Realistic or Modern I am Nobody

[Regynleif]

Life had never really paid you any mind. You were never lucky nor unlucky. You had no real talents but neither did you fail at what you tried your hands at. You were average in every sense of the word. Mediocre by very definition.

And then one day, completely by accident, you happened to be noticed by them. Their existence defied your beliefs and yet there they were and they were very interested in you. Why was that? And why was it that with them suddenly inserting themselves into your life that everything started getting turned upside down?

Just what were you going to do?




The story of how, and why, a god came into your life and stuck around.​

Tags: Rantos

 

[Regynleif]

"Ah, what a beautiful sunrise cresting over the calm waters near the seaside town of....

of...

Ah hell what was it called again? Excuse me, writer dear, could you give me my line? Uh huh, ok... insert sound of shuffling paper here to indicate that I've been handed a script? Done and done. Let's try this again.




AH, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SUNRISE CRESTING OVER THE CAL- What do you mean I don't need to shout? You have this typed in all caps, that indicates shouting doesn't it? Well that's hardly my fault! I'm LITERALLY done with this already, so I'll just hit the important stuff and you can't stop me!

Blah blah, town of Cyprin, blah blah, nothing interesting ever happens here, blah blah, til now because I'm going to fu- I mean mess things up...

Blah blah blah....begin story by having someone pound on Milla's bedroom door to wake him up. On it!

Oh, not me? Because he hasn't met me yet? But that's a great way to get us introduced! Oh fine, spoil sport.

MILLA WAKE THE FU-, I MEAN HECK UP. LET'S GET THIS STORY MOVING!"

 

[Rantos]

A New Day A New Lie - Milla
Tags: Regynleif
That woman had never once had cause to yell at Milla. But he was sure that it wasn't just knocking on the door that greeted him today. No, today there was a voice that cut through the morning haze and brought Milla to attention. Alert, awake, Milla moved towards the door and opened it. He was greeted by nothing in particular. Surely if someone knocked on his door, yelled at him too, they would still be in view. Yet the hallway was empty. Perhaps what he heard was nothing more than the echoes of a waking dream. No matter. He was up, and it was time to get ready. The process didn't take as long as usual. Be it because he got more sleep than usual or some other reason, Milla felt far more awake in the morning than usual.

Making his way from his room to the kitchen he found one father making breakfast for his still sleeping siblings. There was a small can of fish and a banana sitting on the table. That was the breakfast Milla made for himself to eat on the bus. As he grabbed the food his father spoke without looking away from the breakfast he was making.

"Heading out?"

"Yes."

"Another freelance job?"

"Down by the docks."

"Dinner's at six, then."

"I'll be back by seven."

"Cold dinner at seven, then."

"Thank you."

"Stay safe."

"You too."

And without another word, Milla left food in hand and was greeted by early morning twilight. An early start for a long day. The bus station wasn't a far walk, it was made even faster given how awake Milla felt. He thought about how he may have allowed himself too much time as he sat alone in the station, 10 minutes before the bus arrived. Nothing to do but watch the station clock and eat his breakfast. He wasn't a fan of waiting, of anticipation and the giddiness that comes with it. He took another look at the clock. Nine minutes left.

"Come on. Let's get this story moving..."

 

[Regynleif]

It was shaping up to be a pleasant, albeit boring, day again on Maltain's 1674th (1675th? They seriously lost track around the 500's) day of exile. This quaint little town they had sailed into last night didn't really seem to hold much for entertainment. Wandering the streets all night had left them in some random part of town as the day broke, and it was probably (definitely) time for a rest.

Softly whistling to themselves as they scanned for a comfy place to seat themselves, Maltain barely gave the boy sitting on the bench a passing glance before their eyes immediately snapped back to him and the whistling abruptly stopped. "Oh? What do we have here?" They said to themselves while observing the boy across the street with a grin. "And here I thought this town was boring."

Long strides took Maltain across the street and into the boy's personal space very quickly. Face in his face, noses nearly touching as the god inspected him thoroughly, though what he was looking at in particular was something mortals couldn't see themselves. "Well, well, well. What an interesting specimen. Certainly you break most, if not all the rules." Still mostly talking to themselves the god pulled back with a devilish grin before boldly announcing,

"I've decided! I think I'll make you mine."


Rantos

 

[Rantos]

A New Day A New Lie - Milla
Tag: Regynleif
The morning calm was off-putting. The station wasn't usually this quiet. Completely void of the emblematic sounds, the hustle, the bustle. Morning layman and professionals alike that usually took to the street were gone. That mixed with the cold air, the chills that came from the sea that surrounded them, gave the whole situation a stagnate feel. A feeling that Milla was not used to, but did not oppose. Honestly, it made the morning commute much calmer. And in truth, Milla wouldn't have noticed the lack of life surrounding him if it wasn't for the footsteps that cut through the stagnation. Powerful steps that magnified the silence.

And there she stood. An unfamiliar woman, though their gender was a toss up, looking down at Milla with intent. The kind of gaze that let one know they were the focus of attention. The spotlight was on Millia now. The woman began speaking but Milla didn't register the words spewing forth as anything but noise. He hoped that if he ignored the woman for long enough she would go away. His wish was never realized and with one last comment, the women before Milla went from strange to terrifying. Is this how Milla was to die? Alone with a deranged stranger at a bus station. Not the most flowery note to leave off on.

"Ma'am. I'm about to walk to the police station. Please don't follow me or I'll have them throw you in the holding cell." There was no part about this situation Milla trusted. She wasn't an immediate threat but had still shown enough to Milla to warrant feeling weary. He put his phone away in the same pocket that held his keys. The very same keys that he now held between his fingers still within his pocket. Makeshift brass knuckles, just in case. Milla stood, and started walking. He was expecting the women to disregard his destination and follow him. At least then he could report her for stalking him.