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 Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 4:41 pm
(( Well flame can't stop me from fullfilling my own requirements with dual action freakness. That said, if anyone feels like they want to burrow themselves in this rp, I won't mind at all. I like rping while I'm drawing the buggers for some reason too so eh.. BUT I AM RPING WITH MYSELF. YES. YES I AM. I DONT WANNA HEAR IT, OKAY. ))
The setting: PARK. AGAIN. Life was a revolving carousel that he couldn't seem to get off of, and all the plastic, painted faces in the world spinning around him were enough to make him extra trigger happy. Nevermind that he actually packed two guns now; one for each twin. No, to PROTECT them.
This time, however, his companion shared undoubtedly the same disdain for picturess parent life as he did. The ever-sultry alien woman barricaded down the sidewalk into the grass, toppling some 4 laws of physics that Veist could count as he watched her in half combat turned stilleto boots, all while balancing a scarred looking pink child on one hip.
"Noire." Veist faked a smile.
"Hey, sexy rogue man." Her tone of voice seemed as fake as his smile, though for some reason the two 'adults' shared the same need to give off initial fake, yet sarcastic and mocking greetings. The two messes of frizzy, curly black hair on either side of the sitting blonde man grew silent. "Midan, Midas, this is Noire... my.. uh.."
"Girlfriend. You two can just call me 'mommy.'"
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 5:00 pm
"I feel like I'm being eaten by a thousand million children." Noire combusted, collapsing unmodestly into an indian-style seat despite the short skirt she wore. Thankfully, to all involved, her layers of clothing beneath spared any horrific sights.
"Mommy?" The pink one tried, squeezing the black netted veil-shirt his mother wore, observing the two black-frizzes that eyed him with a violet rage.
"Spiderman is always hungry." Veist smirked, the little game of battleship ending when the expression was proven genuine.
It took Noire a good two minutes to pry her son off her shirt. "Fala, calm down now. You've met Veist and the girls before."
"No..." Fala tried, curling up toes and fingers ... and wings and fortune auras.
"It's much too late to get away." Veist tried, eyes lowering in embaressed shame of his own humor.
"Don't struggle like that, they will only love you more." Noire returned, scooting closer to the man.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 5:11 pm
Frizz number one opted to speak first. The dominant one. The foolish one. The one who was reeled in every so often by the ingenuous plottings of her ugly, identical stepping stool. "Mine." Midan declared, pointing unflinchingly with chubby toddler hands at the pink Fala.
Veist simply snorted.
Fala felt an unearthly chill take over his body; a breath got caught in his throat and though his understanding and comprehension of words and the world was still quite limited, he somehow knew exactly what she meant.
It only got worse.
"No mine!" Frizz two spoke, like an Omega dog suddenly pouncing into a battle from the side, turning on her Alpha.
The rage in the two violet eyes grew somehow, turning inward on each other, and Fala took the chance to smartly flee. BUT blast it all; he was on one of those evil toddler leashes.
"You aren't supposed to try and run away until you are much older, Fala baby." Noire tried, an exasperated sigh.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 6:04 pm
"Where is the other one? Don't they come in pairs?" Veist asked, watching with a veiled amusement as Fala tried desperately at his restraints.
"Rav's at home with Aricin." Noire concluded with a shrug.
"Aricin." Veist repeated, smirk returning.
"Aricin." Noire ended, a disgruntled shuffle in her seat. "Fala, stop it, come on. I'll let you off it. If you didn't try to hide behind everything all the time you wouldn't NEED it, silly..." She unhooked her son from the ridiculous harness he had on, and the boy gave momentary pause as he considered his options. The two girls seemed distracted with pulling out each others hair (and there seemed to be an endless supply of it between them) so he sat down cautiously at his mothers side.
"I'll bet it's not every day a girl like you gets sent on a mission of procreation with a... what would you call it... hot blonde?" Veist continued, unwilling to drop her tourment.
"Oh yeah." Noire caved, letting out a sigh as the subject continued, looking mildly amused at Veist's curiousity. "I see even the almighty, emotionally detached crime lord isn't above such rowdy, romance novel material like this.."
Veist shrugged a shoulder, hiding the fact he was quite horrified at that self realization. "It's the kids. Suddenly I care a lot more about the basic animal lusts of our species."
"Ah-ah. Your species."
It was the distraction of the adults that allowed Midan and Midas their chance. Fala, looking up at his mother, and Midan's uncanny ability to bounce around like a cheetah before anyone ever knew she was there led to world war three in toddler land.
