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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 10, 2009 1:06:14 GMT -5
Was it getting dark? He hurried to the window to look. No. Still light out. Why was he worried? He had just checked five minutes ago. He looked around the room. Had he forgotten something else? What about Mommy? Didn't she say she was coming back an hour ago? What if she got lost? What if something worse happen? What if...
"Falkenhayn!"The feline mix jumped, nearly falling forward with a cross between a squeak and a mew of terror. He had ignored Benedict for too long. Of course he would say something. No need to jump. "W-what?" the mix asked, his voice had been compared to nails on a chalk board on many occasions by his unfortunate sibling.
"Someone's at the door, they've been knocking for a good five minutes but you were too worried about the weather to notice." The skull on the tail twisted around to look over his brother's shoulder. Why did he get the whole body? It wasn't fair when he clearly wasn't all there more than half the time. "Oh no!" the feline mix stumbled to the door with wide frightened eyes. What if he had locked someone important out? What if he had upset his sister?! Oh no! Was he going to lose his head for being so slow? As soon as the door was flung open, without seeing who it was he blurted out, "I'M SORRY PLEASE DON'T BE MAD!" |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Apr 10, 2009 1:31:14 GMT -5
As much effort as he put into them, Vaska's attempts at running away never got him far. This time he'd made it twelve leap-hops away from their room before a panic had gripped him. Twelve. Two times six two plus ten four times three. But if he took one more step, it would be thirteen, and he knew about thirteen. He knew it was ten plus three but that nothing times anything would make it. He also knew it was Bad Luck. It was also far too many, and worse yet, there hadn't been anyone in the hallway, no one for him to glower at and show his needle bat-teeth. Really, it was that which made him really nervous. So he'd turned around and headed back, taking care to make sure that each leap-hop was bigger, and he'd made it back to his door in only ten this time, which was much better than twelve-nearly-thirteen. And then he wasn't able to reach the doorknob. He stared at it for a long time, then started to beat his wings against it, each beat making him a little bit more angry. Wasn't anyone there?! Wasn't his momma back?! Or his sister? Or his papa or his other-scary-evil mom? Or even his stupid brother! Then the door opened and Vaska yelped and jumped away, collapsing in a tangle of wings and matted fur. When he finally rearranged himself, he was quick to jump into the room and slam the door. Then he tackled his brother, knowing that even though he only had wings for arms his brother's arms were totally useless, so he clearly had the upper hand! Clearly. " What is WRONG WITH YOU FALKY?! You always leave the door open so long! Don't you know BAD PEOPLE can get in if you do that?" Shaking himself, he stepped off his brother and started to look around the room. " Where's mom, anyway? She's been gone for like nine forevers." His eyes narrowed. Had their mother been captured by Bad People? |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 10, 2009 1:52:04 GMT -5
Nope. He hadn't expected that. With a rather terrified shriek he fell backwards, his brother beating him with his wings. Oh NO! He really must have done something wrong! He gave a meek whimper as he crumpled under the fierce attack. He didn't think to fight back, but the physical attack stopped quicker than he had expected.
His ears pinned back as Vaska yelled. Oh. He had a really good point. Why had he left the door open for so long? Was that what he had forgotten to do?
The change of subject was enough to keep the boy's attention on track. Oh right. Mommy. She had left an hour ago and hadn't come back. But Mommy did that a lot. Though Sister should have come by to check up on them by now. What if she got hurt? What if they were bother captured by the Bad people? "M-mommy left to get some tea and paperwork! I...I think."
Benedict cleared his throat. It was almost hell being surrounded by morons, but they were family after all... and it wasn't like he could get away from them as much as he tried. "Mom did go to get tea and paperwork. She said she would be back in a hour and a half at the latest if someone managed to grab her on her way to the kitchen."
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Apr 14, 2009 22:11:40 GMT -5
Hah! His brother was such a pussy sometimes, cowering under the might of the powerful Solandrian Heart! It didn't matter that Falks was a Jack, he was also a Club, even though no one was supposed to know that. He knew it. He knew why mommy tried to hide it, too. When Falks fell over, Vaska sat back and extended his wings, puffing out his chest and showing his teeth. Of course the other boy's answer wasn't good enough for the paranoid bat, and his eyes widened even more as he prepared another verbal beatdown.
