Post by Omniscia on Aug 1, 2009 10:14:37 GMT -7
As some of you may have noticed while Gloria's Backstory was updating, the Myindo are actually based on an idea I had. However, AG didn't have room to include more than a brief mention of them in her comic. So I wanted to write a little story, seeing how I know them well. Bear in mind, this isn't canon unless AG says so. However, it is the kind of thing that is likely to happen with a Myindo.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Myindo
It was pouring like crazy in Sinonam. It had only been for a few hours, but it already seemed the streets were starting to flood. A man looked out the window from his desk, then checked the clock. I hope the rain doesn't slow me down too much, he thought. It's Thursday, pasta night. I hope Gina makes her spaghetti. He licked his lips and turned back to his computer. Just ten more minutes. Then I can head home.
Those ten minutes seemed to crawl. As soon as the top of the hour came, he quickly finished what he was doing and got up, grabbing his coat on the way out. He headed out the door and to his car, remotely unlocking it before he was close enough to the door to get in. He put in his key, started the ignition, then glanced at the gauges. I should get some gas on the way.
He wasn't likely to beat rush hour, so instead he took a smaller street that wasn't used as often to avoid the heavier traffic. There weren't a lot of cars, but he still drove slowly because the rain made the roads slippery. He had the wipers going almost as fast as they could go just so he could see.
And this time, he saw something he wouldn't normally. Walking at the side of the road, going the same direction as him, there was a woman wearing a hooded sweatshirt. She had no umbrella and her clothes looked completely soaked. The man paused. She's gotta be cold. Doesn't she have a car? Thinking for a bit, he pulled over and lowered the passenger-side window. "Need a ride?" he asked her.
"No, I don't. Thank you," was her reply.
"Okay, do you want a ride?"
She didn't say anything.
"I'm just going a few blocks south, then I'm gonna head west. I can drop you off part-way."
She seemed to slow down a bit, and glanced at him, uncertain, but didn't give a reply.
"I just thought you'd like to get out of the rain. Plus, this car has heating."
She paused, seemingly slightly reluctant. "Five blocks south?"
"Sure, I can stop there."
She thought, then decided to take the offer. He opened the door and rolled up the window as she reached to open the door. She climbed in, buckled up, and promptly held her hands up to the air vents, beginning to dry them.
He continued driving. The girl stayed quiet. Feeling a little bit awkward, he decided to try to strike up a conversation. "Oh, I'm going to have to stop and get gas along the way. I hope you don't mind, miss... I'm sorry, what's your name? I didn't catch it."
"...Patty."
"Nice to meet you, Patty. I'm Ralph Williams, and today I'm the head of Ralph's Taxi Service!" said Ralph with a laugh.
Patty didn't seem to be amused.
"...Oh, I'm not gonna charge you or anything. I'm just saying that because I don't normally drive people around town."
Patty made no comment.
"...You're really quiet, aren't you?"
"I don't talk much with strangers."
"Well I don't want to be a stranger. I'm just... oh, come on. Already?"
The reason he said this was because the car was slowing down. He pulled over to the side of the road and stopped it, turning the key in the ignition.
"Is something wrong?" Patty asked, looking over at Ralph.
"When I said I needed gas, I meant it." He flicked the fuel gauge. "I thought I had more than enough to get to the station, but I guess the needle is off. I haven't been carrying a spare gallon, and the station is still a couple blocks away." Ralph huffed, turning the key some more. "Dinner's going to be cold..."
Patty paused, thinking. "I know a shortcut."
Ralph looked at Patty, noticing she had dark, brown eyes. "Really? Will you show me?"
Patty nodded, and Ralph thought he caught a glimpse of blonde hair beneath her hood. "We'll have to go on foot, but it's partly out of the rain, and it's faster than turning on 17th."
Ralph, thought for a second. "Well, let's go."
They both exited the car at the same time. "This way," Patty said as Ralph locked the car. They crossed the street, then went between two buildings. For the first half-block the alley looked nice and neat. But once they crossed another street and entered the next block it started looking more like the dark alleys one expects to see in a movie. Ralph started to wish he'd thought this over more carefully. I get a bad feeling about this place. Does she wander alleys like this a lot? Is she a homeless gangster? Oh boy. I was thinking too much about dinner.
