Three Amigos
1 September 2006 22:12![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Not really sure where this one is going. I love the names and the ideas.
There were three of them. Mills, Simms and Tooms. The fates had children. Each women had an affair with a mortal and gave birth to a son. The children were abandoned in separate homes in the same neighborhood in Los Angeles.
They found each other growing up. They went to the same school and gravitated to each other. They became good friends. There was a good dynamic with them. Mills and Tooms were both quiet. Mills was a thoughtful measured silence while Tooms was merely gloomy. Simms talked enough for both of them. A stream of constant jabber that came as easy to him as breathing. Whatever trouble they got themselves into, it was Simms that could talk to the adults and get their punishment reduced if not entirely abolished.
Mills was good at building. He tinkered with the lawnmower motor. He took apart his watch when he was ten and put it back together when he was eleven. Mills had patience. Mills used his fingers to take the world apart and measure it before putting it back together again. He needed to understand. He was a simple person and happy in his way. He kind of slid off of people’s radar but he spread a sort of good will with his presence.
Simms wasn’t exactly devious but he realized early on that reality was as malleable as the perception of the people who lived in it. You couldn’t get blood from a stone, for instance, but if you could make people believe that it was possible and then show them something close, people had no problem believing it. He was adept as a child at being a favourite while doing exactly what he wanted to do. He avoided consequences. He was a talented stage magician at the age of nine. Boy, that kid could talk.
Tooms was dark. He was a good kid left with a bad family. He found out that trust was worthless early on. He was lied to and abused from the beginning. He bonded quite strongly to people who showed him friendliness but like a beaten dog, he was wary. He kept to himself with an aura of haughty indifference. The truth was he was afraid, always afraid. He had no trouble with violence. He had no trouble with threats. He had a darkness crawling around inside of him that kept him safe and warm. He could go to places the other two could not.
It was during puberty that it all went crazy as their personalities deepened and intensified. Their powers manifested.
The Sons of Fate. Together they would eventually become known as Cerberus.
Mills built the machines with his mind. Simms cast the illusions and gained control of the networks. Tooms increased the tension of the world.
They were sending a message to their mother. Why did you leave us?
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There were three of them. Mills, Simms and Tooms. The fates had children. Each women had an affair with a mortal and gave birth to a son. The children were abandoned in separate homes in the same neighborhood in Los Angeles.
They found each other growing up. They went to the same school and gravitated to each other. They became good friends. There was a good dynamic with them. Mills and Tooms were both quiet. Mills was a thoughtful measured silence while Tooms was merely gloomy. Simms talked enough for both of them. A stream of constant jabber that came as easy to him as breathing. Whatever trouble they got themselves into, it was Simms that could talk to the adults and get their punishment reduced if not entirely abolished.
Mills was good at building. He tinkered with the lawnmower motor. He took apart his watch when he was ten and put it back together when he was eleven. Mills had patience. Mills used his fingers to take the world apart and measure it before putting it back together again. He needed to understand. He was a simple person and happy in his way. He kind of slid off of people’s radar but he spread a sort of good will with his presence.
Simms wasn’t exactly devious but he realized early on that reality was as malleable as the perception of the people who lived in it. You couldn’t get blood from a stone, for instance, but if you could make people believe that it was possible and then show them something close, people had no problem believing it. He was adept as a child at being a favourite while doing exactly what he wanted to do. He avoided consequences. He was a talented stage magician at the age of nine. Boy, that kid could talk.
Tooms was dark. He was a good kid left with a bad family. He found out that trust was worthless early on. He was lied to and abused from the beginning. He bonded quite strongly to people who showed him friendliness but like a beaten dog, he was wary. He kept to himself with an aura of haughty indifference. The truth was he was afraid, always afraid. He had no trouble with violence. He had no trouble with threats. He had a darkness crawling around inside of him that kept him safe and warm. He could go to places the other two could not.
It was during puberty that it all went crazy as their personalities deepened and intensified. Their powers manifested.
The Sons of Fate. Together they would eventually become known as Cerberus.
Mills built the machines with his mind. Simms cast the illusions and gained control of the networks. Tooms increased the tension of the world.
They were sending a message to their mother. Why did you leave us?
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