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 Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 1:42 am
"What's that?" The girl asked the big man, who was sweating in the shadows of an oak. He had settled there to have some peace, but actually a few seconds ago Frank had noticed that something was itching around his back. The curious girl didn't make it any better. Why didn't she wander off and play with the flowers around and be happy? She was an insect, she needed this stuff - flowers, sun and such, right?
Dalal was far more inclined with the small ants which climbed up Frank's back and were about to eat him. She chuckled a bit at the thought that they had to eat a loooong time then. Still, she decided to move away a bit and pick a nice flower to collect some of the ants for home. Wobbling away from the large tree she moved into the field of flowers and looked around for something nice.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 5:05 am
"Is that your Daddy?" came a small voice behind the insect girl. Quincy, concern crawling over his small features, stood just a little way off of the flower patch. He squirmed a little at the prospect of speaking to a girl, his slip on shoes that were ever so comfortable bowed inward mimicking the girls stature. The tail, however, was a different story. It halfheartedly waved to and fro, a sign for optimism. Quincy flattened his ears as much as possible before gesturing over. "He looks hurting."
Aaron ran over to the small pup and, in a coffee powered action, he pulled the boy into his arms. Legs facing back and head leaning forward. "Hey there, Fuzz-Face."
His tail moving double time. "Daaad... Stoppit." Quincy giggled as he squirmed out of his guardian's grasp, pulling his RAF jacket back into place after the debacle. Aaron reached down and ruffled the pup's hair before grinning brightly.
"Hey there, precious. That your dad?" He repeated the question, pointing to Frank, before smacking his son's back and walking over. "Play nice!" He called over his shoulder before slumping down next to the large man. "My name's Aaron and that one's yours?" He asked pointing to Dalal. It wasn't long until the unsuspecting guardian felt an itch climbing up his back.
"I'm sorry about Dad. Sam gave him coffee." Quincy paused and looked down at his feet before rolling back his shoulders and clicking his heels together in a small salute. "Sorry, miss. My name is Quincy, may I ask you of your name?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 11:57 am
Dalal didn't turn around right away, but squeezed her eyes tightly to find a nice flower. As she picked up a red one with a nice yellow interior she turned to face the stranger. It was a boy. Indeed one who looked like a dog and she had already met a dogboy once and he had been stupid.
"No." Dalal said as she glanced at his swagging tail. She tried to appear as firm as possible. "He is just with me."
A quite scared expression crossed her face as Aaron passed them so swiftly. The girl indeed wasn't used to people who moved that fast. As he had gone away she was quite relieved and considered to talk to the dog boy for a moment. "Liz says coffee's bad. Yes, you can ask."
What was that feet clicking for? Dalal frowned.
Frank instead huffed a bit as Aaron sat down beside him and nodded. "Yeah, my one. She appeared and now I have to take care of her." He felt the need to scratch his behind, but after all it was a hard thing to do when sitting and there was somebody close by. His face twitched slightly.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 3:13 pm
"Not your dad then? Like a sitter?" The pup looked between the large man and the mantis girl, assessing. He noticed the ornamental, or so he assumed, green head bit and the green insect body connected to her. The boy then looked to his own tail and perked his ears up in curiosity. Dad and the large men were different too. He beamed, concluding with, "I see," Quincy leaned it a little bit, wanting to be polite but he couldn't keep this to himself. "He's muuuch bigger than you. And, you're nicer looking. Not your dad then."
Quincy paused and sniffed the air slightly, tail slowing to a stop, why did she have a flower? His stance faltered, feet moving back to normal as he looked from left to right wondering about her name. "Well..." He supplied. "What's your name? Unless you're okay with me calling you miss." His nose wrinkled at the offer. Formality fit like a second skin but it was a little weird when you still don't know the others name.
Aaron reached a hand back to scratch at his neck. "Boy in blue is mine. Odd kid he is. Found him and it felt right... you know?" He brought his other hand to his mid back and scratched.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 7:22 am
Dalal wondered if she was able to get out of the conversation by simply staring at the flower she had picked. She enjoyed looking at it for a few seconds before the silence she had created became awkward. Narrowing her eyes she glanced at Frank and nodded slightly. "Yeah...sitter."
She recognised the compliment as something nice, but didn't say anything else about that matter. It appealed to her that it could be a quite interesting thing to be called miss all the time and so she moved her nose a bit higher and stated: "Miss is ok with me."
Standing became quite exhausting to her, because of the large back she was carrying. But sitting down would be strange if she did it out of nothing. "Sit!" She demanded and pointed at the ground below Quincy's feet.
