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 Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 10:46 am
Korshan landed on the hard packed ground, crouching just slightly as the impact jarred his knees. His spear tip dug into the ground, eyes narrowed up at the Dome that loomed so high above. The clear glass that hid the people from the ferocities of nature glistened in the moonlight and the rebellion leader glanced back at the Creatures. Their dark skin melded against the blackness of the shadows, singular eye almost glowing in the false light shining from the Dome as people started turning off their outside lights to greet the coming night.
His hand jerked once towards the Dome and they moved with him, a mob in silence and stealth amongst the trees and the quieting of the forest floors. There were ladders up the foot of the Dome, leading them up to a small doorway. It's where the people of Korshans former home would throw away things. Mostly bodies. Garbage and the like were recycled, made useful once again. As fertilizer, as new buildings, as clothing even. Bodies were thrown aside, into the darkness of the Below. If the people had thought their food was fertalized by the bodies of their family members, there would be riots even within their own ranks.
Few things were sacred in this world; not eating parts of your family Unit counted as such things.
Unfortunetly, it would be what led to the downfall of this particular Dome. Each night, the doors to the traveling roads between Domes would be locked down to prevent any pesky child (as Korshan had once been) from escaping in his own curiousity or to keep a gas leak in one Dome from poisoning the others. This Dome would be cut off from all the others and come morning, a message would be sent out along all of them.
All Domes knew of one another. People were often re-assigned to different Domes as they reached adulthood, to be paired up with someone from another Dome and then the two of them situated in a whole new one, to bond in the newness of their world. Many had children or Parentals. While the Family Unit was not the tightest known - for Korshan and the Creatures knew what true family was - messages would be sent and not be recieved. There would be alarm. The Elders could not hide this forever.
The spear was held tight between Korshans teeth as nimble fingers slowly fiddled with the mechanics of the door. It was locked from the inside, of course, but everything had a weakness. All he had to do was press at the thinnest sheet of metal and... Success. The door swung open with the quiet that only a meticulously oiled piece of machinery could manage. His teeth curled into a feral grin at the small triumph and those same hands slid up, hauling his thin frame into the opening within the side.
The job was done quickly, releasing all of the gas tanks within the facility. Korshan was proud of his small group of Creatures; they moved with grace and agility through the underground darkness, holding a piece of damp cloth over their mouths and noses to keep from inhaling the bulk of the gas.
They were gone within the hour as the gas spread through the town. Korshan and his group stood outside, watching the glass slowly grow a light sheen of the gas coating the interior, creeping up to the very top.
It was near the hours of dawn when they saw him, a child. He was half dead from the gasses and somehow had managed to escape the worst of it for the time being. His face was a pale, glassy gray under the usual lack of melinin, one plump cheek pressing against the near-opaque glass. The childs hand pressed against the glass as well and the heat of his wet palm caused the gas around it to condense and start dripping down the curve of the Dome.
They stared. The boys head turned, his forehead turning to rest on the glass as well. The streak of greasy flesh revealed wide, drugged eyes, staring at the group in return. He was in paid, his chest heaving against the glass as he struggled to breathe any gasp of pure air that he could and failed. Those eyes were on Korshan, his eyebrows knotted up in the pain that the group and Korshan inflicted on him.
His gaze wouldn't break. Korshan couldn't help but stare in near-horror at those sad, pained eyes attatched to his own. The boy wouldn't break his gaze away, that helpless gaze asking him why. Why was he doing this? Wasn't Korshan one of them, despite those odd, childish ears and his angry, strained face?
There was hurt in those eyes as the boy slowly succumbed to the gas and slid down the glass. Finally, there was no pain in his eyes, no struggle for breath. Those eyes were still wide open and his gaze was lifeless. Within the Dome, there was no cry of alarm as there usually was when a child was found dead, for this boy would not be found until travelers between Domes could smell the deadly leak. He was lost to the world, his family unknowing of the fate their small son had led until that hour where the first cry would be held.
