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 Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 12:34 pm
Yes, yes! This is the big, highly anticipated sleepver between the kestrel, the raven, the snowy owl and the gold-fronted woodpecker with a kingfisher tossed in for flavor. However! biggrin THIS roleplay has rules, as it is a Quest and I WANT TO FINISH THE LITTLE ******** Time: Sunday, May 14 2006 at Nozomis starting post
End time: Sunday, May 28, 2006 at nozomis ending post
Gives us two weeks, people. Two full weeks to RP these terrorizing little shitheads.
Rules!
Nozomi forgets things often. If he's lagging, poke him. Fiercely.
If you are poked, post. >>
11.59 EST on Friday the 26th, Nozomi will make an ending post. The next four posts should only be of the kids waving good bye and leaving with their respective gaurdians.
They're little kids. Keep it like that. Just a vague rule - you all know what I mean.
Basic Birdcage Rules apply.
No one but the birds invited, please. If you did NOT recieve an invitation do NOT post. Our kids WILL kill yours.
That's about it. :3 Have fun!
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2006 7:58 pm
"Shiniee, shiniee, it's tonight it's tonight isn't it?" THe little woodpecker was hopping in his glee, small socked feet pattering on the hardwood of their living room. Patrick, rather...'chubby' at this point, simply rubbed at his temple in exhasperation.
"Yes, Iamel. Sleepover's tonight. Go over the rules again for me, please?"
Iamel paused, fingers hesitating on the dead, fluffy thing they butchered just for the carnivorous of the kiddlets. "No killing the other kids, no beating the other kids, no kicking shiniee in the tummy, nothing too loud, no sex, no drugs, no alcohol, no DDR to where we get seizures, no candy after midnight and if we play the bloody video games, make sure to kill all the badguys." He rattled off the rules without even flicking an eyebrow, still rocking back and forth on his heels.
"Good boy." The dark man ruffled his sons hair, glancing over the array of food they had displayed on the counter and letting his eyes move to the door.
"...make sure to keep them in your room, Iamel. No scaring people."
"Yeah, yeah."
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2006 8:12 pm
BANG!
The White family front door flew open with almost (but luckily, not quite) enough force to break a doorknob-sized hole in the wall, and what looked like a small one-man arsenal leapt into the room.
It was his first sleepover, after all, and Diacyn was determined to 'dress for success.' In his case, that meant baggy cargo pants and a "FCUK" T-shirt, a red bandana tied around his bald head as a makeshift headband, a long stick (the closest thing he could find to a sword) tucked into his belt, and another belt looped around one shoulder and covered in "ammunition-" more accurately, the infamous ninja stars, held on by tiny pieces of tape.
"IAMEL!" he shouted. "PARTY TIME! Is Savius here? Do you have- YOU HAVE FOOD!" In mere seconds, the owlboy had a fistful of potato chips in one hand, the other hand clasped firmly around a furry rabbit leg, and full intent to guard both of them from anyone and everyone. Fiercely.
"I hope you have Tylenol," Taylor muttered sleepily from the doorway. "He's been doing this all day. I'm suprised he hasn't broken any windows."
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2006 8:19 pm
Patrick screamed. Like a little girl, the grown man shrieked and hid behind his ten year old son. Iamel seemed unaffected by the large noise, red eyes giving his friend a narrow look, a brief glimpse into his future, before he beamed.
"NO! Savius is NOT here!" The woodpecker belted back, bouncing harder on his toes. He was dressed in his purple, sparkly jeans and a white wifebeater. "But YOU are and YES! We have food! And games! And--"
That's when a little black demon crawled out into the kitchen, a block lodged firmly in his fangs. Iamel wrinkled his nose, "And Kian. He started a war."
Patrick rolled his eyes, gaze moving to Taylor now that he was calmed. "...This IS going to be a long night, but they have rules. Kind of."
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2006 8:33 pm
"No Savius?" Diacyn mumbled around a mouthful of rabbit meat, after a three-second delay. He could be so oblivious when food was involved- he'd completely missed Iamel's "look," Patrick's scream, and he had completely forgotten Taylor's existance. But the little coal-dark baby on the floor caught his attention, if only because Iamel had mentioned him.
