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 Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 1:43 pm
The science geek gell silent at her little philosophy, actually contemplating it for a short, quiet moment. His head craned to stare out the window at them, watching the two boys fight and throw snow like...
Normal kids.
"...maybe.." His voice was soft, head tilting out the window at them. "Or maybe they're just birds who wanted to be human? I don't know about Diacyn but... Iamel likes to know everything. He likes to experiance everything and he wants to see every color and taste everything and do everything he can possibly get his grimy little s**t kid hands on."
A low snort, dark eyes sliding back towards the female, a smile curling on those pierced, colorful lips. "Or maybe they're just a long-hidden species we were too stupid to notice until now and those angel myths were just a bastardization of the truth. Like mermaids."
"Crab cakes? We can have crabs?" He grinned and shook out his hair before pushing the bright, feathery locks from his eyes. "I think I'd like crabs. Like smushing their shells or something."
Another grin and Iamel moved foreward curiously, head tilting to the side - a habit brought on by his past as a bird and not something he'd be getting rid of anytime soon. "C'n I touch them? Mine are thin and get cold easily. 'S why they're hidden."
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 9:06 am
"Diacyn just wants to eat everything," Taylor snorted. "I dunno." She, too, turned to watch the boys jumping and running in the snow. Darn it, they were bitchy and angry and just plain wierd but they still managed to be... cute.
Maybe that was some kind of defense mechanisim to keep them alive. Bambi eyes could probably foil most would-be assasins.
"I think you're right. About the angels, that is," she said after a minute. "People did manage to turn manatees into mermaids, and this seems a heck of a lot easier to pull off. Art needs some kind of inspiration, and we've just though that people were making it up."
Another glance out the window and a smirk at their antics. "Although I don't know where they got the idea that these little buggers were the 'Messengers of God.' More like Satan's little helpers."
Diacyn had never had a crab rangoon or seen a crab... he just knew the food existed and 'rangoon' was fun to say. "They've got shells? And we can smush 'em? That sounds fun!"
But his cheerfull attitude suddenly changed when Iamel suggested something just... wrong. "No, you can't touch them!" he snapped, leaping backwards a couple feet and closing his wings protectively behind his back.
How dare the woodpecker suggest something like that? He'd spazzed out when Taylor had touched his wings. Where did he get off thinking he didn't have to follow the same rules she did?
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 12:24 am
They were boys - boys were like that when they're young. Restless and angry and snarky to the world but when they were allowed to relax...everything was okay and they got cute.
Not often, but it had been known to happen.
"Well..maybe that's how the 'Fallen Angels' got started," He mused, hand raising to tap gently at his chin, chewing at his pierced lower lip contemplatively. "I mean..I've seen some cute kids in Shanuhs store and Iamel said once that not all of them acted like him. Maybe the 'good' winged brats are the angels written about and the 'bad' ones - like our podlings - are the Fallen Angels, like Lucifer."
A pause, his dark eyes narrowed. That actually made sense, in a twisted, ******** up way. "...maybe we're dealing with some ******** up biblical lore here. Maybe Diacyn is Satan."
Patrick snickered, casting a glance at her direction. "D'ya think it'd fit? Satan and Diacyn?"
"We can smush them," Iamel agreed with a little grin, one covered hand rising to run through his sloppy, feathered hair. Diacyns jumping back and angry retort wasn't met with shock or upset ness...
He had just been curious. "I wasn't going to," He huffed, "You're bigger and stronger then me and a raptor. I like pretty things. Your wings are pretty. So I asked to touch them. You said no. So I won't."
Iamel flopped himself down into the snow with closed eyes, gathering a handful of snow and tightening it slightly. "If I ever touch your wings without permission, you can tear off both of mine and even eat them if you want. ...or I can get you a kitten to eat. Whichever."
That was Iamels reasoning - he was curious. He wanted to. He asked and was denied thus...no touchy. Taylor..had not touched. And didn't know him. And reached down his shirt. But she hadn't known the rules - Iamel did, deep in the back of his mind.
"Wanna go find some crabs?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 12:35 pm
"Fallen angels? Now you're just getting wierd. Though I wouldn't put it past Diacyn to be Satan, or Lucifer, or Ultimate Evil Dude or whatever the hell it is. I never read the damn Bible." Taylor winced as Patrick gnawed at his pierced-up lip... wouldn't that hurt?
"But who are we to say who's good and who's evil? And what if they're actually good and going to weed out the unworthy from the planet by... oh, I don't know, throwing frozen rabbit guts at them. I think I'm thinking this over too much." She rubbed at her eyes, groaning slightly. "If my little b*****d would let me do some tests... or just ask him some questions and get an answer without snarky swearwords involved...."
Ah, good. Iamel knew the rules, and- Pretty? What? Nobody called Diacyn pretty. He was an owl, damn it! He was fierce and vicious and deadly, but certainly not pretty.
He was strangely flattered, though. And Iamel was being nice about it... he'd only been curious, after all. And now he was going to keep his little hands off. Diacyn really couldn't be mad. He was trying, but he couldn't.
