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((Yeah, been a while. But I have RP that Noz and I worked on while at work a while ago. Just never got around to typing it all up. ^_-))

Key:
Patrick, Iamel, Akilah - Indigo
Freija, Elegant Trogan - Green


"Stop it! Iamel - goddamit! AKILAH! No!" The black man was waddling (yes, waddling) after his meerkat and oldest son, rubbing his swollen stomach. His voice was a groan outload, especially after Akilah cackled and other wise ignored him.

The meerkat reeled back his naked, clawed foot and kicked at his soccerball. Iamel dove for his smaller brothers toy but missed - it soared past him.

Iamel swore, darting after the toy with a whine.

"Iamel, stop it! We're at the beach, not a damn skate rink!"

"I need the ball!"

A lone soccerball, slowly colliding into the slate stone the women stood dragged the women's attention away from her ocean view gaze.

Two small children and a large black man were approaching her position.

He obsessed tropical bird began to twitter around madly as, after a second glance, one of the boys with wings approached.

"Ahh, here birdie. Leave them alone." She called out in fake desperation. Picking up the soccerball she stepped off the end of the jetty and began to walk towards them.

"I believe this is your ball, and ignore my bird." She said with a smile, as she lightly drop kicked the ball towards the winged boy.

Iamel paused when he saw the womans bird, eyes narrowing suspiciously. As the saying went, was she a good witch or a bad witch?

Either way, Akilah didn't cave. She had his soccerball! His claws reached out to grab at the toy, a grin painting the meerkats muzzle.

"Thanks! Dawdie said I shouldn't kick it so far but Iamel-"

"Which one is he?" The bird interrupted his sibling rather abruptly, pushing past the indignant meerkat. "He's one of Shanuh's, isn't he?"

"Iamel! Stop that! Not every bird is from The Bird Cage."

"He is." The woodpecker snarked, "He's one of us. Aren't you?"

The last part was said to the bird directly.

Erriatated by the rudness of this other bird, the Elegant Trogan came to a hovering hault before Iamel.

"I'm not one of anyone." The trogan declared in defiance. With a loud cry, the bird flew back to Freija and landed soundlessly on her shoulder.

"You're one of Us." Iamel snorted out, skinny arms folding over his chest. "Like me and Diacyn- Dax, Savius and Xaxis, all of them. We're the Birds."

"Stop sounding like a creepy slasher film." Patrick huffed, grabbing his son, lips quirking into a frown. "Sorry about him. He's just... a grump."

Freija listened inerestedly. This winged child 'yelled' at her bird like they had conversed together when all she had heard was inconsistant, meaningless squacking.

"Wait. Did you just say "The Birds-"? Of course mine is a bird, but he said it like there was more power behind it. Something of higher value. Like a small crack in the ocean floor may soon lead to a fault line than a volcano."

The Trogan puffed out his feathers at Freija's wording.

"You need a ******** boyfriend, b***h." It said with a huff.

"Yes. The Birds." I amel faulters a little, head cocking to the side. By this time, Akilah had lost interest, running up the 'jetties' and scrambling up the stone. "He should remember flying with all of us. ...Don't you? We're a flock!"

"Psh, flock. Who are you trying to kid? You were a bunch of loud and erritating kretchen. I stayed far away from your 'flock'. Or more like a gaggle. You were just as annoying as geese."

"Why are you so loud all of a sudden?" Feija protested, only hearing loud squacks and flaps from the bird on her shoulder.

"Because he's being a b***h." The woodpecker snarked. He reached over, middle finger bent to his thumb, as if to flick the smaller being.

"Iamel." Patrick's voice was a warning growl, grabbing his sons wrist and dragging him back. "I have no clue what they're saying but my name is Patrick, miss. This is Iamel and the fuzzy one was Akilah. You are?"

"Why you little -" Feija interrupted the birds squacking with a wave of her hand and with a smile reached out to clasp the others in greeting.

"Freija. It's a pleasure to meet you Patrick. And your kids." She said smiling to the others. "I appologize for my birds, rude behavior. I really don't know what's wrong with him. I picked him up at this weird birdshop and haven't know what to do with him and his behavior. I'm use to takeing care of fish." She said with a grin.

"Well... it's not exactly like fish." Patrick laughed nervously, head shaking as he glanced to his grumbling son. "They turn into... sproglets like this." He nodded down at Iamel.

Iamel glared at the woman. "I'm a woodpecker."

"You are, are you?" She said with a cheerful smile to the young boy in front of her. She knelt down on her haunches to be at eye level. "And can you fly with those colorful wings of yours as well?"

Surely, she was mocking him. Adults did that, didn't they? When they thought the kids - or animals - were brainless, they became condescending.

His wings flared out, a growl leaving his throat. "No." The woodpecker sneered. "They're too small right now. Can you stop treating me like I'm ******** retarded, woman. I'm not. I'm Iamel and my best friend will ninja your a**."

"Hey, you little s**t! My human was doing nothing of the sort! So shut your ******** mouth or I'll drown yo-" The trogan was cut off by a pull on his tail feathers.

"My appologies youngman. It's not often I get to meet such a strong youngman like yourself. Myst be due to the father." She said with a glance at Patrick. Standing back up, still holding onto the spaztic trogan, she looked around for the other boy. "And where is the other littly guy?"

"My Shiniee has nothing to do with my wings." Iamel's voice was a grumble now, getting dragged back to the Shiniee in question.

"Sorry, again. He's- Iamel, stop. The thing is that Shanah, the weird guy you got the Bird from? He didn't tell you everything. That bird is going to become a little boy, like Iamel. Iamel was a gold-fronted wood pecker but he turned into... this."

