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 Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 7:20 am
who: FarFar 'Death' Wilson and ??? [your kitsu here]
what: Death is bored
where: only far enough away from headquarters for those there to be relatively 'safe' for the moment, somewhere in the 'wild' -probably an equilateral triangle's other point from Haisyn Place and Realm HQ
when: early, mid spring. A cool and sunny day.
why: Death is overtaking my head and needs to play before it drives me insane. O_o Please!! Please help me!
extra: Roleplay is open to begin with but may become private after a few people join just so we don't get overwhelmed. *winks* Please... if you start... please keep going. Death is in three other roleplays that have stagnated and I'm afraid of the repercussions if there is another. O_O This is one personality that does not do well waiting patiently!! A pretty, silver haired kitsusagi in a very feminine and flattering dress lay on its back quite unladylike with its paws in the air batting at what looked to be shadows above it in a pleasant, sunny glade smack dab in a forest. The kitsu's long sleeves had fallen down to reveal blue armsocks that did not quite match the rest of its black and blue outfit being more 'primary' in shade rather than lovely midnight-blue -nor did they seem made for this kitsu at all, not really fitting its lovely female form. Long, silver hair in a ponytail splayed out above the kitsu's head as it juggled the shadows chaotically and with no apparent sense or pattern at all. Sometimes a 'ball' would shoot out from the paws to careen erratically but unerringly into the nearby branches with a resounding crack. After the first two made the kitsu smile the others failed to do so and it frowned, brow ridge furrowing in puzzlement.
FarFar Wilson, self-proclaimed Legionaire of Darkness and Hungriness of Bellies -otherwise known as 'Death'- was bored. Dangerous for any kitsusagi perhaps, but exponentially so for this mad child of the 'Merc with a Mouth' and the playful half-Nobody Bryna.
To make matters worse -if that were possible- Death's 'talky guy', her announcer or narrator if you prefer, apparently was on strike -if one listened to the kitsu's unending chatter. For yes... this beautiful kitsu who did not believe it was of either gender (no matter how clearly it looked like a female) was talking unendlessly and even arguing with an apparent lack of voice -berating nothing and yelling for him to stop being a stubborn pudding-head and just give it the introduction it deserved and wasn't he supposed to do what it wanted and as if it wasn't bad enough the yellow was missing and now 'Rum was always too busy with studies or staring out the window up at the night sky to help it look for Josh and why did Pops have to hog Josh all to himself and that Famine and FluffyBottom were boring and Pez didn't want to have any fun and she couldn't find Emo-boy and why should it matter if he had a girlfriend or not and Tasky had managed to evade it (not that Death had looked but maybe on some alternate dimension it had) and Uncle Remy was always busy and the twin-cousin that had been fun was now hunkering and moping about nothing Death could fathom and it was just boring picking on cousin Ed's tininess and... and...
It was the same old, same old. Fun was becoming monotonous. With hundreds of blood family and other family and lots of species ... FarFar was getting bored of the same things. Not that it registered how its favorite kitsu of all time (the poor unfortunate Josh Kirkpatrick aka Uncle Chucky only to his face) always tried to avoid or otherwise get away from Death, but that at least was always fun and new to Death. Only... it hadn't happened enough lately -and everything else for some reason felt like routine.
Death hated routine. Lousy thing.
And now its talky-guy was being stubborn and not even bothering to argue back with it. Not even his usual corncob-somewhere-painful indifference. He was not allowed to take breaks!! How dare he!!
Maybe... maybe he was bored too? FarFar might have pondered it, but the notion of boredom and that it was bored suddenly slipped its mind leaving the mad kitsu utterly perplexed and lost as it started yelling for peanut butter and the voice to return, shooting more shadow-balls wildly around instead of merely juggling them while claiming it would 'get' him and he'd be sorry for being silent so long and just wait until the tar-baby got him and why did he have to be so stubborn didn't he want cilantro ice cream with peanut butter sauce and how else was it supposed to know if the leaves were homosexual if he didn't tell her and where did it leave its practice sword -because its secret stash was on the isle out of phase in the keys now and if he didn't come back soon how was it going to feed all the sporks in time.
Death was bored.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 8:15 am
 Emo boy was certainly...emo.
If anyone had noticed, Josh had been rather hard to find at the Fierra place lately. For one, he was tired of the crazy people who resided there, especially those who liked to bother him a lot. People that he preferred not to name, and not to think of.
