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what are you, my dad? (closed)

who. Marco

fun_police
what. Marco pushes his ability to escape consequences.
where. their swank pad.
when. backdated to immediately after the kill post
warnings. secure your tables.

[ By the time Marco finally reaches to the door, he's completely wiped out. It's been a long day, and he's spent every ounce of energy he has in him keeping his thoughts more or less in check. He knows it's not over yet, but all he wants to do is fall over and veg out for a week and deal with everything else later.

So he slips in and drops his shoes one at a time, then his delivery boy jacket, in a line straight from the door to the couch, where he proceeds to flop down and flip on the little viewscreen-tv without skipping a beat.

It's channel-surfing time, baby. ]

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Do you think the Talons will care which arbitrary law you bring up? I'd be surprised if they let you try to explain anything at all.

[This talk just got very, very real.]

[The hand retracts. You don't need to show him anything more. He's already made his verdict.]

You'd get killed in a fraction of a second. Do you have the slightest clue of what you've just done by involving yourself?

[ Marco's gut finally hits rock bottom, bounces a little, and settles into a heavy puddle somewhere around his ankles. Now that he can feel the ground again, he starts to recover himself.

And he's not that happy, either. ]

The Talons aren't going to care about anything they don't know about. So how about you help me not get killed by not talking about this, okay? Everyone and their mother except for you thinks I'm the stupid pizza boy who found a dead body. [ Prowl, you're getting that stare bounced back at you now. ] Except for you.

[Oh, there are so many ways this plan can go wrong. You're not off the hook yet, Marco.]

No, we're going to talk now. I doubt this is the last time you'll pull an imbecilic stunt like this unless you understand the full extent of your blunder.

I'm going to assume you did this for one of the gangs. I doubt someone would privately contract you. Most likely an initiation, since this is your first time. And yes, it is your first time because you didn't think to clean yourself as soon as you finished the kill. Most likely Eclipse, as they require a murder to join.

How long do you think it will take for someone to find out, Marco? That deduction took approximately two seconds from one incriminating clue you left behind. You don't think someone will be interested in finding out who killed him? You gave them their prime suspect by broadcasting your face with the dead body.

I talked to a Talon about two seconds after the broadcast, and he didn't know a freaking thing!

[ marco scrambles up on the couch now so he's perched on the back of the seat. gotta reduce neck strain here. ]

So it sure is lucky for me that not everyone on this station is a psycho robot cop who's butthurt about not having any laws to enforce so he's looking for any excuse he can find to throw around his big metal trunk full of wishful authority, huh?

[ oh yeah he went there ]

Are you dense?

Even for a human child, I'd expect you to have a modicum of an idea of the implications I just spelled out for you. You were sloppy. Any bare investigation of the area will probably point to you, assuming the person doesn't have a pocket calculator for a brain.

[He's not even going to touch on the moral implications of someone his age deciding killing another person was okay.]

And now you're with the Eclipse. This will be far from the first hit they'll order you to do. Are you ready for that? Are you ready to kill people on someone else's behalf?

I'm willing to do whatever I have to so I can survive, even if it means killing the enemies of my allies.

[ he's standing up on the couch now, but his voice cracks at the end. as soon as the words are out of his mouth, he knows it's not true, but it's too late now. it was too late the moment he walked in to eclipse and asked to be on their team. ]

So I'm only going to level up from here. Don't make this any harder than it needs to be.

[And Marco almost makes it to eye level too.]

Is that what you think? That you'll do one or two reprehensible things and be set for the rest of your life? That is a fantasy.

You don't have the slightest idea of the slope you've just climbed on. It is path filled with pain and suffering.

[Is he speaking from experience? Nah.]

You're better off turning around now while it can be looked at as a mistake of your ignorance.

Fine! You're right! I'm outta here.

[ and marco does turn around; he hops off the back of the couch and goes for his shoes. mostly because he doesn't want to face prowl after the last bit of that exchange. ]

Where do you think you're going? Did you not listen to a word I said?

[Prowl circles around the couch to follow him, but doesn't stop him from putting on his shoes.]

Your best option is to stay indoors.

[ marco keeps his head down; nominally, it's because he's pulling on his shoes, but it's another convenient excuse to not have to look at prowl. ]

To chill out with someone who's not going to be a total jerk about everything. That okay with you, dad?

[ his voice wavers on that last word, though. he didn't want to take things that far; somewhere, in a different universe, he'd gone missing from his actual dad.

never mind that. he's grabbing his jacket, too. ]

[Although he's never dealt with human children in particular, he recognizes this type of behavior.]

[He'll be back after some thought.]

[That doesn't mean Prowl is going to let him walk around on his own, of course. Not after what he'd just done. He says nothing further to Marco as he makes his way out.]

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what are you, my dad? (closed)

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i am sorry for his grumpiness

never sorry

prowl needs to learn how to teenager

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psht, teenagers

how do teenagers even work