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 Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 7:00 pm
After the initial freak-out at the hands of Patrick, the rest of the elevator residing went smoothly. Iamel was rather silent, eating the rest of the chewed, thrown apple, and patrick amused himself by seperating the meats from the other 'good' stuff, as he liked to say.... but there was no screaming. There was no other outbursts, no other screaming matches... Nothing of interest.
Both were too emotionally drained from before to do more then chat about the kids - how they were faring, how BADLY he had scarred them - and agree that ASAP, he should get home.
"Yashi first," Iamel argued, "He's become as sour as Kian. Kian has gotten NICER. So Yashi first. Then catbitch. Okay?"
Patrick had agreed and other then that, there was little of interest. No more impressing power (Iamels head and arms were still hurting like crazy) and no more beating of others at the hands of apples.
"....we ever gonna be rescued?" Iamel whined softly, glancing at his father. "I mean, it's NOT a slow little grocery store."
"Eventually." Patricks eyes were closed, head tilted back agaisnt the wall of the elevator. "They mi--what the ******** doors were being pried open and a police officer, looking disgruntled, poked his head in. "...you kids okay?"
"Yeah. We're good." Patrick smiled back, standing slowly with a quiet noise. "********... hey, Iamel?"
"Mm?" The woodpecker grabbed at the M&Ms he'd been eating slowly.
"You TOTALLY have a kiddie crush on Diacyn."
"What...?"
"NEvermind. Get out."
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 8:08 am
[saved for journal entry post-Patrick finding]
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 9:39 am
"Why aren't you home bonding with Catbitch?" Iamel growled out at his Gaurdian, holding Katura securely in his arms. Patrick had Kian on hias back, as usual, and Yashima was trailing behind them.
"Because," The dark man grumped back, glancing behind him and pausing. "You all STILL new clothes. We never buy anything. Where the ******** is Akilah?"
Iamels orange eyebrow arched and the child shrugged his frail shoulder, nose raising in the air primly. "Maybe he ran off to join the circus." The snide comment only earned him a side-glare from his Shiniee - who was STILL on his s**t list.
But things had been going okay. Apologies first, then more clothes. All the kids were growing, little by little... New clothes were a basic necessity in the White household.
Except when a kid went missing. That usually meant that the entire trip was put on hold to find the little asswipe in question - often Akilah - and then some ice cream afterwards. It was no wonder their clothes were getting threadbare and loose on their frames - his Shiniee had ADD or something like that.
"He went to go look at the hemp necklaces." Yashima finally supplied to his father, twisting around slightly. His wooden shoes scraped against the malls cheap linolium. The mall was dirty and he hated it. Too many people, all looking at him like he was a freak.
....well, they were looking at Kian more, since the kid was snarling random words and trying to eat peoples hair when they walked too close, but still! They were looking at him too!
He. Didn't. LIKE. IT.
"I'll go get him, Shiniee." Iamel moved to press his younger brother into his Shiniees arms before moving towards the kiosk where the necklaces had been displayed. Akilah had been getting more and more distracted by that sort of jewelry and the colorful 'vases' that the kiosk also sold.
Iamel had seen enough Requim for a Dream to know that was BAD.
"Keelah?" He grumped out, moving faster to find his sibling. Both Yashi and Akilah, despite being SO much younger then him, were TALLER then him. How unfair was that?! "Where are you, stupid meerkat?"
After five minutes of wandering...no kiosk. No Akilah. Iamel was starting to get frustrated, wings fluttering and twisting around to - see his brother, getting a pretzal.
What the HELL?
"AKILAH." Iamel snapped, moving towards the other and grabbing his wrist. "What the HELL? You wander off and here you are, getting a ******** pretzal?! C'mon! We're going back to Shiniee."
"Screw off." The meerkat mumbled, shoving his eldest brother off. "I'm hungry."
"Shiniee's worried!"
"Who the hell cares? He left US. Anyway, who died and made you suddenly bigger and better then us?"
Iamel snarled softly, hands balling into fists. He couldn't grab the taller meerkat and shake him like he so wanted to - he was too small, too weak--
Ow.
A stab of pain hit his gut. Iamel lurched slightly, eyes widening. Another stab of aching, down his arm and up his shoulder. The bird made a soft whining sound in his throat, dropping to his knees. His arms wrapped around his body, curling into a tight fetal position on the floor.
Akilah, above him, was staring at his brother in shock. "Oh god." He just killed his sibling! "IAMEL! Iamel! Don't die!" Despite his panic at just killing the FAVORITE, he just nudged his brother with his foot. What a kind child. "Iamel!"
The woodpecker shuddering in his agony, crying out and drawing a crowd around him - then he sprouted. Litterally. His spine cracked and back arched as he suddenly gained three and a half or so feet and the bones in his arm snappped and re-grew themselves, pressing further and further away from his main body.
Patrick was running back with the kids, Kian squalling behind him at the injustice and Yashima trying to keep up with his small yukata. Katura was clinging...but Iamel wasn't seeing any of that. His eyes were filled with a red haze, even as his Shiniee moved to knee beside him. "Holy s**t, woodie... Iamel, Iamel, look at me!"
What he saw was some sort of deformed child. Bones reformed and shifted under the childs face, becoming more mature, more grown, the wings thickened and lengthened, and his legs pushed outward as well.
It left the woodpecker panting on the mall floor, eyes half-closed and panting in exhaustian. But he was no longer the small eight-year old that Patrick had just watched march off to get his younger brother.
Lying on the mall floor was a much taller, much older looking Iamel. He was wearing the same shirt but now it was stretched thin under a childs shirt and the jeans were still attatched, thankfully. Iamels sneakers, unfortunetly, had burst off and were lying tattered around his ankles.
"...did I just die, Shiniee?" Iamel croaked out. His eyes went absolutely wide in his skull and his hands shot up, touching at his new face. It looked like him... it FELT like him. But different. A...a goatee? It was on his chin.. a lip ring... more defined cheekbones, longer facial features.
His hands were trembling when he held them out for inspection. Larger, boney and without the bulge of childish meat he'd been so used to. His wings flapped - larger as well. The woodpecker just stared down at the length of his boy and...stood.
He was TALL.
TALL.
Taller then SHINIEE.
The dark man stood with him, staring at his son in shock and awe. Well. Iamel was hot - for a son. "You... you grew."
"I'm big." The deeper, still nasal voice spoke, wonder in his tone. Iamel grinned, a wide, toothy creation and started a little wriggle of happiness, hopping around the mall (and the small circle of watchers) in glee. "I'm big! Bigger! I'm tall and I'm ere and my WINGS! Shiniee! I can DO s**t! I'm BIG. I'm BIG!"
Patrick laughed, still...not used to these growth things of his children. It made him wonder just how sane his life was. "Yeah. What're you gonna do now?"
Iamel paused and pushed past his Gaurdian to Akilah. The meerkat stared up at him, terrified beyond all reason. He had just mutated into something BIGGER.
