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 Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 12:30 am
{ B R E I F } Niveus A sigh escaped the pale grey maw, as the winged Kitsusagi slowly flew through the air. Where had his brother gone off to? It wasn't often that the two were together. They were the closest of siblings after all. Twins. And yet here he was, all by himself. He hated being alone. As much as he hated the mass amount of silence that surounded him. Oh bother.
His ears drooped, as he eyed the ground, his duel coloured eyes shifting about looking for any sign of his brother. This was the last time he was falling asleep, who knew where Pullus had gone off to and what kind of trouble he was causing. Even who he was torturing. He needed to lern to keep a better eye on his older brother. Even if Pullus wasn't that much older then he.
Niveus sighed again, flicking his tails gently behind him, as he soon landed upon the snow covered ground before the HQ's doors. Perhaps he had gone inside. The elder of the twins wasn't fond of snow after all. With a nod the snowy male pushed his way in though the doors, gently padding into the HQ. Chairouzu Wooooooooooooow this place is big!
Chairouzu thought to herself, exploring the insides of the HQ. This was the first time she had been here. She did know a few kitsu that lived here but had never ventured away from the currently snowy mountains until now.
As her paws padded against the ground her tails waved back and forth as she moved along curious about. Her thoughts instantly wondered if she would see anyone that she knew here. She thought it unlikely since she only knew one that lived in the HQ.
It was only one right?
Her head began spinning before she moved into a trot. A smile upon her maw as he mind clicked through all of the kitsusagi that she had already met. ... Pages 4338 - 4339 ...
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 12:45 am
{ P A S S I O N . F R U I T } Absynith It had been far to long. Absy's grey fur was almost melded with her mates. Her ears pressed to his chest as she lounged under one of his giant paws, her own tiny paws stretched out over his other. She was completely content and comfortable. A full stomach, her mate and a quiet day was all she disired and she had all three. " Thank you for going with me dementor" She said happily nuzzling once more under his muzzle, before nipping and grooming his neck. Dementor Dementor smiled, it was always a good day if he was able to be with his mate. Long fluffy tails gently flicked behind him, ears relaxed gently against his dark horns. "You..'re..wel..come." came the Nightmare's raspy rattling voice. The male chuckled lightly, gently licking her forehead. Nothing could ruin this moment, nothing at all.
"OHMYGOSH! OHMYGOSH!" came a sudden cry from a tiny little cloaked creature, which seemed to be running in circles. Fledge seemed to be in quite a panic, but then again that was rather normal for the little guardian. Especially since the household had grown. The little creature continued his circling, as he flailed about his stubby little arms, quite soon stoping. It was as though Dementor was glaring at him, well if he could glare that is. With a wary smile he opened his mouth, "Do you have a cookie?"
Fledge...The breaker of quiet moments. Absynith Absy admittedly startled at the annoying gaurdian. However as a normal kitsu she COULD glare. And she was. If fledge could die he would have died and been buried from her glare. " No fledge. Go find someone else to torment. " she said tempted to kick the gaurdian into another room. She sighed putting her ears back on her mates chest nuzzling in comfortably. Though a stampeed of terrified kitsu running past made her open her eyes" This has to be attack of the insane kitsusagi and gaurdian day. " she groaned wanting nothing more than to be near her mate. Totally unware it as her daughter in the other room.
Absynith lifted her head slowly hearing the word mom and dad. Her eyes focused to gaze at the form of her daughter with some other kitsu. She glanced at the nightmare beside her trying to tell if he was asleep or not and if she should disturb him if he was. Dementor Fledge frowned, his long pointed ears drooping. Ah that glare, clearly he had interupted something. Oh well! Wasn't important. Folding his arms he huffed. Torment, he didn't torment people or at least he wasn't aware of it if he did. "Fine!" he pouted, marching off to find some cookies.
The Nightmare's ears raised, the sound of the stampeeding Kitsu brushing past. What was that all about? "Hmm..mm..?" Well things had certainly become rather loud. No matter, such simple things weren't going to ruin the day. Gently he rested his head against Absynith's. Absynith Absynith paused looking at the male kitsu who stormed out. " Dementor...i think nessa has a boyfriend. " she said as she laid her head down against the nightmare. " well be grandparents soon.." she said almost with a groan nuzzling against him. Dementor Oh how he would have blinked if he could. First Nessa's voice then Absy uttering something about a boyfriend and grandparents. That certainly wasn't expected, but it had to happen sooner or later. A light rattling laugh erupted from the male's throat. "Grand..pa..rents.." he smiled, "Was..bo..und to..happ..en soon..er or..la..ter." though he wouldn't have minded if the two of them becoming grandparents wasn't for a long while. Absynith She sighed then laughed. " Yes. I was hoping we would find a way to be parents one more time. " she teased him starting to groom his muzzle. " If shes happy thats what counts. " Dementor A smirk found its way to the nightmare's maw. Parents another time, heh that was something he actually wouldn't mind himself, but that wasn't possible at least not that he was aware of. Dementor gave a nod, "In..deed.." he spoke, wrapping his tails around his mate. Absynith She smiled settling into his tails curling her own around his. " Maybe well find a way somehow.." she said laying her head down into the soft tails of her mate. " Ive heard rumors of ways. " Dementor Dementor arched a brow, there were ways for something like that? His scab covered ears flicked, was such a thing even possible? He wouldn't doubt it. He hadn't heard any of those rumors himself, but if there was a way then they'd find it. "I'm su..re we..will.." he smiled. Absynith Absynith smiled. " Imagine more little eggs for us to take care of. " she sighed happily at the thought. the desire to have more kits overwhelmed her at time. Though if the rumors of that fruit were true shed find one. " the others turned out so much like you. " she said proudly grooming his ear. " So handsom. " Dementor More eggs would definatly keep them occupied, and caring for offspring was rather relaxing...At times. The rumors were woth looking into, if they could have more kits. He licked her snout, "I'm..qu..ite sure..that th..ey are..just..as bea..utiful..as thei..r moth..er as..well.." Absynith She flushed bright red. " Oh no they take after you. " she assured him with a laugh resting her forhead against her mate. " Though i wish i could see them more than i do. I see santiago often. but the others not so much..." she nuzzled against him. " ive heard of this fruit, a passion fruit. It allows those kitsu who cant have anymore children, have a chance again" -insert magical thing here- (*cough*)
*drops a sparkly red fruit in front of Absy and Dem* =3 Absynith OW! absy squealed as someone pelted her with a red shiney fruit. She was annoyed then it hit her.. " dementor!!! the fruit!!!" she squealed looking at the halved peices. Apparently the rumors were true. Dementor The male nodded, he saw Eir'Vidar quite often, though his other children not so much. It would certainly be nice to see, so to speak, the others a little more. He canted his head to the side, as Absy spoke of a fruit. So it was something one ate that allowed for more kids, was it? How hard could it be to find such a fruit, couldn't be to hard.
It was then that Absy let out an 'ow' as something hit her. The nightmare would have growled about it, had the female not said what she had next. It was the fruit! Dementor pressed his nose up against a piece, his ears rotating back. He didn't expect it to be that easy to find. Absynith she stared at the fruit all the while rubbing the bump on her head. " well that was easy enough..though i wish it hadnt hit me. " she grumbled softly. There were two shimmery halves. And she shoved one twords dementor. " Here you eat one slice. " she said nuzzling her mate. Oh if this worked she would be able to have more children. ...her father was going to wet himself with this news. She just knew it. Dementor Dementor gently picked up the piece that was pushed to him, soon swallowing the thing whole. He wasn't used to chewing, let along eating actual solids. It was normally souls, souls and more souls, which lacked all forms of taste (except the few tangy ones). The male licked his chops, not exactly the best tasting thing he had eaten in his life, but it was only really the first thing he had eaten, exculding the many souls of course. He couldn't help but wonder about the rather odd taste. "Not..bad.." he grined, nuzzling Absy. Absynith Absynith sniffed the fruit taking dainty bites. Her mouth was not even CLOSE to dementors size. But after a few bites she had finished the fruit. She paused taking in the taste. " ...i like cows better " she announced with a giggle nuzzling against her mate. " To think. More eggs!" it was obvious she was excited. She remembered the day she told dementor he was going to be a father like it was yesterday. She couldnt wait to make him a father yet again. Dementor He let out a raspy laugh, licking the top of his mate's head. More eggs, it would be nice to have an egg to look after again, it had been quite some time since he had needed looked after anything. His tails swayed gently, he enjoyed being a father. Absynith " You realize my dear mate" she said with a smile laying her head back against his chest. " That my father is going to wet himself with this news. " she started laughing imagining the blank look on her fathers face. Dementor Ah yes, the first time they had eggs, her father's reaction had been...Interesting. That was probably due to the fact the he was a Dementor, but he had never really thought much of the matter. All the nightmare manged was a laugh. Absynith She laughed with him and snuggled in laying her head on his heavy paws and snuggling against the warm cloak he wore. " Im so glad i found you dementor. " Dementor "As..am..I." he smiled, resting his head atop hers. ... Pages 4425 - 4444 ...
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 12:51 am
{ S M O K I N G } Luis It took some incredible skill to light a cigarette with his paws, but somehow, he'd managed it. The Spaniard hummed good naturally to himself, a fine trickle of smoke floating up past his muzzle and eyes, curling into the sky without a care in the world. This Mountain place--it wasn't so bad at all. Nice and quiet--without any monsters or freaks tearing around every corner.
The kitsu tossed his head lightly, dark, soft strands of hair falling limply across one eye, his similarly colored tails swishing as he silently made his way back to the river that he'd come across on his very first day here. This time, however, there was no drunken pirate bloke stumbling around: the quiet, soothing sound of the water rushing over smooth, slick rocks was enough to make Luis settle down on his haunches, content to sit and do nothing for a while.
He exhaled wordlessly, another cloud of smoke billowing up to the heavens above. Peace and quiet was nice sometimes--but Luis found that he was slowly growing bored. Oh, sure, he might be a good for nothing ladies' man, but that didn't mean he had to be a slug! ...And he hadn't even found the women yet. "Some luck." Luis mused aloud to himself, tails curling around his body as he finally contented himself by doing his best to enjoy the silence. Grim Reaper Within the shadows the creature waited, tails coiling around a large weapon of sorts. Its head was low, blue eyes gleeming from within the darkness. The sounds of old bones cracking soon echoed though the air, as the creature took a step forward, a grin curling supon his hidden boney jaw. The sound of metal swinging though the air and then coliding with something, rang through its maggot covered ears as it threw it's head up. "WAHAHAHAHA!" came the creature's booming laugh.
A pause.
Grim blinked, why exactly had that been exciting? Decapitating rabbits when it was their time to leave the living realm, well...That wasn't exactly the most thrilling thing, not when you reaped souls for a living anyways. The skeleton grunted, one of his three boney tails unwravling from the handle of his scythe and poking into his robes. Slowly the skeletal tail pulled out a rather old and odd looking pipe, which was quickly placed in the Reaper's jaws.
Gently he made his way about, decaying ears pined back, as the maggots that resided upon them were at their usual 'partying' business. As almost by magic, the pipe was lighted, smoke soon rising from the skeleton's nostrils and eye sockets. The glowing blue orbs that floated about in the Reaper's skull were soon masked by the smoke, as he paused spoting something in the distance. His tails rattled, as the male arched a brow. More smoke. Not from his pipe however, no it was coming from something else. Someone else.
Slowly he made his way towards it, rather curious as to what it was coming from. When he reached the source, he chuckled silently to himself. "'moking's bad for you." he uttered from the corner of his maw, his pipe being clutched rather tightly on the other side. Luis Deep laughter rolled throughout the still air, deafening the sound of the river for a moment before it faded away. Luis lifted his brows with surprise, wondering faintly if he'd finally found one of those loons that Sparrow had been talking about. They were supposed to keep to themselves, right...? After a moment, Sera shook his head, his concern fading away. Whoever it was, it wasn't his problem. Nothing wrong with laughing anyway, eh? Maybe he was just being paranoid.
Well, until the cloaked dead thing sidled right up next to him.
Luis made a strangled choking sound, nearly losing his cigarette (but managing to snap at it desperately with his teeth) as he leapt to his feet and practically plowed onto his face in panic. "Mi dios," The kitsu managed to say harshly, his limbs held stiffly as he did his best to quell his shaking. Las Plagas? Here? How many had they infected already? But then the thing...advised him on his health? "Yeah?" Luis rasped a little, too wary to sit down again for the moment, but relaxing a hair when the other didn't spew Spanish at him. "That's probably why it's so addicting, eh?"
The kitsusagi swallowed hard for a moment, his heart thumping a little in his chest from the rush of adrenaline. "Hey," He started uncertainly, peering at the unnatural blue gleam of the skull-faced kitsu's eyes. Plagas had red eyes...but what in the name of hell was he, huh? ...Well. He hadn't tried to take anything sharp to his head yet, but Luis wasn't so sure. "You been eating properly? You don't look so good." Damn right he didn't look good--this guy was a walking skeleton. The Spaniard paced a little, his eyes narrowed as he continued to take the rotting corpse in. "...No worms in your head or anything, si?" Grim Reaper A single tail rose, wrapping itself around the pipe and removing it from the Reaper's maw, bones cracking as it did so. The smoke soon subsided from Grim's skull, as he grined looking to Spaniard before him. What a strange fellow, and smoking addicting? Perhaps. He had stoped smoking for years, then started back again. For the skeleton it was more of when he felt like it, a tad different then an actual addiction. That and he liked the smoke, and it certainly couldn't hurt him. Being dead and all.
His tails that remained clutching his scythe relaxed, gently placing the weapon upon the ground as the male sat upon his haunches. "Perhaps so." he uttered, before soon canting his skull to the side. Eating properly. He didn't even eat, well unless he felt like it...Ok so maybe he did eat, but it was only because mortal food was so tasty, especially those hamburgers. The oils, juices and fats, now that Grim could call an addiction. Greasy foods he had grown rather..Attached to. And it was certainly a good thing that he was a skeleton, or he clearly would have been a rather plump fellow.
"Yes, I have." the Reaper responded, flicking his decaying ears forward, a chubby maggot toppling off and onto the ground. "'fraid, the only bugs on me happen to be on my ears." Death snickered, worms in his head. What a thought. He lifted a paw, his sleeve rolling back just enough to show Death's bones. "You seem a tad..How should I put it," a boney claw tapped against his chin, "Nevous." Luis Whatever it was, it was impossible to deny the fact that it was practically rotting where it stood. Or. Had rotted--only those poor, mangy ears seemed to have any flesh on them still. The cigarette was still clenched nervously between his teeth, and Luis took a long drag on the cigarette to try and quell his jittery nerves. Hooboy; maybe Sparrow wasn't as crazy as Luis had first taken him for. The scythe had his eyes narrow a little bit, wondering just how cracked up this guy was, even as the weapon was set innocently upon the ground. That looked like it'd leave something a wound too big for one's average bandaid.
"...Ah." Luis managed to keep a civil tongue in his head, watching the maggot all but splat on the ground. Right--that was a bit nasty, even for his tastes. But hell, he could handle normal disgusting insects, just not the giant, man-eating ones bent on the destruction the 'normal' beings in the world. Dark eyes flickered to the bony arm that was connected to the skeletal paw of the dead creature, and the Spaniard swallowed a little, finally sitting back down. Right.
"Nervous? Nahh, amigo." His tone was certainly breezy, despite how badly he was lying, and the cigarette was rolled around in his maw for a moment. "Ah...You got bad skin, or something?" Luis feebly offered, hoping to goad the other into revealing whatever he was. Bad skin--hah. Well, it was worth a shot. Grim Reaper A brow arched, as the blue glow from within the skeleton's eye sockets vanished, reappering a few minutes later. Another form of blinking, perhaps, or something of the sort. Bad skin. Bad skin? He had skin? Since when? Holding out his skeletal paw before him, he looked it over. Nope, seemed boney enough to him, and of course he had to have checked. The last thing he'd want was to start growing skin. Oh gosh, now that would have been a terror.
Wiggling his claws, a serious look came over his half conceild face. "I do belive I have no skin." his voice was quite dull, growing ever soft as he continued to speak. Wow, he didn't belive he had skin, well that was a shocker. Sometime's it seemed that the Reaper's thoughts were so muddled up. Death chuckled, placing his paw back on the ground, the sleeve soon returning to its original place, conceiling the entire thing.
"Skin is far too troublesome." though when last the skeleton had, had skin was unknown, let alone if he ever in his entire time of being had any to begin with (save for his ears of course). "Hmmmmmm..." he mused over a thought, soon removing his hood, revealing his bone white skull. He seemed reather pleased with himself, as he pointed at it with his tail. "No skin at all." Luis "..." Luis was dead silent for a moment, smoke trickling from the cigarette between his teeth as he watched the other check himself over, apparently looking for skin. ...Maybe this was some really messed up dream, eh? The Spaniard mused over that thought for a moment, deciding that it would make sense entirely, considering how messed up things were starting to get. You know, for being nothing more than a big bag of bones, this guy wasn't too terrible. Nahh, Luis had met worse.
"No?" The Spaniard said carefully, his tails whisking here and there. Well, was that supposed to be a good thing, or a bad one? "Mm, that may be, but it keeps all the important stuff from falling out, eh?" Luis grinned a little--and promptly winced when the other bore his bony skull. Yick. "Looks...painful." Bony tails too, even.
Luis mused over his next question, his eyes lingering on the scythe that lay innocently on the gound for a moment before deciding he'd be able to haul tail and get out of there if things turned ugly. "You got a name, amigo?" A trickle of smoke was blown lazily into the air before he nodded casually to himself, grin tugging casually at his muzzle. "Name's Luis Sera." Good for nothing--but had extrordinary luck with the ladies. He'd keep that little tidbit of information to himself, however. Grim Reaper The Reaper couldn't help but laugh at what Luis said. Painful, kept the innards from falling out. It was quite clear he had never met a skeleton before now. "Painful, it isn't." he grunted, flicking his tail and pipe back over to his maw so that he could take another puff. After which of course, he'd do some explaining.
