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 Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 8:08 am
Iamel was distracted from Shanuh and the other Kin by the New Kin. She had just grown and she was ADORABLE. Then again, most of the children they had were. He wasn't biased, of course. So the Hatter twirled on his heel to approach the little girl who was adamently seeking french fries and her baffled companion.
Luis got an arm over the shoulder from the lanky Bird and there was a wide, crooked grin on Iamels face. "YOu handled it better then MY Shiniee did. He screamed like a little girl, hid under his desk. Good man. Hello there, Hylusis." Slim fingers waggled. What a cute ********. Now he was turning into Shanuh.
Patrick returned Matsuos smile easily enough; he was good with other people. Matsuo was cute... Maybe a little too ethnic for his tastes (and he had the odd boy hidden somewhere...) but still cute. Cute enough to be nice to and flirt with. "Know in a...way? I met him when I got gaurdianship over Iamel. Twisted b*****d, isn't he."
His eyes, dark red with large black pupils, slid over to Shanuh. ...Twisted, but he'd still get into bef with him any night of the week. "I ******** up my chances, though. Said the wrong thing when he was actually enjoying my company. Kinda ******** it over."
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 9:32 am
There was, of course, chaos in the streets. Iamel was there, and even Diacyn, who Savius still didn't know what to do with. Not to mention the boy he hadn't met since before his change, over talking to Shanuh. But at the moment, it didn't matter. Xaxis had the Kestrel's full attention. He could do that, sometimes.
"Our cousin made the costumes." He reached over, lightly touching the other boy's lab coat. "I like the joke." He murmured, with that slow, lazy smile of his. Disease as a doctor. How cute.
Jer'ain, meanwhile, was blushing, her eyes on her feet. Those eyes of hers, usually dim and detached, were fever bright now, as she looked at Xaxis with utter devotion. This was not some school girl crush, or foolish love. No, this was so much more intense than that. The look of a fanatic presented with her god. Mute, she reached into her pocket and held out a box wrapped in black and silver paper.
Her offering, tonight.
"Oh. Right." Savius was absently petting his sister's hair, where the tips peaked out from under her hat. "She wanted to give you that."
Neither of the siblings looked up at the ducks changed, though Savius certainly sensed it. There would be time for that later.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 1:05 pm
At first Kat thought she'd hit a sore spot when she mentioned the shop owner, then she thought she just imagined it. "It's a bit odd but... I've been wanting to get a bird for some time.. Just none of the types he has in his shop spring out at me... They all seem quite- boreing I guess you could say and I'm partial that if I did by a bird either Id get bored and eat it or my Chaos child with learn how to deal with fire and make a rost budgie or something." She shrugged, "Yet for somereason. I wouldn't mind a bird... But I'd rather a puppy or a dragon to a silly twitering bird." With the last bit she lowered her voice as she spoke encase she insulted any of these apparent bird lovers.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw the duck dive of the table and hit the floor- Oh no. How sad! She nudged D.S. to make sure she saw it to. She watched as a little child crept out from under the table holding the duck. "Oh that poor child watching that duck die infront of her... Aww how sad, expecially at a party." She didn't conect the duck and the child to anything other then the fact it was awful late for a kid to be out.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 8:58 pm
"huh? wha~!" If Luis hadn't screamed at first, he did now. A silent scream as he looked up at the jovial Hatter. He looked the same age as Luis. For the height and mask, maybe a few years older. Two large black and white wings protruded from his back. MY shiniee. Her Luis.
Hylusis shifted her attention from owl to woodpecker, her mouth still full of chips as she spoke. " Iamel." She was not kid who hid behind skirts. The Name spread on the edge of her mind like a stain. She had heard the name before. Underfoot. Now they were on even grounds. New Kin and old. Well, almost.
She sized up her kindred. Older. Wiser. Bigger. But she knew something he didn't know. It slipped out of a letter written in a cheerful script. Her eyes were bright.
