[JNL] It's all about the weird. And the not-so-weird

[Daffupanda]

Something's missing Here.
Gash & Tio

Golden eyes were stedily focused on the setting sun, blond tail swishing sporadicaly over the grass, the male's expresion slowly turning from concerned to something akeen worried, a hintof sadness coming over his features. He'd been unable to laugh and play all day long, for something had been bothering the back of his mind; he wasn't comfortable. He'd felt so... opresed he'd been forced to actually sit still for once and think. As much as he'd always despised having to do both said things, and despite the fact he didn't want such trivial things to dampen his mood... it'd happened. And there was nothing he could do about it.

Something... something was wrong. And the feeling had been worming it's way to the center of his being for a couple of days now; Gash'd been able to shove it away at first, pawing for hope, desperately ocupying his mind on other things, but there'd come a time he could little more than frown in concer. Something out there... was not right. And it was rather distracting, not to mention worrying, for some unknown reason.

Tio'd noticed the change right away, however, being far too proud, and perhaps just a bit too scared... had not asked the male about it. Instead, she'd settled with watching out for him; she never though she'd miss him barging into her room, shouting something about Tuna, and yet now that he'd not done anything akeen to such stunts, she founc they were horribly missed. She would've rather have a hyperactive Gash running around and causing awkward situations than watching him sit outside on the lawn outside the library and book shop, gazing out to the sun.

She felt quite small right then, watching his form edged against the light. There was nothing she could do to change the situation, for after all, she'd never been all that good with words, and specialy not with handling her own feeling. Such fact made it extraordinarily dificult to handle someone else's feelings, obviously, and thus, after a few moments passed and the male remain unmoving, she opted for the next better thing she could offer; silent comfort and company.

Slowly, she moved out from under the cat flap and onto the lawn, padding over to the small male, sitting down by his side silently.

Gash blinked once, turning to watch the pink femme pad over to him, but he offered her nothing more than a sweet smile; he was much too tired. Too tired of being worried, of being concerned... of that weird feeling at the back of his mind and heart that had been telling him that something was missing, "Hi, no da..."

Ofering him a smile back, Tio leaned in and groom the base of his dress back into place, rearranging the bow that usually hung around his neck out of it's wrinkled position, "Oi, you're brooding," a pout was offered at her as she fussed over his pelt and hair, "Why? What's wrong?" The male did not answer, but rather, for once allowed himself to be groomed back to tidyness, his head lifting as he allowed her to groom his throat and later the golden hair that fell over his eyes and around his ears.

"I dunno," he frowned slightly, finally pawing her away as he raised a paw and disarranged his previously groomed blond hair, "I feel weird. And worried," a brow arching was his answer and he let out a sigh, "Something's wrong," he mumbled, his tail still swishing over the lawn, "I feel like something's missing; a part of me. Something I don't really wanna have, yet miss all the same, no da..."

The frown returned to the male's features full force, his paws stomping on the grass, claws digging into the ground as he did so; the movement was soothing to him, something about venting the anger he felt uponthe ground, without hurting the grass was... nice. Everyone needed release once in a while, and Gash was not one to let it out while aiming to hurt, or risk hurting others. His gaze fell away from the ground into the by now almost hidden sun; it was casting it's last rays of light over the horizon, making the sky look almost purple, in some places, golden in others, and pink in most, "Purple's a scary color, no da..."

An innocent claim, perhaps childish in nature, but Tio could not help the worried frown that covered her features; amusingly enough, she found she deeply agreed with him. Purple was indeed a scary color. It was then that the petite femme couldn't help but idly search her mind for a reason to such ilogical feelings; why would she feel a color to be scary? There was no logical answer, however, the more she thought, the more she agreed with Gash that indeed it was scary and that maybe, just maybe, he was right. Something was missing.

She couldn't, for the life of her, know what, however and she found herself frowning in thought till the light touch of something brushing against the side of her head drew her out of of her self induced bubble. Looking up she finaly noticed Gash's concerned expresion, his tail having moved to brush her face, almost as if hoping the feather touch would be enough to bring her out of whatever dark cave she'd suddenly plunged herself into... and perhaps slightly scared of jolting her awake with a slightly stronger action, "I'm fine, really... just thinking."

