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[Azudia] A Christmas Curse

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Title: AWC: A Christmas Curse
Number: 381
Date: Dec 14, 2008 at 2:46 AM
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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 2:46 AM

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 4:20 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

Have a holly jolly Christmas! It’s the best time of the yea-

CLICK.

Iiii’m dreaming of a whiiiite Christma-

CLICK.

Dashing through the snow, on a one horse open sl-

“ARGH!!” CLICK!

I see a red door and I want to paint it blaa-aack.

“That’s more like it.” the woman muttered, tossing the remote on the coffee table as she leaned back on the sofa. Nearly every channel on the TV was showing feel-good Holiday movies, so it was impossible to find something decent to watch. Then the radio wasn’t much better. All Holly wanted to do was listen to something, anything that wasn’t all this stupid good-cheer, happy holidays nonsense. At this rate she was going to stab a steak knife through her ears.

“I’m home! Oh, there’s a package!” a cheerful, older voice chimed over the music as she entered the house. Several bags were in her hands as well as a fairly large box left by the mail carrier. Holly got up from her seat to take the box out of the old woman’s hands and set it down on the kitchen table.

“What time did you leave this morning? I came downstairs at the crack of dawn for a cup of coffee and you weren’t here. It’s almost time for dinner.” Holly asked, eying all of those bags.

“Well, sweetie, if you want to get the best items for the best deals you have to be the first one there!” the woman replied. She deposited her bags in the chairs, taking a box cutter from one of the junk drawers to cut open the box. There was a squeel! Out of the box she pulled a fairly large Christmas rug. “It came! My that shipping was so fast! Look, won’t it look lovely under the tree?”

Holly blinked at the thing. “…It looks forty years old. Where the hell did you get that thing, Nancy?”

“I was looking on eBay for holiday gifts, and it was such a great deal! I had to have it! Here, sweetie. You got set it up under the tree and I’ll get dinner started. Your Uncle Kevin should be home any minute, and you know how he hates his Taters being under cooked!” Nancy thrust the rug in to Holly’s arms and bustled away in to the kitchen!

…Holly looked at the rug with her nose curled up in distaste. She was tempted to throw it out the back door, but obediently carried it over to the fireplace where she unrolled it on the floor. It looked wretched! The edges were a bit frayed, and the designs on it were over the top, even for a holiday rug. Holly kicked the corner of it. Of all the stupid things Nancy had to order.

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 5:08 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=854]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot had a rather rude awakening when someone rudely dropped him – well, rudely dropped the rug. He had fallen asleep at some point during… shipping. It was incredible, but not being able to breathe had been almost a blessing or else he wouldn’t have survived – packages have it rougher than he thought.

//I will freeze all her accounts and take away all her mobiles for this…!//

Elliot wasn’t quite yet accustomed to his new ‘situation,’ but he was quite aware when carried in from the cold into some building. Great, he had been sold on ebay. The MORE the reason to push that wretch into dire poverty! And forty years old?! What in Hell did that mean?

Whomever the creature bestowed with such bad taste was, she unrolled him somewhere and unceremoniously kicked him as well. A slight vibration of anger swept over the rug. The kicked corner stretched its ONLY SLIGHTLY TATTERED edges straight, taking every offense while at it!

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 5:28 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly didn’t seem to notice any movement on the rug as she walked right over it to kneel next to the Christmas tree. How was she supposed to get the rug under it? The tree was loaded down with ornaments and candy canes. It’d take two people to move it! Blowing her hair out of her face, she plopped down to have a seat, resting her hands behind her.

Blinking she glanced down. “Jesus, did they even clean this thing before they shiped it?” she muttered, running her fingers over it to check the damages. “She better not have paid more than ten bucks for you, buddy. I doubt you’re even antique.”

“What’s not antique, now?” asked an older gentleman. Holly hadn’t even heard him coming home. He hung up his coat and scarf before walking over to the fireplace and blinking down curiously at her.

Holly shrugged, pointing down at the Christmas rug she was still sitting on. “Aunt Nancy found this old thing on eBay.”

Leaning, over the old man grinned! “Ah, a rug for the tree, eh? I always did like getting used things. They have more character.” he pat Holly on the head before heading towards the kitchen. “You make that tree look nice and pretty for us!”

