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Ah, no no, Pamos. Could you find a less.. destructive way to try to control your abilities? Yes, alright at least you weren't harming any humans. That was a plus, but you seemed to have gotten quite the number of stares when that oak tree fell down in front of you. That doesn't normally happen in public parks. Ah, perhaps you should just-- go.
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Oh, how entertaining this thing was. It was a piece of plastic construction in such a way on a thin piece of wood that the plastic spun when the wind blew past. The lasy at the shop called it a pinwheel. There were very popular among small children, she had said, but Pamos also found the thing rather endearing. His was a light, transparent purple, and it didn't spin too fast, yet it was still fairly lively. Oh, it was very entertaining.
;drops a lot of threads
{ L o s t in thought,
For some minutes he does not speak.
This earth is not his, it is true, he does not b e l o n g.
This world was made for humanity,
And the angels were merely to serve, follow orders.
But this? Are they permitted to take the powers of God?
To create?
Yet, the creation of this is not the same as of man.
How may he know of the thingsbeyond his power? }
I am not. I do not belong here.
There was a long pause before the other man spoke again, which Pamos didn't really mind. The male seemed to be entranced by his own thoughts. Perhaps Pamos hit a soft spot? Or simply gave the other something to think about. His brows pulled together, his gaze averting to the ground beneath the bench he sat on.
"--What's your name?"
Cat Called Calvin || Chaos & Pamos
“Or we can just kill it.” Don’t worry, Pamos, Cal is just shooting shit, he actually doesn’t want to kill it…. for now. Sighing, the trait reaches out, the kitten letting out a small mew and inching back. Rolling his eyes, he waits, hand out and it sniffs him before relaxing and he allows his fingers to scratch over its head, blue tendrils falling from his fingers to curl around the cat as it starts to purr then, he drops his hand and looks at him. “There, it’s fixed of all possibly disgusting diseases and fleas.” Blue hues eye cat for another moment. “The litter box and food stays upstairs with you and it’s your job to take care of it, got it? And keep it from Greed’s clothes. If it scratches up a suit it’ll be dead by morning. “
Pamos just sort of watched Chaos do his thing, him standing up a bit tense, rather nervous. What Chaos had said sort of threw Pamos off his gear. For a second he couldn't tell whether or not the trait was serious or not. But his fears were soon shooed away when he noted the blue tendrils. It was a rather nice color, nothing death would bring. Plus, Calvin (what he decided to name the kitty), was purring.
It took a moment to process, to be honest. It was just like a slew of words just thrown at him in rapid succession. But once it went through, a slow grin spread on his lips. Oh, Chaos! He just wanted to-- what was that thing people did do show affection? --Hug? His weight sort of shifted from foot to foot, and all he seemed to be able to get out was, "Y-Yeah!"
Cat Called Calvin || Chaos & Pamos
“What the fuck is that?” Yes, Chaos is sitting on at the counter top doing a crossword puzzle. Don’t ask. Don’t ask about the face either. He’s feeling a little off and doesn’t know what to do about it but instead of asking anyone he’s just going to suck it up like usual and get fucking through whatever it is. The ‘that’ mews and his eyes narrow before he’s snapping his fingers, the little cat in the shoe box appearing on the counter as it pokes out its little head. “Is this a stray?” His nose wrinkles in slight disgust. “It could be diseased.”
"It's a kitten!"
Pamos wasn't going to ask questions about the face right now, considering that might have pissed Chaos off. He wanted to do everything in his power to keep the little guy. It's face appeared split down the middle, half really dark brown, half sort of orange. The two eyes were different colors too. It sort of reminded Pamos of himself. Y'know, mutated and different. Perhaps that's why Pamos liked the kitty so much; they were so alike. Oh, oh. The poor thing seemed frightened. Pamos held out his hands, letting the kitty jump into his arms. There, there. Chaos won't hurt you. Well, that was the plan, at least.
"Can we get him checked?"
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✜ —— It was a lot to take in and try not to choke on — did he just say he was a mutant? Like the kind from X-Men?…No, he shouldn’t say that it would probably insult Pamos, and after seeing what he was capable of he didn’t exactly want to do that. “So…you just absorbed my pain? From…” He looked at his knuckles which had once been cut with bone protruding, now healed completely. “From my hand….but why would you want to hurt yourself for me? I’m a complete stranger.”
Kindness was not something the boy knew, he didn’t understand it or find it necessary — so to receive it from someone else, a man he’d just met five seconds ago was confusing to John. He nods eagerly, wanting to learn more about this marvelous creature. “Yes— yes, let’s go do that!” He’s like a kid in a candy shop, high on sugar.
