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Post by tigs on Mar 30, 2006 5:18:59 GMT -7
Kyva, afraid that she'd give away her hiding spot, bit into her hand to keep herself from bursting out laughing. Loki dared to defy their father? He who could literally Crush Loki in a heartbeat if he so wished? What a fool! Perhaps their mother hadn't been as intellectual as the well-known Siyaebi. She had been guaranteed strength, intellect, and beauty from the start. These misfits seemed to be lacking in at least one of those categories... sometimes two, hell, sometimes all three.
She noticed that Vash had relaxed against her leg and frowned slightly. Why should he trust her? She could as soon shove him out into the waiting view of his vicious brother as keep him hidden. But she wouldn't, because when it came down to it, she much preferred Vash over Loki. He had potential, but would even she be able to bring him up to par? It was a curious thought, one she'd bring up with him later. He wasn't getting anywhere fast, and she had her ways... fear, yes, she instilled that, but she also knew how to rise one's anger to the point of rage. It was a gift.
As he hid behind her she literally placed her face into her palm, shaking her head. She was tempted to put him back in his previous spot, but now was not the time to bother with that. Let him be frightened for now. It only made Kyva more proud that his roar instilled joy into her, while others cowered. This was not to say that she could defy him- no, her coy intellect knew that she would be a fool to so much as roll her eyes at him, nevermind glare or growl.
Speaking of which, she eagerly drummed her fingers against her thigh, waiting to see what his punishment would be. Would Jiaro show him the error of his ways? She hoped so. 'Maul him...' She half whispered, the words barely forming on her lips. He deserved it, he had it coming, and tonight had started to become so dissapointing. Her body seemed to go stock still, except for a haughty sigh at the immature display from her dead brother. He didn't matter now though, but she made sure to keep tabs on his location.
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Post by Vyn on Mar 30, 2006 15:48:41 GMT -7
Zoku flicked his leonine tail silently, glaring with cold distaste at those presently below him. He had begun to slink through the branches, his long slender frame enabling him to move without much noise, his eyes always poised upon Kaejalin, the kitten trailing blood from his wounds.
Foolish.
And then Seth leapt down, surely to steal Jalin's interest. Elongated ears flicked backward, crushing against his skull. Oh well. There were others of more importance waiting...but he'd keep his nose attuned to the scent of Kaejalin's blood nevertheless.
Swiftly he twisted in the trees, thankful to possess a feline's grace as he contorted and turned back, rushing through the branches like a ghost until he reached his destination.
Without hesitation he leapt from the high branches, landing elegantly on the earthen floor, not even an 'oomph' escaping his maw. Slowly he stretched his tail, the length of it had been pressed to his side, hiding the skeleton clatter or bones which now rang through the night. The sound would surely alert Jiaro to his presence, but he had come for Kyva and not his father's recognition.
No. Zoku wanted to create his own legacy. He did not need Jiaro's acceptance for that, nor did he feel the need to compete with him. Nevertheless, he had a respect for his elder sister which had brought him to her now.
"Protecting the weak now, dear sister?" He grinned with charming cruelty, sliding easily from animal to human and stretching his handsome boyish frame. He didn't have the same raw power as his siblings did, his Lapine form gave him too much sleek cunning for that. He was built for sneaking, and it showed in his human body as well as it did in his natural one. "It's not like you." Smug, but amused, it was simply the playful teasing of siblings. Zoku meant no insults, something that anyone as close to him as Kyva could recognize in his easy grin.
Kaejalin wasn't moving very well, though his slender body kept him moving at a decent pace nonetheless. That is, until a grotesque form rose before him and Kaejalin was forced to stop his flight. Seth. It was this Puppet who had set him on his cause, though Seth probably knew nothing of this.
Long tail flicked slightly at the tip, painful anxiety showing in his every movement. Blood caked his side and he could feel Seth's eyes studying him again and again. "Hello Seth. Watching?" His words were terse, but not cold. He enjoyed Seth's company, regardless of how displeasing he might be to the eye.
