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 Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 9:06 pm
She was startled, certainly, but a bit far too gone to register anything accurately. She merely looked out over his shoulder, thinking of her father, thinking of what was probably the only time he had ever kissed her -- after her mother had died. He had never been all right after that. Never. He had been...altered...
She pushed the thoughts away.
She pulled her head back so that she could rightly see Miller's face. He was a lot like Nita. Her ears drooping, she gave the side of Miller's face a big cat-lick, which she had almost done to Nita once before. Kikue remembered it.
She graciously released her hold on Miller, bowing low before him as was her custom. 'The spirit in me thanks the spirit in you.'
"Thank you...for...for being my friend." Kikue straightened, holding up her wrist that was wearing the bracelet. "And for the present." She smiled softly.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 9:21 pm
Miller continued to hold her stroking gently at her hair, the sudden cat kiss though was a bit unexpected but welcomed none the less in an odd sort of way.
He returned the bow the best he could straighting up with a smile. "You're welcome, for both." He smiled again realizing for once she was genuinely smile with happiness. "I'm glad to see your happy now."
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 9:24 pm
She laughed. "I could usually keep myself happy...in some way...ever since the last change it's been very hard...but I like to see you." It was true. She smiled again, this one just as genuine. "I hope your animal isn't a cold-weather one..." But as soon as she said it, she almost hoped that it might be. Then someone could be in her room with her and not feel the cold as much. How selfish, though, to even think it. She didn't elaborate any farther.
"Do you mind if I come to see you again soon..." Kikue asked.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 9:30 pm
"I never was good at entertaining my self with out a computer or some one to bother with what some would call insane rambleings." He smiled, "I like seeing you too, especially when your happy like now. He shrugged, "Even if it's not I can always order a hoodie to wear when I come to visit."
He shook his head, "I don't mind at all." With that he waved goodbye heading back to his own duplex sipping on the other coke he brought with him. Maybe there were people here who he could be good friends with.
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 2:13 pm
Disgruntled, itchy, uncomfortable... all these terms would be apt descriptions of how you feel upon waking up. The nightmares probably didn't help your first opinion on the day, but set the tone for how the rest seems to be progressing. There is an itchy spot on the back of your arm, and your skin is prickling, and there is just this deep, sourceless ache in your bones. When the pinfeathers begin to pike through the pores on your elbows and the base of your hairline, however, your day manages to take a turn for the even worse. The shafts of the small feathers are thick and almost quill-like, forcing their way through your skin before unfurling like flowers to reveal blue, black and white feathers. All down your back, from your hair to your tailbone the feathers crop up, and tufts at your elbows and knees. But it doesn't stop there. A strange, grinding feeling in the top of your mouth sends waves of sinus-indused vertigo. Your skin and nose begins to pull back, exposing the bone of your maxilla which begins to reshape and discolor to a stark yellow. More tufts of tiny blue feathers gather along where your nose has been pulled back to. Finally, your toenails lengthen and sharpen, your skin on your feet becoming thicker and leathery in texture, small bumps on your heels finishing your first transformation. 
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 3:51 pm
Miller rolled over in bed for the hundredth time it felt like, every time he fell asleep he felt like some one was watching only to wake back up with no one around. Sometime though around one in the morning sleep finally caught up to the boy dragging him in to a deep sleep.
When Miller finally did open his eyes it wasn’t to see his duplex around him, instead he was alone, in a small spotlight surrounded by utter darkness. Slowly he got up looking around trying to figure out what exactly It was that was going on. “The ******** is this… where am I…” He continued to stumble now away from the light, as he did a strange tingling sensation built up all along his spine.
Slowly something came in to focus; a mirror it seemed was left alone far away from the small ring of light he had awakened in. As he got closer the tingling started to become stinging, burning and nauseating. Now stumbling Miller brought him self to the mirror, just barely in the light he could make out flesh rotting along his face, his arm torn and twisted, another limb failed to grow now hung from his side.
His worst fears had caught up to him in his dreams, he turned away from the mirror now only to look around and see the corpses in the woods, twisted, deformed and broken. The one thing he feared was to befall that fait. Stumbling once more he tried to get away from the corpses hanging in a ring around him mocking him whispering to him about his failures in life, how it all lead ultimately to his last failure. His legs gave way with a cry of pain, he looked back too see that one was twisted the knee cap turned the wrong way, the other simply went limp. Turning back he saw Kikue, Shenzi, and Thom, all of them as one turned away shunning his broken body, as they walked away another figure came forward, a distinct top hat, and long white hair marked the arrival of Sabin.
