Dystopian Future

This is a roleplay between me and Kkaebsong.



well if you wonder something, just ask

The pale long fingers were stroking the fox as he walked the streets. Rivik was resting up on his shoulders, happy to do so and not needing to touch the filthy ground. Ezra smiled over the fact that the spirit hated being dirty, despite how easy it could clean itself. But Ezra didn't oppose when the fox wished to rest on his shoulders, feeling it was the least he could do since he borrowed his eyes. The spirit had once than more assured him it was alright, even if it didn't understood why someone wished to see the dark, filthy city. If his life had been different, if Ezra had lived in the palace, or a nobles house, he wouldn't have the need to borrow Rivik's sight, but that wasn't the case.

The tall man turned down an alley, just as some kids run in front of him, almost making him trip.
"We are sorry sir" they stated, knowing who he was. Ezra gave them a smile, as fake as one could be, something the kid didn't notice.
"It's alright boys" he answered "Run along now"
The boys nodded and did so without thinking more about them and he got a grim expression on his face.
"You can't kill them" the fox whispered in his ear and Ezra rolled his eyes.
"It would be so easy" he knew that all he needed to do was summon a angry animal, or curse them with an illness, but that would caught some of the other races attention towards the district, and soon him.
"It would, wouldn't it" Ezra could feel how the fox did something that resembled a smile as they continued down the dark alley.

For other people it would appear to dark to walk in, at least without some help. He knew he wasn't the only type that could walk here. The ones he met, was almost always another race, but for some reason people assumed that he was just an ordinary human, maybe because he was blind and they thought he was lost. He far from complained, giving him a chance to familiar himself with who could be a supernatural around him, without letting people know he was one. He turned left once more, making sure he was alone, and away from peoples snooping eyes before he walked through the illusion of a wall, towards something that resembled a office.

The storm raged outside the small ground apartment in which the two brothers shared their living space. Zemin sat at the small desk that they had found outside an old computer store. His dark eyes were fixed on the long list in front of him, filled with different charts and numbers. Even though he was one of the leaders - a promotion he got because of his cleverness - he was still confined in one of the worst apartments. Werewolves had always been seen as savages, nothing more than wild animals. Of course the young man had always stated otherwise, and for the past ten he had tried extremely hard to change that stereotype.
With a small sigh, Zemin leaned back against the computer chair and removed the reading glasses that were resting on the bridge of his straight nose. He put them down beside the list and started massaging the area right between his eyes. Damn, these days he always had headaches. Maybe because he didn’t transform enough? Yeah, that was probably one of the problems. Not a small problem either, as he knew it would eventually destroy him.

“Hey, what are you doin’?” Xue peaked over Zemins shoulder, his eyes scanning the long piece of paper laying in front of his older brother. But he didn’t get much of a chance to read through the sea of text, nor the charts and numbers. The older one had already folded the list and stashed it in one of the pockets on his jacket.
“None of your business, shouldn’t you be studying?” Zemin replied and raised an eyebrow. “I know you’ve got tons of exams coming up.” And with those words, he finally stood up from the desk and started stretching his arms above the head with a grimace dancing across his pale face.
“Well, I already studied. And you shouldn’t even be nagging at me! You haven’t turned in months because you’re so fucking ashamed of yourself”, Xue said and glared at his brother.
“I’m not ashamed, I’m just busy.”

Ok, so that last statement had been a lie. Least to say. Zemin was more than ashamed when it came to his little furry problem, but that wasn’t because of the basic nature of the wolf thing! No, it was because everybody else kept coming at him, telling him how pathetic and dirty he was - how he was never going to be loved or enough. For the most of the time he responded by saying ‘well fuck you too’ but at the same time, the words had a tendency to hit him hard. Because he knew most of them were true. He looked down towards his hands and shook his head. Well, he was who he was, and he even made a living both for himself and his little brother. It was more than most werewolves could do. Maybe because of the simple fact that they were very few, but anyways. That fact didn’t really matter.

Rivik removed himself from Erza's shoulders once they were inside, feeling that it was alright to touch the ground. The Shaman was unsure if he had kept the place as clean and tidy if he hadn't the spirit to think off, but keeping the fox happy, made him happy.
"Which documents?" Rivik asked and Erza studied them, reading the dates.
"The last two" he answered and opened them for the fox as he removed the coat, walking towards his working station.
"Who orders this shit?" Erza couldn't hinder a small smile, the fox didn't always had the most elegant ways with words.
"The name is written there, clear for you to see"
"I know, I know, I am just wondering what you want love amulets for?"
"Someone doesn't believe in fair play"
"Does they work?" At those words Erza turned towards the fox, disappointment showing all over his face.
"You hurt me even asking that" acted badly.
"Pfft, glad to know you can actually act" Erza didn't answer as he returned to the material placed on the table.
"Help me read as I am working" Rivik started eyeing the pages as Ezra felt the familiar feeling of magic leaving his hands.

