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 Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 8:03 am
This is a private RP thread for Jan and myself. Please ask permission through PM before posting, or unless you've been invited by Jan or myself.
Raidy and Mickey, Cody and Dustin.
I'll let Jan take the next post if she has anything to add.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 8:25 am
NOT REALLY 8D JUST YEAH WHEE FUN TIME VOOT VOOT. S'pose this gives me first post =3= ========== Oh hell. He needed. Like. Sleep or something. So damn much of it that once he finally woke up it'd be at the hands of some battle-ridden prince who'd just wasted the past ten years of his life dueling with the foliage to draw him out of slumber. And then. Then, when he'd been woken up. Finally. He'd punch him. Oh yeah. Because you do not kiss random dudes in towers! Not clever, conscientious or--or--blargh. Really needed sleep if he was thinking in fairytales.
And he kinda wanted to be awake at the moment, which was a little bit of a problem - because he most definitely wasn't. So in this latest installment of trying-to-get-to-the-issue-laden-little-brother he was... failing again. Not Peregrine's fault this time either, the little bugger. He was just ******** exhausted okay? Agh!
In that vein the 'unicorn' flopped unceremoniously down on a bench halfway through the town, not particularly interested in how public his sleeping got because hey about to collapse over here so why not indulge in that a little bit? He'd... get to Pip later. Maybe apologize, probably wouldn't, definitely have to dodge death on grounds that neither of them were particularly interested in each other's well-being and if Peregrine saw him in this state he wasn't sure how he could be expected to resist. Cody knew he wouldn't be able to if their positions were reversed. Blargh. Less thinky more sleepy.
~*~
((Just a note, Mickey's a... yeah, vampire, so, gonna have to be night here owo; ))
Ow. ...Yeah, that about summed it up.
And hungry.
That was somewhere in the mess too.
Pained and hungry and really ******** irritated.
Now there was an equation that rang truer than he could've hoped. And no way to take it out on Dunsirn on grounds of his employer being, you know, his employer. Not exactly his bread and butter (or blood, whatever) but definitely his forcefield and all such nifty/necessary other such things.
Thus knowing he had no way of satisfying certain needs on Ramon's estate out he came to the wide open world in search of. Er. Dinner? And a show, likely enough. The kind where you got into an argument with someone questionably stronger than yourself and somehow managed to beat the crap right out of 'em. Or didn't, depending on how it went. Just. Needed to get out. Because dealing with Dunsirn and all his hell of a lot of cohorts, enemies and casual acquaintances was just doing a right number on Mickey's delicate condition.
He was wandering at this point, just going from point to point in no particular order - not really interested in what passed between or in immediate satisfaction - he had the whole damn night and it wasn't like the cold could get to him. Passing a bar now, a park then - anywhere someone on their lonesome might be picked off with least possible trouble.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 8:38 am
A rainbow-haired and ruby-eyed unicorn had already been sitting on the opposite end of that bench. Doing nothing in particular...just waiting. For what? Who knew. It was most likely true that Dustin himself didn't even know--as he rarely did--but waiting for something was better than nothing. Perhaps nothing was what he was doing right at that moment but...
Yes. End those thoughts right there. As if the poor unicorn needed to confuse himself. Blinking, he cast a short side-ways glance towards the hornless unicorn, before looking back across the road at where he had been so contently staring at before. Hm. Ho-hum.
Reaching up and twirling a few loose curls of multi-colored hair around his fingers, the horned horse gave an elegent flick of his tail against his leg, reaching his free hand down to adjust and pull at the spandex shorts. Oh joy. Waiting for...it seemed nothing. What a waste of time. As usual. But at least he had a nice, fresh piece of grass to chew on.
A hybrid sat quietly in the park, all by himself beneath a tree next to a small pond, peering in at his reflection. Bunny ears stooped infront of his face, pale blue hair shimmering in the moonlight, eyes seeming to glow. The lamia-bunny looked completely harmless--as he was--and the least trouble out of all the people wandering--which he wasn't.
