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 Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 12:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 12:14 pm
Yummy! Ophelia Vorian Patroclus sat rather loosely in the park, staring with a little moue on her face at a small Peep she'd nicked from Stray's house. Vo, as friends and family knew her, felt a bit under the weather today, because there was this yummy candy right here and she wanted to eat it except... except... except... Except she didn't know why she couldn't eat it. She just couldn't. She was supposed to wait for someone to come and ask about it. Dyta, who'd caught her nicking it, said so. Vo pouted, dangling the sugary, yummy marshmellow treat over her head, and watched the passers-by in Durem Memorial Park give her strange looks.
It just so happened that Mordread King was wandering around the park quietly. A rather perturbed little twittery bird, a king fisher to be more specific, was trying to eat him from it's perch on his shoulder. More specifically - his hair. It was odd enough that king fishers weren't generally seen in these parts, but the boy with cat-ears, considering cats were birds natural enemies, was TALKING to it. His white tail was twitching irritably, as well, so something was NOT going the way he had planned it.
Beady little eyes on the bird zoned in on the white peeps and he flew immediately over to Ophelia, chirping rather excitedly. Food! It wasn't fish, but it was FOOD. And that stupid cat hadn't fed him yet.
"God damnit, Dax!" Mordread called, jogging after the twittering nitwit of a son. Well, what he knew would eventually become his son, "Sorry miss..." He murmured as he made it to where she was sitting and managed to grab his bird, forcefully putting it on his shoulder again.
Ophelia blinked widely up at Mordread. "Hello there, little bird." she said to the kingfisher, red eyes huge behind thick glasses. "Were you going to eat this candy? ^_^ I'm afraid you can't, because Dyta said not to. <3~" Staring up at the man with the bird, Ophelia noticed the cat ears and gasped. "YOU LOOK LIKE A KITTY~!" she giggled, her Peeps-free hand fingering her scalpel.
Mordread's green eyes blinked at the crazy lady and he reached up to stroke at the bird - who promptly nipped at him with his sharp beak, drawing blood, "******** HELL!" he withdrew his hand and instantly stuck his finger into his mouth, "Bloody bird...Ahem...Yes, I look like a kitty..."
Her powers of observation definitely didn't impress him.
Dax glared down at the marshmallow. HE WANTED IT.
"Hello, kitty!" the crazy lady chirped, hugging Mordread around his waist and miraculously keeping a hold on the marshmellow goodness at the same time. "You're the first person to come over and talk to me all day."
Mordread, DEFINITELY not used to physical contact (unless it was with his lover or their five children), immediately pushed the woman away. Or tried. It was as if he was in a straight jacket, "No offense, lady, but seriously. Hands off the merchendise...." definitely not the normal polite Mordread - but hell, he was annoyed already with the twittering king fisher - who was now trying to n** the marshmallow away.
Ophelia looked up at Mordread as if he were the crazy one. "I thought among the species homo sapien it was common to greet another with a hug. ^_^" she said with a Cheshire Cat-like grin, though she let go and hid the marshmallow behind her back, brushing black hair away from her eyes in the process. "Your birdie doesn't have good manners, kittie. ^_^"
"Uhm...not if you don't know eachother..." Mordread coughed and took a few steps back, tapping Dax on the head to shut him up. It worked. For all of five seconds, "Ughhhhh...Dax, SHUT UP...or no fish tonight...."
That shut the bird up, "Anyway. Uh. Yeah...No he doesn't...and..I should be uh...going now..."
The cat boy nervously backed away before starting on a near jog away from the woman.
Ophelia waved dazedly and cheerfully, then sat back on the bench with the little moue firmly in place again, dangling the marshmallow above her head again. "First person to ask. Yupyup. That I shall do." she told herself. But the Peep was so tempting~.
Dax, on the other hand, WANTED that god damn peep. And he'd have it. Immediately the bird took off and nipped down against Ophelia, attempting to steal the marshmallow again. IT only took Mordread a moment to realize what had happened and he groaned, turning around and jogging back, "What the hell, Dax, what is with your obsession for sweet, sugary jel?" he sighed, "Forgive me, why is that thing so important you can't give it to the damn bird to shut him up?"
"Yaaaayyy!" Ophelia chirped. "Kittie asked, Kittie asked, and now I can tell! Yayyyyyy!" She did a little victory dance, then settled back onto the bench. "Because it has a soul in it!" she said loudly, but with the air of telling a great secret. She seemed to think it was okay because the park was absolutely deserted, what with it being dinnertime and all.