Despite all of the aching in his new frame, Iamels thin arm darted out, grabbing the meerkat by the scruff of his neck. "Looks like GOD just made me bigger and in charge." The woodpecker hissed, eyes narrowing and setting in on his brother. "You wandered. Do that again and I will gouge out your eyes. Got it?"
Akilah stared, nodding slowly. "Y-Yeah.."
"Good." The meerkat was released and Iamel did the same little hop-dance. "Holy s**t, Shiniee! I'm BIG."
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 2:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 2:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 2:39 pm
The noise, the crowds, the press of humanity around him. Savius didn't mind the mall, found it interesting in a way. Besides, he had needed new clothes. Taylor, however, who he'd brought along with him, minded the mall rather spectacularly much. As much as a small zombiebrat could. Which meant, in the end, that they had left, if only to get him to stop screaming. They had taken shelter only a little ways away, at an old fashioned soda fountain and burger joint, where Savius could have something to drink, and Taylor could relax in a less crowded environment.
Sitting at a corner booth, the infant in his arms, the kestrel looked at the menu without any real interest. It wasn't like he was going to eat cooked meat. But he liked sweets well enough, and they did have a dessert list.
"C'mon, Yashi!" The woodpecker couldn't be heard from outside, but he was trying to convince his snarly younger brother that he was, indeed, hungry. Yashi was ignoring the claims that he didn't 'know his own hunger' and had been trying to pull away from his insisting sibling. "I want ice cream, damnit! And you're coming with me! I'm your baby sitter!"
"I am not a baby!" Yashima snapped in response, stamping his wooden-shoe covered foot on the cement sidewalk. Iamel just snorted and finally gave up. He leaned over and grabbed Yashima by his waist, hauling him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. That was how they moved inside, Yashi snarling and Iamel lookig around for some place to sit.
That guy... Red eyes narrowed and Iamel moved over towards Savius' table slowly, ignoring Yashimas growlings against his back. It COULDN'T be. But who else COULD it be? He FELT like a Bird and he looked like.. "Savius?"
One could almost pretend a resemblance between Savius and Taylor as two pairs of eyes of simular amber colour looked up. There was a vague familiarity to the voice, but it was a distant thing, hard to pin down to the here and now. Until he saw him. Tall and attractive but the hair was the same and the feeling of kin was very strong. There was no mistaking it. Iamel.
"Hey Bro. You're bigger." So spoke the king of understatement as he scooted out of the booth and stood. Holding Taylor against his shoulder with one arm, he reached out to ruffle the other teen's hair. They were almost the same height now. Strange that. "C'mon, sit down with me."
His gaze moved to the child slung over his kindred's shoulder, a child he'd seen before, though they'd been of a height, then. "What's his problem?"
For his part, Taylor wiggled and whimpered a bit at the sudden change of positions, not entirely happy to be taken from Savius's comfortable lap. As his head was buried firmly against his brother's neck, he saw neither the bird nor the other Ghost, but he knew they were there. People. Scary.
Iamel grinned roughly when he realized he'd been right in his assumptions. The ruffle was returned with a brief tug on the others sleeve in greeting - dive tackling a person with a child in their arms was rude and dangerous. He had learned at least that much.
"Yeah. So're you! We're like... almost the same. It's creepy." Savius' voice was different too.. but it had the ring of ultimately being the kestrel. That comforted the woodpecker.. He didn't like the thought of being hte only one without different things. Yashima was plopped onto the floor - feet first - and Iamel slid into the opposite side of the booth, facing his friend and Taylor. "When'd you sprout? Did it hurt? Mine did. Who's the kid?"
"A ghost." Yashima answered his brothers reply, flopping next to him. Neither of them answered the question of what was 'wrong' with Yashi.. he was always this way. Always had been, since he'd grown. "The one who didn't like me. Hi?" He offered the baby.
Savius chucked at Iamel's comment about it being creepy, and it was almost surprising to hear a laugh from him. It wasn't something he did very often, but the surprise of finding his 'little bro' as grown as he was, apparently allowed for an unusual level of self expression. "Hurt like ********." He admitted, wincing at the memory of the experiance, so very much more traumatic than the time he'd died as a bird. Why the hell did it all have to be so... drastic for them? "I was showering. One minute I'm covered in soap, the next I'm bleeding from my wings and almost blacking out."
"Scared the hell out of Jer'ain." Indeed, the girl would probably be traumatized for awhile yet by the memory of rushing to find her naked, bleeding and unexpectedly tall brother huddled in the bath tub, whimpering. He'd just leave the part about the whimpering out, though. "This is Taylor. Our Zombie."
Plucking the gryphon boy off his shoulder, he set the child on the table, supporting him in a sitting position.
Tiny lion's tail lashing nervously, Taylor looked toward Yashi, trying to decide how threatened to feel. But the boy had sparkly's on his wrist, and if those amber eyes weren't trusting, they sure were interested as tiny fists made grabbing motions and attempted to reach toward the treasures.
"You bled from your wings?" His eyes widened at that and the woodpecker stood, leaning on the table to peer around, trying to get a glimpse of his friends wings now. "They're okay now, though? Right? You're not bleeding there anymore?" One hand reached out to touch Savius' shoulder, head tilting to make sure his back wasn't splattered in blood or anything. Once he was satisfied, Iamel sat back, nose wrinkling. "Poor Jer'ain. I freaked 'Keelah out. He was yelling at me and then I was on the ground, convulsing the next. But.. I didn't bleed. It only hurt for about an hour after."
Iamels nose wrinkled, blinking in at Taylor. "Hey, Zombie kid!" He was ungaurdedly good with most children, fingers wriggling at him with a grin. When Taylor reached for Yashi, though, he just laughed. "Hows your dad taking the 'being big' thing? Shiniee almost died, himself."
The fox glanced down at the kit reaching for him... oh. The little metal bracelets he'd bought earlier that week. White eyebrows arched and one of the metal things were pulled off, glinting in the dim shop lights. "Want this?" He offered, holding it out to the gryphon.
"I bled some, yeah. I think they ripped my back up while they were growing." He wasn't exactly sure on that account, he'd been a bit distracted by the overwhelming pain. And by the time he'd come completely back to himself, Jer'ain had him neatly bandaged up. She was a good sibling, for what that was worth. "But yeah. I'm fine. Got a sword out of the deal. A real one. Not sure where the ******** that came from, but how does anything work, with us?"
"Dad's ok. I'm taller than she is now." He smirked then, the same lazy expression he'd worn in his childhood. "I can yell at her to her face, now."
"Uussuuuu." Responded Taylor, eloquently. He allowed himself a seconds distraction to stare at Iamel, a lip shiny being almost as interesting as a wrist shiny. But then the bracelet was coming toward him, and Yashima had his full attention. Yes, that! That was what he wanted! Leaning forward against the restraining hands of his brother, he made a snatching attempt to grab the bracelet being held toward him.
SilkenMinion: "I got a lip ring and three feet of height." He laughed, shrugging and leaning back against his chair. "I'm glad your okay, though. I'd have t smack you if you were walking around still bleeding or something." So he blathered a little - the woodpecker sat up straight as another question struck him, lips peelin ginto a wide grin. "DId you try flying yet?"
