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 Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 9:13 am
"Stace's mam ha'go' i' gon' on~ She' all I'wan' an' I wai'e' four soo lon'~" The little goldcrest hummed the words to a song idly, letting a few words slip out. Her Mam didn't like her singing her Aunty Jems songs like that.
What was wrong with Stacys mom? We were in love with Stacys mom! So she continued to bounce along her mam, one hand in hers, her other hand wrapped around the ragdoll in her possesion. To make it even better, she had the prettiest yellow shirt on ever - it had little white stripes, like her socks did sometimes, and her skirt was white and a little too long but still pretty!
Her Mam had insisted she wear shoes today, so she was in small strappy jellies, her pink-and-blue and green-and-red socks pulled all the way up to the hem of her skirt (it was THAT long) but all in all, she was pleased!
"Cleo." Her mothers single statement made the girl look up, a beam writing over her face. It was nice out! The cold was coming in and the wind was just a little little cold and it made goosebumps rise up.
It was a GOOD day, despite her mother wanting her to stop singing. "Bu' Mam! S'goo' song!"
"Right, Cleo... Come on. I said we were getting you martial arts lessons. Time to go sign up."
She whined quietly, tugging at her mothers hand as they continued toward the building filled with men jumping around. Cleo wasn't fooled! She saw Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon! Aunty had let her.
"Cleo."
The word didn't stop her this time. Cleo continued to whine and pulled her hand free from her mothers grasp. "Dun'wan' no' kickin' a'me!" Her voice had grown louder in her complete and utter 'I DON'T WANT IT' desire, small foot stamping on the ground. "The' kick an' it'll HU'T!"
Her mother just stared at her. Cleo wasn't prone to these outbursts of total brattyness. "If you don't learn to kick back, it'll hurt more."
Cleo paused, sniffling, one hand rising to rub at her nose. "...rea'y?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 1:43 pm
Of course. It took Aisha of all residents of the household to suggest something physical so Altessa wouldn't tear up the house anymore, and Tiil'xhin had no other ideas but to head to the D-corp building to find out further studies for the girl.
And then he saw the girl, turning his head ever so slightly to look. Of course, since he was basically giving Altessa a piggy-back ride, that only alerted her to the presence of the others. A sneer covered her face, and she dug her fingers into his skull, making him cringe in reply.
Her own attire consisted of what one would find in the rag bin - not that she wouldn't be dressed in anything else, mind you. She wore a skull hairpin that clearly gave off a warning with the expression she wore, and she did not appreciate being drug out to places she didn't like.
"Don't even think about it," Tiil muttered, hissing between his teeth. Altessa countered with a growl.
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 3:50 pm
The elongated ears twitched on Rapiers head, brown eyes fluttering back and forth among the crowd. Cleo, oblivious, kept her grasp from her mother and instead just hugged her doll. Despite Rapiers reassurances, Cleo wasnt too sure if she wanted to trust her mother on this one.
"Wan' ask Aun'Jem firs'." SHe announced, nodding firmly and twirling around dramatically (Her mother always did that when she decided on something) to plunk off, to do her own thing.
And ooooh. That boy had a kid on his HEAD. The doll - and Rapiers warning tone - were forgotten as Aisha and Altessa were caught in her view. Why, they were more interesting then the sad white boy or even her Aunty Jem! There were green things on the head-leech and a tail - SO not like Cleos! - and and and--
"Hi! I'm Skweekah!" She announced towards the duo. The hand that rose to wave was brandishing her doll, the soft rags flopping to and fro. "An' th-a's m'mam an' ya'--"
That's when Rapier made her move, striding to her crazy daughter, lips peeled back slightly. One hand hand moved to grab a pigtail on Cleos head, keeping her in check.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 10:54 pm
(( I think you mean Tiil? xD Not Aisha? ))
Oh dear, the other addressed them. Tiil winced as Altessa grabbed a tuft of his blonde hair and pulled, hissing in warning. "Don't want anywhere near her." She hissed, disliking the bright colors and such.
