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 Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 2:29 pm
 Prospero, or Ro as he was more commonly known when he wasn't being called variants of Brat, was practicing being cool. According to his mother, Asika, it ran in her side of the family and since Ro looked more like her than he looked like his father Porfirio, who was always wrong, he ought to be learning how to be cool. He was trying to walk the cool walk and talk the cool talk and so far... so far it wasn't going too well. His mother, his brother, and a squirrel had all laughed at him. (His father had just smiled good naturedly, but dad was like that. Dad smiled at everything. Even when mom beat him bloody.)
Currently, he was lounging outside on a warm rock watching the grass grow and trying to look cool. But if this was being cool, this was boring.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 2:55 pm
 Pestilence had ventured out of the house, accompanied by Weasel, her uncle Jack. You didn't think one so young would be allowed out by herself did you? Not when she clearly showed signs of getting into a whole bunch of trouble the minute you took your eye off her. -Which is exactly what Weasel had done. Pestilence had told him that his shoe was untied and so in the time it took for him to look down and realize he didn't have shoes (which was only really a second or two), she was gone. Not something the little tech guy was too happy about. Now he'd have to find her, and she was being so good before.
The young female giggled, her silver tails swaying back and forth in the air. "Silly Uncle Jack. I'll go play with him later, but now I wanna play out here. -Have t' get to know the place before I bring upon the Apocalypse." A grin was spread widely across her maw as she strolled along. Her masked eyes darting about taking her suroundings all in. The place was so bright, so pretty, so ick. No distruction, nothing going BOOM, nothing burning. Clearly a non-Apocalyptic world. She'd change that, oh yes she would.
Her want for the Apocalypse must have come from her less then normal family or her namesake, it wouldn't really make sense otherwise...right? Maybe she was just cracked, messed in the head. Like her father.
Reaching into one of her blue arm-socks she pulled out an army man the grin only growing wider upon her face. "So Bumpkin what do you think? This place needs a major renovation. Shoot it down with missels and blow it up with grenades. "Ahhhhhh! I've been hit! H-help meeee~" Oh? Bumpkin, you're right. We've got to learn how to make our weapons first. "The pain! Someone save ME!" I'm glad you see it that way." With a snicker the female snaped the little green army man in two and tossed it over her shoulder. She had more where that came from, and she certainly loved to play with them.
Eyes grew wide, as the faint flicker of another appeared in the distace. How far had she walked? She knew she had put some distance between her and her uncle, but her little legs would only take her so far. She hadn't expected to run into another. Oh well, maybe they'd be all for the coming Apocalypse, and if not..Well she'd just put them on her list.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 4:38 pm
Ro spotted something moving in the tall grass and perked up. Further focusing revealed a bobbing group of black-tipped tails, which made him think for a moment that it was his brother Kinseo. The wimp! A wicked grin crossed Ro's face and he hopped off the rock to go investigate.
If it was Kinseo... man oh man was he in for a world of hurt!
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 5:02 pm
Eyes were fixed ahead, watching the blur slowly start to come into focus, the object that was mearly a lump in the distance, taking its shape, its true form. The young female paused in her steps, as she had moved close enough to the object to be able to fully tell what it was. A frown crossed her lips, as her dark tiped ears pined themselves back against her skull. Oh. She had not been expecting that. She had thought, well she had thought it had actually been something. Even if at first she hadn't wanted it to be something, the fact that it was indeed nothing made her want it to be something. Geeze, that was confusing.
'It's just a rock. A stupid old rock. -And here I thought it was going to be someone to talk about the Apocalypse. --Even if I am happy that it's nothing, it could have at least of been SOMETHING. Like a pile of army men, I'm running low. I should ask mama and dada if they'll get me some more. They just don't last. They really should make them explosion proof.' she thought to herself, eyes shutting down from just the dulling thought of it being nothing, but a rock.
Her little claws tapped gently against the ground, her nose wiggling. "Well that rock is on my list. -Disapointing me like that. It doesn't know who it's messing with! I'll get something that goes BOOM! from dada's belt and come and blow it up. --Shouldn't have disapointed me like that." the female huffed, rather upset over such a small fact.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 5:49 pm
Ro crouched low to the ground like a seasoned hunter as he approached the other kitsu in the grass. He was realizing now that it was too small to be his brother, but didn't stop. After all, being cool needed an audience. And if he couldn't be cool, he'd just beat them up. That would be fun, too.
The voice coming from ahead of him was young and female... and violent! Now here was someone Ro could get along with! He poked his head through the grass, noted it was a little gray kit a bit younger than him, and suavely said, "Boo."
