We're Leaving ?! [ Ra ]

[Isis Richmond]

Isis got into his car in front of a young woman's house. What he'd just done with her was quite obvious if you knew him, but otherwise he looked as though they might have just been eating dinner together. His hair was perfectly mussed up as he'd decided to wear it that day. and his clothes set on his body perfectly, the jeans hanging perfectly from his hips and the loose shirt and jacket over it looked as though he'd just put them on (For the first time in the day, that is, as he had indeed just put them on). Smiling, he closed the visor mirror and started the car. Ra had been busy doing something when he'd left, so hadn't noticed. Horus was supposed to be calling at some point that day, as well, so Isis could only hope that his luck held up and he could get back in the house while the two were talking. Maybe he could get in without being reprimanded by his own brother about sleeping around, as happened every time he was caught coming back into the house from an unknown location. He'd heard the lecture countless times and was in too good a mood to hear it again today.

The young male blonde drove in his car smoothly down the road and, despite the need to get home before Ra noticed, stopped at a store that he knew was having a sale. He went in and looked around the guys' section first, picking out some new outfits, before walking to the girls' section. Isis sighed. Girl clothes were entirely more difficult to decide on than guys'. He picked out a few skirts, some tops, a jacket or two, and some jewelry before going to the check out and paying. "Damn. Girlfriend's birthday or you just whipped?" Isis laughed and shook his head before picking up his bags and heading out to the car. He slid into the driver's seat and set his bags in the passenger seat. After turning on the car and turning up the volume on his music, he drove slowly out of the parking lot.

The time on the clock in his car let him know that by now, Ra had probably discovered him gone. That is, unless, Horus was still jabbering on the phone with him. Horus had a tendency to talk a lot sometimes. Phone calls with that boy could last anywhere from five minutes to an hour. Despite this and all his family's quirks, he loved them all and would do anything for them. It wasn't quite fair to make fun of any of them, because Isis himself probably had the most quirks out of anyone in his family. Hell, he could be a boy or a girl, transform into anyone he wanted at any time, and used his power primarily for getting sex. That had to say something about him, much more than Horus's talking a lot did about him.

Isis pulled gently into the driveway and slowed the car to a stop. He picked up his bags and stepped out of the car. Ra wasn't sitting enraged on the front steps, so that was a good sign. As he opened the front door, Ra wasn't waiting there for him either, so maybe he hadn't even noticed the absence yet. "ISIIIIIIS!" Isis heard his brother scream from an upper floor, probably from his bedroom. So Ra had just found that Isis's room was empty. Shit, he thought, and contemplated leaving to let his brother cool down first. Deciding that this would only make him more angry, he walked up the stairs with arms full of shopping bags. He found Ra gripping a phone tightly in one hand while the other was balled into a fist, red-faced and furious.

Chuckling nervously, Isis spoke. "Heh, heh. Heeeey, Ra. How you doing?" He bit his lip and walked into the room, throwing his bags onto the bed.

[Ra Richmond]

For the record, Ra did not get angry.

He was a calm man, with a level head on his shoulders. He was a smart man. Educated, yet humble. Sophisticated, even. He had his moments of course, but everyone did when they had powers like his. Sometimes accidents happen. Doors coming off their hinges, glasses breaking, going through a wall- it had happened to him before, and he dealt with it accordingly. Even as a teen he was still calculating and analytical. Cold. That was the word for it. Even around his siblings, he was calm and collected. He never treated them badly or turned them out. His siblings looked up to him, respected him. The least he could do was return it.

...But Isis was always different.

It was sheer luck that his brother, loaded with bags, ascended the stairs moments after he yelled his name through the house, likely scaring the life out of the hired help, judging by the clatter he heard downstairs from the kitchen. He glared as his brother wordlessly as he walked by, arms laden with bags of clothes he looked upon with interest. Perhaps Isis had only gone out to do a little shopping. That was certainly nothing to fuss about- after all, Anubis often did the same thing. (Granted, sometimes he stole more than he bought, but nonetheless.) Ra had bought himself some new clothes recently as well, not that you could tell. He still looked like he had stepped out of a law firm, and June was fast approaching. Warm weather didn’t seem to bother him, judging by the tie around his neck.

But when Isis did his little nervous laugh, Ra closed his eyes and sighed, because that meant his brother had been doing something much more problematic than shopping. He had spent so much time alongside his younger sibling that he wondered why he even bothered to hide the obvious fooling around anymore. He always saw through the act- it was like Isis was trying to get a rise out of him.

