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Sennen T. Noel

Kid mercenary. Before the meltdown.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Moonscar

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Age: 17
Gender: n/a

Species: Human
Race: Losenyu and Midland(ian?) mix

Nationality: Terra
Place of Birth: N/a
Current Residence: N/a
Occupation: Mercenary

And if all goes well - SenTinel

So begins...

Sennen T. Noel's Story

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"Wow. Kinda affirms why I think killin' is better than the shit I could be doing," came a slightly raspy, powerful voice right at Casper's neck. Behind him was a young someone, about Casper's age, but a bit taller, giving him a with a great, white-toothed grin. The kid was clad in a baggy sweater that consumed them from the neck down, and beneath that, a baggy pair of black pants. Long hair was clipped loosely in a ponytail in the back.

"I mean, s'not getting you anywhere, and it's insulting! You know how many people must be thinking, 'God! What a looser!' right now? You're better off doing some other work. Try not to annoy some random passerby who can devour souls, y'know? I-if you have one. I kinda...can't tell."

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Casper turned around, pursing his lips and dragging in a breath. Random stranger confrontations weren't always the best signs, and they were never good when they were so god damned close. The kid behind him had a face that said he could just smell fear on a person and he'd lap it up like a kitten with a ball.

"Really? You think selling phones is bad?" he said, a certain degradation to his sing-song. A certain hint that implied that a loser would never be the worst thing he could be, and someone around him would just be stupid to think otherwise.

"Do you want a phone or not? They're cheap and they're not Chinese knock-off shit, but I'm not going to let you hold one. I'm not a hand model but I can give you a run-down. Unless you're just in my booth to loiter."

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"Well, you could be selling lingerie. I guess that's a lot worse, but hey, chicks, right?" The kid couldn't wipe that grin off. "You're adorable enough to get some hugs, at least. Since most of them are taller than you, y'might even get unintentional boob action. You never knoooow."

Cockily, the kid walked around Casper, looking around for the phones. "Nice. Really. I bet they aren't stolen at all. What're you, a walking Cingular store? I don't think I've ever seen one of you before. Do the phones have secret bullet compartments? If I wanted to steal something, would I have to-" The kid reached right to pat one of Casper's pocket's, then move quickly to the other to slip out the phone in the other in a fake-out.

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"An iPhone with a secret bullet compartment? Are you asking that seriously? These iPhones are like, the size of paper. Maybe I were selling something worth money. Like Nokia." Casper said, tipping the phone sideways. "And I didn't steal them. I'm not shady. Definitely not shady enough to sell lingerie."

He smacked Sen's hand away from his pocket, and grabbed their wrist. He wasn't exactly slow to take the phone in their hand. Whether it was real or not, it seemed not to matter.

"I told you, there's no touching. What am I, your date? This is mine until I figure shit out now, huh?"

He patted his pocket, and knitted his brow. Of course, it was more confusing than not.

"What are you, a street magician turned petty thief?"

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"Wait, wait-" giggled the youth, holding up a finger. "You've got something behind your ear..."

They flipped the phone out from behind Casper's ear with the goofiest grin. It spun on their finger briefly, flipped in the air, then slid from one hand, down their arm, along their neck, and to the other arm. They flipped off their wrist over to Casper, knowing- just knowing- he would catch it.

If he didn't, well, shit.

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Needless to say and by every stroke of incredibly normal luck possible, the phone had hit Casper's chest, and only just slipped through his finger to fall to the floor before cracking into a million seperate splintered webbed patterns.

Before the phone had even touched the ground, however, his hand had shot out to catch Sen's wrist.

It was after the crunch that he had so plainly said,

"You're paying for that. I'm not going in the negatives."

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The kid winced as their wrist was caught and crushed, unable to react quickly enough to pull away. "Yo, hey! It's not my fault you've got faulty motor skills! I was giving it back, and that was a perfectly executed throw!"

They pulled at their wrist, a little anxious. They opened their mouth to protest again, but their jaw...just dropped, eyes glued to Casper's face. Not a half second went by before the kid leaped forward to tackle the albino the the ground. "Down! Get down!"

