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 Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 1:22 pm
"That's disgusting, Diego."
It was blisteringly hot day in Durem, the cobblestones sizzling from their bed in the ground; you could almost hear the moisture in the air pop out of existence with every dry and gusty sigh the wind gave. As if to add fuel to the fire, Sukkubus had entrusted a certain black-skinned dogboy with the care of the blonde Shattered, whose temper had risen just as high as the hot June sun that pounded overhead. It was like the she-devil took enjoyment in knowing neither could stand one another...at all.
And now, to make matters worse, the Tahnee male was acting like...like...a boy! Hideously disgusting!
"So says you," he belatedly shot back, smearing the hotdog he had purchased at a streetvendors into the ice cream he had just received in the parlor they stood within. He had thrown the bun away since he had obviously found a better means of consuming the recycled meat. Jocelyn's sun-reddened nose curled upwards as she looked away, disgusted by Diego's shameless lack of taste.
The poor young girl behind the counter's own stomach seemed set on heaving as well. She tore her eyes away from Tahnee boy and settled them on Jocelyn. The initial shock had begun to wear off, "Urrm...yes, Miss, and you would like?"
Normally she would have pressed her nose against the cool glass, but the hot sun had made it red and very sore; she opted for leaning against it instead, finding this brought its own type of delight as well. Let's see...she had mint chocolate chip the first time, and then cookies n' cream...which one?
"Hey, what about Rocky Road? Is that any good?" Before the vendor could answer, Jocelyn had turned to her companion for an answer.
Either he ignored her for the first two minutes or he didn't notice her rather head-drilling stare.
"Huh? Oh, how the hell should I know? Why're you even asking me? I don't work here!"
"Yeah, well..."
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:01 pm
"It's too hot out," Elena whined, scuffing her feet against the sidewalk as the group paused their journey. "Look, Dyran, an ice cream shop," she trilled in a slightly wheedling tone. "Don't you think Arya should have some ice cream?" the Tall Tale child asked Aurion, who was now the unofficial caretaker of the Shattered girl, much like Dyran was Elena's.
"Don't you mean you have some ice cream?" the fox Tahnee asked dryly, but the girl in his arms perked up a bit at the mention of ice cream.
"We'll go," Dyran said abruptly, starting to stride over to the store. He didn't like being out in the sun as it was; vampires traditionally died, but the sunblock Jerava, the erstwhile mother of Elena, Anarya, and the Tahnee, had made worked quite well. Still, ingrained instincts were hard to ignore, and the shade offered by the ice cream parlor. Elena skipped after him, clearly not as tired as she had complained earlier. Aurion trailed after, amused at the pair and how deftly the manipulated each other.
"I don't think you'll ever be that much trouble," he whispered to the toddler ensconced in his arms. She looked up at him solemnly, her wings fluttering a bit, which only made things hotter.
"Trouble," she echoed as they stepped through the door with a blast of heat, which was not entirely the result of the weather outside.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:27 pm
"'Yeah, well' nothing! Look, just ASK the girl for a taste!"
"Well, I didn't know you could do tha--"
"You've been here TWICE and you've never asked to try one?"
Jocelyn stomped her foot, "No! I just got whatever looked weirdest! Anyhow, I was just asking a simple question - why are you get so riled up over something so stupid!?"
The merry jingle of the bells suspended above the door shut the two up, who dared not tear their eyes from one another for fear of losing dominance. The girl behind the counter gave a nervous gagging noise which doubled as a greeting to the four that entered the stuffy parlor; she cleared her throat.
"W-welcome to Bellman's P-Parlor! How may I...help you?" Her question was more of a plead: please help me.
The short dogboy tore his blue gaze from Joce's green one and fixed his glare on the hostess, "Just get her the damn Rocky Road since she seems so hellbent on it."
The Shattered's skin crawled with irritation and she crossed her arms snuggly beneath her chest. How dare he assume what SHE wanted? Whatever, she wasn't going to complain about it if it kept him from keeping his mouth shut. However, she did aim a well-placed stomp to his toes, to which he yelped, and she dashed from his swipe to dive behind the group that entered.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:41 pm
Elena winced when they walked in, the sudden shift from bright sunlight to the dim and cool interior of the parlor affected her eyes, although Arya didn't do much more than blink and waggle her hands at the other people.
Dyran smiled slowly at the woman's request. "Perhaps we should wait until they're done?" he asked, gesturing langourously at Diego and Jocelyn. "Besides, I think we need some time to decide?" he asked his companions, although it was mostly to Elena, with a quirked eyebrow. Elena nodded and avoided the fleeing figure of Jocelyn as the girl hid behind the largest of the group.
"Did you need something?" Aurion inquired of the refugee, moving his fluffy white tail around in case she decided grabbing it would be a good idea. Who knew, especially after she stomped on that other boy's feet. Arya wiggled around to try and get a better view, but all she succeeded in doing was wildly swinging a flaming wing near Joce's face.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:58 pm
The young woman gave an awkward smile and ducked behind the counter to retrieve the dogboy's order.
Said boy was nursing his foot - or rather, his sneaker - from the Shattered's earlier attack. He had managed to swallow any curses that danced on the tip of his tongue for the sake of trying to calm his temper; it wasn't working. He leaned heavily against the counter and resumed eating his icecream and hotdog, keeping a wary eye on the green-eyed monster.
The soles of her shoes squeaked as she slid to a stop behind Aurion, shoulders bunched upwards. She knew that even though Diego hadn't pursued her, he would as soon as they left the small shop: her death was eminent and his wolflike watch on her spoke volumes. Jocelyn may have been hiding, but she could feel those eyes even through the tall boy in front of her.
"Yes," she responded thoughtlessly. "Cov -- ahh!"