He wondered who the unfortunate scum was this time- no doubt some poor soul who had no idea who (or what) Isis really was. “Where were you?” Ra growled, not bothering to exchange pleasantries. “Better yet, who was it?” He remembered a girl named Anna vaguely, she was she one who glared at him before she stormed out because she ‘overheard’ (read: he spoke very loudly) about Isis’s other exploits and his obvious dislike for his new conquest. Ra stood his ground on that though- she did look like she was coked up and he would have none of that in his house. “I called Horus. He says hello, and he misses you. He wanted to talk to you.” That was a bit of a lie, but Horus probably would have loved to talk to Isis. They chatted like girls sometimes. Ra was trying to guilt trip him now.

He sauntered over to look inside the bags, noting what he had bought- clothes for both genders. Some of them looked decent enough, at least. If he didn’t like them, he’d tell Isis. That was what was expected of him, after all.

[Isis Richmond]

Okay, so Ra looked furious. But that couldn't mean anything, could it? No matter what, Isis had done what he did and his brother's anger couldn't take it back, and he didn't really want it to be taken back. Karissa had been fun, and Isis didn't doubt he'd be back for more sometime soon. As per usual, Ra walked over to the bed and peered into the bags. He seemed to be content with what he saw, and Isis was glad that the check out lady had put his more revealing clothes at the bottom of the bags, as he'd forgotten to rearrange them like he normally did. He looked around the room quietly as Ra stared him down, waiting for an answer to his questions. "Where where you?" He seemed to reconsider. "Better yet, who was it?" Isis pursed his lips and looked at Ra, contemplating how to answer. Though there was no point in lying, as Ra always knew, he was slightly tempted to try it to save the lecture.

Ra and Isis had always had an... interesting, relationship. They'd been extremely close since the moment Isis was born and continued to be close to this day, but Ra tended to hover. If Isis brought someone home, with the obvious intention of being in bed with them within the next ten minutes, Ra would be there to try to ruin it and send the guy or girl running home. Very rarely the person stayed even after all of his attempts. Isis loved his brother, Ra, very much, and could understand why he tried to keep Isis from sleeping with random people, but more so Isis wished he wouldn't. If it weren't for the obvious fact that both of them knew it would never happen, Isis would threaten that this would drive them apart. But nothing could separate these brothers, especially not after all they'd been through and done together.

Isis shrugged and looked down, feeling slightly guilty about what he'd done, but certainly not enough to say he wished he hadn't. "I guess there's no point in lying to you, is there?" He sighed. He wished Karissa had a different name. She was quite a nice girl and, besides being slightly easy for Isis to convince, a very sweet person. This didn't count for anything, though, because her name automatically would make Ra think she was a slut. Though that might have nothing to do with the name, as Ra thought anyone Isis slept with was a slut. Still, the name would just intensify and confirm that feeling for Ra. "Her name is Karissa. Sweet girl, very attractive. Young. Kind. Brunette. On the short side, but nice body. And quite talented, if you know what I mean." Isis only added the extra details, especially the last sentence, because he knew it would annoy Ra. It was even a bit of a mistruth. Yes, Isis had had a good time, but Karissa seemed a beginner, while he was used to people with much more experience.

Hoping to not hear the lecture, he walked over to his closet and looked through his clothes without really seeing them. He needed a shower and a change of clothes, but he wasn't so sure Ra was going to let him take care of that at the moment.

ooc: Sorry it took so long to reply. Been busy with birthday stuff and all.

[Ra Richmond]

Saying Ra and Isis’s relationship was interesting was an understatement, and a big one at that. They had one of the most frustrating and complicated relationships on the planet. Psychologists would all buy pay money to watch them interact. They were so close that they could all but tell what the other was thinking, but they bickered and fought like children at the worst of times and acted like a married couple only moments later. The complicated system of behaviors and habits they had in place would take years for outsiders to decipher. Even their own family could scarcely understand their arguments. If it wasn’t for their other abilities and age difference, they could all but pass for gestalt twins.

And Isis was right- Ra thought anyone that he slept with was a slut by proxy. Isis wasn’t, of course. He was Ra’s brother, and Ra would never call his brother such a derogatory name. No, Isis was merely troubled, that was all. He had a few issues upstairs, and Ra could only hope and plead that it all would straighten itself out soon. “Karissa?” He wrinkled his nose as he said it, as if the very saying of it made his mouth dirty. “Good God, it sounds like a name for a stripper.” He attempted to block out the last sentence, but he couldn’t help it, he made a coughing noise that sounded like he was holding down bile. “If not a prostitute. If you gets AIDS from her I will be very upset.” What an understatement! If Isis got any sexually transmitted diseases Ra would be all but beside himself with worry and frustration. He had a duty to take care of his siblings, how could he say he was doing well if his favorite, closest sibling out of all of them came down with a fatal disease?

