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 Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 11:34 am
Eight frowned, picking up her daughter and bouncing her a bit. "Hush, hush. It'll be okay! You'll get Tabby later, don't worry!" Eight coo'd, rocking Shauna and nuzzling her face into the girl's hair. She blinked when something soft hit her leg, looking down to find Tabby sitting at her feet and bending down to pick it up and give it to Shauna. The fox child didn't stop crying, but the sight of Tabby at least quieted her down a bit.
Shauna was clinging tightly to Tabby, burying her face into her mother's chest and whimpering. Eight turned around so she was facing Ioyla and Ilistala again, bouncing Shauna a few more times in a failing attempt to make her laugh, she was still crying too hard to even hiccup a giggle. "...Let's go shopping...then they can play together without making each other cry by taking each other's toys..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 11:57 am
Ioyla awkwardly continued to smooth Stala's hectic hair. Her ears perked at the suggestion of going out and getting toys. Yay, toys! "Yeah, good idea. 'Kay. I like that. Good thinkin. Shoppin solves everything, doesn't it?" The young demon pulled Ilistala up into her arms, placing the baby's chin on her shoulder and whispering sweet, soothing things into her ear. Ioyla bounced her around several times, all the while inching towards the door to leave.
Meanwhile, the tears had stopped falling, but Stala sniffled from time to time. She raised her arms when Ioyla moved to pick her up, whining, her hands clenching and unclenching, as if she was trying to snatch something only she could see. She was lifted into the air, then her head was on mommy's shoulder and mommy was saying very comfortable and nice things. The comfortable and nice things made her very sleepy...
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 3:33 pm
Eight took a step towards the door and stopped, raising a brow and glancing back at her friend. "...Are you serious or are you mocking me? If you're seriously I'll hurt you." In the most loving way possible, of course. Eight grinned and watched Ioyla and Ilistala quietly, bouncing Shauna a few more times to win a few laughs or giggles out of the child. "Y'know, despite how much you claim to hate kids, you're a pretty good mother." Eight murmured, walking to the door again and walking out, pausing to wait in the hall for Ioyla.
"Aw, she looks so tired now."
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2005 8:46 pm
Ioyla nuzzled her face into Stala's cheek with affection thicker than mud. Maybe Eight was right. Maybe she was a good mother. Maybe she could be more than an Infriti. This was her only chance to do something with her life. Ioyla boosted the sleeping Ilistala up to a more comfortable position.
"I was totally serious, Eight dahling," she teased her friend, giggling and shuffling out of the shitty apartment right after Eight. But before fumbling the door closed with an awkward hand, Ioyla took the time to stop and stare at her home: It was time to move. It was time to get out. The apartment was already an inch from falling in on itself...time to suck it up and move away. The demon shut the door, locking it this time, before hooking arms with her best friend, sniggering, and skipping off to the mall.
"Stala looks so sleepy because she's tired of looking at your face. ZING!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 1:35 pm
Eight stopped and waited while Ioyla stared at her apartment, bouncing Shauna a bit. "You better have been, would've killed you if you were mocking me..." She grinned and walked instead of skipped, not wanting to upset Shauna with too much bouncing.
"I noticed you were staring at your apartment...thinking it's time to move...?" The blinked and stared at Ioyla at her...lame insult, rolling her eyes and smacking the demon upside the head. Hmph! b***h! "It couldn't possibly be the tranquilizers you probably sneak into her food!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 3:42 pm
Ioyla blew random orange locks from the snoozing Ilistala's face while Eight babbled to Ioyla's deaf ears. She wasn't ignoring her! She was just...she...yeah, she was ignoring her. But a sharp slap to the back of the head and all of Ioyla's attention was brought to her friend, not her sleeping child.
"JEEZE! That HURTS! Did you every think about trying for a slapping contest? Or a pimp? You'd make an awesome pimp." The demon hiked Ilistala up further, but the little baby had already awoken. She whined and rubbed at her sleepy eyes. "...this is your fault," she muttered, throwing a nasty glare at Eight. Ioyla ssh'd Stala, rocking gently, but it was useless; the little Shattered baby was fully awake and grumpy.
Heaving a heavy sigh, Ioyla turned to Eight with a sheepish, pathetic smile. "I can't go out today, I guess Stala is really sleepy. Maybe later?" But she didn't wait for a reply, as Stala's cries were getting louder, demanding attention, food, and a nice comfy bed to go back to sleep. Ioyla blew Eight a small kiss and disappeared behind her front door, looking a little irritated as well. She wanted to out, goddammit. Being a mother really sucked a** sometimes.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 9:11 pm
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"
Yeos' usually soft voice broke through the air like white hot streaks, squeezing through the cracks under and on the side of the door. There was a loud squeal, followed by the crash and tinkle of broken glass. Probably a window in Yeos' room, and it was probably Calira who broke it. Those two had some strange relationship.
Ioyla turned on her side on her bed, yawning. Shafts of sunlight broke through the blinds on the windows; huge pieces of dust floated in the lazy morning air. The sheets on the bed were clean. The sun was warm. Everything felt very good.
It was time to get up. Time to get up, be the mommy, and break up the fight between the dog Tahnee and the Sylph. Responsibility was greater than sleeping in. But it wasn't greater than the desire. The demon rolled over to the other side once more to face her little baby.
Ilistala's bright orange eyes were shut tight, but those gorgeous orbs crawled under her lids in the natural mystery of R.E.M. Her little leathery wings beat periodically at her shoulders, where they rested. A runaway red lock of hair hung around her chin. Ioyla brushed it away with an affectionate sweep of her hand. Stala stirred, once, then returned to her peaceful slumber.
Ioyla finally pulled herself away from the comfort of warm white sheets and beautiful dreams. Yeos continued screaming and yelling, while Calira's nervous squeaks tried to calm the Tahnee.
"You broke it! Cali, you broke my painting!"
The demon sighed, her gray eyes going skywards. She slipped a pale hand under her large shirt--a shirt she stole from Page, no doubt--to rub at a knot in the back of her neck. She hiked up her boxers, bent down to squeeze her toes one by one, and came back up, only to lean backwards to crack her back. Having completed her morning routine, Ioyla shuffled out of her bedroom, giving Stala one last look
(be a good girl for mommy)
before gently closing the bedroom door.
Ioyla nearly crawled into the kitchen, grumbling and generally cranky. Yeos and Cali continued to argue, but not as loud as before; perhaps they heard their somewhat mother coming, and decided it was time to quiet down. A wise choice. A wise choice, indeed....
"Nyaaah~~~!"
"Don't you run away from me!"
"SHUT THE ******** UP."
The Tahnee had chased Calira into the living room by now, and due to the bizarre construction of the tiny apartment, there was a chunk of the kitchen wall missing, so that one could see right into the rest of the apartment. That was where Ioyla saw Yeos about to pluck the feathers right out of Calira's a**.
"Jesus H. Christ in heaven! Can't you shut the ******** up for ONE MINUTE? There is a ******** BABY asleep in the OTHER ROOM, and ya'll are makin the bigget ******** racket EVER. GodDAMN. Shut the ******** up! Shut the ******** up! SHUT! THE! ********! UP!"
