smoke gracefully dancing smoke upon his lips as he walked right by the two figures dressed in orange, and the other unimportant individuals getting in his way, today was a good day and he was going to spend it drinking. He didn't get far as his ever present gaurdian stepped though the door threshold after him, a 7 foot tall, thin skeleton with a crooked back that Igor would be jealous of, and a strange flowery coat.
As Micheal saddled the bar, it stopped just short of the two ladies in orange. It stopped to stare at her weapons, a loud heavy breathing filling the bar with it's obnoxious presence, it continued to stare.
It kept an eye on Stryfe's brigade and Kamala's actions.
Fucking newbies.
As Micheal saddled the bar, it stopped just short of the two ladies in orange. It stopped to stare at her weapons, a loud heavy breathing filling the bar with it's obnoxious presence, it continued to stare.
It kept an eye on Stryfe's brigade and Kamala's actions.
Fucking newbies.
Micheal entered the bar, stepping to the side to allow a tall slender skeletal figure though the door, it hunched over in a fashion that would make Igor jealous with a ripped red sheet sliding across the back. The figure stared first at Casey with it's eyeless head, as Micheal sat at the counter and swung his legs onto the counter, helping himself to the drinks behind the counter with his left hand.
Why the hell should he be afraid? He had a guardian who could help him out of the tightest fights. The skeletal figure gave a quick gesture towards Joseph, quickly striding with long stick-like legs to stand behind Carmine as he poured expensive whiskey down his gullet with a smile on his face. It stopped to stare at Casey again.
It was good at staring.
Why the hell should he be afraid? He had a guardian who could help him out of the tightest fights. The skeletal figure gave a quick gesture towards Joseph, quickly striding with long stick-like legs to stand behind Carmine as he poured expensive whiskey down his gullet with a smile on his face. It stopped to stare at Casey again.
It was good at staring.
The 'pet' leveled it's stare at Casey. A raspy breathing getting slightly louder as it stared, filling the bar with a slow ragged and painful sounding breath. Carmine paused, mouth mid wipe of his mouth. "This is the multidimensional pisshole and everyone is a mean cocksucker and everything that can go wrong, goes wrong. Order in this place is fucked up, but alright, if you want." He replied, his voice heavy with a new yorker accent.
The breathing got louder. Carmine reached up and pulled the head of the creature down to his head level. "Chill out, she's not a threat. Just wanted to tell me something, seriously, chill the fuck out." He said, his voice calm, like how one would talk to a child or a horse.
That's when it focused on Joseph as soon as he flashed those shiny white teeth.
Carmine was too busy rustling in his wallet for money than focus on the rasping breath.
The breathing got louder. Carmine reached up and pulled the head of the creature down to his head level. "Chill out, she's not a threat. Just wanted to tell me something, seriously, chill the fuck out." He said, his voice calm, like how one would talk to a child or a horse.
That's when it focused on Joseph as soon as he flashed those shiny white teeth.
Carmine was too busy rustling in his wallet for money than focus on the rasping breath.
Oh she was busy talking to the sharp toothed priest with the cane and the noose, she was full of good ideas from what he could see, telling a guy with a creature bigger than Carmine himself and now this probably fake priest. He feigned a gesture of putting money on the counter and slipped his wallet back into the pocket.
Carmine lifted the bottle of Jack Daniels up and down his gullet, this world was his for the pickings. Death chasing was also something he did, messing with people in the bar. Carmine tugged the creatures face again. "Quiet down, would ya? If you want to tear him apart, you gotta wait for a reason, with teeth like that, I wonder why the fuck he would have been hanged, he seems like a cheeky fuck anyway." Micheal said, leaning back in his chair.
That's when Vex was brought to the creatures attention, it's head moving to stare at Vex. Or as close as it could.