"I pwn at DDR." The Bird supplied helpfully. "Diacyn was an owl, Savius was a raptor and Xaxis was a crow. Now we're boys - I am not litttle."

Despite being pint-sized compared to the rest of the Birds...

Freija stopped at this.

"Did he just say that my bird is going to turn into a child like that!" She had to pause to consider this. "Wait... are you trying to tell me that my bird is going to one day turn into a little boy like Iamel here? If that's the case I don't think I can do this. I don't need a kid. I live in a tiny apartment and work in a cubicle. I can't have a kid! I can't even stand having a boyfriend, let alone a kid!"

She had grown rather panic struck by all this.

"Teh, you're stuck with me whether you like it or not, wench." The trogan tattered as he nipped at her ear.

"Yeah." Patrick blinked. "I'm saying that he's going to turn into a boy."

"Shiniee screamed," Iamel put forth once again, "like a little kid. Then he hid behind his desk."

Freija let out a giggle at this.

"I think anyone would be a little taken back by their bird suddenly transforming into a small winged child." She than picked up her trogan from her shoulder so it perched comfertably on her index finger.

"So you're going to turn into a boy sometime. You better get to fishing. Otherwise you're going to be a very bored little boy." She said with a chuckle.

"Annoying b***h." The bird fluttered.

"Or you could make friends with Iamel and Akilah and they can come out sometime for a boat ride." She smiled to Patrick.

Iamel paused at that. "A boat? Like in The Odessey? Do we get to go on a long adventure and see witches and monsters and kill suitors?"

"...Iamel, you have to stop reading things over 2,000 years old." Patrick's voice was dry.

"But it was good, Shiniee."

"That's not the point."

"C'n I go anyway?"

"Not untill the twins are born."

Hesitation. "You suck."

Freija was impressed by this. The Odyssey was a tough read.

"Well aren't you the-" she stopped mid-sentence. "Twins?" She made a quick glance to the buldge of Patrick's stomach but quickly looked away and decided this was one of the better times not to question things.

"Well, than, congratulations. When are you expecting?" She asked like a man becoming pregnant was in no way out of the ordinary. After all she did just run into a winged boy and a meerkat humanoid child.

Her glance to his abdomen made the dark man grin, laughing under his breath. "That's what I looked like when I found out too. Don't ask - long and complicated. But I'm due... any day now, really. Doxc says since I'm male there's no set gestation and to wait it out."

Iamel blinked up at the bird on Freija, quirking a brow. " Do you have any siblings? I have nine."

Freija nodded in understanding. A look of serious consideration on her face at the oddities of the day, and how she was going to have a deep conversation with her friend at the office tommorrow morning.

The trogan puffed out it's ticked chest and turned up it's head to the woodpecker.

"Teh. If I did have any siblings, which I don't, they wouldn't nearly be as annoying as you."

"Why are you so loud and obnoxious today?"

The trogan puffed at his humans mock erriation. It wasn't his fault she was dull-witted to his superior speech.

"Keep up the attitude, and I'll have your wings clipped."

But... he might hust let that slide... a little.

((Yeah, so we get bored at work sometimes. ^^ But yeah, there is some RP for you. This was done a while ago as Patrick has had his twins already and Iamel has recently grown to a teen! Woo! But ignore the timespan. ^_-))

Key:
Trelanz - Green
Freija - Black

With a sigh and a hot cup of coffee in hand, Freija took a seat on her bed and pulled over her laptop. She had been meaning to get to writing in her journal but just kept putting it off. If it wasn't her job suddenly adding on hours to her work load, it was the new kid that was in the spare room down the hall from her own.

Apparently, Trelanz was her Elegant Trogan she had recieved from that shop, and somehow he had turned into a tiny winged child. A child with a psychotic, masochist like personality. He had his bedroom decked with frames of pinned up butterflies. Still confused on the whole matter and just letting it swing along on it's path she decided against having him change the decor of his bedroom.

Taking a sip of her coffee, she sat it down on her nightstand and began typing in her laptop.



Her laptop jossled on her lap as her door suddenly flew open. Trelanz stood there with a hammer in his left hand, resting it on his shoulder.

"Ahh, good evening, Trelanz. I thought you were asleep. It's past midnight." Her voice came with a slight jump to it in the beginnning.

"I'm going down to the garage. I'll be up in a little while." He said generically. He than disappeared from the doorway and his soft footsteps were heard going down the stairs.

Closing the top of her laptop, she placed it on her desk and returned to the bed. Having second thoughts about staying up.

'If he decides to kill me, at least I'll be asleep.'

***

'Freakish women. She acts like she's never seen a hammer before.' Rounding the corner. Trelanz moved to the door to the garage and squeaked it open. Flicking on the light he moved into the cluttered garage and headed to his corner. A giant dropcloth was draped over an oddly shaped structure underneath.

Placing the hammer on the tool table he pulled out a roll of paper and started going over it. Than moving to the dropcloth, he lifted a portion of it and beneath was the start of a strong frame to a row boat.

He had the idea when he came across the garage for the first time. Apparently her father had come by one day and because she was never using the garage, he had used it as storage. She didn't mind and he had said that anything in there was hers as well. So, if Trelanz wanted to work in there than he was allowed seeing as... Trelanz was hers?

Writing down a few notes as to what he would need to do for the next day while she was at work, he tossed the cloth back over the remainder of the frame and put away his notes. Grabbing his nailgun, he clipped it to his belt and headed back to the house. There was a damn squirrel that had decided to attack the bird feeder outside his window every morning. He never liked squirrels anyways.