"Maybe... we should stop thinking. Something tells me that thinking doesn't fix anything, action does."

His words were true, but... what action could be taken if they didn't truly know the source of their concern? It was then images flashed through her mind's eye; a fanged smile, cruel laughter ringing in her ears, cold purple eyes that seemed devoid any emotion but anger, so similar ro Gash's own warm ones, yet so diferent at the same time. Her back straightened in a jolt, her orange eyes going wide as the sun finaly vanished behind a mountain, leaving them in partial darkness; the jolt had set her ears upright, her claws sinking mercilessly into the ground as her teeth grit together; the images and sounds were blurry, not entirely there... difficult to understand, however, the sound of that cold, harsh laughter still rang in her ears, forcing a shudder out of her, "I think I know what you're missing, Gash..." the sound of her words were marred by a growl, her eyes narrowing, never quite focusing on anything in the horizon.

It was quite difficult to do so, for all she could see where those calculating purple eyes, leering down at her from her mind's eye, "I know what's wrong, I know what's missing... and now I wish I didn't..." finaly did her eyes turn upon her bond companion, narrowed to mere slits, "Do you remember anything from.... before? You know.... before?" she saw something flash through the male's eyes then, understanding? Hope? Sadness? Fright? She wasn't sure, but the feeling was there, hidden within his golden orbs before they settled for deep confussion, "Do you remember ... him?"

"Him?"

"You know... him," a pause followed before she lowered her voice to a whisper, "Zeon."

The word caused a jolt to un through Gash's body; the male straightening even further up than Tio had mere moments early. Conflict was clearly writen over his features, a hiss escaping his maw, the sound out of character, and yet obviously fueled by whatever it was running through the Libris' mind, "I remember him," conflict was interlaced within the libris' words, a growl coming out with them, odd coming from the usualy chirpy male, however it was clear he was also sad, "I remember him..." the confussion was over however; he knew what was missing, and due to this, he could finaly act, "Help me?"

And despite her soul telling her not to, that this as a bad idea, the female smiled at him, "Sure," because that was what friends did; help eachother. Slowly, both Libris padded back into the house, their intentions unknown for others but themselves.

 

[Daffupanda]

New beginings.
Katara

Life had taken... an interesting twist. Or at least, Katara rather see it as 'interesting', rather than 'unexpectedly horrible', like a certain libris she'd become bonded to. Positive thinking could get one a long way, she thought, and just because she'd wound up in a strange world, with... furry paws, pelt (which was exquisitely warm and soft, she had to admit), ears and tail, Katara wasn't right about to start panicking.

Tell truth, she had to admit that the moment she'd opened her eyes into this world, finding herself and a certain Fire prince curled up together... she'd panicked. Horribly so. In fact, if she remembered clearly, she'd hissed (something that had shocked the breath out of her - it wasn't everyday that one found one had exchanged teeth for pointy fangs, and ... hands for paws and claws), rushing away from warm body, rushing up her owner-to-be's head, clinging and sinking her claws into place. He'd had a worse reaction, really, but still she really did have to admit hers had been less than stellar. The fact she'd shouted something about cooties had probably not helped the situation (Not that his growling and yelling had at all) either.

If one thing was clear, however; it was the fact they were stuck here. There was no one else about, that they could distinguish, or relate to, and no one they could recognise at all. Katara had vaguely wondered if she was truly even the 'real she'. Was she? Or was she a shadow of the real Katara whom was ... maybe still back home helping Aang? Was she just a part of someone's dream? Or did she posses some or part of the real Katara's soul? Was this a spell, that had maybe transported here?

She wasn't sure what to make out of it all, however, having no one else to cling to in her desperation she'd had to come to terms with the fact that only Zuko could really understand the way she felt (after all, he was in her same situation, wasn't he?). The thought had made her sigh, her mind wishing there was someone else, gods, anyone else, but when she'd seeked her other libris house mates, she'd noticed they had all since come to terms with their situations and had not only become complete acustomed to it, but were enjoying themselves. Only Zuko remain skittish about the whole developement, and thus again, proved he was truly the only one she could really talk to about this; she'd even tried talking to her 'owner' per say, not really achieving her goal... the only thing she'd learnt from the library master was that she was actualy 'bonded' to Zuko.

