Pierce the veil [Yamm]

Alexander considered the cylindrical tube held within his hand, a cyan in color and with a singular button upon it, one that would perform its function upon it being pressed. Yet all he would do was look over it, brilliant blue eyes considering the weapon that he was holding and humming to himself, turning it over within his hand and nodding a couple of times, before adjusting his glasses. It was one of the oddities that he had taken from the underwater city, a small mechanical device that Alexander was slowly trying to understand but making them function was simple enough. All it took was a simple press of a button, and the rest was done by thought really. It seemed that they all worked from some manner of psuedo telepathic connection they formed with the person that had activated him, speaking of the ingenuity of the female that had created them.

This weapon however was more simple in design, just a weapon that released powerful bursts of electricity through the staff. However he had no intentions of using it, nothing worth using it on, save for a certain someone but that would have been currently unwarrented. He would place the staff back within its bag, and then lean back on the bed, dressed in only a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt, something he usually wore before going to sleep. The electronic clock on his nightstand read 10:59 and with nothing else to really occupy his time, Alexander was resigned to lying back, letting a breath whistle through his lips and glare at the ceiling. His dark brown hair was in somewhat of a mess, eyes narrowed as he counted his heartbeat for a moment. One beat after another, till he felt as if he were going to fall asleep.

What woke him was a vibration, followed by a sound, likely his cellphone. Alexander rolled on his bed, reaching for the phone but what he saw was just an email, just another junk file full of things that he had no interest in. Something about male enhancement.....why the hell was he getting an email about male enhancement? Alexander grumbled, something about the fact annoying and slightly amusing as he placed the phone back on the nightstand and swung his legs over the bed, leaving them there to dangle for a moment. His father was likely out doing the usual, drinking until he was in a stupor and wandering in about two in the morning to vomit and then fall asleep in his room or on the couch. It was Alexanders hope that he would fall asleep before then, so he would be spared the sound of his father making a nightly fool of himself, and killing his kidney, or his liver. It was one of those two anyway.

If he was lucky cerosis would claim him in a little while, but for now he would sit there. ”Matt, I wonder what he's up to.” He said to himself, falling back against the bed, resting the back of his head on his palms.

Divinity wasn't something that Matt was all too used to yet. The first issue he had was deciding what he was going to call himself. Would he be his "proper" name of Yamm, as the Old God within him demanded, or would he be Matt which every other part of him wanted? It wasn't easy getting used to the burden of an Old God, but it was one Matt willingly bore on himself in order to keep people around him safe. Sin was still churning deep within, but he was currently suppressed enough that he could control him. Matthew got out of the shower, taking them at the nights as he always had, and tossed his boxers on as he ran his hands through his hair, checking the spike to it again, for the fifth time in the past three minutes. It didn't matter he had nowhere to be, he always did his hair over and over again. Just a quirk of his maybe. Though... now he wanted to matt it down, if for nothing more than the irony of name and phrasing.
 
    He ran his hands down over his heat, matting his hair down and sighing as he found himself looking familiar in his mirror. So this is what Yamm looked like? Matt rolled his eyes as he sighed and contemplated everything that had happened. He sighed, feeling a little broken, if not empty inside. He was an "Old God" which means he had divinity. This called his faith and fate into question. Does that mean the divine omnipotent being he worshiped wasn't real? Was he going to Hell? Was there a Hell? Who in the Hell ate the last slice of peanut-butter silk pie? So many questions and not enough time. He laid back on his bed and rested there, hearing whispers as he tried to be in silence. The worst part of divinity? ?Being able to hear any and all people who believed in you. Apparently a lot of people really began to believe in the deity of Yamm because of his antics with OCEAN and their boy-scouting campaign before falling apart.

   He heard every prayer under the sun. "I NEED that promotion" "I just want to win the lottery..." "I just want to get this part for this movie, please! "Please tell my mommy and daddy to come back from me... "Please don't let her know I kept her parents being dead from her." "Please don't let them find the body, please don't let them find the body!" Matt put his arms back and rest his hands behind his head as he lay there and closed his eyes. Suddenly he couldn't help but hear words...words of a familiar voice, but one he didn't quite pick up immediately. "Please go to the river Jordan, so we can bring back Shael." The voice was loud and clear. Matt almost opened his eyes when he heard another voice, unlike all other's however...this one was..... REAL!?