He had. Almst DIED, mind you, but oh! It was NOT a bad experiance.
Yashi leaned in a little, delicate fingers holding the shiny on the tips of his fingers towards the baby. He wasn't going to taunt him with thoughts of shinie things... he GAVE them the shinies, if that's what they wanted. And it appeared the little fellow did. "Yes. Uusssuuu."
"Hmm? Nah, not yet. You think we could?" There was a surprising note of wistfulness in his voice as he asked. Flying was something he missed almost painfully, even now. Sure, the kestrel had died, but the Kestrel remained, with dream memories of swooping down on unsuspecting prey all power and grace. Still, now he could kill merely by wanting something to die, and there was something to be said for that as well.
Streaching his wings slightly in the narrow confines of the booth, he couldn't help but think them too small to support his considerable weight. Still, at least they weren't tiny anymore. Iamel were proportionately bigger, but Savius wasn't the sort to bother with jealousy. It took too much energy. Instead, he lifted a lazy hand to wave down the flirtatious young waitress that had been irritating him until Iamel showed up. After all, he'd come in for a reason.
Got it! With a loud squeal of delight followed by giggles of pleasure, Taylor took the shiny from Yashima, waving it enthusiastically in the air. And, being the age he was, he almost immediately stuck a considerable portion of it in his mouth, enjoying the cool feel of metal on his gums. Mmm... shiny flavored.
A high pitched giggle announced the arrival of the waitress, all breasts and too wide smiles. She batted dark eyelashes and tugged at her black curly hair as she looked back and forth between Savius and Iamel. "So, what can I do for you guys?"
"I tried jumpin' out of Diacyns window and... ehrm. I think some wind saved my a**, but I was elevated for a minute." He smiled sheepishly, tugging at his long, orange-red bangs a little bit. "I don't see why we couldn't practice, you know? Like the magic except... with our wings. Fly as soon as possible. I miss it. It was... I miss it."
Another smile and he glanced up at the waiteress, eyebrows moving slowly upwards. Hopefully, his sisters wouldn't end up like her.. Giggly and too squishy and... It was at that moment that Iamel decided he did Not Like squishy things on peoples chests. "I don't know about you, Savius, but I want me an ice cream sundae. Shiniee says my metabolism is crazy anyway."
The fox-kit grinned at Taylor, chin on the table to watch him. The little thing did not hate him!! He liked that. he didn't like the boys to watch him. It was cute. "Water," He mumbled, "No sugar."
"Idiot." Savius scolded promptly, shaking his head at Iamel. There it was, that brotherly instinct. Supporting Taylor with one hand, he reached over to swat the Woodpecker lightly upside the head. "We should practice, maybe, but not by jumpin' out of windows. Who do you think you are Death by Hitting the Ground Really Hard?"
Turning his attention to the waitress he offered her a lazy grin. There was nothing behind the smile, except perhaps amusement. Did she really think she had a chance with well, either of them? Humans. Meh. That hint of a superiority complex had not faded, and while he was more than ready to make exceptions for family and Guardians of friends, he still found himself impatient with strange mortals. None of them aware of how fragile they were. "I'll have what he's having, lots of hot fudge. And a soda. And nilla wafers for the zombie here." And a dead squirrel, but he wasn't even going to ask. He liked to kill his own food, anyway.
The girl licked her lips as she wrote down their orders and Savius almost laughed in her face. He settled for smirking at her retreating form and turning back to Iamel. "Well, that was new."
Giggling around the shiny in his mouth Taylor reached again for Yashi. This time, there was no demand in the gesture, he simply wanted to touch the nice boy who'd given him the bracelet. It was good to make friends with shiny holders. That way, you got more shinys. Clever baby he was.
"He goaded me into it. What was I gonna do? Look like a p***y? I'd NEVER live that down." He grinned, hand darting up to catch Savius' wrists with his fingers. "That would be an AWESOME death, by the way. Not death by falling, but Hitting the Ground Really Hard. Think we should suggest it to Shanuh?" The woodpecker laughed, watching as the woman interacted with his friend, eyebrows arching once more.
"Indeed. She was staring at you like YOU were the prey... not the other way around. What the hell was that?" And no. He saw nothing wrong about cursing around children. Raja would vouch for that.
Yashi blinked and then reached up to touch Taylors hand with his. He beamed at the other kid not hating him, tickling gently at his palm. "You don't hate anymore?" The lightly-accented voice quired, grinning a little. "Good."
"You care too much about what that jerk thinks." The comment was made with memories in mind, a hot headed Diacyn attacking him for reasons the Kestrel still didn't understand. Seriously. What the ********? But nevermind that, he just didn't want his friend pushed into danger by the Owl. "You think Shanuh makes those kinds of decisions?" A genuine question. Savius still didn't quite understand what Shanuh was, or any of the Birdcage people for that matter. Only that they felt... impressive. Like Kin, but much bigger.
"I dunno. Kinda wierd though. People treat you different when you're tall." A lesson that the kestrel was finding more and more true, and one he wasn't entirely certain how to deal with.
"Gee!" Agreed Taylor, grabbing one of Yashi's tickling fingers and clinging to it firmly, a babies determained grip. Now, now he'd won! He had the shiny giver. That could only mean the production of more shinys. At least, he thought that might be how it worked. Thoughtfully he tugged the finger he held, trying to bring it up to his mouth. He could probably fit the hand in, he thought, along side the shiny.
"Yes I do." Iamel agreed readily, shoulders rising into a shrug, "He's my friend just as much as you are. Did you two get into a fight or something? I thought you were on good terms... I mean..." He shrugged a little, nose crinkling up into a confused expression. Iamel knew Diacyn was jealous of the kestrel, judging by his remarks during the class, but he didn't think his two friends would actually FIGHT outside of casual sparring. "He's just rash sometimes. And Shanuh... I don't know.
The teen frowned a little, shrugging once more. "I don't know but ... he's strong. Stronger then us. He might, y'know? Anything's possible." Shoulders rolled, grinning, "Yeah. People do. Especially girls. They look at you weird. Maybe that's why all Birds are boys - that I've met anyway - so we won't be just THAT weird."
Yashi squeaked, giving a small grin to the other, letting him pull the finger with him. "Are you trying to eat me now?" For some reason, he thought babies could talk back to him. "I don't think I'll taste that good, kid."
"Relax Bro. Baldy might hate me, but that's his problem, okay? Not yours or mine." Savius quick to smooth over the confusion his remark had apparently caused, dismissing his earlier statement with a shrug and a smile. Nothing to worry about. As long as the owl didn't try to pick up the fight again the next time they ran into each other. Which made him wonder, "You think everyone else has grown too?"
"Yeah, Shanuh's different. He's something better than us, whatever that means." At Iamel's next statement, Savius managed a brief 'heh' of a laugh, grinning across the table. "Guess you're just too pretty. All the girls are jealous." He'd never really thought about the fact that all the birds were male, and thinking of it now he tapped the table thoughtfully. "That's kinda weird."
