make you who you are [machi]

[damien blue]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeebe3; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #adadad; width: 100px; border-right: 4px solid #cbcbcb; float: left; padding: 10px; height: 420px; font-family: arial; font-size: 20px; color: #f1efe9; letter-spacing: -1px; ] notes couldn't stop myself... ;w; count none. tags tiddlibum. [/style][style=background-color: #fbfaf8; border-right, border-top, border-bottom: 4px solid #e8e5de; -webkit-border-radius: 2px; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding:8px; text-align:justify; color: #6d6d6d; padding: 20px; overflow: auto; height: 400px; overflow: auto;]It always felt weird to Damien wandering into the Osiris District. It was dirty, mossy and crumbling. He lived in the richest district of the city thanks to his soldier brother. So going into an area that was wrecked from war and bombing was... different. It made Damien nervous knowing that, if it weren't for Sterling being a soldier, he'd probably be living out here too. He wouldn't be allowed to go to school anymore. There'd be no more playing around at the mall or long shopping sprees. He'd be a refugee in hiding and he'd have guns pointed at him more often than they usually were. Damien hated the idea of it all. Just as much as he hated that all these people who lived in these parts had to go through with that too. The only reason Damien had come to these parts was because he was looking for a friend. But he didn't know where in this rubble that his friend lived. Usually, he was inviting Machi over to his house. His big, furnished, clean house. Damien was almost afraid to know what conditions Machi was living in. He wished he could take his friend home and keep him forever. But it wouldn't be safe having him so close to the government. Damien hadn't called first to warn Machi that he'd be coming to see him. He hadn't told him to come meet him anywhere either. Instead, Damien just walked by himself down the cracking sidewalks, staring at the broken houses and wondering if any of them were Machi's. But he didn't clue. It wasn't raining, but it was definitely cold. Damien had been in such a rush to get here, that he hadn't brought a jacket. He dressed only in baggy jeans and a thin t-shirt. He was freezing. The boy's arms were wrapped around himself, his skin covered in goosebumps as his teeth chattered together from the cold. It was late- dinner time about, if Damien had been home. But Sterling was on patrol tonight. If Damien were at home, he'd be eating alone. He didn't want to be alone. Damien slumped against a stop sign, the red paint chipping away so that, instead, only the word "top" was visible. His back slid down the cold metal, his shirt riding up a bit behind him. But he took a seat on the sidewalk, his arms wrapped tight around himself. It didn't make him feel any less cold. Damien wasn't going to give up and go home. He was just going to sit there on the cement and be stubborn. He'd sit and hope that someone around here might know who the hell Machi Clarke was and where he could find him... because Damien refused to go anywhere until he'd seen him again. [/style]

template by john of ote

[machi clarke]

[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: 7dacae padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #161616; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 000 words TAGS: ANN! NOTES: RAWR CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 7px solid #161616;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]Machi didn't fear this area. It was dangerous, dark, cold, but he didn't fear it. Because he was the powerful one here - others thought themselves big because they had knives and cold hearts but they didn't compare to him, the boy of the shadows. He was the one in control, he was the master and controller of this dirty waste land. He looked over that land now, crouched on a roof, those dark hidden eyes taking in the details of the street. He was hidden - Machi that was. He was all Mute now. Wearing that tell-tall cloak and white japanese style mask. It was made for him by a darling friend, one who was long past now and he couldn't dare to part with it. Every time he put on the mask, he remembered the innocent fingers that created it, the innocent life snuffed out by the cruel nature of others. He would destroy those people. That is why he was Mute. Which there was far more to then simply a hood and mask. Underneath was a black tanktop, with a collar that inched up his neck and connected with the black cloth over his mouth and nose. It was tight, hugging his body as did the black bottoms, the cuffs tucked into black boots. Everything was black - even the protective vest over his chest and almost shoulder high gloves. He was covered, protected, ready. The shadow boy was completely prepared for anything.. ..except what appeared, Damien. He wasn't prepared for the panic, for dropping off the roof and yanking the other behind a breaking home. He wasn't ready to have his best friend shoved up against the aged wooden wall, gripping his shoulders and to feel his grip shaking in almost panic. That stupid boy didn't belong down here! It was dangerous, it was dark, it was corrupt. Angels could not step in this hell. Yet here one stood, so innocent and pure from the dark that it almost hurt Machi to have any relation to the bright child. Still, he slowly shook his head.. and stayed still. The only thing that was different now then before on the roof was his hood had slipped off, exposing that mop of black hair and bits of his pale skin not covered by the mask - behind which his eyes were wide with worry.[/style]