Returning his tail and pipe behind him, he pushed himself up to his feet. Lifting a boney paw, he opened his robe just enough so that one could see his ribcage. "There isn't anything important to fall out, you see." he snickered, ears rotating back. Soon enough he closed back his robe, placing his paw back upon the ground. It wasn't often that he showed anyone much of his bones, but perhaps he was just in a good mood. The only time anyone had seen his entire skeletal body was that one time when that annoying little kid stole his robe and he was forced to walk about in his boxers, until he got his backup robe. Ah yes, forced to be clad in blue until he manged to get his proper garments back.
Well, now was not the time to be wandering into thoughts of past events.
"Pleasure." he spoke, giving a dip of his maw. Not a name he had ever heard before, but certainly not as odd as some of the ones he had heard. "I happen to have many names bestowed upon me. Most commonly I am known as the Grim Reaper, or Death if you prefer." The Reaper smiled, that rather creepy smile. He should really never smile. Luis The Spaniard flicked an ear idly when the other laughed, not really concerned if he was being made fun of or not. Didn't really matter, eh? At least he had skin. And ears that weren't rotting. "Thankfully, I'd have to say I wouldn't know." Luis chuckled lightly.
When the other pulled open his robe a little, the dark-haired kitsu nearly swallowed his cigarette. "Oh." His voice was a little unsteady, and maybe a little too casual, but Luis seemed to be mostly all right with it. "Well, you don't gotta worry about your weight, right?" Sera shook his head a little and allowed his eyes to stray back to the river, finding himself still creeped out by the other's lack of flesh. At least this guy didn't seem to be completely crazy. Well, until he introduced himself. Slowly, Luis swung his head back around, eyebrows raised skeptically--but caught himself enough to give a little nod in return.
"The Grim Reaper...?" What? First a pirate, and now...His eyes trailed over the other's bony face for a moment, silently weighing his disbelief against the evidence he'd been offered. "So that explains the scythe, eh?" One paw lifted to casually swipe at his facial hair, then eventually clasped itself over his face. All right, that smile was freaking him out. "How about Grimmy?" The Spaniard's words were a little muffled, thanks to his paw, but he eventually dropped it with an exasperated shake of his head. "...You serious? Death? Like..." One paw slit itself sharply across his throat, and the Spaniard twitched his eyebrows for emphasis.
"Aiye-yi-yi, this Mountain's crazy." Grim Reaper The Reaper nodded, "No weight problems ever, especially since I don't need to eat, and what I do..Well.." he clamed his mouth shut. Best not talk about how exactly he ate, things would get much more complicated that way. It was always hard enough trying to explain how when he ate, the food didn't just drop on the ground.
Another nod, "Yes." A tail flicked back over to his maw, the skeleton taking the pipe into the clutches of his jaws. He turned his head momentarily, bright glowing eyes shifting to look at his scythe which lay on the ground. "Mmm, yes it does." His attention returned to the Spaniard. A rather displeased look had plastered itself upon the male's features, as he heard the name 'Grimmy', though it was hard to hear and he was forced to flick his ears forward, sending a few maggots to their doom. "I would rather prefer you didn't use that name..." his eyes narrowed.
The look upon his face soon returned to normal, as Luis began to speak once more. A smirk curled upon his lips, as smoke rose from his eye sockets. "Yes, as in that Death. I reap souls, make sure people die when they're supposed to." Luis Luis found himself learning forward at that, curious, despite himself...Where would all that food go, eh? He probably didn't want to know, anyway. But to just leave it hanging like that was enough to make his tails twitch with a bit of frustration. Ahh, well. Guess it was just gonna be one of those all-famed 'mysteries of life'. Or death, in this case.
Ahh, kay, so 'Grimmy' was a no. "Gotcha." Right, let's not get on Death's bad side, huh? Luis already got in enough bad situations as it was. As the smoke trickled merrily from Grim's eyes, the kitsu couldn't help but flick an ear, snorting a little and sending his own puff of smoke spiraling up into the sky. Show off. With another sigh and shake of his head, Luis seemed to settle back down, lifting his brows. "Soo, it's safe to assume this is just a friendly visit? Nothing more?" Not like he was worried, or anything.
"You hang around here, often?" Now, he'd had some weird experiences before, but this was close to topping them all. Chatting with Death while having a smoke--but, assuming the other wasn't here on 'business' matters, Luis didn't feel the need to get up and run just yet. Grim Reaper Grim nodded slightly, more to himself then anything else. Good, he wasn't going to be called some silly little nickname. That was the last thing he needed. Especially with all the stupid little names people had been coming up for him over the past few years. Ah how times had changed. He would have really pefered if just about everyone was terrified of him again, it always made his job more plesurable, but now adays, what with all the horror movies and all.
Sigh.
Smoke slowly trickled from his nostrills, as his rather depressed look soon turned...Devious. His blue eyes narrowed, a grin larger then he had ever had before peeling onto his face. "And if this is a business visit?" he questioned, pure delight in his voice.
"I move from place to place. Reaping souls is a dificult job, you rarely get time off, people are always getting killed." he chuckled, his eyes still set on Luis, wondering how he'd react to what he had previously said. Luis Nahhh, it'd take too much effort on Luis' part to remember a nickname, especially when something as friendly as 'Grimmy' didn't exactly seem to apply to something as potent as Death. Really, he was more weird than scary, but he wouldn't go there. The sudden shift in mood wasn't lost upon Sera, and his ears pricked a little, skeptical. And then that grin suddenly stretched itself across Grim's bony maw, and the Spaniard found himself swallowing again.
"If it was?" He repeated carefully, his voice even. "Then I thank you so humbly for letting me rot my lungs one last time." Luis suddenly sank into a very dramatic, flourished bow, his tails swishing this way and that. Yeah, real smart--taunt Death just before you got your head lopped off with a scythe. He straightened without warning, a (mostly) unfeigned grin settling easily on his face. "Nah, just kidding with you. If this was a business visit...Well, I guess I'd be disappointed, you know?" His grin turned sly at this point, eyes glinting. "I was expecting something more...dramatic."
Luis listened wordlessly to the other's explanation, nodding once to show he understood. "Ahh, and they've got the right man for the job." Inwardly though, he wondered if the other had been really serious about this being business. Nah, couldn't be. Unless he was fated to throw himself in that river and drown, or something... Grim Reaper The grin shunk slightly, right before the Reaper bursted into a fit of laughs. Ah how he loved, poking that 'here on business' threat of sorts around. It always brought up such interesting responses, or in some cases no response at all. The facial expressions alone were always what would draw the skeleton back to pulling it again on another.
This kid though, eh he wasn't half bad. Much better company then some others he had met and spoken to, and that wasn't just because he smoked, though that probably did add in an extra perk.
Grim shook his head, his laugh finally subsiding. "Certainly an interesting response." he chuckled, flicking his tails behind him. "It's not a business visit, at least not yet. But trust me when it is, it'll be much more dramatic, if not a bit flashy." Grim was one for making grand entrances when he was on duty, doing his job. Scareing people to...Well him. "Feel free to rot your lungs as much as you want, I'd just advise keeping away from the television, now that'll really kill 'ya." Ok well maybe TV wouldn't really kill someone...Well in most cases anyways. But how that thing had stained his name! That darn television had forever ruined his appearance, and made a mockery of him. Though Death, did himself watch it from time to time, but only when he was extreamly bored, and never any of those shows that had people dressing up as him. None of them ever got it right! ... Pages 5502 - 5505 Mountian Thread ...
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 1:03 am
{ S O . T H A T ' S . M A N D Y } Mandy Mandy steps out from gathering darkness around the cabin on the mountain. Her red eyes putting forth that unpredictable, frightening stare. They were a sort of red inferno that was also reminiscent of an endless abyss. A stunning beauty and dark intelligence is all that seem to lie behind those eyes; she does well to keep whatever feelings she may have well hidden. Stoic was certainly a word to describe her, but maybe not the best one.
The skirt she wears moved but not in a way that the wind pushed it; it was alive all on its own it'd appear. Torn ends writhe and curl, reaching and grasping at the nothingness around them but it didn't seem to bother the woman as she takes steps that are a glimpse of the prestige that she has claimed and holds herself to. An underlining arrogance follows those steps, a great amount of selfish pride, but not even a smile is able to crack across her otherwise pretty face. She continues on with her steps, light on the cool grass beneath her feet, heading away from the cabin, away from curious onlookers that would bother to take the time to talk to her. She wasn't social, and when she was, it was with few and she is a woman of few words. Eventually she lets herself come to a halt, sitting beneath a tree as her tails coil and brush up against her side whiel that barely interested gaze looks around.
"How pathetic." Her voice soft but still having a slight rough edge to it, and something more. Grim Reaper The Reaper was gently creeping though the grass, bones cricking and cracking with each step. His long boney tails curled as they were draged along the ground, flicking, blades of grass and pebbles out of the way. The skeleton had no scythe with him this night, oh no. He wasn't on the job, and didn't feel the need to being luging around the large weapon. The edge of his robe gently brushed up now and then as he continued on his way to nowhere in pirticular, revealing his skeletal paws, which normally remained hidden.
Grey decaying ears, were perked up, new holes poping up in every corner, as the chubby little maggots ate their fill of the rotting flesh. It was quite odd how the insects didn't seem to bother their host, but Death's mind was normally elsewhere, far from focusing any attention at all to the slimey things. A sudden chill ran down Grim's spine as a rather familiar voice rang though the air. It was that voice, that would always torment his thoughts, it was her voice.
His glowing blue eyes narrowed, as he looked around, seeing no one in sight. Perhaps he had just been hearing things. Yes, of course that must be it! She couldn't be here, could she? Oh how wrong the Reaper was. As the skeleton took as step back slipping in the process. It was then that he found the source of the voice. "M-mandy!" he blurted out, spying the female not to far off. Mandy She would have been happy to bask in that cold, unwavering silence. There is a certain comfort and peace that she finds in nature (no matter how much she may actually despise peace and nature), and there is always the case of solitude that she finds herself in. This is no issue though; it suits her personality well. Those she kept as "friends" were merely tools and pawns; a means to an end. Friends were not needed; only those who could serve their purpose to her.
And Grim is one of those. Her ears perk up as she hears the name blurted out; a faint sound, not too far off, but distinctive enough to catch her attention and the turn of her head. There she sees that symbol of the afterlife, the fear that every mortal held, the final hand in the End: Grim; Death. One of her more powerful tools, and not a stupid one like Billy; he knew her plans, he knew who she is, what kind of person she is, and still he abides. That silly little deal he was tricked into; he couldn't ever outwit her and he knew it. Obligation and obedience were his only choices or pain would come his way, and Mandy is a mistress at it.
"Hello Grim." Again that voice; distant, remote, devoid of any true emotion. Maybe a slight smirk in it if one could really hear it. After all, who didn't like to know they held the strings of the puppet known as Death? "I see you've managed to find your head." Grim Reaper Oh what had he gotten himself into this time? A silent walk though the area, was just whisked away like that. Running into Mandy was the last thing he had expected, and one couldn't just walk away from Mandy after being spotted. No. He got to his feet rather slowly, soon making his way over to the female and sitting upon his boney haunches before her.
She had been the mastermind behind the whole Friends Forever sceme, and really had it not been for her and that darn hamster he would have been able to do his job and get on his way. But no, he had been tricked that day and was forced into becoming literally a slave to some kids. That alone was probably one of the most embrassing things that had ever happened to him, far worse then the boxers experiance, and the many times he was chewed up by monsters, and all those others things he had been put through. However the worst thing by far would have to be the fact that Mandy was far more frightning then he would ever be. Whatever it was about her, he wasn't sure, just anyone would be a fool to stick around should she ever get mad.
A sour look found its way to the Reaper's face, as his ears rotated back, tails flicking gracefully behind him. "Funny." he spoke, his voice quite dry, dispite his surprise in running into the female. "What are you doing here?" Mandy Mandy watches as Grim comes to her and takes a seat. A smart uh.. thing. Yes. He had learned a long time ago that to try and run never did help; she was a hunter and he was prey. He couldn't escape for the Grim Reaper always owes up to his deals. She never had anything to fear; immortality was not unknown to her either. He was her friend. Forever.
The grimace that surfaces on that strangely expressionable skull face of his pleases her inwardly but that smile never cracks the surface. She had smiled once; it was a horrible ordeal that not even she would want to go through again. He would be satisified only with that blank stare that remains on him, eyes boring into his own, almost eating away at what could be a soul if he had one. He didn't though.
"I thought it was," she remarks dryly while turning her head away to look at the otherwise quiet surroundings. Only her and Grim; a shocking surprise but never enough to make her open up even a smidgen. "I'm here because I want to be. What are you doing here, Bag O'Bones?" she retorts with a noticable amount of faint angered annoyance as she also, quite suddenly, makes a grab for his skull to detach it from his spine and casually juggle it from paw to paw. Grim Reaper Ah, there it was that piercing stare of hers, that stare that ate away at his innards, figuratively speaking of course. He cringed, ears presing against the back of his skull. He hadn't seen that stare for a long time. It almost seemed as though it had been forever since he had seen or spoken to the wicked girl. That stare was seriously going to give him nightmares, and Mandy's eyes being the bright red that they were, did not help matters.
Grim scowled as he was called a bag of bones. Oh how he hated those confounded names! He hated them. However, had he had been paying just a little more attention as to Mandy's movements he might have been able to avoid what had happened next. His skull was swiftly removed, as the female began to juggle his head from paw to paw. His hood had floped back, as what now sat before the female was nothing more then a body, clad in a dark robe, the spine poking out. The position of the skeleton's body made it clear that he was not pleased, but really there was nothing he could do about it. He was Mandy's friend after all.
"Oi! Put my head back on my body, 'ye little brat!" he huffed, his claws tapping against the ground. Really though, he should have been used to such things, as if it wasn't Billy then it was Mandy who was taking him apart for their own amusement. At least it didn't hurt. Eyes shifted about as his head was bounced back and forth, at least no one was about, to see this rather humiliating situation. Mandy She knows well enough he did not care for the "affectionate pet names" that she gave to him. They were condescending, meant to insult, to annoy, to hurt, and they did just that (especially the hurting since Grim had always become a rather big sissy under her control). She did all she could to continue to demean the great figure of the afterlife for it brought her great joy and pride to know she could do it and he could do nothing about it.
There she is though, casually rolling his head between two paws, tossing it up into the air, sometimes purposely letting it land hard on the ground, or even a rock if she is crafty enough to make it do so. She ignores his huffing demand with that same blankless stare, giving the skull a hard heave-ho into the air to hit against a branch. She did oh so love to abuse the poor b*****d.
"Or you'll what Grim?" she challenges once the head falls and she catches it. It is turned so that they are looking at one another. Grim Reaper And there Grim's skull was, being tossed this way and that, smashing against the ground with loud THUMPs, and against rocks with CLACKs. Every time he hit something an appropiate 'ow' was gasped, how ever so odd. Why was it that the Reaper felt no pain when he was pulled apart, yet felt it when things crashed into him, or rather when he crashed into things. This was pure torture, and he knew that Mandy was enjoying herself.
And so he was tossed up into the air, yet again, this time smacking against the large tree branch above. "OW!" he grunted, eyes shutting, as his skull tumbled back down into Mandy's paws. Glowing eyes opened, only to find the female staring at him again. His body stood, as the skeleton thought things over. No he really couldn't do anything. What a shame. His body soon reseated itself, tails curling around his hind legs, with snaps and cracks.
"You know. If it weren't for that deal, you'd be dead by now..." he grumbled, eyes narrowing. That however was a lie, as even if the deal hadn't been made, Grim would have probably been far to scared to even attempt to end Mandy's life. What a frightening creature she was. Mandy Yes, Mandy takes some wicked sick delight in tormenting this "poor soul" that is the Grim Reaper. She's a sadist; it's rather clear and sadly, Grim is the one she often directs those tendencies towards. She enjoyed his pain, just as she enjoyed the pain of others, but his was more fulfilling; his, in a way, was forbidden and that made it that more alluring.
"Oh would I?" She doesn't sound scared. Death didn't scare her; it never had, even before she had met Grim. "Well I suppose it's a good thing then that I own you isn't it Grim?"
She resumes her game that does, soon enough, become boring and she gives one last toss up of the head, looking as if she's ready to catch it when it falls. Instead, she moves her paws away to let his head clatter -- no doubt painfully -- to the ground and roll in whatever way it decided.
"Your threats are only slightly amusing Grim. I would watch my tongue if I were you. Who knows what I'd do to you while you sleep." Grim Reaper Ah crap, the threat of sorts didn't even cause her to flinch, not that Grim had expected it would. There wasn't really anything that she was afraid of, at least not that Grim knew of anyways. Exacept maybe that figure skating thing...Or had she gotten over that? He couldn't remember, the answer was probably jumbled up some where in his head, but he wasn't really in the mood to find it. Especially with this headache he was getting.
Owned. What a word. Yes, the Reaper did belive that to be his most loathed word, ever since it could be applied to him. He was owned by Mandy and Billy, where ever that crazy orange haired doofus was.
Again his head was tossed up into the air, slowly tumbling back towards the female's paws, but wouldn't you know. She moved them right as he would have landed much more comfortably. Insteal, his skull smacked into the ground, snout first. Ears drooped, that was painful. Quite, painful. Rather quickly, his body rose, prying the skull from the earth, and screwing it back onto his spine. His face was rather dirty to say the least, as the Reaper spat out some dirt that had found its way into his mouth from the crash.
"Eh..heh heh...." he laughed nervously, as Mandy threatened him. Oh gosh, what wouldn't she do to him in his sleep? He didn't even want to begin thinking about it. "Yeah, yeah. I got it." Mandy Grim could make all the threats he want; Mandy would not be bothered and she certainly wouldn't twitch or budge in the slightest. He was all talk but no walk; a bag of bones full of hot air, unlike her. When she made a threat, she made good on it.
