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He felt bad. He thought about a song he'd heard in town when he was young.
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Lost in his thoughts, sleepy, and comforted by the sound of the brook as he tried ever more lazily to wash himself, Josh was confronted with the presence of a large, warm rock to sun on, and began to nod off after a few moments. At first let his head droop, some of his hair fell across his shoulder, and for a moment he had to have been asleep. He was unsure of just how long he'd been out when his head snapped up and around as result of some stimulus he hadn't consciously experienced. As he pushed himself up to look for the source of his reaction, he saw the very person he'd wound up here looking for. "Oh hey there," he slurred sleepily, "I'm glad I found you, I wanted to apologize about Greg, he's like a drunk or something and he gets all crazy when there's nobody to give him beer. Something about someone has to give him the beer, beer he gets on his own is no good somehow. One time he was so mad he chased me through town, throwing bar stools, during the pumpkin festival...." he trailed off. Eventually, regaining some sense of priority and diction, he offered, "That stuff isn't important though, what's important is that you ignore him. He lets the liquor do his thinking even when there's not a drop of it in him." He laid his head back down and, after a moment, spoke again; "I'm sorry I can't be more attentive, I'm just so tired."
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Velina sighed softly. "It's fine. He's right. I'm a demon." she said, repeating what her father told her everyday and every night. She looked into his eyes, the sun reflecting off of her crimson eyes and making them shine bright scarlet. She didn't bother hiding it, since she had to return home. She wasn't interested in Greg's life story, since it was similar to her father's. She'd experienced the pain of a beer bottle hitting the side of her head. The result was broken glass leaving scars on her cheek.
Velina forced a smile, hoping that he would be too tired to notice it. "Didn't you get any sleep last night?" she asked, wondering if it was because of her coming late at night. "It's fine, really all the things he said. I apologize for causing such problems." she looked down. Josh and his brother; those two were the only 'friends' she'd had in a while. The only people she could talk to. She hated to go and return to her normal life, the daughter of a drunk.
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"I tried gettin' in to one of them scholarly institutions to write books for rich folk, but they didn't want me, said I'd lose them too much money on account of the cost of candles. Personally, I keep bees and make my own now, they were right. I do cost a lot on account of needin' candles." He yawned, and paused for a while, struggling not to fall back asleep. "I wish I could go home and sleep in my bed, this rock's warm but it ain't exactly comfortable, but Greg's more'n'likely waiting for me to go back there. God damned son of a bitch will put off work just to harass me if I don't open the bar when I'm supposed to. I guess I could sleep on the ground, but then I'd be filthy again and that would bother me so much..." he trailed off, whatever he'd been thinking had practically blown away on the breeze. "I'm sorry, all I can think about right now is going to bed. It's awful rude of me."
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Velina shook her head. "No, it's fine. I'm used to people treating me like he did." she heard his confession and she was a little surprised. He sounded just like one of the myths she'd been told. She didn't say it though, since she knew how she felt about people saying things about her. Velina listened to him ramble and realized just how much she'd miss talking to someone without worrying. "Well, you can go back now. Go to bed if you want. You don't have to bother with me anymore." she was terrified of going home. She'd been away for too long. Her father would beat her to deat; she knew it.
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Velina gave a soft sigh, listening to the logic in his words. "I guess, but I'll be in deep trouble if father does send people to look for me. He's just too poor to hire anyone. He's not gonna miss me. He's just gonna be wondering where his 'slave' is. Ever since momma got killed-" she stopped, sighing. She'd already given too much away. "Nevermind. I guess I could go back with you... only gonna get myself killed if I go back." she said, looking down at her soaked dress. The fabric was a bit see-through, but only up to her waist. On her side, a symbol was just barely visible; a star inside a circle. She held her arm so her wouldn't see it. It was a sign of something, but she wasn't sure. "I suppose a little female companionship would be good for your sister. I've never actually talked to her, though."
She got out of the stream and didn't bother trying to dry her dress. It was ruined for good, no use trying to save it. In the woods, she saw a man out of the corner of her eye. "Um... who are you?" she asked softly as he approached. She wondered if this was just another lost soul that hadn't passed on yet. If it was, Josh would surely think she was crazy. After all, the soul was usually only visible to her. The man didn't answer her, but only pointed to the stream. "Um... you died in the stream?" the man simply shrugged and disappeared. She gave a confused sigh. Things were getting very complicated...
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Greg stared at Brian for a full second's worth of stunned disbelief.
Then he pointed at his strange sword.
