Samuel, The Writer's Story

So this was Gambit's Bar? The young man thought as the door swung shut behind him. Smelled like infamy.

It wasn't like where he was from. It literally smelled nothing like anything he'd ever smelled before. He tried his best not to wrinkle his nose or look at his phone, opting to adjust his sandy hair instead. Nonchalant and stuff, despite all the unsettling creatures about.

They had warned him about Wing City, but he had to see it for himself. It was the hub of war right now on Terra, hot all over the media, and it was still one of the only places you could fudge and ID and get a drink at his age. So here goes.

Suddenly the front door of the bar swung open, and in stepped a male who appeared to be no older than 19. His hair was jet black, and somewhat curly. He wore a red high collared shirt, blue jeans, and black vans. He held a medium-sized notepad and a mechanical pencil.

Well, time to see what I can write about today. He thought to himself as he strolled over to an empty seat, pushing a chair out from under the table with his foot before sitting down.

Could use a drink. Sam started to scribble something onto the first line of the paper, and once he finished, a tall glass vanilla milkshake appeared on his table. A few more scribbles and it floated in the air in front of him, allowing him to slurp the vanilla-goodness from the straw without having to hold it.

Just like everyone had said, but he couldn't help but look sideways at the panda. They didn't even have pandas where he was from, except the one that was in the newspaper that one time that washed ashore...Dead.

At least it was high tech. He grabbed a seat closer to the corner of the counter where he could observe effectively. Ah look, that kid looks normal! Taking out his phone, he pretended to text, secretly watching through a video enabler on the device. Dressed snazzy, what's he-milkshake?

-BOOM
What sounded like an explosion outside shook the exterior wall of bar. He dropped his phone onto the table, it clattered. A Taiyou bombing?

Sam quickly rose his head at the sound of the explosion, wondering what it was that caused it. That gave him an idea.. Moments after he finished writing, his table was filled with soldiers resembling those of the civil war. The tiny animations were just like real people down to every aspect, except that they didn't have free will.

They were slaves to Sam's imagination, and the pen he used to express it. Kind of sad really, he almost felt bad for the little things.

Alright, at least he wasn't the only one who hear-Whuuut?

Where did those mini soldiers come from? He stared without the guise of a phone, then caught himself and looked around. Boy, people were skiddish around here, but with good reason. There was a freakin' war going on outside.

Why did he come here again? Oh, right, to order b-

-BOOM
-eer. He was gripping the table, and hadn't even got to tapping his order on the display screen. This boom was thankfully not as ground shaking as the last, but it still startled the living crap out of him.

Explosions, war, the stench of burning livelihood. All these things were as familiar to Lillea as the clothes that scratched against her skin. She barely flinched at the thundering roar as she entered the bar, though she did stagger a bit at the aftershock, one hand bracing herself against the door's heavy frame. When it ended she continued walking as though nothing had happened, finding herself an empty seat close to a window.

She wasn't particularly threatening or imposing in comparison to some of the other characters that graced the premises. In fact, she was rather small, albeit lean and well-toned, and did not carry any visible weaponry. However, the scowl on her face and the distaste that burned in her impossibly dark blue eyes usually caused most patrons to give her a wide berth.

Ignoring the menu, she waved a waitress over to order herself a bottle of vodka and leaned back in her chair, fiddling absently with the dog tags that dangled from her neck.

He was starting to get annoyed by the explosions going off outside the bar. He had only recently returned to Wing City, but it seemed that violence still gravitated to it for some reason. He thought about just writing out the opposing military factions out of existence, but that would be too big of a change at one time. Things like that had to be done subtly. Well, not really, but that's how he preferred to do things.

The miniature battle fought on his table soon went through another shift as a large behemoth of a creature erupted from the ground in-between the warring factions. The Confederate and Union soldiers, realizing that this new scenario was bigger than them both, decided to temporarily unite their army to bring down the beast.

Bullets soared and bodies flew, tossed aside by large sweeping blows by the monster's terrene hands.

Ok. Could he order a beer now, without a blast going off outside?

Cautiously, slowly, he tapped in his order to the touch screen display. The chick who entered caught his eye. Picking up his phone, he activated the video display and watched her for a moment. Snap, one picture taken. Wow her eyes were blue.