And then the laughter, sick twisted laughter filled the air as Sabin looked down on him, mocked him, and called him a failure, too weak to survive. As if it wasn’t enough Miller could see just past Sabin to a large stone in the ground worn and aged, Miller Milano the dates blurred and worn, yet all to clear what the next part said, ‘Death: Failed Experiment’
He let out a howl, something like a screech filled with anger, sorrow and agony. A cry that rang out in his duplex as he found him self tangled in his sheets drenched in sweat, his body feeling sick, but still thankfully whole, it was only a dream, a sick and twisted dream.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 4:57 pm
Tea and Feathers...?Quote: Kikue invites Miller over for tea, but things don't go quite as they were planned... Miller Milano It was noon now, and after a night of restless sleep and twisted dreams Miller finally got some good news in the form of a note left on his door from Kikue. All it said was that she wanted him over for tea and a movie or two. None of which Miller would complain about after his most recent night sleep, he frowned wishing he had more painkillers from the Halloween party, he felt like he must have fallen out of his bed and hit a few bones during the night. His body felt sore for some reason. He shrugged it off and headed out the door with out another thought about it.
A few minutes latter he arrived at Kikue's duplex and gave the door a small knock, "Hello? Kikue?" Yamamoto Kikue Kikue was making the finally touches on what she hoped would be an acceptable table. After calling the labs, she had gotten a few extra things to make it just right... The table was low, a custom from home, and draped with a cloth. On its surface she had placed a tiny steaming pot, with handle-less ceramic cups and a pitcher. This was her tea table as it had always been; customs brought from both England and home. She liked to mix the two. The knock sent the butterflies zooming around in her stomach. It was the first time she'd ever invited anyone over. What if her instincts took control? What if she couldn't keep herself in check once someone was inside again? I have to...just stay calm...I can do it...I can control it...She pressed down the front of her yukata. She'd had a hole sewn in the back for her large, fluffy tail. It still felt strange. Padding to the door, she put a paw on the knob and pulled it open tentatively. Peeking her head through the crack, she saw that it was Miller...he was a little later than she'd expected, but she hadn't exactly been ready on time. I hope I don't fall asleep...this is always the time when I nap..."Hello," she said, smiling a little. Wow this was awkward. Please don't let the instincts do it again...please...Miller Milano Miller fidgeted slightly on the door step waiting for Kikue to come to the door, what really only took a few seconds felt more like forever for Miller. It didn't occur to him that the butterflies in his stomach could mean something more then just being nervous.
As the door cracked open he felt a little better but his stomach still continued to flip about and his bones still ached from unseen bruises that didn't seem to exist. He smiled any way though as Kikue opened the door, "Hello Kikue..." he paused, what else was there to say? Awkward much. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue opened the door wider, gesturing with a paw to the inside of the room. "Please, come in," she said. There was a flash of a memory in her head, bowing for the guests at one of her father's embassy parties. "What an adorable little girl!"
"Oh, no," Mother would laugh. She always pushed off compliments like this.
"It is a pleasure to meet you." Kikue could still hear her own child-like voice, saying everything she had been taught to say. Being the ideal little girl that they wanted...She shook off the memory as quickly as she could. It would only make it harder to do this, if she spent time thinking about the past... Miller Milano Miller smiled and nodded to Kikue as he walked in, he noticed the table and smiled, it was interesting, and different. Never had he had tea in a traditional sense of Japanese culture or that of England's none the less to him it looked rather proper in Kikue's room. "It looks wonderful Kikue..."