But then Ben, stupid, stupid Ben, had to jump in. Vaska deflated visibly, pulling his wings back in and letting his lower lip jut out slightly.
"Ben, you're a stupid-face stupid buzzkill," he muttered as he pulled himself to the window and stared out, refusing to look at his brothers. He knew they were there, and they probably weren't going anywhere. He hoped. For all that he trash-talked them, he really needed them close, especially when mommy wasn't around... Then he really thought about what the talking head had said. "Wait. WAIT! Grab her?! Someone grabbed her in the kitchens?! Then she really was stolen by the BAD PEOPLE!" The words came out in a near-wail, and he whirled dramatically, tattered mane waving around his face.
Where was she?! The thought was enough to send fine tremors running all up and down his body as he chewed on his lower lip with terror. Would he, Falks, and Ben have to find her and save her? He was the bravest one, but... The court was really big, and there were a lot of people he didn't know, and the Queen was really scary... There was a lot to consider before they made any sort of move.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 22, 2009 23:42:17 GMT -5
Ben would have rolled his eyes, if he had any proper ones. Instead he snorted, as turned his neck to look at Vaska properly. Not having a face really killed the concept of a glare, but he managed just the same. "Because name calling is so terribly--"
And there he went off the handle. Sure enough Falks would be soon to follow if something wasn't done. Not like either of them would really listen to him.
Falks let out a horrified squeak at the revelation that Vaska had. Their mother was taken captive! By who? By what? What if the scary Queen had taken her away? What if someone from another court had tired to take her out in some sort of assassination plot? What if one of their mother's contacts had come to kidnap her and drag her off into the Wood?
The cat-bat's eyes shrank as his thoughts whirred by, trying to process completely. His thoughts came to a sudden halt. "Big Scary Sister Xiven could save Mommy!"
"Mom doesn't need saving..."
"Yes she does! You said she was grabbed!"
"I meant if someone... you know what. Nevermind. I'd like to see the both of you try to find Xiven. Because without Mommy to protect you you're not going to want to leave this room. I mean how far did Vas the brave make it this time?"
Falks frowned as he looked from Vaska to Benedict and then to the door. His ears drooped at the thought of all the things Outside of this room that could potentially get him. But... Mommy was out there, so how bad could it be?
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Apr 23, 2009 23:26:00 GMT -5
Vaska's tongue jutted out of his mouth at his skeletal sibling and then he sneered, his lip curling into a rather wicked sneer. Granted, the effect was ruined by his tiny baby teeth, barely poking out from his gumline. But he sneered all the same, letting his ears flick back and pin against his neck. Luckily, Falks was there to provide a suitable distraction, and the young bat began to not vigorously, his entire body bobbing with the motion of it, his fluffy tail twitching urgently from side to side.
"Yeah... Yeah!" the young bat announced, rocking back on his haunches and grinning widely, the corners of his mouth twitching as his eyes opened widely, even more than normal, the ears panning forward. One wing claw was drawn up and he started to run the nails of his thumbs through his ratty mane, tugging at the knots until they broke free. A few blue hairs tumbled to the ground around him and he stared at them. "She so could. She's got that.. that big ol' axe thinger."
And then stupid Ben had to open his mouth again, and Vaska's fur bristled all over. The blue line going down his back rose fully, making him look substantially bigger.
He didn't know why stupid Ben always had to do that. He didn't even have a body of his own, and he acted like just because he wasn't afraid of the dark or being alone like he was so much better than his brothers. Vaska hated it, rage bubbling up in his chest. "Shut up, Ben. You know I don't like being alone. You KNOW it." red eyes narrowed as he stared the skull down. "C'mon, Falky, we can do this. Stupid Ben can watch and we'll prove him wrong, won't we? 'cause we can do it, long as we have each other."
With a skip in his step, he moved to the door and rose up, frowning back at them. "So let's go find Sister. And... and then we'll save mom."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 27, 2009 11:41:17 GMT -5
Benedict was mildly amused as he watched Vaska try to stare him down. Honestly he would never try to understand the lack of logic his brothers seemed to have. He didn't enjoy the stab at his inability to do anything. Of course he was forced to watch his brothers do everything since he was nothing but a head and neck. Of course he wasn't going to bother to make a snarky remark. He would just silently watch as his brothers failed.
