forum Reincarnated hatred

Started June 28, 2019 by @Festive_Fenrir

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Marco hummed as he went, trying to keep his mind off the cold, turning down another alley way. Almost there…

Rashe made his way through the streets and followed who he hoped was Marco.

Marco kept humming softly, eventually turning into another alley, and stopping at the fire escape, pausing to warm up his fingers before grabbing the ladder rungs to climb up it.

Rashe stayed hidden until Marco had climbed up the fire escape. He reached up and hauled himself up to the roof

Marco had just finished retying the tarp around the vent from where it had come loose in the wind, when he spotted someone slip onto the roof, dropping low he tensed, hoping it wasn't some creep.

Rashe glanced up and saw the array of tarps set up. He flicked his hand and brought a small flame into his hand, illuminating his own face and the area around him

Marco shrunk back into the shadow of the tarp, pulling a knife out of the bag that had his only change of clothes, and some soap in it.

Rashe glanced around and sighed. He walked around a bit, not going into the makeshift shelter in case he trespassed more than he had already done. why are you here? cuz you're worried for him? pathetic, he can take care of himself, he's been doing fine without you, why now? Rashe shoved the thought away and headed back to the roof edge, assuming that Marco had turned in for the night. He sat down, and closed his eyes, emitting the same heat as the one he used in the park to warm the homeless people, acting a s a central heating system. it's the least I can do…

Marco stayed still, but relaxed a little when he felt Rashe's heat. Slowly he stood up, confused as to why the other had followed him, and more than a little embarrassed to be seen here. But if there was anyone he trusted this close to him, it was Rashe.

rashe relaxed a bit more, and opening his eyes. He watched the city below and smiled softly, loving the view.

Marco carefully stepped out, from the tarp, watching Rashe warily.

rashed whipped his head around at the noise. He scanned the area and tilted his head, staying quiet but attentive

Marco watched him, noting the other's reaction to his movement. Slowly he stepped out to where he was visible, the wind suddenly picking up again, sending a violent shiver through him.

Rashe stood and shoved his hannds in his pockets "I thought you were asleep." he said softly, the heat still coming from him "So this is where you've been living all these lives."

"Just this one.." he said softly, "Bad luck hit the family I was born into… they couldn't keep me, and my father threw me out years ago…" he shrugged.

He nodded, hiding his face in the shadows of his hood "they couldn't or wouldn't?" he asked, fearing the answer

"Couldn't… bankruptcy, lost jobs, and debt…. and she was pregnant….." he sighed, "I've been watching them for awhile… things deteriorated a little at first, but they're in good shape now, He did throw me out, but not without some provisions." he said softly, "They wouldn't have survived if I'd stayed…"

"THey threw out the wrong person." rashe said softly, glaring down at the ground and shifting his weight around "They would've survived jst fine without him. Have you seen you're parents recently?"
(I'm assuming the parents are immortal too, they just get to relive their lives over and over again,)

(I wasn't… but okay, FYI I'm making it up as I go, since Marco's actual backstory is very different/unexplored)
"No, been a bit busy prepping for winter, trying to get a job, and helping out people like that lady earlier…" He said softly, "And seriously, I'm okay, so don't get mad at them…"

(oh ok…and same, so forget about the part where the parents are immortal?)
"you know I don't believe anyone when they say they're 'okay'" he muttered "but I'll let it go for now." he added, not wanting to start an argument…again. he sat back down and closed his eyes

(Probably less confusing)
Marco sighed at that, coming over and sitting down, trying to hide from the wind. "Y'know… you're probably right about that…. cause no matter what, everyone you meet is dealing with problems of some sort, whether they show it or not…"

He opened his eyes and nodded "mhm, exactly." he said, scooting closer so his warmth reached marco.

Marco's shoulders relaxed a little at that, grateful for the heat, though he'd never be able to admit it.

"so how bad is this winter? like blizzard we're all gonna die bad or meh boston in january bad?" he asked with a smile

"Hopefully not too bad… otherwise I'll have to move again after setting up some kids with the tarp." he gestured to his 'tent'.