[damien blue]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeebe3; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #adadad; width: 100px; border-right: 4px solid #cbcbcb; float: left; padding: 10px; height: 420px; font-family: arial; font-size: 20px; color: #f1efe9; letter-spacing: -1px; ] notes couldn't stop myself... ;w; count none. tags tiddlibum. [/style][style=background-color: #fbfaf8; border-right, border-top, border-bottom: 4px solid #e8e5de; -webkit-border-radius: 2px; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding:8px; text-align:justify; color: #6d6d6d; padding: 20px; overflow: auto; height: 400px; overflow: auto;]It was like a mini heart attack when Damien, out of nowhere, was yanked from the cement sidewalk and dragged away by his arm. It would have been really creepy and Damien would have started to panic if it weren't for the fact that he knew that cloak. He knew that mask. The touch- the one that pulled him along- was also familiar. When you were touched by one person so often? It sometimes felt like you could recognize their touch anywhere. It wasn't always true. But this boy was being gentle and that alone told Damien that this was his friend. Damien stumbled, his back against the wall and gaze lifting to stare up at the mask of the boy who was just barely taller than he was. A smile tugged at his lips and he reached up his hands carefully. He didn't say a word, just hooked his fingers around that mask and slowly tugged it from his face. Sure enough, it was that familiar face. Damien smiled wider now and gently set the mask down. This time, when his hands lifted, it was to cup the superhero's face and lean in to gently kiss his bottom lip. He held it there a moment and sighed, whispering, "Machi... you found me." Gripping at either side of Machi's cloak, he pulled it open, bringing their bodies close together. He tried to fit himself inside the cloak, wrapping around his own body to try and get warm. Damien was freezing! Between the warm cloak and Machi's body heat, he was feeling comfy all over again. "I needed to see you!" Damien chirped, sounding cheerful now that he'd finally found his friend. Rather, his friend found him. His hands were still holding the fabric of the cloak, knowing it would probably fall off from him if he let go. "And now I have seen you. I feel so lucky!" [/style]

template by john of ote

[machi clarke]

[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: 7dacae padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #161616; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 000 words TAGS: ANN! NOTES: RAWR CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 7px solid #161616;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;] Beautiful, that is the only thing that Machi would think while staring at this other. His eyes had been filled with a shock that hurt Machi, but the soon warmth that filled them nearly killed his fast beating heart. The kiss didn't help. As the mask had been removed, the youth closed his eyes and kept them that way during the kiss. A small sigh escaped and it only took moments before Machi wrapped his arms around the other's waist. Once Damien was in his cloak, the youth pressed the other against himself. He couldn't pull out his notebook, his arms occupied and soon so was his mouth again. Kissing the other fully, The dark clad male pinned Damien between the wall and himself, holding the affection and enjoying it far more then he should. Damien tasted sweet - it was lovely but the bastard more or less ruined sugar for him. It didn't compare any more. As the kiss broke, he slowly pulled away.. and those dark eyes finally opened, locking on the others. He was so.. mh. As much as the hero wished he could merely stare at this other, take in his beautiful..everything, there was obviously something the other needed. When Damien needed him, Machi was nothing short of a servant to their master. Reaching a gloved hand, the mute gently traced a Y on Damien's cheek, a weak smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He wasn't sure if he wanted it to be personal, or something more. Damien wasn't in his guise.. so it couldn't be trouble really, could it? Still, Machi cupped Damien's face, making the other look as he tried to mouth his words ' you.. do not be-long here'. He tried to make it clear.. then tightly held him close, nuzzling the other's neck with a sigh. He felt.. cold, so he was trying to warm the other.[/style]

