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Post by Greenie on Aug 24, 2008 13:11:22 GMT -5
[[This is open to anyone that wants to be at Sae's house <3 Lol]]   Dysthymia was somewhat hesitant about leaving his child with his crazy sister, but he really had no where else to go. Vessatha was back at the Courts, and she was hardly a better option--at least here Zether would be around other children, something he had little experience with, considering most parents opted to not bring them to the Courts. His only consolation was that she'd been doing it for a few years now and had lived through a few emergencies, so Zether wouldn't die from being here. Emotional scarring was possible, but not likely. "Come on, Ze. You're staying with Aunt Sae for a few days." The ferret said with an eyebrow raised, gently pushing the boy up a stair. "But momma, I don't want to stay with Auntie Sae. Can't I stay with you?" The boy pleaded, lifting himself up in the air in order to move back down a step, his big puppy eyes lifted pleadingly up to Mia's. "No, you can't. I have business to do in places that little boys don't need go. And besides, there are other kids here for you to play with." Mia stated, and simply lifted Zether by the scruff of his neck and placed him at the top of the staircase, then rang the door bell.
"But I don't want to play with other kids.." Zether said quietly, but too late, because the door was already opening.  "Mia!" Saethre exclaimed, bursting out to tackle her brother in a hug, despite her pregnant belly being in the way. "Wonderful timing. The fire kids just got here! You don't mind fire, do you Zeth?" She exclaimed, staring the puppy in the face with a toothy grin. "Uhh.." Zether stuttered, wondering if his water ability was going to help him at all. "Yeah, I gotta go. I'll be back in a few days, Sae. Be good, Zether!" Mia hugged the boy quickly, then set off at a fast pace, leaving the pair in the doorway together. Saethre waddled past him and into the doorway, shuffling him in next to her, then set off for the kitchen muttering something about cravings. Zether simply stared at the chaos in front of him. What looked like a couch was on fire in a corner, but didn't seem to actually be burning. A vase was precariously close to falling off the fireplace mantle, and two large children whizzed past him, giggling and shouting after one another. What had his momma left him with? |
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Post by Kitty on Aug 24, 2008 13:29:10 GMT -5
  The couch was the present resting spot of a certain autumn hued puppy and the fire the boy was seeing was actually his wings. For once all the warnings he'd gotten about being 'careful' with and 'conscientious' of other people's things was in his head and he'd managed to keep himself from rolling over on the sofa to lounge on his back or some other silly thing like that. That knock on the door however had his triangular ears perked forward and orange eyes locked on it to see who or what would be coming in to entertain him further. His orange and yellow tail thumped cheerfully against the back of the sofa as he watched. Brokat was sitting on the floor in front of said sofa watching his brother intently. They weren't at home and the idiot was already sprawled out over something potentially flammable and all it would take would be one roll, one ... small movement and ... well he'd have to be rescuing his brother again. The knock on the door got his attention to, but his rounded ears drooped at the prospect of more strangers and he promptly got up onto all fours and hid behind the sofa. His odd beak nose visible as he peeked out from behind it. Once the door was closed, however, a blur of orange, yellow and brown was on it's way to greet the new boy, yipping in excitement as he did .... that tail never once stopping. Hey! Who're you? I'm Casanova .... and my brother he's .... He paused, noticing the distinct lack of brown fur and olive feathers at his side and scanned the room quickly before seeing that ever familiar beak muzzle. Well, he's hiding over there but that's Brokat! |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Aug 24, 2008 13:54:39 GMT -5
Oh, for the love of...
The bat stomped through the streets, holding tightly to his youngest son and glaring down at the boy, muttering all along the way. "You painted your sister, Mikael! The ceiling, I can understand. The mess on the blankets... fine, those can be washed.[/b]" he glowered down at the boy as they reached the steps of Sae's fine establishment, brows furrowed more in irritation than actual anger. The paint... well, he and Heilyn had certainly learned their lesson about buying the child non-washable paint, and poor Sorcha would be getting baths for days.