The observant gaze watches as he grabs his head and screws it on, vaguely amused (just a faint glint in her eyes) as he spits out chunks of dirt that he had unintentionally bitten and perhaps almost swallowed (if he was attached to his body anyway...). There was a strange sense of satisfaction washing over her as she watches him do this. The act itself was degrading, and he perhaps knew this as well. She could make him do things he wouldn't have ever thought of doing before. She had the power, not him.
Mandy is silent, staring at him while waiting for his response to her in-your-face comment. She was practically daring him to give her more of his pitiful excuses for threats.
"That's what I thought." Another moment of smug satisfaction before she reaches out to give him a pat on the head. "Let's go find some poor soul to torment. Maybe I'll even let you do a little reaping Grimmy." Grim Reaper Oh how he wished he could be able to make a threat, any kind of threat really and scare Mandy. At least once, but quite honestly there was no way he would ever be able to pull something off. She knew him inside and out, and she was always a step ahead, really Grim didn't know how she did it. Of course when he was around Billy, every now and then they're play a little trick, a prank of sorts on her, but every time it backfired, and they were punished. There was really nothing he'd ever be able to get away with or do with Mandy around. Even his job. Reaping, was no allowed unless he had been grated her permission.
A boney tail rose, gently fixing his hood back over his skull, shrouding hsi face in shadow, all but his glowing eyes and tip of his snout were hidden. His ears swiveled forward, sending a few chubby maggots to their doom, down below. He glared. Grimmy. Yet another stupid little name, and yet another thing he was unable to force to stop. What had happened to his power? He liked being in charge, but that clearly was not going to happen.
He canted his head to the side, a soul to torment. Yes, Mandy's idea of fun, though he wasn't exatly one to talk, as he enjoyed tormenting souls as well...Though he was pretty sure he didn't enjoy it as much as the female did. "They'll probably all run before we can ever get to them..." he muttered quite silently. Mandy Mandy detested when the two of them would actually get the better of her; moments like that were rare, but she would always manage to turn the tables on them and take that worse second in her life and make theirs even more of a living Hell. But it still never stopped to be a slight p***k to her ego; they sometimes were cunning little boys but always they were taught a lesson.
She saw his glare, but it was ignored. Just all a part of the act of her being his owner, his mistress. She controlled him and she asserts that control in many ways; insults are but one of them.
"More than likely but it's fun to watch them run in any case," she replies as she has since risen to her feet, given a fine stretch of her long legs and begun to walk towards the cabin. "You are pretty ugly after all. I would run from you too if I didn't know you." Grim Reaper As usual his glare went ignored, his evil looks and comments were always just tossed aside. He was used to it by now. He was kept on a rather short leash, unable to do a thing whenever he was within sight of the red eyed demon child. Heck he'd have pulled out his pipe and smoked a bit as he walked along side Mandy, if he wasn't terrified of the fact that she'd probably torment him and make the moment a living Hell. No, he'd keep his pipe in his robes for later, when he manage to sneek away from the female...If he could anyways. She'd probably complain about the smoke or something anyways, after all he had stoped his hobby of smoking a little before he met her and Billy, and he had only jus recently taken it back up.
"Ugly...I'm a walking skeleton, I ain't supposed to be pretty!" Though the ugly comment did hurt, he wasn't going to admit or show it. Skeleton's weren't pretty after all, but still...He had feelings! Not that they'd ever be acknowledged. And knowing Mandy she'd pick him apart as she always did if he even mentioned that such a comment hurt his feelings. But hey, he was bullied as a kid, it wasn't his fault he was a pansy when it came to certain forms of torment. He hated being called names.
But then what was this? Was this not just him being bullied now that he was older? He had to stick up for himself! His gaze turned to Mandy, before swiftly turning back to where they were headed. No. There was no way that he would even say anything back to her. Not now..He was feeling rather..Weak. Aw, drat. Mandy Mandy wasn't at all aware of his smoking habit. If he actually ventured to share it, he may be pleasantly surprised by her reaction. Of course, Grim would never really know would he? And neither would she. No matter though. Moving on..
"I suppose not, but I'm sure some women are more attracted to skeletons of cavemen rather than you Grim," she replies without missing a beat or even looking back at him. Her wit was something she's rather proud of her, and her insults she likes to consider top knotch and grade-A.
She steps into the cabin via that silly little dog door. That in itself was degrading but she didn't let it be known. A glance around, almost entirely dismayed at the lack of possible candidates for tormenting and reaping.
"Well Grim -- they must have seen you coming. They've all taken up to hiding." Grim Reaper And the insults kept coming. Oh really now, what was the poor Reaper to do. It's not like he could get away with talking back, unless he wanted to loose a few bones, or something even more unplesant. But really, skeletons of cavemen...He was better looking then those stupid guys! He was sure of it..Or pretty sure of it. How easily the skeleton's self esteem was crushed.
Grim's steps were draw out, as he followed behind Mandy, steping into the cabin. "Haha." he muttered, looking about. There really wasn't much in the place. "I think it's more of you that they're hiding from." though he didn't deny the fact that he would have such an effect as to clear a room. People did flee every now and then from the Reaper, after all how was anyone to know if it was their time to go, and the apperance of the Death personified was, startling to say the least.
Still, Mandy was frightning in her own way as well, and really he'd run from her...If she didn't posses so much power over him anyways. So for the time being he'd stick with the fact that they were hiding from the female and not him. It seemed much more logical to him that way. Mandy "Well then if they're hiding from me, it's because they're afraid of my power, not of my looks. I don't break mirrors when I look into them." Again that sharp wit is quick to kick in without her even giving it much thought. She was a venomous serpent, and she knew how to spit it out well.
"Well, at least there's no one here to bother us then." A positive outlook? It would seem so! If only because Mandy enjoys her time alone and well, it's nice to have a servant around too.
With that having been said the long blonde beauty wanders through the kitchen to the living room where she climbs steadily and with graceful ease on to the couch. She stretches out and lounges quite comfortably on the cushions, almost seeming to sprawl in a ladylike manner.
"You can sit on the floor," she instructs. Grim Reaper Of course, he should have seen such a response coming. But come now, he didn't break mirrors either when he looked in them...Well not many. But it wasn't because he was ugly! He hoped he wasn't ugly. The Reaper shook his head, what was he thinking, such thoughts were exactly what Mandy wanted. As long as he didn't think he was ugly, then he was. Yes, that was how it would work, he just needed to remember that.
Grim arched a brow, he knew Mandy enjoyed her time alone, the silence, probably plotting the demise of others...But even he was slightly taken aback at the comment. He shook it off, best not to pay too much attention to such a thing. He'd just follow behind her like always.
Into the living room they went. Grim watched her climb up onto the couch, sprawling out over it, and instructing him to sit on the floor. But of course, he was just a skeleton, why would he want to be comfortable, and sit on the couch too, when there was just a welcoming hard floor to sit on.
"Oh, how kind of you." Mandy The silence, which many would have found overwhelming, was a welcoming thing to Mandy. Yes she often spent her time alone plotting world domination (which wouldn't be far off), more pranks to play on Billy and Grim, and of course, just tormenting Grim all the more. It was certainly one of her favored pasttimes, but that shouldn't be too hard to guess. Of course Grim was a few cards short of a full house so he probably never caught on and probably never will.
"Oh I have moments," she replies with equal sarcasm before starting to casually groom herself.
While Mandy may not be one of the most vain of women (vanity was not her sin; wrath most undoubtedly was), she did take a certain pride in her appearance. She had been a short, chubby little girl and blossomed into a beauty, and she was well aware of this. Why fake a personality when you could easily manipulate with your body?
After a few blissful seconds of meticulously taking care of her paws she reaches over to take his hood and give it a good tug before casually batting at its tapered end.
"Sad you didn't get to reap Grim? I'd say I'm sorry but I'm really not." Grim Reaper Grim grunted at the sarcastic reply he was given. Oh yes, she had those moments, those moments happened all the time. There had been moments that Mandy had actually been nice, but that was usually due to some thing he or Billy did that would have forced her to do something nice. Never on her own did she do anything of the sort, at least from what he was aware of, but he doubted any possibilities of her doing such things without being forced to.
Even Grim would agree that Mandy had become quite beautiful, he had watched her grow, and really she had become rather attractive...Not that he'd ever admit such a thing. Why would he ever do that?
A frown formed upon his maw, as the female tugged at his hood. Bright blue eyes narrowed, as he attempted to push away her batting paw. "Actually I can't say that I am." he spoke, as he mulled over the thought of reaping. He had been doing much of that recently, though reaping was rather enjoyable. "But of course." When was Mandy ever sorry? Mandy Mandy never liked when they tricked or forced her into being nice. In fact she despised it, and it made her despise them even more, especially Grim. Billy rarely ever had bright ideas, but Grim was just as stupid to listen and go through with them. In any case, regardless of whose fault it was, she got them both back. They still never learned, but she rather enjoyed the revenge she later brought back.
"Don't lie Grim. It's a sin." Her tone is mocking if only because she's well aware of the sins she commits everyday, and while there in front of her sits Death she had no belief in God. Her words were a strange sort of irony, and would have made her laugh if she ever really did. She didn't though.
She eventually stops batting boredly at that hood before pushing to her feet to slide down onto the ground. Quite unexpectantly she lets herself lay down next to the bag o'bones, resting her head on her forepaws.
"I'm sure you'll get over it. You'll go find a Suzy Homemaker doll to play House with to fill that big hole in your chest." Grim Reaper Why ever Grim didn't learn his lesson for helping Billy pull pranks on Mandy was unknown. And why exactly he ever listened to the idiot boy...Well maybe he had grown attached to the two of 'em. He shuddered at the thought. Now why would he ever even begin to think of Billy and Mandy as friends. He hadn't grown fond to them...No...Oh gosh, he had.
Ok then...Well..He'd just stop thinking about that. Never bring it up in his thoughts again. Never. Yes, things would be good. What did the Grim Reaper need friends for anyways.
When Mandy mentioned sins, the skeleton couldn't help but let out that crazy laugh of his. "Sins don't concern me." After all, why would Death himself need to worry about such trivial things.
A brow arched, as the female slid off the couch and onto the ground. "Oh? You'd actualy join lowly ole me down here." a grin curled upon his features. Since when did Mandy sit..No lay on the ground?
"Not, even you could get me to play House. Let alone with a doll." this naturally went without mentioning that his favourite childhood toy was a doll by the name of Fancy Jake. Mandy Mandy wouldn't ever admit to saying Grim and Billy were friends either because they weren't. Again, they both merely served as means to an end.
Yes, there she was on the floor. She didn't consider it unsanitary; she often spent time in her youth sitting on the floor and busying herself with voodoo, witchcraft, decapitating Billy's dolls, and more. So laying there now was no problem. In fact she sometimes found the floor to be more comfortable than a couch depending on her mood. Er... when it changes. If it ever does.
"Don't flatter yourself, Bone Bag," she replies with that steady, unwavering and cruel voice of hers. "And I'm sure I could. After all, you are my best friend." Grim Reaper If he could have gone back, relive the time where he lost to two little kids and hamster. He would have. But that time around, he would have just taken the tiny little creature and gone. They wouldn't have been able to do any thing about it, and well maybe he wouldn't accept their challenging him to a game. Yes. Oh! Or better yet if he could relive that day, he wouldn't even go to collect the hamster, after all many had laughed at him for that...Collecting the soul of a hamster, was a tad...Degrading.
The Reaper grunted, "Best friend or not," His tails slowly coiled around his wrists, sleeves ruffling. "The Grim Reaper does not play with dolls." his voice elevated, that way it always did when he was trying to make a point. To most the voice would have sounded quite terrifying, but the skeleton knew to Mandy it would be reguarded as nothing.
Decaying ears rotated forward, almost appearing as pointed horns, before swiftly swiveling back. What kind of trouble was he going to get himself into this time? Mandy "The Grim Reaper does what he's told," she replies in a menacing voice that is but a hint of what anger and evil she really possesses. "Or he gets hosed."
Just a line from one of her more favored movies. Who didn't like Silence of the Lambs? Okay it was a more "dumbed" down version but it got the point across. He listens to her or he gets punished. Simple as that. In fact she decides it is time for a little further degredation.
"In fact, go ahead and summon a few dolls for you to play with Grim. I want to be entertained. Make sure you do the voices too." She narrows her eyes just slightly at him, most certainly expecting obedience. Would he really want to disobey? Grim Reaper Do what you're told. It was always 'do what you're told'. Would it kill the female to say please once in a while? ...Probably. Where was his respect? Clearly he got not, not even a tiny speck. Was that really too much to ask? Not that he'd ever ask, but it was an interesting thought.
Getting hosed. Oh good gosh, why was it that everything Mandy ever said was as threating as ever? And now she wanted him to summon dolls?! No way, he wasn't going to put on some little play for her, to keep her amused. He wasn't going to degrade his image so much more, by playing with dolls. Even if his image was already entrily degraded. No, he would not bow to this request...Er, demand.
"No." he uttered, his voice as blunt as ever. His eyes were shut as he spoke, most likly to avoid eye contact with the terror before him, his tails slowly uncoiling from his legs. He wouldn't do it. She couldn't make him.
....Oh he was so going to regret this later. Mandy Grim had never done a thing to earn her respect. Maybe her admiration; she did, after all, wish she could control the flow of life and death. Maybe that's why she keeps him around though; through him she is able to. She can snap her fingers and Grim will take any soul she wants.
"No?" she echoes with brows arching. She tilts her head in his direction to look more closely at him. "Did you just say no Grim? I know it's not April Fool's Day so you can't possibly be trying to play some little joke..."
She rises up to her feet with that graceful ease again, tails stretching out as she walks around him to his front, her long tails brushing along his long heavy black cloak and her face turns again to stare at him. Judging by the look on Mandy's face it is very apparent that Grim is going to regret it.
"I'll give you to the count of three to do what I said Grim, or you won't be able to find all your bones for at least two weeks by the time I'm done." Grim Reaper Opening one eye the Reaper looked to Mandy. Great. Yes, true it wasn't April Fools, nor Opposite day, so his no was most definatly him denaying her request. Oh what a fool this Reaper was. Imagine even attempting to stand up the fury that was Mandy, even Billy the boy with an IQ of -5 knew beter. Yet here Grim was, refusing a direct order from the lady herself.
His ears rotated back, pressing against his skull as he swallowed loudly. He was nervous to say the least, and really who wouldn't be. His tails stilled, all save for the tips, which swished back and forth, up and down rapidly from the skeleton's nerves...So to speak.
Count of three...Count of three. There, all he had to say was fine. He'd do it. Yes, then he'd be ok!
"No."
...What an idiot! Grim cringed, that wasn't what he had ment to say. Oh he didn't want to have to be stuck searching for his bones. That was really the last thing he needed.
"Er, w-what I mean is...I-uhhh...." Mandy Mandy, that blonde fiery beauty, stood there waiting for him to give her an answer. Yes or no, or would he be quick enough to summon up some diabolical, possessed dolls from Hell and put on the show she wanted to see. Mandy didn't care for dolls, not at all; she just liked the look on Grim's face as he was subjected to such feminine wiles and degredation. It was a whole other story.
"No?" she echoes again with an almost curious perk to her voice, her ears rising up and forward in his direction. She stood there, maybe shocked that he was actually going to fight her! Not really. But it'd prove to be fun.
"Whatever you say, Grim," she answers before making an abrupt leap at him to crush him beneath the force and power of the jump. After all, he is only made of bones. Grim Reaper Glowing blue eyes widened as the skeleton could do nothing quick enough to prevent what happened next. SMASH! And there the skeleton went this way and that. A paw over to the left, a rib to the right, like pins in a bowling alley. What rotten luck. His skull bounced about, before skidding to a stop, not to far from the female.
His brows lowered, as a rather unplesant look found it's way to the skull's features. Why couldn't he have just said yes. Summoned those stupid little dolls and put on the darn play. What had ever possed him to say no? What had he been thinking?!
"Was that, really necessary?" he questioned, his voice sour. The skull turned, to look to the female, a peeved look spread across his face. Oh how she must be enjoying herself. The blue glowing orbs shifted about in his skull, as the Reaper looked about for his bones. Most were in places he could see, but locating the ones that weren't in sight and pulling himself back together was going to prove challenging. Mandy After her initial attack, Mandy makes it a point to sit on his cloak, as well as whatever bones may still be there. When his skull comes rolling back towards her, she plucks it up from the ground, lifting it before in an almost Shakesphearan fashion.
"Yes. Yes it was," she answers before turning on the cloak slightly to face towards a window. Then she speaks again, lifting her other paw to her chest to continue with the dramatic flare, "Wherefore art thou Grim!"
And then it happens. She gives a hard heave-ho and throws his skull out the closed window. Hopefully enough force had been put into the throw so that he doesn't just hit it and bounce off; no, it would send him crashing through it, sending pieces of shattered glass to the grass, maybe some sticking in his eyes and the cracks in his skull. The better part would probably be that his skull may keep rolling for awhile. She did tell him it'd take awhile before he found his bones again.
"Get 'no' out of your vocabulary, you rotting maggot infested nest!" she shouts. Grim Reaper A wary grin spread across his maw, as Mandy picked up his skull from the ground. He was in for it now. In a way the male felt good about sticking up for himself, but that feeling didn't last long. It seemed to flee as he was hurled towards a window, as such a feeling would flee in everyone else as well. Oh crap.
CLATTER!
His head smashed though the glass, peices raining down on his head in a rather painful manner as he continued to fly though the sky. Eyes widened, just before Grim's ever so famous 'great' look showed up on his features. "Why me." he grumbled, as his head smacked into a tree, before clunking against the ground. "OW!"
