|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 3:25 am
 Peace quiet, something not all to common when dealing with a pirticular female. However it was night and the young kit was fast asleep, dreaming of whatever horrors she found sweet. She had grown not too long ago, but was still rather young though with all she had been told, with all she had seen, she hadn't been turned off from trying to bring upon the Apocalypse. So it was easy to asume her dreams had to do with mass chaos upon the world. Her plans, her weapons, and one could also assume that she dreampt of powers. She hadn't really discovered any yet, save for her healing factor which didn't exactly work. At least not like her father's. Perhaps it was this want for power, this need to make sure she would never be outmatched.
You know what they say. Be careful what you wish for.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~!" Grey eyes shot open, as the female let out a shrill cry. Squinting she grabed a hold of her mask, slaping it on her face before stumbling to her feet. Slowly she made her way to the room door, trying to keep a paw clutched onto her head. What was going on? Why was it so LOUD?! Voices, so many voices. She could barly hear her own thoughts.
She had barely heard her own scream.
Quickly she sliped out, almost tumbling down the stairs, inching towards the door. Pestilence grunted, pushing herself out into the cool night air, shutting her eyes and giving her head a good shake. "WHAAAAT!" Crap it, it hadn't looked like anyone had been watching the TV as she had made her way down and out the door. Of course she hadn't really looked. Her head felt like it was pounding, slowly being cracked open and run over by toasters on wheels.
She stumbled as she made her way a little further from the door, falling over infront of a tree, paws clutched to her head. WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON?!
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 4:25 pm
 The sky was dark and the moon was high, but Famine had yet to settle into bed. He liked the night. The stars cast a spell of quiet over their busy household, and even when Mom and Dad were being loud, he could count on the lake hour to make sure that no one bothered him with boring things. There were few activities Famine enjoyed more than spending a calming evening curled up on the roof with a blanket, a book, and his ever-present tea set.
Famine had been half-way through an account of the naval tactics during the Napoleonic Wars - bloody histories were the best ones - when a high shriek disturbed the peace. He was surprised enough that he lost a measure of control over his drink and ended up spilling all over the volume he'd borrowed from the HQ.
Hmm. Well, that was unfortunate. But the situation potentially interesting. Perhaps even better than the time an owl had tried to carry him off and he ended up chasing it back to its nest and eating its eggs. Famine wasn't concerned, because that wasn't his way, but live chaos was nearly always more dynamic and engrossing than the static, monochrome stories he found on the printed page.
Famine set down his things, shook some of the ringlets out of his eyes, and floated off in the direction of the disturbance. He was moderately surprised to discover that the source was Pestilence, of all people, and not one of the sadder, weaker specimens that lived at the Place.
"Hey," he asked her, in his customary deadpan. "Hey, what's wrong with you."
Famine was not known for his large heart or nurturing nature. Unlike his mother and sister, he felt an entire range of emotions, but they were muted and muddied, as though they came to him though a distant fog.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 5:32 pm
Had Pestilence known that her shriek had starttled her brother enough to have caused him to spill his tea she would have been so pleased. Tea parties were not the Apocalyptic thing to do, she'd never understand why he liked it so much. Then again even if she found out, at the current time her splitting headache would have distracted her just enough not to care.
A moan passed her lips as she crawled closer to the tree, smacking her head against it one in a less then gentle manner. It was then that Famine's voice rang out. "NOTHING!" she shouted, before shutting her eyes and returning her paws to the top of her head. Pssh, there was no way he'd believe that, but she wasn't about to be some form of entertainment for her brother.
"I have a headache." she frowned, tilting her head up to look at the floating male. "So SHUT UP!" of course his mouth wasn't exactly moving at that point, and her head was still being swarmed with voices here and there. "And -and, stop thinking! --And tell them to stop talking too! Or I swear I'll blow up everyone right NOW."
