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 Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 8:46 am
"But..it's still frozen." Iamel blinked a little at that, head tilting quizzically to the side as his kind were prone to do when puzzled. At the comment of Taylor not letting him eat anything good, the female got a harsh glare from the woodpecker - starvation is a BAD THING, stupid human.
Sulk.
"I can't run fast enough to catch them. Or fly. My wings are too small." He pouts slightly, grabbing the top of the counter near the sink where the rabbit was defrosting. One swift movement and the strong little b***h had dragged himself onto the counter, legs swinging gently from where he sat. "I can catch grasshoppers, though."
A proud little smile at that and he reached for the frozen rabbit, picking it up with his thumb and index finger, by the ears. "This is it."
Patrick shuddered slightly at the sight of the dead rabbit, turning his back to the two children and finishing up with the salad - it was a large salad. Enough for three people, especially with Akuti munching down on some veggies in the living room.
"Yeah, they were talking." Taylor got a curious look at that, Patrick grinning crookedly as he scooped up the bowl and moved out to the living room - it's where they ate. There wasn't enough room otherwise. "He eats cute things? Ugh. Keep him away from my goldfish. I LIKE my goldfish." Setting the bowl down, Patrick shifted to the side to let the little horse girl dart out to get the bowls and silverware, snickering quietly.
"Sit? Akuti likes setting tables. I REALLY don't know why." He snook his head slightly, sighing and glancing back tot eh kitchen. "Okay. Those two are keeping each other from killing my daughter, or us...so it's okay."
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 9:03 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 9:12 am
"Good...I only have one goldfish, but I like him." He grinned crookedly, settling down in one of the chairs (that Iamel LOVES to dance on) and takes the bowl from Akuti. "Thank you, hun."
She smiled brightly, wriggling up to settle next to Taylor. "He ignores her for the most part and thank goodness, she doesn't go out of her way to harass him. Although they fight over covers." His eyes roll a little, spooning some salad into his daughters bowl before offering the clappity things to Taylor.
"If you just ignore him, he shuts up." She shrugged slightly, taking bit of lettuce between two fingers and chomping down. She's not one for utensils.
the woodpecker had to giggle a little, fingers moving to pat Diacyns back lightly. "Sok. When we get bigger we'll be able to fly. Or yell at Shanuh about it - wings are only usefull if you fly."
He nodded, sliding off the counter to sit on the linolium, eyes wide as he watched the other chomp down. He'd never seen something eat flesh before, certianly not in this household. While the woodpecker wasn't grossed out, he wasn't enthused either. It was a -rabbit-.
"Just a little.. I don't htink I'll like rabbit anymore then you like crickets." Blinking at the open ribcage of the rabbit, head tilting once more to the side. "Crickets are small and hard and crunchy...they really don't have any brains. What's it like to kill something with a brain?"
Crimson eyes glance up to the grouchy owl curiously, not taking the rabbit yet. He was curious what it felt like to take a life of something that could feel slight emotions, pain and the like. He wanted to -know-.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 9:25 am
"Well, it'd probably be impossible for them to go without fighting over something.." Taylor accepted the salad bowl, scooped herself a politely small portion, then realized her mother wasn't going to be here to tell her off and took a bit more before jabbing a tomato with her fork. "Good stuff. Too bad Diacyn won't want any..." She looked at the child again, saw what he was doing, and had to close her eyes for a minute while a feeling of nausea overtook her. It was already dead. He's just... getting some dinner. And he's a carnivore. There's no way I can keep feeding him on tofu.
"Don't look, Akuti," she said quietly, before realizing that was the one thing that would guarentee the girl would look. Stupid reverse psychology.
Diacyn slid his fingers deep into the slick, bloody cavern of the rabbit's chest. "Here, this bit's good," he said, pulling out something that might have been a liver for Iamel to eat. "If you kill something with a brain... it's like something goes missing. They squirm and shout and then their eyes look funny and you can tell they aren't thinking anymore. I don't know where their thoughts go." He thought for a moment, fiddling with a bit of fur and skin pulled from the rabbit's leg. "Maybe Shanuh knows. We can ask him about after we yell at him about our wings."
