Colt Davin
Location: Pinefall High Main Building - Campus Grounds
Phase: Morning Phase
Date: 09.09.1994 (FRI)
Weather: Rain
“Uh,” Colt put up both hands like some sort of barrier. A protective field to keep the half-eaten Snickers away. “No thanks, I’m good.”
The peace offering seemed genuine, even if it was honestly more offensive than what had bothered Colt in the first place. So with a sigh, Colt relented.
“My bad. I don’t do well when I think people are picking a fight. So, sorry.”
Colt was about to offer the rotund man some advice on being more careful with what he said when Jake interjected. Seeing the topic mostly worth leaving be, he let it die and let Barney explain himself.
At some point Gradient took hold of his hand again, and he gave her a glance. The high-strung paranoia of Barney was clearly influencing her. The boy flashed her a smile and gave the hand a squeeze.
At the same time Barney began to describe the ‘Indrid Cold’ he inquired about. He listed names that Colt didn’t recognize, incidents, trying to increase the credibility of his assertions. Most likely, working in tabloids, it was a preemptive defense mechanism he had developed. The man probably couldn’t open his mouth without getting a skeptical comment or two, or three. Or fifteen.
A wide grin, dressed in a suit, a strange way of talking, moves in a dancing, janky, unnatural way…
".dnarb taht ,wonk uoY .setteragic fo dnarb taht kcab gnignirb s'eh ekil skool tuB"
He grinned like a wide crescent moon and raised his glass of cerulean spirit.
A phantom-like man, those who meet him can’t remember if it was real or a dream.
With a wide smile, the dwarf took few steps forward and his arms moved, suddenly accelerating him into a janky dance to the tune of the song. His movements were off, choppy, almost like an animated cartoon from the 1920's, and while his legs bent backwards, his arms did so forwards. Flashing light, like that of a camera in some dark corner, pierced the redness and made it hard to look straight at the man. Even while the Songbird walked
Memories began to bubble up to the surface of Colt’s mind.
He wasn’t tall. No, he was like a dwarf. Nor did he smell. But… in many ways, the description lined up. Terrifyingly so.
But the Man-In-Between never asked him about a Girl in Blue.
Still…
“Do those people who’ve met him mention a chevron lounge?”