She wasn't too sure who they were, but it had to be someone. She wasn't about to believe that she was going crazy and hearing voices. She hadn't quite realized yet that she seemed to have telepathic powers kicking in, dispite the fact that she had asked her brother to stop thinking.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 6:05 pm
Famine was very used to his sister shouting abuse at him. Pestilence got angry at every little thing, and when there was nothing suitable around for her to go ballistic over, she groused about imaginary enemies and how no one around her was doing anything useful. In some ways Famine envied her. Becoming so absorbed in a single passion must make the time go faster. He didn't believe that he was capable of it.
"Ah. You're hearing voices." Famine surmised. He jerked Pestilence up into the air so that she would stop hitting herself. It seemed like the brotherly thing to do.
With Pestilence suspended in mid-air, it didn't take much effort for Famine to fly in a circle around her and check for strange magics or parasites. When he didn't see anything, he crossed his hind legs, brought a paw to his chin, and assumed a thinking position. This was a very curious situation. Even so, Famine did not panic. His thoughts were cool, dry, and as blase as the grey of his tails.
He set Pestilence down.
"Maybe we should go."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 7:07 pm
Famine would be disapointed to find that being so engrossed in a single passion didn't quite make time go faster. At least that's not the way Pestilence found it. She often lost track of time, but the young female found that she always ended up with too much of it. There was too much time. Too much left when she was finished doing what she did, too much time before she could bring mass chaos upon the world. Though Pestilence's concept of time was different then her brother's.
Cheeks puffed up at the mention of hearing voices. "I am not hearing voices! --Ok well maybe a little! But it's none of your business Luci! It's no- HEY!" Eyes widened as she was lifted from the ground with a sudden jerk. She scowled, taking a paw off her head to try and take a swipe at Famine. "PUT ME DOWN! Put me down right NOW!"
Ow. Pestilence winced, perhaps continuous screaming wasn't the best of ideas.
A glare was shot at he brother as he assumed his little thinking position. "Go?" she repeated, though she didn't have much time to say anything else as she was quickly carried off into the forest. "No! Famine stop! I said put me down! -Just let me hit my head against the tree a little more. It'll stop." Well hitting her head actualy made it worse, but at least it made her concentrate on something else for a short while.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 8:07 pm
Famine unceremoniously dropped Pez into a snow-bank. He hadn't floated either of them very high, so there wasn't much chance of her getting hurt, and anyway, they weren't the kind of siblings that believed in gentle landings. If Pez had fought him instead of complaining he wouldn't have been able to keep hold of her at all.
Frost clung to the tips of Famine's bangs. The Place where they all lived was nothing more than a glow on the horizon, now, and the forest was thick with strange sounds and jagged shadows. It was less monotonous than Famine might have assumed. He hoped that his eyes would grow accustomed to the dark.
"Hitting your head in a tree is pretty dumb," he informed his sister. There was no teasing or malice in his tone. He was simply stating a fact. "Your mask will come off."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 9:43 pm
Pestilence's nose wrinkled as she was droped into the snowback with a light thump. Her ears drooped, a rather peeved look upon her face. "Fam-- »ah-AHCHOO!«" she sneezed, lifting a silver paw and rubbing it against her nose. She hated when he did that, no matter how low to the ground she was. Famine needed some manners, not that she was one to talk as she didn't exactly have any.
It was quieter now, but the voices didn't seem to be stoping. They were a lot softer now, but remained. Her head was still filled with voices she didn't even know. Voices saying a lot of things she didn't really care about. -Not things she really didn't care about and did not want to hear. What did it matter if you used the wrong type of cabbage to cook with anyways?
Eyes narrowed before the silver kit shoved her head in the snow bank. He was right. Hitting her head against the tree could pull her mask off. Not that she'd care if her brother saw beneath her mask, but they were outside, who knew who happened to be lurking in the darkness. "Yeah? --Well you find a way to make it stop then." she moaned, keeping her head shoved in the snow.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 10:17 pm
"Hunh?"
Famine blinked. That hadn't been the request that he was expecting. Mostly he'd thought Pez would yell at him again, which would be okay, because that was comforting and ordinary.
Famine's thoughts were clear and straightforward. If he had an idea, he would float it in place for a little while, and then either discard it or proceed on down to the next link in the chain of deductive reasoning. The tenor of his thoughts was as polished as the silver in his hair.
