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Post by Patchlamb on Oct 9, 2011 16:49:07 GMT -5
RatingPG-13 Rules- No deaths - Hugging, cuddling, and kissing is fine. But that's all. - At least make posts 3 sentences. Roleplayer List: Patchlamb, Suie, Luseylottay, NeonAzure 1: Patchlamb ( Aurore) 2: Luseylottay ( Maurice) 3: NeonAzure ( Alphonse) 4: Open!
The pitter-patter of small raindrops hitting the ground was becoming bothersome. Silence was best when not with another, at least by Aurore's thinking. If she was not in the company of a different being than what point in there was sound? Other than music- so long as it was classical. Sitting at the edge of an attic window with her legs carefully drawn up, Aurore stared up at the dark, starless sky. Clouds were terrible! They made the moon shy away and the stars blink out. With a sad sigh, she stuck her hand out and allowed for the rain to wet it, before brushing the hand over her head. This was as close as the little gray moth would ever come to a bath. She repeated this action a few more times, before the sprinkling turned into a harder downpour. Aurore made a face, glaring out at nothing. Why, if she were in control of the weather, she'd see to it that it was never like this, ever! Since she wasn't, though, she'd simply have to stick to sitting and waiting for the heavy drops to stop on their own. [Golly, I hope I set that up correctly! .//.] |
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Post by suie on Oct 9, 2011 17:42:34 GMT -5
Though the rain may have seemed dismal, the cold droplets were welcomed by some. The rain didn’t bother the tall locust, who was far too vibrant for the grey, dark surrounding. The verdant green of his slick carapace was resistant to the wet and cold, though the usually cotton like tufts of feathery down that would adorn his head were plastered down. If he had been a mammal one might have compared him to a wet cat.
Kadar was exhausted, but as was the bane of his species, he was far too hungry to stop his search for sustenance. Silently, with far more subtly than something his size was prone to, he wandered the cobbled streets, hunched and alone but not at all distressed. Solitude was something he had grown used to, even if he was not made for such a life.
Pausing briefly at the mouth of an alley, the large locust observed a dripping drain pipe, pouring out the water that condensed on the roof towards the sewer mouth along the pedestrian walks of the road. His damp antenna twitched for a moment before he moved forward, four long, powerful arms reached for the metal tubing before rending it apart with a telltale squeal of shredded metal. A flood of slightly dirty water poured out from the tear Kadar had created, bucketing down his front before he bent it upwards and let it wash over his face. His mouth opened, reveal the long purple tongue and rows of sharp teeth, guzzling the cold fluid as he casually pondered where he would find his next meal.
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Post by luseylottay on Oct 9, 2011 18:02:23 GMT -5
Maurice hated rain. He hated almost everything about it. It prevented him from flying, it made his wings heavy, and the stars he loved to gaze at were hidden from view. He tugged at the corner of his heavy trenchcoat, eyes darting back and forth as he looked for someplace where he could take shelter.
The alleyways were dismal, luckily he had only found a few cats hiding under boxes here and there. That just made his mood worse. When he was smaller, he could climb under a box or into a small crevice in the overhanging part of a roof and stay dry. Now, he was stuck running around completely lost, looking for someplace where he'd actually fit.
His search came to an abrupt halt when he heard an ear splitting screech. He buzzed loudly in response and covered his earholes with all four of his hands. He ran down a close by alley, only to come face to face with the source of the noise. He clicked in alarm, seeing sharp teeth and claws before anything else. It was another large something like him! But it didn't look to friendly. He tried turning to run and leave, but the mud beneath him caused him to slip, twisting his ankle on impact with the cold, wet earth.
Today was not a good day to be Maurice.
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Post by NeonAzure on Oct 9, 2011 18:55:43 GMT -5
Wet, wet, wet, cold and wet!
A little green shape fluttered from rooftop to rooftop, his delicate wings becoming too wet for extended flight. He needed to find shelter soon, before his wings became too soaked. But there was nothing green for miles in all directions and these strange rocks were slippery and wet.
Why, oh, why had he left the big green garden place?