It would be easier if Mikael could be somewhere out of their hair for at least a few hours now. That would give them time to dispose of his old paints and procure for him something less staining. "You've got your crayons, right? Good. Now, I need you to be good for Sae. She's an old friend, she'll take good care of you. Just don't... draw on anyone, okay?[/b]" the man grinned at the boy, then shook his head, opening the door. Oh good, there were other kids there, perfect for distraction.
"SAE! Got another one for you! I'll be back for him later tonight![/b]" the man yelled, ushering his child inside.
And then he was gone, stomping down the street once more to buy something that could possibly take paint off of the ceiling.
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Post by Nako on Aug 24, 2008 14:19:07 GMT -5
Curled in the fetal position, the little bat/canine hybrid could only submit himself to his punishment as he was carted off. Squirming away would be all but impossible as the scruff of his neck was tightly held. His fingers caged around his body and curled up to wrap around Seth's wrist, for if he'd let them drag they'd touch the ground. "Sorcha can be washed too..." But with the look his father gave him, he knew it might be best to just.. drop it. Was he sorry for being taken out of the house? Actually, not at all. No one wanted to be around mommy when she had her meltdowns. At the door though, his father gave a smile, and Mikael was able to return a most meek one back. At least his dad had forgiven him... at least a little. Then again, no one had ever said explicity -not- to paint his sisters... but his father was right.. oil paints did nothing for her fur. Perhaps watercolor or dye would be more appropriate next time? Oh wait... Yeah.... no more painting sisters. Ceilings and walls though.. Hehehe. Mikael gave a most aggrieved sigh at his father's orders not to decorate anyone again. "Okay... I won't.."Disentangling himself from his father's arm, he was set down on the floor, and quite promptly -left- there. Obviously Seth hadn't gotten a good look around, because right across the room were two Lowlander types conversing with another kid. His father had never had a good thing to say about Lowlanders, and being in their presence made him immediately uncomfortable. If there was ever a creature that needed a serious makeover, it would be a Lowlander! Attempting to be discreet, he carefully made his way over to a kiddie table, slipping his backpack off his shoulders and digging through it with the very tippy tips of his long fingers. Finally, his pad and crayon box were retrieved, popping the crayon box open before going through the grievous task of situating it between his overlong digits. It would probably be easier to become 'foot' handed.... |
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Post by Vyn on Aug 24, 2008 14:47:38 GMT -5
Vesper already didn't like it here. There were lots of people she didn't know and, to make it worse, the only adult was a crazy otter. She kept her distance from the other children, nursing her rotten leg so that no one might notice it. She kept trying to wrap it up but sometimes that made it even more obvious... Other time she simply didn't, mostly because Momma always looked a little disheartened to see her so disgusted by herself. One day she'd get rid of it, though, she was sure... The knock on the door brought another group of oddities in (as if there weren't enough) and the mixed region rat curled up a little more tightly in the corner of the couch she'd chosen as her own 'space'. Everyone was sure weird looking... At least she wasn't that bad. Ungainly and long-legged and... Well, at least her fingers weren't the length of her body and she didn't have spectral wings. Well, Cas's wings were gorgeous but the new boy...he looked slimy. |
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Post by Nako on Aug 24, 2008 15:02:54 GMT -5
Mikael was becoming most frustrated with his inability to get the crayon just how he wanted it. Growl/chirping, he took the think and pierced a claw straight down into the wax. Aha! Most satisfied with himself, he scribbled happily on the paper with his purple crayon.
His bliss was short lived, for he caught sight of a buck toothed, rotten looking thing staring his way Immediately self conscious, he put his fingers under the table and glared. "What are you looking at?" What was she looking at? His mask? His fingers? The fact that he was ridiculously -white- when he should be brown? Goodness only knows.