He hadn't been to the Birdcage since he'd been 'born.' Maybe he could convince Taylor to take them. She wanted to yell at Shanuh too. He could tell, though he didn't exactly know why.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 9:40 am
Shockingly..Akuti did as told. She just blinked up at Taylor and flashed a big, 100-watt smile at her, wide green eyes innocent and trusting. "Okay~" She churred out, hopping slightly as she continued to eat her salad.
Silly girl.
"I'm just scared to buy anything else..what if it turns into another ten year old? I mean, I adore them but...two is a lot to begin with, you know?" He shrugs, looking down at his salad before shoving in a mouth full.
"Thanks. I don't grow it myself, but I'd love to get into the hydro system I read about once. Supposedly it makes bigger, better tasting veggies. I just need an actual house first, a place to grow it. Akuti said she'd help with it too." He grinned around his fork, swallowing his vegtables smoothly. "At least Diacyn is keeping Iamel quiet. The kid loves noise."
"So...the brain stops working?" He blinks a little bit, fingers rising up to wind both his hands around Diacyns wrist. The woodpecker wasn't opposed to EATING the bloody thing, but he was opposed to touching it and getting bloody himself.
Woodpeckers don't do bloody.
So, holding the owls hand in place, Iamel studied the wannabe liver, nose wrinkling a bit. "It looks like an organ," Voice light, "Those are the good parts?" He shrugged, leaning over and taking the piece into his mouth.
Chew chew chew, hands dropping as he chewed on the dead lump of flesh, eyebrows knitted up in concentration. "It doesn't taste like yuck," He finally came out with, head tilting to the side, "And it has a weird texture. Chewy, but tough." Blinking. "You can have the rest. I'll have my crickets."
He grinned. It HADN'T tasted yucky but he knew the owl would appreciate it loads more then he would. Iamel would stick to his crickets.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 8:28 pm
Diacyn was completely, totally oblivious to the little woodpecker's kindness and went on stuffing his face. "Yup. Organs are good. The human says they've got vitamins in 'em." His voice was a little muffled by mouthfuls of other organs and assorted body parts. "She said crickets have vitamins too, so I guess they're pretty good." Chew, chew, tear, chew. "I guess it's the brain," he mused. "Yeah. When you kill it you break their brain and they can't think anymore. But they get scared first. Fun." There was an fierce sort of gleam in the owl-boy's eyes as he said this. He wasn't entirely sure why, but there was something fascinating about the way a creature's wide, panicked eyes flashed and bulged and then suddenly went very, very still.
This rabbit hadn't done that, it had been dead first, but it was still a damn good rabbit.
"Do bugs scream? I don't think you could hear them. But maybe they do."
"Gaah. Two is more then enough. Just the one is driving me absolutely bonkers." Taylor giggled a little and bit into another tomato. "I knew I could never have kids because... well, I'd go nuts. At least we managed to skip the diaper stage."
Part of her was completely amazed at just how wierd this was. Here she was at the house of a guy she'd only meant once, eating the best salad she'd ever had and casually discussing the antics of two bird-children from another dimension (or something). This was not what she expected college was going to be like.
"Hydro system? That sounds fun. I know nothing about it, but... it should be really cool." She could just picture little Akuti watering tomatoes and lettuce with infinite care and compassion... and Iamel promptly tearing the little things out and, she didn't know, putting them on his head or something.
Man, she was glad she only had one.
"The best thing I ever grew was a giant bacterial colony... Mom threw it out. It was cool though... but I wouldn't have wanted to eat it."
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 8:36 pm
Iamel didn't mind. He fetched his little bag full of crickets and beetles and half eaten fruits before settling back down by the owl boy. "They scream. It's soft and high pitched but...they scream."
