|
|
Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jul 6, 2010 22:47:09 GMT -5
While the man had spent less than a full day at the Court proper, it had taken him almost a full week to get there and back, thanks to what he was. All the traveling had to be done on foot. A carriage would just attract too much attention, and he couldn't fly for long - which was frustrating, considering the insane array of wings that adorned his back. But walking worked. It gave him a chance to talk to his father in private, the skin draped loosely around his neck, tied there by the paws. He kept his own wings tucked in close to his sides to avoid attracting too much attention, the draconic wings of his morbid cloak helping to hide them even further. Kieran kept to the backroads, wanting to avoid as much attention as he possibly could. The fewer delays, the better - when he'd left home, his brother had looked like he was about ready to pop, and he really wanted to be present for the birth of... Whatever it was. The King himself wasn't entirely sure what to expect, but Jak was happy, and that made Kieran happy in turn. From the palace, the Highland man gathered the last of his belongings and discretely stole a bag of money that he found laying around as well. It was certainly going to be missed, but from the looks of things, no one had even noticed he was gone. They wouldn't realize he'd taken it until it was far too late. Days went by on the trip back home, but he felt somewhat relieved at the sense of familiarity that filled the air when he neared the outskirts of town, the parts that most people thought of as being the bad areas. To Kieran, it was a new home, and one that he found a lot more comfortable than the one he'd spent most of his life in. It was the place where he could be with his family, and that was worth more than almost anything else. He climbed the steps to the place his grandfather had left them, pushing the door open. Once inside, he pushed the damn stupid mask off his face and shook his hair out, glancing around. " Jak? Amhalghaidh? I'm back.[/b]" Hmm. Seemed quiet. He moved towards Jak's room, ears perked forward. He could sense a feeling of happiness emanating from the room, which was a good sign. " Jak?[/b]" |
|
|
|
Post by The Jenn on Jul 7, 2010 5:53:58 GMT -5
In his brother's absence, Jak had stayed around the house and mostly spent his time eating the last of their meager food stores. Cans, mostly, at that point. He'd had a craving for canned beets like mad this pregnancy, and after he finished the beets he went through the last of the peas and corn. They'd been cheap at the grocer a month ago, which was why they'd had so many. Dented cans - who cared if they were dented? They still tasted just fine! Then, three days ago, he had gone into labor. Which meant that his little baby was on its way! He had spent the time alternately screaming and cackling with insane glee, thoroughly freaking out the already touchy neighborhood. And he knew there would only be one. He'd been getting bits of its pseudo-thoughts for a while now during his weekly seizures and there was only one. Which was fiiiiine. So long as it lived. So long as it was okay. Not like the last ones. Three days ago, he had met his daughter for the first time. And she was perfect. When Kieran came in, Amhal was gone trying to find food and Jak was dozing in an odd half-sleep, tiny biped daughter curled next to him in a true sleep as they both lay in the sun. Between the warmth and the presence of his daughter, all was right in the Joker's world just then. But when he heard his brother's voice, it became even more right!"Kieeeeeraaaaaan," he hissed in a stage-whisper. |
|
|
|
Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jul 12, 2010 23:47:03 GMT -5
The door was partially open to begin with, and Kieran simply gave it a bump with his muzzle to push it open the rest of the way. All of his eyes focused on the central spot of his brother's bed, the multitude of directions giving him a clear advantage when it came to identifying all the figures in the room.
There was Jak. And there... That must have been his new niece.
The feeling of happiness filling the air was further confirmation of that. His fears seemed to have been for nothing, and in that moment the King's residual tension slipped away. A low purr started deep within his chest and he crossed the room completely, sitting back on his haunches and resting his forepaws against the edge of the bed. His eyes shifted now, some looking at Jak and some focusing on the little girl. Others still rolled through the feathers, now keeping watch on the rest of the room. She was so tiny, and curled up as she was, he couldn't get a very clear look at her.
"Oh... oh wow. Wow.[/b]" the man said softly, his ears perking forward. He wanted to get a better look at the tiny baby. "What's... The name?[/b]" Words weren't coming very easily. He was still feeling very much in awe. Kieran knew all about babies, but seeing his brother's was... Special, somehow. And not just because of the way he could feel himself getting fuller by the second.