He moved to the far side of the table lowering him self down to sit cross legged when a small prickle of pain raced down his spine, he shifted quickly beside the table trying to numb the pain which had already seemed to pass. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue closed the door after Miller had entered the room. She took a minute or so to turn the nob and slip it closed...already the fur around her neck felt like it was beginning to rise. Someone? In her place? Quiet, now...quiet...you've been practicing, you can do this...She forced herself to focus on the coldness of the room, which usually had a soothing effect on her. Turning around, she came to the side of the table opposite Miller and sat on the cushion she'd placed there. She shifted a few times to get comfortable, flipping her tail around so that it circled her body. "I made tea, it is traditional style, so I'm not sure if you'll like it..." She smiled, curling her paw around her own cup and pouring some of the tea from the low pot into it. She could smell the tea leaves already, filling her nose, a smell that she loved. "This is green tea. My mother often served it with tea leaves from Kyoto, where they say the best leaves are from." Kikue gestured to Miller's cup, silently asking if he would like some. She loved to share this part of her custom with people who weren't so familiar with it. Miller Milano Miller smiled picking up his cup as Kikue gestured to it with a nod. "I've never had tea before, my family liked sweet tea, but from what I hear it's a lot different then green tea." He smiled thinking back to home as Kikue mentioned her mother. How he offten would say he wanted to visit Japan, or England, or just about any where outside the US. "I always did want to visit Japan, something different from America."
While it seemed like he was completely fine he was far from it, the aching in his bones only seemed to get worse as time went by and every now and then his body would get that strange pins and needles feeling all over, only to pass on in a few seconds. Perhaps coming out today had been a bad idea? Yamamoto Kikue Kikue smiled. "Well, I've never been to the United States actually." She poured into Miller's cup easily, expertly even, being so familiar with doing so from entertaining guests when she had been little. Smiling again, she then placed the pot back onto the table and picked up her own cup. "Green tea tastes different from other types. It has a light taste to it, I think." She looked down at her cup then, her paws so much larger than it. And then the new problem: the one she had been dealing with secretly, on her own. She couldn't drink out of a cup anymore. Her mouth -- the muzzle that pushed out from what had once been a human face -- just couldn't make it work. She'd forgotten about it completely. With a look of extreme embarrassment, she pulled the cup under her nose; opening her mouth, she lapped up the tea with her tongue. It was then, with the slightest glance upwards, she noticed a kind of twitching to Miller on his cushion. Seeing that, she raised her head, asking, "Are you alright? Does it not taste good?" Miller Milano Miller tilted his head, "It's... interesting I guess. Lots of noise, every kind of person you could imagine can be found in the US." He eyed the tea in cup curiously before lifting it up to sip at. The taste was different, but welcomed to his rather empty stomach. He hadn't bother to eat at all this morning or the night before.
As Kikue lapped at her tea Miller could only give her a somewhat sad smile. He didn't mind, nor did he feel any need to judge her about the way she delt with her changes. For all he knew he could end up in the same situation as her.
He shook his head quickly though at her questioning, "No no the tea's fine! I just kinda fell out of bed last night..." he said with a shrug. He didn't actually fall out of bed, but it sure did feel like it. Even so he brought the cup up to his lips again when something started to go wrong, the pins and needles started to feel different, like they were coming from inside and trying to get out, his left arm started to shake slightly and with out warning he dropped the cup doubling over garbing his stomach which seemed to explode with a new found pain, he soon followed this by letting out a pitiful moan of agony at this sudden pain. Yamamoto Kikue The description made Kikue think of home -- what with the crowding of the Tokyo streets, the crushing experience of trying to get on the subway during rush hour...but of course, everyone had a kind of familiarity to them, since so many people were Japanese and that was all. Kikue watched Miller curiously. She found most people who had never tried green tea before didn't always particularly like it, but -- -- then, his arm started to shake. Immediately, without a moment's hesitation, her mind went spiraling back to Zach as he fell backwards and went into a seizure on the floor. Just as she thought it, Miller doubled-over. Kikue's grip on her own cup faltered; she quickly shoved it down onto the table, jumping instinctively onto her feet. "Miller! What's wrong?!" Miller Milano Miller shook violently now, the prickling feeling became more and more like some one slowly trying to stab him from the inside out. He rolled over a bit kicking at the floor screaming now and then as another wave of pain filled him up.