No. For one to even cast a glance and think that he was the least of trouble, they were very wrong. The truth was that Raidy was probably more trouble than a woman scorn. Well, perhaps not to that extent, but pretty close to it.
Staring at his wavering relfection, he fixed his hair and tugged on his ears as if trying to rip them out of his skull--which he was probably doing--all the while talking quietly to himself. From far away, it didn't appear as if his lips were even moving, perhaps pin-pointing him out to be normal, but they were, and incoherent words fluttered and filled the silence around him in his personal little 'bubble.'
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 9:37 am
It took the elder Kingsley quite some time to register that he'd actually invaded someone else's personal bubble quite pervasively. But notice it he did, perhaps to his credit - but only depending on how exactly he chose to react to it. It began as that itching - a tickling sensation so light it had to be imaginary skritch-scratching away at the nape of his neck before inching down the spine to the small of his back and--okay, someone was--
One blue eye opened, a sort of surprise still lingering in the vaguely stupid look across his features and echoed in the befuddled gaze of that single, brilliantly-hued but sleep-clouded eye. Okay. Technicolored hallucination or rainbow-ized reality God that was bright it couldn't be real oh ow, is it? Resisting the urge to poke the new disturbance on his horizon with a hoof to determine relative tangibility Cody dragged himself in a jumble of limbs to a position that might-possibly be considered sitting but was really more akin to lying down upright. "This your space 'm invading?" he mumbled out in more apology than question - man, he must be absolutely completely exhausted beyond measure if he wasn't chasing someone off. Then again. Technicolor less threatening than the alternative. Not so bad.
While normally... well... as a general rule Mickey went for the things that weren't obviously going to give him trouble. Things with four limbs, all in the usual places and relatively human-sized ears. Human-shaped as well. Because hey, you really never knew what was going to come out of biting anything at all, not on Gaia - but some things were safer bets than others. For example, the snakes? No touchy in general.
But it was getting damn slow, and that was a problem and it was also stretching his patience a little thin. Everyone out in pairs - some holiday or another - and anyone alone looked way too freaky to jump quickly. This, though - the kid-thing in the park...
Okay, there was a rise of suspicion in that alone. Anything that seemed innocent absolutely wasn't more often than not in Mickey's experience - but then again, what had happened the last time he'd decided against picking someone off in a deserted park? Disaster was what. Now that was a little convoluted and he severely doubted similar circumstances would ever be repeated on this or any other plane but you really couldn't be too careful - that motto being the ironic and impermanent phrase that ruled Mickey's life as he alternately obsessively adhered to or absolutely ignored it.
Anyway.
Snapping off a hefty tree branch a good distance away Mickey returned in relative stealth to make for the quick-and-well-okay-a-little-painful execution, creeping from behind the hybrid snake thing, translucent wings pulled tight against his back to prevent any unneeded extra noise.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 11:11 am
The unicorn simply smiled, and pulled his hand away from his hair, ruby eyes flicking back towards Cody at the apologetic, yet questioning words that were spoken. Wait--what? Dustin actually had his own personal space? When did that happen...? Usually people used him as a bed, or a body pillow, or something. Never had he had his own space before.
"Hm," he murmured thoughtfully, sitting more upright with a slightly proud and triumphant look sliding onto his face. "Is this what it feels like to have a personal space?" the unicorn questioned lightly. It was only a split second after those words that any trace of triumph and pride was swept away to reveal an expression a little more sorrowful. "How...empty and unsatisfying. Nope, the only space 'round here is yours," Dustin replied quietly, tail giving another elegant flick against his leg. Bothersome things...tails. "You look...exhausted. If you need to rest your head, theres plenty of bench, and it doesn't look like I'm going anywhere soon, so I don't think any people would bother you if you took a short nap...Pardon me if that sounded forward or...awkward."
Upon hearing the hefty branch snap, the large ears perked upright, slightly flopped at the tips. "What's that? Shhhhhh! We heard something," the hybrid hissed out...to himself. His face got curious and wide-eyed, innocent like no other. "No we didn't! If we heard something, we would know, now wouldn't we? But we don't know, so we didn't hear anything!"
