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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 28, 2009 23:39:39 GMT -5
Honker didn't have a leash anymore. Metaphorical or otherwise. He could go where he wanted and not get dirty looks for being an Ace. And now he found himself in the Outer Bazaar, but with a different outlook on life.
"What are you doing you moron?"Almost a good outlook on life. Honker still was a freak of nature, he just had a higher rank. His brother, Zane, had reminded him of that the last time they saw each other. Ez had tried to be supportive, but it was hard dealing with a monster that was fused to his abdomen. "Are you listening to me?""No. I'm not. Shut up," Honker muttered as he continued to pad down the dark alley. At least there was no one around to here him talk to... himself.
"Don't tell me to shut up you brat. How many times do I have to tell you where we should go and what we should be doing?"Honker just honked. Annoying. He'd never be normal. |
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Post by The Jenn on Jun 28, 2009 23:49:26 GMT -5
Jak had been following this guy for a good ten minutes. He wore the guise of Crispin at the moment, adorable feline Sorgaire-Lowland scamp who frequented the pie shoppe for handouts. Although lately, the lady had been wondering why he didn't look older. He told her that he just had a strange condition and she gave him an extra pie. She was fantastic like that. But no, this guy! He had a talking gut! The Joker had practically wet himself when he noticed it, excited beyond all belief. After a little stalking to confirm his theory, he turned into a cheetah and sprinted back to their house, turning biped for a split second to throw on Dell before running out of the house once more, her macabre wings streaming out behind him with the speed of his lope. And now he'd found the white shape again, and heard both voices in the alley, and he intended to make sure they all got a proper playdate. In the spirit of the stalk and now wearing the guise of a Tulgey canine he'd seen a few years ago mixed with some heron, he made sure to jump out just as the Tulgey was too far into the alley to conveniently run away. The honk startled him, though, and he landed too far to the side, smacking into the wall with a thud and a grunt. He staggered back to his feet and waved his white faux-Tulgey arm enthusiastically. "Hello!" he cried out happily, trying to ignore the way his nose throbbed. |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 29, 2009 0:19:04 GMT -5
Honker jumped in surprise, spinning around to see the person addressing him. They must have heard him talking to Lythero--so how was it possible that they were still around? People normally didn't stay for long after--
The swan dog gave a small surprised honk. He hadn't ever seen Tulgey since... he had seen Mr. Rosewood all those years ago. Seeing another one was really strange. Strange being the understatement of the century.
"Hi!" he said with a cheerful note. Hope was clearly in his voice.
Hope that should have been crushed. Lythero growled for a moment. "You don't even know a proper greeting, boy. And why are you wasting so much time here, we should obviously be going to Tulgey to gather followers!"
Honker froze, his eyes wide as he looked at the other boy. Please just stay. Don't run away. Honker could feel his hope slowly slipping away.
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Post by The Jenn on Jul 4, 2009 13:44:29 GMT -5
Red eyes stared at the pair of them, looking perfectly natural in a Tulgey body, if a bit creepy in general. They slowly drifted more to Lythero and his talking mouth. "Grumpy today, is he?" Jak asked with a giggle, unphased by the comment. He hunched the bipedal shoulders into a slightly more comfortable position for him and grinned with a very wide mouth. He'd decided to retain his 'natural' gap in this form today.
"Okay, so. You and grumpy, meet me an' my sister. I saw your talking stomach and figured this might be cool. Say hi, sister!" He had just enough sense to avoid using names, having lived with the precaution all his life. The wings on the cloak rose and waved as though of their own accord. The 'Tulgey' looked at them both with a bright expression. "Kay, now you two. Say hi! Is he your brother or something? I wouldn't be surprised. I mean, what with D- my sister. Did you eat him and he started sticking out?"
As abrupt and cheerful as always, the Joker braced himself against the wall with one hand and stood there with an unnaturally wide grin on his face. He was wearing a Seven of Hearts just then.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 7, 2009 2:18:49 GMT -5
Honker's ears twitched as he listened to the other boy speak. Maybe he was just a bit off? Then again weren't most Tulgey's supposed to be? Dad's therapist was a Tulgey... but he couldn't have been normal.
Either way this person was strange. But he was one to talk.
"Oh, He's always grumpy," Honker said with a shrug, ignoring the growl that was welling up from the parasite that was attached to him. He knew full well that the monster was in constant pain as long as he was like that, which is why he so desperately wanted to go to Tulgey. Of course he would be grumpy among other things. But this person didn't need to know that.
Honker tilted his head curiously as he watched the wings flap on their own accord. He'd never seen anything quite like it before... then again Lythero was sticking out of his stomach.
"No, I put on a cloak and then this happened. He used to be a General until someone skinned him alive." Honker said in his bright tone.
"Morons. I'm surrounded by morons. Don't either of you know about history? I was a great General and those bastards...ARGH! Why am I even bothering with such peons?" He faded into a grumbling growl.
"Right so. What are you and your sister doing here? I'm kind of... lost."