Suddenly the source of the pain became very apparent, he curled tighter in to a ball exposing most of his neck which revealed the small quill like feathers punching out from under the skin, each one drew a tiny drop of blood as it pressed out and suddenly unraveling to display the strange blue white and black colors. Slowly the pain of the feathers growing moved down his spine and up his neck stopping just below the hair line. He howled again, his spine felt like it was on fire with each rising feather along it. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue was standing over him, her paws outstretched helplessly, wondering for the life of her what was happening. At first she was sure it was some sickness, some seizure like with Zach, and she almost flew to the intercom to shove in the button and demand some kind of help. But something -- something -- stopped her, something familiar and yet at the same time, she had no idea what it was...all she knew was that he was in extreme pain, and her brain was already falling over on itself in worry that he was having some kind of allergic reaction to green tea. "Miller!" she called out, putting her paws to his face as she saw his neck arch up between the cries of pain. She saw them -- feathers. Opening outwards, some still even wet with blood. Oh gods. Feathers. Feathers! He's changing!Once it dawned on her, it was almost worse than thinking he was having some kind of strange and intense bout of illness. She ran past him to the bathroom, grabbing a handtowel there and drenching it in warm water. All the while she was mumbling frantically to herself, trying to make the water run faster, run hotter, trying to stay in control. She wrenched the water off and ran back to him, swooping down to where he was curled up on the floor. Grabbing the back of his shirt, she ripped the back clean open with her claws, exposing the feathers that had only been tiny bumps under the fabric. "Oh, oh," she cried out, seeing how many there were. She had no idea how to deal with pain like this; she had fur, not feathers, fur had an itch and a sting, but it rarely hurt very much -- not like this. Kikue was about to pick him up and bring him to the bed, but then she worried that moving him would only make the pain worse. Hovering over him, the back of his shirt utterly cut open from her claws, she tried to clean up the blood without touching the feathers. There was nothing she could do but wait until it was over. Miller Milano The feathers ran neatly down his spine, very few sprouted far from the base trail, none the less they had an errie look to them like watching flowers bloom in the rain only this rain was a dark red. He couldn't tell what was happening around him, he felt something warm gently brush his back now and then sending strange new sensations, though they weren't painful the alien feeling caused him just as much discomfort and caused him to squirm about a bit on the floor.
As if to make matters worse he could feel something changing, his feet, they felt as though the toes where trying to force there way out his shoes. Quickly he started to kick again howling with agony, "Em offfff! Off!" he manged to kick one shoe off just as the now slowly clawing toes ripped the sock apart. As if to make things worse the skin turned darker and harder looking, almost sickly in a way for those who didn't know what a birds leg looked like up close.
He rolled over slightly seeing the panic in Kikue's eyes, he wanted to stop it all, he wanted it to be like it was before this just tea, why now? Why him? He couldn't sort out an answer as new feathers started to peek out from under his shorts along his knees, even as he felt those he could feel the growing pain as another bunch forced there way out his elbows. It was then he go a glimpse of them, and actually saw what was happening. And the blood.
His scream only got louder. Yamamoto Kikue Seeing his feet begin to change, Kikue nearly attacked his other shoe, in a word shredding it as she tried to get it off. She had no way of undoing shoelaces, not with her huge claws and Miller's kicking, so to free his foot his shoe suffered the main blow. Throwing the sneaker from herself, Kikue watched his remaining foot rip through his sock just like his other one. A bird...a bird. He's turning into a bird! Only birds have feathers...But she had no way of knowing what kind of bird, or whether Miller might turn on her like she'd turned on him. She didn't particularly know more about birds than anything else, and so the colors of his feathers meant nothing to her. A songbird? A hawk? It was anyone's guess as far as Kikue knew; she had no idea what to do. Quickly, she fled to the closet that held her various yukata, and shoved her paw into one of the sleeves. Producing a typical Asian fan, she went back to Miller, still trying to clean the blood and yet fan him at the same time. She could see the sweat running down his face; the same thing that she had gone through the first few times. Now she could only pant, but she could still try to help -- "It's going to be over soon," she got out softly, her voice pained. She had no idea if it was going to be. What was she even saying? Oh gods. A bird. And he was still on the floor, crying. Mother, give me strength --Miller Milano With the other shoe gone a slight meassure of comfort had come back to him, at least for that moment. He rolled over on to his back not really feeling the feathers any more, his whole body seemed to be numb at that moment.
A clam before the storm one would say, he lay mostly still at that moment the only sign he was still indeed alive was the constant rise and fall of his chest and the way his eyes seemed to twitch a bit like trying to close but where forced open to try and find some sort of comfort in the room.