Almost reluctantly, Taylor pulled the shiny out of his mouth to make room for Yashima's finger. Leaning forward a tad, he licked the diget cautiously before actually bringing it into his mouth. The shiny boy tasted not as good as bracelets, but better than his brother. Pulling the drool covered finger out of his mouth, he stuck the shiny back in. "Geemmuu."
"I just thought he was jealous... not that he hated you." Iamel frowned a little and then shrugged, "Just don't kill him. I like him alive." The woodpecker paused, blinking up with a little grin. "You think they could've? Well... you have... and we've all been around for a while. Holy s**t, it'd be awesome if they did. You an' me an' Diacyn an' Xaxis and.. uhm." He pauses, "...Rascir, I guess? I haven't talked to him much so that's on a lesser scale of awesome but still kick a**. I haven't seen Calytae in a while, he might've too! But - but if the little group... thing..grew, that'd be so cool."
Savius comment on him being pretty made him blink a few times and - blush? s**t. What was that? Iamel made a face, laughing and tilting his head back. "I don't think I'm all that pretty, Savius. You're just really weird, you know that?" Kicking at his friend, gently, from under the table. "I don't mind the no-girls.. They can be annoying sometimes. More then average."
Yashi.... didn't know what to think. He grinned a little at the kid, wriggling his spit-covered digit at his Iamel and was rewarded with a napkin being wrapped around it. Ears went flat with a grumble. "Geemmuu to you too, kid."
"Nevermind him." Savius said firmly, not wanting to dwell on the bald boy and the bruises that had resulted from their last encounter. Better to think about Iamel and Taylor and the possibility that Xaxis and Rascir were big now. They, he thought, would be pretty when they grew. Certainly the songbird had such nice hair. And Xaxis just might grow into his wings. He smiled, the expression neither sarcastic nor amused but genuinely happy. "We should try and get together, all of us. See who's tall now."
Deftly avoiding the kicking with a short laugh, Savius tucked his feet up and grinned across the table at Iamel. "Maybe not pretty. You look good though, bro. I like the goatee." He was serious in that moment, measuring his friend with a thoughtful glance. "Depends on the girl, I guess. I've just got Dad and Jer'ain, so... they're both pretty cool, you know?"
"Geemuu." The child repeated firmly, his excitement making his tail lash around wildly. That was one limb he hadn't completely figured out to control yet. He wasn't even entirely convinced it was his. Releasing Yashi's finger, he turned to look at his brother, holding out the shiny, "Eee!"
"Nice, Zombie." Savius agreed absently. "Kid's a klepto." He added, his attention drawn away by the return of the waitress, and therefore, the arrival of icecream and cookies for Taylor.
"Thanks."
"He's just hard to get along with sometimes," Iamel stated about Diacyn before dropping the subject completely, grinning a little more at Savius' smile. He looked GOOD when he didn't smile with some lurking emotion in the back of his eyes - just smiled because he was happy. It was better that way. For a fleeting moment Iamel could see why the waitress would be so Looking at his friend, even though she had never seen him smile.
"We should!" The woodpecker grinned, nodding in agreement. "We should have a 'We're tall now, we kick a**' party and invite only the taller people! It'll be fun and - thank you." He cut himself off halfway through, hand moving to tug at the fuzz, a crooked grin on his lips. "You're not half bad yourself. I like the glasses." They reminded him of his Shiniee.
That was not a bad thing.
Yashima grinned at the child holding out his shiniee - now Taylors shiniee - and was so very excited! He liked making little kids happy. Boys, anyway. The girls kind of scared him. But that was not something he was going to advertise. ....anymore. "I don't mind. S'just a bracelet." He nodded, eyes flickering over to his brother, who was getting his own ice cream happily.
"How we gonna manage that one? Put a line on the door with a sign that says 'you must be this tall to enter the party'?" Savius took his icecream from the waitress without really glancing at her, setting it slightly to the side, where tiny fists couldn't reach it. Ruffling Taylor's hair affectionately, he put one of the pale round cookies in the baby's free hand, making sure he had a good grip on it before letting go. It was hard to get him interested in eating, Savius occasionally entertained the idea of painting all his food silver to keep his attention.
"You like 'em?" Reaching up, he touched the frame of his glasses, adjusting them a bit before letting his hand drop, "I found 'em laying around and thought they were sorta cool, you know? I need to show you my sword." A hint of excitement and energy there, even from the generally laid back bird. "It's ******** huge."
Picking up his spoon, he poked the icecream absently, getting a bite of fudge before even trying the cold stuff.
Taylor continued to shake the bracelet, watching in facination at the way the metal caught the light. The cookie in his other hand simply sat there, clutched firmly, but mostly forgotten. It didn't make the light dance. And even though he knew it would taste nice, even nicer than shiny, his interest was elsewhere for the moment.
"Hey, works for me." He laughs a little bit, watching the other take care of his sibling. It was cute... Iamel glanced at Yashima, eyebrows arching critically. But then again, HE Had been cute too, when he was that age. Clingy and beautiful and adorable... and then he had grown. Ugh. That little puke. His head shook a little, taking a scoop of his ice cream. "YEah, I like um. They accent somehow." His hand waved, laughing and tilting his head back.
"You got a sword?! Are you serious? How ******** huge are we talking here? Like.. arm huge? Whale huge?"
Yashi watched teh little kid toy with the bracelet but... no eats? His eyebrows arched, laughing quietly into his water. The fo slurped softly, eyebrows arching up. "Do you not like food, watage?"
"Thing's almost as tall as you are." The kestrel stated proudly, remembering the strangely familiar of its hilt in his hand, the way it had cut the air. "Not just a little wooden thing. Course, I could use some lessons in how to use the thing. But, hell, it can't be that hard."
Icecream. All melty and cold and somehow as he was eating he managed to get fudge on his nose. Not that he noticed, more concerned with his graceless, hurried way of eating. Savius was not the product of sit down, family dinners. Hell, he still insisted on killing his own meat, even if he'd try the stuff like icecream, that he knew he couldn't go out hunting for. He wasn't a tidy eater, not by a long shot.
If he didn't understand the boy, he at least liked him. Looking at Yashi curiously, the boy giggled happily. His amber gaze hit the two objects in his hands, cookie in one, shiny in the other. With a wide toothless smile he leaned forward, holding the cookie out toward Yashi. He could give presents too.
"Almost as tall as me? Holy s**t, Savius." The red eyes were wide, ice cream momentarily forgotten as he tried to contemplate how freaking HUGE smething would have to be in order to be...well, his size! "So this means you can pick me up too?" Iamel joked, still trying to wrap his mind around it with a soft laugh. "Wow. That's.... that is really ******** big.."
Savius was eating and that meant he could get back to it as well. Iamel, the child of a twitchy scientest, didn't much care for manners or movements that oozed grace. That's what Yashi was for. That's how Kian moved. Iamel just ate like any hungry teenage boy would, paying little mind to the children next to them.