He was caught up in his thoughts when he tripped over something and fell behind. He turned around and looked to see a man. "I'm sorry, sir. I wasn't-"
"Shut up," the man said, pulling out a gun. "You waked me and I'm grumpy. Give me you money and I might forgive you kicked me."
Ralph started to raise his hands up. "I-I'm sorry, I just-"
"Shut up. If you don't give me you money, I give you a bullet."
Oh boy, don't shoot! Ralph thought, starting to slowly reach for his wallet. How am I going to pay for gas?
"Leave him alone."
Ralph was surprised to hear Patty speak up like that. The street-guy, however, seemed amused. "Oh no! A girl! Scary!"
"I mean it," she began to step in front of Ralph but stopped beside him when the man changed his aim to her. "Leave him alone." She was a bit scared, but it was hard to tell by her voice.
"Or what? You cook me like dinner?"
Patty paused. "I just might do that." She calmly loweed the hood from her sweatshirt. To Ralph's surprise, her hair wasn't just blonde, it was yellow. A shockingly bright color of yellow.
She was a Myindo.
The man's grip on the gun suddenly became more shaky. "L-look. I was just upset! Don't hurt me!"
"Put the gun down." Patty's voice was turning toward a commanding tone.
"Stay away! I'll shoot!"
"I mean it. Put the gun down and leave us alone." She lifted one hand. Electricity began to crackle between her spread fingers.
The man didn't say anything. He just stood there, eyes wide, hands shaking. He didn't want to lower the gun, in fact, he began to pull on the trigger.
Noticing this, Patty let loose a small bolt of lightning. There was a local 'boom!' as the heat from the shock caused the air around it to suddenly expand, and a 'bang' as the gun went off. However, the bullet bounced off of a wall and harmlessly onto the ground as the man fell to the same level.
The man wasn't dead, but he was hurt. Patty lowered her hand and turned to look at Ralph, who was backing away, cowering in fear.
"Typical. I expected as much." Patty spoke as if she wasn't surprised at all. "You see a Myindo and you start to distance yourself." She looked up, not at anything in particular. "Simply because of our powers. We can't help that we are born this way, or that we look like we do. Many of us hurt ourselves before we learn how to keep our powers under control. But many of us wouldn't hurt the smallest insect. At least, not intentionally.
"We each inherit the abilities of a specific Wari. However, if the Wari one is similar to has... less than ideal traits, we'll often inherit those as well. And the same things that would affect a Human affect us, but the same is true for what affects a Wari. We have twice the risk of illness, but its difficult to get the medicines for treatment or the knowledge to make them if we can't make trade relations.
"Because we look the way we do, it's difficult to blend in and get close. Some of us can hide it simply by using gloves, or a hood. Others aren't so lucky and have wings, a tail... or even blue skin. When we do so much as come near a Human, or one of their cities, and they either chase us off, run away, or attack. Even now I may have saved your life, or at least your wallet, and your reaction is nothing but fear of me.
"And those monsters that call themselves MegaMy... they hunt us down. They search for us, capture us, then they do things to drain our powers - our life force from us and use it for themselves. We have no one to turn to if we need help. We're often on the run, and we've been persecuted for as long as our history remembers."
Patty turned to Ralph. Her eyes seemed to be giving a silent plea, possibly even beginning to tear up. "All we want is to be accepted. Is that a bad thing?"
Sirens began to be heard, coming closer to that spot. Someone called the emergency number. Now the police and paramedics were coming.
"Don't bother telling them my name is 'Patty.' It's not my real name." She turned around, pulling up her hood. "Thank you for the ride... Ralph Williams."
Quickly, swiftly, she climbed up the ladder of the building next to her. Before long she was on the roof. She looked down at Ralph briefly, then turned and disappeared.