But Yeos' mismatched eyes were not focused on Ioyla's furious, sleepy face; Calira's curious, happy gaze was not on her ranting owner; no, they were both looking behind Ioyla, three feet off the floor. Suspecting the worst, Ioyla slowly turned around...
...and saw Ilistala, wild red hair and all, standing behind her mommy. Her demon wings idly flapped at the nape of her neck while her tiny toddler mouth struggled to speak its first--and worst--word.
"Oh Jesus."
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 6:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 6:14 pm
Is it Rated G?
___//In which Ilistala meets Papree. Ioyla "Mine! Want! POWERPUFFGIIIIIRLS! TRANSFORMS! BOTH!"
A small child's screams could be heard throughout the small video store: screams of despair and desire, screams of a stubborn and spoiled toddler. Her tiny wings beat against the air, actually raising her small form into the air an inch or two. She pouted and pointed at a rack of children's movies, wailing. "Mineminemine! WATCH BOTH! ******** mother of the Terrible Tantrum-Throwing Toddler sighed and bent down, eye-to-eye, with the kid. Her short messy brown hair, today, was even more crazy-looking.
"I said no," she said, folding her arms beneath her bossom. "We can have either Powerpuff Girls, or Transformers. Which one is it?"
How pathetic. You're a young, respectable (enough) person (or demon, but close enough), and you're arguing with a 2-year-old about movies? Couldn't get anymore humiliating than this.
Ilistala started to bawl. "Want...booooth!"
The cashier behind the counter, along with the five other customers in the movie store, gave Ioyla a strange, strange look.
Please kill me now God, she thought bitterly. Bird Draggon ... Uugh.
Even though she had been hauling small children and textbooks and all that jazz around on her back since the ripe old age of maybe two, that didn't make it any easier. Puffing up her cheeks, Bird hopped a step to raise Pree up another few inches and lower the pressure on her abused vertebre, much to the delight of Pree, who squealed lightly and wound her arms around Bird's neck, effectively cutting off her air supply.
Luckily, Bird had just given the glass door to the video store a good bodyslam (seeing as her arms were occupied), and Pree's attention was diverted to the blinking neon lights and bright colors and depictions of blood'n'guts on posters that all video stores seem to supply. She pointed excitedly to one of the TV screens mounted on the walls and Bird took the time to greedily suck in oxygen.
"Okay," Bird panted, setting the excited Papree onto the floor, "you know the drill. Go knock yourself out."
Those last words were like a gunshot starting a race; Papree was off, running and sliding under the person being helped at the register's legs and scanning the isles and drinking up all the different pictures and trying to decide which one looked the most promising. Pree was so distracted she didn't see or hear the wailing body until she plowed straight into them, catching her in honest surprise. Ioyla Ioyla and Ilistala continued to squabble; Ioyla's voice had sunk to a rather defeated low, while Stala's grew louder and shriller. Ioyla would have essentially just given in and let Stala get both movies, but her attention was suddenly brought to the fact that someone just ran into her. Ow!
"Hey!" Ioyla had been leaning against the movie rack, and when the purple-headed kid knocked into her own orange-haired kid, things were bound to get a little messy. She raked a scranwy hair through her hair, pushing locks out of her eyes. "Holy Christ," the young mother muttered.
Meanwhile, Ilistala was too busy bawling to notice someone had run into her--until she was suddenly on the ground, tangled in another little body. Hey! "Owieeee!" the small Shattered cried, sitting up, pushing Pree off her. She sniffed and passed Ioyla a hurt look, which Ioyla returned with annoyance.
So far, this day sucked. Bird Draggon Pree, having not spoken much, had no idea what to say or do in such a situation as this. She had enough sense to help remove her limbs from the other's and scramble away from the kid who looked like her hair was on fire--
Ohmigosh. Her hair was on fire! Any and all thoughts of how to remedy the situation and apologize about mowing them both straight to the ground were abolished as Pree gawked at the other kid's head, wondering if she even noticed. Pree had the general idea on how fire worked; it was hot, not really pleasant to touch, and ate away at stuff and made it all black and charred and...
Pree's eyes grew, if possible, even wider. Ioyla Stala appeared confused, and a little creeped out, that someone her size and age was staring at her head like it was on fire. It wasn't, no way, but her mommy said it looked like fire; mommy made fire sometimes, on her fingers to make little white roll things go burn and make icky smells. Stala inched back a few steps to Ioyla, wringing her chubby hands.
"Daaaaah!" she cried, throwing a DVD box at Pree, trying to scare her off. Meanwhile, Ioyla backed away, leaving the children to their own demise, in search of the purple-haired child's mother or father.
"Hey!" she called across the store, waving her arms around, gaining the attention of the people in the store again, although it was more mild annoyance and a heavy eyeroll, rather than confused and interested. "Whose kids this?" Bird Draggon "Ai!" Papree squealed, lurching to the polka-dotted carpet to evade the oncoming rectangular case. It missed her face, but instead landed on its side with a thwack on her ankle.
Pree's eyes welled with tears as the smarting joint sang in obvious displeasure, shifting to allow her hands to wrap around the ankle and try to soothe. "... oww..." She hoped the fire on the other kid's head fried her nose off.
Bird, in the meantime, raised her head from examining a shelf stockpiled with all the movies you could pawn off for a buck at the questioning shout. She visibly paled when she saw a distinctive purple head built low to the ground.
"Mine," Bird answered, sidestepping a hindering stack of candy to make her way toward the other lady. Ioyla Ioyla's head perked as the purple-haired toddler was claimed by an alarmingly pale lady. She waved her arms some more to alert Bird that she was over by the action movies, slinked back over to Stala, and felt her eyes roll skyward at the scene before her.
Ilistala was currently on her knees in front of Pree, whining with her, passing an arm under a nose that was certainly not on fire. She touched Papree's ankle with gentle fingers, hiccuping. Ohhh, she made the little girl get a boo-boo! Stala sat back on her rear, Indian-style, and hiccuped again. "Ahhzaa," she pointed out, knuckling away a few tears, "buhbuhbuh." I agree completely.
Ioyla watched Stala murmur educated, matter-of-fact toddler-things at a kid who would probably throw a movie right back at her own child. Her tongue poked annoyed furrows in her jaw and cheeks. "That's right, Stala," she cheered, "you tell her you're sorry, you tell her good." Bird Draggon Bird scurried over, mind supplying her with the worst possible scenarios one could ever think of, automatically veering toward the waving appendages near the back of the store.
Papree had blinked away the last of the tears in confusion, her ankle's discomfort now diminishing to a tolerable throb. Half of her puzzlement was on the fact that the fire on top of the other kid's head hadn't spread, or charred her face black, or.. done anything except... sit there. Most befuddling. The other half was because she seemed to be apologizing now instead of hurling another one of those skinny boxes at her.