"War? HIM?" Diacyn actually DROPPED a potato chip and crouched on his knees to get a look at the kiddlet. "Oh, you've got fangs."
He deattatched a single ninja star and poked Kian in the nose with it experimentally.
Taylor snickered into her hand for a minute while looking pregnant Patrick over... what she wouldn't give to slap the man in an MRI machine and figure out what the hell was going on, but that wouldn't do. Maybe later.
"I figured you'd control them somehow. I gave Diacyn some rules too... he's not to kick anything, punch anything, or eat anything that isn't already dead. If he listens, that'll be a miracle."
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 5:09 am
"You're the first one to show up." Iamel nodded, grabbing a handful of chocolate crickets to munch down on, settling back to lean against a wall.
"Uh huh! Supposedly, he was like this giant crimminal or some--I wouldn't touch him if I were you! He--" That's when Kian gave Diacyn a rather cold, three eyed glare and reached up to grab the little ninja star. The paper found death within the mouth of a baby, "...eats things. At least he didn't bite you."
Patrick gave his friend a Look much like Kians own before shrugging, rubbing the back of his neck slightly. "Basically, no killing, no sex and please try to keep it sane. With the other two kids, though.."
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 10:27 am
Xaxis was excited. A strange emotion for the typically quiet lad, his usual jadedness pierced this night with what could only be called butterflies in his stomach. He was anxious (a little) though he'd never admit to it. The black and magenta haired lad had never been invited to such an event, much less a sleep over!
Strange that Lucien would allow him to go. Stranger still that his other friends would be there too! What did one do at such an event? To get to play with his friends all night long!?! To get to be with them without Lucien!?
Such an idea would have never occured to Xaxis, and the fact that he was invited meant that this idea HAD to be a good one.
Standing besides Lucien, the man tapped on the door, and Xaxis waited impatiently for it to be answered. His wings had been thoroughly brushed and combed, though they still looked as sickly as ever. His hair was pulled loosely back in a disheveled pony-tail, the sides of his hair falling down to frame his sunken in face. Two bright pink eyes stared impatiently for his friends to come to the door, his little sandeled foot tapping nervously. A torn up black t-shirt, and some black shorts that looked a few sizes too large finished his monotone attire.
"I'm here!" He quipped, pleasure heard within his soft-spoken voice.
Today was going to be a great day! "I bet you can go now, Lucy," Xaxis commanded, not bothering to spare his companion a second look. His friends were going to be there - he didn't need Lucien anymore.
For being such a sickly bird, Xaxis looked surprisingly healthy.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 10:47 am
Iamel, can I come? Please?
The little king fisher flew down and nestled himself in his older brother's hair. Why he hadn't grown yet was beyond him, but at least with these boys he could be UNDERSTOOD. HIS companion was not good at taking hints. Then again, Mordread had been kind of loopy lately.
Once more...Wasn't he ALWAYS kind of loopy? Shrugging the question off, the king fisher pecked (very lightly) at Iamel's head.
Mordread peeked in from the kitchen, "Is it safe for me to come out yet, Patrick, or am I going to be attacked?" he smiled charmingly at his lover and the children before he slid out fully, wrapped in a blanket. He was sick, and his eyes were puffy. He even looked paler than usual, which...Was saying something.
The Flu was NOT fun. Even his tail and ears were droopy and about as runny as his nose. In a purely different way, that is. It would be kind of creepy of snot was coming from those appendages.
Dax looked up from pestering Iamel and huffed, If he gets me sick I swear I'll peck his eyes out and the flu will be the least of his problems.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 12:03 pm
Diacyn wrinkled his nose in irritation at Kian. The NERVE of the little mutant baby-thing.... "Well, I eat things too. Little tiny soft things like YOU." He matched Kian's glare at least in intensity, if not in the number of eyes involved, before looking guiltily at Taylor. "I won't eat him. Honestly," he lied unconvincingly.
Taylor shook her finger lamely at the birdthing before catching something Patrick had mentioned.... "Wait, there are MORE of them? I thought Diacyn was just making it up..."
She was promptly proved wrong by the addition of Xaxis and Dax to the group.
Diacyn waved happily to Xaxis (keeping one eye on the mouthy Kian), then registered something that almost made him drop anothe potato chip.