Tiil, however, grinned and approached the two. He'd show Altessa a thing or two, and she'd like it, damned or not. "Greetings. This is Altessa, and I am known as Tiil'xhin." He gave another smile, trying to force it through the grimace - she was pulling harder. Gah, this little hellion...
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 5:55 am
((Yeah. XDD Sorry, I looked down and say Aisha. -=nodnod=- While typing so.. cha))
Oh yes it WAS talking to her! Luckily, hermother was swooping down, all grumpiness and unhappiness, hauling Cleo up into her arms. "Sorry about Cleo." Brown eyes flickered down to her daughter, a sigh heaving on the Fallens chest.
The two were studied curiously from the squirming childs point of view, pausing for a moment to return Tiils smile. "'M Skweekah an--"
"Her name is Cleo." One hand raised up to cover her daughters mouth gently, eyebrows arching. "And I am Rapier. It's a pleasure to meet you." Tiil was all nice and dandy, but who was that? The little....boygirl? Girl. Altessa. Girl. So the girl looked grumpy and snarky and violent - why hadn't she gotten a daughter like THAT?
Instead of the giggling ball of fluff currently muffled against her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 5:31 pm
"Wanna trade- OW." Tiil winced as the tomboy raked her claws across his cheek in warning, drawing blood. Well, there went that thought. Heaving a sigh, he reached up with his fingers and uttered a small spell, making the cut heal itself within mere seconds.
"She's cute." Tiil spoke softly, eyes staring at the birdlike girl. He could very well feel the hate that was still eminating from Altessa, but he, like always, continued to ignore it. Unless things got bad, then he'd step in.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 8:41 pm
The bird wriggled free of her mothers confines, hopping a step or two away. The best way to NOT get caught was to not be close, she had learned... then again, she had also learned with some people, the more defenseless you were, the more you got away with.
Rapier was one such person, luckily.
"Yer face loo's li'e mam's." Cleo noted with a chirrup, glancing from Rapier and Alt and then screwing up her usually smiling face into a grumbling expression, arms folding tightly over her chest with a grump. To complete to mimic, her wings snapped together, folding tight against her back in a gesture resembling irritation of the highest extent.
Rapier sighed, rolling her eyes a little. Her head gave a shake but still, she replied to the question with a little smirk. "I WOULD trade, if my girlfriend wouldn't kill me. She has a fond spot for cute things, unfortunetly."
Cleo supressed rolling her own eyes. She was CUTE because they would LISTEN then. Or at least pay attention. Silly adults. Silly silly adults. "No 'alkin', 'Essa?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 11:45 pm
Tiil nodded, frowning. "She won't let me trade her." He muttered, then jerked as the kid LAUNCHED from his head, making him grab her in midair.
"ALT." The Bandersnatch corrected, hissing darkly, eyes screaming bloody murder. "NOT TESSA. NOT TO YOU. FU-" Tiil's hand clamped over her mouth, and he grimaced as she bit on his fingers, letting out a low hiss of his own.
"Dammit, I am not a kid lover." He muttered, rolling his eyes. "Screw what Raine said, I'm not teaching you anything. You have enough fight in you to manage on your own..."
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 8:19 am
"No' 'Tuh-essa'," Cleo corrected, staring up at the girl and her caretaker. Tyven leapt at Rapier all the time and no one died. She would duck out of the way if it looked like their was sharp teeth involved but otherwise. "Essa. Tuh is hard. ...an' all ya hadda do is SAY no 'Essa an' I wouldn'."
Cleo nearly stuck out her tongue at the tailed girl but thought heavily about it before leaving her tongue inside of her mouth. "S'no' gonna be 'al-tuh'. S'gonna be 'Al'." The way she pronounced it sounded more like 'ahuwl' then anything, and her mother smacked her in the back of the head gently.