Frank huffed. "Nah, actually I had to take care of my roommate's mantis and poof - suddenly Dalal was there. It seems like we don't get along." A scream escaped his lips as something had bitten into his leg. While trying to get up he cursed quite loudly.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 3:01 pm
Quincy stood patiently, swaggering his posterior appendage lightly as he waited for a response. This girl was either very slow or rather interested in flowers. The pup sniffed the air; small black nose twitching was he did. A blink followed by a small scratch to the belly and then another blink until finally, Dalal responded.
“That’s interesting…” He commented on the status of Frank. “And… I’ll still call you miss but knowing your name as well would be preferred.” He shuffled about and looked at his easy slip on shoes, wiggling his toes slightly in patience. “You are rather slow…” Quincy commented before catching himself. “On responding to questions.” Tacked on quickly and smoothly. “Are you like an Ent?” Quincy had barely finished his question before the command ran through his ears, ringing through the silver fur and the effect was instantaneous.
The boy fell to the ground, landing on his haunches faster than he thought he would. That was…an odd sensation, driven out of shock no doubt. Quincy’s tail stopped moving and he looked up at the mantis girl, still as stone, for a few moments. He obeyed authority and right now, Dalal was more frightening than any brigadier he had heard of. He wiggled a little as he attempted to relax in the flowers. The smell was a tad bit overpowering. He gave a small whimper, a hard look set on his face but still innocent and slightly questioning.
“Why do I have to sit, miss?” Quincy asked tentatively and politely.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 12:05 am
Dalal felt a bit uncomfortable inside as she made him wait, but as he asked her if she was an Ent her eyes grew wide. She had no idea what it was, but it didn't sound absolutely compelling to her. It sounded like something with only three letters and usually important things had complicated names. At least she thought so. As she noticed that she had been slow again, she coughed a bit and then decided to answer. "No. Do I look like Ent?"
Actually she hoped she didn't look like one. Her legs started to ache and so the toddler was pleased to see that Quincy settled down in front of her. Moving to sit as well she shrugged. "Because I said it. Easy." That was fun. Finally she wasn't the small stupid one but was able to say something and somebody actually did it. "Why do you ask so much?"
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 2:25 pm
Quincy felt the blood rush to his cheeks in embarrassment. Did Dalal look like Tolkien’s mythical walking, talking and not to forget frightening tee people? Most certainly not, but she definitely instilled the same fear and air of power. He bent his head into the lapels of his Flight Jacket, ears flattening slightly against his skull. He twitched his nose and made eye contact with the other toddler. "No, you don’t. But you’re all…" He flexed his fingers in the air a tad in search of a word. "All…commanding ish. You’d make a great general."
The toddler jumped a bit at the question, turned into an accusation within his own mind. ”I ask questions because I’m interested, it makes conversation and I like to know things.” Quincy shrugged before fiddling with a piece of grass. ”It helps to know people. They could be friends and help when you need them or they could be not so nice and it’s good to know your enemy. Or it could be just nice to know things.” He watched Dalal maneuver her large appendage to the ground in something akin to awe, wonder or plain confusion. He wanted to ask why she had the large green addition but apparently he had used up his allotted amount of questions.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 12:44 am
Dalal couldn't help but smile at the comment. She knew what a general was. Frank had told Lizzi, his roommate, that she was talking to him like a general when they had a fight once. Lizzi won the fight and Frank cleaned the kitchen. So it had to be an extremely powerful thing to be!
Although Quincy was a boy and made her feel a bit uncomfortable because of that, he obeyed to her orders. Dalal felt save enough to answer a bit nicer because of that. "Ok. Go on. Ask more then." If he asked she was save. While he was talking she was able to look for some more flowers she wanted to bring Lizzi. Gently she picked up a yellow one. Her antlers twitched slightly.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 3:36 am
Quincy was taken by surprise at Dalal's openness towards his questioning behavior... This girl sure did change opinions a lot. He placed a finger on his lips, considering the mantis toddler and bit the inside of his cheek. Quincy assumed that the only reason behind Dalal's indecisive behavior was because she was someone of great stature, like a general or a commander, and she didn't want to give it away. The dog like boy subconsciously wagged his tail at the thought.
Quincy paused once more; scratched his head and behind his ears, enjoying the tingle it sent down his spine. Thinking, thinking and wondering until Dalal's pseudo command cut in. She wanted more questions? This 'miss' was certainly a puzzle.
"Ummm..." He stated and looked around at the flowers. "What is your favorite color, miss? Or better yet, why are you picking flowers?" Didn't girls only get flowers because they were sad? He was about to ask but remembered that the girl did not like people to assume, such was obvious by earlier conversation.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 6:58 am
"I collect these for Lizzi." Dalal answered. Thinking about her own reply she continued. "She lives with me and Frank. Eric lives with us too. We are..." A slight frown crossed her forehead, before the toddler seemed to remember the complicated word Lizzi had taught her. "...community?"