Dawn was breaking, the twin suns of the world rising in unison. The Creatures scattered at Korshans command, his narrowed eyes still on the small boy. The dead thing had been young enough to still have his ears and within their society, he looked as if he could be Korshans own offspring. It wasn't possible, of course. Korshans running before he could be altered made sure he would have no genetic progeny... It wasn't as if as anyone knew who was biologically theirs anyway.
Those pale fingers, still pressed against the glass, and those wide, lifeless eyes finally made the leader turn away, darting back into the black and white forests he had known to call home.
It wasn't the first time that he had seen death, nor would it be the last time. He had killed before, been wounded before, but it was the first, and last, time Korshan would ever claim the life of an innocent. Those eyes were burned into his soul.
Kian jerked awake, a heavy weight breaking his chest. His breath came fast and rough as the sweat that had burst quickly cooled in the soft air that his ceiling fan had created. The aliens eyes were rounded fully, staring in pain and horror at the dull white of his walls.
The childs eyes were still there, in his mind. The memory, the nightmare, was etching itself once more into his brain. Kian rolled to his side, tail wrapping tight around his torso. His knees pulled up against himself and he rubbed the meat of his palms into the searing, closed eyes.
It had been wrong, to watch the child die. It had been a needed move in their war to kill him. To kill the Dome. The reaction had been beautiful, tremendous. The elders had sent their engineered men into the forests, to find the creatures who had destroyed one of their Domes. Korshan and his group had butchered the men and had stuck their heads on pikes to be displayed under the Domes in a circle to match.
The war had begun when they killed that Dome. The people were aware and they were scared. Only so many Ceremonies of Forget could be done on their brains before they started to scramble. The Elders could not make them forget. Not yet.
Korshan had thought they were winning. There was awareness, and fear. He had believed that if they managed to steal some children still un-adjusted, like their Parentals, and raised them as he had been raised, they would grow up to be like him. Less angry, prehaps, but full grown, fully productive life forms. The rebellion would grow. It would become something fierce, something beatiful.
He had been angry and rash. Kian was angry, angry still for what had been lost and what little, if anything, had been gained. His freedom had been sacrificed - and for what? For no real purpose, for no actual profit. He had hoped that they had succeeded in their mission somewhat, that the rebellion was still going on, somewhere. They needed that.
Kian forced his muscles to relax. They had been tensed to the point of pain and his body was heaving with dried sobs that he hadnt experianced since childhood. He was holding in the actual liquid as the heaving emotional overload pushed against his will. Tears would get nothing. He had to get angry again, get his drive back.
Too soft. The planet was making him too soft. Autsu had looked to him as a leader and Kian was acting no such way. Leaders didn't supress sobs into their pillows at night because they had killed on measly child.
...He never found it strange that while he could murder thousends in their beds at night, the sight of that one pathetic youngling was the one that tortured him most.
Kian was getting too nice. Allowing Rothe to speak like that.. Letting anything get under his skin. He was a warrior. A male. He could handle it. He could do anything he wanted to, he was free and no one, not the Elders, the Parental, not the softness in his heart that he was so angry that was there, nothing could keep him from that.
The child was still burning behind his closed eyelids as Kians breathing steadied into a hollowed gasp of what it once was, his body going limp against the now-dampened sheets of his bed. 'Tsu had been right. Find a purpose. Fight for it. Fight for the purpose and for the freedom this new world had given them. Being idle, being slow was just something children allowed themselves to indulge in.
It was time to be a man. Now if only that young boy would stop haunting his dreams. Stop causing the nightmares and let Kian get a full nights rest. A dark complexion could only hide the bags for so long.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 12:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 7:50 pm
Dear Recorder,
I am going to try it.
More thoughts on it later.
-Kian
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 7:51 pm
Smiling Face, Familier PlaceThere is flirting, kissing, almost-petting, angst and then, apparently, they decide to try a relationship. Also, DDR watches.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 7:53 pm
Recorder,
So, things happened. I had made a decision previously, to try and see something I wasn't quite sure what it was I was looking for. I'm still not sure but apparently it involved kissing.
I blame Lissel.