His lips quirked into a slow smile, casually eating the crickets and beetles and the fruit, eyes sliding back to the owl with an arched eyebrow. "No trying to see if I get scared and can't think," He muffled out, crunching down on his crickets. "Cause I wouldn't be fun and I might kick you." A soft giggle, going happily back to his meal.
"Have you met the hummingbird yet?"
"I forgot the exact detail but..." He trailed off, shrugging and shoving some salad into his mouth with a quiet laugh. Patrick wasn't too surprised by anything anymore - not with the children he had and the things he'd been through.
The dark boy would be more creeped out if Shanuh smiled a real smile then anything magical happening.
"Giant colony of bacteria? ******** SWEET. How big? What kind? Why the hell did your mother throw it out?" He looked affronted by the very image, frowning a little.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 8:52 pm
"Hummingbird? Nope." Diacyn licked his fingers clean while inspecting the woodpecker's bag of foods. "Is it another one? Like us, I mean? That would be cool." He finished cleaning his fingers (but neglected to clean off the blood smears that decorated his forearms all the way to the elbow) and picked up the remnants of his meal, mostly the hindquarters and a string of vertebrae with the head still attatched. He was full, but he would store this for later. No sense in letting it go to waste if Iamel wasn't going to eat it.
"I'm not going to make you scream. You'd be too loud. Besides, you're more fun when your brain works." A happy grin and a wave of the rabbit skeleton. "If you kick me, I'll kick back... I'm learning karate."
"I forget, it was a while ago." Taylor remenisced about the bacteria colony. "A bunch of stuff... mostly found it around the house. Then I tried to isolate them all, ran out of petri dishes and started using the good bowls for holding agar. That's when Mom threw them out." She shook her head in mock irritation. "Honestly. What else would she want me to use the bowls for. Cereal? Jeez."
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 9:57 pm
Iamel wouldn't eat it. He asked (ordered) Patrick to buy him the frozen rabbit so he could try it. He preferred his crickets and his fruit and occasional waffle. With fruit on top. And smashed crickets sprinkled on top. Diacyn, in his eyes, was more then welcome to the dangly rabbit. "He's annoying."
The hummingbird just..pissed Iamel off. At the very thought of the purple haired brat, he grumbled quietly, sinking into himself at the mention. Very few things made Iamel loathe someone on sight but that damned BIRD had tried to steal his Shiniee from him. Trying to take Patrick from iamel or hurting Patrick was a sure way to make Iamel hate you almost immediately.
Thus, nothing more was said on the bird, eyes flickering back up to Diacyn. It was weird, to have someone who didn't do anything but be growly and snarky and just..themselves and for him to not dislike them. Even to like them and want to TALK and do stuff like pull off crickets legs and things! It was weird..not in a bad way. Then again, Iamel figured he was thinking too much and a lot of other people didn't think like he did..Diacyn probably figured he was just some wonky kid who he could put up with.
The grin and the teasing helped, though.
"I'll only kick if you try to kill me." He snickered softly, breaking himself from his thoughts and poking at the dangling, waving rabbit skeleton. "Or - what's karate?"" Pause, blinkblink, head tilting to the side. "I've never heard of it."
"My mother once tossed out some equations I did to finish pi." He frowned a little, "She was 'cleaning' my room back when I was like...fifteen and saw all these papers on my desk and just...tossed them. I had almost gotten another one too, damnit. I could've been famous."
A quiet grumble left him, glancing at Taylor and grinning, "Cereal is best eaten out of a box. That's what I think anyway."
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 3:24 pm
Diacyn's eyes brightened. This was something he'd been wanting to show off for ages. Taylor wouldn't let him do it in the dinky, cluttered little dorm room they shared, but there was plenty of room here. And he figured Iamel would like it.
"Karate is this." Dropping the rabbit carcass, Diacyn leapt into a complicated series of jumps and twirls interspersed with punches and kicks that flew far over his bald head. Another spin, a backfist that almost took out the refrigerator, and then he vaulted into the air for an incredible spinning roundhouse that was unfortunately spoiled by a slippery floor and loose sandals.