"Abnoo?" Pree questioned, blinking bewilderedly, the grip her fingers held around her joint diminishing until they slid off, revealing an undamaged, if not slightly red and sore, ankle. Ioyla Ilistala offered Pree a solemn nod at her questioning baby-babble. Yes, she was sorry for throwing things at Papree; heat of the moment, she supposed. ...if she knew what that meant. The point is, Stala was apologizing. The Shattered toddler slipped a finger into her mouth, sucking on it, getting it spitty and gross, before pulling it out and touching Pree's ankle. She meant the best, truly, and saliva had some kind of special enzyme in it! ...maybe!
"Ahdaaaar," she concluded, wiping the last of the spit on Pree's ankle. She promptly sat down and turned to her mother, who was watching the anixious Bird approach herself and the two toddlers. Ioyla casually leaned against the movie rack, picking at her thumb nail.
"Hey lady, so like...whatever is goin on here, y'know...I didn't do it." A cheesy grin flickered across her face, followed by a thumbs up and the reluctant patting of Pree's head. "See, she's fine. No need to sue us or anythin, yeah?" Bird Draggon Papree stared at her ankle, reaching out to poke at it with an outstretched finger, and then proceeding to stare at the finger. Miraculously, the ankle's dull trob had receeded almost completely. Pree's face brightened; whoa! The fire-haired kid could do magic!
"Daaa! Eee!" she squealed, wriggling her ankle in every possible direction it could go. "Prrumbum," she said with a flash of teeth in a smile; thanks!
"Sue?" Bird repeated blankly, her mind frazzled from the massive amount of grotesque scenes her imagination had been too happy to provide. "Oh! Oh, no no, I'd never do anything like that," she hastily reassured, cracking a grin and looking sheepish. As Pree blinked at the sudden bobbing of her head, Bird confessed, "I'm actually sorta glad. She doesn't talk too much-- well, I mean, if you count babbling as talking but.. y'know." Ioyla Ilistala stared at her finger in dumb disbelief. Holy cow! She healed Papree! Woah! Maybe spit did have something wacky in it! Testing this new found "super power", Stala jabbed her finger back into her mouth, turning her attention from mommy and this New Lady to Papree, who seemed enthralled with her healed ankle. After a few moments of slobbering, Stala yanked her finger back out and jabbed a small cut on her elbow, one she had gotten a few days ago from scratching herself too hard.
Nothing happened. What a gyp! Maybe the wound had to be fresh? Or maybe she was just lucky that one time...Ilistala didn't care, she proceeded to lick herself all over. Covered in spit and pleased with herself, Stala gave her new friend a happy-go-lucky thumbs-up, just like mommy!
And speaking of mommy, Ioyla chewed her nail while Bird spoke. "Oh yeah? Don't talk too much? Lady, I'd sure love to trade with you...I can't get her to shut up, sometimes. And she knows...naughty words, and stuff. Like, the kind...someone her age shouldn't know." Ioyla blushed, taking all the credit for teaching her kid how to say ******** style="color: gray">"Anyways...hi, I'm Ioyla, and that's Ilistala, but you can call her Stala. Or Hey You." Her hand fell from mouth to hover just in front of Bird, ready for a good, warm hand shake. Bird Draggon Bird failed to dissapoint, thrusting out her arm and shaking the other's hand as one would do in an interview. "Hullo!" she replied cheerily, "M'name's Bird and... it sounds like you have quite a handful."
Wow. This kid was friggin' amazing in Pree's book. Giggling, Papree (still wigging her ankle everywhichway) clapped and cheered in the strange way that small children do before suddenly realizing there was more than one mommygiant hovering above them. Tilting her head as far back as it would go to view the entire person in her eyesight, a blinking Pree pointed a finger up at Ioyla and quiered, "Dooo?" Ioyla When the customary greeting was complete, Ioyla let her hand fall back to her side, hooking her thumbs in the beltloops of her jeans. She snorted, loudly, at Bird's iroinically obvious note of how much of a hassle Ilistala, and small children in general, could be. "You got that right, Bird," she murmured, "a big ******** handful." One hand dropped from its spot at her pants to hang out for Stala to take, which she didn't.
Instead, Ilistala's attention was focused on her saliva-drenched arm. Her elbow still sported the scab, even after all of that licking, but it looked softer, pink around the edges. Perhaps it was healing! There was only one way to find out! Wiggling her bottom, situating herself more on the floor of the video store, the Shattered toddler peeled the scab right off. Ew, I know.
Ioyla watched her child do this with a face frozen between annoyance and disgust. "Dear...God," she breathed, bending down to snatch Stala up off the floor and resting her on her hip. Ioyla offered Bird a nervous laugh, and the situation would have almost been comically gross, had Ilistala not began yelling and beating her mother's back with her tiny baby fists, apparently furious with Ioyla for stopping her attempts at self-healing.
The demon finally noticed Papree's inquiry, turning to the little one with her patented Cheesy Ioyla Grin, one that was sure to show up in every outing, always to please. "Yeah kid, you're right! You ask whatev'r you want, even if it doesn't make that much sense!" Bird Draggon Papree responded with a confused blink and a tiny little grin of her own before abandoning the question and returning her attention to Ilistala's antics, wondering if she should be doing the same. Maybe it was part of the whole healing process? Pree glanced down at her slightly reddened ankle (which had finally come to a rest) and wrinkled her forehead in worry - she hadn't liked that feeling at all.
As the small child pondered what to do, Bird looked sheepish after witnessing the firey-haired kid's performance, well used to toddlers' antics by now. She popped open her mouth to voice something that was, most likely, not catagorized as intelligent when there was a tug on her hand. Automatically, Bird glanced down and stared at Pree, who was still yanking on her five-fingered appendage as if it were one of those old fashioned bells (with the one rope and the one.. bellringer dude. Yeah! That one!). Once she had Bird's full attention, Pree reached up with her arms outstretched and announced, "Ba!"
Perplexed, Bird obeyed and lifted Pree up, intending to heft her over her shoulders, when Pree, after passing the waistline, immediately opened her mouth and started hollering as loudly as possible and beating on Bird's belly.
Bird immediately doubled over, still hanging onto the seemingly possessed child, in both pain and surprise. What the...? Ioyla Ilistala's beating continued on for the next five minutes, her small fists pounding red marks on her mother's back. Stala continued yelling as well, right into Ioyla's ear, who, by now, was starting to lose the feeling in not only her spine, but her eardrum as well. The attack finally subsided, but only when Ilistala noticed Pree doing the same thing. What a wacky kid! Stala liked her.
By now, the few customers in the store had vanished, more than a little pertubed by the wailing infants. The movie store clerk had picked up the phone to dial the police, or possibly even animal control, but when the fire-haired one (and, coincidentally, the loudest) had stopped screaming, he decided against it. He really didn't want any trouble from the toddler, who seemed capable of bringing down the entire store.
While Ioyla recouperated from nearly breaking her back and going deaf, Stala wiggled and jiggled until she was finally free of her mother's grip, where she would fall to the ground, her backside cushining her drop. She pushed herself to her feet, toddled over to Bird, and began whacking the woman's legs, obviously under the impression that causing others pain was amusing. Ioyla did nothing, or perhaps she didn't notice, instead far too busy masaging her neck and ear. What a loud little kid... Bird Draggon Pree continued to kick and wail and scream long after Stala had quit, under the impression that, yes!, this was good for you. Healthy had a nice ring to it.
