[PD]A blustery Day . . .[Zyanya and Narayan][FIN]

[jayoku]

Zyanya was trying to take shelter from the wind. It was blowing fiarly hard, the power had gone out at home leaving her in the darkness with her mom and older brother. Needing to escape the house or many turmoils she had slipped out the back door and now was under the cover of a tree as the wind roared around her.

She pulled down her top in a useless attempt to make it a tad longer, shehad cut the black muscle shirt herself so her side legs were free of the fabric, her skirt was pretty shorts but it didn't matter since she was wearing shorts under them. She looked annoyed. She hated being cold, and with no jacket on, the wind holwing around her and the sky threatening to rip open and pour rain she wondered if this had been a very good idea.  

[naeodin]

The weather was a sadistic b*****d set out to steal his porn. THAT, was how Narayan viewed the situation. Clutching the recent Sports Illustrated to his face, his trunk tightened it's grip with a stubbornness that seemed quite contradictory to the rest of him.

Damn the weather. And damn JD too. When he had figured out that the man wouldn't be home for the next couple of hours, he had taken it as a sign that it was time for him to check out the nearest magazine store. Who knew the weather would decide to be against him?

Distracted from his original purpose by his thoughts, he didn't seem the small flutter of newspaper until it was too late, and his vision was marred. Damn the newspaper agencies too!

His trunk snapped open in an annoyed trumpet, and the magazine flew out to follow the dictates of the wind.  

[jayoku]

Standing Zyanya spotted the d-corp child from what was like a mile away. She had good eyesight, came with the DNA, she also felt a bit better taht she wasn't the only one suffering out here in the horrid weather. Seeing the magazine or so she assumed fly out of the strange child's...nose grip? it then fluttered about the wind currents.

And....it just so happened to be heading in her direction, blasted wind. Why this way? But on instinct she snapped her hand out and speared the magazine with her clawed fingers. Annoyed that this would probably bring the strange child over to her, she couldn't help but unfurl the magazine to see what exactly it was.

Her eyes widened as she saw the cover and she flipped it open to find even more women scantily dressed if at all inside. What ...the ..hell?  

[naeodin]

HIS SPORTS ILLUSTRATED! Deciding that this was the devil incarnate, he tore the paper away from his eyes. Did anyone understand how hard it was for a boy his age to get his hands on a magazine full of beautiful women in bikinis? It was very, very difficult. His steps quickened, and seeing the block at the end (he would never admit his vision was bad) he let out a pathetic excuse of a trumpet.

He was practicing. Kind of. And besides-- all that wind. It did things to his nose.

Hoping that it wasn't some adult (being caught was never a good thing. He knew from experience) and that it wasn't some other boy either, (well, he didn't want to lose his prize so quickly.) he tried to quicken.

"Thank you for catching it!" were the words out of his mouth, whipped away from it's original course by the wind-- but hopefully, something could be heard. Or the thing standing at the end (as he got closer, it looked... well. Not like him. So ugly.) would understand from the gestures that he wanted it back.

And badly.  

[jayoku]

Raising an eyebrow at the non-coherant words that were being lost due to the gale she got the general message that this boy wanted his dirty magazine back.

With a smirk she flipped through a couple more pages, trying to gain a further understanding of why menor boys liked this sort of stuff? unfortunately she tried to picture herself older and wearing these sorts of bathing suits and could only shake her head.

One she doubted she would have boobs nearly as big as these women did and second she hated water so why in gods name would she wear a bathing suit?

"This yours?" she asked with a bit of a drawl in her voice to sound like she could care less that he had this sort of magazine on him.  

[naeodin]

Narayan was a little bit upset to see this person paw through his precious magazine-- it was more then just half naked women. It was the curves and the balances, lights and shadows and... well. Everything. The boy was a little bit obssessed, maybe.

"Yeah, yeah it is." but her tone. Deciding he didn't know what to make of it, (was she going to give it back? Did she just not care?) his was a little bit more cautious. "Can I have it back?"

She was... different looking. Pausing, he got distracted from the 'get his magazine back' mission and instead stared. Blatantly. "What can you do with those?" she had extra bits sticking out! So it wasn't as gorgeous as a girl with a large trunk on her face could be... but it was pretty.  

[jayoku]

She gave him an interesting look, half surprised and yet pleased that her extra legs had been noticed.

"Oh these?" She asked flexing them forward and back a bit. "I can move them around they help me grasp things too." She stated as two of the fourlegs reached forwards and helped hold onto the magazine that belong to the strange boy.

"I could ask you the same thing about that on your face." She said with a half wave towards his face. She had never seen anything quite like it and she didn't sense any aggression coming from him so she might as well but a bit more bossy than intended.  

[naeodin]

Narayn beamed, pleased and a little bit proud of have his nose commented at. It was such a beautiful thing, to have a nose like his. In fact, it was quite disappointing that he had yet to meet another female with such a prominant nose. Very, very sad news.