    "Matt, I wonder what he's up to.” the voice said. Matt's eyes opened and he noticed the ceiling...was different. He turned to look and find that he was next to Alex. "WHATDAFUCK!?" Matt yelped as he fired back, likely scaring Alex in the process, since he somehow appeared next to him on his bed silently and without indication but was suddenly screaming and getting his attention. Matt flew off the side off the bed and tried to find something to hide behind slightly. "WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE!? WHY AM I ALWAYS RANDOMLY SHOWING UP ALMOST NAKED!?" He looked around at Alex. He assumed this was Alex's room, but why was he here?!

Wondering did no good however, he was likely doing whatever it was that Matt's did.....what did Matt's do? His eyes would close for a moment, and a low sigh would escape from his lips, followed by something that nearly gave Alexander a heart attack, and well.....perhaps a panic attack too. His eyes would shoot open, and he would quickly look to the source of the noise, which was......Matt in his.....boxers. Why the hell was Matt on his bed in his boxers?!? His eyes were wide, and if he knew anything, he was turning a little red, so Alexander quickly grabbed ahold of the blanket on his bed and used it to cover as much as he could, before he managed to....make things more awkward than they had to be. He ended up wrapping into the blanket until only his head was visible, glasses having fallen aside elsewhere, though all he had to do was pick them up and place them back on his face.

His question was a good one, because Alexander had no real idea of that question himself, except that he was busy being exceptionally embarrassed. Brilliant blue eyes considered the male, trying to think up some kind of answer but all he could do for a moment was stutter, before he really got anything out. Luckily what came out was not any kind of stuttering, so that was always good in the scheme of things. ”I...don't know why actually. I just kinda mentioned your name and suddenly you're here....almost naked.” He mentioned accent still as thick as ever, wondering what the hell Matt was doing in his room, and partially cursing himself for reasons that are seperate. Did his saying Matt's name have something to do with it, or was it just some cosmic freak accident?

His attention would turn towards the pajama pants that sat on the floor, he considered them for himself but it seemed that Matthew might need them a bit more than he did at the moment. Appearing in someone elses house like that was not something that he would wish upon anyone really, well maybe but that is an unimportant detail. ”Ummmmm.....magic?” He would suggest reaching for the pants on the floor and slipping into them under the blanet before slipping from under them, but keeping his eyes at face level. ”So....you need some clothes Matt?” He would ask waiting for an answer before really doing anything, though he had an idea already of what it would be.

"I-iiii..I-I can...uhm..clothing..." Matt stammered as he put his head in his hands and tried to calm himself down. This was the SECOND time that he ended up almost naked in front of his "new friend" here. Part of him wanted to blame Alex in some manner, find some reason that it was HIS fault for Matt showing up indecent. Granted sure, football and baseball it's not like one is unfamiliar with indecency. The issue lies in the fact that he was randomly indecent in someone bedroom. THAT, was an issue. It didn't help that this was a dude too. Sure, it was Alex but the point remains the same. He calmed himself down, partly because he forced himself calm. He was still using the shirt to cover his boxers, he just HAD to be wearing the heart ones too. Now that he was bright red and panicked he could officially try to freak out.

"I guess. I don't know anymore man...I fuckin' hate this divinity thing. It's gonna drive me to drink." He said, using his mother's expression as he stood up and sighed as he looked around, trying to avoid eye contact with Alex, who slipped into a pair of paint of his own. "no matter how many gym showers or EC sports...nothing quite as odd as just...randomly popping up in another dude's bed..." he said, as he looked for an exit, hoping that he could easily let himself out. Be embarrassed later. Shane needs you. Bring him back. was all he heard. He questioned it for a moment, he looked to Alex and tilted his head. He didn't think the blessing of Yamm offered telepathic speaking. No...it was something else...

"I...I dunno..got anything that'll fit me?" Matt asked, despising the fact he was helpless with such a literally private matter. He never thought he'd be in this situation...

