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 Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 10:39 am
"I don't think so, because if I was a god then this would not be happening! DIACYN!" Taylor leapt up, knocking her salad bowl onto the floor. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
The girl could really bellow if she got angry enough.
"Don't you dare go outside!" Diacyn jumped a little, his hand inches from the doorknob. "You get your a** right back here and apologize to Patrick and Akuti, you little b*****d!" Taylor had also missed the memo that you weren't supposed to swear around children, but Diacyn could swear worse then her if he wanted so it didn't really matter. "And then you are going to throw this thing away. I've had it with you tossing ******** dead things all over my room, and you certainly won't do the same at someone else's house. Learn some goddamn manners."
Diacyn calmly flipped her off, opened the door, and left.
"...oh, ******** it." Taylor flopped back onto the couch and buried her face in her rabbit-free hand. "I'm sorry. He's an idiot."
Most human children would have been scarred for life, but Diacyn was as calm as ever (calm meaning snarky and grumpy but generally okay). He bounced on his heels, waiting for Iamel.
Humans were damn wierd. First they were happy, then they were as angry as hell, and all he'd done was give her some food that anyone should be happy to get. Oh well.
He'd whap her with a snowball if she cam after him.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 11:17 am
"...let's throw the rabbit out anyway." His eyebrows arch, "It'll piss him off." He felt bad for Akuti (being part horse, seeing anything torn to shreds would get to her) but..he couldn't do anything to her. He wasn't about to try and smack Diacyn or drag Iamel away from him.
Patrick did, however, hope that Iamel wouldn't pick up his habits. "He seems more predatorial then an idiot, though...by yelling at him, you challenged him in front of another one of the Birds, an adult and his claim to do what he wants, whenever he wants. Predators respond to challenges by fighting right back." The dark man slid from the couch to the floor, easily plucking the vegtables up. Once in his hands, Patrick just put them right back onto the plate, lifting the mostly-empty plates anyway.
"D'ya want anymore?" He blinked over at Taylor, taking the rabbit between thumb and forefinger delicately, nose wrinkling up as he carried it to the transcan. "Anyway, about the kid..He's a predator. An amazingly territorial and agressive one at that. A deadly one - or he will be when he gets older. I saw those karate moves. The only way to tame a wild beast is with a beauty. You just need to have someone manipulate him into behaving."
Patrick paused, glaring at the dead rabbit in his trashcan. "Or behead the little ********. Y'know. Whatever works."
Iamel had frozen during the yelling - he wasn't used to people screaming around and at him. Sure, he could throw a fit sometimes but Patrick (or any adult for that matter) had never screamed at HIM or at another kid in his general area... it was really freaking creepy.
Diacyn didn't mind though. The woodpecker wasn't sure what that finger gesture was, but he followed him anyway, blinking a little. "She sounded mad.." His voice was doubtful, nose crinkling up, "Why would she be mad? It's a bunny."
His nose was wrinkled and already a little pink from the cold once he caught up with his owl friend, breath making a small cloud in front of his face.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 6:38 pm
"....I know," Taylor sighed, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. "He's a predator. I don't know why I can't get over it. It's like... if I see a hawk tear up a rabbit, or a wolf attack a deer... it doesn't bug me. They're doing what they're supposed to do. But Diacyn... I keep thinking like he's human." Numbly, she shook some invisible dust of a lettuce leaf and nibbled it. "Like he should know better. I don't know what goes on in that little mind of his, but it's not like any of ours. I just keep forgetting it."
Another sigh, and she dropped the nibbled lettuce back into the bowl. She wasn't really hungry anymore- being angry made her feel sick afterwards. "How much of it's bird and how much is human? I'm not so sure there's anything human in there... except the talking, walking, and flipping-people-off bits. And the kung-fu movie loving bits. I NEVER should have rented Rush Hour for him."