However, to Jalin's pleasure, his words were free of the pain he felt in his body and were not broken by winces or soft groans. He would not show weakness, even if blood loss drove him unconscious.
A cruel grin twisted onto Jiaro's muzzle as Kaejalin turned and ran for his life. At least the disrespectful brat had the intelligence to listen. However, this distraction did not mean that Jiaro missed his other child's impudence.
Flashing his soulless gaze back toward Loki, Jiaro let a low and threatening growl leave his dark muzzle. For a moment he didn't move, paws tense with his claws flexing visibly. He wanted to smash the brat upside the head. How dare he defy him? He was a god, and this boy...he was just a sadistic brat.
However, Jiaro steadied his paw, his demonic grin deepening into displeasure with a dark sort of amusement. Good. If the boy just barely took orders from him, than he would not take them from others.
"Keep in mind, Loki. Son or not. I will kill you if you every disobey me." Jiaro's voice lacked compassion in all senses, there was no hint of fatherly affection, though parental discipline was quite evident. He would allow no disobedience from his offspring, it was not a risk he was willing to take.
It was so easy to pass on his power. To turn children into monsters with just the right combination. Jiaro loved it, and was wary of it. He had killed his parents for power, but he would not give his own offspring the chance to do such a thing. He'd rather kill them while they were small, than risk fighting them away from his throne once they were grown.
Children like Seth and Jalin were of no true threat to him. Puppeteers and Puppets. Lowly things, though both had potential to be worlds more. Seth was nothing more than a Puppet given strength by his hate, and Jalin was determined to become stronger...to fight for a 'noble' cause. It was nearly enough to make him laugh.
Even with amusement running in his head, the cold God watched his son steadily, waiting for him to make another attempt at defiance.
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Post by tigs on Mar 30, 2006 16:12:44 GMT -7
The brilliant brush of ebony announced the arrival of the brother whose location she'd been scanning for a while now. His attitude was nothing new to her, and whereas some might misinterpret what he said as being defiantly snobbish, she knew better indeed. She'd started too many fights over this attitude to not have figured it out by now that he meant little to nothing by it. Now it was soothing and amusing more than anything else. If anything she could always count on Zoku's cynical wit.
"Well, to be honest, I'm amused by the thought that I could turn him into something to be intimidated by." She shrugged casually, a soft smirk. Her eyes scanned, curious to his reaction, but her explanation had been just that- an explanation. The slow confident smirk was the one she almost always wore around him. Whether it was her secret expression of enjoyment or just a mask she put on for him, she didn't yet know.
"I don't do things without good reason, brother. Especially not things like... that." Slight distaste was announced in the last of her sentence, for she really wasn't that enthusiastic about it at the moment. Right now he was pathetic and cowardly, it was the promise of change which reminded her of her flickering anticipation. Her eyes had shifted from her brother to her father, Zoku was one of the extreme few who she trusted to take her eyes off of when in such close proximity. Time and trials had built up somewhat of a bond, she supposed.
Delicious! The threats were music to her ears... that idiotic little cub needed a sharp awakening. Abuse would have been much welcomed, but she could tell her father was not yet near being given enough incentive to do so. Pity. She really held distaste for that attitude, though it showed he'd not be pushed around by another, he didn't have the power to have that attitude yet. There was a time and an age to develop that thinking, that egocentric confidence. This was something she'd found long ago. And even then, to be honest, when she was an adult and had come fully into her powers, she knew she'd still have some semblance of respect for Jiaro, because he had allowed her in at this age, she found that strange demented tie of family. How peculiar indeed.
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Post by Kitty Love on Mar 30, 2006 16:33:43 GMT -7
At the threat of punishment, Loki stiffened, yet didn't yield his position. he'd been bopped around by his 'loving' mother one to many times for, not only reaching and exceeding her limits of patience, but ducking or attempting to escape what he'd earned, the latter generally just got him worse punishment. One of the phrases she used often with him, as she tended to repeat things, was 'If you can't take it, don't dish it out.' He thoroughly deserved a good thwack, and was thoroughly surprised when he didn't get one. He'd learned Jiaro's limit, and would keep that in mind.