Ra tentatively sat on Isis’s bed and sighed, rubbing his forehead with his hand as he attempted to think. “This really has to stop, Isis.” He sounded like a broken record. This had happened so many times before that he was already over the obvious déjà vu. “What if you catch something?” Or worse, what if he already had and was spreading it? Disgusting. Ra made a note to take him to the doctor, and soon.

Standing, he came up behind his brother and watched him go through his clothes with interest. He left Isis’s side for a moment and pulled a pair of skinny jeans from the hanger in the closet, handing them over with care. “These would look nice with that new tank top. The purple one.” He gestured to the bag, trying to make amends for yelling at him, although he stood firm on the debate. “And you really should talk to Horus.”

[Isis Richmond]

Ra was obviously worried about Isis. He cared more for his siblings than any of the rest of them and was always trying to keep them from doing anything stupid. Isis knew he made his brother anxious, and he did feel guilty about it, but he wasn't going to stop the fun. It was a complicated way to feel. Terribly guilty, but not guilty enough to stop. He didn't believe he was a sex addict. He just liked it, a lot. Though when he really thought about it, which he tried not to do, he knew that if he was told he had to stop, he would have a awfully difficult time doing so. Ra was the only one that gave him any grief about it anymore. Others had given up trying to make him act responsibly long ago, when he first started this nonsense of spending nights with almost strangers every night. Even when Ra said nothing about it, which was rarely, Isis knew he was thinking it, and somehow that made him feel even worse about it.

"Karissa? Good God, that sounds like a name for a stripper. If not a prostitute." Isis rolled his eyes, and then again when Ra exaggeratedly coughed as though to make it seem like he wished to vomit at the thought. Sure, Karissa might not be the most sensible name for such a sweet girl, but she hadn't chosen it. And she really wasn't a slut, as most of the people he'd slept with were. "If you gets AIDS from her I will be very upset.” Isis sighed at this part of the lecture that was always repeated over and over and over again in less than ten minutes. Ra was always worried his baby brother would die of some awful disease. Of course it was possible, but Isis had never really worried about it. He preferred to live and not worry about much of anything.

Isis sighed again at his brother's next statement. He turned around to face Ra. "Ra, I'm not going to stop. Calm down. I may seem stupid, but I'm not. I don't have anything and believe it or not, I am careful. Condoms and all. And I do go to the doctor to get checked regularly. I'm capable of being responsible for myself." It was the first time Isis had come right out and faced Ra about this instead of just sitting there and listening to the lecture and waiting for it to end. It wasn't a lie, either. He made sure he got checked out by a doctor, he was responsible about sex, and he knew how to take care of himself. He hadn't caught anything yet, and he'd never gotten pregnant. "If I catch something, I'll take care of it."

Isis was glad, if only for a split second, that Ra changed the subject to his new clothes. But he knew better than to think the conversation was over. His favorite pair of skinny jeans were pulled out of the closet. He smiled and thought to try on the outfit Ra pointed out later. "I'll call Horus tonight. I miss the kid."

[Ra Richmond]

Isis’s outburst surprised Ra, but his faced portrayed nothing. He was stone still and unmoving, arms still crossed as he looked down at his brother. Isis being careful was nothing to be angry about, and if he were a slave to his emotions he would have been jumping up and down with joy at the very idea that he was taking care of himself. But he still disliked the idea of Isis sleeping with everyone that caught his eye, even if he was careful. Accidents happened, and Isis was no exception. His last sentence only put Ra on edge, because he ended his argument with ‘if’. IF something happened was a world different from NOTHING happening. “Abstinence is the only one hundred percent proven way to stay safe.” Ra said, feeling like a broken record. The only person to ever stay abstinent and have a child was Mary, and that was still speculated upon.

It was right after he had handed over the jeans to Isis that Ra made a snap decision, pressing his hand to his chin in thought. “No.” He waved a hand at him, taking a step toward the closet to grab Isis’s suitcase from the top shelf, pulling it down. “Don’t bother. We’re going to go visit.” Was it a rash choice on his part? Of course. Was it a good idea? Probably not. But, in theory, if he could Isis away from people he knew, to a new country where he could possibly be in less trouble, maybe he could cure this damn addiction of his.

“I’ll buy the plane tickets. We’ll leave tomorrow morning.” Ra muttered, glancing up at Isis before nodding and leaving the room, trying to avoid the oncoming conflict by getting out of there before his brother could mull it over.

[[OOC: This post is a fail. I'm sorry. D:]]