What pain. He would need to remember to never, never no matter what he was thinking, never say 'no' to Mandy. Chances were he'd end up doing it again, however. As the Reaper never really did learn. He'd never be able to outwit, outscare, outanything really against Mandy, but of course he would never admit to such things, and so he'd probably be tormented by her for the rest of eternity.
"I hate you..." came a gruff sounding voice, as the skull bounced back towards the cabin. Such a sentance could probably be consitered the skeleton's favourite as he was always uttering it to the female, or that idiot orange haired boy. Mandy And so she had succeeded in propelling Grim's decapitated skull through the window. A great sense of satisfaction falls over her when she hears the sound of the window shattering from the force of the skull, and she watches as Grim comes bouncing back in.
"The feeling is mutual Grim, I assure you," she replies before reaching out to give the top of the head a light pat.
She rises to her feet, again starting to walk away. As she's moving she's making every effort to kick at parts of his body to send them farther away, intending to make the act of putting himself together all that more difficult.
"Maybe you should take lessons from Billy. It'd probably help with your attitude problem," she tosses over her shoulder, glancing at him and then looking away as she then slips outside. Grim Reaper Grim cringed as Mandy patted the top of his head, soon kicking away some of the bones that happened to be in her path. She wasn't making this easy on him. Most certainly not. The skull sighed, bouncing towards one of his bones. His ears flicked, as he picked up the bone in his jaws before bouncing off towards the next visible bone.
And so the Reaper continued along on his search for his bones, until he had manged to peice together most of his body. It looked quite odd however, the 'naked' skeleton sitting there, without its head, still missing a few ribs, an arm and a tail. Ah, why where these bones so hard to find? He needed to put tracking devices on them or something, with the amount of time it was taking him to find the peices. Not to mention he wasn't fond of walking about without his robe, but he wasn't about to put it on without his body being put together entirly.
"I'm not the one with the attitude problem." he grumbled, his skull rolling under the couch in search for another bone. The skull grined, as he spotted a rib way way at the back of the couch. Mandy Mandy never made things easy, and those few times she did, they would only get harder. Everything was a game, an elaborate plot; when you took one step, you had three more put ahead of you. She made things difficult because it made things more fun for her, and one of Grim's difficulties was maneuvering without the use of his body, which could be easily torn away. So she takes every opportunity to do just that.
She didn't try to stop him from gathering his bones. By the time he had started she was already outside allowing herself to bask in the chilly air. It was getting chillier but that didn't bother her even with what she scantily wore; the silken fur and long hair are both enough to give her warmth.
She didn't hear him, or maybe she simply chose not to for whatever reason. In any case Grim is left by himself to undergo the arduous task of collecting himself and putting it all back together again. The first few times it was funny, but not really that much anymore. The idea that he had to do it was enough to make her inwardly smirk but never enough to make her sit there and watch.
So there she is, Mandy, self proclaimed Queen walking through the soft grass and in between some trees. A nice walk.. she'll give him a few moments to collect himself before calling on him again. Grim Reaper It took the skeleton a few more minutes to gather his bones, placing them back together in the correct locations. Putting himself back together was always such a task, sometimes he wished he coulnd't come apart, but if that was the case he'd have been in a lot more trouble thoughout his life. It was a easier to put ones self back together then to not be able to come apart, and being pulled to peices, only to not be able to do a thing about it stuck and scattered as pecies for the rest of time.
"Hmmmm..." Grim eyes over his body which stood before him. All bones seemed to now be in place, save for a few missing pieces on one of his three tails. Lifting up his skull he tossed it under a couch cushion, to search for the final peices. "Hey watch how you throw me!" he huffed at his body, which would have looked rather odd had anyone else been around.
"WAHAHAHAHA!" he laughed, as he stuck the final bones on his body, afterwards attaching his head to his spine. "Two weeks. It's a good thing we were inside, or it might just have taken two weeks." he spoke to himself as he looked about. "Huh? Now where'd that bratty girl go off to?" ... Pages 5512 - 5520 Mountian Thread ...
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 12:22 pm
{ M O R E } Severus Snape The potions master padded into the HQ, Frank tottled behind him, balancing an egg in his little arms. Severus had given Frank the duty of egg carrying, to help cease the little guardians whines. Golden eyes glanced around, as the green kitsu sat by a window, his tails curling around his paws.
Frank gently set the egg down on a blanket, between him and the kitsu with a little huff. "Heavy-after-a-while" He squeaked, gently polishing the eggs surface. Dementor Dementor gave a shake of his head, his tails gently swaying behind him as he headed towards the HQ. Fledge followed behind, waddling much like that of a tiny duckling. Not something entirly new, but still something he didn't do too often. After all, what was stranger then a blind waddling guardian? ..Well perhaps many things were, but this was certainly strange.
Long scabby ears rotated, as the male listened closly to the sounds. His rattling breaths were soon masked by a sudden outburst from his little cloacked guardian. "I'MA GO OVER THERE NOW!" came Fledge's loud annoying voice, as he skuttled across the room. Cookies. Yes cookies, the constant thing that was always on his mind. Especially when he was at the HQ. Severus Snape Frank jumped and nearly tripped over the egg, he hadnt been listening for the approach of anyone else, as his master had been. "EEE" Came his startled squeal, as he peeked over the top of the egg, when he saw Dementor he grinned and went running over to the cloaked nightmare "DEMENTORISHERE!!!" he loudly announced, running around Dementors front paw, much to the embarassment of Severus.
The elder green kitsu groaned and padded over to Dementor, chuckling lightly "Dementor, as always i appologize for his...existance" He said, throwing the guardian a glare. Frank just giggled and continued playing with the folds of Dementors cloak. Dementor A brow was arched as a jumble of words came from nearby. Something involving his name, from what he could make out. Really to think that Dementor would have gained the ability to make out words that had been jumbled up from having Fledge about, but apperantly it was not so.
He lifted a large paw as a tiny creature ran about it, placing it back down as it began to play with the folds on his black cloak. Another brow arched as his father-in-law's voice rang out. Ah, Severus..So that ment the thing playing with his cloak was Frank then. Shame, had the creature belonged to someone he didn't know he'd have sat on it.
"No...ne..ed.." came his rattling voice, ears flicking back against his horns. "I de..al wi..th this..kind..of thi..ng of..ten.." Severus Snape Severus chuckled and nodded his head, knowing the motion went unseen. He sat down, one tail curling around his egg and pulling it closer for safe keeping. "How have you been Dementor? Its been a while" He lowered his head and nuzzled the egg affectionately, before tucking the egg in.
Frank continued to giggle, and inspect the folds closely, before having a small pebble flung at him. "Frank!" The green kitsu hissed, much to the guardians demise. "But-i-was-looking-for-lost-goodies!!" He protested, still clinging to a bit of fabric, bottom lip quivering as a childs might. Except the little guardian had done the move to death, not that it worked in the first place. Severus narrowed his eyes "Why dont you help Fledge find a cookie?" He suggested.
The guardian brightened up and promptly dropped the piece of fabric, and scurried off to look for the blind guardian that accompanied Dementor. "Frankhelpfledgefindcookie!wherefledge?" He squeaked out, looking for the other guardian. Dementor The nightmaren's lips curled into a mix between a grin and a smile, strangly enough it was warm, far from errie. "I've..been..we..ll.." he uttered, sitting down upon his haunches, quite releaved when Severus' guardian had gone. Looking for stuff in his cloak...Honestly. The only thing he'd probably find would be some of his fur, or maybe a scab or two. "How..ha..ve yo..u been..?"
Fledge's head shot straight up, as Frank's voice called out for him. Unfortunatly for the poor guardian, his head had been under the couch, which he soon remembered as his skull smacked against it. Shaking his head, he pulled himself out from underneath the piece of furniture, and turned arms flailing rapidly. "OVERHERE!" Severus Snape Severus smiled, and glanced down at the egg, with a paw he pushed it towards Dementor, until it lightly bumped into the nightmares paw and promptly wiggled "I'm a father again" He said with a deep, content chuckle, having finally calmed (or sedated) innerSev enough to enjoy the moments to come. "I didnt think it was possible...but Carmilla surprised me with four eggs today. " He chuckled again. Some surprise eh? He was used to 'hunny i missed you' not 'hunny we're parents again' but, that was how life went.
The egg wiggled again, and tapped into Dementors leg again.
Frank squeaked as he heard Fledge bump his head, he went rushing over and gently patted the other guardians head "Fledgeok?" He asked in his high pitched tone, before changing topics like the short attention spanned creature he was "Frank-help-fledge-look-for-cookies!" He beamed. ... Pages 4764 - 4765 ...
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 12:31 pm
{ L A R X E N E } Pullus Blue faded wings extended, as the sandy coloured male gently glided though the sky. Duel coloured eyes glanced at the sky, a scowl finding it's way to his maw. What terrible weather, not that the weather was every perfect enough for Pullus. The kind of weather that the angelic male wanted, didn't even exsit...Well not here.
"Oh br'her," he called, as he turned his attention back towards the ground. Where had his younger twin gone off to? It was usually he who was the one that was wandering off. It was he who would up and disapper, only to be seen again after a few days...Or at lest eight hours. After all, he had to spread nightmares, it was a craving. And addiction. Yet, here he was, on the other end. Looking for his brother. It wasn't often that this happened, most certainly not.
"TRISTIS!" he shouted, before landing upon a thick tree branch. Swiftly he folded his wings back, creeping towards the end of the branch and flopping down on it like a pillow. He allowed for his left hindleg to dangle from the branch, as he pined his ears back. "Wh't a sh'me." he muttered, giving up on searching for the moment.
Why trouble himself with such a thing anyways? If his brother got into trouble he'd know then, but for now he could just relax...Maybe spread a few nightmares on some squirrels. Larxene There was no person more annoying than him. Luckily luck graced her by giving her the opportunity to get away from him. She made a sigh as she continued to walk through the forest, dark rain clouds looming over her. What perfect weather, especially for her powers. Perhaps she can get in some target practice. Looking around the trees she noticed leaves were gone. Wasn't it suppose to be spring?
The nymph female twirled a small blue and yellow kunai with her two fingers gently, feeling quite bored. Perhaps she could find someone to play with as a cure for boredom. That's when luck graced her yet again. She noticed a strangely colored leg hanging from a tree branch only ten meters from her. Arching an eyebrow she continued towards the tree, blue tinted wings as she continued. So there was someone else here besides her. Looks like her boredom medicine arrived, free of charge.
She looked up from the ground, noticing a winged kitsu laying on the thick branch, looking as if it wanted to sleep. Not possible with her around. With a sigh she pulled off the most nicest, yet sickingly sadistic smile she could make. With a small cough she grabbed the hanging leg and grasped it hardly, and then pulled down on it furiously, sending the kitsu down to the ground. Pullus The male felt calm oddly enough, his deul coloured eyes slowly closing down. He was rather out of it, paying no mind to things around him. Of course should a little creature appear he'd quickly make them regreat it, it was after all what he did. What he lived for. The male yawned, slowly coiling his tails around his furry body, eyes finally closing...That was until..
WHAP! Ka-thunk-thunk.
His leg had been grabbed and he had plumted into the ground. "Wha' 'he?!" he shouted, rather dazed, as he had not quite expected such a thing to happen. Swiftly he stood, his wings puffed out before returned to a folded position upon his back. Eyes narrowed as he looked at the female before him...Wait...Was she female? What a weird hair style, but then again his brother was sometimes mistaken as a female...So who was he to talk?
His head lowered, ears pining back. "An' y'er pro'lem is?" he snarled, tails swaying this was and that fruoisly behind him. Who went around pulling people from trees? Huh? If anything it should have been him pulling someone from a tree, not some...Some...Female! "Y' must 'ave s'me iss'es t' work ou' o' some'hing." he smirked, shugging to himself. Larxene First impressions are essential. When one makes a first impression it is one that is always remembered in their life. It's a strange thing but so very true. She was a woman of many first impressions, usually coming off in some peoples mouthes as 'b***h'. It was a vulgar term that she did not agree with at all. The first impression made on this kitsu to her was just a few words.
Sounds like Xigbar...
With a simple smirk and a light demented chuckle she peered her head forward at the winged male, pulling her upper body to follow her devil smirk. "I just wanted to talk and you seemed quite...distracted. How else could I get your attention?" She mockingly asked, adding a small hmm to the ending. Pullus That voice. So the one before him was female...That was good to know.
Oh, but what she had said. Well Pullus was far from happy about that response. Get his attention. HA! There were so many other ways to get his attention, ones less...Painful. He gunted, lifted his head up, blue bangs rolling back against his ears. The pink halo above his head hovered slowly, moving up and down though it was barely noticable. "I wa'nt dis'rac'ed." he spoke, the words almost coming out in a hiss.
"Y'know y' could o' jus' tried 'outing. Tha' usualy does th' trick." Though he had a feeling, looking at that smirk upon the female's face, that she was much more pleased with the way she had gotten his attention probably not caring to do it an easier way.
A sly look formed upon the sandy male's face, as he grined ear to ear. "Y'er lucky." he began, coiling one of his tails aroind a hind leg. "I ain't in th' mood t' make y' pay for such a' act." And really this was no lie, normally the male would have throw nightmares here and there at someone who did as little as touch him without his permission. Larxene Larxene had the urge to just slap this guy in the face. Not because of his attitude but because of the way he talked. She could barely understand him with his horrible pronunciations. Though she could easily assume they were purposely done.
"Well 'shouting' as you said I believe, could have also made you quite upset," she chimed in an evilly sweet voice. This was becoming very fun. Of course she didn't mean to make him upset. Well maybe she did, but everyone needs their remedy for curing dreaded boredom.
Her eyebrow perked at his next sentence. So he was implying that he could actually hurt her? How amusing. "What's the matter, huh?" She cooed, twisting up another deranged smile. "Too 'manly' to hit someone of the opposite gender? Or are you just making an excuse because you can't fight?" Pullus The male canted his head to the side. Shouting make him upset? Oh please, he shouted all the time, why would shouting from someone else bother him? Then again this female didn't know him, so yeah what she said made sense.
What she said next made him cringe. Yes, Pullus would normally never hit a female, he didn't feel it was right..Well unless they were attacking him. Then and really only then would he ever attack a female, well exculding those that just got in his way when he was in a bad mood. However with his rather psychotic way of thinking, he didn't ever slump into terribly bad moods.
"Tha' ain't it." he grunted, ears rotating forward, as his eyes became nothing more then slits. "I 'an figh' qu'te well. It a'int tha' ye' sh'uld be worryin' 'bout though." he snickered, his claws tapping gently against the ground. "Tel' me, y' like nigh'mares?" Larxene Larxene's eye twitched a bit. Why the hell was it twitching? Was it his attitude or just the fact that she didn't understand half of the drabble he just sputtered out. Whatever it was it was irritating. She mustered up a small sigh, almost coming off as a snarl and glared at the male before yes.
"Oh I do enjoy nightmares, after all," she paused, stepping a bit closer towards him, "I am one." With that she gently stepped on his right foot with her right boot and taking her gloved hand made contact with his cheek.
Slap.
"Now talk normally!" She growled at him after the slap with a fierce demanding look. Her boot then slid off his right foot and she quickly pushed him a few meters away from her. Pullus Pullus blinked his blue and pink eyes as the female's eye twitched. Did he say something wrong? He couldn't have upset her, he didn't upset people. He was likeable, yes. Oh...Wait that was Niveus. Yeah, his twin was the one that was likeable, he was the one that got on people's nerves. Right.
He stared at her as she steped closer to him. A nightmare, she was one? Now that was interesting! He opened his mouth to speak, but swiftly felt presure on his right foot. His eyes widened as he let out a yelp, but it didn't end there. Quite soon after the female's paw came into contact with his cheek, causing a rather shocked look to grow on the male's face.
Soon enough he was pushed back, landing upon his rump. What was with female's slapping him?! This had been happening a lot recently. "Owwww..." he grumbled, as he lifted a paw to rub his cheek of which he seemed more concerned about then the paw of his that had been steped upon.
"Normal'y?" he grunted, that shocked look still plasted all over his face. "It's 'n ac'ent! I can' just get rid'o it!" Oh what a bother. "Tho' I'll try an' keep it from b'ing so thick." the male added a snarl to the end, the shock slowly wearing off. Really it was always something to do with him talking, that caused him to get slapped. Being too presistant about something, having an accent, it was always because of his voice! Oh the horror.
"So ye'r a nigh'mare huh?" he questioned, placing the paw that had been rubbing his cheek back down on the ground. "An' how's tha'? Can y' pro've it?" Larxene Larxene rolled her eyes sarcastically. This guy was starting to pinch her nerves quite carelessly. "Accent or not, I can barely understand what you're saying," she grumbled, crossing her arms to her chest and groaning. Accent her a**.
Prove she was a nightmare? Well she wasn't technically one as a species, but she was called several times the b***h nightmare that came into someone's dreams with a chainsaw and lighting behind her as a backdrop. Though telling him that wouldn't make much sense. With a light sigh she turned to the deary clouds and then back to him.
Without a sentence uttered she spread out her arms and started to focus. Mere moments later about six kunai appeared, three of them in each hand. She then lifted the kunai into the air, focusing her powers yet again. As she concentrated small sparks started to erupt from the clouds. Soon enough small bolts of lighting hit the kunai fiercely, and before they could conduct into her body she spread out her arms with the kunai in their former position.
With her outspread the kunai shot out several bolts of lighting from the kunai, hitting three trees by her left and right side. Making another smirk she looked at the winged kitsu and chuckled. "Perhaps it's not what you call a 'nightmare' but I am the closest thing to a real one." Pullus She couldn't understand him? Oh, had that been what the slap was about? Really he was quite clueless as to why he ever got slaped, but eh no need to ask.
Pullus watched carefully as the female spread her arms, and a bunch of weird little yellowish blue pointy things appeared. Now that was interesting, they almost looked like painted claws the way she was holding them. Oh, but the show didn't end there. A brow arched as lightning of all things came down. Very very interesting. The weapons soon shot out lightning, hitting the trees at the side of the female.