Green eyes blinked. This woman was definitely a few marbles short of a proper game and he coughed, "I see. A soul. In...a Marshmallow peep...I'll be going now...Come on, Dax, I'll go buy you a box of the peeps from the store, okay? Soul free?"
"No, but now it's yours." the tan woman said, with great importance. "You can ask Indu Reever. And Stray. They know. And they're not like me." To herself, she meant Indu and Stray were crazy. But to Mordread, it would probably come as a great relief. "I think this one's guilty of treason, but I don't remember~ Lalalalaa~" She stood up again, this time on the bench, to try and catch a falling leaf. "Cause now she's yours and her name is Penelope, 'kaaaaayyyy, kittie?"
"What if I refuse to take it?" the cat asked, raising a brow, "I already have a house full of kids and this unstable little b***h of a bird," of course, that earned him a sharp peck, "Ow, s**t....Sorry, Dax...."
He definitely didn't want a little kid guilty of treason.
"Well, if you refuse, she dies." Ophelia looked a little sad now, her face a moue like it had been when Mordread had first approached her. "Because only the person who's supposed to take care of her can. And you asked. And I answered. So you're the one who's supposed to take care of Penelope."
The man stared. Was this woman just crazy, or was what she said true? It wasn't as if he hadn't killed anyone before...but a kid? No matter what they did, could he be responsible for a kid's death? "Dax will try to eat it. How long does it stay a peep?"
"About... uhmmm..." Ophelia blinked. "Dyta said it would be little for about two or three days." She smiled, pleased she'd remembered. "OH~!" she gasped theatrically, waving the scalpel around over her head. "What's your name, kitty? So I can tell Dyta who I gave it to?"
"Mordread. Dax, if you eat this thing, We'll be having you for dinner, got it?"
The bird stared at his 'dad' and twittered with a rather annoyed tone. Mordread smiled, "Fine, but if it's not here in a few days, Dax is eating it."
"Okay~." Ophelia said. "Kitty equals Mordread, and birdie equals Dax." She nodded, pulling out a pad and writing it down, then splitting hte paper in half and writing something else. "This is where you can find the rest of hte Sweetly people." For once, she didn't sound insane, she sounded businesslike. "If someone asks where you got the Peep, tell them Vo gave it to you." She smiled insanely again. "That's me, Ophelia Vorian Patroclus. I'm a doctor and~... and~~ stuffu."
"Riiight...Hand over the peep so I can get out of here and tell my lover that we have another mouth to feed..." he grumbled and held out his hand, expectedly. The paper he stuffed in his pocket with his other hand. He was still rather skeptical, but who wouldn't be when there was an insane acting lady telling you there was a soul trapped in pieces of sugar goo?
Ophelia placed the Peep gently into Mordread's hand. "You have to remember." she said after a moment, her voice suddenly very much like a little girl's. "She won't." With a little moue contorting her tan face again, she turned and ran off.
...Squeeeeeeeze?! A loud crash issued from downstairs, followed by a loud, angry cry from a certain bird. Of course - it had to happen, as most things happened, on Mordread's day off.
The cat boy pushed off from his position on his bed, making his way down the stairs to see what all the commotion was about.
"Dax? Are you trying to eat Penelo--" he trailed off, stopping short on the stairs when he saw something he was not expecting in the least bit.
The glass dome which had been keeping Penelope from becoming Dax's next victim lay shattered on the floor and Dax - the little brat - was currently captive in a human hand.
Attatched to a little girl.
A little girl which he was PRETTY DAMN SURE hadn't been there before.
"Pretty little birdy," came the voice, black eyes glittering slightly as one hand squeezed him and the other patted his head - mindful of the snapping beak, "Birdy birdy biiirdy!" a high-pitched giggle was heard then, her little body giving a bounce and causing her white and pink dress to flutter in the air current that was created, "You tried to eat me! You-" she was interrupted by the man's voice and her head instantly snapped upwards, a smile plastered on her cute, innocent little face, "Hi! You must be daddy! DADDY DADDY DADDDDY!" she spun around hyperly before falling on her rear with another cutesy giggle.
Mordread stared, not quite sure how to take the sudden apperance of the girl he assumed to be Penelope. Not to mention the fact it looked like she was trying to pop his son's eyes out.
"Penelope, I presume?"