Bird's stomach was about to combust and declare war on the rest of her body. Groaning, Bird attempted to disconnect Papree's fists with a [now permanent] hole in her chest cavity when pain decided to fire up the engines in her legs. Wondering it Pree's massive amounts of hair had suddenly pulled a Medusa, Bird looked back down at the floor to discover the other kid.
Hooboy.
Pree, thankfully, noticed the lack of loud noises on the other end and blinked at Stala a bit before grinning and slipping easily out of her mum's twitching fingers. A bright smile on her face, Pree jumped and squealed and tested out her ankle which was no longer any other color than what it should be. Wow! That stuff really worked! She twisted her torso in an odd way to look at Stala's elbow without having to move, a queried look on her face. Ioyla Ioyla finally noticed the war the two children were raging on Bird, and she sprung to her feet to snatch Ilistala into her arms, perhaps offer a sheepish apology, definately rush the hell out of there, god, what a naughty little girl I got to watch, why me, what did I do to deserve this?--
but Stala had suddenly stopped hitting Bird. In fact, when Pree had jumped from Bird's crippling form to twist and look at her, Ilistala had followed her new friend, twisting her spine to peer at the back of her arm (although, it would've been much easier to just bend her arm instead of snapping her spine over it, but she was far too stubborn to do things the easy way). "Abwaaah!" she yelped, leaping about the floor, sporting her still-scabbed, but apparently healed, elbow.
Ioyla merely stared at the two. "Huh," she murmured, scratching her chin, "I think we got ourselves some crazy a** kids, huh Bird?" Bird Draggon Bird, still working on restoring working order to her stomach organ, made an odd noise in the back of her throat in agreement, smacking a fist into her back to straighten her spine up. "Mmyep," Bird spoke, wincing as a hand scrubbed the sore spot. "Very much so."
Pree watched as Stala bounced across the floor, confused. There was more involved in this than just coating yourself with saliva and beating one's mother to a pulp? Jeez. Sure was complicated, healing ankles. Shrugging to herself, Papree prepared to join in the romping when her hair, freakin' long as it was, wound itself around both her legs and stuck under one of the ribbons secured around her arm, tightening once Pree moved. The result: one Pree vaulted face-first to the floor.
Ow~. Ioyla Ilistala continued bouncing and jiving across the carpet, hopping up to a rack of movies and slapping their covers. She pinwheeled her arms and skipped, hooted and danced, celebrated a great victory for scabbed limbs alike, but stopped once the scene of Papree falling flat on her face unfolded before her very big, very orange eyes.
Great peals of toddler laughter followed.
Stala sat down, hard, clutching her tummy and pointing at Pree. She meant no offense for laughing at Papree's mishap with her hair and ribbons, but it was just so funny! She snorted and giggled and guffawed, leaning against the same rack of movies she had smacked only a few moments before.
Meanwhile, Ioyla watched Pree stumble and fall. She twitched and bent down to help her up, casting a wary glance at Bird, as if asking permission to help the other's child. Not waiting for a nod of approval (or even a hurling movie box to signal that help was frowned upon), Ioyla gently gripped Pree by the arm, helping her up, shushing any cries, should there be any. "Ya'llright there, lil girl? You sure fell right on your face. Pow, right in the kisser~." Bird Draggon Ooo, that smarted.
Winding her small fingers around one fourth of the mommagiant's arm, Pree climbed back onto her feet and yanked out the piece of purple Medusa-wannabe hair, frowning at it before grinning at the giggling Stala. Pointedly, Pree popped a finger into her mouth, got it nice and soggy, and proceeded to slather her face with saliva.
Bird snorted and instantly regretted it, seeing as her stomach flared up at her audacity to laugh at a time like this when it was in obvious pain.
Papree looked very proud of herself, and decided that, seeing as her face didn't sting anymore, there was no need to pound on her mother's stomach. She smiled brightly at Stala's mommagiant and stated, "Heedooda!" which was closely followed by a skipping over to the other small child and a tugging over to the pretty section of movies where red was the predominate color. Ioyla Impressed by Pree's lack of crying after falling on her face, and using her new, patented spit-healing method, Stala let herself be whisked away by her new friend, opting to check out the movie boxes with the zombies all on it. Red was fun, sure, but people with their faces falling off? Hell yes!
Ioyla watched the little purple-haired toddler steal her daughter to the shelves of movies, picking herself off her knees and standing beside Bird. She looped her arms across her chest to cup her elbows, watching Stala shriek with amused laughter at a picture of a zombie eating a man's brains. Tasty.
"So anyways, now that that horrific experience is over...she's a cute'n. Is she yours straight outta the womb, or like...one of these crazy kid things now? With sticks and pieces of glass...this s**t pops out everywhere." Bird Draggon Pree had a knack for ignoring whatever the image was depicting and focusing solely on the colors. She pointed excitedly at the movie boxes Stala was looking at - oo! Lookit all that green and shiny stuff! It went well with some of the red splattered all over the place; Pree liked this kid's taste.
Laughing, Bird finally loosened her clamp over her stomach, testing it to make sure it wouldn't drop down to her ankles or something first, before replying. "No, no; not fro me. This would be my second crazy kid. The first was from a leaf, annd.. Pree was from a mirror." Bird watched the two's rapt attention at all the horror flicks before voicing, "I take it she's an oddball, too? Nasty temper," she grinned. Ioyla Nodding sagely, as if she had any idea what was going on when she clearly didn't, Ilistala snaked an arm across the nape of Pree's neck, her hand draping across the other's shoulder. Buddy buddy forever! "Kuh," she stated firmly, nodding her head once more, tapping the face of a man with one eye. Papree was really fun to hang out with; Stala hoped alot that ma would let her stay longer to play with her little purple-headed pal. "Behbah ********> she concluded, prying the movie off the rack and toddling over to Ioyla and Bird.
Ioyla absently worked her fingers into her sleeves, clutching the soft material out. Nervous habbit. "Yeah, a real firecracker, I tell ya. Crazy thing. I think she just might kill me one day, y'know?" She laughed, nervously, and crouched down to open her arms wide for Stala to stumble in to. The Shattered still hadn't quite mastered walking, but she was close! Bird Draggon Blinking for a moment, Papree forgot about picking a movie and thinking about what Stala'd just said. Hmm - sounded plausible and factual. Maybe she should start saying it, too?
"Mamma mamma!" Pree cried, ambling over toward the mommagiants and tripping more than once over her feet and crazily long hair, Ioyla Ioyla coughed into her hand once Pree began mimicing Stala, not being able to feel a tiny bit guilty at teaching children a few naughty words. It was inappropriate, but she couldn't exactly silence Stala, so what could you do? Nothing seemed like a pretty good answer. Following Bird in actions, Ioyla placed her own child upon her hip, her free hand yanking the movie box out of Stala's clutches.
She studied it carefuly, finally shrugging and passing it to Bird. "A zombie flick. This girl ain't even, what--how old are you, Stala? three? four?--and she won't have none of that fairy princess bullshit. She's either way too educated for dragons'n'junk like that, or..." Ioyla trailed off, leaning in close to whisper in Bird's ear: "butch."
