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 Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 12:28 pm
"Ohhh." He sighed, viewing her upside down. "Moi does not understand the paranoid little mind of sweetbytes." His tail swished about rhythmically without pause. "Perhaps I am at fault." He said, putting a thoughtful finger to his chin. "But when I told them they were food, I meant descriptively, really, like a statement."
The tail went swish.
"Like if I say...'you're a cat'. Or 'you're a shrimp.'" The carpet scuffled softly as he shrugged. "They're sweet-heads. Literally. Are they not?"
"I just want to settle our...misunderstandings. Affectionately."
The Cheshire grin was oddly menacing flipped vertically.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 6:10 pm
Colton squeaked at the addition of small creatures to his weight, but kept still and even gathered Ganymede closer to him. The puppy boy sat down right where he was, shushing the small critter and rocking him back and forth. He occasionally looked up to listen to the conversation between the two feline Hytes, but didn't pay too much attention to the words.
The boy spoke up when he heard Maxwell speak. "I don't mind being a shrimp if it keeps the Bytes safe," he said, blinking as he gazed at the older Hyte, who was laying on his back. "Besides," Colt continued, rubbing the Bytes' belly, "you shouldn't depend on others to solve any misunderstandings that you have; it's not our job to fix your life and relationships." The boy sounded as if he had heard it many times before.
The blond boy stood, totting the critter in the crook of his arm to sneak closer to Demi's chair. He didn't want the other Byte to get in trouble, so he was just trying to get him out of the trouble area near the woman's working zone. "Psst. Hey, you," the canine Hyte whispered.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 2:12 am
"I can hear you, Master Colton," Demi snapped, never looking away from the screen as her fingers tapped a rapid staccato across the keyboard, "and I am well-aware of this miscreant's presence - a presence that, you might have surmised, is woefully ill-advised. You are most welcome to bear her away from here...I was just about to dispatch Charon" - indicating the Gingerbyte perched next to her monitor, solemnly ticking entries off a list that bore the messy marks of Maxx's ad hoc handwriting as the text on the screen ribboned on - "to perform the same deed. And I am not particularly responsible," here she finally paused in her industry, turning to look at the canine Hyte with a sharp glint in her eye, "for where Charon ferries her to."
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 7:47 am
Callisto heard a rumbling from above her. In her sleepiness she plopped off the chair leg and started to wander aimlessly around in a half-drunken stupor. Sadly, she was headed right toward Max.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 9:49 am
"Canines. Aren't you self-righteous little buggers." He purred, a gentle rumbling. "I thought you puppies were supposed to be all helpful and sweet and stuff. Maybe you're just intimidated by big, handsome creatures, so unlike your crustacean self. I think - " he flipped and pulled his claws along the carpet.
" - I shall make your job easier." A flash of shadow twisted, leapt and pounced onto the stray, dazed magenta Byte, who instantaneously snapped out of its stupor. She scrambled to no avail - a quick, clawless swipe landed her in Maxwell's right paw. It seemed time froze; he held her there, the gleam of his gold irises reflected in her eyes.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 12:26 pm
Callisto froze, her ears starting to unravel.......
(((Muh babies!! You are going to eat muh babies!!! *lol*)))
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 3:20 pm
His jaws opened, the fangs glinted under the hot flourescent of the HyTech lights. He could hear Demi's typing slow deliberately, the Byte's little candied body shiver in his grasp.
His rough tongue rolled out of the cavity and ran up Callisto's leg.
"Hmm."
The minute hooks captured the soft sugar off the little being.
"You really are sugary."
His tongue darted over his lips, his eyes rolled up to the ceiling in thought. Another lick was conducted.
"In fact, I think you taste like grape, actually." He said, looking down at the faint little Byte. "That's interesting."
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 5:54 pm
Colton froze at the stern words of Demi, nearly clutching at the Byte in his grasp. "Y-yes, ma'am!" he said, about to reach out for the discussed-Byte, only to find that it had disappeared. Blinking and backing away from the desk and going back towards the Hytes and Bytes, the puppy boy only just spotted the older jaguar Hyte as he licked Ruthie's Byte, though he'd heard Maxwell's earlier comment.
"I am helpful, but you're not that - Hey! Don't eat 'em! That's bad! Stop!" Colton stumbled over as quickly as he could to the jaguar. His still adjusting legs were rather useless when it came to acting quickly to what his brain sent to them. Aunt Ruthie is going to be very angry with me, he thought to himself.
Once he stood in front of the other male Hyte, Colt wasn't sure what to do; he knew from what he could tell of Maxwell's personality that he wouldn't listen to a younger Hyte like Colton, so yelling was useless. "Please...?" he asked, trying what Mom and 'Mena called his pout.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 6:19 pm
Stepping out of the car was challenging enough. Triane frowned as he tried to recover from each faltering step as he entered the room. Walking was a lot harder than flying, and if there was one thing Triane missed the most about being a full fledged bird was the power of his wings. He flapped his arms weakly, knowing he'd only be disappointed.
