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 Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 8:34 pm
Claws tapping against the cement almost sounded musical. Almost. But just not enough for Mortimer to get any beat in his head. One thing he had almost begun to miss was his headphones which seemed forgotten in an old cardboard box somewhere. Tail swung lazily behind himself, dragging it's heavy filth filled tip along with itself to leave a constant trail of grime behind himself. Hands jammed in the pockets of his tattered pants, the only clothing he chose to wear on this fine day of days.
One set of digits retracted itself to smooth over the bright orange hair of his face, scratching idly while its partner opened the door of the Fa'e headquarters. The youth wasn't sure why he was here today, maybe it was overwhelming boredom, maybe it was because he was hungry and all the food in his place was so rotten not even -he- could stomach it. But nevertheless, the feline-esque creature ducked through the doorway lest his massive wings which trailed its pinions on the ground smack up against it.
And then he headed to go and assault the hell out of the kitchen.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 9:00 pm
The first thing Amitai had done that morning was turn on the television, finally curious enough about this Gaia-place's programming to risk approaching the big, bulky box; the second thing he had done was break the remote. Several hours of Telemundo and a roll of duct tape later found Amitai seated on the floor in front of the couch. The remote, now fixed--and partially mummified in tape--and a variety of kitchen implements lay scattered around him like fallen, broken, and bent soldiers. He was squinting in concentration at a long, stick-like construct he was in the process of creating in order to more easily press the too-tiny buttons on the remote when he heard the door open.
He turned, not having to sit up much in order to peer over the top of the couch at the newcomer, and immediately brightened. "Kitty!" he blurted in enthusiastic welcome. Except...most kitties didn't have wings, really. Or bird-feets. "Kitty-thing," he amended after a moment's inspection.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 9:13 pm
Red-yellow eyes didn't widen in surprise. No, they narrowed in disdain and mild disgust as he heard that horrible noise while the hair on the back of his neck rose. Head snapped quickly to where it had come from, landing on what was obviously another fa'e. New. But not a child. So it must be one of those found ones or whatever.
"I am -not- a kitty." Voice was seething, the already low and rumbling voice sounding even more pissed. Something immediately improved his mood and twisted his scowl up into a smirk.
"Hello." His greeting wasn't verbal, it was spoken in the tongue of boulders and stones at a pitch which was impossible to hear unless you were either Mortimer or a rock.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 9:28 pm
Oh, Amitai knew that look, well enough to cringe and stammer an apology even though he wasn't quite sure what he had done wrong. "Look like a kitty-thing," he mumbled by way of explanation.
Then, before Ami could ask what, if not a kitty, this stranger was, he was greeted in stereo. Every fragment that made up his body seemed to resonate with the unspoken word. His eyes widened and crossed as he tried to process the sensation, not able to focus on any one feeling before it faded. He shook his head and looked up at the kitty-not-kitty.
"Ah--wow," he said with something akin to awe, "how you're doing that? Feels funny!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 9:46 pm
It was a first for Mortimer, and quite frankly, a fairly ******** up first. He had spoken with parts of fa'e that were attached to them, another one of the lost fa'es freaky hovering rock things had seriously messed with him. Dustin's face jewels sort of resonated a voice but he had never bothered. So this was a very strange experience, but he seemed completely apathetic to it on the outside.
"I'm communicating directly with your body." The darkly hued youth moved through the room and headed towards the kitchen, expecting the other to follow him. It didn't matter even if he didn't, really, because this form of dialect could travel over a much further distance. Morty was a bit surprised this stranger didn't just reply using the same type, maybe he was unable to?
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 9:59 pm
Amitai nearly pitched over at the response he got, the feeling of being spoken to so absolutely, so directly still new and strange; if he had human-sensitive skin, he might have likened the sensation to being bludgeoned with feather dusters. As it stood, he didn't know whether to laugh or run away screaming.
He opted for the former and let out a gravelly chortle as he rose, carefully picking his way over his "tools" as he moved to follow the kitty-thing. "How?" he asked insistently. "How you can do this?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 10:18 pm
He made his way to the fridge which he threw open and began rifling through, knocking stuff over and recognizing that distinct high pitched crack as glass breaking. Mortimer was obviously unconcerned, hunting in this holy relic of food containment till he finally found some raw meat. A package of ground beef.
The beast sat himself down on one of the counters and began to shovel it into his mouth, not looking up, not chewing, just swallowing. Barely even breathing. And yet he was still 'speaking'. "Natural ability. Most Fa'e have some useful superhuman skill."
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 5:18 pm
The sound of glass breaking made Amitai pause where he was, halfway inside the kitchen, and look around to see what he had broken now. When he found that it was, in fact, not his fault, he sighed in relief. It was somehow comforting to know that he wasn't the only clumsy person in the world.
"Sooper-human?" Ami echoed as he finished scooting edgewise into the kitchen, careful not to lean against or touch any of the still-foreign things in the room. "That is not made," he pointed out at the other's choice of snack.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 8:31 pm
"Yeah." Mortimer took time away from his devouring of food to jerk a thumb at Ami. "Like your, uh, skin or whatever. People usually aren't made of rocks, you know."
The little package of meat was finished but the youth was unsatisfied. "So?" A gruff verbal response as he slid off of the counter, dropping the styrofoam. Maybe there was something in the freezer. "Hasn't anyone told you this?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 8:38 pm
Amitai glanced down at his hands, wondering how such clumsy things could be any kind of "useful superhuman skill," before looking back up at the kitty-thing and shaking his head. "No. Man came to my house, said, 'Hi, you are Fa'e-thing now, you come to Gaia place to live there, okay,' and that was the whole end."
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 9:42 pm
He laughed. It was a deep rumbling noise, horribly amused. "That sucks. Wheres your Gaurdian?"
Nothing. Nothing was in here. At all. Displeased, drawing his head out of the freezer with a bit of frost on the edge of his whiskers. Head craned to look at Amitai, speaking rather dryly. "Have any money? I'm still hungry."
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 3:53 pm
"Gar-den? Don't know...is greens and flowery outside?" He had never considered Zaya anything less than his mother, even if it was a biological impossibility. In any case, his English was still lacking.
"You has ice on your...things," he continued, making a vague "whiskers" gesture at the side of his face with one hand while the other buried itself in his pants pocket and eventually emerged with a rectangular piece of plastic. It very much resembled a credit card and read "Bank of Prague" on the front in Czech. He offered it to Mortimer, unaware that his money--well, Zaya's money that he had access to, "just in case"--was no good here.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 11:18 pm
Mortimer didn't care about the frost there, it would melt and drip off quickly. "No, your gaurdian, whoever takes care of you. Who raised you." Usually his patience would have run out by now, but when Ami extended the card to him-
"What the hell is this." It was a very feline frown, causing his whiskers to twitch in such a way what was now water fell. Close examination, scowling at it, glaring at it, swearing at it under his breahth. "This is worthless." He shook it the other, wings fluttering slightly. Damnit. He was still hungry!
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 9:15 pm
"Oh!" That made more sense, and he mentally filed 'guardian' under 'funny new-place words.' "Mama is out. Said to stay inside right here and don't break things and don't make messes, or else." Hmm, he'd have to tell her that the mess in the fridge wasn't his fault...
"Is money-card," he informed Mortimer. "Not less of worth. Can take these to places to pay for everythings. Everyone use these..." he trailed off, craggy brow creasing as he realized that things here were different. Everything was different. "But not here," he finished quietly, taking the card back from Mortimer.
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