That statement sort of shut Pamos up for a moment. Why did he want to help this guy-- this person whose name he didn't even know. Wait! His name? That was a good digression. It gave him more time to think about what gave him the heart to help this guy out. "--What's your name?" He asked, his brows tugging together lightly, sort of flickering between making eye contact with the male and looking down towards the ground. Perhaps it was the fact that Pamos spent so much time hurting people, it was nice to help for a change. Not be a total monster.
"Lead the way!" Pamos said, a small grin growing on his face. He sort of didn't know his way around this giant place, considering he managed to get lost and meander around to the locker room, so maybe it was better if the other led the way.
{ ~ ♡ ~ } Coincidentally, Valentine was contemplating on doing the same thing. The angel was surely strong enough to take him down, but she had no desire for the attention that would follow. Laying on the floor next to him, she glared at the robbers with malice in her eyes. This is why she despised leaving her home. It just seemed as if humans got a kick out of making her late for her appointments. All she had wanted to do was open a bank account.
Mumbling something profanity under her breathe, she looked to the man beside her. Taking note of his uneasiness, she offered a smile.
Perhaps it were best for Pamos to simply fade into the ground. He had many ghostlike abilities and phasing was one of his favorites. He was able to become invisible and phase through solid objects. Maybe this was his best choice right now? Or perhaps he should do something to stop the robbers in general? Oh, how he wished. In fact, he was just building up the courage to phase when his eyes met those of someone next to him, and they smiled. Sure, he smiled back, but now they would probably take note of his merging into the ground.
Sucked.
{❧} This vampire had no idea what was going on either. People were panicking everywhere, and she didn’t get it. But Helena was curious to find out, so she looked for the calmest face she could find. It happened to be this Pamos kid, not that she knew his name yet. “Hey, any idea what sort of shit is going on here? People are acting like goddamn headless chickens.” And not for any reason that she could see.
They were still running-- some screaming, some crying, but only two out of the entire crowd were standing there like complete fools. Pamos and.. well, this other girl. Soon she came up to him, asking about the whole panic thing. "Well, I'm not sure, but--" B A M! Right there by his foot! An explosive of dirt rose up from the ground. Something small and fast fell from the sky, and Pamos easily identified it as a bullet. Someone was in the air? They were shooting? How hadn't he noticed the roar of the helicopters before? The call of the police sirens? Nothing made sense right now, but Pamos was way too shocked to think at this point; couldn't even think about moving.
{ We do not waver under scrutiny;
We are not always seen as we are, but we may be able to hear what we think; so what judgement could possibly pass that has not before?
We have already been judged and our price has been p a i d,
Now what is left for those without purpose? What is there for an angel when his grace has been torn from his chest, like a child from it’s mother? }
There emanates a sound and it is consistent of those whom are lonely. I have watched man for all of their time, and loneliness is contagious in not only humanity.
{ Yet there is a hesitation;
Does he dare question the slight timidity of a being so lonely?
For some things are best left unspoken; and some only FESTER in the d a r k. }
That got a small smile out of Pamos. Oh, the irony. He spoke as though he was a higher being than the rest of humanity-- and perhaps he was. Possibly this man was not of this world. Not a man. This man could have simply been talking about himself being not of humanity, but he could have also be referring to Pamos being of only slight human origin, the rest being pure monster. It was a possibility; and an interesting one at that.
Ignoring the original topic at hand. "Why do you speak as though you aren't of this world?"
Cat Called Calvin || Chaos & Pamos
Why was he nervous about asking Chaos to keep the cat? If he said no, well, then Pamos would just hide it. Keep it in secret, yeah? Unfortunately that made him even more anxious about the whole thing. Like, what if Chaos kicked him out? He's still only been there a week, really. But hey, at least he's gotten close to Ivan in that time, which was cool, right? Ivan cuddled up to him at night since apparently Greg wouldn't let him sleep with Chaos. Odd, huh? Whatever. It just calmed Pamos down. It was odd sleeping in a bed that he didn't have to leave the say after. It was oddly unsettling. Weird to talk about. Anyway.
There was a cat! Pamos had this little shoe-box came with the shoes Greed made him buy. They were these cute little things titled after a motorized vehicle. Vans, were they? Regardless, his kitty was in there. He loved this kitty. It was a perfect combination of cute and playful and Ivan just loved the little guy. He must've looked pretty pathetic walking up to Chaos with the shoe-box, looking at the other with hopeful eyes. "So, I have a thing." He told the other, eyebrows raising in expectation.
I walk a lonely road;
The only one that I have ever known.
I walk this [ empty ] street on the boulevard of ~ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs~
(x), (x), (x), (x)
Hands shoved in his hoodie's pockets, Pamos continued walking. It was a pretty foggy day out, which he didn't mind. Not many people walked around graveyards with fog. They tended to be the setting a ton of horror films. But it wasn't like heavy mist fog, it was just calm, serene fog that wouldn't let you see four feet in front of you. That's all.
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