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 Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 2:19 pm
Quest Three Join up with Savius, Xaxis and Iamel for a sleep over party at Patricks. Dax will (more than likely) be there to annoy the hell out of everyone.  OH. MY. GOD.
We're DOOMED.
[response to invitation goes here]
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 11:54 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 2:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 3:50 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 3:51 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 10:57 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 7:44 pm
Quest Two Thus far, life for Diacyn has been fair. Despite his aggression, he still has a plethora of friends. But for every friend, an enemy is always lurking upon the horizon. It is your task to find Diacyn an enemy amongst his kindred. Sure, Iamel thinks the owl is the greatest thing since chocolate covered grasshoppa's, but I'm sure not everyone in the group feels the same. Feel free to get a hold of anyone other than Iamel and stirr up some tension and conflict. The "enemy" doesn't have to stay an enemy for long, but they do have to be another Bird, and there has to be a mutual dislike between the two. And if "enemy" sounds like too strong a word, than at least aim for "general dislike".
The Fight
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 12:11 pm
GROWTH??
Of course, it happened the night they decided to eat out.
"What's the matter, Diacyn?" Taylor asked, seated at a table at Pizza Hut, a slice of cheese pizza halfway to her mouth. "I thought you liked pizza."
"I do," the owl responded glumly, staring down his own uneaten pie, laden with every kind of meat imaginable. "I just feel... weird. I think I'm getting sick. And I'm molting," he added sadly, picking up a snowy feather that had fallen to the ground a minute ago. "Like that crazy raven. I think I got sick from him."
"Well, uh, molting's not always bad," Taylor reassured him, falling (as she often did) into science mode. "I think your species molts every year, going from brown to white and back to match the environment. Though your feathers were never brown, so I don't know what that deal is. Or some birds molt when they're about to gro-" She trailed off, her eyes widening slightly with the implications of that statement.
Diacyn was silent as another feather detached and landed in his pizza. "I don't feel so-" he murmured quietly.
Then he fell off his chair.
There were a few minutes of general weirdness. For Diacyn, it was like every muscle in his body had suddenly mutated into an anaconda, and they were swelling and wriggling into places they didn't belong. There were sharp snaps as the bones in his wings lengthened, and a puff of white as the old ragged feathers fell off, replaced by new, longer ones growing at warp speed. His eyes were squeezed shut, he couldn't tell what was going on except for the pain-
And the it was over. He blinked, and opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was a digital camera. The second thing he saw was Taylor's face, now pale and uncertain-looking, behind it. She grinned faintly. "Holy crap. That was- um, I don't think I can eat anything right now. But I got the pictures!" She tapped the camera happily with one finger.
"I can't believe you-" he began, then cut off in surprise. His voice, while as snarky-sounding as ever, was suddenly two octaves lower. And his hands, which he had been going to grab the camera with-
They were bigger. And his arms were bigger, stronger, and now completely bare- the arms of his sweater had been shredded into so much wool by the growing muscle- and they were decorated with curved marks like those on his face. He clenched one fist, feeling a new sense of power. And a new sense of soreness that hit him after a few seconds as his body tried to adapt to its new shape. "Ow."
Taylor winced with him, then realized that the formerly noisy pizza place had gone very, very quiet. Apparently, a Drip of Despair going from boy to mutating blob to muscle-bound teen in under thirty seconds was enough to grab and hold the attention of a roomful of patrons. "Uh," Taylor said, trying to explain, "It's um, spontaneous expansion of the muscular- er, eh..." She pondered for a minute before hitting on a surefire solution. "It's quantum," she said firmly. Satisfied, the restaurant-goers turned back to their pizza and the buzz of conversation resumed.
Diacyn groaned as he struggled to his feet. "That hurt! And now I'm even hungrier. Can I eat your pizza?" As he finally made it to an upright position, he looked Taylor over with his new eyes, and to his extreme annoyance-
He was still
looking
UP at her!
"I thought I'd get taller!" he moaned, glaring at his poor companion as though it was her fault. "This isn't fair. Can't you get shorter or something?"