FWHAP!
Iamel did get his chance to feel the owl's wings, because Diacyn had flapped them right into Iamel's tricolored head. Laughing, he bounced around for a minute before landing and facing the presumably startled Iamel.
"Okay, deal. If you ever grab ahold of my wings and I don't say it's okay, I tear off yours and feed them to a kitten and then.... eat the kitten. Where do we find crabs?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 1:15 pm
"Who knows?" He agreed, grinning and reaching over to tug at her hair, glancing back out the window. "They ARE damn cute and I'm sure Iamel won't try to hurt you if you asked him some question. He's a very vain birdie and he likes attention being paid to him."
A smile quirked on his lips, leaning a bit on the windowsil. "Where'd he learn the swear words, anyway? You don't seem like the type to b***h about and swear every ten seconds. Hell, I do that and Iamel hardly ever swears."
Iamel just found raptors pretty. While they were all supposed to kill, one day, the meat-eaters have been doing it their entire 'lives'. He ate bugs and such, but the raptors, such as Diacyn and the kestrel he knew was to come, had been killing since they were chicks.
It was an odd prettyness and he knew it. Didn't stop him from saying so, though, grinning a little bit, waiting for Diacyn to respond with violence or a grunt or something to indicate he hear--
FWHAP!
"GYAH!" He was, indeed, startled. Squeaking and flopping back even more against the snow, floundering in that moment while Diacyn bounced. Iamel huffed up at him, sticking out his tongue for a second. "...I...the beach? I saw pictures of crabs at the beach. Or at resteraunts."
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 10:03 am
"You haven't seen me when I have ten papers due and the computer decides to take a vacation in blue-screen-of-death land. That's where he learned most of 'em." Taylor grimaced at the memory of that particular evening. "I think he was taking notes."
She bristled a little when Patrick tugged her hair- not that she was offended or anything, she just wasn't used to people. She shook her head a little to dislodge his fingers and went back to staring out the window at the birdlets.
"Um, I think this is one of those times where I'm going to swear a lot. What the ******** hell is he doing?
"Beach?" Diacyn was still laughing and found it a little hard to speak. "I don't know where that is. But I know where we can get to a restaurant. Come on!"
Still bouncing, he adjusted his sandals to get some snow out of them before taking off across the snowy lawn and (this is where Taylor's swearing came in) the street.
He hadn't bothered to stop, look, listen, or follow any of the other rules for street-crossing, but somehow he lucked out and made it safely to the other side. "Restaurant's this way!" he said, pointing and waiting for Iamel to join him.
They were questing for crabs!!
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 10:18 am
"..I..I don't know." His voice was low and held a pitch somewhere between astonished and pissed, eyes wide behind his glasses. "I--where CAN they possibly go? They're kids and one has wings showing and, JESUS CHRIST, IAMEL! That's a crowded ******** street!"
Patrick was sqwuaking like an old lady now, throwing a glance over his shoulder, "Akuti, stay put!" Before moving to the door quickly, hoping to grab the wayward birdies before they happened to be run down by some not-paying-attention-to-the-psycho-kids driver.
"Eep!" Iamel had wrestled himself up and was staring at the other as he darted off past the street, with streamin cars full of screaming people and flying middle fingers.
He wasn't sure what teh middle finger meant, but it probably wasn't nice. Still, if Diacyn could do it - so could he! That's how he started running, anyway, but when a car almost hit him, the boy shrieked and... jumped. Like one of those action movies, he somehow gathered it up to jump and actually hit the top of the guys car before rolling off.
Thank god for thick clothes.
"...I don't like cars," He huffed quietly, crawling over to meet Diacyn and using the other for a hold as he hauled himself back up to his feet, "They don't feel nice to land on."
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 2:24 pm
Taylor was only a few feet behind Patrick, jamming her hat over her hair and swearing rapidly under her breath. This was NOT happening. Little hyperactive birdthings with their wings showing were NOT supposed to be running in front of cars like suicidal deer.
"Diacyn!" she shouted loudly as her boots hit the snow. "Stay put! Don't do anything stupid!"
Well, anything more stupid.
"Holy flying s**t, that was awesome! The shaking Iamel was met with enthusiastic high-fives from Diacyn and an actual hug, and then all kinds of dancing and tossing snow randomly into the air. "You jumped on his car! That was so cool! I wish I could do that!"
Iamel had actually out-cooled Diacyn, and Diacyn was in fits of glee about it.
"Forget crabs, we could just spend the day jumping on cars!" The boy had little to no concept of danger and his ideas of death only applied to other people, not to himself. In his mind he could spend all day jumping on cars and escape without a scratch.
Then his plan hit a wrinkle. Taylor? Coming out to yell at them more?
Diacyn middle-fingered her and darted off into the snow. Fortunately, away from the cars.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 2:58 pm
"Goddamnit, Iamel!" His voice was a high pitched shriek as he pushed his way past the stopped and beeping cars, trying to find and grab his recluse of a son. "DAMNIT! STOP!"