At the nod of the little girl's head he came the rest of the way down the stairs, "Mind letting Dax out of your death grip? He's a brat, but I'd rather not have walls ala eyes to clean up..."
When did he get such a morbid sense of humor? Perhaps it was because he was in his "Morbid" mind set. Writing about his past - as he had been doing - did that to him. Carefully he sat down on the couch and folded his arms.
Penelope made a face and let the little bird go, who immediately took off and hid himself in Mordread's mass of black hair, sharp nails digging into his scalp enough to draw blood
SHE TRIED TO KILL ME! GET HER CATBITCH! Dax chirped madly, glaring at the little thing that was once a marshmallow. He should have eaten her when he had the chance!
"To be fair, you did try to eat her for the past month," Mordread scolded as he guessed what Dax was all up in arms about. He reached up and pried the bird from his flesh with a wince, "Go bother Iamel, Dax, I need to talk to..Uh...Your sister. Alone."
Dax harumphed and flew off. Another notch on the 'I Hate This Family' stick that he was keeping
Giggling, Penelope got up and started skipping around the living room, blonde hair bouncing up and down, "Birdie go bye bye Birdie go Bye Bye!" before she bounced to the couch and sat beside her father, "Hi! Where's my room?"
Good question. Where WAS her room? The house was rather full at the moment and while construction to build another three rooms had started...Well, they weren't near finished yet, "You're looking at it, Penelope," Mordread decided, pointing to the couch as if to make a point, "The rooms aren't done being built yet, so you're going to have to wait."
"So I don't got a room?" Penny's lower lip jutted out cutely, "But..But...I HAVE TO SLEEP ON A COUUUCH?!"
Okay. So she wasn't so cute when she was whining
"Yep. Stop the whining, though," he said with a grim smile, "Or I'll make sure it stays your room..." he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, coming up with blood. Damnit, Dax! "Look, it's not that we're not happy you arrived. We are - no more Dax trying to run into the glass dome like a kamikaze - and Akuti will get a sister. But things have been hectic and I'm just a WEE bit tired..."
She seemed to actually understand that and nodded her cute little head, her lip slurping back up to it's normal size, "Okay. But can you get out of my room?"
Of course. He just couldn't get a break, could he? "Okay. Dinner's at five..." he shrugged, stood up, and started walking out of the living room. Suddenly, he stopped, "Oh, yeah - You get to share a place with Dax. Good luck."
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 11:33 am
It happened like a flash. One minute, the obnoxious little creature was preening his tangled wing feathers, the next, he was off of Iamel's head, collapsed and twitching on the apartment floor. The birds sharp eyes, so black and once so full of life, were already starting to dim. Death didn't come easy to the bird, who fought it with muscle twitches and spazzes. Despite the fight, however, death would always win, and this scenario was no exception.
Iamel jumped a little bit when he felt Dax tumble off of his head, frowning down at the little twitching body. "What the... Oh!" His eyes widened and the boy swooped to the carpet, scooping the other up. "You're growing! Good."
His smile was crooked and twisted, something you didn't want to see on a childs face. "Hopefully, it's as painless as mine was. Just die, Dax."
The little bird wanted to grow, but at the same time he didn't necessarily want to give up his current life either. To return to death meant that he'd have to give up what he owned, what he had, what was his. It meant trusting that an age old promise would be given, it meant trusting that death would return them so easily to life. The muscles of the Kingfishers body trembled in the fight, but it was short lived. A minute, then another passed, and the Kingfisher was no more. Collapsed in Iamel's hands, the warmth was quick to leave the feathered body.
But the exchange did happen. A loud thump in the living room, followed by a series of cusses and obscenities proved that Dax had indeed arrived. "You didn't have to DROP me~!" Came the pained exclamation. ". . . .********' death. . . . " Rubbing his now bruised head, the little kingfisher was nonetheless pleased to have FINALLY arrived.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 10:40 am
It was the "********' Death" that god Mordread's attention. Busy feeding Morgan and trying to deal with the fact that Patrick had all but disappeared on him, Mordread wasn't too pleased. Especially when he heard a voice in the house he had never heard before.
The cat boy padded out of the room he and Patrick had previously shared, "Iamel, I swear to god if you have one of your friends over wi--" he stopped dead in his tracks at the new boy sitting on the floor.
...And the dead bird. Dead...Dax? Had they killed Dax? Oh ********. Leave him alone with seventeen children and watch him kill his son because he wasn't paying ******** THE ******** DID YOU DO TO DAX?! IAMEL!?"