He was usually over at Xanul's place, since, well, Ayako had readily welcomed him there. Things were a lot saner there, though he couldn't say it wasn't a bit crazy either. The once small household had burst into a flurry of life with six kitsusagis, of which one of Ayako's housemates was the father. He had met some of them, and they were quite nice, and not loopy, thank goodness, but one of them had kept him puzzling over why they had two fathers.
It figured that nothing he came across in this world made any sense.
After trying to drag Xanul out of the house, to no avail again, Josh simply gave up after the first 'no' and decided to scour around with Fluffy in hopes of finding his teammates. Or someone from Galaxy High.
Preferably not someone he knew here. There were too many of those he didn't want to run into.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 11:53 pm
Its mouth continued to spout apparent jibberish that was however of some importance to the mad kitsu. Then it sniffed the air and catching a particular scent on the breeze became both still and surprisingly silent for one miraculous moment. It was as if someone pressed the most magical pause button of them all -so still and silent did FarFar become so quickly. Except that her hair still shifted with hints of wind and the juggled and otherwise tossed shadow-balls crashed where they were sent or tumbled uncontrolled and forgotten -though even those were oddly quiet as if in some misplaced reverent moment of silence the silver-haired kitsu drew all sound from around it.
Only to break the silence with a jubilant shout. "Josh!"
The poor, poor, unsuspecting kitsu. Death was certainly of the second category -those he did not want to run into- even if he was THE one which with it wanted to cross paths. FarFar waggled her paws in the air like a turtle attempting to roll itself over when trapped on the round back of its shell, her blue marked tails wagging in kit-like delight and happiness. No mistaking that scent -no mistaking it at all. Not the scent of its most favorite being in the world. No... the universe! No... all -what was bigger and more encompassing than the universe?
Yes, poor Josh Kirkpatrick.
"Hey! Little hearts should be popping out! You're not in Xanth. Not the point!" Farfar's voice held a conversation with itself where the second 'voice' was apparently that of its temporarily fabricated 'talky guy' for the occasion. 'Normally'... if he were here only half of the conversation would be heard. If not entirely in Death's head of course. "Hearts would be good! Blue hearts! Hearts are normally pink. Bah! Pink's for sissies! I like blue! Or silver! Silver would be good! Peanut butter hearts! Yes! You know, hearts that pop out in Xanth normally signify love... Ewww!" Sounds of gagging. "None of that nonsense please!"
A shadow formed about the still flailing kitsu. Or rather, a shadow portal formed beneath FarFar into which it suddenly -but intentionally- fell without ever truly succeeding in righting itself. That portal closed and its 'end' opened -unfortunately for a certain unsuspecting kitsu- about two feet above Josh Kirkpatrick. If he had not enough warning the squeal of glee coming from the shadow portal as Death fell at him while twisting in mid-air would hopefully give him enough chance to brace himself. If such a thing was possible around Death. Perhaps he could brace from the physical impact at least. Luckily... it was a slight thing, though not nearly so much as its mother.
"Uncle Chucky!!!" Front paws slipped through Pez's too-big armsocks beneath its own long sleeves moved to wrap in glomp fashion around its target. Poor guy. "How'd you ditch Pops?!? You came to see me!!! You knew I was bored and came!!! 'Rum stopped mooning & got you out of that closet, I know she did! I'll send her a book! If it worked for Renesme it can work for her! Not the first either! Wanna share a cucumber split sundae with me? All organic, peanut butter and wheatgrass with cheetos on top. Twins didn't touch it. Or maybe they did. Where have you been? Emo boy's girlfriend has missed him. Didn't you know?" Gold eyes rolled. "What have you been up to? Been to space? Should take 'Rum. She's always looking at stars. Needs to study less. Play games. You like games right? You've not seen Sempai, have you? Disappears worse than anyone. Pure shadow but I can't play with him and make him show up. Irritating. Everyone's busy. Have you been busy? With what? Get a girlfriend? Everyone seems to want one. Pains, all of them. Chocolate sauce and avocados. Did you go to Mundania? Dreary place. You'd tell me if you got a girlfriend, right Uncle Chucky? what -no. Of course you would. You're not interested in that though. Guy stuff." The kitsu laughed, smiling brightly still at whatever its mind was wondering over beyond what was passing through its mouth and then some and completely happy with its present company, nuzzling Josh happily much like an overly excited and lovable kit.