[damien blue]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeebe3; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #adadad; width: 100px; border-right: 4px solid #cbcbcb; float: left; padding: 10px; height: 420px; font-family: arial; font-size: 20px; color: #f1efe9; letter-spacing: -1px; ] notes couldn't stop myself... ;w; count none. tags tiddlibum. [/style][style=background-color: #fbfaf8; border-right, border-top, border-bottom: 4px solid #e8e5de; -webkit-border-radius: 2px; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding:8px; text-align:justify; color: #6d6d6d; padding: 20px; overflow: auto; height: 400px; overflow: auto;]Damien felt safe right here and right now. He’d been safe at home too, but home was never the same without Machi to keep him company. This doesn’t mean Damien didn’t love to be around his brother! It was just easiest to be with this dark haired boy. He could say anything to him without being afraid that he’ll end up judged or made fun of. There were mutant related things that Damien could talk about with Machi, but never his brother, Sterling. His brother was a soldier, after all. It was hard to talk about your mutant habits to a man who would be ordered to kill you on sight, even if you’re family. Though Damien tried not to think about what Sterling would do if he knew what he was. It’s why Damien hid his mutant genes from his brother. He was afraid that Sterling might choose his job over his family. It was a stupid thought that shouldn’t even be in Damien’s mind, but he was still afraid of it. At least Machi knew he was a mutant and accepted him for it. They were both mutants and it didn’t make them love each other any less. Tilting his head, Damien kissed the finger that had been used to write on his cheek and smiled innocently. ”Y-O-U. You are why I am here. I just wanted to come see you. I-is that wrong…?” the boy stuttered, his smile faltering a little because of it. He shut his eyes tight and turned his gaze away. Of course, there was more to him being here than that. But Damien didn’t want to think of the heartbreaking phone calls he always got- today included. Damien had run all the way out here because he wanted to be happy. And who in the world made him happier than Machi Clarke? No one, that’s who. ”Why are you worrying about me? I can be wherever I want! You know I’m totally way stronger than I look. No one is gonna get their hands on me. ‘Cept you, of course.” Damien had to be thankful that it was Machi who showed up to find him and not a soldier patrolling through this region of the city. The boy let go of the cloak, finding that it stayed around him now that his back was pressed to the wall by the body in front of him. This allowed his fingers to trail up the other male’s chest and soon up his neck till his hands were cupping Machi’s cheeks. Damien gave him a warm smile, leaning in to touch his forehead to Machi’s, whispering, ”Are you busy, Machi? You’re in your hero gear. Did I interrupt you or are you able to make some room in your saving the world schedule for me to fit in?” Damien wasn’t stupid. He knew the answer to that. He knew that Machi would drop whatever he was doing to be with him, just as Damien would do the same. But he felt rude not asking first. [/style]

template by john of ote

[machi clarke]

[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: 7dacae padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #161616; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 000 words TAGS: ANN! NOTES: RAWR CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 7px solid #161616;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]Too busy for Damien? Who the hell did this kid think he was talking to. This wasn't just some random man, a simple tom that knew little of Damien and his needs. This was Machi - the one who knew Damien better then that darling boy knew himself. Machi knew everything about him - from his favourite colour right down to the way he liked his veggies cooked. He knew everything.. and that is why his heart dropped at the sight of the other. Damien had that look - that crave, that need for another. He was feeling lonely, no doubt upset but Machi didn't push. Instead he softly kissed the other's forehead in a loving way before fumbling around the pounce on his side. After a few moments, he withdrew a small electronic device - a phone.. of sorts. It had no call log, no text archives and actually had been shut off a long time ago. But typing still worked, and that is all Machi needed. 'you can not be out here. we need to take you home.'

