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Ti Konflict
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Date Posted: 07:34:06 05/13/02 Mon
In reply to:
Lance
's message, "Oh I'll go home all right." on 00:21:18 05/13/02 Mon
"I had that dream again..." Ti barely gets the words out through his mouthful of oatmeal. He sits at a high stool in Omari's shop, his feet up on the conter and watching the black man go to and fro like a mad sientist.
"Which one?" Asks Omari with little interest in the subject and focusing instead on the data being reported back on two separate computer stations linked direcly to Tinker Bell's mainframe. "The one about the coat made of human hair or the one where you are a woman?"
"A girl...a young girl" Ti seems a little annoyed. For some reason, perhaps simply to have some fun, Omari always takes his words out of context. A long time ago Ti made the mistake of telling him about the dream where he is a small girl in search of somebody in a huge, interconnected wooden city. It was like a maze exiting one building only to find him/herself inside the thirdfloor of another. To find his/her a way out of the complex system of stacked buildings was extremely difficult. To find a specific person was damn near impossible.
The dream had not been any stranger than a plathora of others, but what set this one apart from them all was the fact that it had been a re-occuring dream for the last seven years. But Omari, always the man of science and not one to believe in dreams, chose to interpret it as Ti's desire to be a woman.
"I'm telling you man, I think you are bi..."
Ti makes a disgusted face. Not because he held anything against bisexuals but because he found the thought of being attracted to a man repulsive. It may be a choice that worked for others, but he loved breasts and pussy, he could not say he hoped to have anything else.
"Nah, man...quit that, I come to you with a problem and you make a fuckin' joke out of it." Another spoonful of oatmeal makes it into his mouth. Its funny how, even on something as simple as oatmeal, he can not make it taste as good as his mother does. For a moment Ti loses himself in blissful memories of home. He has not been there in years. He ought to go and visit soon, he really misses his mom and pops.
"So was it different this time or the same ol' thing?"
"Huh." Ti is caught daydreaming.
"The dream...was it the same?"
"Yeah, same thing everytime, trying to find my way out of this immense three dimensional laberynth of buildings, all interconnected and made of what appears to be Balsa Wood."
Omari chuckles to himself as he retrieves a few printouts. he looks at the data from behind his circular, wire-rimmed red tinted glasses. The smell of sweat permiates from under his lab coat but Ti does not say anything.
"Dreams are only dreams TiKon...no more"
Ti shakes his head unconvinced. "Not this one. There is something behind this one and someday I will figure it out."
Omari sighs heavily, knowing that at heart, Ti is a true romantic (in the original sense of the word and not the trendy way that the word is currently used). He normally finds such people unsophisticated. But he has known Ti for many years now and he knows him to be level headed, smart, well educated and yes...even sophisticated, in a rough edge kind of way.
"Looks like Tink is ready to fly once again Ti. Go easy on her speed until the new components get adjusted. If you overheat them too much from the get go you may find yourself without boosters...and in your line of work, you do not want to be caught in such a situation."
"Tell me about it." Ti gobbles down the rest of his oatmeal and puts the dirty plate in the sink without so much as spraying it down with water. "How much do I owe you, Omari?"
"Um" Omari fidgets a little uncomfortably. Ti picks it up quickly, his friend is up to something, body language like that hardly ever escapes him. "Nothing..."
Ti looks up at Omari incredulously, his amber eyes focused on the red lenses of Omari's old style glasses. "What do you mean nothing O, you just replaced a major component on Tinker's boosters, you can not exactly expect me to take it for free."
Omari returns the comment with a slight smile. "Well, not exactly free to be sure. I need you to do me a favor..."
Ti rolls his eyes, he should have smelled it comming long ago. "Oh no Omari, no favors, you know I am in absolutely no position to grant you or anybody favors. The Tiger is breathing down my neck, he's been complaining that my bounties keep getting smaller and that I need to find something big time. With pressure like that, I can hardly take time away to grant you favors. Now tell me how much do I owe you?"
A sudden saddness comes over Omari's eyes. "Hear me out Ti, all I am asking-"
"No!" Ti moves past the black man and towards the docking bay where Tinker Bell awaits in all her magnificent beauty. "No favors, Omari. I am no longer willing to risk my head until I get at least half of my debts paid."
"But Ti you have to understand that-"
Ti covers his hears and starts making sounds in true eight year old fashion "Lalalallaalallalal...I can't hear you! Lalalalalalal" He clicks a button on his pocket remote and Tinker's bulletproof shield retracts allowing access to the cock pit.
"Nanna is dead"
Silence.
Ti stops in his tracks, his tongue frozen in mid 'lala' and his heart actually skipped a beat. What was probably only a second seemed to drag out into hours as Ti could sense that stinging sensation in his heart. Slowly he turns to face his friend who has tears running down his face. "What do you mean dead?"
Unable to form any words Omari throws his hands up in the air and sits on a stool. "I mean...dead."
Ti drops his backpack on the ground next to Tink and makes his way back to his old friend. It looks like he will be doing a favor after all, he only hopes that Tiger does not find out about it.
OOC: I have chosen to start my storyline here, I hope you two don't mind. I am more than happy to discuss my angle with you guys and get input on yours to see how we can meet somewhere down the line. :) my addy is mastermouze@msn.com Thanks!
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