A loud boom filled the air, and a small patch of concrete next to them exploded. People looked up and around, screamed, and began to scatter and panic.

Just another day in Wing City.

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The young man was tackled to the ground, and he did little to find what was going on. Almost instantly, his grip on the other teenager's wrist was relinquished. He had surrendered his backpack, which came off in the football-esque tackle, and made no move to regain his loot.

"...Jesus christ, just take one; it's not that big of a deal!" Casper groaned, after having put two hands to his lids.

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The kid reached over at Casper to grab the back of his collar, and with some impressive strength, to lift him to his feet, but keep his head down. "I'm not armed!" they hissed, "I'm tryin' to save your life! Keep down, you stick out like a sore thumb." They would attempt to lead him through the crowd, moving toward a store.

"You had a laser sight on you," they continued. "Didn't know a damn stolen iPhone salesman would have a hit on his head. You're scrawny and whimpy as all hell. Who's got beef with you?"

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"What?!" Casper blurted, swinging his arms backward and swatting his hands wildly at the grip the other boy had on his collar. He could have walked through a torrential downpour with the force he used to move toward the nearest ajar door, and it seemed to matter not if his new acquaintence had stuck with him or not.

"Jesus shitting christ!" he shrieked, all too happy to shut the other teenager out if he'd not gotten in the apartment building in time. "And you just want to take a stroll? Fuck if I know who wants to blow my brains out! Lots of people!"

The black gated door slammed shut behind him, and he slunk behind the brick wall.

"I don't know if you noticed but I'm not the most consequential loss."

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That other teenager, as smooth as they were, slipped inside the building before the door shut. "Who's lots of people?" they asked. "And...I don't really recognize you or anything. What's your name? Maybe we can figure something out!"

The kid was overly cheery for the current situation. After all, they were almost in the line of fire. "We should keep moving. Whoever it is will be looking for you, y'know? Also, hi." They smiled and held out a hand. "I'm Sennen. Sen is fine."

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"...I don't know! I got this one guy arrested, and him and his crazy bitch friend are after me. Pretty sure the cop after him doesn't like me either... And there's a whole set of vampires that wouldn't care too much if I keeled over and died. And some people I haven't paid." Casper rattled off, his lips tracing the names of people who might want to kill him.

"There's plenty." he groaned, and took the hand that Sen had held out. He didn't shake it, however; he hung on with a death throttle, and proceeded up the stairs. If they were going to travel together, they had might as well travel.

As he came up the stairs, he began to shake the doorknobs of the tenants in the building. Just one sloppy person; one more door ajar, and they'd be pretty decently safe.

"Uhh... Fuck. Casper? I could be Mr. Money Mustache, it doesn't really matter if I get shot, unless you're trying to ID my body."

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Sen followed without any resistance whatsoever. They just followed Casper along as peach as pie with a wondering look upon their face, eyes slightly wide, lips pursed, head tilted to the side.

"I mean, that could be useful," replied the youth, jogging up the stairs alongside the boy. "But hey! I don't really recognize your name, so you can't have that many people after you! That's a good thing. Why are you taking me along? I'm not complaining, though. I like to see someone's crib before we get too familiar, y'know."

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"You're kind of a big guy, so I figure you're good at blocking bullets if any of them come," Casper said, rather matter-of-factly. When he got to a platform, the one that marked the second floor, he looked over the shoulder of Sen. There was a raised window, and Sen happened to be behind the somewhat older boy, so it seemed like he was keeping to his promise. Anything coming through Casper would have to come through Sennen T. Noel.

The one who actually seemed intent on surviving the encounter jiggled another doorknob, and finally, a sound click had given way.

Casper almost rolled through the door, happy to get out of any sort of line of fire.

However, as there tended to be in homes, there was a person in occupation of said apartment 201. He was a fairly laissez-faire man, but even the coolest of people sound some sort of alarm when two strange youths - one of which he had seen selling phones on the street a few days beforehand - burst into one's apartment. DeAngelo Nieves placidly set his tempered glass mug back on the counter, and decided not to have another drink.

