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 Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 4:41 pm
Ooooh, I had a bad day again
She said I would not understand
She left a note and said I'm sorry I...
I had a bad day aaaaaaagaaaaaain
The woodpecker hummed the lyrics happily as he meandered down the street. His iPod was stuck in one pocket, headphones plastered onto his ears, and his wings were fluttering in enjoyment. Iamel had, he learned, come to highly appreciate bands like Fuel, Nickelback and hellogoodbye.
Patrick did not approve. Then again, Patrick didn't approve of much of the fun s**t.
The day was warm, with just a little bit of a breeze. Winter wasn't coming quick enough. He could remember winter, snow and the like. Christmas had happened during Winter. Halloween, too. Iamel liked Halloween. It was almost his birthday, so it was almost halloween.
Candy. Lots of candy. Grasshoppahs?
"Mmm..." He hummed out lightly, licking at his lips unconciously. He was tapping past stores. Toys, clothing, food, weapons, clothing, food, to-- wait.
He paused and took a few hops back, eyes moving to that weapon store - were there little ninja throwing stars in there? His red eyes lit up and the Bird glanced around briefly before ducking inside. Those would be a wicked awesome Christmas present for someone he knew...
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 5:04 pm
Another Bird was out and about this day, though he was iPod-less and not nearly as frisky. His muscles, bulging under the sleeves of his denim jacket, were still sore from that incident at the Pizza Hut, but he was still happy. He was bigger and stronger and older- plus it was getting cold again, no more of this stupid summer crap... he almost started humming too as he walked.
In the pocket of his jacket was a white, black, and gold rat, who peeked out occasionally, whiskered snout twitching.
Diacyn was supposed to be buying more clothes to fit his new, bulky frame, but the owl was easily distracted. And- as he walked around a corner- THIS was one hell of a distraction. A weapons store, the front window displaying rows of maces and knives and SWORDS!
He was old enough for a sword now, right? Or at least a knife or something good and ninja-y. Smiling, he walked inside, only to see a familiar shock of tri-color hair.
"Iamel?" he shouted, voice two octaves deeper then it used to be. "Hey! Look at me!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 5:36 pm
Iamel was about to grab a pair of razor-sharp shuriken when he heard a deep voice yell out his name. Xaxis didn't have that tone and Savius didn't demand to be looked at. In fact, other then Dax, the only person who ever demanded to have Iamel pay attention to him was... oh, holy s**t.
"Diacyn?" Iamel squeaked out, twisting around. Red eyes went as round as any circle could boast. His own snake was at home - Iamel wouldn't take him out yet. He was still afraid the beastie would crawl away but Diacyn had effectively caught his attention. "DIacyn! Holy s**t!"
The store was staring, but he didn't care. The woodpecker darted over to his best friend, arms flinging around him and latching on tight. "You grew! You're big - you're all muscley! How did you get all muscley?!" His hands were petting over the others shoulders and back, moving to give the muscles a squeeze. Eee!
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 8:55 am
"Aaa! Hey!" Diacyn batted Iamel's hand away with just a bit more strength then he should have- he wasn't used to being buff. "That hurts! They're still sore!"
Still grinning, he stepped back, fanning his wings a little. "But yeah! I'm big! It happened when I was eating pizza. Taylor took a picture but I hid her camera so she can't get it now." Golden eyes sparkled mischeviously. "An' my wings are bigger too so I can try flying now and-"
Then he cut off, looking upwards at his friend. "But I'm not any taller," he added in dissapointed tones. "Are you gonna throw a mouse at me now? You said you would. Not that I'd mind or anything," he amended, "coz I need some to practice freezing. I can't practice on Snowcone because I'm training him to do my bidding. Or something."
He stroked the rat suprisingly gently as he looked around the store. "Are you buying pointy things too?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 2:48 pm
Iamel yelped at the smack at his hand, the wrist giving a little shake. His other hand moved to pet at the battered wrist, nose wrinkling up. "Not so hard, man! Don't make me sock you." His elbow went to smack at Diacyns shoulder anyway, a smirk on his face.
Not any taller? But he WAS bigger! Iamel listened to the others complains and the comments about freezing before looping an arm over the others shoulders. "I LIKE you a little shorter, actually. It would've been no fair and no fun at all if you were muscular AND tall. It'd leave scrawny boys like me out in the cold." Pause, "Bad kind of cold."
The woodpecker nodded firmly, hand twisting to rub at Diacyns scalp. He liked the muscularness. he hadn't really ever seen someone be buff before.. most of his friends were thin, a little wirey, but nothing much else. Diacyn was different. He liked that.
