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PostPosted: Wed May 03, 2006 9:30 am


Cal + Karma

A rp with Cal
Inle-roo
Inle was not a big fan of nature, the outdoors, or anywhere she might encounter other people. In fact, she would have been perfectly content to live the rest of her life at home or, better yet, in her room, where she could sleep and sleep and never have to deal with people and things and her kids. Unfortunately, things didn't work out that way. Sometimes she had to deal with people and things and her kids, and today was one such occasion.

The television didn't seem to hold as much power over Calumet as it once had. The tacit toddler would no longer spend endless hours on the couch fixated on the goings-on behind the glass screen; no, now his time on the couch was spent staring out the side window. There were no cartoons there. All there was there was the Outside, a place he rarely ventured. It seemed he wanted to change that. Calumet had become somewhat subdued, somewhat fussy, and Inle had noticed. So in order to bring her happy, problem-free child back, Inle gave him what she thought he wanted--out. More specifically, a trip to the park. She wasn't about to stick him in one of those ridiculous baby swings, so she planted him in the sandbox with a couple of colorful toys and let him have at it.

Cal was not happy with this. Why would he want to be in a sea of blah-colored gritty stuff when he could be out of this yucky box, where the few flowers that hadn't succumbed to the cold were sitting bright and cheery not a few yards away? He glanced at the bench where he knew the Crazy Lady who took care of him was. She was reading, it looked like--she certainly wasn't paying attention to him. Now was his chance! He made a moue of disgust as he crawled out of the sandbox--this stuff was gross!--and made his way happily to the flowers.

He liked flowers. He remembered what had happened last time he had been in these flowers and was almost disappointed that Asrafel wasn't there to share in the prettiness before he got distracted by a tulip. Cal smiled at the flowers. They were all so pretty! They reminded him almost...of candy! With a happy smile, he reached for one.

What Cal didn't know was that Inle HAD been paying attention, kind of. Every now and then she would look up from her book to make sure he was still there and not taking a sand-bath. Sand? Check. Toys? Check. Baby? ...where did her kid go? With a sigh that was more of annoyance than worry, she scanned the park. He couldn't have gone far, he wasn't THAT good at walking yet. There was a slide in a separate sandbox, but she didn't see him there. He wasn't by the swings. ...did that flower just move?

Bookmarking the page with a finger, she got up and moved towards the suddenly-dancing flowers, peering into them only to find Calumet happily playing with them. Petals and dirt adorned his clothes, his skin...and his mouth.

"Cal, is that a daisy? Good choice." Her tone was that of a mother long resigned to her child's particular brand of eccentricity. Calumet smiled up at her, a white petal sticking out of his mouth like a wayward tooth.

Baniru
"Uhmaaah Ban Ban boom!"

Karma was toddling about the park as he did nearly every day- his surrogate mother certainly couldn't keep him inside for long, and Aekea wasn't the best of places for a child his age to be wandering around.

Baniru had, therefore, decided to drag her little charge to the park nearly every day. It wore him out, kept him from screaming and kicking at her, and besides, she didn't have anything better to do with her time besides lobby cans from trash and try to earn a few dimes.

"Yeah, ha ha. Bani go boom." the woman muttered unenthusiastically, gaining a curl to her upper lip. She dared to fear what her kid would be like when he was capable of holding a knife.

With a slight sigh, she decided it better to sit on the bench where Inle was previously enjoying her book- it was vacant for the time being, (no messy, awkward conversations today!) and it was easier to view Karma play from the distance.

Karma himself was taken to the sandbox. He had seen some brightly coloured plastic stuff submerged in the grit, and colours that bright made him think of only one thing- Calumet, and as always the big ball of lights he could make.

"De de de..." he gurgled out, picking up a yellow shovel and smacking it repeatedly into the sand.

Inle-roo
The abrupt appearance of Karma and Baniru drew both Cal's and Inle's attention. Inle had crouched on the sidewalk next to the flowerbed and had been trying to brush dirt and various bits of foliage off of Cal, and Cal had brought his arms up to flail aimlessly in an attempt to stop her. They froze in what appeared to be a humorous tableau at the arrival of others, staring at them for a moment before turning to look at each other.

Cal recovered first, shaking off his mother's hands in order to crawl over to the very place he had just escaped from, curious about the sandbox's noisy new occupant. He stopped at the edge, small hands braced on the ledge. He found himself hesitant to return to the sea of grit, but there was someone to play with in there! Cal didn't yet recognize the small body as Karma--he had only met the other boy the one time, months ago, and Karma was facing away from him anyway.