Kikue's voice caused his head to turn slightly, just as her face came in to sight the whole world seemed to spin and nausea filled his every though. His back started to arch as the most disturbing part of the change occured. Unlike Kikue who's face extended and kept it's flesh and only gained fur, his stretched and the skin started to peel away. The sensation started off like a sunburn the first layer already dead, but as the layers got closer and closer to the bone the burning became worse. He screamed once more his hands twitching and shakeing comeing up to feel what had once been his nose was now a solid bone connected to what was once his upper lip, all the while slowly discoloring in to a yellowish tone. Even as the change it's self ended something else still worked inside him as his bones ached from every point in his body making him feel weak and light headed. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue had never seen anything like this before, Her eyes widening, she pulled back, watching Miller's bone protrude from his face. His skin pulled back, peeling, and she knew then -- like the feathers were such an obvious example of -- that this must be a bird's beak, or at least the beginning of it. She had never seen anyone change with one, and the sight was horrible. She almost felt sick, watching the skin wrinkle and pull back, the bone literally forcing itself outward as it fused to the rest of his face. Shaking, Kikue had already stopped fanning, having forgotten about it completely. "Oh--" was all she could get out. Her voice cracked. She wanted to cry, to sob and hug him and say how sorry she was, hadn't she just asked him how long he had been on the Island? Hadn't she made the reference to his changes? And now here he was, eyes somewhat glazed over, laying on her floor. Breaking into a helpless sob, she carefully moved his body, picking him up and placing him on her bed. He was light, somehow -- or maybe it was some trick of the mind. She began to move the fan again, trying to wipe some of the blood off his undoubtedly sore feet. She continued to cry, mostly to herself, feeling at once so guilty and yet, so sorry that this had happened...that it had to happen to him. "Forgive me," she cried quietly, for some reason she didn't know. Mother, forgive me.Miller Milano Miller could feel him self being lifted, floating across the room it felt like, his body was so sore and yet so numb all at the same time. He could barely feel Kikue's fur against him, yet the pain from his bones and his changes were still ever lasting at that moment.
Through his glazed eyes he managed to make out Kikue again, cleaning the blood away and crying. Slowly he raised a hand trying to thank her to tell her he wasn't upset but he couldn't speak, he wasn't sure how too with his new beak like face. Instead he simply tried to hold her hand still the best he could in his weakened state and in such a state it was a miracle he could move his hand towards her at all. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue saw his hand moving. Quickly she placed her over-sized paw on his hand, placing it back on the bed. "Be still -- don't you hurt yourself," she got out chokingly, knowing that even that movement probably caused him pain. She didn't know what else to do, though -- he would need to clean himself, because some of this feathers were stained and the redness would not come out. Should she draw a bath? But he probably couldn't even walk to it, let alone get any relief from it. Could he? And she had no painkillers. Her parents had never believed in constant medicines for things. Miller's face still looked flushed. Kikue laid the washcloth across his forehead, at a loss of what else to do. She couldn't even offer him tea, not with his face and mouth changed like that -- the one thing that usually always made her feel better was tea, and now what? She felt his pulse instinctively. It didn't feel good at all; it seemed wire-like and fast, rushed -- of course. Still, she took the tatters of his shirt off and then fanned him a little. She spied her violin case out of the corner of her eye. She almost felt the insane urge to play it, like it would somehow make all of this better. But she didn't even know if she could still play it. Biting back tears, she fanned above him softly. This place was horrible. Miller Milano Miller tried to protest his voice cracking somewhat as he tried to speak, "...move... can...mo..." he gave up trying as his voice was nearly impossible to understand in his current state. He did however sigh some what happily at the washcloth, it felt good against his head and only made him wish he could take the same bath Kikue debated making.
He tried to shift again and look at the bathroom wanting just that though his arm felt like it weighed a ton as he lifted it to gesture at the bathroom. He much didn't care if Kikue then saw him naked in the bath, or if she even placed him in there with his pants on, he just wanted the warm water to try and ease the pain. Even if she didn't give him the bath at least the fanning helped to deal with the sweat none the less. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue looked at Miller's gesturing hand, following it to where it was pointing. If blushing was even still apparent on her furred face, she did it right then. "Oh," she got out, quickly adding, "-- okay..." She figured this was a rather awkward time to have to go to the bathroom, but it wasn't like anybody could do anything about it. She only had no idea what to do. The first step would be getting him there? Hopefully he could stand up once he got there? Oh gods. She felt like sinking into a hole in the floor at the thought. To shake it, she placed her paws under his back and the rest of him, carefully lifting him from the bed. The fan lay on the bed sheets; she would get it later. Walking carefully, she went to the bathroom with Miller's body across her arms. She was able to push open the door with her hip, having thankfully left it open... Inside, she brushed up against the light switch to turn it on. She looked down at Miller. "So you can stand up to use it, right?" she asked faintly, nodding at the toilet. This was beyond embarrassing. She tried to focus on the fact he was probably still in immense pain. Amazing how her human mind would rather shy away from this situation than look at it oh-so-logically. Miller Milano Miller assumed Kikue understood what he wanted and seemed to relax as she carried him again to the bathroom, it was strange to think the girl younger then him was able to do this but the fact was she was almost as big as him and the snow leapord surely had given her at least some edge to stregnth.