"Isn't our place always noisy anyway?" Famine hovered over Pestilence. His tails twitched. He'd twisted back into his thinking pose. "Just ignore them."
Mmm. It was a passable evening. The moon was nearly full and snow was beginning to melt down to a thin sheen of ice. Soon, spring would be coming. Famine doubted that it would be any more interesting than winter, but at least it would be a change. He wondered if the ice felt cold beneath Pestilence's paws.
"I don't understand you. If you just look at things objectively, it's fairly easy to stay calm."
Like their mother. Their mother heard voices, or so Famine was told, and she never felt the need to yell or explode things. Of course, hanging out with his mother was never all that stimulating either. Famine supposed they were too much alike.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 10:58 pm
You definitely knew something was wrogn when Pestilence was upset, yet wasn't yelling. It wasn't normal. And even the young female felt a bit weird that she hadn't just shouted at her brother. She should have told him off, or pushed him down into the snow like how he had droped her in it. She should have-
ARG! She couldn't think straight. It was like the many channels from cable TV had been downloaded into her brain and were all playing at once. How was anyone supposed to live like this? Why the hell was she hearing voices now?!
"The noise has never bothered me before." she pulled her head from the snow, glaring at her brother, water dripping from her now rather wet hair. Whiping off her mask she huffed. "And I'm sure you wouldn't be saying that if you had all these voices buzzing around in your head, Famine! You really think that I wouldn't have already tried 'just ignoring them'? Don't be stupid. --And no. No it doesn't really feel cold." she wiggled her paws. "Why would you even ask that?!"
She sat down with a fwump, her gaze shifting downwards. "I AM calm! -This is my calm face. My head just HURTS. --And you're not going to ever understand me if you're always sitting around reading." Sheesh, one minute she was yelling and the next she was talking quite softly. The voices needed to stop, this was just getting bizare.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 12:13 am
"Understanding you isn't necessary to me." Famine made a shrugging gesture with his paws. "I was merely making a statement of fact."
For once in his life, Wade Wilson's only son deigned to sit down on the ground. He picked a space where a tree had sheltered the dirt so that it was relatively dry, and was careful to ensure that only his leather boots touched anything that might be construed as dirt. Balancing on his hind legs was not a significant problem, though it was not entirely pleasant to feel the extra weight of his body.
"Who do you hear?"
Either Pestilence was like their mother, or she was schizophrenic. There was surely a simple means to discover which.
"Do you hear me?"
He recited to himself a passage from the book he had just been reading.
Although the most acute judges of the witches and even the witches themselves, were convinced of the guilt of witchery, the guilt nevertheless was non-existent. It is thus with all guilt.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 12:55 am
Pestilence shook her head, trying to clear out some of the voices. "You're a Horseman Famine. You're supposed to at least understand some of me. -It's part of the whole Apocalyptic Four Horsemen job. I think there's some sibling rule like that too, but who cares about that. It's all about the Apocalypse. So don't let your lack of understanding mess it up!"
A brow arched, as she canted her head to the left. Famine was...sitting down? She wasn't even aware her brother was capable of sitting down! Especially sitting down outside! There was all the dirt and snow and whatever else he seemed to never want to touch. Really she didn't get it, she probably never would. This strange night was just getting stranger. She wasn't yelling as much, Famine was sitting down. Had the world gone and turned itself upside down or something. Had 2+2 become equal to 5?
"Who do I hear?" she frowned, fliping her tails from side to side. "Well oviously I hear people. -Who else would I hear? --Things like cooking, and something about skiing, and som- Witches?" she paused, blinking her masked grey eyes. That voice. The one talking about witches was the loudest (which was most certainly due to Famine being so close to her), and she knew that voice. Oh yes. That was her brother's voice.
"Please tell me you're not..." her voice turned somewhat bitter. If he was thinking about witches that ment she could hear what was going on in his head. It ment that she was like their mother. Oh, how right now she'd much rather be crazy, especially if this getting into other's heads thing ment headaches this bad. And of course there were the ovious pros and cons. Like a bad thing would be that she could get into her tea-drinking, book-reading brother's head. Of course a good thing would be that she could get into her brother's head.