With a frown, Cal looked for some way to get Karma's attention without actually venturing into the sandbox, grinning a bit as he he saw a small plastic pail close enough to the edge. He scooted towards it, leaning over the ledge and stretching his arm out, fingers wiggling as he tried to snag the half-buried handle...there! He got it! Now...what to do with it? Well, that was easy! He reached back, the pail clenched awkwardly in his hand, and--

"Don't throw that, Cal!" Inle cautioned. If it came down to it, Calumet probably wouldn't know enough to defend himself in a fight and the other boy looked to be bigger than he was.

--chucked it in Karma's general direction, turning to glance at the Crazy Lady. What did she want? Luckily, the bucket landed with a wet-sounding flop several feet away from Karma.

Baniru
Baniru had made herself comfortable in the warm sun and bench she was sitting on. The woman leaned back, gently rested her hands on her lap, and pretended to nap, all the while keeping her eye half cracked on her little one.
Safe to say that the pail hadn't hit her child... though she would never, Baniru liked to think those were powers that only she could reserve for later use. If she saw even the slightest inkling of apprehension touch her baby from a stranger's fingers, well. She'd most likely aggro. You know how mothers get.

The woman squinted a little, her inverted, honey eye stuck on the other woman with her child in the flowerbed- didn't she know that stranger? A light aquaintance, perhaps?
She most definitely recognized the child.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -


Karma blinked a little at the loud sounding flop that rang into the noon air a little ways away.

He first looked to the left

then looked to the right, and spying the person he was just thinking of, all but dropped the wonderous yellow shovel in a few blinks.

"Maae ba!" he actually giggled for once, scooting his body in Calumet's general direction, "Naa ban bani naa."

What was he saying?
With world domination ruled out, your guess is as good as mine.

Karma fidgeted a little and drew his arms up, reaching for the sky, as if he were cornered in a fight. There was a big s**t-eating grin on his face.
He began to wave his hands around.

"Caalaa... caalaa!"

Inle-roo
If Inle showed any recognition of mother and/or son, she didn't show it. Moreover, she wouldn't know it, as she had endeavored, mostly successfully, to shove the entire night of the party out of her mind. Part of her was still paranoid that the cops were going to break down her door one night and arrest her for letting babies around alcohol--even though it WAS Stae's party and establishment, the psycho had left her in charge--in spite of the fact that the party had been several months ago. No, now she was content to watch Calumet from the safety of the flowerbed, just to make sure he didn't get into any trouble. Or more trouble than he usually managed to get in, anyway.

Calumet blinked as if dumbfounded, like an infant listening to the meaningless babble of a Nobel prize-winning scientist. Words held little meaning for him; his world was based on color and light and images and, being mute, he didn't process spoken words correctly.

Like the words Karma was saying made any sense anyway. He frowned at the other child, gaze following the rise of Karma's arms. Was there something up there he was looking for? All Cal could see was blue sky and fluffy clouds and blinding sun. What, was that what Karma was reaching for? The sky? No! He couldn't let his re-newfound friend go up there! It was so big, and he would get lost! Uncharacteristic frown deepening, Cal threw himself at Karma while remaining seated, chubby arms wrapping around the other boy as if to hold him to the earth.

Inle winced, tensing.

Baniru
Baniru's nose wrinkled. She had a good memory, and she recognized the boy as the certain shattered who had control over colours, if she was correct. He seemed friendly enough, but-

Oooh. Here's to hoping Karma didn't pummel the other child.

The mother winced as well, before lightly calling out, "Excuse me, is that your boy?"

Well of course it was her boy. She just needed an attention grabber.

Karma's grin faded as Cal's frown grew, and he quirked a curious brow. What was that boy plotting? Yes yes, the sky was pretty and all, but where were the colours? The lights?
Maybe this child was really another child PRETENDING to be his friend!

... and then it happened.

Totally taken aback by the amount of physical contact that Calumet had thrown upon him, Karma froze up, his eyes aghast.
Yet, unlike his mother...
The boy felt no need to writhe away from his colourful friend. His tiny muscles relaxed- and something so strange spread across his face that one would think he had never experienced it fully before.

A smile.

"Saa!" he giggled eagerly, two pudgy hands patting Cal on the back, "Saa... saary!"

You know, if you said that right, it sounded a lot like 'Sorry'.

Inle-roo
Inle sighed. Busted already! But at least it hadn't come to blows. Cal had never actually been in a fight, and Inle was happy for this way out of a potential one. Although it almost looked as though the two were getting along...

"Yeah," she called back, hoisting herself up and brushing dirt off her pants, "sorry about that, I'll get him."

Cal giggled silently at the other boy's apology, though he didn't recognize it as such. He paused at the sudden shadow that was cast over himself and his little friend, looking up at Inle's frowning face.