So it seemed that Alex was no the only one experiencing embarrassment, which was a good enough thing within its own right. Sure he could have gone without this experience, but then again things were as they were, he would just have to....get over it. His mind however decided to go places he would have normally not wanted it to go, considering that with his new mentally abilities all it took was a glance to remember things, and what he remembered was....hearts? Yeah, of course he would keep in mind the goddamn heart boxers of all things. Alexander shook his head and tried to distract himself with something else, clothes, yeah he was supposed to be getting his friend some clothes so he wasn't nearly naked on his floor. He dug through a dresser near his bed, withdrawing a pair of jeans and a simple shirt they seemed about Matt's size, so that should work.

Tossing them to him, Alexander would make sure to keep his attention away as the male would likely change into the clothes. ”Yeah, not quite used to dudes randomly popping up in my bed.”Alexander added with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his head lightly as the thought alone was enough to keep the redness in his cheeks going. He was half expecting Matt to make an exit once he got clothed, and Alexander partially did not want that, and he did to avoid any questions a certain drunk might have about the random dude in his bedroom. Assumptions were one thing that the male was good at making no matter what his sobriety level was, and that was something that Alexander wanted to avoid dealing with.

”But yeah, I think these should fit ya.” he said with a nod still keeping his eyes elsewhere, now falling upon the window of his room. He would wait until his friend was done to really turn around, and then perhaps ask him what the hell had happened. His mind would run over the possibilities, and the only one that seemed logical was that somehow saying his name had brought him here, which...seemed likely considering that he spoke of divinity and gods did tend to come when evoked. ”So.......” He let the silence draw out, looking to matthew with a raised brow.

Matt wasn't exactly thrilled at the fact that he was randomly in some worn down apartment, it actually made him wonder how Alex managed to stay as clean as he did regularly. He found himself putting on the pants uneasily, the damn things were tighter than puritan bride. That's the thing though, Alex was skinnier than him. Matt slipped in and got himself crushed as he shifted and settled into the pant. He then put the shirt on over with a red face and a nod. He really didn't like wearing other people's clothing...just a little thing about him that even he didn't understand. He was just grateful that he had HIS boxers. "I would have thought you had a ton of random dudes in your bed. You seem REALLY popular." Matt said sarcastically with a smirk and a shake of the head left to right, reaffirming his joke. He made the final adjustments to the outfit he was now wearing and he sighed as he looked to Alex as if using him to gauge how he looked.

"So, Alex in wonderland...." Matt said, keeping up with the new and endearing joke. "Now that your jeans have ground my testicles into a fine powder I gotta tell you... I'm bringing Shane Smith back to life." He said, unsure of how the reaction would be taken. He smiled and nodded at Alex as he picked up the small pack of Newport Kings and tossed it to the ground with the lighter. "I'm quitting that too... smoked for three months, because he died.... I'm bringing him back.... so no need for 'em."

Used to tons of of dudes in his bed? No, Alex was not used to anyone beside himself in his bed, so having a half naked dude was a new one. Part of him wondered if there was something behind what the male said but he would let it go, smirking as he rested on the side of his bed, sitting there and resting his hands on his lap. ”Yeah, you know me.” Alex said with a dry laugh running his fingers along his thigh lazily while considering the male that was slipping into his clothes, though they seemed a little tight for him. His attention would snap to Matthew as he used that rather.....interesting nickname to refer to him, smiling lightly as if it amused him somehow. What he said was about how his jeans were crushing his testicles, something that he could understand considering how tight his pants were.

What he said after that was what shocked him, something about bringing Shane Smith back to life, Alexanders eyes widening slightly and looking over Matt as if he were insane. ”You're bringin him back to life? How do you plan on doing that Matt?” He asked reaching for the staff, letting his fingers feel over the cold metal. He would then turn to the pack of cigarettes and lighter thrown onto his floor, pausing for a moment as if confused at what he was looking at. Matthew was smoking? The idea alone was an interesting one, and slightly confusing. He would reach over the edge of the bed, grabbing the lighter and letting the brilliant blue eyes scan over it, then turning towards Matthew again. ”Well....that aside how do you plan to bring someone back from the dead?”