THE KINGFISHER.
ON IAMEL'S HEAD.
The owl had not yet forgotten the humiliation of being attacked and perched on by the unstable blue-gray bird. He said nothing, but gave Dax a distainful glance and a few muttered (but probably obscene) grumbles. How could Iamel invite that thing?
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 5:06 pm
Kian wrinkled his nose right back at the bird, lips pulling back to bear those sharp little fangs at the other from around the slowly melting ninja star. He made a soft, gutteral sound in his throat, grabbing at his blocks and clutching them tight to his chest before trying to shuffle out on his knees.
Iamel siiighs and squeaked at the kingfisher, hand moving to wave at him vaguely at his red and orange hair. "You can't DO anything, Dax. We're going to do things that require thumbs, not claws and - Raven!"
Iamels voice turned into a squeak of glee, hair and wings bouncing as he moved to the doorway, throwing it open with a little grin. "Xaxis! Hi! Diacyn is here and Dax is ....on my head I think! But come in! We have dead things!" Another nod and he grabbed his friends wrist, dragging him in with a grin. "And DDR! Diacyn!"
"Go to sleep, love." Patrick grumbled, moving to wrap his arms around his sick lover, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You're sick. Being sick isn't good for you. But...have you met Taylor? Taylor, this is Mordread. Mordread, this is Diacyns gaurdian and fellow science geek, Taylor."
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 8:48 am
"And don't do anything that would piss me off birdbrat." Lithle added, as she deposited Savius on the doorstep. "I don't want them sending you home early."
"Yeah, Dad, I get it, ok? You can go now." An impatient edge was in the kestrel's voice, that independant spike in him acting up. He knocked pointedly, glaring at Lithle until she started to back away. "Take care of my dog."
"I've been taking care of that dog for longer than you have, feathers." With that endearing comment, Lithle turned and walked back down the street. She looked forward to the day the kestrel could drive. Some of these walks were considerably longer than she liked.
Savius waited for the door to be open, hands shoved into his pockets. He'd 'dressed up' for the party, in strappy red bondage pants, a black tank top with a kestrel on the front, and a black leather jacket cut down the back to make room for his wings. At his belt, his wooden swords hung, swinging slightly when he moved. He was smiling, a lazy, confident expression.
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 1:13 pm
It wasn't Patrick or Iamel who answered the door, as they were highly distracted by the current company, but it was Akuti. The little satyr girl swung the door open, firmly ignoring the adults and any of those yucky, meat-eating boys to come face to face with another one.
Her eyes widened at seeing Savius, hopping back on her hooves in something a little other then politeness. "Iamel's in the kitchen," Was the murmur, head ducking and hiding her face under her sea-green hair. "An' so're the other boys."
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 3:37 pm
I don't care if I can't do anything. I can watch and talk and you guys are the only ones who can understand me.
The king fisher was whining rather convincingly as he nested into his brother's hair, beady eyes looking at all the arriving birds. His eyes rested particularly on Diacyn. Ah. Still not forgiven.
Oh well. He wasn't looking for his approval.
Besides, catbitch is sick and your shiniee has moods that swing faster than the scrambler at the carnival.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 8:08 am
Diacyn was contemplating giving the kingfisher another choke-hold, when suddenly-
Holyfriggin'crapSAVIUS!!! Diacyn quickly shoved his remaining potato chips in his mouth, straightened his ninja-star belt, grabbed the handle of his fake sword (damn, he wished he had a real one), and tried, desperately, to look cool. Which, for him, meant looking like he was ready and willing to disembowel everything in the room.
The effect was slightly spoiled by Taylor throwing his pillow at him.
"Don't forget this!" she shouted to him, before giving Mordread a wave and smile. "I'm a little scared now," she confided. "Yours is the... kingfisher?"
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 11:45 am
Mordread nodded his head, nuzzling into his lover rather contentedly, his tail swaying back and forth in a slow motion, "A pleasure to meet you, Taylor. And yes, the kingfisher brat is mine. Unfortunately."
I heard that. Iamel, tell him I heard that.
The glare the little bird sent him caused him to laugh slightly, "I love you too, little bird."
Mordread nuzzled at Patrick once more, "Iunwannagotosleep."
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