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 6:15 pm
Her cheeks were puffed up, a very upset look upon her face. Pestilence was most likely holding in a tantrum. She really did not have a grasp on her anger, and would probably need some form of anger management...If she didn't attempt to blow up whoever was teaching her anyways. Then again maybe it'd be best if she learned to control that temper of her's by herself.
"I leave that rock alone and everyone will just walk all over me. -Think I'm some kind of push over because it'll make me look like an idiot. -A genuis such as myself can't allow that to happen. Not if I gotta do what I gotta do." She slamed her tails down on the ground, with nothing more then a gentle thump. She was still a kit afer all and recently hatched! Thus she was incredibly light in weight. She hadn't really been talking to anyone, simply voicing her thoughts aloud, that or she was talking to however many more army men that she had stashed away in her sleeves.
"And to think th- AHHHHH!" the female screeched as she toppled backwards, an older male (though still young by the looks of it) poping out in front of her. What. The. HELL. She lifted a paw, fixing her mask, eyes narrowing. Who was this guy? And where did he come from? -Hey maybe it hadn't been the rock. Maybe it was HIM!
"Who ARE you?!" she screamed at him. Her dark tiped tails flailing wildly behind her. "You don't just do that! -Jump out of nowhere. I DON'T like that." her voice turned to a hiss. He was lucky that she didn't open a can of whoop @$# and take him down. Not that Pestilence actually knew how to fight yet. No. She hadn't really gotting around to asking Deadpool. She'd have to ask him after learning more about how to make guns and the like.
"Do that again and I'll take you out." Yeah, she'd prepare and then just take him down. It would be easy, she was a genius after all and even if she couldn't fight yet that didn't mean that he'd be able to beat her. "I'll make sure that when the Apocalypse starts that you're the first to go. --Got that little man!" So he wasn't little, at least not compared to her, didn't mean she couldn't call him that however.
'Why can't I run into someone MY size. Probably make things a lot easier.'
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 5:10 am
Ro laughed and stepped further out of the bush, stepping around the angry little gray kit. His mother would have probably attacked the little thing - she'd nearly killed her sons several times during their infancy, and before it, even - but Ro was cool. And cool people didn't rip and shred and kill for no reason. Maybe it was an acquired taste.
He stalked in a circle around the screaming kit, who was easily only half his size and therefore no threat to his well-being (or so he reasoned), an easy grin on his face and his gemlike fur glittering in the sun. (It had been soft until recently, but now it was getting a bit more like his parents'. It made him happy.)
"You're awfully high-strung for someone so little," he told her, tails bobbing behind him. "Relax," he continued, trying to share the lessons of 'cool' with someone obviously uninformed. "Be cool."
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 12:35 pm
Masked eyes watched the other, his movements as he steped further out and around her. Watched as he began to circle, he was bigger then she had thought, then he had orginally looked, she'd still kick his tail if she needed to. An eye squinted as the sun glimmered off his black fur, he was so..shiny. That pelt of his, glossy and glimmery, glittering like an explosion of craft sprinkles. Why did his fur glimmer like that? She'd probably never know. All she did know was that it was annoying, to shiny for her likes. Or maybe she was just being judgmental about him as he had startled her. It was probably that.
"You're awfully high-strung for someone so little." The words hit her like a freight train. "HIGH-STRUNG?!" she wailed, her ears shooting up and fur bristling. She wasn't high-strung! She didn't even really know what it mean, too young to know every single word just yet. All Pestilence knew was that it was probably something not so good. Some insult, or something of the sort. "I am NOT high-strung! If I was then mama or dada would have told me! AND THEY DIDN'T!" the young female glared, hoping her point was getting across to the other. "So I'm not. --You don't know anything!"
The kit was breathing heavily now, catching her breath from the screams. Quickly angered, easily angered. The male would notice that she had quite the little bad tempter. Was it the Nobody blood that flowed within her? The reason she seemed to only really have one emotion? Her mother was only half Nobody so wouldn't the effects of being emotionless be lost on the kit, she wasn't even half. "I am calm!" she huffed as she was told to relax, her ears fliping back in a peeved manner.
Her jaw twitched irritatedly, her little chompers showing. "Cool?" she shook her head, anger still in her voice. She still hadn't begun to relax just yet. "You're not cool! My dada's cool. My mama's cool. --And I don't NEED to be something like cool. I have better things." Yes, Pestilence did not need this 'being cool'. She didn't need people to see her as cool, she needed people to see her as the Bringer of the Apocalypse. She was named after a Horseman for a reason, even her big brother was! Her big sister...Not so much. That didn't really matter, the lot of them were still Horsemen, and she was going to make sure the Apocalypse came. -Where a kit gets these kind of ideas is a hard thing to place.
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