"you know I'm rich, right?" Sam only smiled wider, looking unashamed at all the gifts he had lying on the floor before Tatum. They sighed before opening his arms to give their brother a hug. "you know your going to get gift inreturn right," sam nodded into other shoulder." i doubly you'll do better then i did."
"oh, you on," Tatum replied," but first, who this?" he turned to look at Tyrone, who was clinging to Sam's leg. the weight did not even impede the raven's movements. "oh, this is Tyrone. I thought it would be best if you two met."
"Hello," Tatum bent down to greet the boy who only pressed his face deepening into Sam's pants leg." so you don't feel like talking, that's fine." they stood back up, noting that Tyrone relaxed a bit. "he's shyer and more scared then you were."
"Okay, the scared part, I can believe it," Sam responded after a moment," but there was no way I was shy." Tatum only laughed a fond look on their face." oh, you were plainly so. Despite the strong face you were putting on, it was clear you got nervous when trying to interact with new people."
"you're making this up," Sam tried to deny it, only for Tatum to whip out a whole ass story about the time Sam just stared at people until they stopped trying to speak to him. No matter who tried, it took four different occasions before he even said anything. even when he was running off into the wilderness.
"snort." they both snapped toward Tyrone, who avoided eye contact." hey! I got you to laugh. it took me months to get Sam there!"
'oh, he's trying to get Tyrone to open up without pressing him.' if he focused enough, he could remember that static being used on him. tatum pretned to talk to himself while doing stuff around the house. 'i think i used that trick on tyrone!'
it was both shocking and relieving; it showed on some level that Sam had remembered his sibling. a feeling of relief kind of touched him. it meant he hadn't completely erased the people he cared about. maybe he was incapable of doing so. either way, he continued walking with him, trying to get some stories that would jog his memory. Tatum didn't hesitate to share the more embarrassing ones.
"I've one an incredible amount of shit, but no way I refused to get dressed before battle; they leave my bits opening to getting snagged on something."
"that's your complaint!" Tyrone shouted.
"so what do you think of him," Sam asked as they walked home. "they're interesting," Tyrone replied from where he was now resting on Sam's back," you were very different when you were younger."
"What did you think I didn't change? It is natural to change. You must change to survive!" Tyrone nodded, thoughtful. Meeting and hearing the stories meant more to Tyrone's growth than he knew at that moment.
Despite all the stories he told, the way Sam told them, either intricate or not, always made it seem there was never a moment Sam was in any way weak. Mental his was feeble; he had numerous strengths and skills. What weakness he had seemed irrelevant. unstoppable in a way.
But Tatum, his stories that showed Sam had to work up to all that. the stories of him teaching Sam to cook, the things he burned, or when he cut a cutting board. how Sam was even unassured and nervous at the time. Pointing out that he was as he introduced them.
Tyrone now knew that Sam had grown into the person he was, and maybe there was hope that he could grow into something grand." he didn't share this revelation with same, still unsure about it. Maybe with time, this bud of change might grow.
Arriving back on their island and walking down the street, Sam was keeping his ears open, 'Something is happening with the lust.' was the beast making a move? Or something else? Either way, he picked up the pace to get Tyrone in his house.'
"ta ma dE!" Tyrone suddenly felt his lunch rise as Sam spun fast, kicking out at several people. Some of them are human, along with several other males and females. Plus, a turtle. Its shell didn't stop it from flying off. "ta ma de gaun!" Sam roared in Chinese as he jumped onto a rooftop," mostly to deal with bats and birds coming at them.
'my lord!' the helper shouted as Sam kneed a bat, using it as an anchor to spin kick a Seagul.' the lust in the air has confounded my senses. I was unable to see the beast taking control of these people. I apologize for my failure!'
Sam gets the vague feeling that the helper is bowing to him, waiting to be punished. " I foregive you, this just gives us an example of the beast mind. it planned this out very well; now we're going to counter it.'
With a thought, he woke his lust core, drawing on the power stored within it. Not enough that he starts transforming beyond the change in his eyes. Enough to affect the lust that was controlling these people. Evident when Sam kicked one cross the head, and they paused for a moment.
'need to raise it but this will work, increasing the flow of energy caused the change to spread from his eyes a bit. He put more physical power behind the next blow, sending a seagull flying and knocking more of the lust out of them. It mixed with the lust in the air.
'yeah, that's going to be something I'll deal with later.' sighing, he adjusted the passenger on his back as he whipped around. Attacking the cats who thought they could ambush them. Then, backpeddling as the big cat approached, giving ground until he dropped off the building.
His toes touched the window seal just as the big cat looked over. "hello!" leaping back up, he drove his knee into their jaw. Something cracked, but Sam didn't stay to be concerned. Jumping to the next roof.
Tyrone had very rarely seen Sam fight, but he knew the guy was skilled. Watching him single-handedly win a 10-on-one fight was a different thing. Hell, the thing that he was struggling with the most was keeping Tyrone safe, Not damaging the property.
Watching him chock slam someone with his right leg, Tyrone felt a whole new level of admiration for the older male blossom.
"Alright, I think that's all of them," Sam landed on the street, setting Tyrone down for a moment. 'my lord, I've adjusted my scanners, the theory, you have all of them. Unless the beast is controlling people using a different method.'
'we'll see about that, won't we? But for the moment, I'm going to call an ambulance.' the call was quick, then Sam grabbed Tyrone and rushed off; he quickly dropped Tyrone off and had him bring up the house defenses before heading into his own home.