"Wh-what is this place?" Luis put a hand to his head. Who were these people? He wasn't sure he wanted an answer. Bird people? A cursed circus troupe?
Ignoring her companion's confusion, she looked up at the scarecrow-esque Kin who perched on her companion's shoulder. Luis would figure it out, soon enough. " Do you know where the french fries are?" she inquired, ravenous.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 9:37 am
The raptor looked Amber over, finding her movements scared and terrified. The predator he was located the prey within her - where was the fire? Where was the backbone? She'd caught his attention from where he'd sat above, but the closer he'd gotten, the more terrified she was.
Terrified as she should be though. He was a hunter, a killer. Though rabbits, cats and small dogs were usually found within his diet, who wasn't to say he couldn't be cruel enough to snatch an inftant or new born.
Was human flesh truly that taboo. . .?
His crown feathers lifted, a small hiss rising in his throat. To be in the company of one so small, one so meek, he could dominate her life. Control her. Manipulate her with a word, a look, a sneer.
He stepped forward, hoping to see a glimpse of the strength he needed. Was it within the girl. . . ? Or had, perhaps, the shadows of the party decieved him?
And yet, there was another whom watched Amber. One with more gentle caring eyes. It was the gaze of the beautiful one, one not nearly as large as the golden eagle . . . but strong in his own right.
To tease her so. . . Let her be! Either she's yours or she isn't and if she isn't, then step aside. To scare the poor child so. . .
A flutter of wings and another Bird landed gently beside Amber. This one was tall, but petite. It stood no chance against the much more powerful golden eagle.
And yet, there was no fear behind his eyes. Two dark orbs stared confidently at the eagle, spreading large grey and thistle hued wngs in a protective stance.
A long neck stretched out towards the eagle, and a just as long beak snapped in aggravation.
The great blue heron would not be deterred by a bully. And right now, the golden eagle was being nothing but one!
The tension between the two Birds was obvious. The eagle hissed, feathers fluffing to appear larger than he truly was. His talons scraped against the floor, his sharp gaze looking from Amber to the Heron. Amber was supposed to be his, wasn't she? She'd do well with him.
And yet, now here sat the Heron, challanging his decision with one of his own!
For now, it was a silent staredown, broken only by the occassional hiss or clattering of a beak.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 11:18 am
The girl realized all too late the vague, familiar sort of look that the predator beheld her with - and how, with every second passing, the fear welled within her, the fear that only HE had been able to instill in her. Yes... for it was with eyes like those the man would smile at her.....daring her to breathe...daring her to cry for help... before hitting her.
Not that anyone else knew that her employer had been abusing her. For all she knew, perhaps they had noticed, perhaps they too had been abused and were simply too frightened to act upon it...or found her suffering to be amusing, and thus had chosen not to care. The bruises never showed through the thick apparel she dawned, but this...this bird...this killer.....HE could see them, and by sheer stupidity had she offered herself up as nothing more than a timid, frightened, and foolish mouse before the slaughter.
The glacial shards of a hardening panic dug deep into the girls spine, impaling her, bringing her senses to an almost painful awareness of just how much in trouble she was. It was as though the grips of the tightening structure were slowly suffocating her, their tendrils weaving a gnarled web about her throat, so even as her lips parted and she attempted to cry out to any of the other guests, nothing came, but a low, and very sickeningly sad squeak. No one could hear her…no one was coming….Ambers mind clouded by sheer hopelessness, she scarcely noticed that some one, or rather, something, had come to her rescue. It was only by the sharp snap of the creatures’ merciful attempt to spare her that but a few strands of the eagles gaze were cut, allowing her to recoil in sharp abhorrence to make her next move.
