Air Head Wonder, The Binary Breeze Master

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Talrend’r had been flying around the city on one of his patrols, though it was partly really just him enjoying the open skies. It was warm enough today that he could wear his regular suit, which he was thankful for. The feeling of the sun’s rays on his skin was delightful. As he flew above yet another building, he spotted figures moving down below in a great rush, and vaguely heard the sound of gun shots. Snapping out of his daydream, Tal swiftly flew downwards, towards the building. As he got closer, he realized that alarms were ringing from it, and that he was currently flying towards the bank.

He soon landed on the ground and was thankful there weren’t too many people around near the bank. Another shot rang out, and Tal dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding a bullet. Gritting his teeth, the Tamaranean started to gather plasma into his hands, readying himself to attack the criminals.

Matt ducked behind a parked car, feeling his heart start to race in a panic. He listened to the screams, the silence that followed. Oh boy, he thought, what do I do? He placed the box of cakes on the ground. “Do I run off… or do I help?”

He bit his lip, nervous. “Help, obviously.”He stared at his reflection in the car mirror. “But… not like this.” He began to tear a little mask out of the bag that had been in his pocket, tying it around his eyes. “Much better.” He took off his necklace and a few rings he kept on his fingers  sometimes, anything that could identify him later, and he put it inside the cake box. He placed the cake box underneath the car and stood up. “Ok. Here we go.”

Matt smiled as he walked down the sidewalk, quite happy that the sun had decided to come out today, and that that little bakery he had stopped by had had his favorite kind of cakes. He looked at the little pink box in his hand, which contained the few pieces he had bought to save for later. Yes, today was going swell. He hummed, adding a little more skip in his step. He may have actually been floating, but he never really noticed that.

BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!

Matt jumped in surprise at the sudden noise. He looked around in a panic, trying to locate the source. There! The bank…. what was going on there? The sound of gun shots rung through the air.

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A few hours back the twins split up, each venturing out into the city on their own path, with the intention of gaining knowledge of the area and meeting up later to compare notes. But Ian has never been one for staying on task. Two ice-creams, a blow job, a brawl and bit of harassing people as an oddly sociable squirrel, he’d covered a good majority of the city—however how much of it’s layout he actually retained is questionable.
 
He’d only recently shifted from the small mammal back into his lanky, red head form, but he was already bored again, finding little interest in the park he managed to wander in to. However, the area was littered with people, old folks, families, children, hipsters, a small handful of hobos and  a few couples here and there—their public displays of affection ranging from simple disney-style romance to hands wandering places that reminded him of a porn he watched last night.

Dark eyes scanned the park, weighing the victims with the most entertainment potential, but that quickly became too much work— and he really needs to take a piss. Ian smirks and slips behind a large oak tree, quickly morphing into the most normal, average looking golden retriever. As he sniffs the air he spots a tall, surprisingly attractive blonde man sitting on a bench some 10 feet away. Ian holds his bladder a bit longer as he trots on over, tail wagging, ear perked, staring and blinking at the man. A wet black nose sniffs his knee and a moment later he’s turn his side to the blonde, lifted his legs and released his urine on the leg.

“Hey Char…No, no. I was just calling to say I miss you…. It’s 3 AM over there? Shit. Ok, I’ll call you in the morning.” He hung up the phone with a click.

Matt sighed once more before hearing footsteps. A dog was coming towards him. Matt grinned down at it. “Why, hello there, you precious little-Wait…Wait, no!” He stared in horror as the dog peed on his leg.”Aww, come on! Really? Whyyyyy?” He moaned, his body slouching even more, dropping his phone on the ground.

“This is literally the worst day ever.” He stared down at the dog who’s tail was still wagging happily. “Thanks for that….”

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Matt sat silently on a park bench, watching the smokey air leave his mouth. It was always interesting to him how if the air got cold enough, his breath would turn to steam. He closed his eyes, and the wind picked up. He loved the howl the air made as it rushed around him. As he opened his eyes, the wind died down.  He let out a laugh.

“…..Well… I miss home even more now.” He pulled out his cellphone.

He dialed the only number he had memorized. He pressed the call button and held the phone down on his lap. Though it wasn’t set to speaker phone, he was able to hear each little tone. The click, silence, and then a quiet “Hello?”

Pink, blue, green, red. Striped or checkered. Why is the action of buying towels so god damn hard? Mathew ran his hands through his hair in frustration. This is why he didn’t like to go shopping. What kind of towels did he want? What kind of towels would help define HIM. He picked up a green towel with black stripes. He stared at it for a moment before dropping it back on the pile of towels. This was stupid.

