Ickle Meatships!

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Hopefully no one sues me for semi-stealing the SLEEP meme format but!



ICKLE!

Think about or think back on the childhood days/younger days of your character (or your character now if they already are kids). There's a huge playroom with a mountain of toys....

Have fun, Kids! And no fightings!

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[not_the_philistine]

He murmurs his assent, scenting the air for his little friend's tormentor.

"Where is your clan? Missing, like mine?"

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee.. Ink.

::There's really no nice way to answer that. Missing? Ah, no... He just shakes his head. But, a few minutes later, the oddity seems to have a thought. Just...articulation::

Eee! Bee. Iff.

::Don't kill him for butchering you name, please?::

[not_the_philistine]

At this present stage in Goliath's development, actually, he does not have a name, so he really can't get very uppity about anyone saying it wrong.

"Bee is your clan." A pause, as he thinks - "Oh. Your kind take names. Gargoyles do not, so I do not have one, but you may tell me yours if you wish."

Said with pride, because the Gargoyle Way is so simple. When there are no names, everybody is 'friend.'

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::No names... The concept terrifies him and it shows in his steadily-paling face. And the expression of abject terror in his useless eyes. Nononono...Names...mean existence. Or so he was taught.
Chittering, the beastie clings as if to reassure that the Gargoyle does indeed exist.::

Eee?! Ow-noh? Ow-noh-ame?

::He must absolutely, must understand this. How does one live without a Name? How does one identify when one is signaled?::

[not_the_philistine]

The gargoyle gives his new friend a funny look. "No. No names. But humans have them. Neither way is so bad."

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Ow? Ow...Say?

::A chitter of frustration then. Even at this stage, he knows his English sucks::

[not_the_philistine]

"How say? How say what?"

The gargoyle thinks carefully. His new friend's Scottish Gaelic English is iffy, but he understands plenty.

"We know who we are," he says, having determined that this is a question of identification. "I know who I am. We do not need names for that."

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eeee....Ow...Ow.

::Oh, what's that word...? Head-scratch. Ear-twitch. He kind of squirms a bit, as if trying to sniff closer to face-level::

Caw?

[not_the_philistine]

"Caw?"

He thinks about this.

"Call - well -"

Well they usually look at each other, and say "you." Eye contact and body language are very important in gargoyle socialization, but these would not work for Renne . . .

"We look at each other and listen." He watches his new friend closely to see how this information strikes him.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::"look". The word is utterly and completely foreign to him. Confused, the beastie's head gives a bit of a tilt and his ears a forward flop-perk. And the big, useless eyes kind of double-blink::

Ooook?

[not_the_philistine]

"Yes. With our eyes."

. . . the little gargoyle might be questioning the perfection of his clan's system.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Aiyeee?

::Colour him confused. Literally. He's got the remnants of his plushie held tight and he's...he feels kind of safe, burrowed right now. But his head upturns and his face displays an utterly confused expression.::