Said move was her gaze, averted now to the gloriously graceful figure that had landed beside her, one unmoved by the eagle, one seemingly unafraid – although knowing the consequences of his actions. He would die. There wasn’t any doubt in her mind that the eagle could ravage the beautiful plumage, tainting the soft spoken hues with a beautiful, cold, crimson sheen. Why?...Why was it trying to protect her? Didn’t the bird know that he would be killed? Amber tried to speak again to no avail, her voice failing, the sound victim to the sharp sensation of tears caught in her throat. He had to go! He just HAD to! If not…her heart quelled at the thought and allowed it go no further than a flash of blood red, its color tarnishing her pale flesh as it was slung in the eagles claws.
Even that inkling drove her to wishing a great scream inside. How dare the eagle do such a thing! How dare he hit her…how could he…after she’d thought he was so beautiful…Just like she’d thought the man was before the violence had started and her affections became fleeting, curdling into disgust as she turned back to behold his powerful form. Her efforts to speak, to get her protector to safety, had continued until that point, but now nothing. She only sat there for a moment more, her small figure beginning to tremble with outraged terror of the negligent outcome, that would only be result to her doing nothing, as had been initially planned.
The scene would probably cause great embarrassment to her in later memory, but before she could even think to the consequences, something snapped, enabling her to move, and enabling the woman to push herself up and grab the nearest platter from that table and sling it at the eagle, her voice returning in the force of a hateful scream, “GET AWAY!!!”……..
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… “Get away from him..” the tones died away, volume diminishing into barely a whisper as she sunk back down besides the other avian, tears streaming from beneath her mask as she turned her features toward him, unsure of what then would occur, but just….just too emotionally drained to care as she beseeched the bird for anything he would spare, even if only to eat her up right there and save her from the looks of the others who were sure to stare at her, due to the outburst.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 3:12 pm
Adam had heard about the party from a friend. Who had heard it from a friend. Who had been told by HIS girlfriend, who had been told by her mother, who had been told by the woman her father was cheating on her with behind her back. All in all, he hadn't a clue what the hell this party was supposed to be about, or that it was even going on. But he had decided to show up anyway. By showing up, he meant in full regalia or something to that nature.
He was decked out in something of an elaborate medical professional getup. Only... not. His stethoscope was around his neck because he had just come from a cardiothoracic surgery demonstration in one of the hospitals. He was still wearing the booties, as he had forgotten he even had them on. However, he was draped in a white coat that was not a labcoat, and wore 'flame' pants and shirt, both of which were drawn on in red paint to simulate arcane symbols. It was quite clear he'd mistaken "Masquerade" for "Halloween Costume". Luckily, he didn't walk into the door like that. He managed to find a store open this late, and purchased a fine faux-velvet robe, some pants of the same material, and a mask that was supposed to be a venetian fox. Personally, he thought that it looked like a bunch of weird designs worked into the mask, but he wasn't going to complain. He took off his old costume, and put on his new one, feeling much more at ease with himself when he then opened the door to the party and sauntered in... well... sort of walked/hobbled in. One of the children he'd been treating for the clinical reviews this morning had stomped VERY hard on his right foot, and ran off to his six-foot-four father.... Who had proceeded to cuss Adam out, and perform the same action as his stubborn child before walking off with the threat of a lawsuit. Other than that, he was doing just fine, and looking forward to a good time. He was disguised well by the fox mask, and thus only his eyes showed, as he scanned the room for any he deemed to be intelligent conversation. His eyes lighted on quite a few individuals, but something about them kept him from approaching. Besides - he was thirsty. He made his way to where there were drinks, and picked up a glass to sip on as he walked back and forth across the room, looking for someone to catch his eye. Striking up a conversation at parties had always been his strong suit. Not like his father, b*****d that he was. Adam was one of the minority who did not care for his paternal unit in this family. Not that he hated him - he just had far too many differing opinions to get along with the man at all. Plus, he was almost older than his father, physically - which was a bit odd in normal circumstances. Even on Juridia. Which this wasn't, and he was glad of that fact. He'd left via portal to study both animal and human medicine on Gaia - and this is where he would remain so long as he had anything to say to it. His family could take a flying leap off a bridge. Aaron had never shown any ties to Adam, so why should Adam show ties to Aaron? Regardless of that, he was here now, and mingling would be quite a good idea right about at this moment. However, it was looking like he was going to have to make some effort in that area, if he wanted to show that he was the least bit interested in what was going on here. Which he was.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 3:30 pm
A new but familiar voice cracked through the party air like a frightened whip and a lower clatter tagged onto the lesser end. Lyle couldn't help but snap his glance to the source - that girl who had offered to help him just earlier, overprotective like a new mother but professionally distant. Collapsed by a bird, something that was standing still defensively, beak jutting. Lyle only stared because of the sound, however, unaffected by what the scene could have been; he was a bystander, an onlooker. It wasn't his place. Had he been a better person, he would have approached and inquired.