Quincy probably wouldn't understand it, but that wasn't much of a problem, because he was a boy and he seemed to do what Dalal wanted. "I don't know about favourite colours. What's yours?" The question game was alright, but she needed more flowers. Walking was stupid and when she moved she could catch the attention of Frank again - something Dalal wanted to avoid.
"I know a game. You get flowers for me and I say if they are pretty!" That was an awesome idea. Dalal smiled broadly.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 3:52 pm
Quincy's brow furrowed at the word community. That was a new one. The boy's features screamed perplexed and slight discomfort of no longer feeling sure of himself. He brought a thumb to his chin and thought, eyes gazing skywards as he thought of how to respond to that. "But not a family." He stated slowly and swept a hand over the petals splayed out before him. Dalal brought a whole new perspective with her. She was smart and authoritative, like any good general should be. Also, she didn't have a dad but a sitter and she lived in a comootity...Whatever that was.
The boy hopped at the question, looking down at his RAF jacket and then the sky. He loved the sky. He smiled broadly. "I like the color blue.". He pondered and watched a passing cloud. "Like the sky at night or anytime really. I wanna be up there someday."
His reverie was cut short when Dalal smiled and offered a game. "Flower fetching..." Subconsciously Quincy began to wag his tail once more. Games were fun and Dalal wasn't frowning or looking unimpressed anymore. "Okay!" He shouted and jumped up and grabbed the nearest flower. It was a pale pink and kind of falling apart, mostly because he must have sat on it. "How's this'un?"
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 2:27 am
Dalal rolled her eyes. Lizzi did that when Frank had said something she didn't seem to care about. Family. Who needed that if you had a community? That was probably much better, because it sounded more difficult to obtain. She wasn't quite sure though, but those doubts were to remain inside her head.
"Up in the sky?" The girl frowned and shook her head. "Why that? I mean...there's nothing cool." Perhaps it was a boy's thing. Dalal wondered what one wanted to do in the sky with clouds and that stuff. It didn't appeal to her at all.
Anyway she was happy that Quincy responded so willingly to the game. He was alright for a boy, because he did what she wanted him to do. Perhaps he was a girl secretly dressed as a boy? But then again...no, he did too many stupid things for being a girl.
Wrinkling her nose as she saw the pink flower Dalal shook her head. "No, look at it! It's so ugly and broken!" Not knowing about politeness or actually caring about someone's feeling the mantis girl simply exclaimed what she thought. "Get another one!"
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 12:22 am
The toddler jumped upon the sharp command, ears flattening against his skull and tail twitching to be between his legs. He hadn't cared so much that she disliked the flower, it wasn't especially pretty and he did a poor job for the general. Heck, maybe she was even a Brigadier General. What really got him was that Dalal thought the sky was uninteresting and suddenly Quincy had been overcome with the urge to defend it... to prove his General wrong. Which was a very un-pilot like thing to do.
The boy bit his lip in attempts to not go against his natural command-response activities, he even picked up a decent flower in his mind. Bright yellow with black spots at the very inside. A pansy? Tulip? He really couldn't remember many names for flowers, despite Tosh's attempts of teaching him. Something about proving something to his Dad. Tosh was fun. Yet even as he grabbed both yellow and red flowers, tulips he concluded, he decided to explain his love for the sky or rather to get Dalal to accept the sky as something more than boring.
"How about these..." He stuck the flowers out before considering how to bring up the subject without making Dalal hate him. "What do you mean nothing cool?" His tone has quiet and pleasant, like a conversing tone. "How many things do you see in the sky? Not a lot right? Which is why I want to be there. It's like a... privilege?" He struggled with the word but he definitely heard Aaron say it to him.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 12:13 pm
Dalal felt good as she noticed Quincy's nervousness. He should have thought about that earlier! As the yellow flower was offered to her she was just about to yell at him again for picking something ugly, but actually the flower was quite nice and she didn't want to smash it. Lizzi liked flowers.
Picking it very carefully out of his hand as if he had a strange desease Dalal adapted the flower into her little bunch of lovelies. As more flowers were offered the mantis girl started to arrange them properly, sorted by colours.
"Just not cool." She said while putting a red plant next to the yellow one and looked up. Why did he actually care what she said anyway? "You want to be there...alone?" The girl questioned and looked up to the sky again. Perhaps it was good up there and you were absolutely free and...for a moment Dalal's brain felt dizzy and it was almost as if something was knocking against her head - from the inside! But then it was gone again...
That feeling was so strange that Dalal looked a bit frightened and it took her a few seconds to catch herself again. "Nah. I've got enough flowers now."
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