"C'mon, kid, off." As Inle bent to pick him up, Cal panicked and scrabbled over the lip of the sandbox, crawling across Karma's lap in order to hide behind him. Save me from the big crazy person! the gesture seemed to say.

Baniru
Karma squirmed uncomfortably as Cal scrambled behind him, and just when he had enough pushing and shoving and bad feelings, there was a giant leg in his line of sight.
Crossly the toddler began to smack with two pudgy fists, taking out the discomfort he had just experienced onto Inle's shin with baby growls.

This would teach... whatever it was to stop doing whatever he thought it was doing to him!

Baniru groaned when she dared to look over. Greeeeaaaat... now of all places he did this. She'd have to start making the time outs stricter, or at least teach him without hearing the word 'NO' screamed five times each sentence.

"I guess I'm the one that owes you an apology," she called, getting up and walking over to try and drag Karma off and away before he actually hurt the woman and her child.

Inle-roo
Inle and Cal bore twin looks of bemused confusion as Karma attacked Inle's leg. Cal's expression changed faster, into amusement, and he leaned over Karma to give Inle's leg a few flailing whacks. Inle frowned down at the pair and stepped back. Great, just what she needed, someone teaching her relatively calm child all about violence.

Hey, this was AWESOME! Cal wasn't exactly sure what he was doing, but it made the Crazy Lady go away! He made a mental note to do this more often (although he would likely forget all about it within moments). He patted his friend on the back as Inle retreated as if to say "good job!"

"Quite alright," Inle called back, "I'm used to getting beaten up by kids." Only one reason among many she hated the little brats. Her own children weren't safe from that emotion--most of the times she couldn't wait for them all to grow up and leave her in peace.

Baniru
"Oh," Baniru replied sheepishly, trying many times to hoist Karma up into her arms and failing, "I'm glad I just have one. My.. uh, my name is Baniru, it's a pleasure."

Karma giggled with pride before he had to wriggle and matrix his way out of his mother's grasp. Eventually he found himself smushing against Cal to try and get away.
"Maaabaan," he chortled unpleasantly, before standing on his wobbly legs with his arms stuck straight out for balance.
He tugged at Calumet a little before he began to run as quickly as any toddler could run, tripping through dandelions and pitfalls in the grass, and dropped food stuffs that seemed to be littered everywhere.

Baniru sighed in aggravation. God, she feared that Karma would grow up to blow up the universe someday. The woman didn't feel like following the boy, he wasn't going fast or far.

Inle-roo
Inle watched with not-quite-sympathetic amusement as Baniru tried to wrangle her kid upwards. "Inle, likewise."

Cal put his hands to his mouth, silently giggling behind them at Karma's resistance and cheering him on. He blinked owlishly at the tug, looking up at Inle as if asking "wtf?" before using her pants leg to hoist himself up, teetering unsteadily after his friend. Inle watched him run off, not too concerned; really she could stand to lose a kid or two. Or more. She sighed. "I'd kill to just have one. Something about Gaia attracts kids to those who want them least."

Baniru
Baniru sighed and sat down on the edge of the sandbox, watching the toddlers madly scurry away into an empty grass clearing. The wind was starting to pick up- it smelled like rain, despite how sunny it seemed.

"I'm afraid that more might come to my house, or something. He's a handful as it is," she looked Inle up and down for a moment, before continuing, "How do you stay sane?"

Karma finished running when he coincidentally tripped and landed flat on his face, on a particularly squishy plot of foilage. When he managed to right himself with his pudgy little arms, there was mud plastered all across his mouth and nose.

"Blech," the toddler said accordingly, vainly trying to scrub his face off.

Inle-roo
"That is the way Gaia seems to work," she admitted. "Just one big baby dumping ground." Inle sighed, glancing at the toddlers and moving to sit near Baniru, looking at the other woman. "I don't," she replied with a rueful grin.

Hey, his friend was stopped! Why did his friend stop? And so messily! Cal pondered this but forgot to stop running; his mad dash was ended with a fall too, except he tripped and landed on Karma rather than the grass. Oops.

Baniru
Baniru chuckled. She doubted she could stay sane either, what with more than just one little brat desecrating her life.
Idly she wondered exactly how many kids Inle had, before the exact same thought flew from her mouth.
"How many kids do you have? Three? Four?"
Oh. If only she had known.

The clouds overhead were moving in faster now, large and dark and cold; wind was picking up in short gusts, and Baniru found that she had to repeatedly keep pushing her short hair out of her face.
It was getting darker by the moment.

Karma let out a startled noise of suprise when Cal landed on him, something that sounded inbetween a young elephant and a turtle dove. It didn't hurt, it's just that it had never happened before.

