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 Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 4:07 pm
(( Note: This is for Quest Two, Sunny Day. ))
Rascir was in nothing but a pair of Batman underoos, denim country bumpkin overalls, and sandals as he sat ecstatically driving his gardening spade into the spring earth. Jenys had given him a packet of marigolds and designated a patch of ground near a grassy part of the apartment grounds to make himself a little garden.
All that could be seen to outside eyes was a large floppy straw hat and the sound of someone small singing...
"Inch worm, inch worm... measuring the marigolds...!"
It was almost sickening.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 4:21 pm
Diacyn, oddly enough, was also lost in music. He was humming the theme from "Mission Impossible" under his breath as he kicked a couple of rocks along the road. He was dressed slightly more stylishly then Rascir, and also slightly more offensively. Patched and torn jeans, heavy wallet chains dangling out of his pockets (though he didn't have any wallets to attach them to), and a hand-lettered T-shirt reading "I'm mentally flipping you off" gave him the look of some kind of tough 'hood gangster (though this was a bit undermined by his height and pale skin).
When he saw Rascir, he immediately realized this was another one of the Birds, and kicked the rock straight into the flower patch out of surprise. Yup, another Bird. And a highly musical one, apparently.
"What's that for?" Diacyn pointed to the spade, apparently under the belief that it was some kind of obscure weapon. Everything was a weapon in his mind, or something to be whacked by one.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 4:25 pm
Rascir looked up at him from under his hat. He pulled off bits of determined earth off his spade and smiled up at him from where he was digging holes in the ground on his hands and knees.
"I'm planting seeds!" he said. "Jenys says big ol' flowers come out of little bitty seeds with water and sun, so I'm gonna plant marigolds and see what happens."
He sat back and looked up at Diacyn, fanning his wings without thought. Rascir tilted his head at him. "Don't I know you?" he winked and scratched his head through a hole in his hat.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 4:57 pm
Diacyn raised one eyebrow. "Uh... nope." He definitely would have remembered a Technicolor, long-haired, singing, flower-planting Bird. That was the kind of thing that just ingrained itself in one's memory.
His curiosity getting the better of him, he stepped into the garden and peered into the freshly dug holes before scrutinizing the seeds. "Flowers come out of those things? That's... really wierd."
He scuffed one sneakered foot against the soft earth, still looking at Rascir with that curious raised-eyebrow expression. "Flowers... eeew. You don't eat them, do you?"
After Iamel and his grasshoppers... ANYTHING was possible.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 4:32 pm
"I got a book from the library and it said that you could eat some flowers, but mostly they just kinda stick 'em on cakes for decoration," he shook his head at Diacyn. "I like vegetables, but I don't think a flower is one."
He took up his spade again and dug a little hole. "See, whatcha gotta do is make a little hole like this and then you drop a seed in," he fumbled a bit as he pulled the thin black seed from the marigold packet out and dropped it in. "Then you bury it again and wait. Jenys says you gotta keep it watered or it won't pop out."
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 8:55 am
"Huh." Diacyn squatted down next to Rascir, accidentally flattening several holes in the process. "I like cake, but... if you don't eat them, what are these flower things good for?"
He was torn between watching Rascir plant the flowers and giving the little songbird a rock to the face. Something about that high-pitched song-like voice- even when he was talking he sounded like he was singing!- was just getting on his nerves. But Rascir had also piqued his curiosity... he was just so different from the others. Not hyper-talkative or aloof or even a sadistic maniac kingfisher, just... nice.
Wierd.
Shrugging, he poked at the marigold seed now lying in the hole. That was wierd too.. Diacyn did not understand plants at all.
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