"THAT SWORD IS BULLSHIT AND SO ARE YOU," he roared. "I'M SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE THOSE FUNKY TOOLMARKS AND SHIT MAKE IT A SWORD OF DESTINY OR MAGICALITY? WELL FUCK YOU I KNOW SWORDS." Greg natural rage at not having a proper morning hangover was magnified by this insult; focused like light through a lens, at the mere thought of somebody assuming they could manipulate him so.
"I'LL SHOW YOU MAGIC, MOTEHRFUCKER," he said, bending down and scooping up the flustered chicken, the first thing he laid eyes on. This is why Greg never used his hammers to commit violence- by the time he remembered he had hammers with him, everybody in the room was unconscious. The shortest distance between Greg's rage and and somebody's face was through his fist.
Velina's brief ministrations had done nothing to relieve the chickens shock, so it didn't fight back when Greg laid hands on it. "I'LL SHOW YOU MAGIC, BITCH," Greg roared, his booming voice filling the small yard. "I CAST CHICKEN!" His powerful arm hurled the hapless avian towards Brian at impressive velocity.
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"That is.... fucking.... sweet..." Greg decided at length. "Bodacious asskickorama. Dude. Dude! DUDE YOU MADE A MAGIC SWORD!" He pointed at the blade with one giant finger. "That's awesome! And it FRIES shit! Man, you could, like-" Greg framed a square in the air with his hands, "-a restaurant right? And you could cut bread and meat with that bitch and it'd toast the bread and cook the meat, and you could serve hot sammiches in, like, seconds. We'd call it fast food, people'd love that shit."
Greg was getting excited now, sketching out the floorplan of the new restaurant with his hands. "And I'd totally stake you the cash for the initial building, man, we could take this shit to the moon-" something occurred to Greg just then, something about the sword. "Wait," he said, cautiously. "Wait man, even if you, like, wrung a fairy out over the metal for the blood and danced naked under a full moon and shit, you had to have made the sword, right? Right? You- YOU'RE A FUCKING SWORDSMITH!" Greg pointed one massive digit at Brian accusingly. "And you didn't TELL me?" Greg gave Brian a sad look. Here was a man who probably understood hammers, and hitting metal, and perhaps, even, punching people in the face for asking stupid questions. And he'd been holding out on Greg, when they could have shared the brotherhood of men who hit shit with hammers.
"That's cold, Brian," Greg said sadly. "That's cold."
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Velina watched with wide eyes as he freaked out at the burnt chicken. It wasn't something she saw everyday and though she felt a bit bad for the chicken, it was funny to watch. She gave a small laugh as he ran towards the house, shouting at the back door. She walked over, her steps slow and calm. Brian was probably going to get it when Josh found him. She giggled, imagining what would happen.
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Josh kicked the door open and yelled in a bewildered tone, "BRIAN? BRIAN! WHAT HAPPENED TO JESSIE? WHY WAS SHE ON FIRE?" he set Jessie's crispy corpse on the counter as his sister ran in. "Brian's with a scary man", she said, "I'm scared of him, I don't know what happened to Jessie. I'm hungry and Brian's ignoring me though, he didn't make any breakfast, can you please make me lunch?"
"Is it lunch time already?" he wondered out loud. With a sad expression, he started to pluck the feathers off the half of his ex-pet chicken that hadn't been burnt.
Sarah pleaded, "Stop that, I don't want to eat Jessie, I want to bury her! She was a good Chicken! She was never mean like the other chickens, she didn't peck me and didn't even chase me once!"
"Sarah, this is what happens to chickens when they stop laying eggs. Jessie was a nice chicken, yes, but she's also food. If we buried her, we'd be wasting food."
"But Jessie was a good chicken! Please kill some other chicken to eat and bury Jessie!"
Josh sighed and stopped pulling feathers. He didn't really want to eat her, either, so he took Sarah and went to the shed for a shovel. After sending Sarah off to look for a rock she could use as a headstone, he dug a shallow hole and got the chicken. Sarah came back with a long, flat rock, and she put it upright in the dirt. Josh handed her the chicken and she laid her in the hole, then threw a handful of dirt over her. Josh shoveled the loose soil back over her, then took his shovel back to the shed, and remembered he'd never collected the eggs. He picked up his basket, which had survived the attack of the hammer ninja, and head into the shed. The rooster cocked his head at him as he moved the egg Jessie had laid that morning into the nest of another chicken from whom he'd just taken an egg. The rest, he took into the kitchen.
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My only suggestion at this point is kind of obvious: eventually work all the characters towards each other and let plot/angst/hijinks ensue.