A white eyebrow arched up,w atching as the gears moved within the others head. The kid was cute. And smart - smarter then he had been as a baby. The cookie was taken with delicate fingers and a bow of his head. The foxes voice was low, almost grinning, when he responded with, "Thank you, watage~"
Savius took the question seriously enough, sizing his friend up with a long glance, "Yeah, I could. But I don't know that you'd make a very good weapon. Unless you were using your explosion powers." Thoughts of the weapon were awarded the barest hint of an affectionate smile."I'll show it to you later. I don't have anything to carry it with, yet, so I left it at home. It'd be too hard to carry the Zombie and the sword. 'sides, he'd keep trying to grab it."
Sword plus shiny obsessed baby meant blood all over the place. And a very pissed sibling.
"Waaaa." The infant agreed, distracted as Savius pressed another cookie into his hand. This time, he brought it too his mouth, happily gumming it into an easily digestable soggy mess.
"He likes shiny things," The Bird agreed, grinning a little. Savius could carry him?? Really?? That was freaking amazing. "You have to show me the me-carrying-abilities after we get food. Fox-kit could hold your Zombie." He nodded firmly, laughing a little bit, leaning back against the chair as he licked at his spoon.
Mmm. Sugah.
Yashima munched down on his cookie happily, watching how the kid was immediately given a nother cookie. He grinned, reaching over with one hand to ruffle at the oddly-colored hair. So cute.
"Heh." One long arm streached across the table to once again ruffle the Woodpecker's hair, unconcious of the fact that he was mirroring Yashima. It was one of the few ways he showed real affection, those brief touches. He liked petting people, though he didn't like being petted himself. An odd side effect of growing up in a family that didn't do much of the physical affection thing. Or the mental and emotional affection, really. But that wasn't what he'd chosen his 'Dad' for. "I'll give you a piggy back ride."
Fast, almost militant eating habits meant that Savius's bowl was already nearly empty, only a melty pool of fudge and icecream left at the bottom of his bowl. Icecream soup. Considering it a moment, he lifted the bowl and drank the remaining contents.
It should be noted, in all honesty, that one of the less pleasent things to watch on Gaia was the mess created by a baby trying to eat a Nilla Wafer without teeth. The cookie had to be slowly slimed to death, its outside's slowly losing solidity and smearing across Taylor's face. Like his brother, the gryphon boy was apparently not overly concerned with neatness. Of course, he had the excuse of age.
Iamels face scrunched up despite his leaning into the others pettings. He liked reciving them even though his affection was outwardly displayed with grins and hugs and snuggles. He chose his Shiniee for the shiniees, for being different, and Savius chose his...well, that was his personal business. iamel didn't care why the other chose his Father to be a certian way - it wasn't his business.
"You will? Kick a**! I haven't gotten a piggy back since I was a bird." He grinned, fighting with his own 'soup' with the spoon. It would come out. IT WOULD. He would win against the ice cream!
Yashi just...stared. He hadn't been allowed things like that when he was a baby, from what he was tld, and now he could see why. His eyes were a ittle wide, blinking at the goopy-faced toddler, and he leaed in order to peer at Savius better. "....should I wipe his face or somehing?"
The waitress arrived again this time with the check. Savius made a point of not looking up, knowing full well that he'd bet met with an eyeful of breasts, and feeling he'd rather avoid that particular experiance. Digging into his wallet, he took out enough money to pay for the icecream with a reasonable tip, and set it on the table. Dad provided funds for the care and feeding of Zombies, and there was always enough for extras like this.
"Does it count as a piggy back ride if your a bird, do you think?"
At Yashima's question, Savius just shook his head. "Nah, he's not done eatin' it yet. He's just gonna make more of a mess until then."
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 2:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 2:41 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 2:14 pm
TEEN!Diacyn RP here.
...damn, I have catching up to do
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 2:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 2:38 pm
WARNING: There is foul language, insinuations and flat-out, blatent talk about sex, and have HOMOSEXUAL CONTEZT. All parties are consensual but..this is a warning anyway.
DON'T LIKE IT? Then DO NOT read it.
There he was again - the same place he and Xaxis had first seen each other after they had grown. This time, though, there was no Raven with him. It was him, all by his lonesome, but Iamel didn't mind. He liked groups but it never meant he was lonely.
The woodpecker was dressed in his baggy, rainbow colored jeans, belts and chains attatched and down around him. His shoes were the patch-work altered Converse he had fixed himself, covered with sparkly glitter. Iamels shirt was the same one he had worn when he was a child - black and on it had a picture of a sperm. 'Daddys Little Squirt'. By now it was much too small, tight across his thin chest. His hair was still up, brightly colored, and his ears and lip were decorated with the colorful piercings. Under the shirt were obviously two piercings.
The night was dark, despite the lights sparkling everywhere. He could go clubbing - his look, attitude and facial hair all cinched that - but now he was simply... there. For people? They were moving, in great crowds, talking and laughing. But the woodpecker was lost in his own wondering... Why was he here? And what was he going to do when he found out?
Matsuo's night could have been better, but he wasn't quite ready to write it off as bad yet either. He had a spat with his band, and refused to take the stage until they apolegised... so instead they took to the stage with the bassist, Amane singing vocals... something that did little to sooth Matuo's pride.
He was now making great efforts to ignore every possible thought of the band he so despises currently, wandering aimlessly, hoping to find something to catch his attention... A slow grin crossing his face when he sees a colourful boy standing seemingly lost. A perfect prey. The lanky leather clad form sashayed over to the youth "You look lost.." He murmurs as he moves in close
Iamel blinked his red eyes at the others low voice, twisting around to face him. A curious expression alit his face, the white and black wings flexing a little. Well. He was an interesting looking one wasn't he? Iamel hadn't quite ever seen someone with those eye shapes or even the skin tone... it was interesting! Iamel liked interesting.
"Lost? No. I know where I'm going." His tongue flicked out to toy with his lip piercing, sucking lightly at the metal. "The problem is figuring out where I want to go."
Matsuo figures those wings are all some costume effect the kid is going for. Odd but no odder than some of the things he's seen... They look soft though.. and even as he speaks a hand moves up to pet lightly over one, curious as to the texture. "Hasn't anyone told you its dangerous to wander around these parts unescorted? Why don't you come with me for a bit.. we can grab a couple drinks.. talk.. have a little 'fun'..."
He jerks at the touching, eyes widening and face flushing slightly. They were his wings and the touching... No one touched them. Maybe Kin, once or twice, but.... Not a mortal. Not one like these. "No one hurts death," He says mildly. His voice almost sounded teasing, so the other wouldn't think he was serious. Then the woodpecker hesitated... have a little fun? he heard that line in one of his fathers Videos. "I could drink."
he raises his hand in an innocent gesture at the jerking "Dont worry.. I didnt damage them or anything..." He thinks thats the reason behind the others reaction. Matsuo can be stubborn to change his point of view at times. "'No one hurts death', eh? Is that your name around here then? How dangerous..." that word is purred, Matsuo moving in closer, an arm wrapping around the other "I know a place nearby where we can get some free drinks.. how about it?"