His form relaxed when his father began to speak, coaxing his ears forward once more and bringing that grin back to his muzzle. He rose back up onto all four paws and arched his back, hopping once at the dark God before him before dropping to his side in the dirt, batting a clawed paw at the air surrounding him with all the innocence and playful intent a cub should have. however, he by no means expected his antics to be reciprocated.
Vash however, found a sudden streak of courage at the approach of another. his tufted tail came to life, brushing against against Kyva's ankle's as it did. He even found it suitable to rise to all four paws and come halfway out from behind her, allowing a soft, defensive growl to rise from his throat.
However, at the 'pleasantries' between the two he laid down near her feet, tail tip still twitching every now and again as he eyed Xoku.
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Post by tigs on Mar 30, 2006 16:49:10 GMT -7
A little attack do-... cat, how cute. She supressed a chuckle and gave Zoku dark, humoured eyes. Oh yes, he was already finding his spine, just when she was being approached? Apparently her minor decision to help him discover his potential was worth a lot more than she'd initially thought. Well, if things went as she hoped they would, perhaps she'd have a future bodyguard. Then again, would She really need one? No, but if it gave him a sense of purpose and repayment, then she could aknowledge and accept it.
Loki hadn't learned anything, that much was obvious. And his simple-minded attempt at making a 'cute' display in front of her father was just... embarassing to be honest. Not only was he a fool, but there seemed to be something a little off in his mind. She wondered how long his antics would carry on before Jiaro removed something... well, perhaps removing body parts for personal decoration was more her thing as well as that of her siblings.
Her mother never punished her, in fact, she hardly talked to her. She seemed to be one who was more into the experience of making a child rather than having it and teaching it. She had her motherly moments, but she was far more committed to pleasing Jiaro. Not that she blamed her, it was this surprising devotion which had her so high in society. Not to mention, her mother had a bit of a nasty streak not common for Smog types. Then again, she was also the first patchwork, and all patchworks had little quirks, it seemed. Her mother was a fine example of that, but she hid it under a careful attitude inherited from being around Jiaro so much.
She was actually a perfect mix of both, she had Jiaro's common ruthless heartlessness, but her mother's coy... strangeness. The strangeness was muted and hard to pick up on, but it was there. It was starting to come out in how she acted around certain Euclides... for one- she didn't want to kill them, and for another, they actually seemed Interesting. Perhaps that was all part of growing up and realizing that you didn't Have to kill everyone, and that there were compatible companions even for Euclides like... herself.
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Post by silverdust on Mar 30, 2006 17:11:15 GMT -7
Seth gave a shrug, eyes flicking away from the wound to meet his half-brother's gaze. They narrowed in the same speculation he had given the gash, with a strange piercing intellect that went beyond his puppet rank.
"Yes," he answered simply. While his siblings bothered with pouring their scorn and arrogance into every word and phrase, except for the Director brother who bare spoke at all, he had no use for such. Unless he was addressing them, but there seldom came a time when they crossed company of their own accord.
He wasn't going to say that the Puppeteer put up a good fight, because he didn't honestly. Even though his whole family saw him as another blemish upon their bloodline, he inherited as much as they in terms of intelligence and rationality, among other things, but he did not often display them. It was better they think he was a petty child for now, easier for them to ignore him. Kaejalin seemed to have inherited his own weakness, that emotion that delusioned him to the care of his family, only his manifested in the desire to protect. Seth had made the mistake of holding on to that shred of humanity, but no longer, at least he liked to think. To tell Kaejalin to sever those bonds, well, that was something that the Figment would have to do on his own.
He gestured to the wound in an offhanded way. His brother's determination not to show weakness was as admirable as his, and Xavidje's to an extent, but coming from a lifetime disguising hurt and shame, the signs were easy to pick-up, for him at least.