"They look..."
"Sweet? Girly? What word do you search for?" Erza finished the others sentence.
"Don't know, doesn't matter"
"You are right, the only thing we need to do now is delivering them" Erza placed himself lazily in the armchair placed in front of the desk.
"Who are we sending?"
"We? I am more than sure you wont be sending anyone" Erza scratched the fox as he placed himself in his lap, while he thought about who he would send. He never delivered his own goods, always sending a spirit.
"I am sending Jax's" the fox looked at him, despite that it was a strange feeling, seeing himself when the fox meant to look at him, it was something he had gotten used to.
"I would have done the same" Erza didn't answer him as he summoned the white wolf.
"Erza" the wolf walked over and the pale hand made contact with the fur, giving the animal some affection before handing over the amulets and the name of the ones ordering it. Jax released Rivik's eyes, sharing's Jax's instead, the wolf gave him a determent nod, almost proud.
"Consider it done" he promised, disappeared from the building.

After some long seconds, Zemin lowered his hands and turned away from the younger brother. It was clearly time to do something about this whole ordeal surrounding him and his mess of a body. What had it been since his last transformation? Maybe three months? More? To be completely honest he had lost count, which definitely wasn’t good when it came to stuff like life or death. Or it wasn’t really about living or dying, but rather not having to forcefully change.
“Xue, I’m going out. Don’t touch my stuff, ok?” He said and turned to glance shortly at his brother.
“Never have, never will”, Xue replied and threw himself down on the sofa. “Where’re ya going anyways? We’re out of red meat, get some will ya?” He continued before he turned towards the tv and started up his old ps3. Might have been ancient but he never grew tired of it. And the tv screen couldn’t really handle anything more than old stuff, so that was probably one of the main reasons the console was still being used.
“Sure, I’ll buy some of that disgusting fake stuff they sell at the store”, Zemin answered and chuckled, just to have one of the consoles thrown at him. “Fuck you, you little useless brat. You know I’ll fucking come for you when you’re asleep? Because I will.”

The narrow eyes narrowed even further and he threw the console against the wall, right above Xues head. By an instance it shattered to a million pieces and rained down over the younger brothers head. But before he even managed to open his mouth, Zemin had disappeared out through the door. He squinted his eyes as he walked across one of the empty, dark streets. It was completely empty - which wasn’t really much of a surprise. There weren’t many people that dared to step foot in one of these neighbourhoods. The road was dirty, the streetlights broken and the buildings rough. Quite a contrast compared to his previous living situation, huh? Oh, it had been so nice to live in that mansion in the nicest area of the city. Back then everything was clean and well maintained, not a spot on even the tiniest window. Now? Not even comparable.
Zemin shook his head in disgust and pulled the hoodie of his jacket up, trying to escape the rain that fell from the grey sky. Fuck, he really hated this weather.

Around half an hour later, he made the last turn of his journey. This alley was also dark and it smelled of sewage, rats ran across the broken asphalt and the fog crept over the buildings. Just as he was about to take another step further, a sharp pain made its way up the young mans spine. It was so unbearable he dropped to his knees, with his fingers clutching the head. Well, look at that. You managed to hold it back for so long it’s coming for you when you least want it. Are you happy now? Pleased with yourself? Maybe you aren’t that clever after all, you piece of shit. Zemin immediately shut his eyelids and tried to control his breathing, even though it was to no avail. The breaths were already out of control and there was nothing he could do about it. He didn’t even have anywhere to hide at this point. Not that he knew of, anyways.

The rain didn't seem to be noticed by Jax, most likely because he fur protected him, and Ezra enjoyed seeing it, without needing to be outside. However he hoped it would come to a stop before he needed to head home, if not for his sake, for Rivik's.
"How is he doing?" the fox asked and Ezra raised an eyebrow. The fox was a curious one, often wondering how the other spirits was doing. Era wasn't bothered by it, even founding it adorable sometimes, something he would deny if the spirit ever found out.
"He is doing well, as always"
"Thank you" Jax answered and Ezra nodded, despite that the spirit couldn't see him. Rivik didn't answer him, not surprising to the other. The fox had his ways, and Ezra was used to them all now, so he only continued patting the blue animal as he watched Jax's progress.

