Fish: Hey, does anyone want this? *points to his gender*
Mary: Yeah, I don't want mine either, so like... Any takers?
Alex: Yeah, I'll take that one, I don't have it yet.
Nick: I'll take anything. I'm not picky.
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Fish: Hey, does anyone want this? *points to his gender*
Mary: Yeah, I don't want mine either, so like... Any takers?
Alex: Yeah, I'll take that one, I don't have it yet.
Nick: I'll take anything. I'm not picky.
Nick: My priorities are simple: My sister and Alex.
Jackson: Which one ranks over the other though?
Nick: Neither. They're tied.
Jackson: What happens if they both have issues?
Nick: Then I'll physically force myself to manifest a clone like a plant.
Nick exhaled harshly. There was a rush of blood in their mouth, a dull ache to the left side of their temple but they could still move which meant they could still swing which meant, like always, the fight wasn't over.
They ducked a swing and slipped under the next arm, barely dodging the knife.
When they were just starting, their teacher had been clear. She would not go on easy on them. They would have to learn how fend off attacks without audible confirmations, without sound to show where someone was coming from or where they were going.
And they would have to learn it as they went on.
It wasn't something she could teach.
But Nick preserved. They used the negative space around them to block out, in chunks, what they couldn't pick up on and found themself careening backwards in a flip before slipping low to the ground and knocking the person over.
They were down for the count with one hit.
So easy.
Nick grabbed the knife and eased up. The woman before, she was on the ground, weakly trying to ease herself up but they flipped the blade in their hand then dug it deep into the dip between arm and shoulder.
The woman's mouth fell open. Blood seeped through her wound, her coat, pristine white and otherwise immaculate. Nick could almost taste the copper on their tongue.
“I am going to ask you once,” Nick said, trying to find the right cadence, the right vibration to let them know they were speaking loud enough. They twisted the blade in a smidge deeper. Vindication lit up their spine like warmth as the woman shook, her mouth falling open even further in pain. “And you’re gonna sign it, write it down, if you have to. Where the fuck is my sister?”
Alex: Hey! How was the trip?
Nick: Decent. Had to kill a bunch of kidnappers to get Katie and I wound up banned from all Tim Hortons until the end of time but other than that, it was okay. Got to kiss a girl and ride around in a magical car. What about you?
Alex: Eh, I didn’t do much here. Planned for battle, secretly went into battle without telling anyone else, killed a previously immortal twelve year old girl by committing suicide and got forced back into life, kinda unwillingly. Also I had brunch!
Nick: What?
Alex: I had brunch.
Nick: I don't believe in gods. I believe in science.
Kali, a god: Name one science fact.
Nick:
Nick: Chemicals explode sometimes.
Jackson: I would rather die than contend with my emotions in a healthy way.
Kali: I would rather you not but okay.
Nick, who hasn't been born yet: Sounds dumb but okay
Alex, who also hasn't been born yet: NO!!!!!
Marc: You have a terrible moral compass.
Nick, getting ready to rob a Tim Hortons in broad daylight: Actually Alex is my moral compass and when he's not around, I'm allowed to be as feral as possible.
Jackson: If you had to narrow NSFW into one category, what would it be?
Nick: Jackson.