Boy, he didn't like it.

"Off!" the toddler commanded with a huff, trying to roll away. Just what was Calumet trying to do?! Squish him!? He wasn't a bug!

Inle-roo
"Too many," was the immediate response. Hmm, there were...she took a moment to mentally count. "Four, I think? That I consider "kids," anyway--the rest are old enough to look after themselves. Plus various wards and other pets." It was utter hell on someone as antisocial as Inle, but she tended towards resiliency. Besides, they'd all grow up and leave her alone someday, or so she hoped. "Count your blessings." All one of them, lucky soul.

His friend made funny noises, Cal decided. Somewhat like the silly moving pictures in that box, although his friend was neither animated nor small. He didn't seem to like being landed on, either. After a moment of awkward shuffling, Cal righted himself, looking down at his friend with a faint smile. What was he doing down there? Weren't they doing something? Oh yeah, running. With a beckoning motion that clearly said, "Back to work, lazybones!" he turned and did just that.

Baniru
"Hah... " the woman couldn't help but let out a dark chuckle, lying back on the bench, "I'm suprised you're still alive. It sounds like alot of work. Luckily I've only got one hellspawn, and that's enough for now."

Baniru looked up to the darkening sky, shifting the weight on her other shoulder, "It smells like rain soon."

Karma looked at Calumet in curiosity, glad to be rid of the extra weight. What exactly was the other toddler doing? And why did he want him to follow? With some hesitation, Karma managed to stand on two wobbly legs, stick his arms out, and follow after with a teetering gait.

Inle-roo
"It is," she admitted, "but when they grow up I can put them to work. You know, as payment for taking care of them." She was joking, really. Mostly. Her head tilted upwards, and she frowned at the gloomy-looking clouds. She couldn't smell it, but it certainly looked like rain. "Yeah," she sighed, hoping against hope that it wouldn't start raining on the way home. She started to get up, frown deepening as she found that Cal wasn't in her line of sight. "Hey, where'd the kids go?"

Cal really had no idea where he was going; he was running for the sake of running. At length he came upon a tree and contented himself by running around and around the trunk, occasionally looking to see if his friend was still behind him.

Baniru
Karma, being the ever smart-a**, had followed Cal around the tree for a little while; that is, until he found out that they weren't going anywhere.

After that point in groundbreaking decision, he opted to stop running, coming to a dead stop.

"Your guess is as good as mine," Baniru whistled slightly, sighing, "Guess we should find them before the rain starts."

The woman stood, stretching a bit at the notion. Where exactly did those two head off to?
Well on the bright side, nothing was completely obliterated yet. Cal must be a good influence, or some such.

... to be continued ...
PostPosted: Wed May 03, 2006 9:34 am


The Terrible Titans Collide!

A rp with Stala
Ilistala
If there was ever a time to take advantage of the Benedict Center and their supposed baby-sitting tactics, right now was definately it. Ioyla burst into the center, one arm clutching a tattered briefcase, the other holding her supposed child, Ilistala. She was late, so very, very late, for a very important
date
job interview, and there was no way she was going to leave her little hellion of a child in the apartment, all by herself. Not with their not-so-precious belongings stuffed into highly flamable cardboard boxes. Yes, the Infriti family was finally moving out of Aekea and into Gambino, the Isle of Opportunities. Time for a change, and not the diaper kind.

And so, stumbling into the Benedict Center, manhandling the briefcase and baby, Ioyla set Ilistala on the floor, in front of a couch. She bent down to give her child a peck on the cheek, elicting whiney gasps from the younger one.

"Ahhh!" Ilistala griped, flinging her arms in Ioyla's face. One tiny chubby fist caught her mother right in the chin, and that little one had quite the right hook.

"Ow! ********! No hittin, that's mean!" Ioyla jerked her head back up, straightened her back, and called: "OKAY SOMEONE WATCH HER SHE LIKES APPLE JUICE AND SHE HATES NAPTIME I'LL BE BACK LATER KAY BYE!" One more quick kiss, this one on the forehead, and Ioyla was gone, out the door, possibly to get a job in Gambino. Profesional UPS woman, here I come!

And there Ilistala sat. Bored. The little Shattered toddler rocked back and forth on her rear, gripping her toes, bubbling to herself. This was stupid.

Karma Rum
Baniru had never dropped Karma off at the Benedict Center for a full day before, but it seemed that today would be the day she deemed it possible. An exploded toilet, three broken glasses, and a multitude of spilled food all from a hellish little toddler would do that to you.

Eagerly the woman dragged the child down from their apartment (which now was in badly need of repair) and off to the center, following the directions on a note Asrafel had given them long ago.

