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Post by The Jenn on Jan 31, 2010 18:47:11 GMT -5
Had Jak been in his normal form, his ears would have drooped. As it was, he nodded obediently and hugged her more. That was the only thing she'd asked of him, and she purred when he did it. So that was safe.
He really didn't want to leave her while she seemed so unhappy. That just wouldn't be right of him. He'd gone and gotten involved, and so he should help until she felt better. That was just how he did things. But what would make her happy? He couldn't just sit here forever and hug her and make her happy that way. Ugh. People were so difficult and different sometimes.
Her next question made him look down at her curiously.
Uhh...
He'd already told her, hadn't he? He was looking for Mom. But she didn't know where Mom was. So he said the next truest thing.
"I'm here to make you happy," he told her in an earnest voice. "I can't go anywhere until you are. So if you tell me what to do, I'll do it." Did she want to be groomed? Pet? Fed? Talked to?
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 31, 2010 20:49:59 GMT -5
(( OOC: Hope you don't mind me assuming things <3 ))
Xiven tilted her head to one side as she looked at the man. Did he really mean that? She wasn't too sure as she loosened her grip on him. "If you want to make me happy then you'd do anything right?" she licked him on the nose.
Her hands made their way down to his pants. "Anything?"
Clearly this was going to lead somewhere dirty. Bad Xiven, bad.
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Xiven was asleep shortly after the act. She wasn't about to wake up anytime soon as she had completely depleted her energy. There was nothing the woman could do but sleep after something like that. That and the drugs would wear off with much more grace when she was asleep. Now that she was tired it was so much easier.
Weird dreams a side she would sleep well. And she would also be blissfully unaware of any of the actual events that happened.
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Post by The Jenn on Feb 1, 2010 20:31:43 GMT -5
That was unexpected. And confusing. But, uh, great! Jak felt great. And apparently she did too, or she did before she fell asleep, so chances were that she was happy enough for him to leave her be. He'd made her happy, so now he needed to find Mom and Kieran and anyone else he could. A little sorer than he'd started, but no worse for the wear. He loved to- he needed to make people happy. But making family happy was the best thing ever.
Disentangling the human limbs from her sprawled, furry form, Jak-Pale found the pants and slipped them on before heading out the door. There were bruises and bite marks and claw scrapes visible on the white skin, but he didn't think about them enough to transform self-and-back to hide them. So it just looked like Pale had a really great time.
Maybe he shouldn't look in any more rooms until he had to, though. He might have to take more time to make someone happy, and while he would certainly love to, he really did have something specific in mind for this visit.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Feb 1, 2010 20:58:00 GMT -5
This just wasn't right at all. For months after Treasa's death, Kieran had been fighting against nightmares. About his sister, about his mother, and then, finally, about himself. The ones about himself had started when he'd first found he could use magic to grow a mouth for himself, even if only for a temporary period. A hideous mutant, extra-long tongue lolling out of a too-wide mouth filled with too many teeth. The dreams had only gotten worse when he'd stepped on a pin that someone had left half-covered by a towel, passed out, and woken up with a third pair of wings sprouting from between his shoulders. That night, he'd dreamed that the eyes lining the edges of the wing had been real eyes, and he'd woken up in a cold sweat. He had to cast the memories aside. Had to. It had almost worked, until he'd woken up that morning, caught with the strangest feeling. He could... see. Not in the way he'd seen for most of his life. It was different, somehow. Kieran shifted, shaking his head. His eyes opened. It took a few hours after that for the young man to get his head on straight. He'd looked at himself in the mirror, all the eyes on his wings focused on the image, eyes blinking at different times. When he didn't focus them like that, he could see... Everywhere. And, when he dared to open his mouth and extend the tongue he hadn't before had, he'd had to stifle a scream. The walls... he was seeing through the walls. It was time to get help, and fast. He closed the eye on his tongue tightly, swallowing the appendage down again, and shoved his face into the mask his mother had given him so many years before. He needed to find - someone. His mother. Pale. He would help, right? Busy as he was with everything, if Kieran approached him in a blind panic, he would do something... ...right? The sound of footsteps reached the cat-dog's ears and he ducked into a nearby closet, pressing himself against the wall. He forced himself to be calm, then opened his mouth, letting the tongue creep a foot out of his mouth, just enough to let him open the eye embedded in it. As before, the walls seemed to melt away, and he saw none other than the albino King heading in his direction, covered in bites and scratches. That was probably a good thing. After all, that would mean he was... probably... in a good mood. Carefully pinning his mask back into place, his wings tucked as closely against his body as he could, Kieran stepped into the hallway. " Uh, Pale? I need to talk to you about something,[/b]" He said, trying to keep the waver of panic out of his mind-voice. One of his wing-eyes rolled to the outside of a feather, letting him stare at the man. Something seemed off, but... There was no time to think about that. |
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Post by The Jenn on Feb 1, 2010 21:06:35 GMT -5
A rustle of feathers and a prickle of the survival instinct that had developed throughout a life in the Outer Bazaar were Jak's only warnings. The second he paused in hesitation, a pale form stepped out in front of him in the hallway and spoke through a mask.