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Noises coming from the table where the little armies were caught his attention again. A large monster had appeared, and they were fighting it. It was a mini war! A whole production right there on the table! He rest the phone down on the table to watch, the cute chick's image still glowing on the pane of technology.

A man in a dirty trench coat smoking a cig enters the bar. All radios and tv in the vicinity cut to black and this sound plays from their speakers before returning to there normal broadcast. He walks easly over to the bar and orders a Nuka-Cola.

The bottle arrived promptly, the waitress dropping it off in in front of Lillea before she hurriedly scuttled away. The girl snorted and reached for her drink. It wouldn't be the first time she'd scared someone off before saying a word. Not as though it bothered her though, she knew her general demeanor was intimidating, her aura a dark, bloody red. Or, so the aura reader had told her that one time. She didn't really believe in such nonsense.

A good amount of the liquor poured down her throat before she set down the bottle, fingers dancing over the scars that gleamed up and down her bare arms. It was an anxious habit, one that she wished didn't exist. She hated it when she was transparent.

A little flicker of movement caught her eye, though by the time she looked, the boy responsible had returned to whatever it was he'd been doing. He hadn't taken a picture had he?

Sam had finished his milkshake by now, and instead of ordering one like a normal individual, he took advantage of his power once more. The glass quickly refilled itself, prompting him to take a few more pulls of it with the straw.

The soldiers didn't seem to be doing so well against the monster he had created, so he decided to give them a little upgrade. The low grade rifles with bayonets were upgraded to fully automatic ar-15s, and the occasional RPG.

That should even the playing field. He thought to himself. Seemed like the bar was filling up again, perhaps he could use his powers to entertain his fellow patrons.

The stranger looks over at the large monster reeking havoc in the bar and sighs. He then turned back to the counter and drops a few bottle caps when asked for payment and takes a swig from his soda.

Oh wow.

He completely forgot about the phone, completely captivated by the mini war. The soldiers were losing to the monster, many were dead. They were all going to die, oh the humanity! He leaned forward, watching, practically on the edge of his seat.

Awesome,

It slipped from under his tongue as the troops got an upgrade. Flashes appeared as they started piping their weapons at the monster. It was war, war!

He grabbed his phone, momentarily staring at it as he had forgotten the image of the woman was still there. After shooting her another glance, still with a smile leftover from witnessing war, he activated the camera. Snap, snap!

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If he had, there was no more evidence of it, and no need to think about it. Still, her mind whirled like an angry hive of hornets. Could he be one of them? Could he be looking for her? Even after all this time it was still possible that the warrants were still out, the rewards still being whispered. Strangely enough, the thought brought a tiny smile flickering to the corner of her mouth. It was almost flattering to be considered such a commodity.

For now though, she was content to watch the patrons filter in and the tiny war taking place by tabletop. The wonders of Gambit's never ceased to surprise her.

"What a beautiful city, and it appears peaceful as well." Samuel gazed out onto the magnificent burg, leaning against the ferry's guardrail. The large ship crept to a slow crawl as it neared the dock, its arrival prompting several husky lads below to move into the appropriate positions; securing the vessel to the dock via coils attached to its bow.

The massive boat was an eye-full itself, yet it was considered to be a common tourist ship by the natives. Once docked, hundreds of eager tourists pushed their way to the sides of the ship to exit from either side. Caring not to get lost in the mobs of people, Samuel whipped out his little red notebook and pencil. Within a few scribbles he was gone, immediately transported to a less populated area of the city; putting him a few feet away from Kaden.

He looked around, trying to figure out where he wanted to go first.

Samuel, The Writer did that.

Cináed looked up at Kaden's approach, smiling to him apologetically. "Sorry, but I'm not a local or anything. I'm just here visiting with a friend." He furrowed his brow in thought for a few moments before shrugging, "The only thing I can really tell you is that you're around a twenty minute walk from where I arrived here from, one of the gates that leads to Terra. I'm not sure whether it just leads there, mind..."