"Okay honey," Baniru managed to somehow get out through a mouthful of slap, walking quickly into what she supposed was the place, "Now be good for once and don't destroy anything."

Karma actually giggled at that, making a face as he was dropped gently onto the sofa.

"I wonder if the caretaker is in the bathroom..." she eyed the other toddler, Ilistala, warily before eliciting a long sigh.

"HELLO, I'M DROPPING MY CHILD OFF. ALL I ASK IS THAT YOU DON'T GIVE HIM SWEETS OR HE'LL BE BLOWING UP THE WORLD!"

After there was no reply, the mother shrugged it off, gave a kiss to her little one (albiet with more slappage) and walked out the door.

This of course, left Karma sitting boredly on the couch with Ilistala at the base.
The boy pushed his bottom from one of the cushions eagerly, and landed with a loud plop! beside the flame haired girl.

Ilistala
Ten minutes went by, featuring Stala just...sitting there, still gripping her toes, Stala wiggling on her a**, Stala slaping the carpets with her palms, and, most exciting(!), Stala leaning against the couch, pouting. She probably would've fallen asleep, and the day would've been so easy and quiet, but the opening slam of a door snatched her from the warm hands of slumber.

A dark-haired woman with scary horns rushed in, carrying a little boy with mis-matched eyes. He looked either extremely unhappy, or darkly amused. The horned lady yelled some things, alot like ma did before she left, kissed the little boy, whose name was apparently 'Honey', and zoomed out the door. ... Kay.

That left Stala and Honey, all alone in the Benedict Center. When Honey slid down the side of the couch to sit next to her, Ilistala inched away a little. Normally cheery, or at least just happy to be outside playing with others, this little boy sparked a feeling of strong annoyance. Being only a baby, having not matured to learn how to express yourself (or at least just hide your feelings), Ilistala voiced her feelings towards Honey by not voicing them at all: she climbed to her feet, grunting at the effort it caused her short little legs, stood in front of Honey, and gave him a good kick in the knee.

Love at first sight.

Karma Rum
Karma had looked around a bit, feeling forgotten in the drab atmosphere of the center. There was absolutely nothing going on. No television (which usually spewed boring adult talk anyway), no prettylights, no toys, no anything...

Which led the toddler to the next point. 'Oooh, what was that burning fire of hellgirl! sitting beside me?' With a curious glance, he noticed that said candle head was up for some odd reason... and she was drawing back her leg? Karma could only wonder with excitement what would happen next. She was kind of pretty after all; and oooh, she had these wingly things on her back that were pretty neat-o-

... Ow. Ow ow ow. OW WHAT THE HELL, CANDLE HEAD.

The boy had stared at his leg for a moment, his eyes overshadowed by his dark hair, before there came some god aweful noise from his mouth. It sounded like a scream, but much, much angrier.

"AHHHHASHAHSDKLASDKAH;'WEOD!!!"

After that little bit, the toddler flailed wildly at the girl, making sure to try and hit her as hard as his pudgy fists could. The only thought that rang through his mind was: [CANDLE HEAD GO BOOM]

Ah, the battle of wounded knee?

Ilistala
Indeed, the battle of the wounded knee. Who would win? It was a tough match. Would it be tiny, brave Honey with his little...boomerang...thing and nasty personality? Or would it be Ilistala, the emobodiment of fire and all things destructive. Who knew?

The point was, Honey had landed quite a few punches, one of them even on Stala's mouth. She had begun thrashing along with Honey once he tried to hit her, and when he succesfully did, Ilistala abruptly stopped, and when that happened, she lost her balance. She started toppling backwards, pinwheeling her arms and trying to nurse a slowly throbbing lip at the same time. No such luck. The Shattered toddler fell to the floor with a muffled "oof!"

She sat there, blinking in the living room, staring above Honey's head and waiting for someone to come along and scold this wretched thing for being a very naughty boy. But when a few moments of silence went on, after she had fallen on her rear, Stala decided no one would come to her aid today. Figures, all adults are lazy bastards...especially momma...

Anyway. Ilistala reached forward to soothe Honey, if he was still madly flailing his arms. If not, then her fingers would probably end up splayed on his face. "Urcha," she stated firmly, moving her other arm to rest alongside the first arm, "ahwaaaaah." A tiny baby frown would spread Stala's lips, as if to say "you're dumb, please let me put my hands on your face to teach you how to be smarter".

Karma Rum
The toddler didn't feel satisfied that Stala had fallen over and gotten hurt from his thrashings. For some reason, he felt more punishment should be dealt out... in fact, he had started to hit himself because he was flailing so hard, which was really not his cup of tea.

Damn you fat little sticks, he commanded to his arms, decided the best course of action was to spin them in the other direction to get them to stop.