Reading minds would certainly come in handy. It would indeed benifit the Apocalypse. She'd be a better Horsemen if she could literally get into the head of her enemies. But she couldn't even focus straight. The voices were getting muddled up with her own thoughts, maybe the reason behind that pounding in her skull. "Your voice is very obnoxious. Telling me things about witches. --Did they die?"
Oy. Being crazy seemed a lit simpler.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 4:20 am
"The passage isn't really about witches. It's about how guilt is a useless emotion."
Famine didn't know if it was possible to mentally roll your eyes, but in that moment he did his best to convey the sentiment without physically moving his face. If Famine made real faces, he would look older sooner, and most emotional expressions looked stretched, funny, or stupid. Famine had his dignity to consider.
"Neitzche wrote a lot of obvious things. I guess that makes him tedious, but- mmm, there are only so many books in the library."
Famine pictured the image of a woman burning at the stake. She wept and shivered and pulled at her bonds, but there was not helping her situation. A man set fire to the brush below her and soon her skirts were wreathed in flame. She screamed and writhed while the crowd cheered wildly. It was a moderately diverting tableaux.
Could Pestilence get the impression of a thought, as was as an internal monologue? Famine supposed that now they would know.
"Of course, in the human world, lots of people died because they were accused of witchcraft. Real witches like Morgan's family don't burn that easily, but it was easy for smart humans to accuse useless their enemies of black magic and raise angry mobs to get rid of them. It's easy to get people on your side if they're afraid of the other one, don't you think?"
This was the most that Famine had talked in one go for... mmm, a long time. He hoped his throat wouldn't dry out. Eating the snow was a possibility, but that wasn't likely to be very sanitary.
Famine sighed heavily.
"I wish something amusing like that would happen here."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 4:16 pm
Guilt? Some emotion that Pestilence probably would never feel, let alone one she knew much about. All she knew about guilt was that it was some kind of bad feeling that ate at you after you did something. Sounded useless enough. "Whatever!"
Pestilence hadn't been paying enough attention to catch Famine's mental roll of his eyes. She was a tad distracted by literally screaming in her head. 'WHAT DO I NEED TO KNOW THE PRICE OF SNEAKERS FOR?! I don't WEAR shoes! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP! -If you like the #%&@ things so much just BUY them!'
If it was real people she was actually hearing in her head, then whoever this idiot was -this person going on an on about some shoes- needed to be shot. If she ever found the person who matched the voice softly echoing in the back of her mind she'd shot them. And after that she'd pull out their intestines and make them into a belt. That would show them. Talk about stupid things when she seemed to have a power finally kick in, would they?
"Huh? -What? --Who's tedious? There's other people in the library? I thought you were the only one who went in there. Who else is READING?!" Other people went in the library? This was a new fact to the female. Of course that hadn't been what Famine had said, even if his voice seemed to be the loudest in her head there were still the other voices. She was having a rather difficult time trying to get them all to be quiet.
Masked eyes blinked, as a puzzled look crossed Pestilence's face. Did someone just change the channel in her brain or something? She could have sworn the image of someone being burnt had flashed through her head. It had been rather static, like those old TVs with the antenna that you had to wiggle to get the picture to look right. Maybe if she-
Lifting a paw she moved her ears, like one would that same TV antenna. If she could just get her ears in the right spot maybe that glorious image would come back. It wasn't working. With practice she'd probably be able to control if she saw thoughts or heard them and would certainly be able to control when her power was on. It'd finally have an off switch, with a bit of practice.
"Well of course it is! Why do you think I have a list? Oviously to make those with any bit of a brain know that those against the Apocalypse are evil, and they'll end up dead if they join that side! -Though I have to say that is pretty cool. Buring people. Not as thrilling as blowing someone up, but almost as good with the screaming."