He glanced curiously towards Val, observing the stranger's odd movements with a partially raised eyebrow. "Are you alright, s... m... there?" Cináed stumbled over whether to address them as 'sir' or 'miss', eventually settling for neither - but not after making the rather obvious blunder. His cheeks tinged red with embarrassment.

The figure's hand came to thin, pale lips as the other strangers came near. Then, another simply just...popped up out of nowhere.

"I..." stuttered the person, who went pale. "Is that where we are? Somewhere called Proxi? Yes, yes...well..." After a pause, those blue eyes darted to Samuel.

"...I do believe I am lost, and I do believe I must be dreaming, as well. My God, I don't believe people simply appear out of thin air every day."

"That's okay," he replied to Cinaed, though sighed a little at the boy's response. "I don't know of Terra, though. I guess I shouldn't make my way there considering."

After replying to the other boy, watching Samuel arrive and then listening to the Stranger, Kaden looked up at person and then prodded the inside of his cheek with his tongue. "I believe so... Si- excuse me, but what should I call you? Sir, or Ma'am? No offence of course, people often tell me that I look like a girl. I strongly maintain that I simply haven't done enough growing yet."

A timorous smile spread across the boy's face as he turned his head to Val, running his hand through his hair. "Yes, well, I'm not a normal one." Samuel waved his notebook from side to side. "Got a special ability here."

His eyes shifted to Cinaed and Kaden upon hearing of Terra, "It's been pretty hectic there as of late, good to finally get away from it all."

"It's not so bad, once you get used to it." Cináed laughed lightly, shrugging his shoulders. "Never a dull day, you could say. It depends whether you like that sort of thing."

The youth inwardly thanked the younger boy for asking the question he'd been too worried about offending the androgynous stranger to ask. "As far as I'm aware, this is no dream. But if this was a dream, I imagine I would say that, wouldn't I?"

He paused. "I'm probably making things worse by that. No, you're not dreaming." He laughed again, grinning.

The rather perplexed character did not quite know what to say. A bottom lip slipped between teeth that gently bit down upon it. "I get that question quite a lot, and in my daydreams it's quite easy to answer, as I have control over the situation, but as of right now, in this particular situation, here, there's only one way to answer." The jolly soul cracked a smirk. "I don't know how to do so. Your confusion is my own."

It could have been a lie, it could have been truth, and it could have been a riddle. Either way, there would be no answers anytime soon.

"Just call me Val. No titles needed. So, you say it isn't a dream? I'm inclined not to believe you, as I'm no lucid dreamer. But tell me...more of this Proxi. This not-dream. And you-" A finger came to point at Samuel. "-perhaps you are God?"

"Very well, Val," he answered, watching Samuel with curiosity. "He is God?" He would repeat, looking from Val to Cinaed for answers. "Which God is he? I know of no God who would choose to dress like such a mortal and wander these streets. They're far higher beings than we and are above such publicity."

He rubbed his chin, truly perplexed. Still, he didn't seem to be that powerful, so he chose to settle down.

"It is possible this is a dream," he told the genderless one. "We could all be in the dream of a higher God whose dreams are so vast the people in it are individually self aware?"

Well that was a new one, he had never been suspected of being a god before; let alone the God. "Flattering, but no." He replied, "I'm just a regular guy with a special ability. The name's Samuel by the way."

Well now that he thought about it, his power could be considered god caliber, though he didn't know his limits. It'd be much more useful if he could bring things to reality without having to write it down, such as being able to speak it. Very rarely did someone lose the ability to speak. It was clear that Val wasn't accustomed to seeing such displays of power..though it was minuscule compared to some of the heavy hitters that show up on Terra.

"Living in the dream of a god, now that'd be interesting." Once again he spoke, "Makes you wonder if our lives really are nothing but a dream, too vivid for us realize."

"This is all getting a bit new age for me," Cináed remarked, tilting his head. Living in the dream of a god? Had he stumbled into the stoners' corner of the city? Good lord. He grinned, shrugging his shoulders, "I don't think we should be encouraging the confused stranger into thinking he's in a dream. I mean, it's great and philosophical... but sending mixed messages, don't you think?"

The teen laughed. "I'm Cináed, by the way. It's nice to meet you all, as er, unusual as the circumstances are."