Not that he actually thought those words, but hey. They were to the same effect.

When all that windmilling crap finally died down- ow, the knee. The toddler abrubtly forgot the rage he had felt not two seconds earlier to bend over and rub the already forming bruise.

Now, that was taken care of... what was he doing again?

Looking up just in time to let Stala put her hands on his face (and nearly poke him in the eye), Karma kind of just stopped everything. The room was deathly silent except for the occassional cuss word flying in from the window, or the other toddler's baby grumbles.

Well, this was awkward.

"Awaa..." he muttered through pudgy fingers, confused.

Ilistala
Annoyance could best describe Stala at that moment: Honey was sitting there, her fingers in his face, looking downright confused. Confused! How could you be confused when she was only trying to explain to him that he was very dumb and needed to be taught a lesson? Sheesh, boys are stupid!

Stala rocked herself a little bit closer to Karma, removing her hands to place them at her sides, where they would pick and pull at the carpeted floor. "Awaa," she mimicked, puffing her lips to pout. This wasn't fun at all! Honey here was just being...being...a brat! Yeah!

"BAHT!" Ilistala suddenly shrieked, launching herself forward to tackle Honey. If succesful, Stala would sit there, primly, on the boy's tummy. Probably bounce around a few times, but other than that, just chill.

Karma Rum
For a few moments, Karma thought things were going to die down. He could probably scoot away from Candle Head and go do... something, like lick the wall. Hmm... the wall?

But then, he noticed, that Candle Head was diving for him like some hellish vulture. And god, she looked smarmy about it.

Karma shrieked, landing back with a hard thud as Ilistala sat primly on his chest. OW, what the ********!?

"Ouch," the toddler murmered, glaring daggers up at Candle Head. He tried shoving her off with his pudgy arms, hoping to all that was holy that this two ton cow, and he told her that, "Moo!" -

-Would permit him to breathe normally again.
"OFF!" he shrieked, "MOO OFF!"

Ilistala
Moo off? What the hell was that? Ilistala narrowed her eyes, digging her lower half harder into Honey's surely aching chest. "MOO OFF!" she mirrored, jabbing the boy in the forehead. She stopped, suddenly, arms in the air, and, again, casually waited around for any oncoming adults. And again, none came.

In that moment, it hit Stala exactly what moo off meant: you big fat cow, get off me. Mixed feelings of hurt and irriation flickering behind her eyes, Ilistala abruptly leaned forward, angry and upset at being called a cow, a painful revenge quite possibly in store for Honey, and--

--she licked him right on the nose. What?

"Meanie," she whimpered, rolling off Honey's chest to the floor. She sat there, dejected, silently willing the little meaniehead away.

Karma Rum
What? What!? Karma was no fatty, though in reality he was. He angrily blew spit bubbles up at Candle Head until she decided it was time to play: "Smash the aquaintance's innards!"

"OW!" Karma squealed, starting to writhe. God, why were girls such incredibly complex creatures? Why did they like to inflict pain upon the living? WHY DID HE HAVE TO CALL HER MOO.

That made him think of his little cow plushie at home, Mr. Moo. Mr. Moo would not be pleased that Karma seemed to be marrying him to a candle.

And at that moment, Karma felt something slimy lick his nose. Now that shut him up. What was this? Day at the circus? Bobo was hungry now, was that it?

Uggggggh.

"Nooooose..." Karma whined with his first breath of air, cradling it and making sizzling noises with his mouth. The acid, the pain, the horror!
The toddler pretended to melt into a pile of goo on the benedict center floor.

Oh what a world!

Ilistala
What a world, what a world. Hey, wait, we already said that. Shut up! Oh, sorry.

Ilistala harrumphed, as if she were an wife angry at her husband's complete idiocy over not buying roses on their honeymoon. Honestly, some people! She suddenly climbed to her feet and stomped a circle around Karma's body--or the pile of goo; it all depended on who was looking at who.

"NOT MOO! NOT MOO! NOT MOO!" she howled, punctuating each pause in the chant to stamp her feet a little harder. "HONEY IS NAUGHTY BOY! NAUGHTY BOY! MEANIE HONEY MOOMOO!"

Stala abruptly stopped the little show to flail her hands in Karma's face again, frowning. "Kiss?"

Kiss? What?

Apparently, the Shattered desired a kiss to make the situation all better. Deliver, Honey, deliver!

She held her arms out in the air, waiting for the soothing smooch of healyness.

Karma Rum
If there was one thing Karma would come to hate in the future years, it would be women. Especially candle headed bossy assed bipolar hellion women.

As the ritualistic chant grew louder and harder, the little toddler grew afraid to move. If he moved his arms wrong, this cult-ist would probably smash it in.
Somehow.