A grumble, and his face turned into a frown. A less-than-pleasant frown at that. "Hush it, floppy-ears! We did hear something, and if you don't agree with us, then we'll just eat you and be rid of you once and for all!" another change back to innocence, "No we won't! We need us to be WHOLE. Silly snakeses!" Reaching up, the hybrid tugged harshly on one of his ears while his tail lashed about behind him. "We said hush!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 12:58 pm
Now eyeing his unexpected neighbor with some trepidation Cody entirely failed to hide the hint of borderline consternation welling up inside. Hunhwha? Yeah, uh, way too out of it to--was it that obvious? Rgh. Maybe stopping for a bit wasn't what he needed so much as a couple days completely unconscious. Sheezus, but where to do it? Nowhere that wouldn't raise suspicion and hell, hell, hell.
"Uh... provided you're not a cannibalistic doppelganger from some mirror dimension - don't give me a look, you never know around this place - don't see how I can protest," the 'unicorn' muttered half-heartedly. "But, hell, no way for me to tell that--what're you here for, anyway?" Because even if he wasn't getting the '********' vibe that didn't really let Mr. BLINDING RAINBOW off the hook. It was always worse when you didn't see it coming.
...Okay, yeah, this was probably paranoia. Goody glee.
.........say what?
Okay.
Fine.
You know what?
FINE.
HE COULD GO HUNGRY.
Because there was no way in hell he was going to bite a crazy.
With that in mind the demon slowly, slowly, painstakingly slooowly began to edge backwards from the hybrid-snake-thing, swearing silently a mile a minute that he'd somehow gotten this close before realizing he really, really didn't want to go through with this one. Curse the survival instinct.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 3:31 pm
Dustin stared towards Cody with his ruby eyes, though he didn't give the hornless 'unicorn' any sorts of looks at all, simply a gentle stare. Dustin was probably the furthest from dangerous that there ever was. In fact, he couldn't bring himself to hurt anything...unless, of course, it hurt him first. But still, even that was rare in itself so...yeah.
ANYWAY. The unicorn slowly tore his eyes away from the other and gave a small, gentle shrug of his slender shoulders. "I suppose there is no way that you can really tell...You just have to listen to your gut instinct," the young male said quietly before smiling, a long blade of grass still in his mouth. "I was just taking a stroll, and got a little tired so I thought I'd sit down and rest...and then I got to thinking, and...well...maybe you know how that is..."
The hybrid continued his silent argument, battle raging within his mind. Sweeping shimmering pale blue hair from his azure eyes, he turned quickly and faced the slowly retreating...thing. Yes. Thing--that what Mickey was in Raidy's eyes. A thing...an interesting thing at that, not that that was saying much for the lamia-bunny.
"We knew we heard a noise! Now do we believe us?" a short pause, "Yes, yes, of course we do! Silly snakeses!" A mixture of both innocence worn with a tight frown, he slapped his tail loudly against the water to get Mickey's attention. "Why does the filthy thing sneak up on us?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 11:18 am
If there was a look that read 'herbivore'.... that was probably it. It took Cody a moment to realize that the clicking sensation in his temples was the sound of his mental faculties shutting down in rhythmic acquiescence to the docile stare he'd just encountered. ...buh...
Wait. No. Back on track. As it were. He wasn't entirely sure there was a track to begin with. "Hunh," he said by way of explaining, underlying exhaustion making it through into his speech once more. ...You know he wasn't entirely sure he liked feeling sleepy more than freaked out either - not in the presence of strangers at least.
But that part about the thinking, the distraction and the long bouts of random sitting and--and heyyy, he was a stranger just as much as Rainbow Brite over here so... --so the talking to strangers too... Okay, now that was familiar. Not on a personal level maybe--er, not first hand experience. He wasn't the one that did it. Just... just Alex. Well. Odd sort of deja vu. "Yeah... in a way."
Yeegh.