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Post by The Jenn on Jul 7, 2009 2:29:28 GMT -5
Jak listened with his head tilted in mild fascination. "A clock? Oh maaan, those things can be tricky. Y'know, I've never found one that did anything, but I figure it's only a matter of time. What with all the poteeeential in clocks. Almost as much potential as what's in slightly opened candy on the ground. And thaaaat's a lot."
His butt planted itself very firmly on the ground as he listened. "Skinned alive? How cool is that! D- my sister was skinned dead. Maybe that's why her mouth doesn't mooove anymore, just her wings. Maaaybe I should've tried it alive. Doesn't seem to have made him very happy, though, soooo maybe not. She's really happy. A lot happier. Being dead and skinned for a while made her preeeetty damned happy. Lots more than when she was alive."
Stopping his ramble long enough to scratch at an ear with his hind foot, he stared at the talking stomach. Something in him desperately wanted to poke it, but he suppressed the urge for now. Didn't seem like the time for it. "History's what I had for breakfast this morning," he said with a shrug. "And, well, we live pretty close to here and I saaaw you and figured I'd say hi. So. Hi." He grinned the grin of the gap-mouthed and creepy.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 7, 2009 2:39:17 GMT -5
Okay. This was. A little odd. Odder than normal.
Lythero opened his gaping mouth before Honker had a chance to react. He snarled at the boy's comment. "So you're an uneducated idiot without common sense. That's good to know. Your parents clearly weren't proper Tulgey's. You might want to join your sister in death, since clearly you're not good for anything else."
Honker gave a rather distressed honk. "I'm so sorry for him! He's really doesn't mean something like that! He's just upset because I'm not as smart as he is. He just takes it out on everyone!"
The small part of the swan dog that was common sense said run. After all he didn't want to make someone angry who had skinned their dead sister and made them into a piece of clothing. Clearly he wasn't sane.
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Post by The Jenn on Jul 7, 2009 2:51:56 GMT -5
Jak let out a high-pitched giggle at all of the commotion and distress. Sometimes laughing was all it took to get someone to relax, right? After all, if you weren't upset then they didn't have any reason to be upset. "Don't woooorry, there's no reason to be sorry. My brother's a looot smarter than me, and sometimes they just get in a temper. 'Why don't you understand this' and 'how could you have done that' and 'don't you have a brain' and all of those. Noooo problem at all. And yeah. My parents weren't proper Tulgeys. At all." He grinned, teeth flashing as he bared them.
"But!" he said quickly, hopping to his feet. "Whatever. I'm uneducated, I'm an idiot, and common sense ain't so common. Or so said somebody I once overheard. Maybe that just makes you speeeecial, Mister Grumpy Tummy." He giggled again and this time the sound was definitely off-kilter on the side of nuts. He was just so happy!
Dell's wings flapped with his amusement, as though she were sharing it, and he shivered happily. "But yeeeah, no need to get upset, no need at all. I'll die when I'm good and ready. Or maybe not. Eh. Dunno. Whenever it happens, I'm sure I'll be pretty happy it did. Look at my D- my sister! Death made her so much happier. Maybe that's why you're all pissy. Do you need to die, Mister Grumpy Tummy? I bet if you did, you'd get a whooole new perspective on life." As though the idea had struck him as appealing, which in truth it had, he started to advance slowly towards Honker and his parasite.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 7, 2009 3:02:22 GMT -5
Buh? What? This... what? Honker stared wide eyed at the boy as he continued to talk. His heart skipped a few beats as he listened to the laughter that just.... wasn't right or natural. This couldn't be good at all.
Honker found his mouth dry as he watched the boy move closer. Don't panic. Panicking only made things worse. The swan dog swallowed.
Lythero's voice was an even pitch as it spoke, making Honker's ears flatten against his head as if something bad was going to happen. His tail tucked between his legs as he backed up slowly. "Listen, boy. I've died once and it wasn't a pleasant experience. I have no intention of dying again by anyone's hand until Tulgey takes its proper place as rulers of all the realms. Do you understand me? I won't be happy until I've crushed all the worthless cards beneath me. If you intend to get in my way I'll snap your little neck."
Honker choked back a horrified whimper. If anything bad happened he would just rear up and hope that Lythero's mouth could grab a hold of something. Honker made a rather pitiful attempt to save the conversation. "I guess death isn't for everyone, huh?"
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Post by The Jenn on Jul 23, 2009 21:29:30 GMT -5
Jak stopped, tilting his head as he thought about what the grumpy tummy monster said. "So you weeeeren't happy dead, and you'll only be happy if you crush worthless Cards beneath you? Doesn't sound like you're a very happy person, Grumpy. I don't understand that at aaaaall. But I'm not all that proper, and I don't think Tulgey is eeeeither, or you'd be happy. Because that's proper. So maybe I'm proper in the happy way, but not in the grumpy way like you think you are. Everybody should be proper in the happy way. But dead wasn't proper for your haaaaappy. So what is?"
He stared from Lythero to Honker and then back again, looking like he was thinking very hard. You could almost imagine smoke coming out of his ears from the imaginary cogs and gears whirring away in his mind. He bounced a little as he thought. "Grumpy seems a loooot harder to please. So you, how about you? What's yoooour name? And how can I make you happy? No more upset." He grinned.
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