Oh dear lord up in heaven, if he ever lived through this he'd promise never to call any girl a Moo ever again.

And it seemed his prayers had been answered when Stala stopped to smother his face in her grimy little palms, asking for a kiss.
Kiss, what?

"Moos no kiss," he found himself saying with sick satisfaction, blatantly going against his promise once his mouth was free from the hands, "You big fat UGLY YUCKY MOO!"

oh.
oh damn.
He was going to hell for that one.

Ilistala
There was a long, long pause after Honey delivered the sneaky blow. Ilistala, her arms now limp at her sides, only stared at Honey, her eyes wide, her jaw hanging open and almost swaying in the nonexistent breeze. What the hell? A big fat ugly yucky moo? What?

Tears began to well up in Stala's eyes, but she wiped them away once they started. She would not give Honey the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She would, however, beat his a** to a pulp.

Shrieking, the Shattered toddler formed one chubby hand into a fist and sent it hurling towards the offending boy's face, all the while belting out:

"STALA NOT YUCKY! STALA NOT YUCKY! STALA NOT YUCKEEEE!"

Karma Rum
Karma grew smarmier by the moment, clearly enjoying the look on Ilistala's face. Ah, the wonders of being a little terror... if she dropped her cupcake, he'd be there to smash it. If she was examining stinging nettle, he'd be there to push her in. If the other toddler had a party, he'd be the one to crash it.

His little ego was deflated, however, when he saw what seemed to be Ilistala's fist rove towards his own face in slow motion. With astonishingly quick perception, the toddler thought of his options.
Dodge, or dodge?

The problem with slow motion is that your own body parts can't get out of their way.
Karma screamed as was punched square in the jaw, a feat no mortal had yet accomplished. The hit was so hard, in fact, that the toddler found himself flying backward to land on his a**.

Oh, Stala was yucky. VERY yucky.

Unlike Stala, however, Karma was not unused to crying in front of others because of tantrums. So hell, why not start one up now? The conditions were ideal. Temperature, weather, butch toddler who had just smacked him one...

The flailing, screaming, and crying ensued. The toddler was so loud and so violent, that he managed to knock over a cookie jar that was on the table.
When the ******** did that get there?
Whatever. Back to channel tantrum.

Ilistala
When Honey began his freakishly loud crying and tantruming, Ilistala was, at first, taken aback. What the hell was wrong with this kid? All she did was hit him, but only after he called her a mean name. It was only fair, really! An eye for an eye! ...whatever that meant.

Crossing her arms, Ilistala glared at the crying Honey, quite fed up with his baby-like behavior and vowing never to act such a way. That is, until the whole severity of the situation was realized, and Stala felt tears welling up in her eyes again. Frustrated, she tried to wipe them away once more, but succeeded in only adding fuel to the fire.

The Shattered toddler abruptly sat down on the floor and started bawling, kicking her feet, and generally having a hissyfit. Why? Your guess is as good as mine.

Karma Rum
Karma managed to quiet down just enough so that he could spot the one thing no adult ever wanted a little kid to find- a knocked over cookie jar, the sweet, sweet contents spewed over the Benedict floor. He could have continued and began a tantrum war with the little hell that had just smacked him one [not that he didn't deserve it...], and he should have- but hey, junk food?

The toddler immediately stopped to an abrupt few sniffles, giving a glare and a wary pout Stala's way, before starting his own little trek.
And what he found was glorious, heavenly nectar! Candle head could just continue her ranting for all he cared.

Karma picked up a broken cookie, and began earnestly nibbling on the chocoulate chip goodness, letting the crumbs dribble down his mouth and get in his lap.

Ilistala
When the thought that Honey was going to do nothing about her new temper tantrum dawned on her, Ilistala turned off the tears like a faucet, only not as clean: several tears still dripped out of her eyes, and the hiccuping, an important ingredient in any hissyfit, still plagued her for several more minutes.

Finally calmed down enough, Stala huffed a sigh and watched Karma quit his fit on the floor and pick up a cookie. What a moron! He was obviously copying her--hey, wait. Cookie? Cookie! Stala squealed and hopped over to Karma on her rear end, far too lazy to get up and walk. She snatched a cookie off the dirty, linty rug and began her own delightful snack. Cookies are awesome.

Several seconds passed, and Ilistala grew bored. "Cookie?" she said, offering a a half-eaten, slobber-infested cookie to Honey. As if there wasn't enough on the floor and in the jar. Maybe she was trying to make peace? Yay!

Karma Rum
Karma noticed Stala stop and come over, and for that he grew a little more thankful. And hey! She even followed to cookieville. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all...