"Grr." Diacyn picked himself off the floor for the second time that day (he'd fallen off Taylor's bookcase earlier- damn this clumsy human form) and proceeded to spend several seconds glaring at the offensive linolium until it (presumably) was scared half to death.
"Anyhow. That's karate. I learned from a movie. Taylor doesn't like it." Taylor didn't like much of anything he did. Not that he cared. "You should learn. You could smear the hummingbird across three walls if you wanted."
He'd picked up that phrase from a movie too, and tried to use it every time he could. It was a pretty good mental image in his mind.
"You were trying to finish pi? That's awesome! Parents don't know anything. I bet you could have been all famous and they would have been jealous. Ha." A quick shake of the head at Diacyn's antics. "My parents gave up on trying to clean my room a long time ago. I think they were afraid the stuff would have become alive and attacked. Add some electricity and you could have gotten life, I swear. Maybe that's where he came from." She supressed a snigger as Diacyn landed in an unusually ungraceful heap, mainly because he would have threatened to mutilate her fingers somehow if he heard her.
"Who needs bowls? Or spoons. If we were meant to use spoons we would have evolved spoonfingers. Actually, that wouldn't work very well..." Taylor spent a few seconds wiggling her fingers in an effort to figure out the logistics of having spoons on the ends. "Maybe some kind of swiss army finger.... This is what scared my parents more then my room," she added with a smile. "Me going off on tangents about spoonfingers and things."
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 3:47 pm
Those several seconds where Diacyn was glaring at teh floor, Iamel was gawking at him. Sure, the woodpecker could read and write in latin and...stuff, but he couldnt jump around like THAT!
He really, really wanted to.
"...holy. Crap." His voice was a croak - he had heard THAT phrase come from Patrick enough times to know it was something to say with awe. "How...how do you do that? I mean..." Blinking a little, head tilting up a bit to peer at him before Iamel picked himself up off the ground. "I can't do that. How do you? I think I'd fall on my face before even lifting a foot."
"Yeah..I was trying...but they threw everything out." His eyes rolled dramatically before snaking to the two in the kitchen. He DID snicker and he didn't care if Diacyn heard him. Iamel would protect him!
He hoped.
"I don't really want to know where those sproglets came from, actually. I think it would scare the s**t out of me to know." He shuddered, head shaking once more, forking the rest of the salad into his mouth. And yet, Patrick listened to her tanget about spoonfingers, a critical, pierced eyebrow arching.
"Actually, since the ancient human created spoon, it nixed any need we would have for cupped fingers. It's probably why our fingers are so versitle now, instead of being cupped and arthritic like it probably was back in the day." A soft snicker, "And our brains adapted to the need for tools - once a tool was made, the idea for more and more came, leading up to s**t like the refrigerator."
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 9:17 am
"It's hard. You've got to have balance... I guess you use your wings. Since they're not that good for flying, they've got to be good for something." Diacyn flapped them angrily, still upset about his momentary loss of dignity. "Here, you go like this..." he settled into a sturdy front stance- "and then this, and this-" three or four punches, a bit too fast for anyone to really follow.
"You hit 'em in the stomach. Or the neck, that makes them choke. Or the eyes." He made a grabbing, clawing movement towards Iamel's head but stopped an inch or so short of his eyeballs. "And then you do kicks. That's the hard part. I could give you my movie if you want."
It was a strangely nice thing for him to say. He was Diacyn, the kid who guarded his stuff tooth and nail (and sometimes stole other people's stuff and then guarded that). But he wanted Iamel to be happy. Somehow that would make him happy too.
"And the toaster oven. And about a zillion more things that do tasks no other creature would ever need done, and break half the time when doing them! Or they work just fine, but then the 'sproglets' break them."
Wow. Somebody actually had listened. That was a first.
"That makes a lot of sense, actually. We've shaped our own evolution. Makes you wonder what would have come out if we were complete idiots and decided we all needed to hit each other on the head with rocks every day. We'd have thick skulls and big rock-throwing forearms... come to think of it, I think we've got that already."