"I won't throw a mouse at you. Promises. And yeah - I was looking at some stuff for Christmas presents for someone. And who's snowcone?" The woodpecker took a step back, peering down at the rat. "Ooooh, a rattie! I have a snake, myself. He's not allowed out yet, though. He keeps going places OTHER then my pockets."
"Have you seen Savius and Xaxis yet?? They both grew! Xaxis got jangly and he-" Iamel stopped short there, face coloring brilliantly. "He. Uh. Savius got a really BIG sword."
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 3:13 pm
"Sorry," Diacyn apologized, giving Iamel's elbow a much gentler shove in return. "I guess you're right, it wouldn't be fair... this way you can be the tall wimpy one and I can be the short tough one, right?" He nodded happily at the agreement.
"An' I won't put you out in the cold anyway. I don't think I could, I still need practice." He was thinking about fluffing Iamel's incandescent hair, but decided the reach would be a bit too embarassing. Plus it wasn't his style- Iamel was the touchy-feely one.
"Christmas? That'll be fun! And this-" he pulled the rat from his pocket- "is Snowcone. Shanuh gave him to me. Is that where you got your snake? I was thinking about freezing him but I learned he could do this... play dead, Snowcone!"
At the command, the rat rolled over and went still, all four feet pointing up into the air. "See? Now I don't have to freeze him, and I'll teach him to do other stuff and-"
Oh, NO. Kin growing was great, and janglies, were fun, but Savius could not have a sword. No. That was not fair in the least. Savius just sat there and was cool and Diacyn had to work at everything but Savius was the one who got weapons? NO. NOT COOL.
Fuming, Diacyn shoved Snowcone back in his pocket and grabbed Iamel's bony wrist. "Come on. We've got to find Savius so I can fight him again." Not the most logical solution, but it was how Diacyn's mind worked.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 3:37 pm
The trick Snowcone preformed made the gaurdian laugh, hips giving a little wriggle as he chuckled. "That's awesome! Your rat is so coo--EEP! What the ********, Diacyn?!"
Iamel yelped, pulling slightly at the tight grip as they started moving towards the enterance. "Why do you want to fight him - again?! What the ********? Why did you fight him in the first place? What did Savius do to you?"
"GYAH! DIACYN!" Iamel swung his other arm around to wrap around the others waist, fingers tight against the others shirt and fless. "No fighting Savius!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 1:25 pm
"He BEAT me," Diacyn growled, trying to shake Iamel loose, but he wasn't able to break the woodpecker's grip. "He beat me. He's always beat me no matter what, even when he doesn't KNOW he's doing it, and it's just- he's better at magic and fighting and it just isn't fair!"
Eyes blazing brilliant gold, he turned to stare at Iamel. "I've got to beat him. Because if I don't... oh, I don't know."
His muscles relaxed a little, the fury ebbing out of his eyes as Iamel clawed at his shirt. Iamel was a good anger diffuser. "I don't even understand it myself, it's just... I've wanted to beat him for so long that if I don't do it, I'll feel like I failed..."
It was hard to explain. It was the same kind of feeling he'd had when he hadn't been able to freeze the mouse, a fierce anger bubbling like boiling oil, directed at everyone around him... but he was really only angry with himself for not being able to do what he thought he could.
But he wasn't any good at putting that kind of thing into words. "What have you got against me fighting him, anyway?" he asked the woodpecker. "What'd he do FOR you?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 4:12 pm
Iamel stared back at his friend, fingers still curled tight in his shirt. What did he do for him? What? "Since when do people have to DO things for me to make me like them, Diacyn?" The woodpecker frowned a little in return, "You didn't have to protect me from my Shiniee, or cheer me up when I was emo, and I would've liked you anyway. "
He huffed a little bit, head shaking and reaching up to rub at Diacyns head. "Savius is my friend. You're my friend. I don't want my friend kicking another friends a** and I'd HAVE to blow both your heads off and you're too cute for me to do that, ok?"
Diacyn was a little frustrating at times but Iamel was doing his best to soothe him. Worst come to worst, he'd just give the other a little 'twack' across the back of the head. Violent fury would then be unleashed upon the woodpecker, instead of an unknowing Savius.
"You don't have to beat him at anything, Diacyn. You can't define it like that! He's a kestrel. You're a snowy owl. Two totally different ways of hunting and winning. It'd be like me trying to... to...fly silently."