Talking a few steps towards her brother she paused, giving her head a shake. Stupid voices. "You want something amusing like people being burned alive to happen here? Ummm..hello? We're HORSEMEN! The road to the Apocalypse will be way better then that. AND then when the Apocalypse finally comes it'll make stuff like that look as innocent as someone baking a cake and lacing it with lye or something."
Her body stiffened, "Do me a favor and keep talking! -I'd rather listen to your obnoxious voice then whatever idiots I'm hearing." Not a very common request, but if his voice was the loudest that she could hear maybe it would drown out all the others.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 2:41 pm
"Apocalpyse...?" Famine tested the word out. "Mmm, well, I guess that's alright for you, but I just want to watch interesting things. Getting my paws dirty... that sounds like work. I could get sweaty."
Bits of ice crunched under his boots. He would have to polish them once he got back to the house. Life much be such a bother for all the kitsu who had to run everywhere.
"Anyway, you babble a lot. It makes me tune out what you're saying." It was making Famine himself speak more than usual. The last time he'd been this verbose was... mmm, with Adelais. And that had only been the once. "Just be quiet and concentrate on me instead of boring people."
Famine smoothed his hair with one of his forepaws, and for the briefest flash of a second, the corner of his eye was visible. Or maybe that was merely a trick of the light.
Further words weren't necessary. Famine built a dream for his sister, lovingly rendering a battle of the First World War in vivid, gory technicolor. There was blood and smoke and machine-gun fire, bodies twisted and trampled into the mud, men huddling miserably in the earth, waiting to die in trenches that were more like open graves. He could practically smell the bile and gun-powder.
Apparently there was more going on under Famine's laconic facade than met the eye.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 4:50 pm
Sweaty? He was worried about something like that? Oh why was she not surprised. "And the Apocalypse wouldn't be interesting? It wouldn't be fun to watch people run for their lives even though they know the world is doomed? With the BOOMs and the CRASHes and the SMASHes! -You're worried about getting dirty. Dirty? That's what a bath is for Famine! I don't know why you have to be so dainty. --Some times it feels like I have two sisters instead of a brother and a sister."
Her gaze turned away from her brother for a moment, she was aware that she tended to monologue a lot, but babble? "I don't babble a lot. Daaaad babbles a lot." Pestilence didn't bother comment on getting tuned out. If she wanted she could always just hold him down and make him listen, which would be a whole lot easier at the moment seeing as he was sitting on the ground.
If this was telepathic abilities she was gaining, and it really didn't seem like reading mind could be anything but, then maybe she could just talk inside Famine's head to get him to not tune her out. Of course, she couldn't even control hearing the voices of others, let alone try and figure out how you'd talk to someone through minds.
Concentrate. She could do that, couldn't she? She had to concentrate all the time when she was having her lessons with Uncle Jack, she had to make sure she didn't get distracted. Of course she usually did at least once a leasson. This was rather different then her weapon making leassons however, the only thing to get distracted by where those other voices swarming about in her head.
"But I don't like quiet.." she muttered under her breath. Quiet wasn't very thrilling. Quiet usually ment nothing was going on, and that ment no BOOMs. No BOOMs of course ment no explosions, no fights, no dirt flying through the air. Nothing. But her brother was willing to help and he did have powers long before she did. He knew how to use powers practically since he hatched. Perhaps being quiet was all part of training your power, and if it was. She didn't like it.
Pestilence wasn't aware that she had already been gifted with a power before this new one. She had that glitchy healing factor, but chances were she'd never know about it. All she knew was she'd never gotten sick and that sometime when she got hurt she healed faster then normal. Or course sometimes she healed slower then normal.
Slowly she staggered up to her brother, ploping down right next to him. Shutting her eyes she tried to keep quiet and concentrate like he had said. It was a lot harder then she had thought, and there was that static again in her head. It took a few moments for the static to clear enough for Pestilence to know what she was seeing. The gore. Guns, smoke, bodies all over the place and blood flying every way imaginable. Groups of men laying in the mud as bullets shot past them. "That's pretty, almost like the Apocalypse. -What is it?" she spoke softly still trying to keep quiet.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