She'd asked what that meant, but the library master had merely shrugged, claiming that 'Only time would tell'. Time would tell, her tail! Katara had snorted at the claim, however, upon further investigation she'd noticed the girl had been right; they were bonded. How, she wasn't sure, but the bond was there; the girl HAD mentioned something about their birth being interconnected, them both now being a part of eachother, but no other information was uttered, giving the Waterbender ample fields of questions and theories unresolved. She'd noticed that when the Prince was fiercely angry, or otherwise feeling some sort of fiercely powerful emotion (And boy, was that often - the boy needed some sort of calming herbs or something, he was bound to have a heart attack one of these days), she could feel it, even if she wasn't with him. It was odd; she'd be walking down the street and suddenly she'd feel the burning hatred for something as stupid as a rock, for unknown reasons, and her mind would swiftly supply her with images of Zuko tripping over a rock... causing her to roll her eyes.

Iddly, she'd wondered if he could feel the tug and pull of the bond, but had been too self concious to ask him; after all, he seemed content to keep to himself, mostly, and due to ... wanting to stay in good terms with him, she'd let him be. After all, they did say that wish skittish, shy animals (and the word 'animal' here, could've never been better used), it was best to let them come to you; too sudden a movement and theyd startle away or attack. Katara was patient; she had patience to spare, and by the looks of it, she also had time to spare, as it seemed they were NOT going to be going anywhere, any time soon. The time she'd already spent studying him, had proved to her that perhaps, just perhaps he wasn't all that bad a person; anyone that could trip over a rock, remain on the ground growling about the injustices of the world, while looking (dare she say it?), cute, could really not be that bad a person. The fact he'd not tried to maim anything since his arrival, and the fact he at times, amusingly enough, acted out situation with an awkward stance, obvious unfamiliar to them, had helped her decide upon the fact.

He was awkward.

That was the word she'd been looking for; awkward. He was the bloody empithome od the word, or so Katara thought. True, he was brattish, almost like a spoiled child, but she figured that came along with the whole 'I'm royalty, wench' attitude of his, which by the way, had slowly been decreasing - the fact he was no longer being given special treatment, along with the fact he was far from home, probably helping to this. He'd had to get used to doing simple things like cooking, cleaning, and fetching things he wanted and/or needed, by himself. He'd had to learn the word 'please', instead of roughly demanding things (he'd probably noticed that shouting and demanding was not getting him anywhere), and he was awkward at it; so awkward, in fact, that it made her smile, more often than not. He was rigid, stiff and not used to dayly situations. He was interesting to watch.

She was having a much easier time adjusting to things, there was no doubt, and for some reason, the mere thought usualy qwelled the thoughts of wanting to throbble him with a bottle. At least, he was trying, which was probably more than she could say about others, had they been put into such a strange situation, and for that, she was please. It was... almost sweet, in a strange way, she had to admit. It was as if he'd been given free wing for the first time in his life, no longer depending on others around him for things as trivial as dayly routines. Life had changed.

Despite the changes however, she'd retained her water bending abilities, and for that, she was extremely grateful. True, they weren't as strong as they'd been, for she could manage little more than simple moves, her power increasing only merely when fueled by some sort of strong emotion, but Katara phanthomed that it was due to her body being so small. Having seen Tio and Gash, and noting they were much larger than she was, she figured that... amusingly enough she was a 'kit', and not an 'adult'. At least not body-wise. The thought made her figure that her power would grow along with her body; in a sense she was glad, for it also meant Zuko was harshly limited in his fire bending abilities, which gave him time to hopefuly adjust without burning the house down before he 'grew'. Over the days, and thanks to their bond, she'd noticed that his temper tantrums had grown sparse and far apart, and though he still had a fierce nature, at least his growling remain (mostly) on ajustified basis; he'd actualy grown something akeen a patience, and was amusingly enough the voice of reason, even if it was rare, it was a change (granted she'd grown some impatience, and she'd been seen to be as 'inmature' as she had thought him to be, too, but that was a diferent story).

The only thing that truly bothered Katara lately, was not understanding this 'bond' they shared. So frustrated had she been over it, that she'd seeked out help amongst her peers inside the house. The reactions she'd gotten were diferent, really, and gave her much to think.