Ralph couldn't believe what just happened. He'd just had a close encounter with a Myindo and lived through it. Even as the paramedics came, asking if he was okay and checking the shocked man, he could do nothing but stare off in stunned silence.
It was pouring like crazy in Sinonam. It had only been for a few hours, but it already seemed the streets were starting to flood. A man looked out the window from his desk, then checked the clock. I hope the rain doesn't slow me down too much, he thought. It's Thursday, pasta night. I hope Gina makes her spaghetti. He licked his lips and turned back to his computer. Just ten more minutes. Then I can head home.
Those ten minutes seemed to crawl. As soon as the top of the hour came, he quickly finished what he was doing and got up, grabbing his coat on the way out. He headed out the door and to his car, remotely unlocking it before he was close enough to the door to get in. He put in his key, started the ignition, then glanced at the gauges. I should get some gas on the way.
He wasn't likely to beat rush hour, so instead he took a smaller street that wasn't used as often to avoid the heavier traffic. There weren't a lot of cars, but he still drove slowly because the rain made the roads slippery. He had the wipers going almost as fast as they could go just so he could see.
And this time, he saw something he wouldn't normally. Walking at the side of the road, going the same direction as him, there was a woman wearing a hooded sweatshirt. She had no umbrella and her clothes looked completely soaked. The man paused. She's gotta be cold. Doesn't she have a car? Thinking for a bit, he pulled over and lowered the passenger-side window. "Need a ride?" he asked her.
"No, I don't. Thank you," was her reply.
"Okay, do you want a ride?"
She didn't say anything.
"I'm just going a few blocks south, then I'm gonna head west. I can drop you off part-way."
She seemed to slow down a bit, and glanced at him, uncertain, but didn't give a reply.
"I just thought you'd like to get out of the rain. Plus, this car has heating."
She paused, seemingly slightly reluctant. "Five blocks south?"
"Sure, I can stop there."
She thought, then decided to take the offer. He opened the door and rolled up the window as she reached to open the door. She climbed in, buckled up, and promptly held her hands up to the air vents, beginning to dry them.
He continued driving. The girl stayed quiet. Feeling a little bit awkward, he decided to try to strike up a conversation. "Oh, I'm going to have to stop and get gas along the way. I hope you don't mind, miss... I'm sorry, what's your name? I didn't catch it."
"...Patty."
"Nice to meet you, Patty. I'm Ralph Williams, and today I'm the head of Ralph's Taxi Service!" said Ralph with a laugh.
Patty didn't seem to be amused.
"...Oh, I'm not gonna charge you or anything. I'm just saying that because I don't normally drive people around town."
Patty made no comment.
"...You're really quiet, aren't you?"
"I don't talk much with strangers."
"Well I don't want to be a stranger. I'm just... oh, come on. Already?"
The reason he said this was because the car was slowing down. He pulled over to the side of the road and stopped it, turning the key in the ignition.
"Is something wrong?" Patty asked, looking over at Ralph.
"When I said I needed gas, I meant it." He flicked the fuel gauge. "I thought I had more than enough to get to the station, but I guess the needle is off. I haven't been carrying a spare gallon, and the station is still a couple blocks away." Ralph huffed, turning the key some more. "Dinner's going to be cold..."
Patty paused, thinking. "I know a shortcut."
Ralph looked at Patty, noticing she had dark, brown eyes. "Really? Will you show me?"
Patty nodded, and Ralph thought he caught a glimpse of blonde hair beneath her hood. "We'll have to go on foot, but it's partly out of the rain, and it's faster than turning on 17th."
Ralph, thought for a second. "Well, let's go."
They both exited the car at the same time. "This way," Patty said as Ralph locked the car. They crossed the street, then went between two buildings. For the first half-block the alley looked nice and neat. But once they crossed another street and entered the next block it started looking more like the dark alleys one expects to see in a movie. Ralph started to wish he'd thought this over more carefully. I get a bad feeling about this place. Does she wander alleys like this a lot? Is she a homeless gangster? Oh boy. I was thinking too much about dinner.