"People don't touch them." Was his simple excuse for the wing jerkings and the purring made his hair stand up on his neck and arms. They weren't bad prickleys... kind of like the ones he got whenever Diacyn was off being stupid and 'cool'. "My real name is Iamel."
The arm wasn't shrugged off this time, as it wasnt touching his wings, although Iamels face was still red. "...alright."
"really? Thats a shame.." he remarks looking over at the wings again; now that he's been told that, he really wants to touch them again "They're really soft .. I'd love to just bury my face in them." Grinning, he gives the boys shoulder a squeeze "Iameru? Is that what I should call you? It has a nice ring to it... I imagine it would sound even better being cried out in pleasure~" Leading the boy with the arm towards the bar he has in mind.
"Ia.." he pauses a little, ehad tilting to the side. "What's your name? What are you?" Moving with him as he was pulled off, trying to wrap his mind around it. Crying out in... Ooooh. He'd read about this. "So you're trying to get me inebriated so we can have sex."
Ah ha! He had figured it out! He was a good Iamel - he realized what was going on. The squeeze was tolerated and he peered curiously at Matsuo.
"Matsuo.. Im a singer in a band." He assumes thats what the other means by 'what are you' at least. Laughing lightly at the others realisation "inebriated or not, Im hoping thats where the night leads to. Im glad we don't have to beat around the bush to get to that point. Should we just skip the drinks then?"
"I had no plan on getting drunk," He assured the other, hand raising to give Matsuos head a little pat. Fingers shifted and ruffled at the hair. "I don't drink anything but water."
"nothing but water?" Swatting at the patting hand, Matsuo makes a face. he doesn't appreciate being treated like a child, which is what he associates hair patting and ruffling with. "what, are you four? Have you ever even tried anything else?"
Especially since Iamel is a tall-a** kiddlet. XD He frowns at the swatting, pulling back to rub at his swatted hand. "..sorry. I didn't know your head was sensitive." Which is how HE associates with it. XD "No... My siblings drink everything else and I go last so.. water?"
"More like my pride is sensitive..." he retorts as he pushes the other along "So thats the only reason you drink water? You can always try something else... I like cocktails myself. Sweet stuff you can drink just as easily as water..." Pausing before adding "or you can just have water... Im sure they can find some for you at the bar..."
"How is that hurting your pride? You have NICE hair. I usually like bald people." He almost huffed at that, letting himself be ushered. Moving with him with the pads of his converse. "Could I have something not water but not-alcoholic? You don't need it to sleep with me...but something other then water would be nice."
he gives the other a little look "Ruffling hair is something adults do to little kids... which I most certainly am Not." He points out with a sigh, heading into the smoky bar with almost a sigh of relief. "Well how about some coke or something like that? They always have pop at bars for mixes..." He suggests, kinda pleased that he isn't going to have to work in the least for a lay tonight... just continue being his normal charming self...
"Ruffling hair is something I do to people I like." He points right back out. "My best friend is bald. I rub his head a lot." Nodding firmly at that... it sounded worse then he had meant it to. Laughing a little, ducking into the bar. It was smokey... that was good. He liked smoke. Reminded him of Diacyn. ...probably not something he should be thinking of right now, about to have sex with someone else. "Coke? Isn't that a ..oh. The soda. Yes. Coke I can do."
"well you should say that before randomly rubbing people's heads." He says before grinning a little "oh? And which head would that be?" Its matsuo. Of course he'd think like that. Moving to sit down at the bar he ordered himself a jagermeister and red bull.. his favourite combination for what he hopes are long nights... getting the bright coloured youth a cola. "drink up"
"Uhm...his head?" Sounding confused...he's not used to 'slang'. he knows what a p***s is but... the actual description for each piece? Not really. "But I like your hair." Pet/ruffling at it again with a grin, glancing at the soda and taking a sip. Almost sneezing! The bubbles!
Matsuo just shakes his head at the others hopelessness, dropping the shot of jagermeister into the energy drink before downing it in one easy go. He doesnt complain about the ruffling this time though. Just making a little face "you're going to mess up my hair you know..." Not said grouchily.. just.. stating the fact.
"....and sex will just make it messier." He blinks back at him, pausing a little. ...s**t. His hair is going to be down. Iamels hair was long, half-way down his torso. Well...that'll be interesting, now won't it. Sipping at his drink cheerfully. "So Matsuo. Talk about yourself."
"yes but at least then there is a good reason for it" He remarks grin growing again as he waves for a second. "Me? Not much to tell.. I live by myself in a little shithole of an apartment, I sing in a band, my greatness is underappreciated by everyone and Im the god of sex. What about you?"
"I live with my father, his lover and...fourteen? siblings?" He paused, counting briefly on his fingers befre shaking his head, giving a wide, crooked grin. "I'm building my own house contraption and I'm not very great at all."
He raises a brow at that "God.. I could barely stand to live at home with One sibling.. How do you manage fourteen? How the hell are there fourteen siblings in the first place?" Sighing and shaking his head "I bet you barely get any attention at all either... Do you have one sibling who just sucks up all the attention and love and keeps you pushed into the shadows?" He asks as he takes the second drink slower. "House contraption? What do you mean by that?"
"I took care of them, when my father left and his lover couldn't deal with them. Since then, I've become strangely tolerant." Iamel grinned again, teeth flashing. "I used to physically fight with my father if I got no attention. He's since learned." Iamel finishes his soda, pausing. "Well...there's a large backyard. And I have a lot of free time. So I'm building a house, around and on a tree. A house-contraption."
"you mean a treehouse." Matsuo corrects, understanding now.. at least to a certain degree "Your father just walked out? Sounds like a real winner.. At least im not the only one with family issues." Noticing the other is finished his drink he nods towards it "You want another one? Or should we get out of here?"
"A tree house consists of a one bedroom thing built like a twelve year old. I'm talking rooms, electricity, running water and my game room away from the screaming crazyness that are my siblings." His head shakes, laughing a little. "Shiniee had a little b reakdown and left. I was younger, though. Kid-age. Around nine? Ish." A little shrug, lips curling into a grin. "I don't cae. Whichever is good for me...It's good, though."
"Go to a real estate place and ask for a tree house and they'll show you exactly what you're building." He points out. Rawr he likes to be right. Downing the last of his drink he shrugs "well we might as well go then. I probably have more to drink at home if you want anything more." That and he just saw the band enter and he's planning on ignoring them for at least a week. "Its walking distance if you dont mind crossing an unsavoury area..."
"They'll show me something out of that Rascals show.." He shakes his head with a light cluck of his tongue, snorting softly. Iamel pushes himself away from the table top, glancing at him with a little grin. "I don't mind. No one will hurt us." Iamel is a good little fighter
"Rascal's show?" Matsuo questions as he gets up, ignoring katsuji's friendly wave completely as he leads Iamel away and out of the bar. "If you say so..." he doesnt understand why the other seems so self assured but hey who is he to beat it down? Instead he just moves on towards his apartment
"I do say so." He nods, arm moving to wrap around Matsuos waist, dipping down to murmur lightly. "So you're avoiding the boy waving to you, are you?" His voice is amused, moving closer to the door of the club.