Popping her head back, Ioyla smoothed the wild hair of Ilistala while the younger one clapped her hands together to amuse herself. "Arf!" she barked quite suddenly, tongue lolling out to hang lazily, drooling. "Arfarf! Bow-wow!"
Ioyla raised a brow and hoisted the dog(?)-Shattered higher upon her hip. "Unhuh? What is it, girl? Timmy fall down the well? Farmer Bill stuck in a burnin barn?" Bird Draggon Pree clapped a small hand over her mouth in an automatic polite gesture to cover up her blatent giggling, which needn't have been hidden at all. Bird was grinning at Stala's movie of choice and then at aforementioned small child and Ioyla's response.
Although Stala had become Pree's new idol in less than an hour, Pree figured that anything past that last word was way too advanced for her own small self. So, Pree opted for the other option, her arm muscles contracting to raise up a pointed finger straight at the barking Stala. Pree triumphantly cheered, Ioyla Ilistala squirmed and wiggled until Ioyla let her slide back to the floor, barking and growling and doggying all over the place. "Arf! Awooo!" she howled, petting the ankle of Pree, who was at such great heights. She jabbed a finger in Bird's leg, too tall for her to reach her Shattered pal. "We should get goin," the young demon murmured, adjusting Stala's squiggling position in her arms. The cashier rung up the zombie movie and slid it into a plastic bag, nervously eying the mothers and their children. Would they pull another weird stunt again, like before with the crazy scream and hitting? Perhaps!
Ioyla snatched the bag from the cashier, looping it around her arm while--still--Ilistala squirmed. "It was a pleasure to meetcha, Bird," she stated, holding out her hand for her customary handshake, "I hope these two li'l kids can play again sometime soon, yeah?" Bird Draggon Bird stuck out a hand and shook Ioyla's, setting down Pree to say her g'byes and shoo her away to find a movie. "Pleasure's all mine! And yeah; sounds good. What's your number?"
As Bird gathered information of the contact sort, Pree's mind was working at a furious pace. The two mommagiants had wiggled eachother's hands... Sounded like a good idea. Pree pointedly staggered (this walking thing got tiring after awhile) up to Stala, who was in reachable distance, grabbed a flailing arm, and jangled it a bit, grinning like a fool. Man, it'd been an interesting day. Ioyla While Ioyla snatched a pen off the moviestore counter to scribble her phone number on Bird's palm, Ilistala giggled when Pree enthusiastically shook her hand. "Guh!" she barked, stumbling back up to momma to clutch the side of her jeans.
Ioyla peeked down from Bird's hand at her child. "Alright, alright, we're goin...jeeze." She straightened the plastic bag, bent down to pick up Stala, and offer Bird a final one-armed curtsey. "So yeah, call me whenever you want. We don't really got much to do all the time, so...mmhmm, anytime is good."
And then mother and daughter scurried out of the moviestore, Stala wiggling her fingers goodbye to her new friend. Yay, Pree!
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 6:56 pm
I Can't Afford That...
___//In which Ilistala meets Mirorum and learns the hazzards of burning expensive chocolates in public. Ioyla Fancy violin music drifted through the air; swirling around the beautiful gold display cases; floating past the crystal racks; and finally, it wafted through the open window and into the beautiful bay of Gambino. The small chocolate shop was nothing short of pristine and high-class.
So what the hell were Ioyla and Ilistala doing there?
The mother-daughter duo quietly browsed through the section of tasty, but expensive, treats, eyes shining with greed, mouths dripping with saliva. Ioyla spotted a delicious looking truffle and snatched it off the shelf; she would have greedily tore off the package and stuffed it into her mouth, but a haughty sniff and a snooty glare from the cashier, and Ioyla put the truffle back onto the shelf.
However, with Ilistala being so young and so impresionable, the moment after her mommy took a little chocolate ball thing, she did, too! And with Ilistala being so tiny, the smarmy cashier didn't notice the little Shattered baby peel the gold-foil packaging off the chocolate, and neither did her mother. Ilistala popped the sweet into her mouth and, very satisfied with the taste, ate another, and then another, and it wasn't until until the toddler's pleased squeals reached both demon and cashier's ears that they realized what had happened.
"Oh, dear God," Ioyla said. There was no way she could pay for those! The young demon offered the cashier an apologetic smile, but he would have none of it. Ohhh, if only a miracle were to arrive! Mouse Pachinkorelli Could this miracle perhaps be in the form of a tinkling bell that sounded as an opening door collided with it?
Perhaps this large-eared purple mouse girl and her masked companion was a godsend to Ioyla and her chocolate-smeared toddler?
Regardless, the cashier huffed audibly at this new arrival, positively exasperated that more children were entering this gourmet chocolate establishment.
The mouse girl's left ear perked in response to the cashier's sound, and she turned around to speak to him. "Oh, hello! You have such a pretty shop- I hope you don't mind me and Mirorim looking around!" she said, hand clasped to her chest and an adorable smile on her face. "I've never bought chocolate from a store, you see... I've always made my own!"
This statement caused several unbelievably cute images of this unbelievably cute child making chocolate flood the cashier's mind, but he soon snapped out of it and continued the strenuous activity of glaring menacingly at Ilistala and her fire-demon mother. Chuu made the conclusion that the cashier was busy and it was alright to take a look around.
"Oc... chocolate." Mirorim observed. "Store... chocolate store."
"That's right!" the treeborn responded, clapping perhaps a bit too loudly in approval. "We're in a chocolate store... oooh, look!" Her attention turned to a tin of chocolate-covered cherries. Giggling to herself, she said, "I could never get the cherries right... maybe if we tried some?"
"Try...?"
Chuu nodded and smiled. "Okay! We'll try-- aww..." The treeborn's ears drooped slightly as she noticed the price tag. "We don't have enough... but that's okay! Let's get something else and I'll try to make them again when we get home."
Mirorim would have said something in response if something just within his peripheral vision didn't catch his attention. Turning all the way around, he saw a child who looked just a bit younger than him, face and hands smeared with the residue of several different chocolate truffles. He slowly approached the toddler, for some reason drawn to her.
The treeborn looked back at her little brother just when he reached Ilistala. Thrilled as always to meet someone new, she caught up with him and looked at the fire demon and other Shattered before smiling wildly and introducing herself.
"Oh, hi~! I'm Chuu, and this is Mirorim... Do you like chocolate, too?" Ioyla Ioyla was, at first, too distracted to notice the chipper Chuu and Ror. Ilistala was having a bit of a tantrum, as her mother had snatched the rest of the truffles and placed them atop a higher shelf, a shelf Stala couldn't reach. The toddler stamped her foot and pouted; chocolate smeared across her face puffed out with her lips.
"WANT IT! WANT WANT WANT! NUMMY!" Stala shrieked and screamed, until she felt someone was staring right at her. She stopped, suddenly, and turned face-to-face with Ror. Something about him...something about him seemed so...familiar, so good, soright. She gasped, if toddlers could gasp, and wiped her arm across her mouth, effectively spreading chocolate across her mouth and arm. "Ohhh..."