"I can do the same thing." he responded, flexing it the way a man might flex the muscle in his arms. "But I'm still working on it." so it was easier to paint and write with his nose-- that didn't mean he was any good yet. (In fact... maybe it just meant that his hands were worse then average.) Waving back halfway, he grinned.

"You've got pretty extra arms." well, they must be arms-- if they can move around. And they certainly weren't legs. In fact, anything extra was pretty! If Narayan could draw, it would paint them.

The world needed more people like them.

That reminded him. "Can I have my magazine back?"  

[jayoku]

Feeling that she was in a better mood after she had been complimented she offered the magazine to him.

"Yah I guess, why do you have this anyway? Arn't you a bit young?" she asked the idea not even dawning on her that they were of the same age but she was curious. her antenna twitched in the wind but mostly tried to keep low on her head.
"And what are you exactly?" she asked sounding a bit rude but not really caring.  

[naeodin]

The boy would have blustered if he could have. A little bit outraged that someone would not recognize the fine, glorious form of an elephant when she saw one, he was a little bit (a little bit!) offended.

"An elephant." because the nose didn't give him away, huh? Sniffing, he stared at her too. "I don't know what you are." but she had pretty colors...

Remembering the first question, he eased the magazine out and stared at it, happy. "It's pretty." what a silly answer, but it was true. Staring at the girl, he grinned. "The women are really really pretty. And the clothing doesn't hide their prettiness."

One of these days with he expanded his vocabulary... then that would come out in a different manner.

"I'll show you my favorite one." he looked around. If only the wind would die down a little bit...  

[jayoku]

The wind was relentless. But Zyanya didn't care. An elephant huh? She would have to look up the species on the computer once she decided she could go home.
"Me? I am an Indian Flower Mantis." she replied getting all technical with her species. Yah she jsut wasn't some plain mantis, she was an flower mantis, indian style.

And as he continued on his way of mentioning the reason why he had the magazine she could only stare. Wasn't she wearing just as little as they were? Ok so she didn't have boobs, and...she wasn't exactly as...human looking as they were...but still.

"Yah sure..show me your favorite." she replied sounding not exactly interested but impatient.

 

[naeodin]

Indian what? Deciding that he knew what mantis was enough (huh. Kind of. Well. It was the easiest to remember. Or was indian the easiest to remember?) he flipped the magazine, scanning the colors until he spotted the vivid red.

And stopped it. Look. He was good at some things, okay?

"This one!" he proclaimed proudly, spreading the page out to reveal the brunette in the shocking red ... well. Thing. Bikini was exaggerating it a little bit. "It's so bright, and vivid and..." well.

There went the extent of his vocabulary.

"I'm going to meet people like that one day!" Well. Or so he hoped. He turned, demanding some sort of reaction. A good, shocked one. Excited just as he was, maybe? Hopefully.

 

[jayoku]

She peered at the magazine and made a strange face, it looked somewhat of disgust and yet like she was trying to hold a laugh back.

"So...you like the bikini?" she asked since he seemed to be going on about the redness rather thant he girl but then he continued to talk. Meet them? She doubted most of these women really existed..Yah for computers.
"What is it about them you like? Aside from the bikini's?" She asked trying to figure this out.  

[naeodin]

Duh. Rolling his eyes in impatience (it was because she as an indian thing. Maybe this special appreciation for the higher art form only came to you if you were an elephant. Or older. Because he was sure he had seen older men look at them with appreciation too.)

"Look at her body!" the way she filled out the bikini, the curves. The shadows. The balances. She was gorgeous. And the red... it complimented her skin tone a lot. "It's very pretty."

Alright. The last escaped with a slightly sulky tone as he turned to look at her. She was green, with extra arms and none of the curves this picture had. But that was because she wasn't a proper boobie yet-- maybe it came with time.

Maybe.

"I like her too. She's pretty." Yeah. Real pretty. How come the women who lived around him couldn't look like this?

But deciding that he was getting slightly uncomfortable with the fact that she wasn't reacting the same way, he frowned. "Well, what do you like?"  

[jayoku]

Zyanya looked again at the woman pictured in the magazine, she then looked back to Narayan trying to figure out if he was being serious or not. Apparantly so.

"I guess I can't appreciate a woman like you do. Being a girl myself I just don't see the same way as you do." She replied trying to cover up the fact she had no idea what exactly about those women appealed to him. Even though he had given her a fairly obvious reason.

Tugging on the end of her pigtail she wondered if perhaps she would look...'prettier' if she let her hair down. her antenna twtiched again. No..not going to do it.

"What do I like?' she balked at the question, was it really any of his business? But then again she did start the conversation she might as well go with the fow.

"I like the sound of the wind through grass, the knowledge that my indended targets won't escape." um...she stopped...what else was there?