Of course Iamel wouldn't do anything on purpose but what if...Well, what ifs. A million What Ifs were running through the highly freaked out Cat Boy and the little girl in his arms had just started wailing because of the yelling.
So not only did he have a dead son and a stranger in the house - he had Morgan screaming like a bloody banshee RIGHT next to his sensitive ears.
And he was definitely, most definitely, going to break down and cry ANY second.
Iamels eyes widened sharply and his head shook. "No way, Catbitch! I didn't do anything! He just... he just GREW." The boy nodded roughly, grabbing kid!Daxs' head, twisting it so he faced his Gaurdian. "SAY something, Dax. Calm him down."
Dax was...All too amused to say anything and simply shrugged, "Who's Dax? Was that the bird we killed? He was ******** annoying, man. Even if he was handsome."
Mordread, however, was not amused and looked like he was about to blow a gasket. His normally pale face was a reddish tinge - and god, had they EVER seen him mad before? Taking a deep breath to keep from exploding, the feline narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Someone. Better. Explain."
Each word was punctuated carefully. Dax was even more amused. This was the first time they saw Mordread's happy "I'm A Housewife LA DI DA" act wane since Patrick left.
"You little b*****d." THe woodpecker snarled, slamming his elbow down against hte blue haired kids skull. "You little ******** - here's the s**t, Catbitch. When we grow, our bird bodies die. Shiniee had to deal with MY corpse falling on his head. Dax just died. Look! Look at this little ******** wingers! Its DAX."
"OW MOTHER ******** ROTTING STICK IN A PIECE OF CHEESE!" came Dax's unintelligable shout as his elder brother's elbow was jammed into his already bruised head. What the ******** was with things liking to hit his head today? The blue, white and red wings gave a very irritated flutter and the boy's fist was plowed straight towards Iamel's shoulder in retaliation.
Mordread set Morgan down, afraid he'd end up squishing the infant if he got angrier than he already was. And then, listening to Iamel speak, the green eyes narrowed in on the new boy's wings...Which looked, strangely enough, like the dead Kingfisher's. The anger faded for a second until he realized that Dax was being an a** hat and trying to get Iamel into trouble.
"DAX ******** KING!"
...Eep! More kitty curse words!
"...Yes, Dad?"
"A.Pol.O.Gize."
"b*****d." Iamel snarled in retaliation once more, grabbing a fistful of blue hair. "See?! See what I put up with, catbitch? YOU couldn't hear him. *I* could. You unstable little ******** didn't shake the head attatched to the hair, although he should have. The fist relaxed and all Dax got was a fond little hair ruffle.
The kingfisher winced as his hair was grabbed (His beautiful hair, thank you very much!) and he squeezed his eyes shut - waiting for the smack that never happened. Instead, with the ruffle of hair, the cheeky bird smirked and nipped at Iamel almost affectionately like he did when he was a bird. But this was better because he actually had TEETH.
The feline stared at the two birds, amazed at how quickly the moods shifted in this household. Still somewhat seething, the cat went over and smacked Dax upside the head. Hey, he was entitled to do that after all the s**t the bird put him ******** twit," he growled out, "Should have eaten you when I had the chance. Apologize and get your a** into your room." Bad mood kitty! This was a new one.
"Sorry," he grumbled out before standing up and dusting off his (Very fine, in his opinion) a**. Giving a shake, as if he still had tail feathers, Dax looked over to Iamel, "Goin' to come with me, bird boy?"
"Why should I? I was just sitting here." Iamels eyebrows arch upwards, giving a little shrug. "Go and be a twit in your room. I'M not in trouble."
Mumbling insults that were probably not understandable to anyone but him, Dax moved off to Iamel's room since that's where he'd been sleeping as a bird. Of course, Mordread seemed to realize this and looked at Iamel with a look that purely said, "s**t."
"Uh. I think his room is your room."
Nooo, really?
"Yep." Iamel nodded a little bit. "Just means we have to move that much sooner. I was promised my own room and/or a tree house, so if we don't, I'm going to eat someones face."
"I don't doubt it," Mordread said, picking up Morgan once more. The angry red had faded from his face, replaced by that happy house wife smile again, "Come on, sugar, let's get you fed huh?" he murmured to Morgan, moving out of the room and up into his own.
Back to Robot Mordread, it seemed.
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