Holly rolled her eyes, looking back at the tree as she tilt her head. She had already explained to Aunt Nancy and Uncle Keven that she wanted nothing to do with Christmas this year. Yet, they dragged everything out of the attic and practically threw her in to it.

“This is so stupid.” she mumbled to herself.

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 5:42 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=854]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot was quite unsettled by the ‘news.’ He was a CHRISTMAS rug?! Of all the corny things – Adelaide was going to get it! A weight sat heavily on him. He calculated the Christmas tree plus presents was going to weigh as much, if not the same. He again took great offense – of course he was worthy more than ten bucks! At least the guy that walked in seemed to be a sensible person – but he wasn’t the one sitting on him. Elliot would be frowning by now. This was very stupid and unsettling, but he firmly refused to freak out. He was going to get back to being himself – somehow. First than anything, he needed to escape from this happy campers! He decided to stay quiet and wait for a chance to escape…

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 5:50 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

As much as she would have preferred to chuck tree and rug in to the fireplace, Holly finally got up and rearranged everything. First she had to slide the tree over more in to the corner. Then she had to pickup a few of the gift boxes and set them aside. Finally she grabbed the rug and drug it over, dropping it where she needed it and occasionally kicking the curled up edges back in to place. For a moment or two she thought the rug was being difficult out of spite.

Pulling the tree on to the rug and arranging the presents back where they belonged, Holly took a step back to admire the handy work. It looked… beautiful. There was a brief sad look across her face, before she scowled and stalked to the back door. Holly needed some fresh air.

Opening up the door, she stopped. “Nancy, Kevin..! I’m going to step outside for a minute and grab a couple logs for the fireplace. I’ll be right back!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 6:02 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=854]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

The rug WAS being difficult out of spite! Why, the woman couldn’t talk for 30 seconds without saying something offensive! When she finally stopped tugging, stomping and piling things on him, she suddenly announced she was leaving and a gust of cold air washed over him. Good. There was a door open somewhere. The rug shook slightly -these things were heavy! However he managed to levitate a good three inches from the floor before hoovering ever so slowly towards the cold air source… If she didn’t notice him, he could sweep past her, off and away!

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 6:19 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly turned back around to step outside… and blinked. Three times. That Christmas rug was hovering over the floor with a tree and presents on top, inching it’s way for the door. She was in such a state of shock and confusion that the rug actually managed to float across the living room and right outside before it occurred to her that the rug was actually stealing Christmas!

Remember the fiasco of last Christmas and that accident with Santa, there was no way in hell Holly was going to get blamed for something else! Dashing out the door, she chased after the rug before it got too far and stomped on it’s corner to keep it in place.

“Where do you think you’re going?! …Jesus I’m talking to a rug!” Holly leaned to grab it’s edges and drag everything back inside befo-

Holly!” squealed the voice of Aunt Nancy, Holly groaned!

“It’s NOT what it looks like! This stupid rug was taking off by itself! Look at it!”

Aunt Nancy stepped outside looking incredibly concerned, Uncle Kevin appearing behind her scratching his head. “Holly, sweetie, it’s a rug. Why on earth are you taking everything outside?”

Holly dropped the edge of the rug to rest her hands on her hips. “Well I don’t know, Nancy. I thought the birds and critters needed a little Christmas cheer too!” she said sarcastically. That… really didn’t help her look any less crazy. The look on their faces said as much. “I told you, it was flying off by itself. I was trying to grab it before it got away.”

Aunt Nancy stopped beside her niece, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Sweetie, I know this time of year is hard for you. Did you take those anxiety pills the doctor gave you? Let’s go inside and I’ll give you a nice mug of hot chocolate while Uncle Kevin takes everything back inside.”

With a sigh Holly let herself be led away, but not without casting that rug one hell of a glare.

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 6:34 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

The Christmas tree was shaking dangerously through their tug-o-war but Elliot managed not to drop it. DARN he almost made it! Elliot dropped himself to the ground as soon as the rest of the campers appeared and feigned being… a rug. And she was stepping on him AGAIN. He was so going to sue her later!

SO, the rug offender was on some sort of happy pills? Elliot could not really point and snicker, he had been on anti-stress pills a couple of times, himself. He guessed that was a good cover for him anyway – she was just seeing things. He was just an innocent and old, dirty, frayed, stupid etcetera, etc. rug. Elliot tapped the ground with one his corners while the people spoke. Surely the old man could not wrap him up around everything and carry the bulk back inside. He was going to have to take things in groups at a time. As soon as he’d go back in with the first batch, Elliot would be flying away!