Ioyla, both perplexed and greatly frightened by her child's sudden change in personality, looked up to find a purple mouse thing talking to her. ... Kay. "Howdy," she greeted after a moment or two of studying Chuu. Of course, Ioyla wasn't exactly your cookie-cutter person: her horns peeked through her messy brown hair; extremely bright gray eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep; her fingernails and teeth were exceptionally sharp. She blinked, hard, and said, "Yes, I love chocolate. I'm Ioyla," she said after a pause. Mouse Pachinkorelli Mirorim had his eyes locked with Ilistala's for a good few seconds before he did anything else- really, the whole thing could have been insanely suggestive if not for the fact that they were both very young children. The mirrorchild took his cat's cradle after seemingly nowhere- among the beads that were magenta like his eyes and others colored after other Shattered, a new one had become a fiery orange.
"Ohhh...?" he said, slipping into Ilistala's voice. Looks like old habits died hard.
Chuu smiled as widely as ever as Ioyla introduced herself. "Ioyla? That's a nice name!" she said- although she found niceness in all names, really. And really, Ioyla could have been made from the scraps that the cookie cutter always left behind and there would be no difference in the treeborn's thoughts. "I'm glad you like chocolate... is this little one yours? What's her name?" Ioyla Ilistala moved a tad closer to Ror, extremely interested in him now. He sounded just like her! If she could talk, Stala probably would have said something along the lines of: "Holy s**t!" His beads and his mask and his scary way of mimicry was so cool! The little Shattered took Ror by the hand, intending to lead him away to show off her special talent, too. Mommy wouldn't let her do it in public; she said it was too dangerous. Stala began to pull Ror along and away from the two conversing adults, when suddenly, she was up in the air. Hey--! What's this?
Ioyla, however, was not impressed by the dead-on Stala impression. If anything, she was a little weirded out, and her patience had been running extra thin that day. Ilistala struggled and squirmed in her arms like a fish gasping for water. "She's Ilistala," Ioyla replied, grumbling. "Stop noodlin, kid, I'm gonna drop ya!"
And indeed the demon did. Stala whined and fidgted enough for her to slide right between her mother's arms, where she landed on her feet. The toddler snatched Ror's hand and gave Ioyla a pleading look: Let me play with him, mommy, he's just like me! Ioyla gave Chuu a glance, asking for her permission to her child take away her own, probably to do crazy kid stuff. Mouse Pachinkorelli Mirorim felt the distance between himself and the other toddler close, a chocolate-covered hand grasping his... being led away somewhere... and then his arm being pulled upward as Ioyla picked up the fire-hair girl and she tried to hang on.
Chuu registered Ioyla's look of irritation, and decided it would be best if she quieted her voice down a little bit- not like she could stop being happy, though. "Ilistala? She's so cute- oh!" she said, as the toddler fidgeted enough to drop back onto the floor.
"Il...i-sta-la?" Mirorim tried, in his own whisp of a voice. Wow, that name was a mouthful! And now his hand had been grabbed again. "Hand?" he said, though with a questioning tone. What did Il-i-sta-la want with his hand...?
"Hmm...?" Chuu vocalized as Ioyla gave her a glance. What did that mean... "Oh! I don't mind. They'll be okay!" Smile. Ioyla Ioyla nibbled her bottom lip in distress. She didn't want Ilistala running off with some random toddler she didn't know! Although, he did kind of...fit with Stala. But what if she set something on fire? Something the poor demon girl could't afford? Ohh...screw it. She gave Stala a little tap on the back with the heel of her foot, moving her child along. "Don't kill nothin," she muttered.
Ilistala's visage brightened immediately, grabbing Ror by the hand once more and dragging him to the back of the store. She babbled all the way there, in her secret toddler language that was reserved for children her age and mental patients.
When they reached the desired destination (although Ilistala had no idea where she was going, but where she was seemed like the appropriate place to stop), Stala turned back to her new friend. She giggled and clapped her hands together, and in the space between both palms, a tiny fire erupted. Oh dear.
Meanwhile, Ioyla chewed her nails, obviously nervous. "Think they're gonna be okay? I mean, I know Stala isn't the best behaved kid, but she isn't...naughty enough to...do something. You know?" The frustrated young mother sighed, leaning against the chocolate counter. The cashier glared at Ioyla, but she ignored him.
"So...how'd you...y'know, get him?" Mouse Pachinkorelli Chuu wasn't sure why Ioyla seemed a bit worried. Did she think that Ror was strange? True, it was strange that he had actually approached someone... that hadn't happened since the Halloween party. It must have something to do with the odd trace of- not magic, but something surrounding them. The something was a sort of feel that a lot of people in Gaia possessed, but it seemed that Chuu had seen several people with a similar mark. Regardless... "Have fun, and try not to get lost!" she said to the toddlers.
Mirorim let himself be grabbed and dragged off by the shorter girl, walking in his awkward, marionette's gait. The toddler language she spoke was something he promptly bounced back at her in the same voice, creating an eerie and slightly annoying quiet dissonance in the shop.
And as mimicry goes, he also stopped when Stala did, waiting to see what would happen. As she giggled and clapped her hands, so did he in perfect sync. But, as one would expect, no fire appeared for him. Which was probably for the better.
Chuu kept a reassuring smile as Ioyla nibbled away at her fingernails and stated her worries. "I think they'll be okay! They seem drawn to each other, so I think it's fair for them to play together for a little bit. Ror likes to copy people, so maybe Ilistala can teach him something new," she replied optimistically.
"I got him from a piece of glass near a mask shop! I thought it was a part of this broken mirror, but a while later while we were at home, it turned into a portal and Mirorim crawled out of it," Chuu explained as though it was perfectly normal. "Where's Ilistala from?" Ioyla Ioyla leaned farther on the counter, now picking at a loose thread from her shirt. She just couldn't seem to keep her fingers still, huh? "From uh..." the young demon cleared her throat, a little embarassed, "from...my oven. I dunno. She just, uh...she must've been blockin somethin up, or whatever, right, and I pulled her out one night a few months ago, and I put her on my kitchen table, and I left her there, but she must've fallen off or somethin, cause she ended up under my table and she came out of this piece of glass and set my ******** table on fire! My only table, all ashes'n'embers now, y'know? And she's been such a hassle! She won't do a thing but run 'round the house screamin and annoyin the neighbors, and her favorite word is somethin she shouldn't even know! Gawd." She took her first breath since the beginning of her speech, flushed.
And suddenly, a giant weight was lifted off her chest. It felt good to spill about Stala, for some reason; it felt really good. Now that someone knew of the pains that Ioyla was going through, the pains of young motherhood, maybe she could cope better. Or maybe she sounded crazy and over-worked. Either way, Ioyla felt damn relaxed, if anything.
And while her mommy was really opening herself up, Ilistala was busy dancing a tiny flame across the wrinkles of her knuckles. She forced the small blaze to hover just above her left middle-finger knuckle, then knocked it to her pinky, her ring finger, back to her middle finger, her index, and, finally, her thumb.
