Post by Okibi on Feb 22, 2005 16:55:36 GMT -5
(Forgive the minimal swearing. Tobias needs his mouth washed out. =P)
Tobias stomped from the back office with his muscles tight, hands at his side in fists, and his whole aura fuming with anger. That lazy ass Steve could not even be bothered to get some hooligan (one who had touched a stranger's dæmon) out of his bookstore! Instead his eyes stayed glued to some boring reference book in his lap while Tobias explained the occurrences just outside. The guy kept telling him "Handle it yourself" or "Didn't happen on my watch." Eventually Vulpes snarled at the old fogy and lead her human from the room. Their hatred for the man blinded all better judgement, and his mind was now set on sitting behind the service desk, feet propped up, refusing to do anything about that jerk with the wolf dæmon or anyone who entered. If the manager didn't give a crap, why should he?
But before the wooden counter and register were even in sight, Tobias heard all the commotion from the far side of the store.
"Tobias...." Vulpes said in an anguished tone when she recognized Julian's voice. Something was terribly wrong, and her delicate canine nose caught Killer's scent.
"Crap.. This can't be good." With a quick glance at his dæmon, the boy ran past half a dozen bookshelves until he came upon the scene. The light-haired boy was kneeling weakly on the floor, the sand cat curled up in his arms. His whole body screamed of a distress so powerful that Tobias wasn't expecting to hear a word escape his lips anytime soon. Still, Vulpes knew what happened without needing to be told. The black fox began trembling where she stood; partly from shock, but more so from anger. Tobias' head snapped to face the one responsible, but he was limp on the floor.
"You sonuva bitch..." he growled deeply. "Yer lucky I don't just slit yer throat and never let you wake up..!" His tightened muscles loosened for a moment as he turned to Julian, looking so pathetic and broken after what he had suffered. "Hey... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry... No one should ever..." But he couldn't find the words - all he could do was let out a heavy sigh of sympathy. The boy knew, though, that this wasn't improving the situation any, so Tobias then swiftly got to work: walking over to the unconscious lunatic and wrapping his arms underneath his. Luckily he remained in his immobile state, so Tobias started walking backwards as quickly as he could manage without falling over. The limp body slid over the unpolished wooden floorboards well enough, but not away from his dæmon (Tobias wasn't that cruel). Vulpes managed to nudge the wolf soul with the top of her skull, but couldn't manage more than a foot for every two of her human's.
Once they reached the main entrance, Tobias had no laments for chucking the body onto the sidewalk - leaving the schizoid and dæmon where they fell. He then jumped back inside and locked the store's bolted door. On the way back to where everyone stood, he realized just how rapidly his heart was pounding. Viewing a teenager his age who'd had his dæmon pulled more than once did more than infuriate him... it scared the living daylights out of him.
"Look, I threw the guy and 'is dæmon outside. The door's locked, and'll stay that way for as long as necessary." Not sure of what to do now, he leaned against the nearest shelf and waited patiently for Julian or someone else to speak.
Tobias stomped from the back office with his muscles tight, hands at his side in fists, and his whole aura fuming with anger. That lazy ass Steve could not even be bothered to get some hooligan (one who had touched a stranger's dæmon) out of his bookstore! Instead his eyes stayed glued to some boring reference book in his lap while Tobias explained the occurrences just outside. The guy kept telling him "Handle it yourself" or "Didn't happen on my watch." Eventually Vulpes snarled at the old fogy and lead her human from the room. Their hatred for the man blinded all better judgement, and his mind was now set on sitting behind the service desk, feet propped up, refusing to do anything about that jerk with the wolf dæmon or anyone who entered. If the manager didn't give a crap, why should he?
But before the wooden counter and register were even in sight, Tobias heard all the commotion from the far side of the store.
"Tobias...." Vulpes said in an anguished tone when she recognized Julian's voice. Something was terribly wrong, and her delicate canine nose caught Killer's scent.
"Crap.. This can't be good." With a quick glance at his dæmon, the boy ran past half a dozen bookshelves until he came upon the scene. The light-haired boy was kneeling weakly on the floor, the sand cat curled up in his arms. His whole body screamed of a distress so powerful that Tobias wasn't expecting to hear a word escape his lips anytime soon. Still, Vulpes knew what happened without needing to be told. The black fox began trembling where she stood; partly from shock, but more so from anger. Tobias' head snapped to face the one responsible, but he was limp on the floor.
"You sonuva bitch..." he growled deeply. "Yer lucky I don't just slit yer throat and never let you wake up..!" His tightened muscles loosened for a moment as he turned to Julian, looking so pathetic and broken after what he had suffered. "Hey... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry... No one should ever..." But he couldn't find the words - all he could do was let out a heavy sigh of sympathy. The boy knew, though, that this wasn't improving the situation any, so Tobias then swiftly got to work: walking over to the unconscious lunatic and wrapping his arms underneath his. Luckily he remained in his immobile state, so Tobias started walking backwards as quickly as he could manage without falling over. The limp body slid over the unpolished wooden floorboards well enough, but not away from his dæmon (Tobias wasn't that cruel). Vulpes managed to nudge the wolf soul with the top of her skull, but couldn't manage more than a foot for every two of her human's.
Once they reached the main entrance, Tobias had no laments for chucking the body onto the sidewalk - leaving the schizoid and dæmon where they fell. He then jumped back inside and locked the store's bolted door. On the way back to where everyone stood, he realized just how rapidly his heart was pounding. Viewing a teenager his age who'd had his dæmon pulled more than once did more than infuriate him... it scared the living daylights out of him.
"Look, I threw the guy and 'is dæmon outside. The door's locked, and'll stay that way for as long as necessary." Not sure of what to do now, he leaned against the nearest shelf and waited patiently for Julian or someone else to speak.