"She freaks out about anything," Diacyn said calmly. "Well, anything that dies. When I was an owl she threw a kitten off a building for me. That was fun, but she didn't think so." He jumped happily as they walked through the snow- one might be compelled to call it frolicking, though one would get a karate kick in the face shortly after. "She's not a carn- a carnivore, and she's got problems with people who are. Sucks to be her." Grinning brightly, he kicked at a snowdrift with one sandaled foot. "Veggies and that "tofoo" junk she likes aren't any fun."
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 6:57 pm
"Maybe they're a mix?" He shrugs slightly, lips quirking into a faint smile, one makeup hand giving Taylors back an affectionate pat. "When I see Iamel shoving handfuls of crickets down my throat, I just remind myself that they would've died anyway - it's the circle of life. I mean... what WOULD Diacyn eat? It's instinct for him to eat small animals, after all."
Another faint shrug, taking the salad to the kitchen and setting it down gently. "You can't stop instinct, not really. Diacyn is only going to react to screaming with equal agression. And he IS jsut a kid. Boys can be evil little shits."
He just laughed, scooping up some snow as Diacyn pranced own. Cold fingers wrapped and shaped the snow into a firmly packed ball between his hands, lips quirking into a grin.
"Humans are weird and veggies are good! Only sometimes though." He laughed once more, reeled back and FUMPH!
Diacyn just got a snowball in the back.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 11:09 am
"Circle of life? You sound like a Lion King movie," Taylor snorted. "But I suppose you're right. We're so used to sitting up at the top of the food chain and picking whatever we want to eat that we don't remember some animals don't have choices. Or don't care. They all just evolved to do whatever they're meant to. It's hard to remember that it works that way. And it's hard to remember they're little." She laughed harshly. "Sometimes they seem all old and wise and the next minute they're acting like two-year-olds. Jeez."
"Akuti?" she called, suddenly gentle. The horse-girl was still in the bathroom. "You all right? Diacyn left and we threw the rabbit out, okay?"
The recently snowballed Diacyn staggered a bit and flapped his wings to shake the snow off. He got snowballed! HIM!
Oh, Iamel was in for it now.
"You're going down, woodpecker!" he shouted, bending and scooping a double handful of snow. "Eat this!"
The first one missed completely and splattered into a tree. Diacyn fumed and grabbed a larger handful, taking the time to shape it into a perfect aerodynamic missile that soon found itself en route to Iamel's stomach.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 11:21 am
"Hey, Mufasa was the ******** king of the jun...Savanah? Whatever. He was king of whatever the light touches." His eyes rolled a little bit, shuddering slightly. "What if those little savages are the next generation of humans? ALL kids are gonna end up like them?"
Another shudder as Patrick began cleaning up the kitchen and living room area. Damnit. Yuckiness and rabbit guts...blood over the linolium. "She's probably brushing her teeth or something equally as angelic."
Sure enough, she appeared a minute later, eyes wide and her mouth all white and foamed. A toothbrush was sticking out of one corner of her mouth. "Mmph?"
Iamel just grinned, his own wings hidden under his jacket. The blood got cold easily in ones wings...so he had to hide them when he was cold or bad things would happen. That's what Patrick told him anyway.
"Lovely aim, Diacy--OOF!" The ball smacked him straight in the stomach, knocking the little woodpecker off his balance and sending him to his butt. Red eyes were widened comically as his hands grappled for some more snow, kicking a little tuft at Diacyn.
"No fair!" Huff pout, but he was grinning, forming more snowballs with his hands before lugging them at Diacyn. Diacyn was a bigger target then the smaller redheaded boy but...Iamel was also on his back and trying to get up.
Totally didn't work.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2005 12:43 pm
"What, a whole generation of sadistic little birdthings? That would be messed up. Here, let me help you with that." She stepped into the kitchen and grabbed a random sponge from the sink, then bent to finish cleaning the floor. "It's my kid's fault... I should take care of it. Sorry again."