The young Shattered child expectantly held out her fire-ridden hand, as if anticipating Ror to snatch the flame from her hand and play with it, too. Mommy could touch fire, she could touch fire, so that meant Ror could touch fire, too! Mouse Pachinkorelli Chuu stood intently, paying attention to every word that Ioyla had to say- she didn't so much as flinch at her language. Whether it was because she simply didn't mind, heard worse once, or was unaware that it was offensive to some people remains a mystery. As she saw that the demon looked relieved from being able to talk, she responded, "I'm glad that you decided to share that with me!" Bright smile, and continuation: "That sounds like how a lot of people with fire magic where I'm from acted when they were little. It's a powerful, active force, which can make powerful, active children! Maybe you should find some challenging things for her to do?"
This statement and suggestion probably made young Chuu sound a bit older than she looked- which she was, as with many people on Gaia. But how she seemed didn't matter. She just wanted to see if she could help her new friends, somehow.
Mirorim watched as the younger toddler made her little bit of fire dance. His fist was held up in the same way, though no fire was dancing at his hands. And when Stala held out her hand, so did he- but recognizing the gesture, he began to reach out towards the little flame-
That's fire, Ror! It's really hot, so don't get too close to it or you might get hurt!
-and suddenly pulled back, remembering something just in time to save him from injury. Ioyla Ioyla shrugged her shoulders at Chuu's helpful suggetion. "I don't have alot to--to give her. I'm not all that rich." She plucked at the thread of her shirt; it finally unraveled, and Ioyla idly rolled it up into a tiny little thread-ball. She flicked it over the counter at the cashier, who held back a snort of disgust.
"We like the park alot, but after a while, she just gets bored. Nothing can keep her interest. Christ, she can be such a brat!" Ioyla scrubbed a hand over her face. "But I love her lots and lots, and she's my little babydoll. Do I look overwhelmed?"
Ioyla's so-called 'babydoll' whimpered sadly at Ror's refusal to play with her and her fire. Aww, come on! It couldn't be that bad. Well, if he didn't want to touch it, he could watch it! Stala turned her back to Mirorim, really concentrating now: the flame grew and grew, until it was as big as her head. It mirrored her wild hair, much like Ror mirrored everything else, and then with a cheery giggle, Ilistala threw the fire on a box of chocolates.
FWOOM! was the noise. The stench of burning chocolate and shiny foil was strong. Stala watched the flames dance across the box, gathering other chocolates, fire everywhere, spreading fast, burning.
This elicted a tiny gasp from the Shattered toddler. "Oops," she whispered. Mouse Pachinkorelli Chuu the Amazing Child Psychologist, upon hearing this, thought for a bit and piped up a suggestion. "If you don't think it'll be too much trouble, try to make a game out of a lot of things you do with her! Try to teach her something new everyday- that's what I do with Ror!"
The treeborn looked a little shocked at the fact that someone could get bored at a park, but she soon put her these-things-happen smile once again. "I think everyone's a little overwhelmed when they have someone they have to take care of. It's wonderful that you love her so much, though!"
Mirorim's eyes squinted a bit at the brightness and heat of the fire, and then jumped a little bit when it leapt at the chocolates, causing them to burn. The stench began to fill the room as the fire filled the display, causing a window-shopper or two to stop in their tracks and see what was going on.
"Big fire?" the mirrorchild said. This was bad, wasn't it?
The purple girl some display shelves away heard and smelled the commotion with, and her ears twitched as she sensed possible danger (and the waste of delicious chocolate). She walked up to the counter and tugged on the clerk's sleeve. "Excuse me, mister... but I think some of the chocolates are on fire!" Ioyla The yound demon girl listened to Chuu with open ears and wide eyes. She looked so young! She seemed far too experienced, someone her age. But, really, you never knew...there were people, all over Gaia, who could've been older than God Himself. Ioyla sucked on her teeth in thought while Chuu continued to rattle off her suggestions. Ioyla liked all of them, but she liked how helpful the little purple mouse thing was the most. It mad her feel...safe, she supposed. Nothing to worry about, because someone was here to help.
She relaxed, just then, just the slightest bit. A goofy smile slowly formed on her face. Yeah, maybe things could get better...she could find a good job...maybe help Stala out...yes. She was going to beat this. Ioyla Infriti was going to rise to the top rank of mothers, and she would fear nothing.
Except the stench of burning chocolate, which was so strong. What the hell was that? Ioyla jerked her head from the left to the right, her heightened senses picking up the location of the quickly escalating disaster. It took her about three and a half seconds for the situation to set in: Something was burning, and Ilistala was nowhere to be found.
Ignoring the treeborn, Ioyla jumped from her spot at the counter, leeping over to the Shattered children. When she reached them, Ioyla nearly fainted.
Ilistala was at the head of the growing flames, dancing and jumping and screaming with glee. She had made this--little Ilistala, the baby of the Infriti clan, had done This. Stala kind of...enjoyed it. She enjoyed the feel of power, of her own work, doing something so strong as destruction. It made her skin tingle.
Stala backed away from the flames when they spread to another rack, incinerating rows of orange-flavored chocolates. She stood by Ror, then slipped her hand into his, smiling her all-knowing, none-fearing toddler smile. Ioyla only gaped at the chaos her child had created.
The clerk smelled the fire moments after Chuu tugged his sleeve and the dirty demon fled to the back of the store. He gasped, loudly, then bolted out the front door. Insurance should cover this! Ioyla The yound demon girl listened to Chuu with open ears and wide eyes. She looked so young! She seemed far too experienced, someone her age. But, really, you never knew...there were people, all over Gaia, who could've been older than God Himself. Ioyla sucked on her teeth in thought while Chuu continued to rattle off her suggestions. Ioyla liked all of them, but she liked how helpful the little purple mouse thing was the most. It mad her feel...safe, she supposed. Nothing to worry about, because someone was here to help.
She relaxed, just then, just the slightest bit. A goofy smile slowly formed on her face. Yeah, maybe things could get better...she could find a good job...maybe help Stala out...yes. She was going to beat this. Ioyla Infriti was going to rise to the top rank of mothers, and she would fear nothing.
Except the stench of burning chocolate, which was so strong. What the hell was that? Ioyla jerked her head from the left to the right, her heightened senses picking up the location of the quickly escalating disaster. It took her about three and a half seconds for the situation to set in: Something was burning, and Ilistala was nowhere to be found.
Ignoring the treeborn, Ioyla jumped from her spot at the counter, leeping over to the Shattered children. When she reached them, Ioyla nearly fainted.
Ilistala was at the head of the growing flames, dancing and jumping and screaming with glee. She had made this--little Ilistala, the baby of the Infriti clan, had done This. Stala kind of...enjoyed it. She enjoyed the feel of power, of her own work, doing something so strong as destruction. It made her skin tingle.
Stala backed away from the flames when they spread to another rack, incinerating rows of orange-flavored chocolates. She stood by Ror, then slipped her hand into his, smiling her all-knowing, none-fearing toddler smile. Ioyla only gaped at the chaos her child had created.