"Fluffy, you'd tell me if he got a girlfriend, right?" It was meant as a joke, truthfully Death laughing about it as it asked.
And its eyes suddenly welled with tears. A phenomenon that did not escape the 1/4 Nobody and created a most interesting reaction.
"Wah!!! I'm leaking!!!" Death flailed almost frantically, looking with gold eyes wide at Josh in need of an answer. "Why am I leaking, Uncle Chucky?!?" True fear and terror in its voice -probably the first time ever.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 8:54 am
The male kitsu paused in his tracks, frowning as his ears perked up. He never appreciated the sharper hearing he had got with the elongation of his ears until now. Until whenever Death or her father was looking for him, really. Casting a look of horror towards Fluffy, he motioned to his ultrapet to run. Run and hide somewhere where she couldn't find them.
Of course, their attempt to escape was to no avail, as a body suddenly decided to dump itself onto him. Groaning, Josh wondered how he had forgotten that stupid teleporting power they possessed. Perhaps it was because Emo Boy hadn't been using it lately; he had forgotten about it. Rolling his eyes, he merely stayed quiet as Death rambled on but cut in as something interesting flowed out of her mouth. "Wait...Emo Boy has a girlfriend?"
"Your father tried to hitch me up once." He mumbled darkly under his breath. "Normally, I wouldn't care, but seeing on how I'm on a crazy planet and my priority is getting back..." Fluffy clicked sympathetically, partly feeling relieved that it wasn't being sat on. It turned to look at Death as she posed him a question, and shrugged its little shoulders with a robotic click.
"What?" She better not be peeing on me... His head swivelled around, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, you're just crying." This realization did not fully kick in till after a few minutes, and his eyebrows creased with confusion. "Why are you crying?"
"Also, get off me. Now."
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 7:48 pm
"If I let go you'll move." Death stated matter-of-fact-ly through its tears, otherwise still perplexed at the phenomenon. Although it did stop flailing while holding him and seemed to have calmed now that Josh had named the calamity befalling it. "And dunno. If I did, wouldn't have asked you, would I?" Possibly the most sense the mad 1/4 Nobody had ever made consecutively.
With a happy sigh of contentment FarFar sprawled lightly on Josh's back with its paws still wrapped almost comfortably around him -like a big body pillow or something. A slight smile touched her maw as Death 'cuddled' in a way that probably would be cute if a kit were doing it -and if one was not terrified what this odd lull of peace would end up exploding into simply dependent on the company. "You smell good. Almost as good as peanut butter and cheetos. cheese puffs. Whatever. Wouldn't make a good horse though." Despite it being on Josh, this was actually in reference to his comment of DeadPool trying to 'hitch' him -hence the mild confusion in Death's voice wondering what her pops was thinking when there were so many better things to do with their favorite ex-space-faring friend than having him pull a wagon.
"Are you older than lil'Ed? I tried asking but he got mad. Short-complex. Of course Orta's smaller. What... Emo-boy never mentioned her to you? Lords." Gold eyes still strangely 'leaking' rolled. "You should see them together."
Whether Death had itself or not was not the point. If it had not, it imagined it had and so it was still the way it was as far as it was concerned. "Have you been digitalized? Hemi has. He gets to go on all sorts of adventures 'cause he can heal. Vampires, werewolves, spiders -doesn't matter."
It was rather... slow speaking. For FarFar at any rate. Not quite so jumbled and almost... calm. Almost.
"Are you hungry? How can a vegetarian vampire tell if something is just a dumb animal or not? Not like most humans can understand US when we talk without a Fluffy or something. Tried talking to cats? woah. Don't even bother sharing your cheese-things with 'em: won't eat them. Ours don't. Perkunas bats them though and Myr gets mad when the room turns orange." It was laughing now, slight body vibrating with its giggles. "I know~! Let's rain cheesy poofs everywhere! Pops would be all over the place and orange would get everywhere and why shouldn't the dragonflies be used to dispense them? Weas could spray them with some mutagen -make them grow & glow."
A pause. "You going on a trip? I didn't thing the space geese were migrating yet." Images of the little prince and birds on strings pulling a planet.
"Okay! I'll go with you!" The head on his shoulders nodded into his collar with happy emphasis. A splendid idea! "Is there peanut butter or should I pack it? Might need some of mom's paperclips. Locators work about everywhere but in shadows between shadows." Nod. Nod. Nod.
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