Why did his daddy leave him here anyways? Did he not notice the Lowlander mixes in here? His father might have never left him here if he realized who was in the room. What was so bad about them anyways? Well, except for being pretty unsightly to look at and all..
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Post by Vyn on Aug 24, 2008 15:24:10 GMT -5
Vesper could have cried with the intensity of her not wanting to be there. Especially once finger-boy just had to look over and notice her existence as she tried with painful intensity to pretend she was far far away. She quickly turned her head away, staring at her paws...but it wasn't enough. The boy was talking to her and there was no way to ignore it.
Sulking to the highest extent possible, Vesper looked back and scowled a little...which did nothing to improve her appearance what with those large buck teeth.
"Nothing." She said, perhaps a bit too sharply, before doubly back and peering a bit closer. Why were his fingers so long? And why did he wear that silly mask? ...Better question, why did she care? "...What's your mask for, anyway?" His fingers were obviously some sort of mutation, like her unsightly teeth and the rot consuming her foreleg. Considering that she would like neither of them mentioned by the stranger, she kept her questions away from such things whenever possible.
If he wanted to talk about his long fingers he could, but Vesper wouldn't say a word about her leg. It was far too obvious anyway.
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Post by Nako on Aug 24, 2008 15:51:04 GMT -5
Her reaction was sharp enough to hurt. His huge, batlike ears twisted back against his skull. He was not expecting her next question. A paw came up, fingers bent in such a way so he could touch his mask with the middle knuckles. "Oh, this... It's so I can breathe. If I take it off... My mom says bad things will happen." That warning had been enough for him to not take it off so far.
He couldn't help but look at her wound. His father had explained the disease that Lowlanders carried, but he'd never gotten any explanation from a Lowlander's perspective. (Admittedly she was a mix, but the fact that she was -rotting- made that detail easily overlooked) He frowned, though the expression couldn't be seen because of his mask, his brows were knit and his ears were swayed back in an almost worried expression. "Does that hurt? Maybe we can get the nanny to put a bandaid on it.." A big bandaid. He probably shouldn't have even mentioned it. She was obviously trying to hide it.. but then again children didn't know much of tact did they?
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Post by Kitty on Aug 24, 2008 16:03:00 GMT -5
And it seemed that as he was trying to keep an eye on his troublesome brother, his sister was the one needing watched! He really, really didn't want to come out his hiding spot, but he didn't want to see the girl get in any kind of trouble either. He stayed where he was for a moment before sighing softly and creeping out from behind the sofa to move to it's side and peer around that. He eyed the funny looking mix for a moment, but didn't pay him much mind. He really couldn't put any claims on being all lthat... normal looking.
Momma wouldn't like to hear you talking like that!
So it looked like today he'd have to shove all his shyness down and keep tabs on his siblings. He had a feeling today would be rather .... exhausting.
Nova on the other hand, was busy trying to hold a conversation with the puppy looking boy with some weird glass thing clipped to his nose while prancing a happy little circle around him. Oh if only the other boy would want to play, that would be awesome! |
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Post by Vyn on Aug 24, 2008 20:05:46 GMT -5
Vesper shrunk down a little at Mikael's reaction, her own ears flattening down against her skull. She wasn't mean, really, but tactless and touched with that classic Morganberry dissatisfaction. She wanted so much more from life than what her lot had offered her, even if she was better off than some.
"Really? I can breathe just fine." Vesper stated quite bluntly, before she was visibly caught off guard by the bat mix's words. A bandaid... The rat abruptly shifted her position, laying so that she could hide her leg as she thought of a retort that seemed fitting for what he'd just said. Of course it wasn't like he had meant to insult her...but really, who mentioned that???
Then Brokat was there, skulking out from behind the couch to play like he knew the rules better than everyone else.
"I wasn't sayin' anything mean... I just asked him a question." She sulked quietly, well aware that she could've said quite a great deal if Brokat hadn't intervened.
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