"You're going to pass out from bloodloss," he stated matter-of-factly. "I can take you to someone who can help."
It wasn't necessarily a plea of concern, but rather a neutral offer. His motives behind it were as enigmatic's as even perhaps Jiarokumo's intervention, but it mattered not to him whatever Kaejalin's were. After all, he would lose nothing, just extending a cool courtesy that he had never been given.
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Post by tigs on Apr 1, 2006 10:31:33 GMT -7
The sounds of conversation off to her right brought Kyva's mind away from all the other many events that she'd been concentrating on. So, that sniveling pathetic weakling had found a companion? Oh they'd get along well indeed! They were both idiots, though one was more spineless than the other... no pun intended. Both looked like they'd gotten into a fight with a lawnmower and lost, as well. Kyva snickered behind a paw, training her ears onto what that little whelp was saying to the one who'd gone against Loki.
So he would save the one who had basically forfeited his own life? Such a fool, he embarassed her so. She flattened her ears to her head and glanced back at Zoku, indicating that if he hadn't heard, she'd tell him later what she'd managed to overhear. Curious still to see her father's reaction, she turned her attention back on him in case she'd missed anything. The spine along her back tickled the top of her lower back and sent a small chill up her... intact spine. These things were so lovely. She smiled fondly at the bones on her brother's tail, and slightly wished she'd taken more from that feeble creatre who even now was slinking away into the darkness with his cowardly companion.
Her farther seemed to be going soft in his old, fatherly years. She should know better though than to think such things, she did strange things like that as well, but she had deeper meanings than could initially be discovered. Surely this was a trait she'd inherited from him. One of the many.
"I'm being overwhelmed by idiocy." She said to her brother, rolling her eyes and shifing her weight as she silently counted out the stupid things done in such a short span of time, by a certain few idiotic siblings. It made a contradiction of emotions, on one side she knew it would make things easier for her to stay on top, which was most pleasing, and on another it was depressing to know she somehow shared any sort of likeness with these bumbling mistakes.
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Post by Vyn on Apr 3, 2006 22:24:04 GMT -7
Zoku stood in silence for a moment, observing his sister and the Puppeteer at her feet as he toyed absently with the bones that had previous adorned his tail and which he now tied into his messy ebony hair. Gloves of bone still adorned his legs and his left ear still bared the claw earring he had claimed from his brother's paw. Zoku took great pride in his prizes; his skeletal trophies for assisting in the vicious murder of that foolish Puppet.
The young Puppet Master returned from his thoughts to the sound of his sister's new 'pet' growling defensively. "It appears your personality is already warping your new pet, dear sister." He was smiling now, talking as if Vash didn't exist on a level he would bother to speak to. "Of course not." He yawned as if bored with their current surroundings and the drama unfolding around him. Yet, despite his bored outer appearance, he was quite intrigued. "I couldn't imagine my vicious sister being generous for no good reason."
However, Zoku's attention was abruptly stolen by a strange sight in the clearing where Loki and Jiaro stood. ...Was Loki rolling around like a kitten? An even better question, was he trying to charm their father with...cutenss?
Jiarokumo's hollow eyes clearly reflected a mix of surprise and horror at th sight of his Pandemonium son rolling about like a domesticated kitten, but the expression soon shifted into incredulous amusement. This was exactly why he had chosen that lovely insanity for his Cast, their genetics were so...amusing. Not to mention, that the volatile nature of Insanities made quite a deadly mix when coupled with Annihilation and therefore gave Jiaro quite this ridiculously spiky batch of kittens. Jiaro couldn't help the malicious grin upon his dark muzzle as he watched his son, cruel thoughts of crushing the kitten here and now dancing into his head before the large Annihilation male burst into wicked laughter.
"Tiketsibi has given me quite the estranged litter."