Falks shifted on his feet as he watched his brother. Vaska was always the one in charge. It just didn't seem to work any other way, really. The feline mix's ears flicked back as bat moved towards the door with an all too clear spring in his step.
Falks shot another look at the window. Still light. Light. It would be fine. As long as it didn't get dark everything would be perfectly fine. And what about sister? What would happen if they bother sister while she was engrossed in something? Would she punish them? Would she chop off their heads? Would she think of a punishment worse than death...?
He kept his thoughts silent as he carefully followed his sibling. "She's probably in her office... though her room is closer. I guess we can check there. I hope... I hope she's not doing anything important."
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on May 31, 2009 21:07:20 GMT -5
Without checking or really caring about further confimation from Falks, Vaska trotted across the room in his strange way, rearing up on his legs to try and reach the door. Turning it took him another several minutes of effort, during which he frequently shot his brothers angry glances and muttered about their 'stupid dumb annoying in-the-way binding' and how 'if he had hands he sure wouldn't have them strapped all up against his body'. Then, at long last, he managed to turn the nob, letting out a delighted squeak as the door swung open.
Then he was off. He knew he walked slower than his brothers, and so he didn't really mind how far ahead he was. He managed for a while to keep his attention on the task at hand, but then it started to wander.
It wasn't long at all before he was more focused on the floor below his feet. Tiles. How many had passed so far? Every one was a little bit different, a little more suspicious, and the fur on his back and neck started to bristle. Would Xiven have set up traps around her office? If she had, what would the triggers be? The tile ahead was somewhat discolored, and chipped, and... Oh... Vaska let out a high-pitched shreik, crashing towards Falks. "LOOK OUT! Danger tile! That one's a trap, I'm sure of it!!"
If Xiven was in her room, it would probably be entirely impossible for her to not hear the commotion from the hallway, with Vaska screaming and flailing and generally freaking out over the imagined threat to his and his brother's general well-being.
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Post by Kari Muffin on May 31, 2009 21:41:30 GMT -5
Falks' ears pinned against his skull as he listened to his brother's complaints about his jacket. He gave a small whimper at the thought of taking it off. Mommy said that he was cursed, and shouldn't take it off. If he didn't listen to his Mommy bad things happened. And Benedict didn't seem to mind the jacket some of the time.... When the door opened he watched his brother for a few moments. Right. He would ignore him, but he wouldn't be alone. So if it did get dark everything would be okay. Then again he... wasn't ever alone. Benedict yawned as he watched things slowly unfold. His brothers both slowly made their way down the hall, Falks was faster than his brother, not looking for anything suspicious did that. And then came the tackle. Both he and Falks let out a horrible yelp (though Falks' was far more ear splitting) as they hit the ground. Meanwhile Xiven looked up from her reading. She was entirely too familiar with the sound of "boys being idiots." The very thought of her having to tend to her brothers made her bite her lower lip. Maybe she should just ignore the pair of them? Of course if it went on much longer someone else could end up finding them. Damn it. With a small sigh she got up, and opened up the door. Leaning on the frame she watched as the boys flailed in a mass of limbs. "Boys," she said, raising her voice just enough to be heard properly over the excitement. "Knock it off." |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jun 18, 2009 2:56:31 GMT -5
It was an instinct to fold his wings around his brothers, enfolding them in a protective tent of blue and brown and fur and fluff. He let out a keening wail as they rolled to a halt, all of his fur standing on edge as he prepared for some trap to activate. They'd be incinerated in a second, he was sure, and so he pressed himself closer. At least he'd have his family close in the last moments! He could only hope that his mother could escape from whatever danger she'd gotten into without their help!
The explosion never came, as much as Vaska waited. The fur along his back settled, then raised again, and when Xiven approached he unfolded and fell off of his siblings, falling onto his back and staring up at the human Queen.
"Hi Xiven. Your Majesty. Um. Sorry for being so loud. I was just, um. Watching for traps, you know how it is." he blinked at her, then peeled himself off the floor, standing with his head hanging low and his huge bat-ears pressed against his back. "We can't find mama. Do you maybe know where she is?" he couldn't let her know right away that they thought she was in danger. After all, if Xiven was somehow involved in it, then he didn't want her to know that they knew. That would just be dangerous for them and for their mother. He backed up slightly, bumping into Falks and feeling somewhat reassured by the closeness.
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