Mikey Kane

#and not the kind of fairy that Brad calls me #gummiichemist

.........this girl was definitely not in uniform. Bright colors? Something other than unapproved KaneCo bodysuits? Julie would have a fit.

....

IT WAS AWESOME.

"Hi! I'm not a muffin but m'name is Mikey! You look like a fairy."

iyashikei

#brad

#i was about to make a post just like this and wow look i already did #shota more like hella

(i really missed using this account)

+elitedeluxian

"Yer new.

Are you the guy here t' fix the cable? Brad chewed through the wires again."

Actually, Mikey got the wires caught in his skates and Brad had to help him cut them out, but neither clone was about to tell that to their Mama.

#elitedeluxian #dont blame me for desired interaction i remEMBERED THE PASSWORDS TO ALL ACCOUNTS VICTORY SCREECH

What the fuck are you doing I thought I'd locked you away

what the fuck are you doing i thought you finally ate it

junkie-redhead

What the fuck did I eat because you’re gonna eat a bullet shotadick

RU DE

#stepclones

What the fuck are you doing I thought I'd locked you away

what the fuck are you doing i thought you finally ate it

Capristthuns hopped into the warren

"I’m guessing you don’t see big rabbits coming into your life on a regular basis either."

"I ain’t never even seen a normal rabbit, neither." the boy points out with a helpfully useless tone, still watching the other, more animalistic version of himself (not himself - of Mike Chilton, he reminds mentally).

"Ouch…" The rabbit bobbed his whiskers for a moment and then rattled his head quickly. He knew it was not really surprised. From what he had seen of other versions of Motorcity, there wasn’t much animal life around anymore. "Well I’m glad to be the first example then!"

"Seen a lot of pictures, tho!" he offered like a reconciliation, shoulders bunching as he rocked forward on his feet.

"Actually, here, I can-" Rocking back, the child brought up both his hands as if to access a holoscreen, like the green ones that were colored just for him back home. However, no such screen popped up, and the 13 year old frowned in confusion.

#motorcitythumper

born-a-bloodsucker

capristthuns started following you

“Uh - kinda?” he chuckled out vacantly, running a hand through his bangs and pinned them back against the top of his head.

“Basically if my mama doesn’t like you, she can condemn anyone to death with a flick a’ her wrist, yanno?”

That might have sounded a little harsh.

born-a-bloodsucker

Matthew started to nod, understanding, before he paused, the realisation of what Mikey said sinking in.

"Wait, you mean your mom is in charge of the city? Like, she’s the leader?"

Good job missing the important point, Matthew.

#bornabloodsucker #prince mikey all hail

"Yep!" the brunet nodded so fast his fringe almost hit him in the eyes, pride sitting in his voice instead of any shred of fear or wariness regarding his mothers power.

"And that makes me, like, a prince or something."

capristthuns:

Almost mimicking, the kid just echoes Jenzen’s posture, his grin curving up like a busted piece of wire as he watches the anxious blond.

God, that wicked grin is even more unsettling. Jenzen’s poised, and his muscles are tensed as he stares at the brunet with suspicion, but he doesn’t budge. He isn’t going to run, and there’s no way in hell he’s going to hurt a kid.

"Are you okay?" the cadet knows that he’s not, but he repeats the question anyway, if only to keep the child there longer. His posture shifts, folding his arms and letting his dark eyes narrow. What the hell is going on?

It might be a disciplinary posture that Jenzen upholds, but the preteen child wouldn’t give that a glance on an ordinary day. And this was anything but ordinary.

“You’re lookin’ a little un-okay yourself there, pal." Mikey chuckles in a voice so unalike to his own, it’s like a well timed lip-sync. Two layers of sound, one voice clinging to the likehood of the boy’s own, of a preteen squeak that couldn’t be anything but normal, but the growly and gasmask-like distortion that overlayed and overpowered his words dragged the eardrums of listeners into a boiling pit. Inhuman.

“Scared of a little k͔̳i͖͓̜͔ͭ̀́ͅd̰̗̞͚̝͔̓̈́?̩̦̘̟̰̟̻ͮ̽̒̊̇̂̚”

As soon as the tiny brunet speaks, Jenzen’s expression turns steely and despite the fact he wants to cringe he keeps his back rigidly straight, arms folded over his chest.

This isn’t Mikey.

At least, it isn’t Mikey right now, that wretched tone that assaults his ears makes that very clear. But what’s happened to him? One thing is clear enough to him, though— he needs to stay with the young brunet. He needs to make sure Mikey doesn’t get hurt (or hurt other people).