The words were muttered in careless amusement as Jiaro lifted a paw and 'playfully' bat at Loki. However, though the motion was lazy and Loki could possibly avoid it, there was a lot of force behind the simple action and Loki would probably be rolling across the clearing if he didn't get out of the way quick enough.
Kaejalin watched Seth stare him up and down, studying him with the same distaste as everyone else. Even with his Puppet's body torn apart by his siblings, he had yet to give up that stubborn Annihilation pride. It was obvious in the way he studied his wounded half brother, in the callous distance he kept for himself. The Figment/Annihilation mix sighed and flicked his tail, he knew what Seth was thinking. That he'd been a fool, especially that he had allowed his emotions to so blatantly blind him.
It was something he'd have to change, and hopefully he could do so without severing his ability to care for others.
Having his life saved or not, he still knew better. Jiaro's actions were not out of pity. Jiaro's actions were almost entirely self motivated and Seth was proof enough that he cared very little about his offspring. Undoubtedly, he had saved Kaejalin in an effort to keep his Script Writer from leaving her place in his Cast. After all, Daevi would not take well to having her only son slaughtered under Jiaro's watchful eye. She was too fickle about being chained to a Cast as it was. Or, perhaps he had misunderstood Jiaro's efforts. Jalin would probably never know.
Seth's words brought him back to reality, and Jalin was glad to for that. His thoughts were becoming muddled, hard to hold onto. "Thank you." His words escaped in a low murmur, uncaring if he was being watched or heard. Somewhere in the distance he heard Zoku but he turned his head away from the thought of his odd older brother.
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Post by silverdust on Apr 4, 2006 7:46:13 GMT -7
Sethe could hear Kyva's words, Zoku's words, almost as well as he felt their scorn. Well then, let them, more specifically her for she seemed the more dramatic in her disgust, writhe in their loathing. I'm a bane to them by even surviving their mutilation. Let me shame them in anyway I can. He could almost hear the click of his spinal cord as Kyva shifted. He wished he knew a word stronger than bitch.
The figment boy was mulling over his words, himself. He could bother to read what he was thinking if he cared enough. But the fact of the matter was that blood was not going to stop flowing upon its own accord. The simple 'thank you' was a brand, even to him. His Annihilation heritage did not take well to kindness, nor did the pride built up on so many years of hatred.
Seth's eyes flicked to the bushed between him and his siblings, the shadows between him and his father. Dear Zar, was that cub playing with Jiarokumo? For once he held the same though as his direct brood upon that matter. But that was none of his concern anymore.
"How well can you walk?"
Not very, his mind supplied for him, but he would give the puppeteer the option should he need to preserve his pride. He gave his hlaf-sibling a bitter smile. "I'm afraid she is quite far, her soul string calls from a distance. I am not of a rank that I can draw her here."
It wasn't as if he were completely alone in this world. He had allies, some of them powerful, all of them useful in their own ways. His family was not the only place that one had to go for power or acceptance.
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Post by Vyn on Apr 4, 2006 8:00:39 GMT -7
Kaejalin eyed his half brother quietly and without emotion, he was drained..exhausted. He'd pass out from blood loss if he wasn't careful, Sethe was right about that. To the question supplied to him, Jalin nodded slowly.
"Well enough." His words were terse, but focused. He wouldn't allow himself to babble senselessly, attempting to take comfort from the flow of speech. He was hurt and it was his fault, Sethe should not be forced to bare his incoherency because of it. "I can handle some distance if needed, some help is better than none at all."
And if he fainted along the way, so be it.
His allies were few and far between. After all, it was hard to be a Crusader in a world of demons. The young Music/Masquerade was closest to him, though he had a good eye for all things morbid...including the way Kaejalin tortured himself for the sake of others.
However, he couldn't stand there brooding for much longer. He could feel the air stinging against his cut, feel the exhaustion seeping into his bones as his body worked to heal itself. Kaejalin wanted to sleep, but he knew better. He kept his eyes alert, kept focused on Sethe, waiting for the broken Puppet to lead the way.