Matt didn't need to see him reach to know what he was reaching for. His mind was still there, lingering inside Alex's slightly, but not there to get anything cohesive. The only reason he got what he did out of Alex was the sheer shock and disbelief of the statement shoved all other thoughts from his mind. "Don't even think about it. You jab me with the shocky-stick and I'll chop off you Dixi-stick." He said, not even looking from the ceiling, but making it painfully aware that even without watching Alex he knew his movements...and then moving a step-forward and addressing his "concerns" of a more mental and thoughtful nature. "I'm not insane either, I'm not crazy, I didn't bump my head and to answer the next two questions you're going to have, Yes I picked up smoking after Shane died, Yes I'm stopping, I'm sorry that the idea doesn't mesh well with you, but it could be worse... And I plan to bringing him back by without the doubt lingering in the back of your mind like a cancer." He said, not offensive, or defensive. He was just stating things as they were and rubbing the bridge of his nose as if he had a headache. He was moody and hormonal on his own, now he had to deal with Alex's moody and hormonal nature too... which was fantastic considering the jeans were already tight enough as they were.

"Sorry...I'm just....it's been crazy since the damn underwater thing..." He said, apologizing if he had seemed to over-step his boundary. He then folded his arms after he opened the bedroom door and peered out as if he were looking to see who was around, embarrassed almost to have suddenly been leaving a room no one saw him enter. Deciding that it was safe he poked out and twisted around off his heel to look at Alex with a smile and a clap. "Dude... look. It's been a rough few months, but I think I know how to bring someone back from the dead...will you at least hear me out? While I go get something ot eat...It's late but Damnit I can't sate this hunger... I'm thinking taco-bell. You coming or should I come back or...text or...help a brotha out." He said, anxious for food it would seem as his never ending hunger took it's ache on him.

Alexander blinked for a moment, looking from Matthew back to the staff and then back with a raised brow. He wasn't actually planning to zap him with the staff, but it seemed that it was misconstrued as such, which was not good really. The idea of being mutilated did cause him to wince, crossing his legs as if somehow protecting him from the threat alone. Still he let the staff fall to the bed, if only to protect his...dixie stick as he kind of enjoyed it where it was. ”Wasn't planning on it.” He muttered gulping silently, slipping the staff into his pocket, where it would fit snugly and for the most part undetected. The conversation then moved to his smoke since that Shane kid died, which Alexander was absolutely unaware of actually. ”Honestly I don't care about the whole smoking thing, I just....didn't know you were.” He would note, stating If matter of factly but perhaps his voice was tinged by surprise.

Matthew would then apologize, leaving him a little bewildered as he seemed to be talking.....alot more than usually. He would then peer out of his room, leaving Alexander sitting there and a little bewildered at what had happened, raising an eyebrow and with a confused hum slipping from his mouth. Followed by turning upon his heels and clapping as if to get the males attention, head snapping up and looking at Matt as if waiting for whatever he was going to say. ”I am willing to hear you out, because I asked  you how you plan to....twice.” He said holding up two fingers. ”But yeah Taco Bell sounds fine.” Did he actually like Taco Bell at all? No, he was not too fond of it, but then again that was what his friend wanted, so he would go along with it. He stood up and walked to the door, waiting for the male to do something and he would follow along.

"Okay, you don't like Taco Bell. Where else is there?" Matt said, not angry or even inconvenienced, but more or less just stating what was going on. He looked to Alex as if he were looking for his input on the food topic. His Divinity was making it rather difficult to discern the thoughts of his little friend from the things that were said. "What do you like to eat?" He would ask, prompting Alex to think it over a moment, still listening in. "Pasta? Alright, I can do that. I'm paying though. Wait, it's 11 at night. Where the Hell are we going to find a pasta place at eleven? Oh wait... We'll just go to the school. They're dumb and leave the gym unlocked... and I can get into Mrs.DeAngeles' room no problem." He continued on, turning to Alex with a smile. "It's the Gourmet cooking class. You take a year here and a year at the college ten minutes away. I'm pretty sure she'll have what I'm looking for." He explained everything out, not even realizing how much he was likely torturing the poor British boy.

They entered through the gym doors. The school's facility was open 24/7, though it was risky, no one ever seemed to steal from it or vandalize it, so no harm no foul right? The floor was covered in a blue and gold foam that outlined the picture of a Trojan head, the weights scattered about and Matt walked over to the lats and triceps machines. "These I LOVE. Hate squats though...oh, right this way." He said snagging Alex's shirt and tugging at it like a little kid leading him through the hallway. They managed to move through, generally undetected as they reached the Gourmet cooking room/Home Ec center. He placed a hand on the door a key conjuring inside the lock, concealed from vision. With a push the door opened and they walked in.