"No," she told him briskly. "It's quantum." Apparently, what worked on the customers worked on the owl, and Diacyn began devouring Taylor's pizza without a word of complaint.
Stupid quantum.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 8:17 am
Disinclined  There's a knock on Taylor's apartment door. When opened, there's a a glass aquarium with feed and a rat inside. A florescant yellow sticky note is attached to the cage that says: Diacyn -
Here's a little gift, from all of us to you. What you do with it is completely up to you, but you're now responsable for this ball of fuzz. Keep it, eat it, destroy it, or go destroying with it - the choice is yours.
Love - Shanuh, Nikel, Kirwan, JoJo Is this just a normal rat or is it something else? Only time will tell.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 3:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 9:10 am
Diacyn hated math with a passion. The mere thought of addition or subtraction could put a scowl on his face. The threat of long division could throw him into a prolonged sulk. And the one time Taylor dared to mention algebra resulted in a shouting match and a broken window.
Which was why, today, Taylor was surprised to see Diacyn calmly pick up his math book, sharpen a pencil, and walk outside. He was even smiling.
Obviously, something suspicious was going on.
So, after a short interval, Taylor slipped out after her adolescent child, with the intent of tracking his every move. For all his claims of being a ninja, Diacyn was amazingly unobservant, and she found it easy to keep an eye on him from a distance.
What she saw made absolutely zero sense. She first spotted Diacyn making his way towards the small forest near the side of the campus. She knew he had set a number of live mousetraps out there, so he had a constant supply of "treats." Sure enough, within minutes of entering the woods, Diacyn came back holding four or five squirming mice by their tails. The rodents were unceremoniously plopped into the deep pockets of his jacket, and Diacyn set off towards town, math book still in hand.
A short walk and a quick shopping trip later, Diacyn had acquired an ice cream cone (In this weather? It's freezing! Taylor thought) and , incongruously, a large hunk of cheddar cheese. Then he sat down at an empty picnic table, lit a cigarette, opened his math book, and began to read.
By this time, Taylor was thoroughly confused, but she waited, watching Diacyn from behind a newspaper she was pretending to read.
Within a few minutes, things got worse. As Diacyn apparently got to a difficult section in his math book, his spotted eyebrows wrinkled in clear agitation. But instead of closing the book, he plunged one hand into his pocket and pulled out two mice. After setting the panicked rodents on the table, he ripped the offending page from his book (Taylor winced), fiercely smeared the cheese across the page, and tore it into dozens of tiny pieces.
He then proceeded to feed these to the mice. After being held captive for at least a day, they were apparently more then happy to feast on cheesy paper. When the page was gone, Diacyn picked up one of the mice, held it in front of his face, and glared at it.
There was a faint wavering around his fist as the air temperature dropped several degrees. The mouse's movements slowed from frightened wriggling to a dim, cold-induced stupor. Diacyn examined it carefully. When it still moved a little, he shrugged, irritated, and snapped its neck. Then he ate it. The process was repeated with the second mouse.
At this point Taylor couldn't take the confusing suspense anymore. "Okay, what the hell is going on?" she shouted, crumpling her newspaper as she stood up. Diacyn's eyebrows shot up in surprise that quickly faded into anger.
"If you must know," he growled, slamming his book shut, "I am learning math."
"Um... WHAT?"
"I. Am. Learning. Math," Diacyn snarled, getting to his feet. "Can your stupid genius brain comprehend THAT?"
"How the hell are you learning math by eating mice? You don't make any sense!" Taylor shouted at him.
"On the contrary," Diacyn said, a smug expression sliding across his face. "It makes perfect sense. I do math, feed math to the mice, eat the mice, and therefore the math, and then I learn it! It's foolproof!"
He then resumed "studying." Taylor went to bang her head against the wall for several hours.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 9:11 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 8:33 am
MASQUERADEAnd Diacyn getting all pissyand confused about Iamel and stuff. Yay!
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 8:15 am
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