"alright the house defense are parlty up, if something happen I'll know." taking a seat on his bed he mediated to deal with the energy lingering through his body. it took a bit to get it under control. longer than it would have taken with any of his other cores.
But once he got it undercontrol he looked around and deteirmed nothing was attacking at the moment," then where the bloody clay i brought." he had made a test with it and it helped decently enough.
he worked for the next few hours, making small beed that he carved runes into and fueled them with his lust power. already, they started passively absorbing the fog of lust over the city. not that it was enough," thankfully, beads are simple enough to replace. in the morning, I'm going to need a lot more clay."
Which he ordered online now for pickup tomorrow." ah, beast of lust, you have surprised me. Now it's my turn to surprise you.' the helper spoke up, asking how they could be of help. "mmm, run some number first, how many of these marbles aim am I going to need and do you have any suggestion for making them faster?'
'Primarily estimate is over 50,000 marbles.' Sam choked,' As for suggesting there are many places on and off planets that you could commission to make the clay marbles for you.'
"let's do that!" while Sam knew hard work making that many marbles by hand was a form of torture. It's not like he was scarped for cash either; in fact, he decided triple that number would be a good starting point. Cause he had an entire island to clear up at the same time, he didn't think it would hurt to have some extra.
It took some time to place the order wouldn't but available for a few weeks, despite his decision to split up the number between several shops. 'well, some aren't don't the island, but they're all small businesses, so fuck capitalism."
Laughing a bit, he went to bed, passing out in the way that would allow him to snap awake at the slightest sound, which made for a very fitful night of sleep in the city. Cause someone was riding around on an unnecessarily loud motorcycle.
Still, he managed to get enough rest in time to pick up the clay. taking it to school with him, of course he carried it through his class, even making a few marbles now and then. heating them with runes," I know there are no rules against what you're doing." Sam looked up from where he was cooing the clay." but please pay more attention to class."
"you're explaining how rhyme effect spells," Sam answered before looking back down." This is a method that has more effect on the caster than it does the spell due to rhymes being easier to remember but at times harder to cast."
"correct," the teacher replied, and then they turned back to the lecture, calling on Sam a few more times along with another student who might not have been paying attention. some were, some were not.
Heading to the next class, Sam put the completed marble in his locker with the rest of them. That would have spilled out if not for the simple barrier he put up. But as he opened, he felt someone cast a rune in his direction; he moved before he realized it. Then, he realized he wasn't the target.
The simple barrier cracked only held together because of how much mana Sam had put into it. So they tried to fire a second rune.' oh no, I'm not picking all though marbles up,' coating his hand in a light layer of mana. Sam batted the rune out of the air. Closing his locker with his other hand.
"you know there is no greater fool than one who tries and fails to fight out of their league!" Bratt only snorted, asking who said he was out of his league, reeking of confidence. " the boot that about to be up your осёл!"
Sam then moved; since he was in school, breaking the guy's face was a bit of a problem, so instead, he swung his hand down, snagging the jock pants, ripping them and his undergarments down, exposing him to all the students in the hall. "fu-AHHH!" his swear was cut off by the vice grip on his nuts.
"Look, I don't really care for the fragile ego you possess. But I'm not someone to be picked on. I don't understand how you don't get that even after these past four years." Realizing his goal, he walked away as Brett curled on the ground, a few tears rolling out.
"So I heard some interesting rumor." Daniel slid next to where Sam was sitting." Man, gossip was a powerful force, but yeah, I did grab another guy by the nuts."
"For some reason, I don't know why I'm surprised by this," Daniel replied, unrolling a piece of candy," I know you'll fight dirty if you want to." Daniel looked at Sam, who only smiled with hidden battle lust. 'he wants to fight Bratt. but he's holding back.' Personally, Daniel didn't think that fighting would dent his friend's battle lust.
If anything, it might make him irritated. From what he knew, Sam was scheduled for another fight with the network soon, very soon, hopefully. The rest of the day went without much problem. Sam caused no problems cause he got lectures from some teacher but just didn't give a fuck.
Brett was glaring at him as well, but he barely reacted to the bloodlust the younger male was putting off. he was more concerned about getting all the marble put away for transport without a problem. On the way home, he activated them, only using enough energy, so his left eye changed in response.
"ugh, at this rate, I might start hitting people with them." that would be amusing if nothing else." but seriously, I need to find uses for this; I bet my teacher would have figured something out. but after all these years she'd be pissed if I only came because I had worked for her."
"...shit!" how long has it been!" he thought it was less than 5 to 10 years, but now it might be over a hundred. he didn't think she would like that." ah ha, I'm in danger. So much danger." he was probably being dramatic, but she was dangerous when he was younger. He didn't think she got any less unless her methods of dealing with her aging body were wearing off.
"assuming she's still alive...who am I kidding? That woman is still breathing without a doubt," grumbling he considered how much money he was going to spend on an apology gift. cause he was going to need a hell of one to stay off her bad side. "you know I'm going to deal with that later.
For the moment, he maintained the creation and activation of the marbles. Eventually, he ran out of clay to use, so he was stuck changing projects for the time being." after making himself a snack, he mediated and worked on controlling the lust energy.
Due to its nature, he was kind of wary about it, not because he thought the power was bad. but not wanting to voilet people, he wasn't not a pathic pieace of trash that needed to have power over people. Like so many pathic people around the planet.