He wasn't a better person, though sympathy spread through his brow and cheeks. He turned his stare down, away from her to spare her the burn.
[[short. -__-]]
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 7:59 am
The show down didn't get as violent as the eagle had hoped. Though not a vicious Bird, there were worse, this particularly Guardian preferred to have control. After seeing Donna up close, to see the fear that overwhelmed him, the predator in him couldn't help but to be let loose.
She was one who needed to be protected, she wasn't one meant to harness his abilities! No, Amber's weak soul and petrified body hadn't been strong enough to support the Golden Eagle's desires. His companion would have to be strong, and that was something he did not see within Amber.
Not yet at least.
Perhaps if she were older, wiser, more experienced. Who knew, in days to come, what might have been - but for now, she needed to be protected.
The Golden Eagle, of course, was still pissed as hell at the Heron. Who was he to think that he could come between a predator and his prey? Hisisng in aggravation, the strong one bobbed his head, sizing up his chance at the Heron.
They were Guardians of Death, were they not??
But before the squabble and tension turned to blood shed, there was a swift movement and a shriek. The golden one had but a moment to react, and he quickly jumped/fluttered out of the way of the plate. She missed, though his tail feathers did get grazed, and a scream of annoyance reverberated throughout the room!
Damn them all, the weak ones. It was never fun when the rabbit kicked back.
In a flurry of feathers, the golden eagle made a sweep around the room, only to find a secluded spot above the rafters. His time would come, just they wait.
Turning to preen himself, he allowed his wounded pride to be soothed by the company of a mockingbird. Let her preen his wings. This evening was turning in to failure.
At least for the Golden Eagle.
But for Amber, it wasn't failure. She had dominated the golden one, and the Heron found her worthy. Perhaps the girl had been worthy all this time, perhaps those black and red-rimmed eyes had been following her for some time. Today was the day of reckoning, today was the day she needed not to fear.
She had a protector in the Heron, her newfound champion.
Snapping his beak once more, though it was more as an after thought, the beautiful one turned to look upon Amber with acceptance. Reaching over, craning his neck, he offered the frazzeled woman a soft, reassuring nuzzle.
Let her pour her fears in to him.
Let her lean upon his strength.
She'd be taken care of and watched over. She needn't have to fear anymore.
((Haha - strange for one so sweet to harbor ultimate d00m and demise! But here you go, Ms. Vixen! I hope you like him!))  Just as a note - his death is Dismemberment, not to be confused with Disembowelment. Haha. That's someone else on the list. xP ))
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 8:03 am
"Unfortunetly, I don't know where french fries are." His voice was still amused, dropping away from the man he had been hanging on. One hand moved to rest on the girls hair, patting at it affectionately. "But we can ask Shanuh if there are any potatoes around and I can make you sound. Is that good?"
Yeah. The bird cooked. He didn't care, really. His Shiniee left them, so he had to learn. The upset human had nothing to do with him, other then he was this little ones gaurdian. The fight inside could be heard, making his head twist around, lips twirling into a tight grin.