Things happened and we agreed to do... Something. I don't know what it was - or at least I don't know what the title of it is here on Gaia (or on my home planet) - but we are now something... Almost more then friends. We agreed to try for something, to see if it could work. I felt rather bad for pushing him, though. It was one of the few times I had seen him loose his composure when it wasn't making him angry.
Still. I would put it under 'good experiance, if weird'. Was kissing always supposed to feel like that? It didn't feel as if it was supposed to END like that. Not with a lot of talking and our own insecurities rearing up anyway.
I hate this. It means I have to talk to Iamel again, as he is the only one who seems to know what the hell I am talking about. There's always Rothe, but he has the emotional fortitude of a retarded sponge. I know more about emotions then he does and up until coming here, I didn't have any.
Either way... I liked kissing. Or maybe it was just kissing him. He grabbed my hair and pulled and I... Well. I just kissed him. He made a noise and I was stupid and jerked away when he touched my back.
I can't help it. Even now, when I know I'm safe or when I KNOW Autsu would not stab me in the back, when someone comes up behind me or touches my back, it sends me into Jo'nas' mindset. I was slammed from behind and sent to Gaia. I'd been stabbed before, in my back. It's an instinct reaction.
To be sure, Recorder, I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't pulled back. Probably something else I have to ask Iamel, that a**. I don't think I would have disliked it or that Autsu would have but I do not think things that started off that intense should explode all at once. It can lead to pain, anger. It is best to try and ..figure this all out.
Listen to me. It sounds like I almost know what it is I'm saying.
I think I should go talk to Iamel now. Or prehaps Parental. Parental will be less prone to making fun of me, that is sure.
-Kian.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 4:46 pm
[Kian and Rothe RP]
Will post when it's done.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 4:48 pm
[Taped to Knienes front door with Autsus name on it. The handwriting.. isn't the best. Webbed fingers will do that to you.]
Quote: Autsu, Parental is sending me to his parentals for two to three weeks. He says it will be good for my character. I think he is simply sick of having all of the kids around the house. I was not told until last night and apologize on the abruptness. Rothe may be around the Unit. He will get lonely without me. Despite whatever he may say, please do not kill him. He has a rough face but I believe he is more alone then we are, as he has no comrades and no one seems prone to like him except for myself. I will see you, Su, when I get home. Kian.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 9:40 pm
Recorder,
Or portable recorder. I am not sure which. Parental put you on a small drive so I can type at his parentals house as well. I am here and have been here for nearly two weeks. I suspect I will be here for at least one more and really, I am surprised that I am not bored.
The Parentals of my Parental (who shall be henceforth known as the Old-Parentals) are rather eccentric. The female is tall and thin and her skin color is as white as Mordreads. Her hair is blonde. She coos over me, pinches my cheeks and makes me go out to purchase things with her. She had my Parentals eyes, however.
The male is larger in width and he is shorter, near my height. He is very quiet and he is bald. His skin is very dark, darker then my Parentals and a brown color like D's. He is a normal human and seems very pensive save when it comes to a sport he calls football.
I do not see how grown men in tight clothing tackling one another would be interesting but he is very passionate about it. He had started to teach me how to wrestle, a form of stripping your opponent of weapons and pinning them to the ground. It may come in handy one day, when I have a weapon aimed at me.
They live at a place they call the beach. It is where the land meets the ocean. I cannot say I do not enjoy it. The water is more bouyant then the pools I am used to and if I wear goggles, I can see the beauty and colors underneith the waves. Female-Old Parental has taught me to dive and I have found shells of all colors and sizes. Some sparkle.
She has made me alter my clothes and hair as well. She said I looked like a hobo. I am not quite sure what that is but apparently it is distasteful. So my braids are gone. My hair is shorter but still to the elbows. My clothing...
I do not know. I miss my shorts.
Still, even as she pushes females at me to become friends with (and I have, with one. Her name is Rachelle), I miss the noise that is my Parentals home. Even if they are annoying, I have become used to it. I have become accustomed to Autsu and his quiet, his anger, as well. I miss both of those things.