Though when she asked her question his eyes went wide, he shook his head quickly pointing towards the bath tub before dropping his arm to let it rest again, instead he lifted his other arm making small wave like motions with it and tried to croak out the word bath to her. Yamamoto Kikue She watched his frantic hand motions and gestures, blinking as she seemed to have gotten his message wrong. She glanced at the bathtub, then back at his hands and what he appeared to be trying to say. He wants to go in the bathtub.She thought she had it right now. She had no idea what to do about his clothes, but she placed him carefully down into the bath anyway. She'd already succeeded in ripping his shirt off ( the thought made her wince ) but he still had everything else on but shoes. Carefully she pulled the tatters of his socks off. "Do you want to keep your other clothes on...?" she asked meekly, giving him a look. Her paw rested on the faucet knobs, and she turned these slowly, the bath water beginning to trickle out. Miller Milano Miller nodded slowly as she placed him in the tub helping to remove his socks, all he wanted was the warm water and a chance to sleep again. He looked up shakeing his head, at once he strated to try and unbutton his shorts, and failing miserably, he didn't want to beg Kikue for help so he simply gave up leaving it up to her as to what she should do.
Frankly after that brief moment of moving his body again he didn't care he just wanted the bath. Yamamoto Kikue This was awkward. Kikue knew she'd only be more at a loss when it came to buttons; she was going to end up shredding these and just hope there was something underneath. At present, not tearing his clothes up was probably a moot point -- she'd already killed a shoe and a shirt. He'd have to call the labs after this... She gave the buttons a shot, just to say she'd at least tried. Her huge paws were, as she'd suspected, impossible to use to navigate a button through a buttonhole. She glanced up at Miller and gave him a wince. "Sorry." With that, she quite tore them open, which was increasingly the only option these days. Thankfully, it looked like he had boxers on...or something. Kikue turned back to the faucet, putting the water on at full, making sure it wasn't too hot but still had enough to it that it wasn't lukewarm. With that she kneeled next to the tub, flicking her ears and watching to see if he was going to need anything else... A bird? This couldn't spell good things for her cat-brain. Miller Milano Miller didn't care much about clothes, he was almost sure his feet wouldn't be fitting in to his own shoes again any time soon. A good excusse to buy new ones or start wearing flipflops. As for the rest of his clothes he still had a few outfits at his duplex.
As such he only shrugged a bit when Kikue tore the pants apart once more. He did indeed have boxers and was relived that Kikue didn't catch them with a claw, or anything in said boxers for that matter. Slowly he lowered him self down in to the tub so that just his neck and head poked out the water giveing Kikue a mumble of thanks. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue sat with her back to the toilet, a paw over her shoulder as she hunched over her knees. Her tail lay wrapped around her. It was stupid to think this was all because of some freak green tea allergy, but she couldn't help but think she had initiated it all somehow. She was silent, and merely stared with glazed eyes at her overly large paws on the floor. Miller Milano Time slipped by, perhaps only a few minutes, or a few hours, and in the end it only ended up being half an hour. He looked down at the water noting the slightly red tint from the last of the blood washing out now.