Matsuo scowls a little at the other catching that "Im avoiding the whole group.. especially that stupid blonde with them. They're all dead to me." He says firmly, though he's not displeased at all by the arm around his waist, following suit with the other as he walks out with him, hand moving to idly stoke at the wings again without really thinking
"Just making sure." He chuckles quietly, squeezing at his hip with a little hum. Pausing at the stroking and he begins to wriggle like a wrm on a hook, making a quiet noise in the back of his throat. It felt WEIRD, damnit.
The noise makes matsuo stop a moment, looking at the other carefully for a moment. Then stroking lightly again before stopping "are you okay? You're acting like you actually feel this..."
"I do actually feel it." He hisses out, still squirming even after his hand drops, face even more flushed. The hairs on his neck and arms were raised more.. It was a little pleasurable sensation he wans't used to. While not inherantly sexual, it was a comfort the woodpecker had never felt before.
he raises a brow at that.. then decides that maybe its best not to ask questions.... at least not until after he's gotten what he's after <.< It could be intersting either way.. shifting close to the other, leaving barely any air between their bodies he strokes slowly over the wings again raising a brow. "well then.. tell me... does it feel good when i do this then?"
"It feels different." He whines quietly, shoulders rolling. The wings flex and flutter briefly, and Iamels breath hitch. Eyes fluttering a lightly, lips parting.
"Different doesnt answer my question." he insists, hands moving up higher on the wings looking for the source as he strokes pulling away after a moment. "I suppose this could wait until after we get to my apartment..."
"I don't know if it does or not." His breath hitches, moaning quietly before trying to duck away from the other. "Y-Yes... it could wait until then."
"I'll give you a hint kid.." Matsuo lets him duck away... he knows he's got the bright coloured boy where he wants him anyway. "When you moan like that? It means your body likes it... And I promise to have you moaning a whole lot more before the end of the night." His hand moves now to the others lower back, pressing him forward once again.. his place isn't much further. The quality of dwellings is quickly degrading and before long his rather unpicturesque apartment is in view. Moving to the stairs outside the building, he lets his hand drop away from the others back "I'd hold the railing on the way up if I was you... And watch the third step. its sort of rotten through... " starting up again before pausing somewhere near th etop "Watch this step too.. its going too."
"I know what moaning means." That part was said through gritted teeth. Ten precent irritated, the other just...well, just because. Moving with him and when he moes up, the wings spreading, flapping a few times to help him hop ovr the rotted step and the one the other had mentioned. He was doing it unconciously... Silly boy.
I think everyone who is so lucky as to meet Matsuo leaves at least ten percent irritated. Its just part of his charm <.< Matsuo's ahead of the other so he doesn't see the flapping of wings. He just may be a little disturbed by that if he did <.< He can accept that the other can feel the touches but.. actually fly? Yeah thats a bit of a leap for him. Once on the landing he moves down past the first three doors to his own, his key materialising from somewhere in his pants, unlocking the locks easily before hip pressing the door to get it to open the rest of the way. "welcome to my hellhole." The apartment is small and falling apart at the edges. Its basically one room, with a small bathroom off to one side, a small kitchenette.. His bedroom seperated off by some pinned sheets (Nice red ones though.. a lovely splash of colour creating four red walls around the mattress he uses for his bed.) and there is a couch off to one side as well.
Well, Iamel can't really fly...not yet. He's learning how to hover, though. THat's usually what he's doing when his wings are flapping - hovering there, moving just slightly..he learned when Diacyn was still a child that his wings would have to become strnger, first. So he pads after the mortal, peering into his apartment and moving in after him. "What's wrong with it?" His mild voice isn't sarcastic at all... helikes it! >> It's small and cozy - like a nest.
Matsuo shrugs "I like it too. Most people like to pick it apart though. I figure so long as I have a roof over my head and heating that will work every now and then and somewhat running water what more do I need?" Smiling genuinely as he ushers the other in, closing and locking the door behind them before setting off to get his boots off his feet It is a little odd to be bringing someone here who isnt trying to jump him from the get go.. though says he's still interested in sex so matsuo is treading on uncertain grounds.
How cute! He throws Matsuo off balance. That's always fun. Iamel glances at the other getting his shoes off and thus sits down (a little akwardly, being so tall nad hunching over to reach the laces) to unlace and take off his own shoes.
"Well, some people are assholes."
Matsuo laughs at that, nodding his head as he pads out of the entry way in his sock covered feet (red!) towards the kitchenish area "true enough. I couldnt have put it better myself. Now did you want anything more to drink? or should we work on getting comfortable?"
"I'm not thirsty anymore." He shrugs, standing and stretching lightly, still peering around the room. "Getting comfortable?"
"ver ywell.." slipping away from the kitchen area, moving to pull back one of the 'curtains' to the 'bed' before sashaying his way back to the other. "Now tell me.. what would make you more comfortable? The bed? Or the couch? I could go either way..." Arms slowly wrapping around the other as he moves close against him, his hands slowly moving over the tall youth's back
"The couch would hurt my wings, I think." He stares down at the other, face slowly tinging pink. ANyone over the physical age of ten didn't usually get this close to him.. But the hands felt nice, leaning back slowly against them.
Matsuo nods at that, slowly drawing the other over towards teh bed, stepping back slowly. "so tell me.. uke or seme?" He asks as one hand moves up over the others wings to stroke slowly, hips pressing closer against the other before he lets himself fall back against the mattress, waiting for the other to do the same.
"I have no goddamn clue what those words mean." He blinked a littleface going red again at the hip-pressing and the moving and...damnit, he just sat down. Face flaming and rubbing at his cheeks.
"Come here..." He instructs the other, patting the mattress "and tell me.. do you want to ******** me? Or do you want me to ******** you?" he asks as he takes the liberty to peel off the leather vest he had been wearing, tossing it out of the way leaving himself clas just in his pants now
He sits on the matress, sighing a little and..pausing. Then his lanky shoulders shrug, twisting a little to pet at his chest. He liked it...they were pretty. He was pretty? Soft. Yes. Good things. "Uhm... you know what you're doing so.. you ******** me?"
"very well.. " He says simply, shifting his chest up a little closer to that petting hand. "So why don't you strip out of that shirt of yours so I don't damage those pretty wings.." He suggests as his hand moves over the others side, then inwards, falling between his legs, squeezing before rubbing slowly
His arms go back to undo the pins he had through his shirt, removing them with a hum. The stuff around his wings fell apart and he pulled his shirt up, over his head, before putting it in a rather near pile on the floor. He makes a quiet noise at the squeezing, leg moving closer to him. "They're tough."
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 12:40 pm
[Aftermath journal entry]
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 12:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 12:45 pm
[Winter Masque Thingamabob]
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The Nozomi rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 12:48 pm
Noises, people talking. Some were laughing; conversing with one another ni a happy manner. The party was behind him, his father left to his own devices, his friends back there. No one had reacted like they had heard.