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Post by Kitty Love on Apr 4, 2006 16:37:44 GMT -7
Loki was surprised at the laughter and... twitched at it, velvet lined auditories flicking forward. He hadn't expected any sort of amusement from the dark brute before him, but when he got it it only encouraged him more. Instead of dodging the paw, he scooted himself quickly foreword and latched hold of it, kicking at it with his hind paws and biting it as well, making damn sure he didn't manage to cut his father, or get to rough, he didn't think that that would go over well. A playful growl rose from his throat as that spikey tail of his came to life once more.
Funny how similar this was to Tiketsibi's first encounter with Jiaro, only she hadn't gotten into a scuffle with.. .well... anyone. She'd busied herself speaking to gravestones.
Vash curled his tail almost possessively around Kyva's ankle, watching Zoku carefully. He didn't mind as they spoke like he didn't exist, but he'd make his presence known if need be. He rested his head upon her other foot, a soft purr being emitted. |
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Post by silverdust on Apr 4, 2006 19:29:47 GMT -7
Well enough? He doubted that, but pride and a tinge of respect stopped him from mothering over it. Mentally, he judged the distance between the soulstring calling. It was...a walk to say the least. And he couldn't dawdle here much longer, or the life Jiarokumo had bothered to save would be quite a waste, and he would be short a Script Writer, perhaps.
The boy was fighting to stay awake, he could see that. With somewhat of a sigh he pushed aginst the wound, roughly semi-closing the flow with his own mangled flesh. It wasn't much of a barrier but it kept the blood in and the wind out, and Kaejalin needed the support. The siblings were much too concerned in their own squabbling to pay them any attention so far, but he could imagine their reaction. It brough a sardonic smirk to his features.
"Come then," he started at a slow pace, taking in the damaged state of his half-brother. The boy seemed to have the will to make it to theatre they were heading toward, and if he passed out, well...
He supposed he would have to carry him then. Better that than risk any further interaction with Jiarokumo's cast.
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Post by Vyn on Apr 4, 2006 20:30:17 GMT -7
Jiarokumo may have been (mostly) heartless, sadistic and quick to enrage at best...but that didn't mean he lacked a sense of humor. What pathetic life he would've lead if he simply stomped around being angry and sexing up all the lovely ladies. Sure, there was great amusement in the mauling of the helpless, but that wasn't the extent of his humor.
As amusing as Loki's actions were, Jiaro knew that they were controlled, cautious. The boy would not risk taking his game too far. Even an accidental scratch might be hard to come by. Loki knew his place in Jiaro's company and that was how it should be. Of course, Jiaro did not expect that Loki would go so far as to submit to any other Euclide, Puppet Master or not...and that was also to Jiaro's pleasure.
He would not have his spawn submitting to the whims of others. Never.
However, Loki was still latched onto his paw and chewing in his careful way. As another chuckle left his maw, Jiaro flicked his paw slightly, aiming to dislodge the clinging kitten. Once more a bit more power than was needed was thrown into the movement.
Bad habits die hard after all.
A sharp hiss of pain left Kaejalin's muzzle as he felt Sethe press up against him. Eyes closing for a moment, he steadied himself against the wave of vertigo and then finally opened his eyes once more. Hollow gaze lingered upon Sethe, curious as to why the mangled Puppet bothered to assist him though he didn't go so far as to question his help.
With a small nod to Sethe's words, Jalin began to pace himself at the Puppet's side. For now, he could keep himself upright and conscious without too much tax upon his young body, but he wasn't sure how long he could hold up this reckless stunt.
Hopefully long enough to get to whatever help Sethe was currently offering.
The sound which had once caught Kyva's attention now summoned up Zoku's and the cynical Puppet Master absently tilted his head toward the sound. Human ears trained themselves upon the soft voices of two he had passed by earlier. Puppet and Puppeteer: the broken doll was trying to hold the wounded Puppeteer together.
So touching...and yet the voices brought a bitter taste to his mouth, a slow frown touching the lips of the sadistic Puppet Master.