The clerk smelled the fire moments after Chuu tugged his sleeve and the dirty demon fled to the back of the store. He gasped, loudly, then bolted out the front door. Insurance should cover this! Mouse Pachinkorelli Naturally, Ioyla's grin just made Chuu's smile all the wider, until the fire was noticed and she snapped into Danger Mode.
"Hey- wait!" she called, trying to get the clerk to stay. But alas, the clerk was a coward who cared more about his own skin than the welfare of a couple of small children. Oh well, not everyone had the courage to be helpful.
The treeborn quickly used a simple magic trick to tap her own life force, giving herself more balance and better reflexes. Her feet pushed off of the ground and took her across the tops of shelves until she reached the children and Ioyla. "Oh, are you all okay?" she asked worriedly as she hopped back on the ground.
"Okay." Ror responded pointedly, undamaged.
"Okay, we should get out of he-"
That brilliant suggestion was cut off by a shrill bell, and the sound of mechanized water spraying everywhere.
Thank whatever figures they worshipped for sprinkler systems. Ioyla Ioyla was silent. Something was working in her mind, the gears were shifting. There was something wrong with her little Stala. It was strange, to see her child dance and revel in the chaotic scence she had created, with the burning of chocolate, and, perhaps, if the sprinklers didn't go off, the annihilation of the entire store. But Ilistala seemed pleased with herself. She didn't look worried or scared or anything, just pleased.
She swallowed hard, and came to the conclusion that she, Ioyla Infriti, was afraid of her child. When the sprinklers turned on and water pelted the fire into smoke, Ioyla scooped up Stala, who whined and squirmed in her mother's arms. "Hush," Ioyla murmured, hefting the toddler's body over her shoulder, where Stala could see Chuu atop one of the candy shelves.
Ilistala stared at Chuu, her mouth working to wordless babble. She wiggled more and more until her top half was hanging over Ioyla's shoulder. Stala clapped and waved at Chuu, grinning, as if the smouldering ashes behind her she had created was just a funny part of the scenary. Ioyla rolled back her shoulders, Stala sliding back down where her ears were level with her mother's again. The demon turned to Chuu. She smiled, although it didn't reach her eyes.
"That was crazy, huh? I toldja she was a handful." Ioyla stepped over a blackened box of bonbons to offer Chuu a friendly wave goodbye. "We should get goin, I'm sure the cops're gonna be here any moment, and I do not have the money to pay for arsony." As if on cue, sirens, off in the distance, shrieked their accusing call.
Ioyla swiped a worried stare at Chuu, then suddenly dashed away, calling over her shoulder, "See ya! Nice to meetcha!" The tinkle of a bell over a door signaled that both mother and daughter had left, leaving Chuu to take the blame. Or leave. Mouse Pachinkorelli Chuu, as nearly always, was happy.
She was happy that she got to meet Ioyla, happy that Mirorim made a new friend, happy that she discovered chocolate stores, and happy that nobody got hurt. Though there was a bit of sadness that so much chocolate was burned, but it's better that than people, right?
Her smile didn't even falter as Ioyla picked up her charged and dashed out of the building as if it were still on fire. And, of course, she was more than happy to explain what had happened to the police and fire department.
There was no doubt that Mirorim would grasp the concept of happiness soon enough.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 7:24 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 9:40 am
The Terrible Titans Collide (PD with Karma)
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 7:12 am
Icky Boy!
"Ma," a warm voice breathed. Small fingers worked their way first under the blanket, then through the sheets, and finally onto Ioyla's belly, where they poked and prodded and tickled until the older demon was awake. Cranky, but awake.
"Wha? Babywhuzzamatta? Izza house on fire?" Ioyla sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and combing her fingers through her hair. She sniffed, didn't smell smoke, but sniffed again when a foreign scent drifted into her nose. Something...warm. Something furry. What the hell was it?
Ioyla shot an apprehensive glance to the toddler waiting by her bedside. Ilistala's orange eyes were huge with a mixture of anticipation and glee. Ioyla sniffed again, and this time the scent was stronger.
"Sweetheart, is there somethin in this apartment?" She pushed the covers off her legs and swung them to the side of the bed. Ilistala giggled and nodded her head yes.
"Is there somethin in this room?"
Another giggle and another nod.
"Is it...is it in this bed?"
Stala squealed and suddenly jumped onto her mother's lap, reaching over her shoulder to tap a small lump in the bunched-up covers. The lump wiggled and barked.
"Oh crap. Stala, is that what I think it is?" Ilistala gurgled and bounced on Ioyla's lap until her thighs were red and sore.
"Ech!" she said, waving her arms. The lump under the sheets barked again and crawled closer to the mother and daughter. Ioyla lept off the bed, clutching Stala to her breast. The Shattered whined, squirmed, and eventually dropped to the floor, where she would leap back into the bed to pet the lump.
Anixious, Ioyla slowly crept up to the bulge. She placed a bony hand upon its head--or where Ioyla assumed the head would be--and, nervous, afraid of what could be there but knowing all the same, peeled back the top blanket to find--
--a dirty puppy.
The puppy barked, wagging its tail. Stala tried to catch the flailing appendage, giggling. "Stala...where did you get this?" The puppy--not to mention the sheets it had been unsucesfully hiding in just a few moments ago--was covered in grime, and on the tip of its nose was a fresh cut. Two big honey-colored eyes blinked in the warm sunlight. But Ioyla could see, under all the dirt Stala rubbed away, a beautiful light brown coat. Ioyla groaned.
"Stala, babe, we can't keep it. I hardly got enough money to feed us, and now I gotta start buyin dog food? A leash? Is he even house-trained? I'm gonna start takin care of the both of you? I don't think so..."
Ilistala watched her mother deny her the one thing she wanted the most with eyes quickly filling with tears. They spilled down her cheeks, dripped off her chin, and splashed onto the puppy, who whined and rolled over the sheets, spreading the dirt all over them.
"Ach--! ********--! Puppy, don't! Stoppit!" Ioyla plucked the dog off her bed, holding it at arms length. It squirmed and panted and beat the demon with its tail.
"Momma!" Stala pleaded, on the edge of a tantrum. Ioyla could sense it being a big one. She sighed and brought the animal close to her face, studying its eyes, its cut, its dirty little face. Defeated, she dropped it back to the bed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Whaddya gonna name it?"
Ilistala squeeked and hugged first hte puppy, smearing dirt over her arms and chin, then her mother's legs, effectively spreading it over Ioyla's pink and bare thighs.
"Icky Boy!" Stala cried when the puppy barked and jumped all over the bed. Ioyla grinned and scooped Stala up in her arms.
"Icky, huh? His name's Icky?" Ilistala nodded. "Kay, fine. Icky it is!" Ioyla burried her head into Stala's belly, raspberrying the pudgy flesh. The little one shrieked with giggles. Icky barked and stopped prancing long enough to pounce off the bed and into the kitchen. A loud crash soon followed, and Ioyla scrambled out of the bedroom, Ilistala still in her arms.
Why did all the crazy s**t happen in the morning?
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 1:15 pm
Reserved for PM RP~. heart
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 5:04 pm
Reserved for QPD logs~. heart
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