She fell back with a cry, away from the attacking scythe of flame that was Arya's wing. Though her arms pinwheeled wildly, they did nothing to help keep balance and her weight threw her into the tiny tables behind her a loud clatter. The girl behind the counter squeaked and dropped her scoop, whilst Diego roared with mocking laughter.
"THAT'S what you get for attacking me! Karma's a b***h, isn't it?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 1:39 pm
Dyran smiled again, although this was a smaller, more dryly amused one than the previous. "Elena, try to not smear your face against the glass," he admonished the girl, who was about to do that. Elena whirled to face him, hair spiraling about her in a sparkling mass.
"Wasn't about to," she retorted, eyes flashing in annoyance as she returned to her scrutiny of the ice cream display. However, she stopped and turned slowly to face Diego. "Why are you putting that hot dog in the ice cream?" she asked him in a tone of amazed disgust.
"Anarya," Aurion said firmly to the toddler, "What have I told you about the wings when you're not on the ground?" he asked, not yet turning to see if Joce was okay.
"Keep them folded," the girl said in the tone of someone repeating a phrase that had been beat into their brain. "Sorrysorry," she said to Joce in a more normal tone of voice as Aurion finally turned to see what kind of damage had been done. "Okay?" Arya asked Joce, looking at her curiously.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 8:14 am
Diego hadn't been planning on socializing with the group that came in, simply because he wasn't a people-person. At all. Ever. Hell, it wasn't even his idea to come out here in the first place - that had been the idea of their dictator-in-home Sukkubus. Crushing the bit of hotdog he had left into his cone, he shook out his arm and glanced down at his watch.
And remembered he didn't have work today. Sigh.
One ear ticked downwards at this 'Elena's' question, though he didn't readily reply, but crammed the last bit of ice cream covered hotdog in his mouth; he barely even rested his blue eyes on her.
"Because...I can." It was a flat, humorless response.
"Sir, here's your order!"
"Finally."
The Shattered tried to crawl from the rubble that was her landing place, hands alternating between rubbing her elbows and her rear end (which, as always, had taken the brunt of the fall). She gave her forearm a quick once over, to which proved that it was bruised. Lovely.
She glanced upwards, her stare more a scrutiny of the child, if anything. Hooking her foot around the chair she had knocked over, she pulled it up and pushed it gently beneath the table again.
"I'm fine." She gave the both Aurion and the child a queer look. She'd seen it all now: a man who turned into a monkey, a baby that looked like a snake, and now a demon-bird child from hell.
Wasn't it against regulations to have flaming wings in June?
It may have been the stupidest question asked, but she had to know: "Aren't you hot?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 1:11 pm
Elena shuddered, a faint, barely perceptable reaction to watching him stuff the hotdog into his mouth. It was more akin, really, to just a flesh crawling moment, and the girl decided to just ignore this strange boy. She was good at ignoring things, really, as she had decided to ignore Anarya and for the most part succeeded.
"I think I'll have the chocolate chip," Elena said, looking up at the girl behind the counter with a smile, albeit a somewhat insincere one. "Dyran?" she asked sweetly, turning around to face the vampire, "What did you want?"
"Orange sherbert, if they have it," he replied, brushing a hand down one sleeve to dust off the elegant jacket he was wearing.
"Hot~~" Arya parroted, flapping her wings slightly, which only made the room warmer.
"Since she doesn't really answer questions well," Aurion replied with a wry grin, "I'll do it for her. No, she's not hot. The heat doesn't really seem to bother her, and on a day like this, she's nearly impossible to keep still." The fox, however, looked a little wilted, as if holding Arya all the time and being near her magnified the effect of the sun.
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 9:24 am
Diego took Jocelyn's ice cream, juggling it in the same hand he held his own with, and paid the girl behind the counter. She seemed relieved that the dogboy was retreating away from the glass, her smile less tense and more sincere.
"One chocolate chip and one orange sherbert coming up. Just a minute, dear!" Her mousey head ducked behind the glass again.
"Jocelyn, your ice cream." He switched hands and held hers out in offering, belatedly realizing that her attention was absorbed by Anarya's wings. His lips pressed into a firm line. Alright, if she wasn't going to come and get it, he would help himself; he licked the edges around the cone. It was melting, he reasoned, and he didn't want it collecting around his hands.
"That must be nice," she intoned, eyeing the small girl from every angle possible. If she could absorb heat, her nose wouldn't be burned from the sun like it was. She felt in inkling of jealousy, an emotion that was becoming more and more prominent with each day that passed - everyone she met had something she didn't have. She was so...normal.
She squeezed her eyes shut. Envy and heat did not mix.
"Can I hold her?" Her question was more to whet her curiosity than to aid the fox, however it seemed. Anarya didn't look much bigger than Damien, and the only difference between them was that the little girl was a mass of flame.
'Kay, maybe that was a big difference. But Damien did have horns!
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 2:38 pm
"And a vanilla and mint chocolate chip," Dyran added, coming to stand next to Elena, reaching for his wallet to pay for the ice cream. "Although I can't really understand the point of getting her ice cream," he added in an undertone. "She just melts the stuff." Elena shrugged and rocked back on her heels as she waited, ignoring the people behind her.
"I guess," Aurion said with a shrug. All he knew was that it made him a lot worse off most of the time. "I don't know what she'll be like when it's winter," he added, popping his head back as Arya waved a wing in front of his face enthusiastically.
"Holdhold~~" Arya chirped, reaching her arms out to Joce. "Kay?" she asked Aurion belatedly, who chuckled and ran a finger down Arya's spine, which made her wings shiver and fold in on themselves.
"Easiest way to make sure she doesn't hit you," the fox explained, handing his toddler charge over to the girl. "But it doesn't last all that long."
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