Flipping the lights on Matt ran to work and began mixing up butter-garlic white alfredo sauce and he began to boil water with olive oil for the noodles. "Uhm...well...bringing him back will be easy. The problem is finding out where his soul went....and I keep hearing this voice that's telling me to go to the Jordan River... like, in the middle east or whatev's." He said as he continued to work quickly and made the perfect measurements by just eyeballing it. He took out a trey of shrimp from the fridge and threw it in a skillet, buttering it up and letting it simmer. Throwing it all together and then putting mozzarella cheese on top and letting it bake for ten minutes, they'd have time to talk before the meal was ready. "So...yeah. I'm going to the middle east. I'm drinking Mt.Dew. What are you drinking? Oh wait that's right. You're crazy about that Doctor-Pepper stuff. The sizzle it has or whatever. That's cool...I'm just more of a sweet kind of guy. Wait... I mean I like sweet things... not that I'm sweet. Aaaanyway. Here you go." He said after pouring Alex the Doctor Pepper and pouring his own drink. "So what's your thoughts?" Matt asked, genuinely oblivious to his current powers it would seem,

How the hell did Matthew know that he wasn't fond of Taco bell? He hadn't said it out loud, so there shouldn't be anyway that he knew of that...unless there was mind reading involved, and Matthew did not initially have such a power. That was of course before his change, so maybe Alexander was just not considering the possibilities. The male would then ask what he liked to eat, yet before Alexander could reallt answer he had already said it, which meant that it was likely some manner of mind reading. So....what else was it that Matthew had managed to pull from his mind? The thought alone was enough to drive him a little worried, and yet he would subdue that small amount fo worry, keeping his face for the most part blank. ”Y..yeah pasta sounds good.” he was not a person to really turn down pasta anyway, so he would mostly just have to follow after Matthew, and try to keep his thoughts under control.

He would slip into his shoes, and follow after Matthew to the school, where they were supposed to be slipping into. They would move in through gym, which seemed to be open 24/7, Alexander looked around while slowly following looking around the gym. The chattery divine dragon/boy/thing would latch onto his shirt and pull Alexander onwards until they reached the home ec building, which Matt would break into with a key that he conjured with ease. It was then that he would begin to work on the pasta that he was making for Alexanser, while speaking about going to the river Jordan. ”We're going to the middle east....to resurrect Shael?” Alexander asked, leaning against a counter and considering the male as he worked on the dish.

A glass of Dr..Pepper was poured, and Alexander took it, looking at the bubbly caramel colored drink and downing it. ”My thoughts? Well you seem to be in the know of those recently, but I guess i'm slightly skeptical about bringing a person back to life. If you think you can do it however, I guess there’s no harm in trying.” He said with a shrug, sipping on the Dr.Pepper.

"THAT, is why I love ya brotha." Matt smiled widely when Alex said it was worth a shot. HE pulled the dish from the oven with the cheese melted over it. Though the male said something rather interesting. About the thoughts. That was an interesting idea. Matt hummed it over as he got plates and portioned it out. "I guess...maybe? All I know is I'm hearing a lot of voices. Then I heard yours. Then I got freaked out randomly waking up in your bed...in my boxers. Your voice went away but something about hormones blah blah blah.... All I know is I have enough of my own, I don't WANT to know about everyone else... Here's the shrimp Scampi." He said as he began to shovel his own plate into his mouth, leaving Alex to his. "But on another note...you should seriously do something about that. Find a girl or something, Lisa and Amy like you well enough." He said, he then looked to the clock and then his phone, looking under his "world clock" to see what time it would be in the middle east... Jordan more specifically.

   "So... when would you be game to make this trip to Jordan?" He asked. Suddenly his phone chirped out with a bird whistle, alerting him of a text message. It was from an anonymous number. The message was quite simple....


Before he did that however he waited for Alex's response, listening with interest before placing the phone on the table, the unknown number's message set there, the phone turned for Alex to read.