Not that he had seen, anyway. So if they didn't hear, they didn' know. Maybe. Shanuh had heard. He knew Shanuh had heard. The shopkeeper had swiveled his head like a bird of prey latched onto it's newest supper and the Bird could feel his former caretakers eyes burning into himself, his father and the candy cane named Matsuo that upset him.
He might not tell others but Shanuh knew. Thatt was bad enough, really. Iamel didn't want to be labeled as "The Bird Who Had Sex" and if Shanuh heard Diacyn, who had no one to talk to at the time and wasn't absored in something else, like Xaxis and Savius, definately could have heard.
Diacyn could know. That little ******** human candy cane made Diacyn KNOW.
That, alone, was enough to piss the Woodpecker off enough to throttle someone. Matsuo hadn't known how close he had come to death just a few moments past, when it was him and Iamel against the wall and the Gaurdian of Deaths hand hovered so close.
He could've killed him.
He wanted to.
Why hadn't he? Through his raging mind, that little question snuck past. It was a little drop of cold water on a bonfire and did nothing but make him rage even more. Iamel was cold, now, and alone outside. His outfit, which had provided almost too much heat inside of the Ball room, was little defense to the outside cold. Velvet, it seemed, was not akin to a warm scarf.
Or a warm body.
But Diacyn wasn't here right now and Iamel growled at even letting himself think such stupid things. No no no. He'd told himself a million times and, once more, he reminded himself. Thrusting his hands into the small pockets, the woodpecker spoke softly to himself, a quiet mantra no one knew.
"Nothing is going to happen, so stop thinking about it. He doesn't know and he doesn't feel the same. Nothin is going to happen, so stop thinking about it." He murmured, over and over again. It did nothing to stop his anger - it just added fuel, really - but it kept the thoughts of Diacyn, naked and keeping the cold away, from his head.
The town was desolate and it was very brisk outside. A wind blew, harsh and against him, bitter as anything could possibly be. Strong gusts of wind blew through him with little effort but still he moved on. The high boots continued to crunch on the ground, driving the Bird foreward.
Iamel almost didn't hear the people yelling at him, the jeers and the catcalls. They only broke through his little cloud of misery when he felt someone shove at him. It was cold and round - a pipe. He stumbled just a bit to the side, head jerking to look at the boy who had been taunting him.
He was older then Iamel appeared to be, with red hair, frazzled every which way. Freckles decorated his face in splotches and that twisted smile on his face didn't help. The boy had on a bulky sweater, thick jeans and a pipe. The last artical was being tapped against the meat of his palm in a threatening manner.
This little wolf had decided to be the Alpha Male. Tsk.
"Hey! f**! We SAID, what'choo doin' on our s**t, huh?" His words were cruel, pointed and aimed straight at the Gaurdian. Iamel just hunched his shoulders, a frown twisted on his lips. When the winged man remained silent, the attacker frowned, shoving the cold end of the pipe against his chest. "********' fairy, answer me!"
The crowd around them - he was surrounded? - tittered in amusement. Four or five guys, all in different directions, dressed like the young wolf trying to bristle and front to his Pack.
"Let me alone." Iamels words were slow, cold, his eyes flaming a dangerous red. The anger from the party had yet to subside...this one was as close to death as Matsuo had been. But Matsuo had apologized. This one was getting hostile. "I don't have time for phony wolves."
Red-head bared his teeth automatically in a gesture that even likened him more to his furred brethren. His arms moved, lifting the pipe up and two the side, swftly attempting to bash the Gaurdian of Explosions over the skull with it. Iamels hand jerked up, grabbing the boys wrist and twitching his hand, flexing to bring the wrist back with a sharp twist.
His other hand clenched into a fist, shoulder thrusting to bring that freed hand directly into the boys face. His nose, rather. Nasal cavity and his wrist cracked and broke at the same time. The only difference was that his nose started to bleed. Blood shot out from the broken nose, splattering some on Iamel before residing into a thudding red river down his face. The boy yowled as his cohorts stared in silence.
"I said I don't have time!" His temper was starting to show, voice wasping and harsh. Both hands shoved the boy back, leaving him stumbling as Iamel just had just a few moments ago except this time he was bleeding all over the dirty slush of snow. The human barely got a glance from the Bird, eyes still glowing angrily as he pushed past one of the boys to head back on his way.
There was a moment of silence as Iamel was leaving that he heard the click of a lighter. Lighters were a source of reflex to the Bird now and he twisted jut in time to see the boy holding a can of hairspray and his friend holding a lighter for him. Apparently, the blood only taught them so much.
"We were jus' gonna mug you," Blood-face rasped, his eyes on Iamel. The rest of the little gang started edging close as well, keeping the Bird from coming too close. "But now we're gonna kill you."
The lighter clicked open again and the boy pressed the button. In the split second before that little ball of flame flew at him, Iamels anger came to a head. Diacyn. Lack of Diacyn. Diacyn knowing. His FATHER knowing. Everyone knowing. No one understanding. Moving. These assholes sneering at him. Shanuh knowing. Shiniee being alone. Miserable. Iamel being alone, forever. Miserable.
All of it boiled up to one little person, a scape goat, the human boy, and it exploded through the youth. "Shut UP!" The last word was a scream, ripped from his heart and resounding through the allyway. The hairspray created fire exploded back on the boy, literally.
Iamels temper was loose, exploding in all directions as the teen shrieked wordlessly. His hands jerked, twisting at his sides as his eyes squeezed shut. The boys were screaming but the redhead was shrieking and he was flailing from the sound of it. Music to the Birds ears.
"Shut up shut up shut up!" He continued, hands moving up to cover his ears, falling to his knees with a shriek. More screaming continued until the boys fell silent, save for soft moaning. Iamel was crying, thick tears streaming down his cheeks, hands still pressed against his ears. His chest was racked with harsh sobs and his forehead moved to press against the ground in a perverted kow-tow.
The children weren't dead but they smelled it. Most of the boys had run off and escaped the minute they had seen that fireball, escaping just barely licked by the flame. Only the one boy had gotten severely burnt (although Iamel would suspect a few had crawled off, burned as well) and that was the redheaded boy.
His hair wasn't red now. His scalp was boiled and blistered by the explosions that had ripped through the ally, face disfigured as he gasped and moaned for air and release. His clothing had fried off, leaving him mostly naked, twisted and black, under his flesh. Human jerky. The pipe that he had in his hand at one point was in a molten puddle next to him, seering what little flesh he had left. Formerly redhead wasn't dead yet... but chances weren't good if you looked like a character out of 'Seven'.
Iamel finally pulled himself back, rubbing the tears from his face. Soot was all over him, smudging his cheeks and his eyes and it made him look like a rather bad emo child or a racoon. He ignored it. The boy pushed himself to his feet, velvet outfit dark and ruined, and looked at the twisted piece of human jerky with nothing less then smothered disdain. What a way to vent, really. A good way to vent.
"I told you," He said, voice wavering a bit. Despite his tone, despite his words, the Bird was shaken. "I have no time for fake little wolves."
He stumbled back from the alley and back onto the street. He was drained and his head was starting to pound. Headache headache headache.
What a way to vent.
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