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 4:48 pm
Ah, logic. For once, it actually managed to worm its way into Diacyn's thick bald skull. Iamel had a point. Friendship was... confusing, at best, and Diacyn couldn't even pretend to understand exactly how it worked. And he didn't want his head blown up either.
"...okay then," he amended reluctantly. "I can't do anything to make you sad, anyway. And I suppose you're right, we are different... we're raptors, but not the same kind, so it'd be like... ninjas fighting pirates!"
...and there's no way you could fly silently. You'd talk too much!"
Only Iamel could have worked that kind of magic. Anyone else trying to placate the owl would have had an ice cube for a face. As it was, Diacyn was still smouldering, but he'd gotten it under control for the moment.
"But if you don't like fighting, they why are you buying people weapons?" he added jokingly.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 4:55 pm
"Because, dumbass, you like ninja stars." He grumped back to the other, giving Diacyn a rough little squeeze before releasing him. "So I figured you'd dig real ones." So what if Diacyn now knew what his Christmas gift was? At least he wouldn't go about trying to buy his own now. And that pleased the woodpeckers
Something had to be done. They couldn't just stand there, talking about kicking peoples asses. Diacyn was still in the mood to hurt someone and, while Iamel could probably keep his own against the others, he didn't want to try fighting Diacyn. The owl had several pounds of muscle on him and fury in him right now.
So bony shoulders give a shrug, lips twisting into a pleased little grin, head tilting to the side. "C'mon. Lets go get some ice cream, ok? Calm you down a little more and I really like mint chocolate chip."
Iamel nodded cheerfully, thumbs hooking in his pockets with a little grin still on his mouth. "Ice cream is better then fighting, Diacyn."
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 7:49 am
"Oh!" Diacyn, Grand High Lord of Oblivious, had been completely unaware that Iamel was getting him anything in the first place. "Really? Wow! Thanks!" He didn't mind about the lost suprise- he'd never been big on suprises anyway. "And... I promise that when you give 'em to me, I won't throw 'em at Savius, okay?"
When he was younger, he might have continued plotting revenge on the kestrel, but now... he understood how much Iamel didn't want him to fight, and he was even a little confused by his own actions. The grudge was starting to seem a little stupid, in retrospect.
Maybe, more then muscles, this was what being grown up was about.
"You like mint chocolate chip too?" he asked Iamel, leading the way out the door. "That's my favorite!"
Behind them, a very confused weapons store owner rubbed his eyes and wondered what the hell had just happened.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 8:09 am
"That's a good promise. Deal." Iamel laughed, following the shorter man out the door. "Mint chocolate chip is an orgasm of the tongue. Of course I do." His step was a little lighter now that DIacyn was there and NOT about to go out and kill one of his other friends.
"So Taylor likes you bigger? Takes pictures? She didn't get weird like she did with me, did she?" He had no idea Taylor had been uncomfortable with a weird, shirtless man in her room - he figured she was just being odd, period.
"And hey! Shiniee and Catbitch aren't together anymore, I think."
While he didn'tm ind Mordread anymore... didn't mean he wasn't happy.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 8:38 am
"Yeah, it's totally a- whatever you said it was." New words! Fun! Diacyn was much happier too, with promises of ice cream and pointy things.
"Taylor's a little wierd. She keeps complaining that we to move because we can't share a room. And people think I'm another college student now!" Diacyn found the thought hillarious, as he was determined to never go to school or study in his life. "She's not wierd like she was with you, though. I dunno what that was.... She took a picture when I was growing, but that's it. She said it was quantum."
As far as he could tell, quantum was something both very small and very wierd and could be used to explain absolutely anything. It was Taylor's favorite new word.
"No catbitch? That's great!" Diacyn had never met Mordread for more then a few seconds, but he knew the effect the catboy used to have on Iamel and was very pleased.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 1:44 pm
As they meandered along, Iamel still behind the owl, he moved so his arms draped comfortably over the others shoulders and his chin rested on the bald head. Now THAT was comfie. The woodpecker snickered.
"Quantum? How was it quantum? Oh, s**t.. and you said your arms hurt?" His hands moved to touch the others muscles gingerly, being careful not to squeeze them too hard. Or at all, really. "They're still sore from the growing, that was it? Erk. Sorry about that."
Nod nod nod went the chin on his head.
"Yeah, no catbitch. He's still living with us, but after Shiniee left, he came back with me and he talked to Catbitch. Turns out he doesn't 'love him like that'. Which I think is weird."
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