What she said however, seemed to poke at something deep within the male, who soon toppled over laughing. "So sor'y, but.." he began before another fit of laughter took over. "Y' remind me o' a light'ing rod!" Oh he couldn't help it. She controled the lightning and well, that was what it remined him of.
Claming himself, he got to his feet, the laughter slowly stilling. He shook his head, removing the thought from his mind, and grined. "I'm 'fraid that I am clos'er t' being a nightmare th'n you." his tails swayed slowly, as he took a step forward. "Y'see when ye'r the one that causes 'em, ye'r very, very close." he threw his head back with a laugh. "An' what better why t' decieve others an' give 'em a nigh'mare then t' 'ave a halo floating above your 'ead." Larxene Larxene's eyes turned into a hard glare at the winged kitsu. A lightning rod! She didn't mind being called that (as she was called it a few times in the past) but the fact that he was laughing infuriated her. An urge raised over her to stick a kunai into his mouth and cut out his tongue, but she suppressed uneasily.
"Halos don't mean anything," she stated with a light growl, shaking her head uneasily. "They're just a figment that make people believe you're some kind of holy piece of crap." Pullus Pullus grined, "Exactly." having a halo made people belive he was something that in reality he was not. Ok, so well he was actually an angelic, the halo proved that after all, he couldn't fake that. However because of the basic personalities of angelics Pullus was able to fool others...That was until he opened his trap.
"I can h'nd out nigh'mares t' just about everyone. Thanks t' my halo." Oh an he loved that. A nightmare here, and there, with everyone given his mind would crumble more and more into its realm of nightmares. It was a most plesurable feeling.
"Af'ter all, it' be no fun t' 'ave the power t' be able t' make peo'le live wha' they fear most..An' not use it." Nightmares were certainly the angelic's calling, but the main victem of his nightmares was his brother. And however odd that was, as because his and his brother's powers clashed, he needed permission from his brother before a nightmare could be thrust at him. He always believed that to be strange as with anyone else he could just walk up to and make them live their nightmare, no permission needed. What was even stranger, was that Niveus actually gave him permission to do so.
However Niveus was not here, and he had free reign over using his power on anyone without their permission...Not that he really used it that often on those who he was actually conversing with. Larxene Larxene couldn't help but chuckle at what he was saying. Show them fears? Why did it matter? Things that are feared were just illusions of things that others found repulsing. Yet when learning to live with your fear you become attached to it. Fears were nothing of nightmares. True nightmares were things that could actually cause you harm, psychologically or physically.
"True, powers are special in many ways, one or another. Some can help the world, yet others can destroy and corrupt it," with a pause she placed her back on a still standing tree besides her and sighed, "though other times...it can do both things."
Larxene was no different from what she said. Her power to control lightning and thunder at her will was either a blessing or a curse. It could have been both. Though she chose her pathway into the darkness. Nightmares were nothing now compared to what she's seen. Can nobodies even have nightmares to feel about? Pullus Powers that could help the world or destroy and corupt it. Pullus grined, it would be interesting to see all these powers, but he was quite content with knowning the ones he had already witnessed. His power simply messed with the mind of his victem and depending on how strong willed they were, would bring about different reactions. However he was always avoided after giving someone a nightmare, it wasn't exactly something he enjoied. Pullus was rather social after all, and people runing away from him after he messed with their minds was just no fun at all.
It was all about fun.
So then with what Larxene said, between he and his brother he would have been described as a corupter and his brother a savior. Well that would make sense. Niveus did help people a lot. He fit the angelic description perfetly...Well excluding the fact that he had a phobia of being near people, among other things.
"Qu'te true." he uttered, his gaze turning upwards. "But why an'one would wan' t' help th' world is beyond me." the grin grew as he waved a paw. He never was a helping kind of guy, after all when it was all about fun, the only way to keep it that way was to stray and do whatever you wanted, when you wanted...That and he was just insane. Larxene Larxene small a small puffed breath of air at a few strands of her hair, sending them gently up and letting them plummet back down. She was becoming quite bored again. Boredom was like a bug to her. It crawled around everywhere, giving birth to 500 other baby bugs every five minutes. Unsuspectingly it bit people on their ears, nose and even tails. Then comes the horrid infection. Their germs travel through your blood stream and to your brain. So enough you temporarily gain the attention span of a rabies infested rodent. It was horrible to be bored.
She then turned her head back at the strange talking winged male, looking at him quite uninterested. To her he seemed to be rambling and boasting his power to create nightmares. Normally she wouldn't mind a normal conversation, but he was just becoming a sore to her mind. She had enough of those drilled in from Marluxia, Xigbar, Vexen and Demyx.
"Yes, why help the world?" She boredly stated, creating another kunai in her left hand. With a sigh she gently put her index finger through the small hole and started to lightly twirl it. Maybe she could get this guy to talk normally by stabbing his tongue repeatedly. That or just make him shut his damn accent up for good. Pullus Pullus nodded as Larxene spoke. Yes, there would never be any need to help the world, even if it should ever grow in perill, it would only be a bother to do so. He blinked as he looked at her, see seemed...Now what was that word? Ah yes, bored. But she couldn't be bored, not talking with him after all he was interesting...Wasn't he? Besides even if he wasn't interesting, this conversation was interesting to him, and thus it must be interesting to her as well. That was how it worked.
His ears flicked back as he watched the kunai spin. Well that was rather hypnotic. He shook head placing a furry paw on his snout. If he continued to watch that thing he'd get dizzy, or he'd snap, most likely the later. "Oh!" he blurted out, as a question seemed to smack into his head. "You 'aven't see my twin, 'ave you?" Larxene Larxene looked at the winged kitsu, seeing him quite interested in her twirling kunai. He must have been a real mental case if he so interested in it. With a light groan she stopped twirling the kunai, just in time to hear his question.
"Your twin?" So he had a brother? Somewhere beneath her cold crusted heart she felt sorry for his twin. This guy was horrid at keeping good conversations. Not to mention his self-boosting ego. Reminded her a bit of Marluxia, except he wasn't even close to being half as annoying as that b*****d. Pullus A sly grin fixed itself upon the sandy angelic's maw, as he gave a nod at Larxene questioned what he had just said. "Yes." the grin only seemed to grow, as he ruffled his wings slightly, they were starting to fall asleep. His ears perked up as he canted his head to the side, his long black and blue bangs falling into his face. "Look's jus' like me, 'cept 'stead o' blue hair an' wings 'is are pink." Perhaps he'd get lucky and she'd have seen him...Even if Nieveus was the shyest anything he'd ever heard of.
"Oh!" it suddenly hit him, he hadn't mentioned that his twin was also a different colour then he. "'is fur is more...snow-y as wel'." Yeah that was a good enough discription. No need to mention that his halo was blue and that Niveus' eyes were the same as Pullus', blue and pink just switched around. "'e's been missing for a'while." Really why Niveus would ever leave home by himself was beyond Pullus. That boy could never cope properly when seperated from his brother.
"'fraid he might 'ave got'en into a panic attack...again..." ... Pages 4781 - 4801 ...
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 12:35 pm
{ N A D E S H I K O } Nadeshiko The HQ door swung open with a great force, as if on command. In bounced Nadeshiko. The violet, flowered femme looked determined as she stepped heavily across the floor, not even bothering to shut the door behind her. As she reached the middle of the room, cyan eyes shot up to the ceiling and a loud voiced called out, "Croooow!" She waited. No answer. "Croooooow!" She called again, but even with minutes of patience, there was still no reply. Sighing, she flopped onto her side right there, not much minding that she was still in the center of the HQ. So many times she'd come and he hadn't been there... Pawing lightly at the string around her neck, she brought each of Crow's jet black feathers into view and then her newest friend Kira's black and pink flecked one. Eir'Vidar Eir'Vidar's head lifted from the cushion it had been resting upon, as a familiar voice rang out. His bat wing marked ears rotated back, as he blinked his one good eye looking around the room. That voice, he knew that voice, and yet he couldn't quite place it. And he knew the name that the voice was calling out. Opening his mouth he let out a yawn, before pushing himself up and hopping off the couch.
Giving his plet a shake, and steaching out his limbs he was ready to be off. Quickly he trotted towards the source of the sudden voice, he'd go see who it was. Dusty rose tails swayed gently behind him as he made his way to the center of the HQ, soon spotting a purple blob. He smiled, he knew someone that was purple, yes!
"Eir'Vidar says hello to the Nadeshiko." he smiled, tails wagging. Nadeshiko With one quick motion, dark purple paws were away from the feathers strung around her neck as if she'd been doing something wrong. It was an automatic reaction, though her mind soon caught up and told her nothing bad was going to happen just because she'd been favoring her beloved necklace and someone happened to come up behind her. Twisting around on the floor, she blinked up against the light, trying to see who it was. Said light formed a strong glow around the male, since she'd had her eyes squeezed shut just seconds before. But as her vision cleared, her earlier sadness faded and a happy expression lit her features. "Eir'Vidar!" Wriggling, she pushed herself up to a sit. "It is good to be seeing you!" Her tails flicked out behind her in an equal display. Eir'Vidar The male's smile grew as the female reconized him. "Yes yes." he spoke nodding his head, curling a tail around a hind paw as he sat down upon his haunches. "How is the Nadeshiko doing? Eir'Vidar has not seen her in a long time, yes?" Though it really hadn't been that long, it had still been a while since he had seen this pirticular friend. Yes, the last time he had seen her, had been when they helped that little feather winged kit find his father. Nadeshiko Any period of time, in her mind, stretched out longer than normal. She could easily agree with him, her head bobbing in answer. "Long, long time!" All three tails seemed to agree. They flailed wildly for a moment before settling back into a steady rhythm. "Nadeshiko is well enough." 'Well enough' being a big sort of statement that she learned from listening to India... It was unsual, however, since she couldn't often feel more than one emotion at a time. Being a bit torn between two was new for her. "How is Eir'Vidar? Did Eir'Vidar get his red liquid?" She remembered those words from their last meeting. It was rather strange she still recalled his needing some 'red liquid.' Her memory wasn't the best. ... Pages 4792 - 4794 ...
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 12:40 pm
{ G E T T I N G . O U T } Xyiao Gods he had never been so happy to get away from his auntie in such a long time. He could remember the days when he was much younger where he would freak if he couldn't find the swirl-marked female, but now...He enjoyed his alone time. It was just so....blissful.
The gloved Kitsusagi let out a yawn as he walked in the shadows of the trees of the mountain. "It's nice to have alone time...." Brynja Brynja let out a yawn, licking her chops as she slowly padded around. This was her first time leaving home for a day, as to why she had never left before was beyond her. She just had never gotten the urge to leave, and well the house was crazy today, what with that one sandy coloured angelic freaking out and basicly trashing the house, and that big cloaked nightmare that was shouting at him for causing a racket.
Yeah, that was probably why. Spotted ears perked as a voice floated though the air. She blinked and slowly crept forward, soon glimpsing a black male ahead. "Hello there!" she called out. Xyiao Well so much for his alone time. A sigh escaped Xyiao's maw as he turned to face who ever had called out to him. Forcing a believable smile upon his features he called out in a cheery tone. "Hello there to you too." That was all the dark adult had said and he waited for the other to say something else, or go away.
It didn't matter too much to him, after all there wasn't many times he was around someone else, or was alone. Brynja The female smiled, canting her head to the side as she did so. Her tails flicked gently behind her, the male before her was actually the first one she had met that she did not live with, so of course the excitment of that fact was begining to grow within her. "I'm Brynja, pleasure to meet you." she bowed her head as she spoke, after all she had to be polite, it would have been rude to just walk up to someone without properly introducing yourself. ... Pages 5807 - 5807 Mountian Thread ...
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 12:57 pm
{ L O O K I N G } Ronan Blue paws padded forward as Ronan made his way through the woods. Terasu had told him as much as he could, but left in urgency to the mountain. Ronan was now searching for Setsumi, in some cottage further ahead. Thoughts kepted running in his head, leaving no room for alert senses. Lenneth The female laid quietly on the floor in front of the fire place. Her emerald eyes stared blankly at the fire while her thoughts wandered off elsewhere. She knew it not long had passed since she last saw Vergil for the first time, but her thoughts couldn't help but linger at their seemingly fated encounter. Her expression remained unphased as she relived their moments in her head.
She remained very still throughout the entire process of reflection. Her eyes didn't so much as blink. No matter how right it seemed, something just didn't feel right. Even though he made her feel so comfortable, the moment he left she was left with naught but anxiety.
Her thoughts continued to dance around in her head as she remained still. Thoughts of his brother even surfaced, wondering what sort of kitsu he was like. From the very small glimpses of Vergil's words, his twin seemed very...different. She could not confirm it, however, she would just have to meet him for herself one day. Niveus The snowy male glided gently though the clouds large dark wings spread out, casting shadows below. Why he had been avoiding his twin recently was even lost from him, he had just felt the need to. Perhaps he had grown tired of the nightmares, or perhaps it was something else. Either way, he had not been home in quite some time, and as such his fur had started to collect little clumps of twigs and dirt dispite the male's attempts to keep his pelt clean. Ah he'd certanly have to head home soon.
The angelic barrel rolled before landing gracefully on the ground. Giving his pelt a shake he slowly made his way to a building, soon pushing himself inside. His ears perked at the sound of a crackling fire, blue and pink eyes soon glimpsing a winged one before the fireplace. Niveus canted his head to the side, as he took a few steps forward.
"'ello?" Ronan Ears flicked as the male heard a shift in the air, and eyes squinted to see past the green leaves. A winged kitsu had just entered into the HQ, a familiar male. Ronan quickened his pace, hoping the kitsu gifted with flight would know where to find the cottage. Hopping onto the front porch, he pushed his head in the door to peek inside. Lenneth Her ears were reclined facing the doorway. She hoped whoever entered the doorway was the one who would ease her anxieties. Either Vergil or his twin brother he spoke so highly of. Whenever he spoke of his twin, either he knew it or not, there was a spark in his eyes fueled by mostly joy. She could easily tell the twins were close...probably closer than she thought.
Deep down within, she knew that whenever the cerulean god spoke of her that same spark was weaker, if not false all together. For the moment, she would ignore those feelings. Despite the fact that feelings would not so easily disappear if she forgot about them, it seemed the best options of the two.
Ears flickered at the sound of movement. And soon, those sounds were followed by a different type of accent.
Slowly, she tilted her head backwards to face the kitsu. Wings, slender body and a halo. An angel? No, not quite anyway.
Her expressionless face met with the snowy male's. The usual cold attitude was back so hastily. Niveus A wary smile crossed Niveus' face as the female looked to him. Ok so maybe saying hello had been a bad idea. He never said hello to anyone before, not on his own. Oh why had he chose to announce his presence, if he had just crept away perhaps he could have avoided this unwanted fear that was now consuming him. "I...Uh...S-so'ry."
It was then that the door cracked open behind him.
"WAH!" he shouted as he stumbled, falling on his side. He blinked, as his heart rate slowed. "Oh...I re'ember you." a slight smile, as his ears drooped. Niveus paniced far to easily. Ronan Ronan raised a brow at the skittish male. Yep, it was Niveus alright. "Same here." He moved the rest of his body inside, allowing the door to click shut behind him. "Niveus, I was..." he paused as he noticed another in the room. The metal armor glinting the rabid, orange light of the fireplace. He lowered his ears in apology. "I'm sorry. Am I disturbing anything?" Though the femme didn't appear to be in the chatty mood. Lenneth The angelic male seemed rather shy. A bit too shy for her current, usual mood. Uncaring eyes glanced at his, as if staring into the very depths of his soul. She failed to see why he apologized in the first place, but merely shrugged her shoulders as a response.
At his sudden exclamation, her eyes widened as she lifted herself to her legs. She was preparing for anything malice that may come their way. Her heart raced as she waited patiently for the male's response before reacting. Though, it was only a friend of his.
Her eyes wandered on the normal male for a brief moment before turning back to the crackling fire. She was never one for much words, and those rare moments when she did speak were usually cold, unkind words anyway. Neither of them disturbed anything, but rather they were just there. She didn't really care either way, though. As long as they didn't crowd around her excitedly. Niveus Niveus glanced from Ronan to the female, then back again. Oh gosh, too many around him, even if it was only two others. Where was Pullus when he needed him?! Slowly he stood, attempting to keep the fact that he was panicing on the inside. His blue halo hovered low abover his head, as his ears perked slightly. His gaze turned back to the female, before he blinked. It was more of he would had hoped he had not disturbed anything.
Turning his attention back to Rona, he shook his head slowly. "No, ..y'er not." Ronan Ronan nodded his head, clearly seeing the distance between the two angelics. He sat back, showing the male angelic that he meant no harm or overexcitement. He was sure he got enough of that from his hyper brother. "In that case, I have a favor to ask of you. Would you happen to know of a cottage anywhere near here? I'm asking since you have a greater view with flight." He hoped beyond hope that the other had an answer. Lenneth Her ears flickered back and forth between the two males' conversation. A cottage? She hadn't seen or even heard of such a place. Her usual indifference reflected as she continued her gaze into the fire. Though every so often her eyes would glance near one of the males as if out of the slightest hints of curiosity.
Without a doubt, Lenneth was no little do-it-all helper by any means. She was by no means selfish, but rather strict to her duties. Only orders from the gods and what she felt was right did she then act upon. Wherever this cottage was didn't seem very important, nor did this issue seem urgent. After all, if the colorful male had the time to leisurely converse with the angelic male, it was not a dreadful matter. Niveus Niveus ploped down onto his haunches, ears pressing back against his skull, allowing for his bangs the roll over in front of his duel coloured eyes. He canted his head to the side as he thought for a moment, both in attempts to keep himself calm and to possibly remember if he knew about a cottage. He had never been to a cottage, as far as he could recall, but spotting one as he flew, that was a different story. He may have seen one before, now he just had to remember.