Ezra saw the wolf enter a home, for a second scaring the inhabits, until he sat down. A large man seemed to understand as he stood up.
"I have heard rumours about this" the mans voice was harsh, seeing far to pleased by Erza's way, something that made the Shaman mildly irritated. How did the man dare to ask for his help, use his services only to be rude in the end.
"You can't kill them!" Rivik reminded him feeling how the other one become tense and Erza forced himself to relax, letting it slide, only wishing he had cursed the amulets instead.
"Give them to me!" the man jerked them from Jax's mouth, and Erza could tell it wasn't comfortable for the wolf, but did him no harm. "Get out!"
"Do as he wish" the voice was cold and Jax obeyed, feeling that his master was angry at the man. It was moments like this Erza was pleased that he demanded payment before he made a deal. "Come home"
"I am on my way" Jax answered and Erza ended the spell, only to take control of Rivik's eyes once more.

The large wolf walked through the illusion, water dropping from his fur down on the floor, mixing with the mud he dragged in. Rivik gave him a disappointed glance.
"Pfft" was all the wolf answered as he walked over to the fire, making himself comfortable. Erza could make him return to the spirit world as his job was done, but he let the wolf enjoy his company a while longer, as he fead him, before enchanting a towel to clean up the mess.
"How is it out there?"
"Empty, only met a few persons on my way back" Jax answered, and considering the weather, it wasn't to surprising. "The fog seem to be acting up again"
That was worse and Erza sighed, knowing that if it got worse, he would be forced to stay at his office.
"Did someone see you?" Rivik asked looking at Jax.
"I don't think so. The people seeing me stayed clear" Erza could almost understand why, even if people didn't know the wolf was a spirit, it was a large white wolf, something people avoided without needing a reason, or maybe they feared he was a werewolf. He knew about their reputation, and he wasn't sure what he thought about it. Every race had their own reputation, and it most likely had some truth to it, but he didn't care to much, avoiding the other races, even his own if he could. His thoughts got interrupted by the thunder, loudly presenting himself and he started making a cup of tea, hoping it would pass soon.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Zemin banged his head against the filthy asphalt, hoping that the pain would just magically go away. But naturally it didn’t, and all he could do was try to find a dark corner in which he could hide. If he transformed there, out on the street, someone would probably see him eventually. The forced turns were never easy to deal with, mostly because of the pain but also because of the prolonged breaking of the bones, the boiling heat of the blood..it just sucked ass, to say the least.
What if someone actually saw him? Would he end up in one of those fighting arenas? One of those where they’d put a werewolf up against another werewolf and then bet on it. Zemin had seen them himself, whilst trying to enjoy himself on a night out with coworkers. A heads up: he hadn’t enjoyed it at all. In the end he had actually thrown up, right on the floor. That’s when he really started to resent humans and all the other beings. Before he lived with it without thought, but that was the night when all of that had changed.

Another round of sharp pain climbed up the young lads back, as he forced himself up on his feet. No, he refused to be captured and sold on the black market. Slowly, he staggered his way down the street. The fog seemed to be closing in on him, crawling over the top of the buildings. Zemin shivered and turned his gaze down towards the asphalt instead. With the fog came the demons that hid in it, and he really didn’t have any lingering desire to deal with them at that moment. They could go feed on the stupid ass humans instead, an easy target for an incapable being.
One of the pale hands finally found support by gripping at one of the walls, the nails dragging across the surface leaving deep scratch marks. He really couldn’t help it at a time like this. The desperation for shelter - both against the fog and the dealers - had grown way too large. And no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t seem to escape it. Oh, why didn’t he just send Xue instead? That little dork transformed almost every day and wouldn’t have had any problem like this. Plus the simple fact that he didn’t care about it, but Zemin was in denial about that part for his own counting.

Another gasp slipped his lips and the slim body finally gave up. With both hand clawing at the rough surface of the wall, he couldn’t resist the urge of screaming any longer. The pain was just too much for him to bear and it didn’t seem to stop. How could the man have been so stupid? He knew how this worked, he knew where his limits were. But for some reason he had still ventured out in the slums of the city, just to buy his brother some red meat and a bottle of vodka for himself. Such a bad excuse. It was almost sad. But not as sad as the sight of Zemin, whom was now screaming his lungs out, just waiting for it all to end. Because it was a matter of fact that someone would find him before the transformation was completed, and when that happened he would either be killed on the spot or sold as a slave. Personally, he would rather die.

Ezra stopped in his movement, hearing a scream closeby. It wasn't unusual to hear screams through the city, but this was differently, and closer than usual. It should matter very little to him what it was, or why, being safe inside, but he couldn't hinder himself from wondering.
"Don't look at me" Rivik said and Ezra couldn't hinder another smile towards the spirit. He hadn't even asked what he thought it could be, yet the other one answered.
"So I can't send you out there, to investigate it for me?"
"But it's raining! And it's dirty dirty" the Fox protested, as those was worse reason than the fog closing in or whatever the scream came from, but Ezra didn't pressure him.
"I go" Jax stood up and Ezra let his gloved finger touch his fur.
"Thank you" the wolf nodded as he left, without worry. They all knew that the Spirit's couldn't die, be hurt or forced to leave earth, yes, but he could always summon them again a later time.