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 7:00 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

Unfortunately (for the rug!), wrapping up the edges of the carpet around the presents and tree was exactly what Uncle Kevin did! For an old man, he still had a pretty strong back! He hefted everything up with one grunt and carted it back in to the house. His foot kicked the door closed behind him, as Kevin waltzed back to the living room. Kneeling by the fireplace, he set everything down carefully. Smoothing the rug back over the floor, righting the presents where they belongs, and adjusting the branches on the tree.

Uncle Kevin was giving the tree an appreciative nod as his wife and Holly returned to the room. Nancy had a tray of mugs with some of her delicious fresh baked cookies. Holly had another one of those scowls on her face. Kevin picked up a mug and had a seat in his old chair, gracing them with his usual cheerful old man smile.

“Isn’t it nice, sitting by the fire and having some hot chocolate with family? I remember when you and Noel used to sit in here writing your letters to Santa and arguing over who got to use the red crayon and who got the green.”

Holly found herself a place on the floor near the fireplace, swallowing the pills Aunt Nancy handed her, and occasionally casting that rug a suspicious stare. It wasn’t doing anything now. “Nice day for a fire.” she muttered in to her mug.

Aunt Nancy shook her head at Uncle Kevin! Couldn’t the silly man see this wasn’t a good time to bring up the family? “So Holly…! We’re so glad you decided to take off work this week! Christmas just wouldn’t be the same.”

“Shouldn’t dinner be ready by now?” mentioned Holly, setting down her mug and getting up from the floor. She escaped pretty quick in to the kitchen.

Uncle Kevin was scratching his head again. “She’s getting a bit worse, doncha think? Maybe we should take her to see that fancy psychiatrist.”

Aunt Nancy just threw one of her snowman pillows at him. “You goon! It’s only the second holiday without her family, she’s bound to be a little depressed. …Just in case, you better lock the doors. Heaven knows what she was doing with that rug and tree!”

Husband and Wife left to have dinner!

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 7:17 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

The rug wasn’t doing anything asides of bristling with anger! At least the old man was considerably more careful than the Witch of the West. Elliot was forced to just sit there and listen to them. He was quite upset and wishing he could just wrap around someone and suffocate them to death! -Someone- was going to pay dearly for this, starting with Adelaide Graham Smith! What else did the brat want – she had more money to spend in her useless existence than any of her spoiled friends! And a mother to educate her, too! Why, he didn’t even have a mother and he turned out quite well, she ought to have it a lot nicer!

Elliot stretched out a little and tapped one of his tassels on the floor on his far side from their voices, frustratedly. He guessed nobody was going to notice – or want to notice anyway. He still couldn’t ‘see’ anything, but he was starting to be aware of shapes, like elusive shadows. This was better, but it worried him… Was he sinking deep into whatever this was?

Trying not to brood, he just listened to the happy campers. Maybe the Witch of the West had moved out of the West leaving her family there? No wonder they didn’t tag along! Elliot tapped the tassel again, frustrated.

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 7:29 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

Dinner went by with simple conversation and without any incidents. Aunt Nancy chatted about her day shopping. All the crazies that got a little weird trying to get Christmas presents last minute. Uncle Kevin bragged about his greenhouse doing really well, and having fresh vegetables all season long. Holly muttered some things about work and her internship going well.

After dinner she helped Nancy wash the dishes and put up the left overs. Uncle Kevin went on to bed early with Nancy close behind. Holly plopped on the sofa, snatching up the remote control and flipping through the channels. She finally rested on some cooking show before she was dozing off. Those blasted pills never did a damned thing about her mood, but they always made her sleepy! Some medication! The rug had been forgotten for the time being!

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 7:41 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

The TV chattered on, but low enough to inform Elliot the two older campers were gone to bed and the Witch of the West was very quiet for a long time, now. Maybe she was asleep. Elliot wrapped deftly one tasseled corner around the Christmas tree’s cable and unplugged it. No reaction he could hear so far. Ever so silently, the rug rose two, three inches, then one foot from the floor and began hoovering his way out of the living room, using his tassels like antennae to find his way around…

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 7:51 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

Holly was having some interesting dreams about gingerbread men jumping in to vats of frying oil when she heard a soft jingle. Ignoring it at first, she rolled over on the sofa. Another jingle and a ting! Thinking Uncle Kevin was sneaking downstairs for a snack, Holly sat up and rubbed her head. Damned stuff, she felt a little grog- Holly blinked. The Christmas tree was missing.