Midan pounced on the innocent pink boy, soon followed by a clumsy pounce on Midas' part, and through all his wailing and horror Fala only curled up in a ball and tried to go to his happy place. Much to his surprise, sort of, neither girl seemed intent on hurting him so much as claiming him, and with what could only be described as a vile realization Fala noticed one girl was gnawing on his shoulder. Drool was getting. Everywhere.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 1:17 am
The parents watched in unison as the three bumbling messes of creatures rolled around in gnawing and drooling and compressing and tackling. They both looked back at each other and seemed to shrug it off with appalling apathy at the same time.
Fala whimpered until a victor seemed to be declared between the girls. Midas sitting ontop him, rubbing the drool off her own mouth, smiling happily down at the boy underneath her. "Mine, kay?" She asked, petting his face.
Fala grimmaced, glancing at a glowering Midan not two feet away with a fresh red scratch on her cheek.
"Kay..." Fala shakily replied.
"So, you two working out?" Veist asked, sitting up straight as the woman's person seemed to be gravitating toward his own. Some sort of magnent, he thought.
"What?" Noire asked, oblivious nature striking in with two very bizarre blinks of her pink eyes before she recalled the topic. "Aricin and me? Uh." She pursed her lips and shrugged.
"Oh please." Veist snorted, running a hand through- or rather, up his hair. "You've got some guy entrapped back home and he hasn't run away yet. This is a bloody fantasy of yours."
"You talk like you know me so well." Noire smirked again, shifting her weight to her left arm which happened to place her face not three inches from his shoulder. "No, not quite. In my fantasy the guy who knocks me up is a romantic prince who dotes on me and fights with me at all the right times. A prince... or a rogue."
Veist let out an uneasy breath and leaned away from her.
"Mommy." Fala declared, walking up to his mother. He was holding the hand of frizz number two. "My friend." He told her, nodding at Midas. He didn't exactly sound sincere; and she was holding his hand awful tight.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 1:24 am
"Dadee me keep, kay?" Midas tried, smiling sweetly at her father who quickly cleared his throat and picked her up; sticking her at his side, in between himself and Noire. Fala didn't hide a happy smile when his captor had been abducted, and quickly ran to the opposite side of his mother, clinging to her for dear life.
"We go home now mom kay?" Fala tried anxiously.
"Not a chance, baby." Noire scolded, eyebrows furrowed. "Go play with the other one."
Midan's face brightened.
"Wh-!! N-!! .. MOMMY!" Fala whined, once again appalled at his mother's lack of empathy. Or stupidity. But more likely she just didn't care. How could she not care?!
Midas knew better than to try to wriggle from her father's grasp, and could only look on with a look that said retribution would come in turn as her sister slithered over to the exposed boy and grabbed his ankles, pulling him to a seat.
"We play eat." Midan instructed, picking up some grass with her chubby hand and thrusting said hand toward Fala's mouth. "Eat."
"MOMMY!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 7:04 pm
It was with great force of will that Fala looked pleadingly to his mother, ignoring all prior experience as one must assume he always did in his short life. She hadn't spent a thought for her tortured son, instead looking deep into the violet father's eyes, and thus crashing all his hopes of being saved in one instant... again.
"But... icky..." He tried, and Midan's face seemed none happier to say the least.
"Why are you so interested?" Noire asked, swiveling slightly on the arm that supported her upper weight in a flouncy flirtatious gesture.
Veist snorted, stifling a chuckle. "Aaaah, I'm sorry Noire, it's just hard not to laugh at how predictable you are sometimes."
Noire shook her head. "Alright, then I'm predictable." She seemed bemused, and turned toward him so she could kiss him lightly on the lips.
Veist utterly motionless, blank in the face as ever before, cracking only when she'd moved sufficiently away from him to speak. "I really wouldn't..." and the cocking of a gun could be heard.
"MOMMY IT-" Cough, gag! "GRASS!"
Noire's scorned growl diverted it's target when she spotted a hand being shoved into her meeker' son's mouth, full of grass. "HEY!" She bellowed, causing even a slight tremor in Midan.
"We are vegetarians, you little brat, not extremists!" She continued, crawling over to her son and wiping the inside of his mouth with her finger. He coughed pathetically, then clung to his mother in an equally spineless gesture, milking any sympathy for all it was worth.
Midan glared hatefully at Noire, where as her pair seemed quite suddenly pleased with the woman.
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