From angry to apologetic in 60. Odd, but normal for Taylor. The outburst had sucked most of the energy out of her and she just felt... bad. Like she had to make it up to people.
"Oh, hi, Akuti." A wave, being careful to use the hand not holding the bloodstained sponge. Why couldn't she have gotten one like her?
"Direct hit!" As Iamel tumbled into the snow, Diacyn launched into what could only be called a victory dance, complete with "raise da roof" gestures and what looked like the moonwalk. He'd picked up a lot from watching people. "Gaah!"
Three or four badly aimed but still "deadly" snowballs zipped past his ears. He dodged them like an action hero would dodge bullets, with unnecessary flair and wing flapping. His didn't get cold, and he didn't feel like covering them up the way he usually had to. "Can't get me!" He lobbed a couple more missiles at Iamel, laughing happily.
FWUMP. A ground-to-air snowball clipped the side of his head and left a sizeable amount of snow lodged in his left hear. Dangit!
Well, there was nothing for it but to grab an armful of snow and drop it onto Iamel's head.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2005 7:12 pm
"It's not like you have control over him, hun! I can hardly keep Iamel under control, y'know? And he's a lot more even tempered, even though he's possesive beyond hell." His nose wrinkled slightly, glancing up as the sweet little horse girl pranced back into the bathroom to keep brushing her teeth.
"She's cute, but those two can fight when they're into it.." Patrick snorts quietly, head shakin as the kitchen became clean once more and he flicked on the garbage disposal momentarily. "Diacyn will calm down in time."
The dark man paused, frowning a bit. "...I hope, anyway. I'd hate to see what damage he'd do when he's bigger."
"a*****e!" The woodpecker continued to laugh, continuing to try and smack Diacyn with his crudly made snowballs. For not being an arctic animal, he was faring rather well against the snow owl.
Smirking when he managed to hit the other boy, Iamels red eyes went wide when he saw the armful of snow in Diacyns...well, arms! What could a boy do but twist and tackle the larger thing, snow or no snow, in order to save his honor?
FOR HONOR!
FOR SNOW!
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 8:12 am
"Angsty teenage Diacyn? I don't even WANT to go there. And I hope to God he never learns to drive." The mental picture of Diacyn in a red muscle car made her grin. "Yeah, Iamel seems nicer... he's not angry all the time. That's definetely a good thing." She rinsed her fingers off in the sink.
"Diacyn's posessive... but more territorial. Touch his nest and die."
"Yaaah!" Diacyn found himself on his back in a snowdrift with Iamel holding a deathgrip on his torso. His armful of snow flew into the air and covered both of them in a light ice shower. Now THAT was not honorable snow fighting!
Well, he would just have to retailate. Trying to squirm of of Iamel's grip, he flung a few loosely packed snowballs at the woodpecker before hitting on a brilliant idea.
Shoving himself up to a sitting position, he fanned his wings wide before flapping them as quick and hard as possible. The resulting silent wind blew the snow into the air and covered Iamel (and Diacyn's legs, too). Instant snowstorm.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 9:29 am
Patrick snickered softly, head shaking and rubbing his temples delicately. "You should see Iamel when I give stuff to people... He's not protective over his nest. He's possesive over PEOPLE. I gave the hummingbird kid - whenhe was still a hummingbird - a ring and was like, 'for when he gets bigger!' Y'know..hahaha, right?"
He sighed, eyes rolling as he scrubbed at the counters one last time, "Iamel HATES him. He goes into a cold, snarky rage if anyone even MENTIONS the kid to him. This was back whe he was still a bird." A soft shudder nose wrinkling, "That's why if he gets attatched to Diacyn...I'm not protesting. I can't have a little kid snarky over me getting attatched to other spawn, y'know? He wanted to KILL Akuti."
"WHOO!" Iamels shout was triumphant once he found himself around Diacyns waist. He had successfully tackled and gotten down someone bigger and stronger then him! "I am your GOD--GAH!"