Karma threw his own cookie away after several moments, half out of boredom and fullness himself. It wasn't until he saw Ilistala offering her own cookie, that he smiled, crumbs still smeared on his face.

A peace treaty! Brilliant!

The toddler took part of the cookie the girl was offering and managed to break it into an even smaller half, taking the corner he was offered with a sage nod. Seems Candle Head was finally wising up!

"Fends," Karma burbled in toddler talk, shoving the slobbery, linty mess into his mouth. Not that he particularly wanted to eat it... but it seemed necessary.

And now they were friends, somehow. In that caveman-esque way of punching each other to pulps and then becoming best friends.

Ilistala
Of course it was necessary to eat the dreaded cookie of slobbery doom! Honey and her were practically best friends forever! Squealing when her offering was accepted, Stala popped the other half of cookie into her mouth, chewing and munching and spewing tiny wet chunks into the air with unabashed glee.

"Stala," the toddler said once her snack was done, tapping her chest and finally deeming it an appropriate time to introduce herself. "Honey like cookie?" She swiped another cookie off the carpet and munched on it, eagerly awaiting Honey's answer. "Nother?"

Karma Rum
"Honey?" Karma said with a bit of suprise, not really understanding what she was referring to. Well.. what was a honey? He supposed they liked cookies, and if they didn't- wait, was she offering him another cookie?

"Kahma," he responded firmly, tapping his chest. His eyes were staring at Stala curiously, like she was some sort of animal that was likely to get rabies any moment, and coming tearing at him with viscious... cookie. Hm, cookie. To eat, or not to eat?

Luckily, the toddler didn't have to say anything to the girl. At that moment, a familiar figure came striding in through the Benedict door. Karma looked up, but he wasn't really looking at the person who just came in. He noticed that the sun was setting outside.
What the hell took so long?

"Karma~" Bani hummed with a suppressed sort of smile, coming closer, "There you are!"

The toddler just stared in absolute terror. He had hoped that by staying relatively close to the couch would conceal him from this...

"Come on-"
"No."
"Hey, who's your friend? Don't you want to say goodbye?"
"No."
" 'No'?"
"No."
"Oh boy."

Bani forcefully hauled the toddler up into her arms, sensing that a tirade of thrashing and screaming was going to ensue very quickly. She gave a silent "ohmygod how did you TAME him" glance to Stala, before dragging Karma out.
Just before the boy was out the door, however, he grinned at Candle head sitting on the floor, and gave a cheeky little wave.

Five seconds later, the tantrum started.
And they were gone.

Ilistala
Nodding when Honey seemed to question his own name (that was what the Creepy Horned Lady called him, so that had to be his name, no ifs, ands, or buts), Stala polished off her second cookie and wiped her fingers across the dirty carpet, ridding them of crumbs but adding lint and germs.

She reached forward for another cookie, perhaps this time an oatmeal, or hell, maybe even one of those Keebler fudge cookies because those weird little elves were funny looking and Stala always wanted to crush their heads between her fingers, but she stopped when Karma finally gave out his real name. Obtaining her sugary desire, she popped the whole thing into her mouth and looked up, opening her mouth and chewing to respond.

But she was cut off, however, when the Creepy Horned Lady finally came back. What the hell? Watching the verbal death match between mother and son, Ilistala hiccuped, swallowed her blob of saliva-drenched cookie, and stared right back at Bani when she received the special look. What? Was there something on her face? Wiping an arm under her chin and finding nothing but a long-forgotten string of drool, the Shattered toddler waved right back at Karma before the both of them left.

Well then, that was fun! What now?

There wasn't much to do, really, except wait, and that was exactly what Ilistala did. About ten minutes later, Ioyla poked her head between the door and its frame, exhausted, her cheeks tinted pink and a particularly nasty cut on her chin. That fist fight with the security guard at the office building wasn't exactly a good idea... "Stala, y'ready t'go?"

Ilistala perked when Ma came calling, and she crawled to her feet, toddling over to the door and babbling with each step. "Ma, I met Kahma!"

Lifting a brow, the young demon snatched her child out the daycare center and tore the shirt off her belly, blowing raspberries. Ilistala screamed and laughed, squirming to get away from the pleasureable torture, but no such thing happened. Finally, Ioyla stopped just long enough to hoist Stala up and into her arms. "You want some Skettios for dinner?" she asked, stroking the back of Stala's head.

"Whashape?" the toddler fired back.

"Uh. Batman."

"Kay," she agreed, resting her head on her mother's shoulder. Carrying her daughter, who was only slightly full from the cookie feast, Ioyla and Ilistala made their way back to Aekea.

... finished ...

Trundlebug

IRL Noob

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