Turning his gaze back to Ronan he pushed his bangs from his face. "Wha' exac'ly does it look like?" he questioned. Probably not the response the other male was looking for, but Niveus didn't want to say that he had seen it and then have it turn out to be the wrong thing.
His eyes shifted to glance quickly at the female. She certainly was keeping to herself, and the snowy male colouldn't help but wonder if something was bothering her. His attention soon shifted away, staring at people was not polite after all. Ronan Black-tipped ears drooped at the question. "I'm not sure. Terasu didn't describe it to me." All the younger male had said was it was near the HQ, but that was a broad statement. "I'm just trying to find the quickest way there, but I suppose I'm left with nothing to go on." And he had to hurry, if he hoped to find the feathered female still there. Lenneth Her gaze shifted back and forth between the males now. Staring into a fire could only relieve boredom and pass the time for so long. Not to mention if she stared too long she would start seeing brightly colored spots. But even though her attention was upon those two, she stared with indifference in her eyes.
She has seen cottages once or twice, but never around here. Vaguely she remembered what they were like in physical appearances. They were typically made of wooden structures reinforced by other stronger materials. Why was he searching for a cottage anyway? What was so important about this cottage? Niveus The angelic shut his eyes for a moment to think, yes he had seen a few structures here and there, but he could quite figure out which would be the one that the brightly coloured male would be looking for. "Well..." he uttered, opening his eyes, ears soon drooping down as low as they could. "..I've se'n a'few 'ut I co'ldnt tell ye' wha' one ye'r looking for..."
He lifted a furry blue paw and rubed his maw, oh goodness, he was being of no help...As usual. Well there went his self-esteem...If he actually had any left that is. "..'orry..." his head drooped. Why could he never be of any help? That was why he had always shyed away, sitting far away from others or hiding in corners. He was never any help. Ronan The male gave a sigh. "That's alright. I don't expect to find anyone who actually knows the cottage." He tilted his head in concentration. Darn Terasu not giving him directions. He glanced white eyes at the armored angelic. The aura around her did not feel welcoming at the moment, and he turned back to the other male. "Okay then, how about a kitsu named Lily? I believe that is the name Terasu had mentioned. Do you know of her?" It was his last chance of quickly locating the cottage and his friend. Akari The pale blue kitsu wandered in through the doorway slowly. Her golden eyes glanced around HQ slowly as she tried to find familiar faces. As she observed, her pale blue and peach colored tails flickered curiously.
Over by the fire place she saw a familiar face. That brightly colored male named Ronan with an angelic by his side. Her tails only flickered more wildly at this sight. She was excited to see someone new with someone she already knew. But upon further observation, they seemed to carry a serious conversation between the two of them.
Her tails stopped their wild flicker as she made her way closer. Concern filled her eyes as she approached the two, "Hello there, Ronan," She greeted softly. Niveus Lily. The angelic shook his head, no he had never met someone by that name...Nor had he ever heard of any one with that name. He didn't really get out much, due to his fears and of course because of this didn't meet many. The only time he really ever went out was when he was with his twin, and perhaps he knew this person, but Niveus did not. The snowy male sighed, maybe he had been avoiding his brother to face his fears, but over the past days or weeks, however long it had been he had been doing nothing but hide from others.
"I'm 'fraid not." an appologetic look formed upon his face, as his blue halo diped even lower, almost brushing against his hair now. Maybe if he actually got out more and talked to others instead of shying away, he'd actually be able to help in the current matter.
It was then that another approached, causing the male to arch a brow, before a rather nevous feeling consumed him once more. Slowly he inched back just slightly. He didn't know her and well, even if she did seem to know Ronan, it was rather uncomfortable. So he'd do what he always did, sit back and keep quiet unless spoken to. Ronan "Oh. That's okay." Ronan sat, at a lost with no other options. All he could do now was wander and hope to bump into it. Ears flickered as he heard footsteps then a familiar voice. His face beamed when he realized it was Akari. Perhaps she could be of help. At least he had progressed in his mission somewhat since he last saw her. He lifted his paw in greetings."Niveus, I'd like you to meet my friend Akari. Akari, this is Niveus." Akari Her eyes flickered towards the new kitsu. From his movements and gestures, he seemed to feel rather uncomfortable at her presence. Perhaps he was just a bit shy, she figured. But there was no reason to feel shy or uncomfortable, Akari was relatively nice. Thusly, she flashed a soft smile at the male before turning to face Ronan again.
Niveus? A rather cute name. The female turned her head to face Niveus with a paw lifted up as a greeting gesture, "Nice to meet you, Niveus," another soft smile arched upon her maw.
She tilted her head back towards Ronan, "Have you found Setsumi yet since I last met you, Ronan?" Ronan Ronan sweet-dropped at her question. "Not quite. But I know where she's located." He shifted through his memory, trying to figure out how best to say it. "I caught up with her son, Terasu. He in turn told me what has happened thus far. Alot of violence sadly." He cringed at the worst part. "And he left it to me to tell his mother." Great. Niveus He had really hoped that he could have been of some help, how ever it was not to be so. Not now anyways. Long spotted ears rotated forward as Ronan introduced the female. She seemed nice enough, but then everyone always was. There was never any reason to be nervous, but everyone he met he always got that feeling. "Nice t' me't you to."
Niveus sat back and listened to the two speak. Violence? The male canted his head to the side, just what had happened he wondered, but it'd be best not to pry. Knowing Pullus, he'd have drowned them in questions had he even just heard that word. Good thing he wasn't around. Akari "Violence?" Her ears twitched at the rhetorical question. Just what exactly went on about with Setsumi and her child, Terasu? Last she saw the little bugger he was still very young, just a little kit. Cute and innocent. "What happened that violence was involved in?" She asked with concern.
Despite their introductions, Niveus seemed still rather nervous. She had hoped his anxiety would subside over time, but it seemed that his mood didn't want to calm down any time soon. Ronan Ronan's eyes tensed in fustration. He was still very upset at not being there for his friend or her family. "A rogue kitsu attacked. Terasu...said once while him and the Fullmetal runt were still kits. Then again, but this time the runt was alone." He shook his head, not wanting to believe his own words. "Terasu has left to go find him; see if he is alright. But I have to find Setsumi before moving forward." His maw frowned, hoping the femme was in her right mind when he found her. Niveus Slowly the angelic's tails wrapped around his legs, coiling about until his feet were no longer visible. Violence, he hated such things, and it seemed that there was quite a bit of it going on. Pullus would probably be pleased about such things. He shook his head, not the time to think about his brother. It seemed that Ronan had a message to deliver, and that would explain why he was looking for that cabin.
His body tensed as he let out an almost silent sigh. His ears were loped over like a rabbit's as he tilted his head upwards. Now how could he help? ... Pages 4903 - 4929 ...
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:05 pm
{ C O M E . & . G O } Grim A sigh escaped the skeletal maw, as the Reaper pressed his back asgainst a rock. Lifting a paw he gently rubbed his temple. Oh he had such a splitting headache. The skeleton had been up all night without sleep collecting souls, and it wasn't just chasing down old folk, oh no it was not that simple. Last night had been hell, so to speak. This headache would not go away any time soon it seemed, and Death was beging to become annoied with it.
His tails gently coiled around the handle of his scythe, as he attempted to keep it held up steady, but was clearly too distracted by the throbbing within his skull as the weapon would jerk every few minutes.
"Ugh, now what was Granny's recepie to get rid of these darn headaches?" he moaned, as he placed his paw back down on the ground, attempting to think. Of course he could just summon the book of his Granny's many recepies, but summoning things took concentration, which he did not have at the moment due to the headache.
Maggoty ears swivveled back as a tiny little squirrel bounded before him. Staring at him with its large eyes, nose and tail twitching. It chittered for a moment before taking a step towards the skeleton. Grim blinked, it wasn't often cute things approached him. He raised a paw, streaching it out to give the creature a pat on its head when- "OW!" The stupid thing bit him, and hard before turning and bounding off, chittering along the way. "No one mocks Death!" Grim grunted, a rather peeved look on his face. "Today is not my day..." Mandy Mandy could easily hear Grim's belly aching from a few yards away. He was always so loud about it, so obnoxious; he was like a full grown, skeletal baby. Naturally the blonde rolls her eyes, but in any case would let herself continue on her way to go and see Grim if only because this is a prime opportunity to make his life even more of a living Hell. It's what she delights in.
As she comes upon him, she is able to catch the sight of the approaching squirrel that, while disgustingly cute (the sort of cute that would make her vomit but would make others go "aww"), quite suddenly bites Grim! This would've gotten a laugh out of her; instead it just gets a tiny smirk of bemusement, especially given Grim's reaction as he continues to cry and moan like a little girl.
"No one mocks Death? Is that the best you can come up with Grim?" she inquires as she walks around his side, letting her long tails brush up against his robes and over his flank as she passes by, circling to his front and looking closely at him. "That little squirrel took quite a bite and you weren't even fast enough to give it a touch of cold. Dare I say, you're off your game..." Grim The Reaper's eyes widened as that voice that would chills run down anyone's spine floated though the air. The male's ears pined back as he looked to find Mandy. "I'm tired, I do need sleep every now and then." he huffed, watching her walk about his side to his front. "Or at least some coffee." He slowly moved his tails back, resting his scythe against the rock.
"When'd you get here anyways." a scowl, the best the Reaper could pull at the moment. A tired Grim was a cranky Grim, but cranky usually just ment overly whiney. Besides, wasn't he allowed to be off his game every now and then? It wasn't as though he was going to constantly let stupid little animals and old people get the better of him again, like when he had first met Billy and Mandy. No, he was not going down that road again. He was already stuck with Mandy, and thank goodness Billy was MIA, perhaps the little bugger had gotten eaten. Now that would have made him laugh.
He arched a brow, not really expecting to get a decent answer from the female. All he knew was that now that she was here, his headache would be getting a lot worse, she'd probably see to it. Oh, how he hated being bossed around by that darn girl. Mandy "I always found it odd that a creature of the Underworld needed to sleep. Or, well, at least you anyway, Bag O'Bones. After all, every moment a person dies, just like every moment a person.. is born." She apparently doesn't like that idea, but Mandy has always been a rather morbid woman, even as a child death was something she was fascinated with. "So, why would Death need to sleep when his job is a full time one? In fact, sleep is something only mortals experience, not beings from other planes or dimensions."
She takes a seat nearby, curling her tails around her front paws. Her ears splay along the side of her head as she closes her red eyes for a few seconds then opens them; at the same moment she also begins to speak again, "So it would also appear to me that you're just a pathetic Grim Reaper if you're stifled by something as human as sleep or fatigue. Boredom may be something I could possibly understand, but never fatigue."
A casual glance down to a forepaw before she brings it up for inspection then sets it down. "And you know me, Grim... I come and go as I please. When shouldn't matter." Grim Yes it was rather odd that Grim needed sleep, after all he wasn't living and as such he shouldn't need something that mortals did. Perhaps he had grown so accustomed to it that his skeletal body now actualy believed it needed sleep when in fact it didn't. Such thing weren't important however, as he needed it and it was all that mattered.
"If anything I blame living with you and Billy all those years." a blank look crossed his face. Living with the two would have made anyone tired, even if he no longer living with either of the two. Perhaps he'd grow out of this need for sleep, but not just yet, he was being far too dependant on it. "And my job may be a full time one, but that doesn't mean that I have to be at every stupid mortal death." He could let others handle one's he didn't want to go and do, but most of the time it was he who was doing a lot of the work.
His calws tapped gently against the ground, a tipical Mandy response, he had expected no less. It was true, she did come and go as she pleased. ... Pages 5822 - 5824 Mountian Thread ...
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:06 pm
{ B R Y - S O M E T H I N G . O R . O T H E R } Pullus A yawn escaped the maw of the sandy coloured angelic, as he slowly walked backwards amonst the trees. His long ears were flicked back, pressed gently against his skull as he humed almost silently to himself. "T'get where y'er go'n y' got t' go backw'rds." Blue tails swished back and forth as he sung his little song. it wasn't entirly odd to find the male known as Pullus singing, but everything he ever sang was often quite bizare, or at least gory. "'ave t' run th' o'her waaaaaaay~"
He paused in his backwards steps to fluff his wings, soon droping onto his haunches with another yawn. Oh what a boring day. Nothing to do, no one to bother, not even his dear ole brother to cast nightmares upon. It was so boring that the angelic almost let out a sigh, almost. "N'w where wa' I?" he questioned himself with a shake of his head. Bryna Bryna had been listening to the song for a few minutes as Pullus approached from his rather odd angle. Well, odd to most people, Bryna didn't really think twice about it.
The little silver teen with the black coat floated down from the tree branch she'd been sitting on just a few feet above the angelic's head. "You were walking backwards and about to run the other way?" At least that's what he was singing, she wasn't sure if he'd actually planned to do it. Pullus Pullus' ears twitched, swiftly perking up, as a voice rang out. Blue and pink eyes glanced upwards only to spot a rather odd looking female. Ok, well maybe not so odd, but her outfit certainly was different. "Ah yes." he grined, tails slowly coiling around his body. he shut his eyes for a moment to regain his train of thought. "Now 'ow did tha' song go ag'in?" he questioned himself be looking to the young female.
"You wo'ldn't 'appen t' know 'ow it finishes would y'u?" Bryna Bryna flipped over upside down in her floating position so her head at least was on an eye level with the angelic of the dual-colored eyes. "Never heard it before today. Sorry."
She stuck an arm out and wiggled it at him in greeting, seemingly realizing she had yet to say hello. "Hi! I'm Bryna." She fished around in a pocket that somehow refrained from spilling its contents and held out a paperclip. "You want a paperclip?" Pullus The angelic frowned, "To' bad. 'm sure it 'ad t'do wit' nigh'mares." Though if it hadn't had anything to do with nightmares he would have added it in, like he always did. He opened his mouth to continue the song when the female who had just said something about being called Bry-something or other, asked about...Paperclips.
"Wha...?" he blinked canting his head to the side. "'aperclip? Uh, n'thanks. I don't l'ke 'em?" he lifted a paw to scratch his maw, somewhat confused as to why it was a paperclip that was being ofered to him. Bryna Bryna shrugged and popped the paperclip in her mouth between her teeth. "'S your choice." She flipped upright again, keep her head at eye level with the angelic. "What's your name?" Pullus "Pullus." he uttered, his right wing stretching out onto the ground. "Did y' fall on yo'r 'ead or som'thing?" he just had to ask because paperclips, who in their right mind even used those things? Let alone, carried them around. "I woul' 'ate to see wh't you dre'm about." he commented more of to himself then anything else. Even if dreams were his twin's department one could only image the strange things that one that carried paperclips would dream about. What would someone like that have as a nightmare? Visions of staplers? Bryna Bryna tilted her head curiously. "Pullus." That was a new sort of name. "No, I never got dropped on my head. They couldn't drop me, I'd just float." She looked quite proud of herself at that, though she figured that ought to have been obvious. She was floating now after all.
"Dream? What's a dream?" She'd never had a dream. At least, she didn't think she had. If she did she didn't remember it. It was possible she'd had dreams before; but, lacking the ability to have an emotional response, they weren't exactly memorable enough to be carried in her consciousness after waking. Pullus The male nodded slowly. Made sense, that floating and all, he had seen that kind of thing before. Though it would always be a tad strange when the one floating didn't happen to have wings, or at least Bry-whatever it was didn't seem to have any. Pullus had to of course hold back the rising urge to poke the girl and see if she'd drop to the ground, that would not be nice. But he wasn't nice, he was insane, either way he held back for the time being.
The angelic blinked as she asked her question. What was a dream? Ok maybe the kid only had nightmares, after all he only ever had nightmares, well unless Niveus gave him a dream but that was never often. "Well wha' about nightm'res? Y'u've 'ad on' o' those right?" he stared at her, she had to have had one of those if she hadn't had a dream. Bryna "You mean those big kitsu with the horns? I was told we used to have one, but she doesn't live with us anymore." Nope... Bryna hadn't had any of those, either, that she knew of. It took an emotional response of fear, horror, and/or disgust to even recognize having had one, and Bryna simply... didn't have that response to give most of the time. Pullus Pullus simply stared in shock, or was it horror. She knew nothing of dreams or nightmares. What kind of child was this? This was certainly a crushing blow, to have met up with one that had never had a nightmare or dream. To meet someone who knew nothing of those things. "No no no." he shook his head, stretching out his left wing onto the ground. "Th' kind o' nigh'mare wh'n yo' sleep and then 'ake up in a 'old swe't screaming in terror, p'nic in y'er eyes t' afraid t' go back to sleep." he grined quite widly at that, licking his chops. Oh how he loved nightmares.
"Now wh't did y'say yo'r name was?" he lifted a wing and placed it around her, pulling her closer to him. "Never mind, 'ere is clearly som'thing 'rong if yo've never 'ad a nigh'mare. Som'thing which I do b'lieve I 'an fix." he snickered. Bryna Bryna looked up blankly for a moment. "Bryna. My name's Bryna." She peered at him curiously. "How can you help me have nightmares?" If she'd have to feel terror and panic to have a nightmare, well, she'd have to disappoint him, she guessed. But she'd hear him out first, just in case. Pullus The grin upon the male's face only seemed to grow. "I' got powers. I ca'n make anyon' 'ave a nigh'mare, or the'r worst nightm're." he chuckled a bit, the idea of the female never having one because she couldn't never even poping into his mind. "It's wha' I do. I live 'or ter'or, I 'ove it." In his mind this was perfect, she wasn't objecting and that ment that he'd get to do what he did best. hand out nightmares. Bryna Bryna gently dislodged herself from under his wing. "That's nice of you, and all, but unless you know someone who could help me feel things first..." She shrugged. "'Cause you said I'd have to be all terrored and panicky. I don't feel much of anything, much less that." :< If she could she'd feel bad. She was probably the only person who could say they were looking forward to having a nightmare... well, aside from Pullus. Pullus He simply stared for a moment, before allowing the top of his head to fall to the ground with a thud. "O'course." he muttered. It was just his luck, find someone who wouldn't push him away from giving a nightmare and they can't feel. Last he checked emotions were greatly required for nightmares, he had never realized how limited his nightmares were. Well he knew that they didn't work on that one soul-less guy back home, but that was just him, there was that other guy without a soul that nightmares worked on. He couldn't figure that one out, but it had never occured to him that his victems so to speak would need to have emotions, or at least a form of fear within them. After all if they didn't it would just be a dream, what his brother delt with, well kind of. "Just m'luck." Bryna Aww. He looked sad now. :< She felt a twinge, a little twinge, of sympathy. "Well, you can give me a nightmare next time I have one of those days when I can feel stuff. I'll look for you, anyway. Being afraid for the first time sounds kinda fun." An odd sentiment, perhaps, but then Bryna wasn't exactly the most mundane of people. ... Pages 7721 - 7723 Mountain Thread ...