THis time he got snow in the face, fingers releasing Diacyn and try and propell the snow away, laughing the entire time. His eyes had been closed, so no blinding there.
Sputtering and giggling the same, Iamel writhed away from the little snowstorm. If he was a human and unknowing, he could've grabbed Diacyns wings and pinned him to the ground, causing pain and probably an unceasing hatred from the snowy owl.
Being a GOOD Gaurdian, the woodpecker simply grabbed a handful of Snow, cupped it firmly in his hands and reached up. The little hand of snow was plopped onto Diacyns head to the best of Iamels ability and he grinned, one eye squinting open. "...I declare you IAMELVILLE! GAHA!"
Hes king of the mountian!
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 8:08 am
"Well, I think I got lucky then." Taylor sighed, tossing the sponge over her shoulder and into the sink. "He doesn't give a s**t about people... well, I mean, he pays attention to them and all and then plots sadistic ways to kill them, but he's not posessive or anything."
She wiped off her fingers on her jeans, thinking. "Wait... Iamel was going on about that hummingbird when I first met him. I've never seen that kid, though... what the heck did he turn into? I'm guessing something hyper... and permanantly hocked up on Pixy Stix." A pause. "Oh dear God. How many of these things are there?"
"Gaaah!" Diacyn blinked fiercely, scrubbing ice crystals out of his eyes. He'd had his eyes open and had gotten blinded as a result. "Iamelville? I'll show you what happens when Iamelville tries to take over Diacyntown!! INSTANT DEATH!"
He leapt into the air karate-style and flung a couple of loose snowballs at Iamel. They splattered on his hair but didn't do any "real" damage. One of his too-large sandals also flew off accidentally. That one hit Iamel squarely in the chest.
"Oh! Yeah! I totally meant to do that!" Diacyn jumped around happily, gathering more snow as he did so. Sure, one of his feet was now bare and buried ankle-deep in snow, but shoes were just annoying anyway.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 9:12 am
"Yeah. I gave the kid a ring - one ******** ring, a ring I didn't even like, and ever since then he has a giant chip on his shoulder about a hummingbird." Dark eyes rolled once more, his nose wrinkling, "I swear, he hates anything NICE. Anything sweet or cute or - how many?"
That gave the scientest a pause, his eyebrows furrowing a bit before turning to Taylor, his hands moving to his hips in his 'I'm thinking' stance. "...how many?...well, when I got Iamel.. Shanuh took me out to the allyway and had me throw seed. There was a swan...a raven. This huge ******** hawk thing that was absolutely gorgeous. And Iamel. So there's at least - counting Diacyn and the hummingbird - six. At LEAST six."
Poor Patrick looked a little bit ill at the though, rubbing the back of his neck with on hand, casting her an almost desperate glance, "But there have to be NICE little things, right? I mean if I have possesive, you have...snarky and bitchy... There has to be like...a nice pastel bird thing or something. ...Right?"
Iamel had been about to apologize for the ice in his eyes, his mouth open and the words just about to roll off his tongue...And then Diacyn leapt up. The bright woodpecker let out a squeal, ducking and rolling just in one of those old bomb safety videos.
"GAAAAAH~" His voice was a squeal, seeking to protect his face with his hands - and got that ******** sandal in his chest. "Gerk." And he went down. POOF! Right into the snow. One small hand groped for the sandal, grabbing at the damn thing and raising it, waving it like a flag above him.
"...Iamelville has been conquered. Please don't plunder our women and kill our cows!" Iamel has been reading books about languages...and history. He didn't know what 'plunder' meant, but he knew that it was bad ad that if someone killed your cow, you died that winter 'cause you had no food.
The craned his head up and saw Diacyn gathering more snow. Eyebrows shot up, throwing the sandal back at him with an indignant sqwak. "Hey! I died and gave up my town! No more attacking the destroyed town or...or.." There was a pause and he huffed, nose wrinkling in it's cold way. "...or something!"