There was also something vaguely unsettling about the child, but he wasn't sure. He still didn't have a very good look at her, but something... Felt odd. Those dark colors were familiar, somehow. It must have just been his imagination getting the best of him.
|
|
|
|
Post by The Jenn on Aug 2, 2010 16:29:52 GMT -5
Jak stretched just a little bit as Kieran came into the room, his body aching in ways he'd never felt before but didn't really mind because they were all for her. It was a bad ache, but a good one. It meant good things. It was a small price to pay.
For his little... "Tabby," he murmured, one quadrupedal paw reaching out to touch the infant's warm back. She squirmed and made a tiny 'whuff' noise, but otherwise remained asleep. She'd been awake for a while earlier. "She's my little Tabby-wabby-wooooo, Kieran, and she's so tiiiiiny and preeeeetty..."
His stomach growled hungrily and he winced, looking forward to their brother's return. He hadn't eaten that day. He ate last night, though, so he would be alright until Amhal returned. His stomach wasn't very big as it was. And being pregnant had given him a little extra weight to work with.
"So glad you're hoooome," he sighed, reaching his paw further until he could touch a bit of his brother. Reassurance.
|
|
|
|
Post by carcinoGeneticist on Oct 5, 2010 0:01:32 GMT -5
Kieran's ears twitched at the noise, and he completed his journey across the room, no longer feeling the hesitation from before. Now, there was warm, and there was happy, and all of that was very good in his book. Even if Jak would need something to eat, his brother would be content for at least a few more hours.
Maybe even longer. The feline mix was starting to get the feeling that the birth of his niece was going to do amazing things for the state of his belly.
The King shifted against Jak's paw, letting a quiet purr rumble up from in his chest. "What a perfect name," he murmured thoughtfully, the eyes in his wings rolling to get a better look at the infant. So dark... When her fur came in fully, he could be sure, but right now... Suspicion filled the back of the Highlander's mind, though he didn't say a thing. There was no reason to interrupt the happy moment for now. "And I'm glad to be home. I wouldn't want to miss this for the world. Do you need anything, for now?[/b]"
|
|
|
|
Post by The Jenn on Oct 5, 2010 0:16:07 GMT -5
"Amhal's coming back with food," he wheezed, yawning at the same time. Having a separate source of breathing and speaking made for an odd sort of balance between the two. He kept his head upright so that his eye didn't light anything on fire. He was quite practiced.
And then he proceeded to tell his brother everything there was to tell about the week he'd missed. Which was... quite a lot, from the Joker's point of view.
From Jak's point of view, Kieran had suddenly found a great job! It kept food in their bellies and blankets on their beds. Which was... novel. Really, really novel. They'd been scraping forever, and now, suddenly, they had food!
His timing was great, too. With a new baby, Jak wasn't much up on working. For a while, he just couldn't, his body dealing with complications from the pregnancy. And for a while after that, he just didn't want to. He wanted to stay at home and take care of his beautiful little girl, and wheeze her songs, and roll her around, and share his undimmed joy with anyone he came across.
Uncle Kieran's eyes became a source of fascination for the child. Her bright Highland eyes would watch him, blinking when she noticed them blinking and rolling when she noticed them rolling. She liked his wings the best. And his tongue.
|
|
|
|
Post by carcinoGeneticist on Oct 21, 2010 3:46:09 GMT -5
The arrival of an infant into the brother's lives was something Kieran had been unsure of, at first, though he'd been much more quiet about those feelings than Amhal had, initially. Now, though, there was no more worry. There was money, more of it than he wanted the others to realize (if they thought he was only bringing in a little extra at a time, he reasoned, they would be less likely to spend it all in one magnificent shot, and it could be used to keep their bellies fed while Jak was out of work). Beyond that, there was happiness.
That happiness was all Kieran needed. He felt full, lazy, warm and content. The little girl was a great source of food for him, almost as spectacular as his brother.
Of course, at this point, he'd rediscovered his sister as well. That had been quite the shocker, though it had nothing on the discovery of his father. Now, he wore the Highlander's skin draped loosely around his shoulders, the holes in the pelt where draconic wings once rose making room for Kieran's own rather magnificent spread. A spread which was getting put to fantastic use, for once. He stretched the largest wings out wide, letting all of the eyes blink down at the infant.
Treasa's spirit hung over the two of them, floating in her ethereal way. "It seems funny, doesn't it? The bloodlines coming back together like this," Some of the malice that was normally present in the ghost's voice was gone now, something the King noted with a small satisfaction.