Years of experience with the worst of the worst coming of his somewhat-but-not-exactly brilliant plans, Mickey resisted the inner need to jump when it became apparent that he had indeed been noticed. Hell hell hell hell--if he got back far enough he could totally make a break for it to the sky but from where he stood now the foliage was just too damn thick--hell hell hell hell--and what was with this guy-thing-hybrid-rgh--hell hell hell--
"Sneaking away more like," Mickey corrected with all due haste, one hand raising in flat-palmed apology, though he continued to inch back, "No worries, see ya later, just going on my way." No, he really wasn't going to bother with an explanation. Just didn't seem a clever idea.
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 10:47 pm
The unicorn couldn't help but wonder what exactly went through this strange 'unicorn's' mind, wondering what thoughts lurk beneath the exhaustion that was crystal clear and very visable. Dustin hardly ever thought...well, in truth, he thought a lot...but usually that just ended up with him having one helluva headache, and half the things he thought he couldn't even comprehend--or he could, but he just didn't want to take the time to do so.
Dustin wasn't so much lazy as he was uninterested in analyzing the complex thoughts of the brain, unlike many. He was observant, yes, but he didn't analyze people and their every last move, and rarely did he nit-pick at every little detail, whether it could be seen or whether it was expressed.
The fact of the matter was that Dustin wasn't as complex as many thought he was. With him, what you saw was what you got. Except for the fact that his outfit was a little deceiving against his personality, which was quite gentle and loving, as he had always been and--oh, ow. Headache, headache! The unicorn lifted a hand and lightly pressed his fingers to his temple and rubbed repeatedly, giving a very pained look as his brows lightly pressed together. Too much thinking. Too much analyzing. Not his cup of tea.
"Oh no the filthy thing doesn't!" The hybrid hissed out and slithered forward quite quickly, wrapping his large tail around Mickey, taking the strange creatures deep and securely into his coils, though he was holding gently and in a harmless manner. He was merely getting closer to inspect this filthy little thing.
Leaning forward, he sniffed lightly at Mickey and then recoiled his head, shaking it while giving a grimace, and breathing heavily out his nose as if trying to get rid of a pungent, horrid smell that lingered deep within his nostrils. Giving a cough, as if the smell had slid into his throat and poisoned his lungs, he shook his head again. "We knew it was filthy! Stinky, filthy, fat thing!"
The lamia quickly released Mickey and backed up, glaring and giving a hiss, along with a sneeze and a cough. "Horrid, horrid stentch it has! We don't like it, not one bit! No, no we don't!" Raidy shook his head a few more times, eyes tearing up as if the smell were like that of freshly cut onions. To him, it was indeed that horrible.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 12:53 am
Okay... uh... he'd totally missed something right there. And was in absolutely no position to go about figuring it out because ******** all if he could concentrate long enough to establish any sort of telepathic hold - or ******** all if he wanted to the damn thing cost so much--and back to the beginning. Realizing that anything he tried to do now that was any more than walk-sleep-eat-sleep-talk-talk-sleep wasn't just costly it was taxing - couldn't move sometimes, there just wasn't enough energy.
And he'd been stupid enough to let it get so far before realizing what was going on that there was nothing to do now but sleep - for God alone knew how long at that. Just. Didn't have--and there were all these two problems, new kinks, issues and hellholes that came out of nowhere and turned out to be way more than he could handle on your average sleep-eat-talk-sleep-sleep-god-please-sleep modus operandi and.
And.
Hell with it.
Cody's face drew into a sympathetic frown - both for Dustin and himself, no one should have to deal with the s**t of questions best left unanswered it took too much time and energy - and he tried to quirk a lop-sided grin, succeeding for the most part. "You don't come here often then, I take it. Well. There's that pick-up dead. Sorry for intruding on your mental space too, maybe."
Okaybackfiremuch? This was NOT the kind of thing that came to mind when he thought of - you know - success. In fact this was sort of akin to being about to be eaten - not that he'd ever for sure been in that sort of situation but--oh hell he couldn't even spread the damn wings--
......
He was not. NOT fat.
Where the hell'd the freaky snake thing get off calling him fat? "Funny words coming from an obese earthworm," he grimaced, "What, I smell too much like your mother?" ...No, really, he had a survival instinct. Somewhere.
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