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 8:11 pm
"Six, huh? Maybe that's all symbolic or something. Let's hope so and they stop there." Taylor took a moment to consider the different birds. "Well, there's no hope for the swan, those things are damn territorial and I'm willing to bet that kid'll give Diacyn a run for the money. And the hawk can't be all that nice either. I dunno about ravens- they're smart, maybe we'll have a winged Einstein. But I can't see any of them being all nice... let's hope there's, like, a canary or something. Or a gray parrot."
Now THAT would be cool. Taylor unconsciously slipped back into her eager-scientist mentality. "Because the regular gray parrots can learn to talk- I mean really understand what they're saying. At least one of them did, and it taught another- so if we had a bird-kid like that, who knows how smart he'd be."
Diacyn wasn't going to let her study him, but that didn't mean the rest of the birdies weren't fair game. This was going to be one hell of a research paper.
"Huh?" Diacyn dropped his proto-snowballs, leapt for the sandal, and in a completely dramatic moment, soared over Iamel's head, snatched it from his waving hand, and then front-flipped into a snowdrift. "But if I didn't attack the town I wouldn't get any loot!"
He didn't know half as much history as Iamel, but he did know pirate movies. Taylor had an odd DVD selection. "I don't want any plundered women, just gimme some cows! And kittens! Even if you died, I can still fight your ghost."
Leaning back into the now-trampled snow, he tried to squeeze the now-damp sandal back onto his foot. "What, haven't you people got an army or anything?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 8:20 pm
"I'd be afraid of parrot einstiens. Iamel's already reading latin and he's a ******** woodpecker. I wouldn't want some super-genius thing with wings reevaluating gravity or something."
His head shakes, grinning at her and squinting just once, snorting softly. "You're really into birds and s**t, aren't you? On the six thing though... I don't think it'll stop there. Shanuh doesn't seem like the type of person to believe in things in moderation, especially not his precious birds. He treats Iamel like something that's too cute to be spoiled. It's weird."
"We didn't think we'd be attacked! Why would we need an army?" he huffed, blinking still in a daze over that...front jump. His small body twisted in the snow to peek at Diacyn.
"Why would we give you kittens? We sacrified all kittens to the kitten gods! Raaaah!" The sound affect was mostly just so he could yell, laughing and pushing snow out of his way.
With a great amount of difficulty, Iamel pushed himself up, shaking hs head to free it from the snow. "Erk. How do you not get cold?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 11:18 am
"Latin? That is scary. Didn't anybody tell him it's a dead language? Well, dead unless you're a biologist and have to remember all the latin names for birds and plants and crap." She grinned, remembering hours trying to decipher tables of wierd-a** names like birdicus stupidus and animalus somethingicus or whatever.
"I don't see him as the genius type, though. More like the kid who joins a rock band. Or the circus. I dunno, really."
And now the crazy bird man again. That was just problematic. "Shanuh? I wouldn't put it past him. Not like I know a lot about the guy-" quite honestly, if she met him on the street she would probably scream and run- "but I think you're right. There's gonna be more."
She sighed, staring out the window into the falling snowflakes. "Not to sound like some shitty philoscipher or anything, but why do you think they're here? Are they some new species? Or have they been here for a friggin' long while and we're just noticing for the first time? There's all that old art of angels... maybe they've been here forever and we're not picking up the clues. Though I can't say I've ever seen a picture of an angel with black and white striped woodpecker wings...."
"Sacrificial kittens?" That sounded fun! "Well that's okay then. You've got to have an army so you can go to war with people and get... whatever it is you get from wars."
"Diacyntown declares a truce with Iamelville. We'll make up over tea and crab rangoon." Diacyn shook the snow off his wings, adding to the drifting snowflakes. "I dunno, I just... don't get cold. When I was an owl I lived in cold places, so I'm used to it. And these feathers are pretty thick, too," he added, fingering the tip of a wing.
Not that Iamel could feel the feathers- their unwritten law would prevent that.
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