Iamel, unfortunetly, had given into peer pressure. When Diacyn had flicked off his caretaker (the same gesture the humans gave him!) and ran off...Iamel had two choices. To let Patrick catch him or to run off with ******** that!
Iamel cast his keeper on look before squeaking and racing off after Diacyn, as mch as his legs would carry him> "AIIIIIIE!!!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 12:56 pm
Taylor didn't waste her breath yelling... Diacyn hadn't listened the first time and he wasn't going to listen now. She followed Patrick across the now-tangled mess of furious drivers and into the much calmer field of snow where the two boys were making there way... somewhere.
She couldn't yell at them, so she would have to outrun them. Not a very likely possiblity.
"Keep up, woodpecker!" Diacyn shouted. He was running as fast as he could and getting falling snow up his nose and having the most. fun. ever. "We're going to find crabs and stuff and live in the snow forever!"
That prospect probably wasn't that exciting for Iamel, but Diacyn thought it would rule. Iamel could just... shovel off a dry spot or something.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 1:06 pm
Unfortunetly...Iamel can't run that fast this lovely day, due to the thick outfit Patrick had made him bundle up in before he left t he cold. Floofy pants, sweaters, all of it weighed the poor boy down. So while he was being urged on by the other, scrambling to keep up...that's when he was slowing down.
"Gah!" He squeaked, hopping over an exposed root, nearly falling - and that's when he was dive-tackled from behind by his Shiniee
Patrick cackled in triumph as he felt the small boy fall to the ground, arms wrapped tightly around Iamel as the child ate snow. "You little ******** s**t! You can't go jumping CARS!"
His voice was harsh, sitting back on his heels and wrenching Iamel up so the boy could drag in a hard breath of air. "HUH?! What was that BULLSHIT, Iamel?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 9:39 am
Diacyn had run several feet beyond Iamel's accident before he realized that he was all alone and Iamel had been-
CAPTURED BY THE ENEMY!!!
LEAVE NO MAN BEHIND!
Diacyn skidded to a stop and promptly started packing snowballs as fast as his fingers could manage. When he had an armful he turned and dashed back towards the two humans and his captured friend. They were going to pay.
"RAAAAARGH!" Snowballs filled the air like rain, but at a much higher velocity.
"You got him!" Taylor shouted. "What the heck were you doing, Iamel?" Then she had to stop talking because her mouth was full of snowball and Diacyn had tackled her knees.
"Gah... wha... get him off me!" She struggled and wiggled and managed to finally get on top of Diacyn and hold him down (though she ate several more snowballs in the process). Being taller had some advantages.
"You cannot stop our quest for crabs, heathen!"
"....what the hell?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 11:25 pm
"Save yourself!" Iamel cried, but he'd had a mouthful of snow and it had been too late. Diacyn had been captured, dragged down by the other human.
He squealed, wriggling under his Shiniees tight grip on his head, the dark fingers somehow able to keep a tight enough grip on those feathery, multi-colored locks to keep his head in place. "We were gonna find crabs and smoosh them! At resteraunts! Lemme go lemme go it hurts, SHINIEEEEE!"
The woodpeckers voice was shrill and a squeak, still wriggling madly, trying to twist and push away. Patrick just grinned and wrapped his arms around the whole of his 'sons' body, dragging him back with a soft pant.
"I think this is enough for one day." His voice was a soft growl, one hand still in Iamels hair, tight and twisting, the other holding the child firm against his chest. Iamel struggled but..he was just a child. He couldn't get free from a grown mans grip. "You're too wired up. If you don't both stop this nonsense RIGHT NOW, you will never see each other ever again. I'll lock you both up myself."
THAT shut Iamel up. He fell silent, eyes wide on his shiniee.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 2:33 pm
".....eep." And then Diacyn was silent too. Total injustice! He HAD to see Iamel again so they could conquer the world!
"I'm being quiet," he said with sudden uncharactaristic meekness. It wasn't total meekness... he was still secretively forming snowballs with what he could reach from his current position (flat on his stomach with Taylor straddling his back- she even had one of his wings pinned! She would pay for that.)
"I want to see Iamel again. He's cool and nice. So I'll be quiet."
He couldn't be quiet for very long, because Taylor had questions and she was going to drag them out of him. "What is this about crabs? You wanted to go to Red Lobster or something? How many drugs are you on?"
He had gone awfully docile, and that was nice. Iamel too. Patrick had a way with these kids. "Nice job there."
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 5:14 pm
"Good boy," He growled in response to Diacyns declaration of being good, glaring down at his own son and back to the bald one. "So we're going to let you up - slowly - but if you run away again, I will pluck your wings, barbaque them and then you'll never see each other again. Relax."
Slowly, the dark man moved back onto his heels, slowly releasing his grip on his son, eyes narrowed. "Thank you, Taylor. Now answer, you little shits. Where were you running? Crabs?"
Iamel groaned softly, pushing himself up out of the snow and twisting slightly to face his Shiniee. "We wanted to find some crabs and smush them!" His voice was just al ight protest, frowning andhand moving up to rub his head.
"What's Red Lobster? Do we get to smush things there? Can we go smush things there?"
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