Matthew portioned out the pasta dish, sliding a plate towards him as Alexander considered it for a brief second and tried it out. While he had no intentions of shoveling the food into his mouth like Matthew, he did plan to eat nonetheless. His friend however was back to babbling, saying something about hormones which made things....awkward once again but he tried not to say anything really, just eating his food and leaning against the counter still. Not really saying anything, just listening and nodding when it seemed like he needed to, and slowly working on eating the pasta....which was pretty damn good actually. Okay, one part did garner a reaction, which was Matt saying something about finding a girl, Alexander pausing for a moment and seemingly chocking on his food. Of course that was not the case, as he could not deal with choking on his food right now, so it only took a little coughing to rectify that. ”hehe....i'll keep that in...mind.” No he wouldn't. It seemed there was something Alex had neglected to mention....he always seemed to however.

"But I um.....well you see...i'm gay." Okay he said it, now he had to see what would happen. The sound of a bird whistling alerted him to Matthews phone. He would consider the next question for a few moments, and then answer. ”Game to make the trip to Jordan? I guess I...would be game whenever really. Would could go right now, if you want I guess.” Alexander said with a shrug as the phone was then slid to him, male looking down to check the message and seeing that....someone wanted the phone given to him? This was strange, but then again his life was just a cavalcade of strange lately. ”Ummmm....who's this?” Alex asked lowly, a little skeptical, crossing arms over his chest.

"I have no idea who that is...dude...you're..."Matts face went serious, as if he were shocked. Which he sort of was. He slightly regretted saying he loved Alex a second ago, if not because he didn't mean it. Well he did, but he meant more platonically than anything else. Right? Yes that's right. Regardless he just stared and blinked. "You're gay?" he asked as he dropped the fork. He sat back and ran his hands through his hair as if he were angry. Then he looked to Alex and shook his head. "I cannot begin to tell you how much that really doesn't matter. I-I just...wow... the entire world didn't change. I'm amazed." He said, a smile starting to crack through his serious façade. He shook his head and picked up his fork. "Not that you're not like...important or anything. Look, I'm sorry for saying Girl then.... the point remains the same though. Find yourself a guy... I'd recommend Tony but... I don't recommend used goods." He added the last part in with a laugh. He continued to eat from his plate when the phone buzzed again. This time Alex would be the one receiving it, the phone buzzed and buzzed, until it was answered.

Alex, I need you to put your feelings aside. You are going with The Old God. I know it is annoying to receive a command from one you do not know. But I know you will want to go with him. I will compensate you for this service, of course. Tomorrow at Noon, stand before him and close your eyes. Pray to Yamm, or pray to God that you would reach the Jordan River safely. The rest is arranged. I will see you both tomorrow evening. Was all the message read. As Alex finished reading each word, they vanished, and when he was finished the text was gone entirely. It was a blank text. Matt had taken to his normal trickery as a few linguini noodle of shrimp scampi slapped Alex right in the face and stuck there. Matt chuckled and was smiling with his mouth forced shut as he contained the laughter. He swallowed his large portion and wiped his mouth, residual laughter bleeding through as he spoke. "Hey, you said it yourself. You're gay bro. Just figured you'd get some practice here with white-sauce on your face with slippery noodles......" He said as he suddenly froze up and blinked. "Thaaaat...probably came across not how I intended it." He laughed as he held out a napkin for Alex.

Alexander wasn't really expecting the reaction that Matt had given, but it was.....interesting. It was perhaps the most interesting of reactions, so he couldn't help but chuckle at what he male had said. He hadn't expected anything to change, he had only really wanted to have him know, since it seemed like something that would come up eventually. ”Yeah....” He muttered with a weak chuckle, still resting against the counter and considering the cellphone that was standing still on the counter. A message would appear there, each letter disappearing as he read it, mind snatching up the words and remembering them completely. In the end it was an empty. So he was supposed to be praying to someone tomorrow at noon, which sounded like something he could do. He did not however expect what was going to happen next.


Pasta had hit him dead on in the face, Alexander's eyes narrowing and his lips forming a neutral line. He drew his hand along his cheek, feeling the sauce and noodle sticking to his face, followed by what one would call a juvenile joke. ”No, it came across perfectly. You want your creamy sauce and noodle all over my face. I understand completely.” Alexander noted taking the napkin and wiping away the sauce, noddle coming off along with it. A smirk had taken the place of the unamused line, as he returned to eating his pasta.