Carmine lifted the bottle of Jack Daniels up and down his gullet, this world was his for the pickings. Death chasing was also something he did, messing with people in the bar. Carmine tugged the creatures face again. "Quiet down, would ya? If you want to tear him apart, you gotta wait for a reason, with teeth like that, I wonder why the fuck he would have been hanged, he seems like a cheeky fuck anyway." Micheal said, leaning back in his chair.
That's when Vex was brought to the creatures attention, it's head moving to stare at Vex. Or as close as it could.
"Not entirely sure. It certainly wasn't from the pet store. At least, I think it's an it." Carmine said, head focusing on the staring going on between his companion and the kid playing around with the knife. "Certainly wasn't free." Carmine chuckled. He wasn't going to tell a stranger where he got it, fuck no, he didn't need someone else walking around with a breathing, talking, sculpture.
The creature continued to stare at Vex, it's breath subsiding and passing him off as no threat despite the evident weapon. He tipped the bottle of Jacks down his throat again and balanced himself with a hand on his forehead. "Chill out, Mr. Bones."
The creature continued to stare at Vex, it's breath subsiding and passing him off as no threat despite the evident weapon. He tipped the bottle of Jacks down his throat again and balanced himself with a hand on his forehead. "Chill out, Mr. Bones."
The setting changes from gambits-bar to Main Street
icheal exited the bar, it was only mid-way to others and exactly the time of day that anybody who was sensible was even caught to be drinking. Micheal wasn't sensible or smart, he stumbled out with, placing the tip of the bottle on his lips and tipping it down his throat, holding a hand in-front of his eyes to keep the sun out of his eyes as he stumbled down the concrete stairs.
Closely following was a lanky and tall skeletal being with a strange organic growth on it's exaggerated hunchback movements and stick-like legs gracefully moving down the stairs after it's master. A shallow breathing emitting though it's non-mouth. It had no idea why it's master demanded to do such unglorified things, he still hadn't figured why he had a guardian yet.
Closely following was a lanky and tall skeletal being with a strange organic growth on it's exaggerated hunchback movements and stick-like legs gracefully moving down the stairs after it's master. A shallow breathing emitting though it's non-mouth. It had no idea why it's master demanded to do such unglorified things, he still hadn't figured why he had a guardian yet.
Micheal continued staggering down the street, his protector having to grab him a couple of times to put him in right direction. The drunk man beelined his way to the two women, Helmi and Lametta retrospectively. It took him a couple of seconds to look up and a couple of blinks more to separate the face and body from bright orange uniform.
His mind thought up two possible sentences: "What the fuck are you meant to be?" and "You're hot." and it would take an increased effort to apply them to a separate person. His guardian however, looked at the second woman with the pistol and sword, it's breath getting louder and more elaborated as her hand was moved to rest on her weapon, very loud indeed.
"You're hot." Micheal said drunkingly, having trouble to move his head above the neckline.
His mind thought up two possible sentences: "What the fuck are you meant to be?" and "You're hot." and it would take an increased effort to apply them to a separate person. His guardian however, looked at the second woman with the pistol and sword, it's breath getting louder and more elaborated as her hand was moved to rest on her weapon, very loud indeed.
"You're hot." Micheal said drunkingly, having trouble to move his head above the neckline.
Micheal held up a hand as he lurched to the side, looking as if he was about to hurl, stopped and went back to where to what he had been doing before the interruption, which was doing a whole lot of staring. He then finally managed to look up and at the face of Lametta. "I can still hear you, y'know, the names Carmine, kind of like your l-l-l." Carmine paused, struggling with the word. "Loud outfit." He finished.
The guardian tilted it's head at Micheal, who looked back as it grabbed him, pulled him back and whispered into his ear.
"It says; Thanks. I said; Where are you ladies going?"
The guardian tilted it's head at Micheal, who looked back as it grabbed him, pulled him back and whispered into his ear.
"It says; Thanks. I said; Where are you ladies going?"