He picked up five plain blue towels and walked to the cash register. No need to waste anymore time on stupid things. He hummed a tune that had playing on the radio before he left his car. It was light and poppy, which made him happy. Ahh, never mind! Today was going just fine!

With a small click, Mathew set down a picture frame of his family on the nightstand next to his bed. He stared at it a few moment, tracing the outlines of each members face. He laid his head down on the stand, keeping his eyes on the smiling figures.”….. I miss home.” he whispered.”A new city means no friends… no family.” Matt’s eyes closed. “It means that I’m all alone….”

The lights were off in the room, leaving it dark with the only lighting from the moon. He took a few deep breaths before standing up, dusting himself off. He grabbed his keys and walked out of the room, throwing one last glance at the tiny picture frame. “Be back soon, guys.”

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Could that be a sense of premonition? Curious. Perhaps a background check on Matt was in order. But the tools for such an action were back at the labs, not here. C.H.R.I.S.T.M.A.S.’s Analytic programming decided that now would be the best time to say goodbye. There was too little data on how to behave in a human’s home, and it had already talked enough with Matt.

‘Christian’ smiled at Matt, before saying, “I hope that your new beginning goes over well. And I’m sorry to cut this short, but I must go now. It has been a pleasure to talk to you, Matt, and I hope we meet again.” Valuable data on interacting with humans had been stored, and once back in the lab it would be fully analyzed. ‘Christian’ gave a polite, farewell wave to the blond human, and then continued to walk down the hallway, taking the stairs to the lower levels. 

Matt waved goodbye, opening his door and moving the boxes inside. He fell down onto the couch that had been moved here earlier this week, and just lay there for a few moments. “Well…Hello Prism.” 

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Matt shook his head “No, that was my little brother.” he held up his cellphone in front  of Christian, showing him the screensaver. It was of a little boy, small, blonde with huge green eyes. “His names Charlie! He’s 13, and he’s a little nervous about me leaving home!” He laughed, pulling the phone back. “Such a cute kid. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout bringing him here this summer or something.”

He looked Christian in the eyes. “How bout you? Any siblings? Kids?” Matt noticed the odd way the man held himself, a little too straight legged and tense. He noticed the oddly blank emotion in his voice. He noticed, and he wanted to find out more about this man. He’d never met anyone so…. blank.

‘Christian’ smiled, the gesture nearly as perfect as a real human smile. “The resemblance is uncanny.” Ah, there was a bit more emotion in that sentence. Not enough, but it was better than before. Its voice would never be able to sound perfectly human. 

“Sadly, I do not. I am an only child, and I’ve never been married. I’ve yet to find the right partner, you see.”  Not that it was looking, for C.H.R.I.S.T.M.A.S. had no desire to get married. Just the thought of it perfectly fit the description of what humans call ‘funny’. “And you? Is there someone special in your life? I apologize if the question is too personal.”

Matt laughed, shaking his head. “It’s ok, I don’t mind. No, I don’t have a special someone yet. My life is just beginning,see?” His smile fell a bit. “I also have this feeling my family is going to need me soon…” he grew silent for a bit.

“Well, I better move these boxes in, right?” He gestured to the boxes. ” The sooner it gets done, the better!”

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C.H.R.I.S.T.M.A.S. had met few people as cheerful as Matt; the chance to study his perkiness was interesting, even moreso if it turned out Matt was a meta. C.H.R.I.S.T.M.A.S. found that most metas’ personalities somehow reflected their powers. But it was getting ahead of itself. First it had to analyze, observe, and understand. C.H.R.I.S.T.M.A.S. had opened its human mouth to reply, but stopped at Matt’s gesture. Once the blonde seemed to have finished his conversation, the machine spoke, “I don’t mean to pry, but is that your friend? It is good to have others who care for you.” The machine mostly understood mankind’s need to form groups, much like the instincts of herd animals. Of course, the machine had heard everything the one called ‘Charlie’ had said, its acute hearing picking up the muffled voice.

Matt shook his head “No, that was my little brother.” he held up his cellphone in front  of Christian, showing him the screensaver. It was of a little boy, small, blonde with huge green eyes. “His names Charlie! He’s 13, and he’s a little nervous about me leaving home!” He laughed, pulling the phone back. “Such a cute kid. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout bringing him here this summer or something.”

He looked Christian in the eyes. “How bout you? Any siblings? Kids?” Matt noticed the odd way the man held himself, a little too straight legged and tense. He noticed the oddly blank emotion in his voice. He noticed, and he wanted to find out more about this man. He’d never met anyone so…. blank.