http://phallboy.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] phallboy.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2009-01-11 05:47 pm

boys and their toys [INCOMPLETE]

WHO: Mello and Heero (aka the clones).
WHERE: Mello's shop.
WHEN: Friday, Jan. 9, early afternoon, backdated for greater fail.
WARNINGS: Violence, things going boom, Mello.
SUMMARY: Heero wants some explosives. Mello shows him some explosives. Then things explode. Uh. Whoops.
FORMAT: Whatever, man.

Mello tapped his foot. This had to be a first. He was actually curious about one of his customers. Heero'd left a message on his answering machine about the explosives he'd mentioned a couple days before. The guy obviously had significant talent (even though he hadn't won the contest), so, yeah, Mello was curious. Not to mention the fact that Duo wouldn't quit comparing the two of them. And his sense of humor was twisted enough enough to be fun.

The door was open, as always during store hours, and he was perched on the stool behind the counter, waiting. Just waiting.

[identity profile] waywardwing.livejournal.com 2009-01-25 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: Lol Heero's thought processes what.]

Heero had been expecting the worst; even if the bomb hadn't hit him, the rubble would have. He should've had cuts and bruises at the very least.

He had felt the debris hitting him. He had felt it. But as the dust settled and Heero raised his head, he noticed that there was a very small circle of clear area around him--

--and that he was completely fine. He immediately stretched his legs out and checked for open gashes in his jeans; there were several, but the skin underneath remained unbroken. He held out his arms next, but only saw a heavy layer of dust on the now-frayed sleeves. He slowly stood, feeling a slight ache that had probably come from throwing himself onto the floor.

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair and trying to dislodge anything there. His mind was going too fast for him, and it was all Heero could do to try and figure out what had just happened. Conversations with Duo and Trowa flashed through his thoughts; things about invisibility and transformation and Wufei's ability to create fire and how the powers--

"Oh," Heero said, everything blurring into one conclusion. He looked at Mello. "We've figured it out."

[identity profile] waywardwing.livejournal.com 2009-01-29 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: fff you dork &hearts And also, the smile wasn't enough for me, kay. He's smug.]

Heero felt his own expression briefly slipping into an echoing grin; he was almost pleased. Now there was no chance of being injured if he was careless, or of having to worry about the consequences unless they were life-threatening. Who knew, even then?

Underneath those immediate thoughts were a smugness, fueled by the things he had discovered here; Duo was older. Everyone else knew their powers. He couldn't pass the age difference, but he was certainly on par with them again. He enjoyed the feeling.

He looked down at his sleeves, schooling his face back into its normal blank demeanor. Now he could see that there was faint scorch marks on them; he must have left it longer than he had thought.

"I need to head back," Heero said, suddenly realizing that he had better change his clothes before one of the other pilots saw him. They'd assume the worst--and that Mello might have been involved.

[identity profile] waywardwing.livejournal.com 2009-02-07 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: We seriously need to. Er, whenever you have the time? I'm sure you're more swamped than I am. I can set it up if you want, too.]

"You'd better hope not," Heero answered, pulling off his jacket. He briefly inspected his shirt, and decided that it looked slightly less worse than his jacket had. "Yes. I'll come back." He glanced at the wall and studied the wreckage before turning to Mello, his expression back to normal. "It's obvious that your bombs work quite well."