"You do NOT set the terms, Cleo. It's her name, her rules. You call Tyven by her first name properly." Rapiers voice was stern, eyes narrowed in on the small girl. Cleos shoulders ducked, rubbing at her skull morosely.
"S'TYVIE! Gotsa, shes'm sis'er!"
"Cleo." Low and warning, almost a hiss.
"....Al-tuh."
Satisfied, the Fallen turned back to Tiil, lips twitching into an almost-smile. "Teach her anything? Fight wise?" Well, he HAD mentioned enough fight... "I'm going to try to teach Cleo something too but...her sister's more into fighting. She's into pretty things. As for kid lover... you and me both."
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 10:29 am
Still glowering, Alt was happy with the result, and huddled into a sort of sadistic ball in Tiil's arms, emitting a stare from him.
"Haven't taught her anything, and I'm not entirely sure I want to." The magus muttered, eyes flickering up to Raven, almost hesitantly. "If you haven't guessed, she's a Bandersnatch. I imagine she'll be a damn hellion when she grows older. And I do not intend to be around for that."
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 8:42 am
"Self control would probably be good, from what we just saw." Rapier noted, nodding briefly towards the girl. "A Bandersnatch...? I've..never heard of them before, I'm still not fully used to the animals...here." Her hand waved, peering at the dark girl again.
Cleo just hopped closer to that sadistic ball of girl- right? girl? - thing, peering at her curiously like the bird she was. "Banner-statch." She agreed perkily with Tiil, wings fluttering and fluffing out now that she wasn't being attatched. "'M a gol'cres'. Birdeh!"
"Ignore her if you want, Alt. She's only still talking to you because she likes you." Her eyes roll quietly, lips pursing in a line once more.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 2:29 pm
"The more common name would be a Jabberwocky. And I did not want to raise Jabberwocky spawn, artificially created or not." Setting the kid down, Tiil grimaced at her before crossing his arms.
Altessa didn't want anyone to like her. She wanted to be feared! And cue the glowering glare at the damn colorful birdeh.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 2:35 pm
"Jabberwocky.. I'll look it up when I get to Jems computer. The Fallen snorted, looking down at the kid. Cleo looked like she was about to talk again, causing one clawed-looking hand to move and cover the little goldcrests mouth. "No more talking, Cleo."
"Bu'--" She muffled out, squeaking a little. She stared at the Banner-statch from over her mothers palm. How could she escape? She LIKED breathing from her mouth and Mam wouldn't move her hand because she licked it - she rtied it before... Tyven always--
"OW! You little--UGH." Rapier was not above swearing at her child, but not in front of an already bad-tempered kid to boot. She pulled her hand away, shaking it, before using the other arm to snatch the girl up from the side walk. The adult was glowering, her teeth clenched. Cleo was going to get a stern talking to. Possibly a spanking. She BIT her MOTHER.
Ooooh, Rapier would bet it had something to do with that snake girl.
"Excuse us." The Fallen growled between her clenched teeth. "It was nice meeting you but Cleo and I are going to leave now."
Cleo squeaked, legs kicking behind her. "Bu'ya covere' m'mouth, mam! Couldn' breaaaaaaathe."
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 3:05 pm
That provided a small grin from the Bandersnatch girl, and she - slowly and softly - began to laugh.
Tiil gave her a stunned look, unable to figure out what the hell was so funny.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 3:08 pm
Cleo whined again at her mothers glare, wriggling still to free herself from her grasp. Unfortunetly, her mother was a very strong woman and not prone to releasing her daughter from her death grip.
The laugh caught Rapier off gaurd as well, however, and while she didn't let her daughter down, Alt WAS cast a curious look. "What's so amusing?"
"Lemme down." Cleo wriggled more, head tilting to butt gently against her mothers side. She was no hard head. She'd get dizzy before she 'won'.
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