"No, I’m not." his voice is definite, dropping his normal kindness and replacing it with a deadpan suspicion, "Now, what’s happened to you?"

#congrats jenzen ur dealing with a telepathic demon child #ily big bro #cadetjenzen

With a humored twitch, the side of Mikey's mouth curved into a bent smirk, twisted and crooked like someone had run over it with a car before it was plastered to the brunet's countenance. His posture was no longer juvenile or harmless, and the boy inherited a standing that made him appear a little more....like his mother.

Feet together, hands clasped, head up.

"Happened?" Mikey echoed, red eyes half-open and humored. "Yanno, I like you a lot more than the Commander, but you ask some dumb questions."

Scanning around the room, the preteen can't resist lingering on the gun at Jenzen's hip, internally amused by the idea of Jenzen trying to use it. And, naturally, killing a child.

So it's not entirely out of place when the gun suddenly fires, a bullet embedding itself into the ground at Jenzen's feet. No, it wasn't an intention to cause harm, but rather an opportunity for Mikey - or whatever was inside of him - to demonstrate the capacity for mayhem.

i was wondering why i was so inclined to use this account this morning

then realized that i had sugary cereal and mnt dew

it begins

#the mikening #ooc

#junkieredhead

Today I am fueled by caffeine, nicotine, and pop rocks

#this could be ooc or ic and no one would know the difference

capristthuns:

Almost mimicking, the kid just echoes Jenzen’s posture, his grin curving up like a busted piece of wire as he watches the anxious blond.

God, that wicked grin is even more unsettling. Jenzen’s poised, and his muscles are tensed as he stares at the brunet with suspicion, but he doesn’t budge. He isn’t going to run, and there’s no way in hell he’s going to hurt a kid.

"Are you okay?" the cadet knows that he’s not, but he repeats the question anyway, if only to keep the child there longer. His posture shifts, folding his arms and letting his dark eyes narrow. What the hell is going on?

#cadetjenzen #i did da thing for u

It might be a disciplinary posture that Jenzen upholds, but the preteen child wouldn't give that a glance on an ordinary day. And this was anything but ordinary.

"You're lookin' a little un-okay yourself there, pal." Mikey chuckles in a voice so unalike to his own, it's like a well timed lip-sync. Two layers of sound, one voice clinging to the likehood of the boy's own, of a preteen squeak that couldn't be anything but normal, but the growly and gasmask-like distortion that overlayed and overpowered his words dragged the eardrums of listeners into a boiling pit. Inhuman.

"Scared of a little k͔̳i͖͓̜͔ͭ̀́ͅd̰̗̞͚̝͔̓̈́?̩̦̘̟̰̟̻ͮ̽̒̊̇̂̚"

Capristthuns hopped into the warren

“I’m sorry, but this is really interesting. Are you from the future or from the past? It is hard to know with these worlds sometimes.”

“Yo, rabbit dude, how m’I supposed to know if m’from the future or past? I ain’t got nothing to compare it to. S’ 2135, where I come from.”

Mocha colored hands slid down into his pockets instead, rocking on his feet to and fro as he inspected the other brunet, green eyes still big and a little confused.

"Well that is definitely a few years from now." The rabbit frowned. It was strange to see this… human in front of him. “I’m sorry this is just a bit confusing is all." He tapped his furry fingers against his head. “I’m guessing you don’t see big rabbits coming into your life on a regular basis either."

"I ain't never even seen a normal rabbit, neither." the boy points out with a helpfully useless tone, still watching the other, more animalistic version of himself (not himself - of Mike Chilton, he reminds mentally).

#motorcitythumper

motor-kitty started following you

Maybe just echoing the volume of her voice with his own, Mikey also kept his voice down, though didn’t look around in paranoia as she did. Heck, what did Mikey have to look out for? There was barely a reason for him to be skeptic of anything.

“Nah, he ain’t my dad. I don’t havva’ dad.” Which, honestly, has never bothered him. Can’t miss what you never had, right?

Right.

“You’re — or, uh, Julie’s — my mom, tho, but I ain’t like other kids.” Maybe for dramatic effect, he lowers his voice again. “M’a clone.”

motor-kitty

"What. Seriously?" Unfortunately, she has no reason to believe her father wouldn’t do something like this for one insane reason or another. “Kane’s cloning people now? I don’t believe this! …Except, well, technically I do, but—"

She shakes her head with an exasperated sigh. Cloning people? Cloning Mike? Whatever her father was up to, she doesn’t like this. Doesn’t like it at all. Folding slender arms tightly across her chest, Julie mumbles, “Good to know he’s apparently he’s lost his mind…"