Tio had blushed furiously upon being asked if she knew what the nature of the bond was meant to be, she'd become horribly flustered and had eventualy ran off, muttering a sorry after making up some lame sort of an excuse. Katara had needed nothing more to understand the nature of the bond SHE shared with Gash; it was love. It made sense, she figured, but the idea had instantly made her pale... thus why she'd refused to ask Gash and merely went ahead and asked Kairi what the nature of HER bond was. Kairi's answer had been a smile, "Do you know that type of feeling you get when you're keeping a little sister, or a brother out of constant trouble?" she'd asked, and Katara had nodded her head up and down, understanding perfectly, "That's the type of bond I share with Daffu," came the explanation. The thought had instantly, and thankfully set her on ease once more, and the Waterbender had walked away to ponder her new findings.

Iddly, she figured that the only way to discover the nature of HER bond was to actualy do as the Library Master had suggested; wait it out. However, Katara made mental note to bring the topic up next she talked to Zuko; which was amusingly enough, often. Probably a side effect of being bonded was the fact the were almost forced to meet up every day, by some circumstance or another... the typical bumping-into-each-other-in-the-hallway, or not so typical wanna-go-out-for-a-walk. They'd escaled from trying to maim eachother to a semi-decent co-exhistance, which was ... nice. It took less energy to co-exhist than to try maim eachother; she doubted it could ever go further, their ways of thinking much too diferent... her fluid like a river, his abrupt, like an explosion.

Alas, life had changed, and at least, he hadn't exactly been for the worse. Though she dared not say for the better, it was at least not for the worse.

 

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Nightmares.
Zeon & Xion

Dark Fire Angel wrote

Purple edged against darkness, depths that seemed to propel cold, silent rage; the feeling though not voiced, easily felt as the color sparked, shifted, almost like a cold flame, silent killer. He'd always been there, watching, learning, gaining strength, moving those about him like peons, gaining pleasure from others' pain, like others had done to him, so long ago.

No more.

He'd reign supreme over others with raw power, and his purple eyes would match those of a silent killer, a hunter whom waits for it's prey. His eyes would send shivers of fear down others' spines, and then once fear were to be accomplished, he'd laugh, his figure edged against the pale moon at night. The blood of the innocent would drip from his claws, it'd marr his teeth, his fangs, and he'd reign supreme.

It was only a matter of time... all a matter of having patience, waiting for the perfect time to strike. He'd lost before, he'd been humiliated long ago; he'd had faith in others, he'd tried others ways, but they just didn't work. Only fear worked. Fear, anger, betrayal... a cold blooded killer had been born, and his figure laughed on in the night, darkness curling in almost liquid ways around his figure while blood dripped from his eyes, the purple orbs shinning against the pale moon.

His own blood and that of those around him...

He'd woken up startled, a strange taste in his mouth, and he'd unconsciously raised a paw to wipe his tongue clean of it. It was then it clicked inside his mind; paw? What paw? He didn't have paws last time he'd checked! However, as he forced his eyes open to look down, not only did he realise he indeed had paws, but he realised something else; he was propped over another body. The body of a female. A female he did not know.

With an uncharacteristic squeak he'd later mentally kick himself for, Zeon stumble-fell off the other body, getting tangled with his own four legs. Laying on the ground, the libris found himself blinking in surprise, his usual cold hatred replaced by the confusion that seeped through his features. Paws? What the ******** HELL was this?! He had merely a moment to snarl before he noticed it was not only paws which he'd gained, but a tail... and fur. Lots of fluffy fur. Twitching slightly, the male attempted to stand again, merely managing to tangle himself up again, his long tail getting in the way; stumbling, Zeon fell once more, the snarls of frustration reaching higher levels.

A cat. He was a bleeding cat! What was going on?!

Feeling slightly overwhelmed, the libris merely lay upon the ground, his expression shifting from enraged, to confused, to perplexed, to enraged again... there seemed to be perhaps, a hint of fear shinning within those purple orbs, but it vanished as soon as the pink clad female let out a particularly loud snore. The sound forced Zeon to focus his attention on the slumbering girl. Idly, Zeon decided he did not like her. Not at all, his mind already rolling the possibilities within his mind, however, before he could maim her, he needed to stand up without stumbling. Thus again he tried, his mind screaming he change his center of balance if he wanted to actualy walk like a cat.

