http://top-teen-38.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] top-teen-38.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-11-10 09:54 pm

Building a family [hella open]

 Slobo had been puttering around the ship for an hour, thinking and looking. He quickly found that if you looked hard enough, between W&P and the City itself, you could find anything. In the end, he was standing outside a Courtyard by Marriott hotel about a click outside of "Escherville" with spraypaint and a very large block of stone. At first he had thought about the Vatican, but it was too wrecked from the zombie fight. Plus, this place had an indoor pool. He spraypainted a large message on the wall next to the door, red with black outline.
"OUTSIDERS
COMMUNITY SERVICE
FIELD TRAINING
PEER COUNSELING
 
On the sandwich board tucked near the door, he wrote "12-21? Info and Tryouts inside" and left it out in front. Now, he took his large rock into the lobby and began carving. And waited.
 
 
 

[identity profile] thekohakuriver.livejournal.com 2009-11-12 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Haku leapt off the roof in a streaming flow transforming as he touched the ground, standing before Slobo as a facsimile of a human. He studied the graffiti, since he'd been invited and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

"What are you doing?" he replied, with derision.

[identity profile] thekohakuriver.livejournal.com 2009-11-12 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Haku tilted his head thoughtfully through this explanation, still frowning. The humans in this place were so strange. Take this boy, for example— his coloring made him look like some twisted version of a grave-spirit or a corpse, but he smelled too much like a mortal to be anything else.

"I meant, to the wall," he drawled, "Who are you?"

[identity profile] thekohakuriver.livejournal.com 2009-11-12 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
"It smells of poison," Haku muttered, reaching out to touch the still-wet paint with two fingertips. He glared at the mark on his fingers as if it had personally insulted him by being there, then shifted his eyes up to Slobo.

"I've never heard of your kind," and it was almost an apology, "What is your name?"

[identity profile] thekohakuriver.livejournal.com 2009-11-12 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Haku opened his mouth to give the name he still thought of himself, the one Yubaba had forced on him, 'Haku.' But he hesitated. No, that wasn't his name, not anymore. He remembered now.

"I am the Kohaku River's god," He said, which was as simply as true name could be translated, "I'm also called Kohaku, by a friend."

[identity profile] thekohakuriver.livejournal.com 2009-11-12 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Do they not have rivers where you live?" he snorted, turning away. He didn't care about what Slobo used as his name, so long as he could remember it's proper form. After all it isn't what you're called that matters most, it's what you answer to, "I was once called Haku, if that's not to complex for you."

[identity profile] thekohakuriver.livejournal.com 2009-11-12 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
"We bring the rains, and guard the waters as the flow to the sea," He explained, with a detached callousness, "Depending on the river, there are other duties, to feed the marshes, or to purify mortals bring to us. If they fall in, we're allowed to eat them, drown them, do whatever we want."

Not that he'd done such a thing in nearly a century, but it was always a temptation. Like newts, humans smelled terrible when alive, but were tasty when roasted.

"What is it you do?"

[identity profile] thekohakuriver.livejournal.com 2009-11-12 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
"You're right," He had to smile at that, thinking about how Chihiro's courage had inspired the same in him, "And now you're advertising yourself as an 'outsider'?"

Perhaps this Slobo was worth more time. Even the rough-voiced Lin had proven a good ally and friend in the end, despite her inconsistencies. This boy could prove the same.

"It's a name that has power."

[identity profile] thekohakuriver.livejournal.com 2009-11-12 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Like a bunch of frogs, arguing over who got the choicest cut from a meal that had already fallen in the mud. Maybe it was something that was true, for all groups of people who must work together.

"The water within is poisoned," Haku decided, and gave Slobo a curt nod, "If it were not regularly purified, it could make you sick."

[identity profile] thekohakuriver.livejournal.com 2009-11-12 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Hm," Hakur nodded solemnly, then offered Slobo a polite bow, "I'll be there, if you need me."