I wish to go back, now. The sea and the sand and the food is all very nice and the people are kind but I find myself constantly thinking of where I was raised and the people I was raised with. I find myself hoping Autsu isn't over thinking things like I know he does.
I will bring home some shells, some photos and some new clothing but I do wish to go back now.
-Kian
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 7:44 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 5:32 pm
Of course, it was raining. It was the sort of night for rain, when the house was eerily quiet. Parental had taken the much younger children to visit his own, for the week perhaps. Kian, Yashima and Iamel were left at the home, alone and away. Kian didn't mind; the dark crimminal was more then happy to enjoy the silence.
At least, he thought he had been.
While not particularily fond of children, despite his obvious gentleness towards the weaker creatures, the noise that they created was missing. Even Yashima and Zasalamel, with their loud noises and soft cries, were not enough to fill the void. Iamel was outside in his home, Dee on his hip and a video game in his hand.
And, outside, it was raining.
The rain had been hard, at his home planet. On Gaia, here, his new home, the rain could be light and gentle, like the soft caress of a very damp flower. Kian was standing on the small porch of his home (his home? When had it become his home?) with the rain pattering outside and the smell of wet dirt stinging his nostrils.
Dark, dark as Autsus skin and the tone his own had once been. It was late at night and Kian, restless, was still awake. He had been having dreams again but the newer ones were.. soft. Remembering his Parentals and their gentle touches, affection that was abundant in his former life. He hadn't realized it until just recently, when his new Parental had touched his hair so gingerly and smiled when he said something almost kind to a child.
He stepped out into the rain, his tank top and the faded jeans slowly absorbing the moisture that fell so freely from the air. Light rain, brushing against him and delving so quietly into his hair, dripping down the available expanses of flesh. Kian tilted his head back, all three eyes closed and his shoulders slumping in a completely relaxed stance.
What was it about this new world? People were free - encouraged, even - to grow as they wished. Even as he had thrown and screamed and raged as a child, his Parental had taken it with a simple harsh word in return and, once, a pull into his hair. Still, he was not discouraged when he branched out to swimming, to weapons, to the books at the library that he devoured with the hunger of a begger.
Instead, he had been giving swimming trunks, a hair net, a staff and a library card. He had received a job and money as a result and was now being encouraged by his Sibling and Parental to try and branch out further - become a Gaian, settle into a life outside of the home.
Was he softened?
Kian didn't know. He let out a slow, deep sigh, chest collapsing with that breath. His arms spread, palms up, tail limp against the sparkling grass and the deep brown earth. Water caught on his fingers and he let out another low breath. The alien was almost smiling.
There were friends. There were family. A job, a purpose, the Unit. Parental, Sibling, the children he had to yell sense into at his job, the swimming, his pets, his room. Autsu.
Autsu.
The dual golden eyes slit open, peering into the night sky, regaurdless of the rain. It had softened further, the action comfortable. There were reasons to stay. He never would have thought it to be so, in first coming here, but there were reasons to stay. It came in people with piercings, loud noises, small squeaks and light blue wings that hurt when he pressed against walls. People with too baggy clothing, cocky smiles, haunted eyes and the ability to cook a mortal.
It came.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 10:18 am
The movement had started quietly. After they had ejected Koreshan, its precious little Jo'nas, the Parental to the renegade had hid in its home. It had refused to forget it's eldest Youngling, despite urging from its partner otherwise.
Jo'nas had been, admittedly, the favorite of its two Younglings. The girl - now a proper citizen in it's own right - had been sweet but she had lacked the fire Jo'nas had possesed, that special little glow that only the boy-Youngling had hidden in his eyes. Izzrah, it was named, had always treated his young male-child differently from the rest.
They had debated and he had often stroked the Younglings hair for no reason. Those ears had been especially dear and Jo'nas had always absorbed the attention happily. Despite the fights he had gotten into, the boy had been sweet. A little angry, yes. But sweet.
Then he had run.
Izzrah had been female, once. It could remember the apprehension of the surgical alteration, the buzz of nerves within the then-hers stomach. The process itself had been forgotten with drugs and time but it could still understand why Jo'nas had felt the need to run.