Fluttering across a wide gap between rooftops, he came up short, hitting the edge and scrambling for something to hold. But it was too wet and he slipped off, dropping into the alley below. Thankfully, he landed in a soft pile of rotten fruit and other refuse.
Crawling out miserably, he fluttered his wet wings, now too soaked to fly and covered in rotten bits. Turning back he sniffed the rotten pile; there was still something sweet-smelling in there and he was so hungry. Hunkering down against the heavy downpour, he dug delicately through the pile, searching for that sweet-smelling thing.
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Post by Patchlamb on Oct 9, 2011 19:39:21 GMT -5
'Sleep, maybe.' thought Aurore 'Sleep, wake so rain gone.' she closed her eyes, finding it hard to even be remotely tired with all the noise. There wasn't much else to do, though, when you can't step outside without getting your fur soaked. Suddenly a terrible noised pierced the air, adding on to the roar of rain upon roof and ground. Opening her eyes, she could just barely make out a figure in the blurry darkness down in the streets. The rain did not help at all- it was hard enough to see with her poor eyesight, but having constant drizzling over her vision made it much, much worse.
Squinting, she could make out a second shape close by the first. It's movements seemed a bit more wild to her; perhaps the figure was just as distraught by the startling sound as she. Looking back into the cluttered attic, she wondered if she should investigate the sound. There was a lingering feeling that made her tense- a feeling of anxiety upon finding what could make a sound so loud and 'scratchy' as that.
Ignoring the feel of anxiety, she turned and slipped back into the dusty forgotten attic. There were boxes and trinkets lying about, antiques, and old worn quilts. Skittering over, Aurore grabbed one of the tattered quilts with a flower pattern and covered herself up with it. She was unable to tie the thick fabric so that it'd stay in place, so instead she used one of her hands to hold it. This made her looked hooded, and like a small child if one didn't look closely to notice her fur. The quilt would protect her from the rain as she carefully climbed down from the attic, nearly slipping several times despite her three able hands.
There- across the street near an ally way- stood the dark outline of the large creature who disturbed what peace she had before. Getting closer would take some time, for she had to gather courage first. So, standing there, Aurore did nothing but stare.
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Post by suie on Oct 10, 2011 20:52:17 GMT -5
Kadar's head had snapped up upon hearing and seeing the stumbling figure, his wide eyes sliding from staring up at the sky as he guzzled the spout water, towards Maurice. His tongue slid back into his mouth, slow like a fat slug slipping between jagged rocks. His lips slid back down over his teeth as he tilted his head back into it's normaly position.
His first desire was to show a display of dominance, to spread his stain glass wings and roar out his disapproval of the other large male near his watery resource. But his analytical mind; all the logic that drove him when the hunger wasn't in control, told him that there was no need to protect the resource of water, it fell from the sky more freely than he had ever witnessed in his life.
He released the broken downspout, letting the water splash over his chest again as he took a step back. He could see the other male was distressed, though he knew not why, it made him feel comfortable. He considered Maurice for a moment before stepping foward, squaring his shoulders to appear bigger than he was but making not real gesture of dominance.
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Post by luseylottay on Oct 10, 2011 21:27:44 GMT -5
For a moment, it seemed like the strange locust was going to bare his teeth and rip poor Maurice apart. Sure, Maurice was easily bigger than him, but Maurice didn't realize this yet.
He expected the monster to come at him with outstretched claws and bared fangs... But that never happened. The strange being simply puffed out his chest a little and stood up straight. Maurice's eyes widened, he knew well enough that the locust wouldn't attack if he didn't try anything fishy. But that was fine, he was just leaving anyways.
He attempted to stand, but collapsed instantly in pain. His ankle was messed up real good. He chittered sadly, he couldn't try to fly away, his wings were soaked through. He looked up at the stranger with a slightly frightened expression.
"Chchchchhhhhh..."
He fumbled through his pouch, looking for some item of peace. There was his pen... notepad... Oh!
He pulled his hand out of the pouch attached to his leg, and shakily held out a single small item.
Just a little sealed plastic tube filled with honey.
It wasn't much, but hell, if it could prevent him from becoming roadkill...