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 11:05 pm
{ R A I N B O W . S T R I N G } Niveus It had been quite some time since he had been home, and the angelic's fur was starting to look somewhat ragged, dispite his constant attempts at keeping it neat and clean. It, in fact had been even longer still that he had last seen his brother, his twin and the snow coloured male was begining to feel fairly guilty about it. After all it had been he who had run off as he did, and he was certainly paying for it now with everything that was building up inside him. After all it was his brother that had started the arguement, not him. It was always his brother, but then again he'd never been away from him for this long and life was begining to get rather lonely.
Slowly he made his way through the grass, tails curled behind him as his large pink and black wings rested gently upon his back. His ears were drooped and over all he certainly wasn't a plesant sight for an angelic. He wanted to go back home, but he clearly wasn't ready to bring himself to do so, at least not without a push. Not very like Nievus to be so studorn, perhaps his brother's ways were rubbing off on him.
He quietly began to hum. Bryna Bryna floated just above the grass, looking for the sparkly rock she had picked up earlier that seemed to have fallen out of her pocket. More like she was trying to find her trail, since she'd actually been zipping about through the grass earlier, but it was proving itself to be rather difficult to find.
She frowned and paused in position, spinning slowly around to see if she could find any signs of her earlier disturbance. Instead she spotted pink and black feathers and pale lavender tails with spots. This of course piqued her curiosity and she floated closer before spying the other kitsu in full. It took all of five seconds to register why he seemed familiar. "You look like the guy that offered to give me nightmares! ...Sorta." This was much better than sparkly rocks. Or at least, she hoped it was. Niveus The angelic's ears swiftly swirved upwards before returning to their droopy position. Slowly he turned his head his blue halo bobing up and down above him as he moved. He hadn't thought that he would have run into someone out here, or perhaps he had simply been hoping that he wouldn't, after all when one is shy.
The male blinked as he looked at what appered to be a young female floating above the grass. She didn't look to have wings, so the whole floating thing was quite odd. Canting his head to the side, he fully turned to face the young female. He was about to back up a bit, when the female spoke of someone offering nightmares. "Y' know Pullus?" he questioned. His brother was the only one who he knew looked like him and offered to give people nightmares. Bryna Bryna nodded enthusiastically. "I met him once. He was nice. Too bad about the nightmares, I wanted to try one." Her ears drooped a bit and she allowed herself to float to the ground. People seemed disconcerted about her floating sometimes. She couldn't figure out why.
She sat up on her hind legs with her front legs tucked against her chest so she was closer to eye-level with him. "I'm Bryna! What's your name? Do you do dreams? He said something about dreams, but he does nightmares, and I can't have any of those. I dunno if I can have dreams either... least I never had one before. Are they fun?" Bryna wasn't necessarily the best person for a shy kitsu to run into, but she was also far from the worst. She was, however, decidedly not shy. Niveus Niveus comtinued to stare. Pullus, nice? She wanted to try a nightmare? Was he in the twilight zone or something? What was going on? He wasn't gone that long that his twin would be acting nice to people. He gave his head a shake, he'd figure it out later, no need to confuse himself with such things as his brother being called 'nice' at the moment.
He nodded slowly, "Yes, I cr'te dre'ms." How picular that one would not be able to have nightmare or dreams, but it wasn't unheard of. "W'll dre'ms us'ly make people 'appy..." his voice slowly trailed off, he didn't use his powers as much as his brother, but it wasn't that which seemed to be concerning him. "I 'aven't 'ad a good dream in'a long tim' thou'h." Lifting a paw he rubbed his snout.
"I'm Niveus." Bryna Bryna tilted her head in thought after his comment about dreams making people happy. Then he said he hadn't had any good dreams in a while. "Can you not give yourself a good dream?" Curious curious curious.
After a moment's deliberation. "Do you have to feel something to have a dream?" If dreams were reliant on emotion too she guessed she was pretty SOL unless she could talk Nahanni or Ed into going with her to find one of these guys, and even then she wasn't sure if it would work. Niveus Had it been Pullus that Bryna was talking to she would have gotten a laugh from her question, however seeing as it was not the male before her simply turned his gaze towards the ground. "M' bro'her's an'mine powers can not affe't ourselves, but we c'n use our po'ers on each o'her only with permi'sion." It was amazing that the snowy male was speaking so much, and sitting as close as he was to the young female, but one would guess that a few months by yourself would cause even the quietest of Kitsusagi to be pleased when they found some company. Well, if Niveus was pleased that constant frown on his maw certainly wasn't showing it.
The female's next question caued a puzzled look to form on the angelic's face. Now that was a good question. "I'm n't sure..." Niveus tilted his head up towards the sky, as he started at the clouds. "Maybe, f'r th' dreams tha' make 'ye 'appy, but there ar' oth'r kinds o' dre'ms." He turned his gaze back down towards Bryna. "Dre'ms th't make no sense migh' n't requ're one t' 'ave emotions." Bryna Bryna frowned at his answer. "I'm sorry." So he couldn't even have good dreams when he wanted them? That was... almost... sad. His next answer made her p***k her ears forward, however.
Dreams that make no sense might not require emotions? Well... seeing as confusion was more a state of mind than an actual emotion, and she was capable of getting confused, that might work. But first...
She dug around in her coat pockets for a minute and pulled out a length of rainbow colored string and offered it to him. Her sister Kestrel had given it to her a long time ago, and she'd been carrying it around, but she never really did anything with it. Maybe if she gave Niveus a gift he'd be happy enough to have a good dream tonight? "Here, you can have my string for a present." Niveus It took a few minutes for the gesture to fully soak into the snowy male's mind. She was offering him a gift. Him! He blinked, entirly unsure as to what he was suposed to do. He'd never been given a gift before, so this was entirly new to him. It simply struck his mind that this had to be one of the kindest things that had ever been done for him.
"A-a-are y' sure?" he stammered, reaching out his paw to take the brightly coloured string from her. His ears had perked up just slightly, and more so he was still in shock that someone had actually offered him a gift. After all he wasn't the most cheerest of people to be around, in fact he was quite often glum, and that certainly didn't strike him as someone that would ever recieve a present from anyone.
The frown that seemed to be forever plastered on his face curved ever so slightly into a small smile, if only for a moment. Bryna Bryna nodded. "You look like you need a piece of rainbow more than I do. I can't really get happy or sad, so it doesn't do me much good. Maybe it can lure some happy dreams over for you." There was something about people being genuinely sad that touched Bryna's almost-heart and made her want to do something to cheer them up a bit... a bit odd, perhaps, but there it was. Matters were a little different in some cases... such as if she didn't like a person, or if they were upset because she pranked them. Maybe it had something to do with the uneasy air at home when some of her housemates started feeling depressed.
"How do you make dreams? Or... do you just... do it?" Like how she floated and such. She'd just started doing it, didn't really have any idea how. Which was why she just said it was because her dad was awesome and she got it from him. Niveus Niveus took the string, gently tying it around his left forepaw, he didn't want to loose it now and with the knot he had tied he didn't plan to. It must be odd for someone to not be able to feel emotions like happiness and sadness, but if one was born that way they were probably fine with it, as Bryna seemed to be in his eyes. "Th'nk you." he uttered softly, placing his paw, which now had the rainbow string tied around it back down on the ground.
"How d' I m'ke dre'ms?" he repeated, blinking his blue and pink eyes. "Well," he began his tails coiling around his legs. "I'm n't too sure." he had just always been able to do so, as had his brother and quite honestly nither of the two knew why. "If th' per'ons asl'ep, I c'n w'isper in their ear." he nodded slowly, using his powers was easier for him when the one he wanted to use it on was asleep, though he could use his powers on those whom were awake as well. "If th' person' awake th'n I 'ave t' trig'er th' dre'm by touch. Tha' makes 'em fall asleep. B't my po'ers don't al'ys work. Pullus is bet'er at using 'is powers th'n me." Bryna Bryna listened raptly. Well... he didn't know how it worked, but he knew the mechanics of when it could. That was still interesting. "Yeah, but Pullus' nightmares won't work on me, 'cause I can't be afraid. Not most the time, anyway. I usually don't feel stuff for more'n maybe five a minutes a day and I can't ever figure out how to feel a particular thing to try it." =| "I dunno if dreams would work on me either..." She frowned slightly. She knew someone who could use some good dreams, though. But she'd given her gift to be nice and she didn't want to make it seem like she was trying to get something back for it. DX Niveus Niveus nodded, that was a good thing in his books, but she had said before that she wanted to have a nightmare, so then again perhaps the fact that his twin couldn't cause her to have a nightmare was a bad thing. After all if she wanted one it wasn't fair that she couldn't experience one for the first time.
His ears rose, causing his pink hair to roll down into his face. "I co'ld try an' make y' 'ave a dre'm if y'u want." he spoke, not quite sure if he'd even be able to give her one even if she was able to dream. Bryna Bryna looked thoughtful for several moments. "Well... s'not like I'm out anything if you try, right? I don't guess it could hurt..." She seemed to mull it over for a few moments. "Well... it might work if it turns out a nonsense dream. Do I need t'do anything special?" She was perhaps picking up just a little bit on his manner of speaking, but it didn't seem intentional. Niveus The male attempted a smile, but nothing came, he really needed to work on the whole 'being happy' thing. He was happier then he had been before, but he still couldn't keep up a smile. Niveus soon gave a small shake of his head, "N'pe you jus' need t' sit 'ere." It had been some time since he had last given someone a dream, quite often he was far too shy or worried of messing up to give one to another, but every now and then he'd come out and at least try and give a dream to someone.
He took a deep breath, shutting his eyes, as his ears pressed back against his skull. He just had to focus on the task at hand. Focus. He slowly lifted his left forepaw, gently placing it upon Bryna's forehead. Almost silently he uttered something, slighly slured or perhaps not in English. Whatever it was that he had said had been voiced at clearly no more then a silent whisper.
Removing his paw from her forehead, he slowly opened one eye wondering if it had worked. Bryna Bryna drooped to the ground, forepaws stretching out in front of her as she slid downward. Her eyes followed suit, and soon she just lay there sound asleep, one ear and one tail flicking at different intervals.
There were a bunch of... oh... pictures in her head that didn't seem to have any reason or rhyme, some she identified and some that seemed a blob of several things mixed together. None of it really made enough of an impression on her for her to recall it after it finished and she slowly woke up a few minutes later.
She yawned and sat up, shaking her head, and blinked not-entirely-awake eyes at Niveus. "I saw pictures in my head... don't remember what they were doing. Was that a dream?" Niveus The angelic slowly opened his other eye and the young female slowly slid down to the ground. Well at least the first part of his power worked. She fell asleep, and that was more then the male had expected to happen. He hadn't even been sure that he'd of been able to focus enough to get her to fall asleep. Clearly he had been wrong.
Niveus sat there quietly, humming as he waited for the female to awaken. He hoped that she'd at least be able to have some kind of dream.
A few minutes passed, and the sound of a yawn made it to his ears. He stoped humming and looked down to Bryna, soon hearing that she had seen pictures in her head while she had slept.
It had worked!
"Yeah." he nodded. "It's n't of'en tha' people rem'mber what they dream.." he paused thinking things over. That wasn't entirly true, but it did depend and sometime people remembered dreams and sometimes they didn't. "But s'metimes th'y rem'ber." Bryna Bryna squeeled delightedly and hopped around. "I had a dream! I had a dream!" She bounced over and hugged Niveus' leg. "Thank you!"
She then let go of him and ran in a brief circle, still excited but obviously not sure what to do with herself. "Ooh, I wanna go tell everybody! Is that ok?" She didn't want to just run off and leave after he managed to help her have a dream. You just don't do that kinda thing to people you like that help you with stuff you can't do on your own. Niveus Niveus stiffed as the female grabed his leg and huged it. Being as shy as he was, he wasn't quite used to being touched, let alone huged. However the matter was quickly brushed off as Bryna seemed quite pleased to have had a dream and he was glad to have helped.
He attempted another smile, still nothing. Yeah, he'd deffinatly have to work on that. "Sure." he uttered with a swift nod of his head. "See y' aro'nd." ... Pages 8027 - 8032 Mountian Thread ...
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 12:20 pm
{ I D I O T . A N D . B E A U T Y } Amadeo The light colored adult, appeared out of nowhere, looking rather perplexed no less. After a moment he huffed "CARRARA! You witch!" he shouted and glared around, but his sister was no-where to be seen. Typical. He was enjoying himself, so of course she had to zap him elsewhere. He hated that their father tought her that. If only you could Un-Teach something. But Severus was pretty adament about not using mind altering spells or potions on his children. With a sigh he looked around, tails swaying as he tried to find something interesting to keep his always jumping mind entertained. Acerbus Bright orange-brown tails twitched, as a rather short adult male skurried (stopping every now and then) trough the area. His six earrings swung gently back and forth with each step he took, as the tags upon his collar let out a small 'jingle' sound. The male would have kept on skurring about, muttering whatever he seemed to be if there hadn't have been a strange sound and then POOF some strange male appeared out of thin air. His ears swiviled back as he listened to the other male shout out a curse or something at someone, who didn't seem to be about. "Crazy, or what...." he muttered quietly to himself with a slight snicker. Amadeo It was quiet debateable if the male was crazy or not, given his parentage, family and upbringing, it was a very good possibility. However, he had excellent hearing. He turned his head to find a most unusual looking kitsusagi. "Ehhhh, hello there!" he said breaking out into a wide, goofy, grin. "My names Amadeo, whats yours? I've never seen another like you, are there any others? Are you the only one?" he asked, running a million miles an hour through various questions. Acerbus Acerbus blinked for a moment as the other turned to him and as his mouth opened, Acerbus' eyes widened. 'OH GOOD LORD WHY?! WHYYYY?' It was always the chatty people he ended up running into. Chatty people and kids little icky kids. Never any hot female, oh where were the hot females?
"Uhhh...." he opened his maw, his lime eyes squinting a bit. "...I am Acerbus. Call me Acer." He spoke idily flicking a paw. A rather blank look soon cross his face, soon replaced with a somewhat frustrated look. "What exactly do you mean when you say you've never seen another like me?" A grunt escaped him, as he didn't even bother answering the last question. After all he was a tad different, he was short, quite squirrel like among other things...It was official, his life sucked. Amadeo The fact that he could have insulted the other male, didnt even cross Amadeo's mind. He tilted his head "Well i mean, look at you." he said rather bluntly. It would be safe to say, Amadeo's screening process for what exits his mouth, is a little haywire if its existant at all. "Your not like other kitsusagi...your fluffier...smaller, but larger then a bobtail...but not as fluffy as a snow...and you seem kind of...wirey" he said nodding his head firmly with a grin. Acerbus His jaw droped, all he could do was just stand there and stare. 'He did not just...Holy crap! ...HOLY CRAP!' Left eye twitching, his ears droped down to the side of his face. This guy, seriously. "......." Acerbus was lost for words, nothing was coming to mind which was quite a first. Never had anyone so bluntly came out and said such things about him. Now sure they were all true, but it wasn't as though he himself would admit to such things.
"...A-are....Did...." he was stammering, his mind was drawing a blank for any word found in a dictionary. He couldn't even come up with some kind of rude retort, he was beaten and he hadn't even started playing the game.
"...crap..." Amadeo Amadeo couldnt understand it. He tilted his head again "Are you ok? " he asked, wondering why the wirey little guy had suddenly gotten so quiet. "Do you need a drink of water, something to eat? Do you have a medical condition thats acting up?" he suddenly looked worried, if Acerbus was having some sort of medical issue, he wouldnt know what to do. Who would he call if something happened?! Acerbus The male's tails were twitching far more violently then normal, though being the small thing he was it probably wouldn't have been described then more of of a 'squirrel spaz'. "You're...." he spat out, his head lowering as his look soured. His long furry ears were sticking straight out at the side of his head quite oddly, as he began to grumble to himself. Oh how he'd rather be stuck in a room with a bunch of little kids. No wait, scratch that. That would be far worse. Though it was certainly looking better then his current situation.
"YOU'RE AN IDIOT!" he snapped, his left eye twitching once more. Amadeo Amadeo's eyes went wide with surprise. He was just asking if the little critter was alright, and then he was greeted with this! He put a paw to his chest, in a hurt manner "Well....You are entitled to your opinion, i myself think thats a little harsh, but if thats how you feel" he nodded. Then tilted his head again "are you aware your tails seem to be twitching rather rapidly? And, " he squinted, looking at Acerbus quiet closely "your eye, it seems to be twitching, do you have a hair in it? Your quiet fluffy so thats always a problem with the fluffier ones. Maybe we should go to the pond so you can wash it out. I find that always helps" he nodded as though he were rambling about something important. Acerbus "NO!" the little orange male shouted, his body slightly jumping off the ground for less then a second. "I do NOT have a hair in my eye!" he glared, trying to stop his eye from twitching though it seemed as though he was far too frustrated for it to still. "NOTHING is wrong with me!" his ears pined themselves back as he snarled. "GAAAAH! In fact I think something is wrong with you!" Amadeo Amadeo squeaked, his eyes going wide in a moment of surprise, but then he thought, 'something wrong with me?' He gasped again and then frantically began looking all over himself "Am i cut? Is there something hanging off me?! I dont feel anything wrong!" When he finished his inspection, he let out a sigh of relief. "No cuts or missing parts" he said obviously relieved "You know, its not nice to startle someone like that" he said bursting out into a giggle "But you seem quiet wirey, should you be sleeping right now? Am i keeping you up!" he asked, looking worried again. Acerbus Acerbus watched as Amadeo looked himself over, this guy was a nut-job so very much so. Oh he didn't even know what to say, he didn't even know what to think! He'd never felt so flustered in his entire life, well there was that one time with the reaper and-er no, not the time to think about that.