His... his brother.
Kieran.
Looking so cool, just like he'd seen him during seizures! Jak could have screamed! He did scream!
"KIERAN!" he shouted in a joyous yelp, lunging for the masked body in front of him so that he could cling to his neck and shake with excitement. Then he started to babble, barely able to breathe through his excitement. "I've been looking for you everywhere, looking for you and Mom and other people I see sometimes that I know are family, and OH you look GREAT, just like I've SEEN you and knew you would look when I found you, and your wings are so cool, even cooler than before cause there are more of them, and I actually SHARE your TOES now even though you can't see them while I look like this, or like anything else really, and your swirls are so great, and your wings, your WINGS, have I said they're cool yet because they totally are and it looks like they might have something new about them which is awesome because lots of new stuff pops up on me all the time cause I eat things even Amhal won't touch and tells me I shouldn't but now you have a mouth so you can eat them too and I guess that's what you did because of all the extra stuff and it's SO GOOD to SEE YOU AGAIN!"
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Feb 1, 2010 21:33:29 GMT -5
For a brief moment, Kieran felt lost in a sea of overwhelming confusion. The man was Apocalypse, wasn't he? He looked like Apocalypse, at the very least, but with was certainly not Apocalypse-like to throw himself at th young man in a full-body hug, oozing a happiness so thick that Kieran could almost feel himself getting full.
It wasn't until the words started that Kieran's mind started to put the information together. The memories were vague, cloudy, but he could remember curling against a body that was always happy, so happy, a voice exclaiming in a strange pace (one that was remarkably similar to the one this not-Pale was using now) a story that he had hoped would fill his siblings with laughter. It didn't seem possible. It wasn't possible - Jak and Amhal and Dell were all dead, gone for so long that on some days Kieran thought he had dreamed them up. But here he was.
The Highlander was certain.
A choked noise escaped him as he reared onto his hind limbs, wings flaring for balance as all of the eyes across his feathers rolled to the side that allowed them to look at his brother. There were the differences he'd noticed before, but, how--? "Jak?! It's really you, isn't it? Oh, Suits, I though...![/b]" A purr started up in his chest, deep and rumbling and insistent, and he crashed his mask-covered face against the head that was and was not Pale's. "But you look like... How? Come on, we'll go to my room, we can talk there... Amhal's alive too?[/b]"
The man felt himself start to tremble with joy.
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Post by The Jenn on Feb 1, 2010 22:04:06 GMT -5
In Jak's odd reality, it was hard to remember that his brother hadn't seen him since they were both six years old. Part of him didn't honestly remember that. He'd been seeing Kieran in flashes for so long that it was like a visit, almost, each and every time.
The oddly balanced human form fell over backwards as his brother crashed into him and he couldn't stop laughing, half from the pain and half from sheer, unadulterated joy. He was so happy!
As soon as he could breathe and see at the same time, he got woozily to his feet and clung to Kieran's neck, needing it a little bit for support as he gasped and hiccuped. "You- you- YES! It's me! Let's go! He's alive, yes! Yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyesyesyes."
He continued to mutter the word and absolutely cling to the bizarre-looking Highlander the whole way back to his room. Understandable speech was out of the question until he had a chance to calm down.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Feb 2, 2010 4:20:36 GMT -5
Now that the confusion and doubt had had a chance to ebb from his mind, Kieran found it was impossible to believe that the person in front of him could have been anyone other than his brother. The memories were vague, yes, but even at the tender age of six Jak had been a force of nature in terms of his personality, something the now-adult Highlander had always been able to remember well. Sometimes, when he'd first come to live in the Court, he'd crawled under his blankets and thought about his brother as hard as he could, trying to remember the way he'd spoken, bounced, acted, and the way his belly had always seemed so full around the cheerful child.