Slowly he looked over to see Kikue still in the room and mumbled quietly at her, "Iz... noz... yoz fauz..." he lifted a hand slowly resting it on the side of the tub holding it out to her. "Uz...goz...appen zome... da..." he felt tired, and every word made him seem to take a deep breath. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue, unfortunately, couldn't catch much of Miller's words. She turned her face toward him and cocked her head, flicking her ears toward his voice. But all in all she had a rather mystified expression on her face, having no real idea what he was saying. The beak...makes it hard. If only I knew about birds. Could I tell which one? Maybe not from right now...I'm not sure...it might be too earlier to know...Her back was sore against the toilet, and she shifted a little, continuing to be silent. She didn't know what to say, and she knew to ask for him to repeat what he'd say was just cruel. Instead she scratched her arm for a moment, getting out, "I'm fine," in case that was what he'd been talking about. The water was off; it might be getting cold soon... Miller Milano Miller let his arm relax on the outside of the tub watching Kikue, as she got closer his voice became better, at least she could hear it now, but it was still quite and rather slurred.
"Kikuzz... miooz..." he frowned and looked around slowly pointing towards the mirror above her sink, "Mi-mizor?" He wanted to see it more clearly, exactly what had happened to him. Was that why Kikue was staying so far away? Was it that bad? Yamamoto Kikue Kikue was at a loss again, at least until Miller pointed to the wall. The mirror? She glanced up at it; it looked quite screwed into the wall. Did he want her to try and...take it out? She was confused at this and pointed with a paw at it. "...You want to look at it?" She remembered how long she had delayed looking in a mirror after her last change. The shock had been even worse than she'd thought it would be. She consciously touched the side of her muzzle, sticking out from what had been a human face. Even the bones had shifted to change it and make it so. She looked back up at the mirror. Miller Milano Miller nodded quietly as she mentioning looking at the mirror, more so he wanted to see him self though, "Iz want... zee..." he slowly moved his hand so he could rub the side of his new beak like nose, "..diz ding..." he wasn't really sure what it was yet it just felt like his nose was solid bone with no skin, by far though when it changed the bone shifting was minute compared to the bizzar and rather painfull sensation of the skin being peeled layer by layer. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue stood up from the floor, and while she knew that this would required getting Miller out of the bathtub, she still felt the overwhelming feeling to look away and shield her eyes -- he didn't have any pants on, he was in her bathtub, what would Mother think of this? Kikue tried desperately not to go down that road, besides even the memories she knew would surface when thinking about her mother... ...and there was still Father, too -- Kikue shut her eyes very tightly and came behind Miller, using her whiskers for guidance to not slam right into the wall. She scooped her muscular arms underneath his and pulled him right up out of the bath water, setting him down very carefully on the bathroom tile. She didn't know if he could walk or not yet. "Um," was all she got out, not knowing what to do now. He had felt very light when she picked him up for some reason, but she didn't think on it. Miller Milano Miller had little shame to be in this position, after all this was better then running around naked drunk at a party, actually it was no diffrent then when they first met minus the feathers and his over all ache and pains feeling.
He lifted his arms allowing Kikue to get a grip and carefully tested his own feet stumbling slightly falling back on Kikue to hold him up as he failed to stay up right. He kept his head bowed though as they made the way to the mirror, slowly he looked up, his face turned pale as he realized just what had happened to him. He bit at his lip and shook quietly trying hard not to cry at the sight of his face and failing to do so. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue frowned, after getting Miller over to the mirror -- she saw his expression begin to crumple. She knew the signs; after her own changes, she hadn't even gone outside for days. It seems a silly way to live, but it was all that felt right anymore. She wasn't sure what to say or do. She remembered wanting to be alone after her changes, and so she was quiet and stood behind him with a bowed head, her ears drooping against her head. There was nothing to say, was there? She couldn't even bring herself to say, 'It'll be okay,' because she knew he wouldn't believe her, and that it wasn't going to be okay. Nita had said so. Nothing was okay; it wouldn't ever be okay. And she was silent. Miller Milano Miller shook slightly as he cried, it wasn't so much a sob as it was a few sniffs a bit of weeping before he finally broke down crying more openly, he fell forward out of Kikue's hold leaning on the sink.