'well,' he thought 'at least the feathers are still there to make me look fashionable.'
Only then did Triane look up to study his surroundings. Everything and everyone was unfamiliar to the bird. He had never been lonely since he hatched from the tube, for he was at Anarahk's side at all times. Because of the bond he had with his mother, Triane was less than willing to come visit the lab and familiarize himself with the other hytes. He quietly muttered a word of regret for not coming to the Christmas party, and wondered just how he was supposed to make friends, especially without the help of his mother.
'... I'm not even asking for friends. Even just acquaintances will do.'
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 8:10 pm
'Mena had frozen just like the tiny creatures in her grasp as Maxwell licked the little Byte, slightly in awe of his sheer nonchalance but mostly kind of in fear for the poor little creature. But Colt, of course, was better on the uptake in these sort of situations, and she noted his pout with an approving nod. Of course, she didn't like it to be used on her, but she had to admit it was usually really, really effective. But Maxwell...would it work?
Her attention was distracted by the swoosh of the opening doors, and the Hyte with feathers entering looking like it hadn't quite been his idea to come there. But those feathers... 'Mena found herself fascinated and unabashedly stared at the unfamiliar Hyte. After a few moments, she recovered slightly enough to glance quickly back at the others, figuring Colt had the situation well in hand, and then smiled cheerfully at Triane. "Hello~ My name's Philomena. And the puppy's Colton and the really mean jaguar guy is Maxwell. What's yours?" Her tail, with Io still in tow, twitched almost excitedly at the thought of another new playmate. Hopefully one that would band together with her and Colt and even Desi too against Maxwell.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 1:21 am
"Get a hold of yourself, yeesh." He said, looking up in disgust. "Isn't it supposed to be friendly? Like the way you dogs slobber over everything in goodwill and affection? I'm not going to bite bits of her off, if that's what you're thinking."
Callisto's body seemed to go limp at the suggestion.
"I'm a wild animal bound by rules," a disgruntled grunt. "And I am unfortunately well domesticated. I can't eat her. She'd kill me." A rough tilt of his head gestured abstractly to Demi, who had gone back to robotic touch-typing.
His gaze travelled back at the wibbling puppy. "And don't try the wishywashy puppyeyes on me. I might've been succeptible to that if I was, yannow, neutered." Sensing that the little boy might be rather hurt, he added graciously, "besides, it's not that it's not potent - but you do know I live with a bunny, who excel at cute appeal and begging. It's an iron will that keeps him cha - I mean, me safe."
"Anyhow, it's just tasting." He set the Byte down gently after taking another lick. "You guys are seriously so virtuous you never even thought of giving them a lick to see how they'd taste like? She tastes like grape! So maybe Gany - he's that green one with you Colt," he said preemptively, "tastes like lime. Why don't you give him a friendly lick? 'swhat you dogs do."
"You give Io a game go too, 'Mena." His claw pointed authoritatively. "Could taste like orange. If they're exotic, may even taste like mandarin orange."
He prodded Callisto softly. "It's not as good as a bite - which wouldn't matter since they regenerate - but a lick is pretty good for the taste. Aren't you happy to know these facts?" He grinned. "Now you know that I can't eat you, you regenerate and you taste like grape."
His attention was diverted by the slight whoosh of the sliding doors, and the subsequent somewhat sulky bird boy's entrance.
"His name is Triane, 'Mena." He said, overfriendly. "And boy is he gonna be a handsome bugger when he grows up. Good to see you, Triane." He gave a game smile. "Mena's introduction put in erroneous information and left out important aspects. I'm your respected elder, Maxwell. And resident stylish feline." He added.
"It takes a lot to coordinate jaguar rosettes, you know."
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 8:44 am
Io felt like he was on spin cycle in the washer, being attached to Mena's gyrating tail. Finally he could stand no more and fell to the floor where he gracelessly passed out.
Ganymede could only stare in total shock from Colton's arms while Maxwell licked Callisto. Granted, he always wondered what she tasted like to. Gany often found sweet excuses to clean under his fingernails or behind his ears. But he wouldn't EVER do anything like that! It was just rude.
Callisto fainted dead away at the total intrusion of her sugary little wrapper. Maybe she would dream of fields filled with butterflies and honey sticks. Being a Byte was hard work.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 9:50 am
"Oh for -" He groaned as the little sweethead thumped onto the floor. "Dammit, come on, nothing's gonna happen if I lick or or if I eat you! Or if anyone eats you! Charon!" He called, agitated and snarling. "Charon, you come here and show the n00bs what happens."
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 10:20 am
Charon rolled his dark currant eyes and hopped off the table as Demi shrugged, continuing with the work alone. With a clip in his step that definitively meant 'not happy', he made his way to Maxwell, tutting at him with an arm, the other on his hip - an arm that he proceeded to briskly snap off and stick out at the jaguar.
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