How dare Sethe waltz in and steal away Zoku's plaything? Kaejalin was his to bend and break, no one else's. He would've even challenged Loki if it meant keeping his Crusader brother alive. Of course, a small part of Zoku was thankful that Sethe had intervened before Zoku could go to Jalin.
Kyva would've heard him speak with Kaejalin had he approached the kitten instead of Sethe, and that meant that he could've risked shattering Kyva's high opinion of him. That was something he could not compromise...and so he could at least take silent comfort in Sethe's support.
Or he could be the snot out of them both once he was free of prying eyes and inquisitive ears.
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Post by tigs on Apr 5, 2006 5:37:22 GMT -7
Shifting her weight, she looked down at the possessive hold on her leg. Narrowing her eyes, she made sure he understood that having a guard kitten was fine and interesting, but she would not be some posession of anyones, nor a mother or any other figure who is attached to or reliant on anyone else. She was amused by how Zoku pretended he didn't exist, she had rather imagined he'd be upset by that little growl. It had now turned to a purr which brought a surprised laugh from her throat. "Perhaps it is rubbing off on him... but only a little." She shook her head and smirked, never had she purred, and she didn't see it happening anytime soon.
She was somewhat ashamed of her father. Playing with that fool. He wanted to be better than Jiaro, anyone who had half a brain could see this, and he had little respect for the Annihilation god, as he'd demonstrated over and over again. Perhaps her father was in denial? Or perhaps he was trying to act weaker than he was, so that Loki would underestimate him when the time came. Hopefully that was it. She'd not aknowledge herself as the daughter of Jiaro, defeated by his own son. Loki had the strength and the foolish boldness, but he lacked the intellect to use it properly, this gave her hope. She shouldn't have had to ever worry about Jiaro being outclassed... and yet here he was, playing with a kitten who had just previously dared to defy him.
She didn't know how much shame she could handle in one day. But it was best not to jump to conclusions, it would be irritating to have to forsake another member of her family. The undead one was enough for now, and he deserved what he'd gotten. "Zoku... I think I should speak my opinions in a more private setting. Do you tire of this scene as much as I?" With all this pent-up frustration, she rather wouldn't mind destroying someone in an oblivion of death, either.
Casting a glance down at her new pet, she gave him the silent notification that he was welcome to join them if they so wished... and if he knew how to keep his mouth shut. She'd not have Jiaro knowing her doubts, because if she was wrong and this play was all part of some master plan, she be in trouble indeed. She felt the hormonal twist of a lady coming into her age, and revelled in the feeling. Age was a fun thing to flaunt about at his younger offspring, because her age spoke of the power she'd aquired and the time spent getting into Jiaro's good graces. He hated to be egocentric, but she was a favoured child of his, and with good reason.
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Post by silverdust on Apr 5, 2006 6:33:27 GMT -7
He could read the question in the Puppeteer's eyes, but until the boy was lucid he wouldn't bother to answer. Might not answer then, even, for some part of him didn't know exactly why he was helping the self-fashioned crusader. But best not let his mind wander so far, they needed to leave. Not only for the severity of his sibling's wound, but also because he could feel Kyva and Zoku's straying interest. He had his ways of avoiding his stronger siblings, his way of dealing with them. Kaejalin would not factor well in them.
'Where are you?' he tugged at the soul-string. 'On my way...'
An image of a theatre facade with steps spiralling down, down into the abyss flashed in his mind. Enakaejir's theatre. He supposed it was lucky that she was there, probably helping the alchemist in one of his more complicated rituals. That theatre was perhaps the only one he was truly welcome in. They had exited the park and now headed down the main streets, and Sethe kept a careful eye over his shoulder, just in case those two decided they wanted more fun.
"Can you manage steps or will I have to carry you?" the questions seemed random, but at least that way he could keep the puppeteer awake. They were nearly there now, he could vaguely pick out the theatre's guardian gargoyle jutted against a streetlamp.
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