He was angry, upset, and over all sick. He wanted revenge on Sabin, he wanted to be normal, but there was nothing he could do. He was weak, almost completely crippled and crying in Kikue's bathroom like a failure. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue put a paw over her muzzle, feeling her eyes start to burn. He was crying, crying his eyes out, and she had no idea what to do. It was bad enough to see a man do it -- her father had never showed emotion like this -- but beyond all of that, she was powerless. Nita was right. Nothing was going to be okay. Miller was crying because he was turning into a bird. And Kikue could only stand here, a paw over the muzzle that pushed out from her face, knowing it was only going to get worse, and she couldn't stop it. She herself had already changed beyond all recognition... It seized as she watched him through the tears that were beginning to run down her face. She couldn't take this. Couldn't take it anymore. Not this, not anything. She didn't want to see Miller change anymore, she didn't want to change anymore, she didn't want to see Nita cry like she had on Halloween ever again -- Kikue cried aloud, sobbing, and she ran from the bathroom, grabbing the key to her door from the small table next to her bed. Her claws raked the wood, but she didn't care. She wrenched open her duplex door and jumped clear off the second-story landing, landing easily on her feet as if it were nothing. The grass was wet with dew; the air was already way too thick. I don't care...I don't care...I don't care...someone get me away from here... Father! Mother, can you hear me?!She bounded into the jungle, crying, planning to let her feet never stop running. Miller Milano Miller hardly noticed Kikue leaveing till her heard the sound of her claws bearing down on the door, he stayed slumped over the sink still crying, but it slowly died away leaving him alone in the silence that had fallen over the room.
He pushed him self slowly from the sink stumbling back to the main room, he looked around realizing he had nothing to wear, but it didn't matter, he looked hideous even if he was wearing clothes. He started towards the door noticeing the claws marks and felt another strange sensation as the feathers on his spine ruffled with hints of fear. He shoved the door open though, stumbleing through.
It took him almost another half an hour to get back to his duplex were he promptly locked the door and curled up in bed wanting to scream and finding he didn't have the heart to even utter a single curse.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 4:31 pm
Is it finally over?Miller tries to avoid the other islanders only to bump in to one in need of a helping hand. After all it's never nice to leave a girl in the woods when her face becomes a muzzle is it?
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 4:37 pm
Beware The Bird...Miller continues to ponder over life on the island when Gaius gets a little to close to his new thinking spot. Things only get more interesting as Gaius let's Miller in on a little story about a girl named Annie...
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 4:38 pm
Miller takes another walk, and ends up bumping in too Lauren, next thing he knows he's helping Lauren move in with Nita and learns that soda cans don't mix with beaks.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 4:39 pm
Miller attempts to enjoy a breakfeast better suited for people with two lips when Barbra happens to stop by the caffateria for her own cats meals, things don't go over too well between the 'hag' and the 'hooligan.'
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 7:24 pm
((Reflection post / heading to the construction site / meeting with Angelina))
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 10:30 am
((Hopefully it's okay to post)) On the doorstop seemed to be a relatively small package that was neatly wrapped in old newspapers. A note was attached to it with Miller's name scrawled across it.  Inside the box were a pair of lopsided acorns tied together with a Christmas-y ribbon and labeled 'left nut' and 'right nut' respectively with a black Sharpie. There was even a small additional note scribed with an arrow on the 'backs' with the helpful left and right directions. It said: "Attach under p***s (or p***s like organ) here. biggrin " and identifying arrows accompanied the small note. Happy Holidays.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 5:18 pm
Miller Milano It had been a few days since Miller had found his 'gift' from Antony on his door step, and he was less the pleased with it. Over those few days he had spent sometime gathering supplies from the village supply room that Gaius had often sent people too when needing something for the construction site. When he wasn't gathering supplies he would sketch out his idea.
His idea was finally set and ready and tonight would be the night to put his plan in action. He had watched Antony leave the duplex not long ago, it seemed like she was going out on a run of some sort. The moment he was sure she was out of earshot he started to move his step ladder and the paints to her duplex.
He started off with the black, tracing quickly the large block like letters on the window and door to her duplex, he didn't care that the paint ran in some spots, all the more she would need to clean. Next came a can of red and green in each hand as he worked to fill in every few letters in a different color.
Finished with the biggest part of the art he dropped the two cans and picked up the black adding the last word filled with black paint, before he left he took out a large sharpie and wrote a note on the door leaving the 'balls' tied around the door handle.
MERRYCHRISTMASS
b***hPS: Enjoy your nuts
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 9:54 pm
Outside your duplex door is a small gift, wrapped in simple lined paper with your name written on top, and a little card taped to the top. Upon opening the gift, you see an apparently blank CD;  The note reads: Miller
We definately need to hang out again at some point. Anyways, here's my christmas present, sorry it's late. I had to scrounge around for gifts, so sorry it's not too good. It's just a mix of some of my bands songs, hope you like them. Merry christmas!
Shenzi
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