It took him several more tries to get it right, however, soon enough, the male was standing up quite proudly, usual nasty smirk in place. The moment he attempted walking however, Zeon promptly crashed back to the floor, uttering a loud "********!" as he landed over the slumbering femme again.

Today was not going to be his day, was it?

Kisoni wrote

Everything was blue. Of course, everything was always blue. That never really bothered Xion anymore, for it had been blue since the day she was born. Everyone talked in blues, yelled in blues, walked in blues; it was somewhat ironic that her mother insisted she dressed in red.

"Dollhouse dreams are bought and paid for, but she'll never admit it."

They'd stared at her--they always stared at her. Their eyes wide as their moths flapped like fishes, constantly sucking at water and getting air. They all talked, but no one ever said anything. Why would no one speak?

Only she could speak, and they flapped like fishes with about as much brains. It hadn't been long before she'd given up speaking. Doll, she would be a doll.

Something landed ontop of her and her eyes snapped open, but didn't seem startled at all. Their bright ocean blue just gazed off into the distance as if nothing in front of her registered to her brain. Indeed, it didn't. She wasn't in the fluffy pink of her dollhouse room.

And there was something on top of her.

That something was moving, Xion determined a moment later and she turned her head to look at it. Fluffy grey, pointed ears darted out from its likewise fluffy grey hair. Bright purple, strangely facated cat eyes from a cat-like face.. but it was much bigger than your adverage cat, or else she was much smaller.

A light giggle ripped itself from her maw, now she really was a doll! The girl turned under him, still staring up at him with those vacated blue eyes, and she lifted her paws to touch his cheek. Her paws? Oh, indeed they were! Xion blinked at her appendages for a long moment, forgetting the other creature she had under-paw. "I grew fur! ... and paws too. Hhheeehehe, no more dolly; needles sewing games are not for me!"

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[Daffupanda]

Yeah, hate you too.
Zeon

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We All Fall Down.
Zuko & Katara

Dark Fire Angel wrote

She hated feeling indecisive.

That's the first and foremost thought that seemed to wade across Katara's mind as she padded the same three meters of hallway outside Zuko's room; not only did she hate feeling indecisive, but she hated the fact she had no way of predicting the outcome of what she had in mind. It could go well. And it could go wrong. Life wasn't really all that fair, she decided as she finaly paused her padding and sat against his door, her back pressed against it as she bit her lip.

Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea; served her right for listening to Gash. How in his or her sane mind would listen to him? Someone obviously desperate, her mind supplied, and she found herself thumping the back of her head against the door, rolling her eyes at herself. There was no use in arguing with her own mind however, and so, instead, the female libris finaly came to the determination she HAD to do this. It was a need.

Yup. Handing Zuko the small box of cookies which she'd baked was a need.

Maybe if she told herself that enough times, she'd start beliving it? Again she rolled her eyes, and finaly, summoning up as much courage as she figured she'd be capable of, the female libris nosed his room door open.... only to find it empty; Zuko was not there. Hours of practicing in front of her mirror and days of hesitation gone down the drain in scarse seconds, would you look at that!

Frowning, Katara padded into his room, her maw ocupied with holding the bow of the flame colored, paper-wrapped box it was tied to, and soon enough she found herself in the middle of his room. Never did it ocurr to her that waiting smack right in the center of his room for his return might've been seen as innapropiate. Oh no; the need to give him the box was too... important. She just needed to wait for him and... repeat her mental mantra over and over again. Yup.

Endejester wrote

He padded down the Hallway with a soft sigh...kicking himself for stepping on her tail earlier... sure he'd appolgised but he'd not meant to do so quite so...firmly... after all...it was himself he was frustrated with more and more often these days... Something about her...
It just didn't make sence... he paused in the hall and ran a paw over his scar and thought... His uncle had once described love as being a bit like food poisoning... but then His Uncle in all his wisdom also encouraged sick people to suck on frozen frogs... madness...no...he couldn't be in L.... in lu.... he couldn't even -think- it... how was he suposed to deal with that!?
He shook his head and moved forward again covering the last small distance to his room...glancing down the hall a moment towards where hers was... thats funny...
he didn't remember leaving the door open....
He peeked cautiously around the corner half expecting to be mobbed by that large 'pink clad' loud female who called herself Tio...

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