"You know whose also lo-" Micheal was about to say, figuring out that what he was going to say had no sexual connotation at all and probably woudn't lead to them laughing even more, decided to drop it. Micheal held out his finger like he was going to talk, then was pulled back by the guardian again. There was more whispering, if their hearing was good enough; they'd hear something similar to a native aztec.
"It says: The Aschen Occupation was indeed annoying, and he wanted to ask where you guys are from. Also that I'm annoying to guard. Wait. What?" The guardian and Micheal exchanged annoyed looks, well, an annoyed look and lack of a face look.
"It says: The Aschen Occupation was indeed annoying, and he wanted to ask where you guys are from. Also that I'm annoying to guard. Wait. What?" The guardian and Micheal exchanged annoyed looks, well, an annoyed look and lack of a face look.
Micheal was patrolling the streets with his party frames on, a black shirt emblazoned with a red dragon on it. His dreadlocks swinging around in the air, his belt wasn't even closed around his waist, the two bits attracting the eyes downwards. Micheal was the epitome of lazy asshole thug style, at least, that's what he liked to believe.
He had a cigarette in his left hand, coke bottle in the right and his eyes were extremely red.
He had a cigarette in his left hand, coke bottle in the right and his eyes were extremely red.
The coke spilled and fizzed on the concrete like acidic poison, except without the melting part. Luckily for Ruby, none of the liquid found itself on Micheal's favorite shirt, otherwise there'd be a lot more yelling. Micheal stumbled back awkwardly, putting his hands out in front of him, slowly focusing on the woman that had bumped into him.
"The skies decent, it's better when you do like, acid, dude."
"The skies decent, it's better when you do like, acid, dude."
Micheal raised both of his eyebrows, what a feat of surprise. "It's like a dru-" He paused for a couple of seconds, leaned forward to look her up and down and then leaned backwards, looking very askew. "Okay. I'm not paying child support though." He replied, he stared at her again. "I'm up for round two too, cuz' I don't think it worked right the first time." He said, still high as the sky.
"Can we name him Greg?"
"Can we name him Greg?"
Did she really just want to name their nonexistent child after a pony? A fictional pony at that. From a television show designed for seven year olds and had really bad animation that failed to amuse the high as a kite Micheal? Yup, she just had.
So he swung his arm back as it would go, and flung it forward in the direction of her face. It didn't matter that it was assault, because no cop would ever catch him, and his guardian would deal with would-be killers, he thought he was immortal, and thus, he tended to do stupid shit like this. It was kind of his thing.
So he swung his arm back as it would go, and flung it forward in the direction of her face. It didn't matter that it was assault, because no cop would ever catch him, and his guardian would deal with would-be killers, he thought he was immortal, and thus, he tended to do stupid shit like this. It was kind of his thing.
Micheal kind of stared for a second and then looked at his fist, then at ruby, then at his fist, at the sky, and then back down at Ruby. He stopped to think of an accurate response as to why he had suddenly punched a strange woman claiming that they had sex and she was pregnant. Or maybe just pregnant. He was unsure.
"It seemed like a good idea two seconds ago."
"It seemed like a good idea two seconds ago."
"Okay. You're fucking crazy." He gestured towards himself and then at her. "I'm high, you don't have an excuse." He added, taking a step back, his guardian around so if the cops came, he'd been in big trouble, he took another step back.
"You're not a kid either, go uh... go uh...uh..." Micheal had lost his track of thoughts, and went back to saying something simple.
"Bye."
"You're not a kid either, go uh... go uh...uh..." Micheal had lost his track of thoughts, and went back to saying something simple.
"Bye."
Micheal kept stepping backwards, nearly stumbling over the edge of a pavement path. "Or else what, slut?" He said, his old courage coming back as he continued to back away at a rapid rate. He wished his guardian was here, or at least, he wasn't so high, which was a first.
"Get a better name for the kid first."
"Get a better name for the kid first."
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