[/color] There was a gentle frown on his face, concern. He always grew anxious about Damien being on this side of town - he didn't want his personal angel in this disgusting filth. Machi couldn't take the other to his house -- he lacked one. Arion didn't know of course, Machi simply lied and he was quite good, since he could not verbally give himself away. Machi lived among the refugee's, and homes were not ..well.. that easy to get.

It didn't help the child was nothing short of a loner, so he slept away from the other, curled up alone and silent and he tried to sleep. He never let Damien go there - he couldn't blow the other's human cover. So he nuzzled the boy's locks, typing again. 'I can stay the night with you, if you wish. I was doing nothing, simply paroling.. I feel comfortable in this.'[/color] it was true. Machi's ..wear always made him feel.. happy. Safe. Stronger.. those dark eyes now stared at Damien, awaiting his reply.[/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[damien blue]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeebe3; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #adadad; width: 100px; border-right: 4px solid #cbcbcb; float: left; padding: 10px; height: 420px; font-family: arial; font-size: 20px; color: #f1efe9; letter-spacing: -1px; ] notes couldn't stop myself... ;w; count none. tags tiddlibum. [/style][style=background-color: #fbfaf8; border-right, border-top, border-bottom: 4px solid #e8e5de; -webkit-border-radius: 2px; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding:8px; text-align:justify; color: #6d6d6d; padding: 20px; overflow: auto; height: 400px; overflow: auto;]But Damien didn't want to go home. He didn't voice that, but he really just wanted to stay here outside. He had left his phone at home and, of course, that was the problem. Weren't the people on the end of the phone always his problem? They were because words didn't hurt him any less just because he couldn't see the face that was saying them on the other end. As long as he was away from home, there would be no phone calls! As long as he was out here, he had only Machi and Damien loved it that way. Who else did he need besides this boy here? His brother. But that was obvious already. If you threw Damien on an island with Sterling and Machi, he could live... for a very long time. Still, Damien managed to keep his smile wide and voice chipper. "No way, Machi! We're always at my house. Let's go explore or something. Find somewhere fun to be instead of my lame, boring house," Damien tried to convince him, his fingers poking more than a couple of times at the other male's throat, hoping it would either win him over to his side or annoy him enough to do what he was suggesting. "We could go exploring, or shopping, or out for food, or swimming... come on, Machi!" Damien's fingers wrapped carefully around Machi's wrists, not caring that he was holding onto the little writing phone device. He lifted the other's hands and leaned in to kiss at his fingertips, peeking up at the darker boy and smiling innocently. "But we gotta get you out of those clothes if we're going anywhere. Wouldn't want to go out for fun and then have people freaking out over their superhero being in town, right?" the boy giggled, his face nuzzling warmly at the back of the other's hands, hoping he would go for everything he was suggesting to him. [/style]

template by john of ote

[machi clarke]

[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: 7dacae padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #161616; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 000 words TAGS: ANN! NOTES: RAWR CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 7px solid #161616;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]He was going to kill him, simple as that. Machi loved Damien, he adored him and cherished how innocent he could be -- however he forgot how immature he could be as well. Gently glaring at the other, Machi took his hand away from the other, shaking his head. Typing as quickly as he could, the male held up the phone again, scowling so the other could read it. 'Idiot! How many times have I told you that you can't come here?! It's not SAFE. You want to get captured?! ... even if you fake human, rebels can hurt you.'

[/color] Staring at him.. Machi sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.. before typing again. 'I can't change! .. I can't take you to my house, but I can't leave you..'[/color]