How he had escaped had been a matter of gigantic controversy. The gaurd posted at the door, a tall, fit Citizen, had attempted to jump the young boy and had indeed clubbed him over the head. A stunned Jo'nas had grabbed the object and had hurled it at one of the thick glass windows, shattering it. Adreniline, they guessed, had made the thin being strong. He had jumped, then, and it had taken the gaurd (unblemished from the skirmish, if a bit thirsty) a good three hours to report. He had been afraid of reprimand.
As a result, his only male-child, his dearest little Jo'nas, had fled to the Creatures down below, the unknown, and assumed for dead. Izzrah and its partner, Schlam, had mourned deeply. Their girl-child had wept.
Then, years later, a fully matured, fully intact Jo'nas had risen up. He had been armed, he had been angry and he knew how to slaughter his own kind. With him, the male had brought an Army of creatures, small, one-eyed things with too many arms and brutal ways of life. They had taken gaurds lives, snuck into Communities and the heads cut from the gaurds on pikes. Jo'nas had attatched a letter to one.
Izzrah, as a member of the Council of The Wise, had been given the task of reading it to the rest of the Members. The letter had been great in its length, a manifesto of sorts, announcing their plans: destroy the mandatory surgical alterations, bring 'true emotions' to the people of the Communities, draw awareness of the Wrongness that was the Community.
They had sent more fighters out, this time to the Below. They had been slaughtered, body parts sent back and once again their heads were on display. Shortly after that, Jo'nas and his rebellion had gassed a major Community, one of the few Communities with Nurseries for the Younglings who hadn't been passed to families. It had shocked them all and, before action could be taken in retaliation, he had killed a major Council member. Izzrah had been screaming for him to stop, his voice lost in the shrieks of the crowd, and the male had been bludgeoned and dragged off.
His Creatures had been lost without their leader, apparently being natural pacifests themselves, and had scattered. They had been systematically hunted down and slaughtered, men, women, children. Their bodies had piled high in the garbage chutes, sprawled and thin amongst the common, stinking refuse that was their waste. It had been a pitiful, disgusting sight that turned Izzrahs stomach, especially since the Council had refused to erase the peoples memory of the genocide.
It had infuriated the Citizen on behalf of these people, of its son. Once helpless, Izzrah was now leading a movement of his own. Influental in his own right, the soft-spoken, gentle Citizen had started speaking to friends and other Members of the topic of their drugged states and the mandatory surgery. It had been a shocking subject at first but now?
Now, Izzrah had a group of near a hundred backing him up. Their words brought peace, writing documentations on their ideas an thoughts to further the Communities instead of bringing death and fear. Discussions had been held, lengthy, in depth words. Izzrahs partner was still catious; it had never appreciated Jo'nas the way Izzrah had, never saw him for the bringer of redemption that they sorely needed.
It still continued. The Council had no idea what was going to happen, the quiet protest around the Communities. There was no cause for alarm, no reason to think anything bad would happen. It was a protest, to bring awareness and bring their documents to the view of the Council. Then, perhaps, something could be done.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 9:27 am
And So, We FallThe end of sex. Nothing graphic, but it IS post-stuff-happening. Male/Male, nakedness. PG-13. If this squicks you, don't read. Don't b***h. If you've read this far in his journal, you knew this was more then likely going to happen.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 9:30 am
[journal entry to the previous rp]
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 11:15 am
"Have fun?" Katuras voice was a little curious, a little dry, when patrick walked in from the date. He was a child, still, but he had a perceptive little brain. His level of intelligance was on par with Ades, although he applied it to different, more physical things.
As it was, he was bouncing a little soccerball on his knees, one and then the other, concetration only vaguely resting on his father. Patrick didn't have a 'no sports in the house' rule, as it didn't matter compared to the other chaos that usually ran free in the home. Iamel, in the kitchen and tossing together some sort of dinner for the kiddlets, poked his head out to give his father a leer.
"Done sucking face already, Shiniee?"
Patrick paused in his trek and blinked a little, a little rapidly. "I - what? Were you two SPYING on me?"