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Post by NeonAzure on Oct 10, 2011 21:50:20 GMT -5
The little green aphid had been stuffing a handful of half-rotten grapes into his little cheeks when he heard the distant screeching. Frightened, but curious, he made his way toward the sound, trying to shake the rain from his little drenched body as he went.
While scurrying through the alleyways towards the source of the disturbance, the rain grew heavier, soaking him further and weighing down his wings and curly antennas, dripping from the soft fuzzy fur of his head and cheeks. He looked like drowned green rat.
When he finally reached the source of the noise, he stopped. The first thing he noticed was the gushing rainpipe and licked his lips thirstily. Then he noticed two hazy figures through the pouring rain and his curiousity grew.
"Krrr-chchrp.."
...they looked like bugs. Not those strange hairless creatures he'd seen before...
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Post by Patchlamb on Oct 10, 2011 22:17:10 GMT -5
The quilt was quickly getting soaked through, but it was much better than standing there with no protection. She looked back at the open attic window a moment, whining, before turning to start making her way across the street. The two figures she'd first seen from the safty of the dusty space had already noticed one another, she noted. The one on the ground held something out, though she was unable to see exactly what it was. If the other creature wanted it, she would, too. For now, though, her interest was more on how much distance she needed to keep. Whatever object the thing held would have to wait till later.
Stepping slowly, Aurore was near half way from the other two- not yet noticing the aphid. She stood in the middle of the street- her anxiety from before was catching up to her as she froze in place. The three free, striped arms she had were wrapped around her shaking body, hands gripped in damp fur. Along with jitters of excitement and fear, she had chills from the icy feel of rain that was beginning to seep into the tuff of hair on her head. It was so cold- colder than her usual nights; why did she ever think leaving the cozy attic was a good idea? "Go back" seemed to hiss the rain, but she did not falter- taking a single step more in defiance.
[Hey guys- I MAY be spending the night over at a friends house so if the posting gets around to my turn, you may not get a reply til tomorrow. Didn't wanna be rude and not give you an explanation since this is a slow enough thread as it is.]
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Post by suie on Oct 12, 2011 13:10:37 GMT -5
Kadar paused in his move towards Maurice, eyes moving to stare at the small plastic tube. At first he did not understand what it was, but them he caught the fainty tangy scent of something vaguely familiar. His wet, droupy antenna sprang upright, perking high above his drenched head before he darted forward.
Without thought of pride or dignity, the locust snatched the plastic tube from Maurice and hunched down in front of him, squatting at the fallen males level as he tore excitedly at the plastic to get at the nostalgic treat within. At this proximity, with his aggressive, domineering stance lost, he seemed like a big lost child grasping desperately at straws.
(( I am so sorry for the days without posting. I've been busy with a few things on my end. I will definitely be posting more so I don't kill the thread.))
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Post by luseylottay on Oct 12, 2011 17:42:54 GMT -5
Maurice sighed in relief.
Oh, Honey, he thought, where would I be without you.
Honey, it tasted good, looked good, and managed to save his life. He looked at the locust and blinked. The poor creature seemed more hungry and childish than threatening and dangerous.
Oh that's right, he was bigger than the green bug. He was very big... Why was he always so scared? He looked up and noticed he was just barely under an awning. In pain, he moved his mass fully under it and pulled out his notepad, beginning to write. Within moments he tapped the stranger's shoulder to get him to read what Maurice had written.
"You won't attack me, right? What's your name?"
He barely noticed that the alleyway had gained two new (and very small) onlookers. A small moth was standing half into a nearby light, a small aphid still somewhat in the shadows, chittering. Maurice heard the chitter and looked up, but the rain toyed with his eyes and he clicked in response, secretly hoping it was another bug like him...
However, his focus was on the locust, not anybody else nearby. The locust was eating food he had been offered, and was big and had sharp teeth.
Maurice didn't want to turn his back and find out the thing had just been putting on a show so that he would lower his guard.
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Post by NeonAzure on Oct 12, 2011 17:59:00 GMT -5
The tiny aphid watched the figures through the rain, blinking droplets out of his eyes as he squinted through the downpour. One of the figures became smaller... oh, it was crouching down. Then the other one moved under an awning out of the rain. That seemed like a good idea. The aphid was getting soaked standing there in the rain. He flicked his wings, but they more than useless now, and chittered softly.