It was that fullness that made him sure, beyond a doubt. He'd found what he needed, sure, but it had never been half as filling as the joy he had gotten from Jak, never nearly as satisfactory. It didn't look like he remembered his brother looking, but Kieran's body remembered.
When arms laced tightly around his neck, Kieran's purring increased in volume, his splayed toes kneading at the hard marble of the floor. Jak was alive. Jak was alive, and Kieran felt happy. Some of the eyes on his wings half-closed while others slid shut entirely, the picture of perfect contentment. He would need to find out why his brother looked like Pale, but that didn't seem as important as the fact that his belly was full. How long had it been? Weeks? Months? Years? It seemed that was all he was capable of focusing on, though he led the other man to his room.
Then he shut the door tightly behind them. He would have to check, every once in a while, to make sure that no one was approaching, but that wouldn't be hard with his new... features. As soon as he was inside, Kieran shook the hated mask off and turned to face the man that was - had to be - his brother. "How?" He choked out, at long last. "How are you alive? How do you - you look like Pale. How did you do that? How did you get here? Oh, Suits, Jak, I never stopped... I never stopped missing you.[/b]"
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Post by The Jenn on Feb 12, 2010 17:47:18 GMT -5
Jak leaned against a wall in his brother's room, so happy that he could puke. He wouldn't, 'cause he hadn't eaten a lot in the past day and he couldn't afford to waste whatever might be in there, but he could. And that was pretty damn happy.
The limp human body slowly slid down the wall and he sat on the floor, flopping forward and grinning with a mouth full of teeth. Kieran had a mouth now too. That was just so cool.
"I just never died," he replied giddily, reaching out one hand to touch a long-toed paws. He'd loved those toes when he was little. Getting his own toe mutation had just... reminded him of that. "I got reeeally good at not dying. The Capital's full of all sorts of people! Some are good and feed you pies. Some are bad and try to getcha. You get good at not dying. And I did. Had to. Had to find food for Amhal an' me."
He leaned in closer, bent fully forward now and grinning even wider. It hurt this human face, but he was so used to an even bigger grin that it felt weird not smiling to his fullest sometimes. "An' I got a trick that helps. Maybe you don't remember. It scared Mom an' Dad sometimes. But it's a great trick. Promise me you won't scream."
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Feb 24, 2010 16:15:08 GMT -5
This whole... Situation, whatever, was entirely surreal. From waking up in the morning with a whole new face, one that extended across the rest of his body, to the sudden appearance of the brother he'd thought to be long-dead, only in the body of his sorta-stepfather-thing... Part of Kieran insisted that he'd never actually woken up this morning, and that this was just another bizarre dream, no different from any of the others he'd been having lately.
But if that was the case, he could only imagine it wouldn't feel so damn real. When Jak had thrown his - Pale's? - arms around him, Kieran had felt the warmth of body heat. Even more real than that, though, was the warmth in his belly, the satiation that he'd always felt as an infant and had never felt after Jak had died.
But he hadn't died. It was impossible for him to be dead, he was standing right there, alive as ever. The boy's mind had been so young before, he'd managed to pass off all memories of a shifting form to the remnants of more dreams, albeit very strange and vivid ones. It wasn't possible for someone to change that much - well, grandpa Seth had been able to change his coat, but that wasn't nearly the same thing. Was the Jak he remembered still in there, under the weird Pale-suit? "I uh, no. I don't remember.[/b]"
Not really. Just that vague little itch in the back of his mind that told him he should. Almost a reflex, Kieran's tongue darted out of his mouth, swiping across his lips before vanishing back into his mouth. The action made him flinch, but it wasn't nearly as disconcerting as what his brother was saying. Don't scream? That didn't sound reassuring, but all the same, the man gave a small nod. "I won't.[/b]" He replied softly.
Now, he just needed to hope he could stay true to that statement. The eyes on his wings betrayed his curiosity, all of them rolling into the proper position to look at his brother, all of them blinking at different times to ensure that he wouldn't miss any of it.
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