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 Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 5:27 pm
"I will." Lenore said blandly, eyeing Ike with worry. She absolutely did not want to hurt him, but knowing he had someone with a completely justified grudge against that idiot Julian in him was enough to set her nerves on edge.
"Just....oof. Just try not to kill him every time you see him, 'kay? For my sake, at least?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 5:30 pm
"Ike haven't killed him yet," the squirrel boy snerked in a very Rabid-esque way, "Ike no kill him. Will-uhm might. Bah." He shrugged and leaned against the tree, sliding to the ground.
"Len dun'n't hafta hurt Ike lots. Will-uhm nu like pain 't all..." He remembered the whimpers within his head that time he got a paper cut. it was hilarious.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 5:36 pm
Will-uhm...huh. What a wuss - getting stuff jabbed out and ripped off must've really sucked, then.
"I won't hurt ya at all, Bah - I trust you. Honest."
Taking a deep breath to ease her still squirming innards, she brushed a bit of cold sweat off her brow. This sensitivity was something she'd have to get over soon - it was starting to get pretty annoying. Looking over at Ike mildly, she felt relief at hearing him laugh. Things were normal again, at least.
"I'll just poke ya with a feather or somethin' then. Nothing too bad."
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 5:41 pm
"Okee," Ike agreed and smiled down at his feet. He was then struck with a totally random and fairly dangerous thought. He'd been told many, many times to not do such a thing, but it's not like anyone would find out.
"Len?" he asked as sweetly as possibly, "C'n Len make her feathurs...erm...FLEWF?!" He threw his arms out to his sides in an attempt to demonstrate.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 5:48 pm
Flewf? What the hell did that mean?
"Um...well, I dunno if I can flewf 'em, but I can do this," she said, standing and spreading out her arms.
With a twitch of muscles, her wings flared out with a curious ringing sound, feathers no longer melded together. Dozens upon dozens of feathers stood out like dagger blades, flared and outspread like natural wings. Their thin edges gleamed, serrated and dangerous, in the dappled sunlight.
"You mean like that?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 5:50 pm
Ike nodded before reaching out quickly and running his fingers over the razors, then retracting his hand just as quickly.
"Heh," he laughed a bit as William yelped, watching the wound heal and the blood run off of his hand with a strong, morbid, happy fascination, "Sankoo."
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 5:55 pm
Cocking an eyebrow and fighting off a smirk, Lenore contented herself to shake her head in slightly exasperated amusement.
"You're such a dweeb, Bah." she said affectionately, folding her wings back and wondering how many times he'd hurt himself before just for the entertainment of torturing Will-uhm, apparently.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 5:58 pm
"Dweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeb," Ike snorted at the word. It was a really funny word. He shook the blood off his hand, careful to keep it all far away from his face.
You b*****d!
Ike gasped. Ooooh...he'd said the bad word Liam liked to yell when he 'glitched out'. Tsk tsk tsk.
He couldn't help but laugh. Imagine, a little kid such as himself annoying a millions-year-old necromancer, simply by slicing his own hand open!
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 5:56 am
Laughing simply because Ike was, Len gave him a curious look at the gasp.
"What? He start screaming death threats at me or something?"
Not that that particularly disturbed her - by the look of it, Will-uhm was nothing but a minor annoyance Ike could easily deal with.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 1:10 pm
"Nuh-uh," Ike giggled, "'e called Ike a bad word. A 'b' word."
Just say it.
Dweeeeeeeeeeeeeeb.
Hey!
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 6:20 pm
"Well, tell 'im I think he's a bathula - Mum taught me tha' one. Means somethin' like "Dung Face" or "Crap Head". Somethin' that really fits his character, most likely." Lenore said cheerfully, smiling charmingly. She had the strongest feeling picking on Will-uhm was going to be quite a bit of fun in the future....
"Well, I really do have to get goin' home - there's this alligator that turned up stuck in the toilet, and I gotta make sure he doesn't eat any of the other animals," she said regretfully. "I still gotta wonder how he got there in the first place..." she added, thinking hard. It was an awfully big alligator, after all - just getting him out of the toilet had been a chore.
"See ya later, Bah. And Will-uhm, I guess." she said at last, giving Ike a quick hug and scampering off.
"Good luck with the quest-thing!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2006 5:12 pm
~Explanations~
Ike sat within a large, hidden tree house nestled somewhere in the centre of the forest. He leaned his elbows on the window and stuck his head out, admiring the view. There wasn't much to do, really. Not that he minded.
Skelly sat in the corner, reading a book just as large as he was.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2006 5:16 pm
Jabir was walking down the path below the tree houses. Apparently he knew where he was going because he stoped right under the tree where Ike was supposed to be hidding
"Malachi you there? I need to have a word with you"
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2006 5:19 pm
"Hm?!" Ike sounded down to the familiar voice below. Who was that? Ooooh, "I'm coming!" He moved away from the window and picked up Skelly, placing him in his pants pocket.
The boy quickly made his way down the tree by way of branches and, once he got close enough to the bottom, just plain jumping. He landed on the invisible force and stood as gracefully as possible, cocking his head to one side.
"Whaddya need?" he smiled.
Skelly had, at this point, begun to pretend to be inanimate again.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2006 5:28 pm
"Just to talk, but not here. Follow me"
He continued down the path until the roar of the river could be heard. Then he simply jumped (a good 7 feet at least!) and swiftly started climing up the tree in a snake-like manner until he reached another of the hidden tree-houses
He then looked down at Ike to see if he could manage climbing up on his own
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