"Raptors. They're either oblivious to real things or so smart they're stupid. We're lucky we aren't raptors." The giant hat was pulled off, revealing the thick, feather-like locks of orange, yellow and red. "Don't scream, human man. Nothing bad is going to happen. At least Hylusis just wants French fries - not living kittens like my best friend."
((CONGRATS!))
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 8:20 am
((Annnnnd introducing someone new, mainly because he was eating my brain out))
Why was he here? Patrick had said, 'make sure Iamel doesn't do anything stupid' but he didn'tknow what the hell his colleagues son looked like. Was he black? Patrick was black. But Patrick had also said hair like fire, red eyes, tall (definately from his mother) and very thin. Dressed in velvet.
Right.
At least he was getting paid for this.
The undercover microbiologist moved ino the party with a Mardi Gras mask on (no use anymore, damned floods and hurricanes) and otherwise normal clothing. He was a 'partygoer' for his costum. Boot cut, faded jeans and a red flannel shirt over a white undershirt. He was dressing somewhat out of his league... Mister Cully Gallagher usually prefered something a bit more classy. The mask didn't hide the shock of red hair, though, nor could it hide the freckles on a good portion of his face, or on his hands. He was a little over weight and he knew it; he carried himself well.
Patrick had flirted with him and when a gay guy flirted (no matter if it was second nature or not) it meant you weren't half bad. That was good enough for him.
...And there he was. Patrick. He had SWORN he would not be coming ad that was why Cully ha to come. To watch over his son. When his father was right there.
What.
What the hell.
Cully, frame tall and broad shouldered, moved past and through some people in an effort to get to his wayward colleague but Patrick was wrapped up in some sort of conversation with a slutty candy-cane.
Amazing.
That bint.
Red eyes narrowed under his mask and the man groaned, head tilting back with a little shake. He was dressed like a FARMER. With a MASK. Bloody wonderful.
Might as well stay.
"If there isn't booze here, someone will die." His voice was dark, a mutter of patiance gone thing, as the male turned towards the food table.
....why the hell were there so many birds around? A blue one with a girl. An angry screaming yellow one. Lots of people using wings for their costume. A bird fetish? Whatever. He knew a few drinks into him and he wouldn't care much.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 8:40 am
Kat turned from the conversation before D.S. could speak again when she heard the shreak from another guest, she peered over some heads across the table at one who looked distressed, then she say it, a flash of feathers, something so beautiful it couldn't be anything else but a golden eagle. She figured that someone already owned that eagle and just couldnt be bothered keeping track of it. Her eyes left him when he dissapeard above into the rafters as she searched out the shop owner. Now that's the kind of bird she'd like to buy. She'd not be able to get bored and eat it nor could Damian roast it. Maybe the shop owner may be able to tell her where she could aquire such a creacher. An Eagle. How she wanted something so exotic. Remembering she was still stod with D.S. she turned back, mumbilying a sorry. Her mind continued, someday she'd get a bird that she wouldn't eat- The last three only lasted a few days each.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 8:46 am
The warm tears fell gently into the soft feathers, their tender fears carressing and embracing their new protector, unaware of just what great thing had taken place. What bond had just been etched into the stone recordings of a vast eternity. Fear courted now with the fearless, and as such was the way of fleeting visions of nocturnal horror, the feathers repelled the tears without further registering them, their existance quick and fleeting, before life giving oxygen cooled the white embers, extinguishing them entirely as Amber experianced the sensation of the moisture being wiped away with careful, and caring ministrations.
Come now...Get up. There isn't any more need to fear. I will protect you, my small one, my mouse.
The words never did register with her, but the Heron knew full well that the simple offering of the low, soft sound would be enough to quiet her. His slender throat vibrated as the unspoken words poured graceful, saving words of strength, for one who posessed none of her own.
Get up...it's time to get up.