"I suppose it does," Kieran responded absently, splaying out his odd toes and giving the girl a sudden bellyrub. His tongue snaked out of his mouth, the eye blinking to peer at Tabby before raising, searching the room for any sign of Jak himself.
~~~
Sisterly Scythes: These delicate looking, but beautifully crafted pair of weapons are very light to the touch, and mold themselves to be held by any hand, paw, or hoof shape. They are incredibly sharp and will cut through any weapon, magical or no, unless it is a summoned weapon.
Once a day, these blades can force a summoned weapon to take its living form if it has one. This more vulnerable, fleshy form, is able to receive their vicious attacks and will force them to be unsummoned if they take too much damage from the flying scythes.
These weapons have absorbed the soul of their originator, which one would suppose is fine as she was planning to stick around as a ghost anyway. She inhabits both scythes, but can choose to leave them and simply haunt her brothers instead. When she leaves the scythes, they lose their ability to cut through anything, and become "normal" weapons, lacking in any magic whatsoever. However, she must inhabit them if all of her remaining living siblings (direct) are present. (Meaning that if Amahl kills everyone, she will be forced to remain in the scythes when he wants her in them, as he would be the only one left.)
Using the scythes to their full potential will cause the owner to feel exceedingly physically weak for a full hour after using their magic, and will make the scythe spirit feel...rather strong. If the owner uses them for more than an hour at a time...there may be some unusual occurrences...
|
|
|
|
Post by The Jenn on Nov 14, 2010 14:04:14 GMT -5
Little Tabby lay flat on her side, her head craned around to stare at Uncle Kieran and her small wings fluttering uselessly behind her with her interest. One chubby, fumbling limb reached out to bat at his wing, but of course, it was far above and out of her reach. She tried anyway, making a little yipping mewl as they all blinked.
And then he attacked! With a squeal, she rolled and lurched and flailed and giggled.
Jak heard the sounds of her daughter's delight from the kitchen area and it made him just glow! When the girl cried, it broke something in his brain. But when she laughed, everything was better and perfect and right. He downed a gulp of milk, wanting to finish the jug before it spoiled, and then shuffled back towards the bedroom.
"Beauuuuutiful Tabby," he crooned as he passed the doorway, head low and split wide with a delighted grin. "You loooove your Uncle Kieran? He loves yoooou! What a princess!" And he shifted to a bipedal Highland canine form to scoop her up and swing her around, much to her enthusiastic enjoyment.
|
|
|
|
Post by carcinoGeneticist on Nov 24, 2010 2:53:15 GMT -5
Such a tiny, perfect little girl. Kieran had lived in the Heart's Court to see more than his own fair share of mutated little babies, all of whom his mother had never seemed terribly disturbed by. Even Xiven and Apocalypse's own children were more messed up than this lovely little girl, and it made something in him feel warm and happy. After all, she was born from Jakodi, and he knew that both his parents had potentially been disturbed by that child most of all.
He drummed his toes against the little girl's chest and pressed his face against hers in a very affectionately feline movement. He didn't bother turning to look at his brother when Jak entered the room, only turned some of his eyes to face him. "She is indeed a princess,[/b]" he replied with a soft chuckle. He slid back out of the way as his brother scooped her up, blind face pointed in the right direction though he didn't need to do that to see the pair of them. "When will Amhal be back? I was thinking I might take her out for a little while, just for a walk.[/b]"
|
|
|
|
Post by The Jenn on Dec 12, 2010 8:51:34 GMT -5
Jak burbled and cooed at the girl for a moment, reveling in her happiness and her wriggling. Such a pleasant child! He enjoyed her, as was obvious, just like he'd always known he would make a good Mommy.
He paused in his smothering affections for a moment to look up at his brother, tilting his head thoughtfully. The motion looked strange on Jak, as per usual, especially when he kept 'his' mouth. "Aaaaaaaaahm. Y'know. Iiiii dunno. He didn't say. I dunno where he went. He'll probably teeeell us when he gets baaaaack though. And then we'll know. I can watch the house by myself if you wanna walk with her. There's still some poop in the bathroom I need to clean up. She's a messy giiiiirl sometimes."
And he could make lunch or something too, heating up a can of beans on the stove. Kieran didn't need them and Tabby couldn't eat them, but he had to eat them for Tabby to eat. Sort of. It worked funny.
|
|