"No..." he cringed, the fur upon his back standing on end. "You are not keeping me up...Though..." he paused trying to find a way to word things, not that he believed he be able to get through to the idiot before him. "Let me ask, did you just escape from a mental hospital?" Amadeo Amadeo had to think about that for a few minutes, his golden orbs drifting off into the distance before returning back to Acerbus "I dont believe so. Although i'm not sure exactly where i was...my sister has a tendancy to teleport me places when she gets bored" he said nodding his head with a smile. Carrara "And with good reason" a female voice said coming up behind Acerbus. She shot her brother a glare. "You'll have to excuse him, " she said softly, shaking her head to re-arrange the large scarf around her neck. Carrara had a certain grace about her, she walked with such confidence that she seemed comfortable in any situation. "He's oblivious to pretty much everything" she said with a slow moving smirk. Acerbus The other male's reply didn't shock him...Much he was starting to get used to the fact that no matter what he did or said the other would say something else that would irritate him to the point of his squirrel-kitsu like body would just explode. He liked a paw, smacking it on his forehead. 'Why....Whhhyyy~'
His furry ear shot up as feminine voice came out from behind him. Quickly he swirved around to spot a beautiful female. She was...related to him?! She certainly didn't seem like it, but they did have share a certain resemblance. 'The world doesn't hate me!' where the first things to come to mind, after all there was a female here. A female! Oh sweet gods, finally a female!
"Hi?" Amadeo Amadeo grew oddly quiet, and he never took his eyes off his sister. "Carrie..." he started before being silenced by another of her glares. "....nevermind" he said softly. Carrara Carrara smirked, she had her brother trained pretty well. If he didnt want to end up in the middle of a pond or lake, he had to remain SILENT around her. And not call her Carrie. She put a paw into her scarf and with a swift movement, Amadeo disappeared with a last yelp. She bowed her head ever so slightly in greeting "Hello, my names Carrara, not Carrie" she said emphasizing her name wasnt Carrie and under no circumstances was she to be called Carrie. Acerbus Acerbus was quite shocked at how quiet Amadeo had become, and before he could comment on that fact the other male dissapered. His lime eyes widened, how did he...What did she? Wow, it was simply wow. Well that would explain how he randomly appeared out of nowhere before.
"Pleasure to meet you Carrara. I'm Acerbus." he smirked, his tails stilling and the twitch vanishing as though it had never been there. "But you can call me whatever you want." Carrara Carrara quirked a brow, and laughed softly, a chuckle in her throat. "Alright then" she said with a smirk She noticed Acerbus' odd structure, and the fact that he was different then others, but unlike her brother, she kept her observations to herself. "Are you from around here?" she asked, sitting down gracefully, her stripped tails wrapping around her paws. Acerbus Ah what a plesant conversation, especially compared to the previous one he had been having with her brother. He clearly would not be forgetting that conversation for a long time, after all he'd need to remember who to run from if he ever spoted an annoying person again. "I'm from the mountain." he spoke with a flick of his tails. "But more importantly, has anyone ever told you are beautiful you are?" Oh the flirting. Carrara A delicate brow quirked, and another smirk crept over her maw "I usually never leave my forest to hear such compliments" she said with a chuckle "i only left because i figured Amadeo was annoying someone other then family" she laughed. Acerbus "Well then it certainly is quite fortunate for me then." he spoke, a tiny grin curling onto his lightly coloured maw. "You really should leave it more often, I'm sure you'd find you'd get a lot of compliments such as that." Slowly his tails wrapped around his small body, making it appear as though the male was wearing a very furry coat. "Yes I'm quite sure you'd get many many compliments." Carrara Carrara chuckled "your quiet the flirty one arnt you?" she asked with an amused smile. It was nice though, to have someone to flirt with. It made her feel...womanly. Which was rare. She was surprised to find, that she enjoyed it. "Its nice, to feel...appreciated" she said, her crimson orbs shifting over the small males frame. After a moment of repreve, she shifted her gaze back to him, smiling "Its nice..." she said more softly. Acerbus "Me flirty, I don't kow what you're talking about." he snickered, with the flick of an ear, his earrings jingling. "Well we can't have someone with beauty such as yours feeling under appreciated, now can we?" he nodded, no female should feel like that, not if he had anything to say about it. ... Pages 6247 - 6248 ...
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 12:36 pm
{ H E L L O . J A C K } Pullus "MON'HS! MONTHS!" came a frantic cry as a sandy coloured angelic darted though the skys, his black and blue wings working overtime as he soared above the trees. Duel coloured eyes glaced at the objects beneath, looking for something in pirticular, but it was quite clear with the way the male was acting, that what he was looking for wasn't there. "I'm g'unna kil' 'im!" he snarled, his spotted ears pining back against his skull.
Pullus was not in the best of moods, he seemed to be going through a bit of twin withdrawl, as his younger twin brother had gone off months ago and he hadn't seen him since. They'd never been apart for so long, and clearly it seemed to be affecting the nightmare creator.
His tails swished violently as he swooped down onto a large rock, letting out a sigh as he droped to his haunches. "Whe'e c'uld 'e 'ave gone?" he spoke aloud, as a defeated pout met his lips.
Oh he'd tell his brother off the next time he saw him, after all it was his brother that willingly let him give him nightmares, well Niveus would have to willingly let him, but that was another thing entirly.
"Coooome t' meeeee~ souls o' th' deaaaaad!" the angelic began to sing. What exactly was not to be sure, he always seemed to make up strange strange songs. Jack Spicer "Well, Wuya..if I knew personally, I'd tell you..", Jack muttered, taking a quicken step to match his guardian. Times like this he wished that she were actually human, since they can't really be away from each other.
"Shush!", Wuya barked in her normal raspy tone, hearing a faint voice coming.. "Listen, boy..do you hear that?"
Jack stopped beside her, lifting his ears up. "..Singing?", he muttered to her, before picking her up and placing her on his head. He began to follow the voice, since..it's anything better than just Wuya's raspy annoying voice. Pullus "G'osts an' 'lood, eatin' way at torn fl-" his singing paused, long ears darting up. What was that? He was pretty sure he heard something, a whisper perhaps, but still a sound. Sound usually ment something living was around. Living ment they had a mind, they had fears. And fears, oh fears ment they could have nightmares.
"YA'TZEE!"
Quickly he pushed himself off his haunches, giving his wings a flick and a stretch before folding them up onto his back. Pullus turned his head from left to right looking for any sign of life, listening closly for any sound. Be it bird or gohper he could catch it and give it a nightmare, or well he figured he could catch it. Birds were a yes, gohpers maybe no so much, he wasn't that fond of digging.
Giving his rump a wiggle he lept off the rock and onto the ground. "'Ello?" he called out. "'ELLO~" Jack Spicer Jack had then heard the callings for sound, and he popped his head from a close bush. "Hi?", he blinked for a moment, stepping out of the bushes near the rock. Something was quite strange about this kit..he couldn't place a finger...or paw on it, but it just was..
"Hmm..", Wuya let out a small yawn, looking at him also. Obviously Jack and Wuya's thoughts on him were different, since Wuya was acting calm ontop of Jack's head. Pullus AHA!
There was the being, a very pale coloured male, clad in black with bright red hair, and atop his head...Some weird purple thing. Well he wouldn't need to pay any attention to that thing. The bigger they are the harder they fall, right? So then clearly it was the male he'd want to throw nightmares at, after all what could the purple thing possibly be afraid of, the nightmares of the little guardian would probably be a simply snack to him, so go for the big one!
"'ello, 'ello!" he uttered again as he swiftly dashed over to the male, slding up beside him and soon placing one of his large wings over the pale one's back. A sly grin quickly found its way to Pulllus' maw as he looked at the other. "Tell me," the grin grew only wider, "d'you like nigh'mares? Not th'se big guys wit' horns, bu' th' thin's y' dream about. Th' 'ears that eat y'alive, tearin' ap'rt y'er soul 'till there's nothin' left!"
The angelic laughed, his glowing pink halo bobbing up and down above his head.
"I lov' nigh'mares." Jack Spicer "Uh..", Jack tensed a little, as he came close. Listening carefully, he tilted his head, "Uh..Not really..?", he answered, tilting his ears down. "..Why?", he asked him, shivering a little. Ugh, that example will now stay with him for a while..
"Oh...Sounds deliciously evil..", Wuya muttered, sliding onto the grass, letting herself watch them, with a grin planted on her face. Pullus Pullus blinked as he watched the purple guardian slide onto the grass. Strange thing, much strsanger then the guardians back home...No wait, then again, perhaps this guardian wasn't strange at all.
He turned his gaze back to the pale male, his ears drooping a bit. "No?" he repeated, arching a brow. "NO? What is wron' with th' world?! Fear is so enjo'able an' certainly fun t' cause." his slightly distressed tone faded, as his gently flicked his tails back and forth.
"I m' good fri'end 'm Pullus, nigh'mares are m' callin'. I cre'te nightm'res." he snickered as he spoke, his brows lowering, making his facial expression quite devious. "An' I ask'd b'cause y' look like y' co'ld use 'un." Jack Spicer Jack tilted his ears down, then back up. "Oh, so your kinda like the Shadow of Fear?", he asked him, probably knowing he might get a "What?" answer. The Wu wasn't in his possession..but, it was a Wu that brought your greatest fear to rise..
"Don't even try, Jack..", Wuya muttered, rolling her eyes.
Jack looked to her for a moment, then back to Pullus. "A..anyways.. I'm Jack, Jack Spicer..", he answered, "..I don't know though...I really haven't even been dreaming of things..It's like, I sleep, then I wake up..", he sighed, thumping his tails onto the ground. "I..prefer dreams than nightmares though..", he tilted his ears down and chuckled. Pullus Shadow of Fear? 'The hell was that? The sandy angelic just stared, removing his wing from around the other male. There was something out there that had powers like his? Well that would not do. NOT AT ALL!
"Wha'ever tha' is, it's no'thing bu' a copycat!" he huffed. He was the one that gave people nightmares. He was the one that made people live their worst fears, and it should be he alone that possesed such a power.
So the kid's name was Jack...Spy-something or other. Well all he really need to remember was Jack anyways.
Dreams.
"Alw'ys wit' th' dreams! You people make me sick!" he glared, people always wanted good dreams, not bad ones. Speaking of dreams.... "'ey! You 'aven't seen my brother 'ave you?" he questioned, canting his head to the side. "Looks just like me, but snowish 'stead o' sandish. And 'is 'air and wings 'ave pink not blue." He nodded, that was a good enough explination. "Fre'king dream twin, just wait 'till I g't m' paws on 'im..." Jack Spicer "Uh...", he tilted his ears down, and thought for a moment. "Nope, not that I can recall..", he then scratched his chin. "Really....The Shadow of Fear is a very very old item...", he nodded, looking back to him.
"Any..ways..", he muttered, trying to get off the subject of the Shadow of Fear, "But, why? Just because we favor something over another, makes us as we are?" Pullus Drat, no one he had run into had seen his twin. Finding Niveus would be harder then he thought, and he already believed it was going to be hard.
"B'cause!" he uttered, "'d'you know 'ow many people I 'ave t' chase down and force a nigh'mare on 'em 'cause they 'prefer dreams'." The angelic grunted, it would be so much easier for him to just find someone who liked fear and would just like him submerge them in a nightmare. Maybe he wouldn't be so snappy if that was the case, but sadly most everyone he gave nightmares to hated them, kept him chasing. Though it did keep him in shape, and when one often picked fights with people, keeping in shape was a good thing. Jack Spicer "Oh..", Jack looked around, before looking back to Pullus, "....So wait, am I like....caught or something?", he held up a paw close to his chest, and tilted his ears down, flickering a tail or two.
He really didn't want to relive any of his older nightmares, or something worse than it. Obviously he was starting to shake a little at the thought, whimpering a little. Pullus The male angelic couldn't help but burst out laughing at Jack's reaction. "Don' 'ave much o' a backbone do 'ya?" He stood there watching the other, the slight shaking and whimpering was quite amusing, and it was making him really want to just drop a spider or something on the red haired male's back. Ah it would be so hilarious to watch this Jack scream.
"Y' might be, or per'aps not." ... Pages 47 - 51 New Realm Thread ...
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 2:24 pm
{ G U Y . O R . G I R L ? } Kanda Yuu Having left the Mountain soon after his encounter with Nobody and Spade, Kanda wandered through the many trees of the Realm. That earlier meeting had left a bad taste in his mouth. Now, he was merely looking for a good spot to train and work off his frustration. It wasn't long before he was darting between the trees, claws ripping at whatever random something happened to pass before his gaze.
It probably would've been more satisfying to destroy an akuma or two. Unluckily, he hadn't seen hide nor hair of an Earl-created monster since coming to this land. It didn't help that nightmares resembled akuma, he thought bitterly, again recalling the belittling words of Nobody. Mortimer 'Toad' Toynbee Mortimer sat upon a rock his back hunched much in the form of a sitting frog. Never had the green coloured male sat any other way and it was quite bizare that his spine did not suffer for it, though he often brushed it off as due to his mutation. Long black hair rolled down onto his muzzle as his head turned slowly, dark eyes glancing to a nearby tree branch.
In the blink of an eye his long, slimey, green tongue lashed out grabing a bird before retuning to the creatures jaws. There wasn't much chewing involved before the small feathered creature was swallowed.
His pose upon the rock shifted every so slightly as he raised a forepaw. "Wart!" he croaked, a small carnivorous frog looking guardian leaping out of the grass and onto the Toad's held out paw. "Report."
Croaks and gurgles came from the tiny creature as Mortimer listened closed talking it all in, how exactly he could understand what the guardian was saying was unknown.
"'ere?" he questioned, before swiftly leaping off the rock and into the grass. Standing one would notice that his back still remained arched, but just slightly. If he so wished he could straighten himself out and have his posture like that of most others, but he seemed to favor having his back arched be it a lot of very little. His ears perked as his dark eyes looked about, Wart had spoken of someone heading this way, and it seemed to interest him enough to check it out. Kanda Yuu Unrelenting claws continued their quick work. Many trees left in the exorsist's wake would bare the scars of his frustration for ages to come. Nothing existed now except the beating of paws against earth and the energy with which those paws were swung at innocent tools of training.
Cold eyes remained shut as he went. Under normal circumstances, a blindfold would've blocked his vision. However, he hadn't exactly come prepared for this session. It didn't matter, though. His keen senses guided him well enough as he jumped from a low branch he now occupied. A falling leaf was split in two by a well-aimed swipe before Kanda landed easily back on the ground.
His eyes slowly opened, scanning for a clue as to where his blind path may've led him. It'd didn't take long for something out of place to come to his attention. Ears slid back against his skull as he stared hard at a nearby patch of foliage. There was something other than the normal wildlife here. Perhaps an akuma? He readied his form. Maybe he would finally get lucky. Mortimer 'Toad' Toynbee Mortimer remained silent, as he continued to glance around, ears listening intently to find any form of sound. Nothing came, and so he continued to stand back remaining arches as he took one step forward then another. If it was one of those X-Men they wouldn't get the jump on him, he was ready and fully prepared to lash his tongue out at any who dared stand in his way.
His bright red 'T' tattoo upon his shoulder gleemed in the light as he lowered his front half as he sprung up onto the side of a tree, his paws gripping the bark like a tree frog.
With the click of his teeth, Wart soon jumped off into the bushes, perhaps to look around, or simply to stay out of sight unless he was needed.
It took a while for the male to notice a dark ponytail in the not too far off distance. Eyes squinted, as his dirty green tails flicked wildly. "There..." he uttered softly to himself, quickly lashing his tongue out at the object. Kanda Yuu The attack came from a only a few inches higher up than he'd been expecting. However, the invasion of the 'weapon' into his personal space certainly hadn't gone unnoticed. Eyes widened, snapping without hesitation to the unfamiliar object. In a second, he'd sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the strike. Dark hair and clothing whiped around and all three tails flailed to steady his balance.
Booted back paws pushed against the ground, sending him forward before he'd even discovered the origin of the attempt. One or two harmless trees passed his vision before he noticed something as equally unfamiliar clinging to the bark of the next one.
A growl rose in his throat as trained his gaze on his target. Yet, even with his mind so focused on what was right in front of him, he remained wary. That strange weapon, now revealed as the green one's tongue, seemed very similar to a whip. He had to be prepared for an attack from the side. Mortimer 'Toad' Toynbee His long green tongue had just missed its target and was soon returned to the maw of the green male. His razor teeth clentched, as his body slowly moved down the tree, eyes remaining fixed on the one that was now before him. Who was this other? Certainly no member of the X-Men. And more importantly was this other a guy or girl? He couldn't quite tell. The way they did their hair was well odd, not that he'd never seen a guy with a ponytail before, but, well he didn't want to make any assumptions.
Brows lowed as he stop near the base of the tree, still clinging to the bark. "Who the 'ell are you?" he grunted, leaping from the base of the tree to the trunk of another. His ears were now pined back, he was preparing himself to launch himself at the other, and if that were to fail he'd lash his tongue out again.
He was not prepared to fail, should the battle grow. ... Pages 100 - 101 New Realm Thread ...
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