A Morning in the Life of Kythax
It was relatively early when Kythax naturally found herself emerging from the sweet depths of sleep. She lay there a moment, listening to the steady breathing of her teammates. After a few moments of wrestling with the idea of going back to sleep, the young Avyloci finally opened one deep black eye and glanced at the dimmed clock that sat on a near by table. Technically it was late, but for their usual wake up time, it was early.
Finally sitting up with some difficulty, Kythax ran a hand through her long feathered hair. Rubbing her eyes, she payed no mind to her obviously disheveled appearance, after all, the others wouldn't look so different when they awoke. She knew she probably smelled a lot like Keonrain too, for his was the bed she'd slept in last night. Not with Keonrain though. See, Keonrain had the rather annoying habit of going to bed early, then choosing the wrong bed by mistake (though he always claimed that he thought it was his). By the time Kythax had gotten back to her bed after staying up way too late, again, Keon was already curled up peacefully under her covers. Too tired to protest, she simply took the empty bed.
Now she stood up, swaying slightly, unsure if she was awake or whether she was still sleeping. She rolled her shoulders to work out any kinks, she'd managed to sleep on her wing the wrong way, so it was a little stiff and sore. She made a mental note to ask Mikaleus for something to relieve the small ache later. The room was still dark and Kythax looked back at the others, each sleeping in their own bed that jutted from the wall in such a way that it gave the impression of bunks. All of them were occupied except for Keonrain's and her own. Keon was always the first to go to bed, but he was always the first to rise.
With zombie-like, shuffling steps, Kythax slowly made her way through the dimly lit halls, her feet making no sound on the cold metal floor. She wrinkled her nose when she vaguely remembered that she'd forgotten to put on her boots before she'd walked out. Didn't matter, there was no way she was turning back now, she'd deal with the cold floors sapping her precious body heat. It took only a minute or two and several twists or turns, but finally she made her way out into a large circular room, still rubbing her eyes. In one corner was a spacious and modern kitchen, beside that was a set of couches and beanbags, all facing in a semi-circle around a large T.V, installed with the latest Jezzec and Human movies and shows. The room seemed all but empty and Kythax currently wasn't in a state of mind to notice. Monotonously she chose a piece of bread and placed it in the toaster that doubled as a microwave and oven (though they had several of these so multitasking was an option).
Almost immediately, however, she spied her latest project lying in several pieces around a beanbag. She usually worked in her own private lab on the ship, however, just as often she brought out her work if it was small enough so that she could be apart of the team. This one in particular was a Destractor, a little machine inspired by Harry Potter. If she could work it right, the little machine should run away from the person and begin making noise and light, enough to distract pursuers. At the moment, however, she was having issues with the tracking system. The system should stop the device from running back to it's creator by accident which would be highly counter-productive. With slow steps she moved over to the beanbag and slumped down heavily. She picked up the device and began to fiddle with it absently, waiting for her mind to awaken and begin to function like it should.
Kythax then seemed to loose track of time, almost sure she went to sleep for a while but couldn't quite be sure. She was awoken at the arrival of Keonrain who seemed a little more awake than she was.
"Morning, Dub." He greeted her quietly, using one of her common nicknames. Kythax tried to reply but found that her mouth was not yet functioning quite the way she wanted it to, all she managed was a quiet grunt. Chuckling to himself, Keon pretended to shake his head in disapproval as he held up the long cold piece of toast she'd forgotten. Oops.
"Be quiet." She grumbled at him irritably, but Keon could tell she wasn't being serious.
"I didn't say anything." He retorted simply, putting the toast in his own mouth with a crunch, then putting on another for her. Kythax felt her heart warm a little at this, despite the fact that the two of them could butt heads a lot, he was still pretty nice overall.
"You like it? It's nearly finished." Keon asked casually, showing her one of the woodcarvings he'd been working on recently. Kythax squinted needlessly, all Avyloci had excellent sight and she could easily make out the fine details on the wooden creature. It was a miniature Superman, a character Keon had taken a great liking to. The little figure's perfectly muscled arms were placed firmly on its hips and its cape seemed suspended in a non existent breeze. Overall, it was almost lifelike. Almost.
"You've carved his eyes too large." She pointed out with a small smile. Keonrain turned the figure toward him and assessed it, a little frown came over his face. Before he could reply, however, another walked into the room.
Anjay's hair was as disheveled as Dub's if not more so. Black and bright purple strands stuck out in all directions and her large wings trailed lazily behind her back. She mumbled something that sounded like a 'hello', but Kythax couldn't be sure as the older girl slumped down beside her.
"Aceisdoinsomethingtomika." Anjay mumbled and Kythax couldn't stop a smile.
"I didn't get any of that." She replied, feeling comparatively more awake than her friend.
"I said, I'm pretty sure Ace is drawing something stupid on Mika's face while he sleeps." Anjay replied, taking a little while to get the words out as she struggled against sleep. Keonrain and Kythax groaned in unison.
"Didn't you do something to stop him?" Key asked. He might have sounded exasperated, but Kythax knew this occurrence wasn't a surprising one. Anjay blinked at her, as if she genuinely hadn't thought of that. Dub couldn't blame her though, only a few minutes ago, she'd been very much the same.
"ACCELERATE! GET BACK HERE!" Mikaleus split the relative silence of the room, his voice still sounded thick with sleep. Kythax winced, and both the girls stumbled to their feet. They all knew the drill. It didn't take long before Accelerate came skipping out of the corridor, giggling to himself gleefully. As he reached the others, he paused and gave a bow,
"What a lovely morning!" He commented cheekily before glancing over his shoulder. His eyes widened a little and he skipped out of harms range as Mikaleus came stumbling uncoordinatedly through the door. The feathers on his head stood on end to create a green and yellow ruff that expressed his anger.
"Accelerate. Dammit, could you not just let me sleep for one morning?"
"Awww! But Mika, you'd never get up at all if I didn't do something!" Ace replied innocently from where he now stood, taking shelter behind Kythax who was sorely tempted to move out of the way.
"Accelerate that was cruel. Let the guy sleep." Keonrain scolded him sternly. Before Accelerate could reply and stir up things more, Keon grabbed his arm and firmly led him away. Anjay grabbed Mika's arm before the healer could retaliate.
"Come on, I'll help you get cleaned up, then you can go back to bed." She told him soothingly, though it was clear she was trying not to laugh.
Kythax was only able to restrain herself until the two of them had left the room before she couldn't hold back her laughter. Of all the things Accelerate could have drawn, he chosen to draw '2 FABULOUS 4 THIS WORLD' with bright silver metallic marker over the healer's midnight face, then apparently played 'connect the dots' with his freckle-like markings.
Kythax wiped the tears from her eyes as the laughter finally faded. After all that, they hadn't even had breakfast yet.