"Akilah was too!" Katura protested, grabbing at his ball and holding it to his chest. He was frowing, a petulant child found out by his mean parent. Akilah, from the couch, just giggled. "And Kian!"
"I was not." The monotone voice was rumbling from the kitchen as well, the same agravated tone as it usually was when it came to matters like this. In the back of his mind, he wondered how Autsu could stand it, the snarky, slightly edged personality. Then again, he'd seen the two together. Kian was oddly kind around the other alien... Who knew what was up in that crackheaded little brain of his. Amidst the thoughts, Kian kept talking. "Iamel merely made a comment -"
"Now a woman who'll kiss on the very first date is usually a hussy-"
"-And we glanced. That is all."
"-And the woman who'll kiss on the second time out is anything but fussy-"
"Shut up, Iamel. You have a horrible singing voice." That was Patrick, one hand clamping over his ear in a defense against the nasal voice singing a song from Family Guy. He should've blocked the television. "I am NOT a hussy."
"But a woman who'll wait till the third time around, head in the clouds, feet on the ground!"
"Iamel, swear to god."
"She's the girl you're glad you've found, she's your Shipoopi! Shipoopi, shipoopi, the girl you want to ******** s**t ON A STICK, IAMEL."
The Bird paused in his song, a smirk written across his thin lips. He disappeared back into the kitchen, still humming the song under his breath. That's when Kian left the little area, coming into Patricks view with a roll to all three eyes. Jii was at his heels, the ever loyal Zurui, and she gave Patrick a curious look. Katura, on the other hand, was snorting into the dead cow of his soccer ball and Akilah had actually fallen off the couch in laughter.
"But to answer your question, Kat, yes. I had fun. We talked at a coffee shop and then he made me stir-fry--"
"Where were you at so he could make you stirfry? Does he own the cafe?"
Patrick growled. "Iamel, I swear to high heaven and back, that if you make ONE MORE smart a** comment, I will smite you."
"You'd have an angry ballerina on your hands." Akilah pipped up, his furry face peering around the leg of the couch to them. "Iamel's boyfriend--"
"Is NOT a ballerina." Iamel interrupted, coming out of the kitchen to the living room/dining room area with a very full platter. Veggies, fruits, seeds and dead animal. What a chef. "He is a dancer. Modern and classical."
"...you have a boyfriend?" Patrick said slowly, his eyebrows arching. "When did this happen?"
"He's not even my boyfriend! We're just dating. It's casual."
"When did this happen? Where'd you MEET him?"
"He's Dees dance instructor." Kian murmured, sliding past his father to grab an apple slice from Iamels platter as the Bird, now grumpy, headed for the overly large dining room table. "He's been at his house around four days a week for the last three and a half."
"How the ******** do you know that, alien?!"
"You never spend the night with your one night stands and you come back smiling the next morning. Also, bruises." Kian gestured to his neck vaguely, taking a bite from the small piece. Iamel was flushing; the rest of the gorup was enjoying it as Akilah and Katura trundled after him.
"So? Like we don't know what you do at those little 'spars' you and Autsu do at that house."
A pause and Kian kept moving until he sat on his stool at the dining table. An eyebrow rose over a frosty eye as he leveled his gaze at Iamel. "And?"
When Iamel blustered for some sort of response, Patrick just sighed and sat in his own chair heavily. "We went to his place. He had a puppy, I played with it, we ate and came back here. I kissed him. Once. I'm going to be calling him tomorrow. Are you guys happy now?"
"Are you?"
Patrick blinked, turning his gaze to Katura. His youngest had a perfectly serious expression on as he dropped the ball to the ground, leaving it rolling as he grabbed at some food. Hn. Smart kids were weird sometimes.
"...well." He started, blinking against once he realized that all four of the children had their eyes trained on him. "Maybe I could be? I like him."
Iamel just grunted, grabbed some plates and put them down. "Kian, go get 'Kuti and Dee. They need to eat."
Kian stayed put. Katura heaved a sigh and slid off his chair, heading off to find his sister and niece. After that, they were silent.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 6:15 pm
[Rp with Kian and his students]
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