.. He knew this was about something more. So he sighed.. and wrapped his arms around the other, tightly hugging him before pressing his face into the other's neck. He loved him..so much.. he hated scolding him, he hated snipping at him.. Pulling back a bit, those dark eyes stared at the man silently.. before softly kissing his lips, holding the phone up again. ' I'm..sorry. I just .. always worry for you. .. If I let you come home, you HAVE to tell me the REAL reason you are here.'[/color] He gave him a weak frown, searching his face. The men had known each other for years, he knew the other pretty damn well.. putting the phone away, he let his fingers run through those brown locks before taking his hand and giving a tug, leading him.. but was looking around cautiously.. then back to Damien. He was waiting for him to agree or not.[/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[damien blue]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeebe3; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #adadad; width: 100px; border-right: 4px solid #cbcbcb; float: left; padding: 10px; height: 420px; font-family: arial; font-size: 20px; color: #f1efe9; letter-spacing: -1px; ] notes couldn't stop myself... ;w; count none. tags tiddlibum. [/style][style=background-color: #fbfaf8; border-right, border-top, border-bottom: 4px solid #e8e5de; -webkit-border-radius: 2px; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding:8px; text-align:justify; color: #6d6d6d; padding: 20px; overflow: auto; height: 400px; overflow: auto;]Apparently, it was possible to read dialogue and feel intimidated by it. Damien had read a lot of scary books, but Machi wasn't writing a book! He was just writing his own speech. Yet it still caused Damien to get nervous and give an apologetic smile. He didn't mean to make him angry, but Machi should have known by now that Damien likes danger. He was attracted to it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have joined up to be a superhero and save the world if he were afraid of it. Damien wished Machi wouldn't worry. Other humans- like Emi!- came in here all the time. And no one mistook her for a mutant. So why would any of them think Damien was too? Was it so wrong to just wander through here with a friend? The refugees should be happy to see humans here. It meant that not everyone was afraid of them. Though Damien wasn't really as human as he claimed. "But the rebels don't hurt civilians... that's all I am. The rebels aren't bad people, so don't act like they are," Damien whispered, shifting uncomfortably as he pulled his arms from Machi and instead just wrapped them around himself. "Does come home mean your home? I'll tell you anything you want, though there isn't much to tell, only as long as we can go to your home. Not mine," he stated, having no intention of being torn from that idea. It was either go to Machi's home, or Damien was going to sit here, in the middle of nowhere, and pout. He walked all the way here and there was no way that Machi was going to take him back. Sure, Machi had shadows on his side, but Damien had the strength of an elephant, if it's what he wanted. So there was no way that he was going to budge. [/style]

template by john of ote

[machi clarke]

[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: 7dacae padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #161616; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 000 words TAGS: ANN! NOTES: RAWR CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 7px solid #161616;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]'YES THEY DO!'

[/color] He used text, glaring at the boy - .. but out of pure concern. He couldn't.. handle him being hurt. After typing this he sighed, tightly embracing the boy.. kissing his cheek.. before holding up the phone again. 'Not all the rebels are.. together. Some have broken away into their own groups -- groups that hurt humans..'[/color] Gently shaking his head, the boy took the other's hand and tugged him. He led Damien further into the ally they were using - they took ally's the whole way. Machi was silent was they walked, tightly holding Damien's hand and keeping him close. The boy was calm, but he had his body ready to strike if something happened, his shadow geared up to leap forward if needed.

It wasn't, thankfully. The pair made it to a certain area - a rather shambled building - and he raised the shadow. He made it stick behind them, making the area around them darker - dark enough to make him almost unviewable to anyone that was possibly watching. Moving through was actually still a barely standing doorway, and up some sad excuse for stairs. He helped the other walk up, dropping the shadow and through a thankfully sturdy hallway. Grabbing a door, he shoved it open and gently nudged Damien inside, looking around once before stepping in himself and closing the door.

There was next to nothing. Just a pile of tattered blankets that were tossed over a thrown out mattress. Beside it was some clothing - all black - and a few tools - knives mostly, something Machi seemed to always carry but hated using. Dropping on the mat, he pat beside him, holding up the phone. '.. I never wanted you to see this.'[/color] He frowned.. Then grabbed a small item - the only real electronic - and placed his phone on it. It was a battery charged charger.. it was easier then trying to steal a real charger and find some actual watts. Rolling his eyes.. he flopped backwards, laying hands over his face. He was..ashamed. Damien wasn't rich, but he wasn't poor. He lived well, healthy, clean. Yet he was.. disgusting. Sure, he could have said with Arion.. no, he couldn't. That would risk Arion's life - that is why he left. He gave up his home, his family, his life to keep that man from being in danger..[/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]