He was caught up in his thoughts when he tripped over something and fell behind. He turned around and looked to see a man. "I'm sorry, sir. I wasn't-"
"Shut up," the man said, pulling out a gun. "You waked me and I'm grumpy. Give me you money and I might forgive you kicked me."
Ralph started to raise his hands up. "I-I'm sorry, I just-"
"Shut up. If you don't give me you money, I give you a bullet."
Oh boy, don't shoot! Ralph thought, starting to slowly reach for his wallet. How am I going to pay for gas?
"Leave him alone."
Ralph was surprised to hear Patty speak up like that. The street-guy, however, seemed amused. "Oh no! A girl! Scary!"
"I mean it," she began to step in front of Ralph but stopped beside him when the man changed his aim to her. "Leave him alone." She was a bit scared, but it was hard to tell by her voice.
"Or what? You cook me like dinner?"
Patty paused. "I just might do that." She calmly loweed the hood from her sweatshirt. To Ralph's surprise, her hair wasn't just blonde, it was yellow. A shockingly bright color of yellow.
She was a Myindo.
The man's grip on the gun suddenly became more shaky. "L-look. I was just upset! Don't hurt me!"
"Put the gun down." Patty's voice was turning toward a commanding tone.
"Stay away! I'll shoot!"
"I mean it. Put the gun down and leave us alone." She lifted one hand. Electricity began to crackle between her spread fingers.
The man didn't say anything. He just stood there, eyes wide, hands shaking. He didn't want to lower the gun, in fact, he began to pull on the trigger.
Noticing this, Patty let loose a small bolt of lightning. There was a local 'boom!' as the heat from the shock caused the air around it to suddenly expand, and a 'bang' as the gun went off. However, the bullet bounced off of a wall and harmlessly onto the ground as the man fell to the same level.
The man wasn't dead, but he was hurt. Patty lowered her hand and turned to look at Ralph, who was backing away, cowering in fear.
"Typical. I expected as much." Patty spoke as if she wasn't surprised at all. "You see a Myindo and you start to distance yourself." She looked up, not at anything in particular. "Simply because of our powers. We can't help that we are born this way, or that we look like we do. Many of us hurt ourselves before we learn how to keep our powers under control. But many of us wouldn't hurt the smallest insect. At least, not intentionally.
"We each inherit the abilities of a specific Wari. However, if the Wari one is similar to has... less than ideal traits, we'll often inherit those as well. And the same things that would affect a Human affect us, but the same is true for what affects a Wari. We have twice the risk of illness, but its difficult to get the medicines for treatment or the knowledge to make them if we can't make trade relations.
"Because we look the way we do, it's difficult to blend in and get close. Some of us can hide it simply by using gloves, or a hood. Others aren't so lucky and have wings, a tail... or even blue skin. When we do so much as come near a Human, or one of their cities, and they either chase us off, run away, or attack. Even now I may have saved your life, or at least your wallet, and your reaction is nothing but fear of me.
"And those monsters that call themselves MegaMy... they hunt us down. They search for us, capture us, then they do things to drain our powers - our life force from us and use it for themselves. We have no one to turn to if we need help. We're often on the run, and we've been persecuted for as long as our history remembers."
Patty turned to Ralph. Her eyes seemed to be giving a silent plea, possibly even beginning to tear up. "All we want is to be accepted. Is that a bad thing?"
Sirens began to be heard, coming closer to that spot. Someone called the emergency number. Now the police and paramedics were coming.
"Don't bother telling them my name is 'Patty.' It's not my real name." She turned around, pulling up her hood. "Thank you for the ride... Ralph Williams."
Quickly, swiftly, she climbed up the ladder of the building next to her. Before long she was on the roof. She looked down at Ralph briefly, then turned and disappeared.
Ralph couldn't believe what just happened. He'd just had a close encounter with a Myindo and lived through it. Even as the paramedics came, asking if he was okay and checking the shocked man, he could do nothing but stare off in stunned silence.
Anyway, I still love this story, Omni. It's like... everything I wanted to include about Myindo in Gloria's Backstory but lacked the room to.
Glad I got to fill in one of your big blanks.