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 9:37 am
Iamel just..watched. There was no way he could learn off of what the other was doing - he was fast and quick and well...there was nothing he could do to second it. "We'll learn to fly one day," He responded lightly, shoulders risin in a shrug, "You were able to fly more then anyone -I've- seen."
His eyes widen and he stares, cross-eyed, at the fingers wriggling a few centimeters from his face, grinning a little, head tilting to the side at the offer. "Okay." Nodnod, hopping from one foot to the other slightly, "I won't loose it or anything."
Like he would. Iamels shiniees were his prize possesions - no one touched them, not even Patrick.
"Thank you~" Iamel was grinning a little bit, running his hand through the multi-colored, feathery hair on his head. "I don't think I'll be able to punch as fast as you, though.." More blinking and then he hopped again, grinning wider. "Wanna go outside? You can show me more there and it's not slippery if you take off your shoes."
"That's what football players are for." He grinned a little, winking once as he finished his salad, ruffling Akutis hair fondly. "They're the genetic throw back of human society. And girls are the more evolved parts - they seem to be more stratigically made then us guys."
Patrick laughed, glancing at Taylor with that crooked grin. "So, if we shaped our own evolution, does that make us a type of god?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 7:50 am
"Gods?" Taylor snorted. "More like a bunch of two-year-olds with a box of computer parts and no instruction book. We don't know what the hell we're doing. If we did, we'd all have wings and laser cannons for arms and, I don't know, super-strengh or something. But honestly, we don't know a thing. Look at dogs. We tried to shape their evolution, and now we've got bulldogs that can't breathe and collies with sharp little noses and skulls that squeeze their brains out of shape. It's just too complicated." She glowered at a snow pea for a moment. "Well, until somebody gets it figured out. We've mapped the genome, but we can't read the road signs."
"Outside? Yeah!" Diacyn was thrilled. He could go out in the snow! Snow was the best thing ever. Especially for throwing at people. "I'll get the movie later. It's at home now."
"Let's go!" Sandals flapping, he ran out of the kitchen and dashed up to Taylor. "Hold this," he snapped, forcing the dismembered rabbit on her before dashing to the door. "Hurry up!"
Taylor wrinkled her nose, holding the corpse at arm's length. For the girl who'd dissected innumberable small dead rodents, she was unusually squeamish when faced with this.
"Akuti, you want my salad?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 9:01 am
"Maybe that makes us gods." He shrugged a little, shoveling more salad into his mouth as he listened to her go on about how the human race sucked when it came to trying to force people (or animals in this case) into being something they weren't.
"We can't control life but they've found out the gene that makes someone queer, so it's only a few more hundred years until -" he cut himself off, blinking over to Diacyn and Iamel emerging from the kitchen. The sight of the torn apart rabbit made him pale under the pigment as well, body lurching just slightly. One jewelry encrusted hand rose to cover his mouth as the smell of dead animal, although scarce from the previously frozen rabbit, invaded his nostrils anyway.
"Iamel, what are you..."
"Going outside." Iamel shrugged a little bit, grabbing his coat and slinging it on. He was the gaurdian of explosions - NOT hypothermia. Snow didn't make him concent and happy like it did for the other bird but it was better then listening to the two humans pratter on and on about 'genomes'.
Geez. Gnomes lived in Holland. Didn't t hose idiots know ANYTHING?
"I need shoes!" He winged back at Diacyn, huffing and kicking his sneakers on quickly before skirting out. Luckily, they were the thick soled shoes made for snow, so he didn't find himself falling on his face or anything equally embarssing (poor Diacyn). "Okay! I'm out!"
Akutis face was pale as well, tinging green around her eyes and her mouth. "..n...no thank you." Her voice had dropped to a squeaking whisper before she scrambled from the couch.
Her hard footsteps could be heard as he threw herself into the bathroom and vomited, noisily, into the toilet.
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