His words came firmer this time. The beautiful one slowly brought his head up, stroking it against her own, beckoning her to rise from the earth and accept her place amongst the guardians, the keepers, and, most of all, amongst death.
Amber gently dismissed the rest of her tears and pushed herself up again, although unaware of her unconcious obediance to the bird. She only knew that she'd caused a bit of ruckuss and, most likely, a broken plate, thus meaning that it was her responsibility to pick up after it and apologize to the host - whoever that might be. "I'm ok....", her hoarse, quiet words came, "I'm glad the eagle didn't hurt you..and...I'm thankful you tried so hard to protect me. I'll be ok now though, so you can do what you want."
The girl still hadn't any idea what she'd just married herself to. Despite her words, she was suprised, as she went and began to pick up the plate, that the heron remained, watching her, and assisting every now and again by picking up a stray shard. How well he must have been trained! Perhaps a body bird? Body bird..what the hell was that, she wondered, to have come to mind, and the only image offered was a sort of body guard with feathers, that didn't quite seem to match up just right. She shook her head and placed the remaining mess on the table.
The heron was no ones body bird, although her protector, yes, he wasn't terribly fond of the idea-stricken look she spared him as some errant thought danced through her mind. His beak parted, clicking reproachfully, before reaching out and delicately grabbing ahold of Ambers' dress and pulling, not terribly hard, but just enough to get the point of - Come on, this way. You follow me. - across. Fortunately the woman seemed to understand, or perhaps fretted her dress being ripped, either one, and followed whichever direction he so chose to tug her until finally the pair stood very near to Shanuh.
The beautiful one then proceeded to release her, giving a look of 'Don't move, I'll be with you in a moment, dear.' to Amber, before craning his neck so as to look into the features of his prior caretaker, the red rimmed eyed smiling beneath the ruddy lights as the soft sounds emanated through the mind.
I'll be taking this one. She's not very brave, but I like her, I can help her. Just saying so, so you know where I am.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 9:15 am
"From what I know of him that seems like an easy thing to do... " Matsuo agreed as his eyes flickered over to their topic of conversation "so what did you say exactly?" He asked turning back with a raised brow and a curious expression. "So I don't make the same mistake?"
Although generally adept at tuning out others conversations, the commotion stirring was enough to break through his blinders. Turning, he caught sight of the kid with the dead duck in hand, making a face. "why are their children at a ...." He didn't get a chance to say anymore before his attention was drawn from that sight to the girl with two birds near her.. and her explosion. A brow rose once again before he shook his head "feisty one... are all of these parties this exciting? And invite so many birds?" He asked as he looked around, suddenly a lot more aware of the number of birds around them.. or people with wings... faltering a little. "if I had known it was bird themed I would have dressed the part..." The japanese boy joked, trying to hide his growing uncertainty.
Matsuo wasn't a stupid boy... perhaps not on par with his brother's genius but few were; Matsuo did have his moments. Shanuh's words that he had so easily dismissed as foolish before were ringing through his head.. as well as memories of that night of his get together with Iamel. Those wings had felt real. They moved. They joined into his skin and fluttered and while Matsuo had tried not to think about it before somehow the idea was now starting to sink in that he was the one who was the fool, not the shopkeeper. "Iamel..." he started, turning to Patrick with a tight expression "what is he?" While he doesn't think Patrick would actually answer him, he's hoping there is a chance.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 9:35 am
"I don't really remember what I said. I was concentrating on the fact that I was touching him, more then anything." Patrick shrugged briefly, hesitating slightly once Matsuo started to look around, studying people.
A girl exploded - she became a Gaurdian. He knew what it was, now. He knew what was going on. Now, the boy was catching on... A grin pulled at his lips, the piercings being pulled tight.
"Iamel is a Bird, Matsuo," He reminded him, "The wings ARE real and yes, I know, they're human. Iamel can also blow things up, when he wants to. Fun times at the Birdcage."
Patrick hesitated, "But don't go freaking out, alright? You're fine."
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