"So what do you think it can be?" the fox asked and Ezra giggled behind his cup.
"I am as clueless as you are" maybe it wasn't completely true, but all Ezra had was calculated guesses, and he wasn't interested in those, not here at least. "We will know when Jax's returns"
He placed the cup in front of his lips, soon feeling the warm liquid warm up his body, giving him a familiar comforting feeling. Tea had always managed to calm him down, something he couldn't explained but had stopped questioning after a few years.
"We can continue to work while we wait" Ezra placed the cup on the table, and Rivik nodded walking towards the remaning folders.
"At least this one is interesting, who's baby do you think they are after?" Rivik read the request about concealing a baby from it's parent's searching eyes.
"Don't know, don't care" was all Ezra answered as he started working once more.

"Found him" Jax stated and for a second Ezra wondered what the wolf meant by him, but soon got his answer as the animal walked down the stares together with someone.
"And you brought him here, you idiot" Rivik schooled the other spirit while Ezra tried to grasp the situation, and what had made the wolf act the way he did.
"The fog was coming closer, and I could hear a few humans getting closer as well" Jax let go of the man, walking towards the fox, making the office dirty once more.
"So? You could have left him"
"For the humans to find! He is a supernatural, wouldn't be right"
"But endangering us is?"
"He..."
"Enough" Ezra cut between both of them, feeling a headache was on it's way. Jax's action had been stupid, utterly stupid but Ezra could understand them to some point, even if he didn't approved since he had acted on Rivik's thought and left him, if he found him. But it didn't matter since the man was in his office, and clearly something was wrong with him so Ezra was on his guard, keeping his magic close, prepared to act if needed. But he had no words to say to him, welcome was wrong since he wasn't really welcomed. Asking about the pain felt wrong as well, since his healingpowers wasn't that great. Other Shamans would be ashamed of him, but he had chosen to walk down another path abandoning healing a long time ago, so all he could do was stare at the man, or rather have Rivik do it, as they all waited for something to happen.

Okay, so this next turn of events had Zemin more than confused. He couldn’t really grasp the situation and therefor let the wolf drag his cramping body across the asphalt with no protest. It wasn’t until his hands slapped against the cold floor of the mysterious office that he finally had the decency to open his eyes. For a short period of time, they gazed upon the room, sliding between the man and the spirits. Zemin couldn’t really pinpoint the reason why he knew they were spirits, as he just knew - probably having something to do with the supernatural part of it.
“Please, don’t s-sell me”, he whispered and sank down towards the floor as the bones in his back started to make crackling sounds. Another shilling scream pushed its way past the mans vocal cords and he once again clutched his head. Wouldn’t it had been great if he could have just made it stop, right there and then? He could have just stood up on his feet and walked straight back out in the street, hurry home and cook a large meal. But no, the gods didn’t seem to be following that path. What a wonderful day!

The bones in his hands finally gave up and started bending and twisting. It really was excruciatingly painful, but at the same time the pain was more like it hurts so good. Zemin let out another gut wrenching scream and started banging his head against the floor, as the sharp teeth started sprouting out and the jaw dislocated itself.
You really messed up this time, didn’t you? I mean, just look at yourself! You’re in a strange mans office, banging your head against his spotless floor, while transforming. And that’s not even all of it! Because they’re watching you, probably thinking about what they should do next. Imagine what’ll go down when they figure out what your condition is, and thereafter realise the price tag that’s stuck on your stupid head.
Once again, the bones dislocated themselves just so they could attach somewhere else. Zemin scraped at the floor, creating long, deep scratch marks on the surface. Fuck. Now he was not only rolling around in pain, acting like a lunatic, but also destroyed the strangers floor? Great. Just great.

Another couple of minutes passed by, accompanied by many disgusting sounds. Finally the clothes had burst and slid off from the dark fur. No more pain, no more suffering. Zemin fell over on his side and stared blankly into space, trying to calm himself and maybe even get a grip on the reality of the situation. But he was exhausted, which the chest proved by heavily expanding and then decreasing. Exhausted and extremely ashamed. Just why did he go outside? Why, why, why? He really hated himself in that moment. The amber eyes eventually swept up towards the stranger and attached themselves. They were filled to the brink with fear, and the tail tucked itself automatically between his legs as he stood up on all fours. Zemin was extremely wobbly, his body swinging from one side to another. However, the defence mode had turned itself on and the sharp teeth were bared.
I’ll bite you if you try something funny.