"What the -" Nieves started. "Do you want to at least take off your shit-trodden shoes before trampling into my house and trying to rob me?"

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Sen waved to the man as they entered, then reached out to lightly tug on his shirt. "Hey, come this way. There's a laser sight on your door."

BOOM. Splatter splatter.

Wood splinters scattered everywhere as a hole was blown into the door. Sennen skipped, but then took the time to take their shoes off and place it next to what was a suspected closet. "You must get this happening a lot. Wing City, right? I don't usually travel up and down this block, but it's really exciting. Especially since kids use other kids as meat shields. Pleasant folk. I like it."

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"Oh, come now. That's what, the third time this month? I left it open for a good second." DeAngelo complained after the scare, throwing his hand toward the door, which shattered into a million dangerous splinters before landing harmlessly on the floor. "I could rent a dorm all year for less than what it takes to maintain this god damn place."

"God, you're all fucking insane. Call the cops!" Casper practically screamed. He left DeAngelo and Sen to dawdle, while he ducked under a cabinet that the man had so kindly lent to use for the two.

"Cops are for fascists, and people with phones." Nieves answered. He moved to the closet, with a pace similar to Casper's, and picked up a gun with a sleek metal barrel he'd 'hidden' in a shoe box, in case of the frequent emergencies that tended to crop up any place around him. "No, snipers don't happen often. Gangs do. Riots, sometimes."

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"I am incredibly fond of the way you think," said Sen, then grinning wider at the appearance of the gun. "I'm even more fond of the way you arm yourself. What do you propose we do about this, cappin'?" A hand raised in a salute to DeAngelo, body straight and stiff as a street pole.

The kid loosened up like a noodle once they saw that Casper had gone into hiding. "Aw, c'mon, kid! Grow a backbone, stop being a woman."

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"Well, it looks like whoever's firing shots is using a laser sight. That means that there's going to be a big red dot for me to aim at. Maybe you should take your friend out and do some jumping jacks in front of the window, while I aim. I'm not sure how many shots I left in this, anyhow, and the dick with the gun isn't aiming it at me. I can't imagine what you did to the bastard to make them aim something like that at you." DeAngelo remarked.

"Yeah, because you're the one with the dot on your forehead, right, Sen? You want to stand in as bait while Captain Crazy here shoots rounds into the nearby building?" Casper yelled, from behind the counter. While DeAngelo and Sen made something of an action plan, he dropped to his stomach and army-crawled to the bedroom next door, and started wedging open the window.

DeAngelo sided to the door of the hallway, taking a slight peek out the door, looking for the 'bright red dot' that shooting might let the barrage of bullets cease, and he, finish drinking.

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"Hey, I stopped that dot from being on your forehead before it turned out like a badly popped pimple!" they protested, folding their arms indignantly.

When Casper moved off, Sen began to scoot. "Hey, wait. Where ya goin'? You're scuttling around like a rat!" Sen stopped, then mused, "Rats are...kinda cute, though. But you just look like a moro-"

VWIIIING

The kid jumped as a bullet whizzed through the air and hit the glass on the counter, shattering it and sending alcohol everywhere. "What're they even aiming for!?" spat the kid, now furious. "It's like they're playing with us! Just wants to mess shit up!"

The red laser traced the ground from some ways outside, moving over DeAngelo, then moving to try and find Casper.

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The glass from the counter safely embedded itself two inches deep into the ceiling and wall behind it. Casper covered his head for a quick moment, seemingly uncaring of what underworldly creature he resembled at that time. Someone was aiming for his head, and they were god damned persistant. after a full three seconds or four, he shot to his feet, and slammed DeAngelo's window open. Metal grating greeted him below, and a stomach-churning open space drop of two stories looked like the only way out.

"Well, are you coming?" He asked, saddling the window. "Crazy fucker can't shoot us on the side of the building."

The request had wafted past DeAngelo's ears, though. They'd done enough damage. He propped one tipsy eye open and steadied his arm by the upperside of his elbow while he aimed down the gun's sights for that pin prick of a red dot in the distance. If he didn't hit the shooter, he would damn well try to scare them. His home was not to be shot into.

BANG. BANG.