Something clicked back.
He stared at the figures, even more curious now. He chittered again, a bit louder, and stepped closer to the figures. Maybe they were bugs... and maybe they had food. He could smell something sweet in the moist air. That alone was enough to draw him closer.
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Post by Patchlamb on Oct 12, 2011 21:57:12 GMT -5
It seemed whatever was held out by the fallen one really was of desire- and that it was too late for her to try and get it. It bugged her that she still had no idea what it was, seeing as since her antennas were covered she couldn't smell it.
A faint noise brought her attention to the smaller of the strangers- one she'd not noticed till just now. This one didn't look so threatening in her opinion. Comparing it to the other two, it was tiny. Despite this she whined- both out of the uncomfortable feeling of being in the presents of the unfamiliar, and the cold. Aurore was beginning to desperately crave warmth again, and hopped to stand under a street light. The light wouldn't do anything for her, but its glow made her feel a little better. Having done so she had to come closer to the scene, though in her mind the lamp was worth it.
"R-r-rain dummm-b-b." she grummbled under her breath, stuttering as she shook. The quilt she used as cover grew increasingly heavy, and continued to soak her. Aurore was beginning to consider just tossing it; she'd get wet either way, and was already freezing. By now the cloth was doing her no real good.
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Post by suie on Oct 13, 2011 16:40:21 GMT -5
For a long while Kadar did not look up from the treat. His large eyes had grown heavy, half lidded as he would bob his head from right to left, smacking his lips and tongue like a dog with peanut butter stuck to the roof of it's mouth.
He seemed pleased, his long wings fluttering every so often to flick the fat droplets of water from him. He remained hunched and focused until the honey was gone. When he registered that he had been tapped he looked over at the fallen giant, his heavy gaze once again intense and focused, swivelling over ever feature until he noticed the pad Maurice held.
Tilting his head he looked down at it, wincing a bit as it had been some time since he had read last. Squinting he leaned it, registering the words 'you' 'me' and 'name' right away. It took him awhile to figure out 'attack' and 'right', but eventually he decyphered the message.
He gave out a deep, rumbling noise deep from his chest, adjusting his long frame as he turned to look back up at Maurice. It could have been a laugh, or even a growl but his face was far to devoid of emotions now to much tell. He opened his mouth to speak but began noticing the soft chirps and movements going on about them. Apparently two, male insects of their...size were like magnets.
Kadar turned his head to look about, noticing a figure in lamp light, and only half follow the chirping sounds from another direction. He felt slightly uncomfortable but was a violent, territorial enough male not to much heed his nerves. Slowly he turned back to Maurice, one brow quirked upwards as he held up a slender hand and shook it back and forth in a waving gesture.
"I was not going to attack you to begin with."
His english was thick and accented, even for European standards as he was actually from the Middle Eastern region, but it was clear and strong, easy enough to understand, though he did wonder if speaking in the common insect tongue might have been easier for this seeming mute.
"You may refer to me as......Plague"
He nearly smiled at that but held it in as he placed a hand over his chest, where the human heart would have been located, and bowed his head as a sort of greeting.
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Post by luseylottay on Oct 13, 2011 17:44:49 GMT -5
Plague had no intention of harming Maurice, there was one problem out of the way. He nodded his head in a polite response to the strange locust, managing a small smile.
"It is a pleasure, monsieur" he wrote, "I am Maurice."
He winced as he tried to move his leg so that it stretched out a little. He clicked sadly and looked out through the rain. Two figures were approaching, both of which were much too small to be humans, or at least the larger ones. He buzzed in alarm, humans meant trouble... Then one of them chittered.
Another bug.
Okay, Maurice could handle that...
The other whatever was grumbling something, and looked very VERY soaked, like a wet cat. Soon they were in range for him to see. Yes, both bugs, one was just a green aphid, the other one was a fuzzy moth, which explained why it (Maurice couldn't define Aurore's gender quite yet) looked so wet and miserable. He clicked in a nervous welcome, not knowing how Plague would respond to the newcomers.
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