…No there it was. On top of the rug, hovering around the room a few inches off the floor. Holly moved up to her knees, peeking over the back of the sofa to watch. It just… kept moving! Like it was looking for something! ‘Probably for another open door out.’

“Why are you escaping? Rugs aren’t supposed to move.” she said, loud enough for the rug to hear, but not to alert Aunt Nancy or Uncle Kevin that anything weird was happening. Not that she expected the rug to talk back. …Actually, she wasn’t sure what she expected. It was a flying Christmas rug. Maybe she really was losing it.

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 7:56 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Startled Elliot almost dropped one of the presents! The Witch’s voice was not moving though and she was perhaps dying in fright. Hopefully she’d stay away from him! The Christmas tree shook a little – evil people, why couldn’t they use fake bells like everyone else! Jinglejingle went the tree as the rug hovered round a corner and found the kitchen door. He tried to push it open…

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 8:06 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

The rug flat out ignored her, which made sense seeing as it was a rug and shouldn’t have been doing what it was doing, anyway. Holly slowly got up from the sofa following at a safe distance to get a good look at what the rug was up to. Apparently it was trying to use it’s tassels to pry open the kitchen door. A lot of good that would do. The door was locked.

Holly rubbed her head again. They say madness comes in small spurts and instances. Was this the start? Flying rugs and stolen Christmas trees?

“Frankly, I could care less if you wanted to ruin my Christmas. I don’t care for it anyway. But I’d rather not have my aunt and uncle freaking out and having me committed.” Holly muttered softly, sneaking up behind the rug and getting a good grip on it. She dragged it back towards the living room fireplace.

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 8:11 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot was not elated at being dragged back; he gave a firm, warning tug and shook the tree menacingly! By now he had found the kitchen door had a lock – who puts locks in kitchen doors! He rolled the presents towards the center and swatted at the woman’s hands with his tassels!

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 8:31 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

“Ow! You sonofab-!” The damned thing swatted her with a tassel! She had let go clicky to rub her hand, but like hell she was going to lose a fight with a rug!

“Get back in the corner!” she hissed, grabbing the thing again and yanking! The tree gave a dangerous tilt. Holly released the rug to right the tree back up again before it came toppling down on her!

A light from the hall flicked on. “Sweetie, are you still aw-…ake.” Once again Aunt Nancy had to walk in on a scene that looked a whole lot worse than what it was!

“Nancy, don’t you dare. I am telling you this rug is possessed and trying to steal the tree!”

“Dear, dear me…” Obviously Nancy didn’t believe it as she shook her head sadly. “Let’s get you to bed.” Taking Holly by the arms, she just nodded and smiled at the girls protests about the rug. Holly’s angry voice carried rather well through the house as she still complained, but after a few moments it was silent again.

Aunt Nancy returned downstairs with Uncle Kevin, tut-tuting about her niece. “I think she was trying to drag it all outside again.”

Uncle Kevin picked up the tree and took it on over to the corner while Nancy was gathering up the gifts. “I kept telling you this was a bad idea. All three of them died before Christmas, I really don’t think we should make such a big deal about it.”

“But it’s Christmas! Holly always loved Christmas.” pouted Aunt Nancy. With the gifts placed under the tree, she moved back over to the rug. She sighed! “She really has it out for this poor thing. I better lay it in front of the fireplace.” Picking up the rug, Nancy moved it just where she said. Laying it out all nice and pretty in front of the warm fire.

Having the living room straight (again) they went on to bed.

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 8:46 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot landed quick and softly when the older woman appeared – it was just lucky he hadn’t been hovering higher! However now he was back in the living room, set in front of the fireplace… yes, right there like a hearth rug – and most likely he was going to get sparks on him just like a hearth rug, too!

//Crazy people…// He at least could appreciate the care the older people took with the Christmas tree and his poor, cramped self. Then it dawned on him – they were forcing Christmas down the throat of the Witch of the West. They didn’t need Christmas, they needed a bucket of water!

Elliot flicked a tassel as they left him there. So it seems the relatives hadn’t remained in the West, but apparently died. Maybe that is how she turned into the Witch. Well, he was a rug – he guessed he could sympathize and sue her for a slightly less amount. Elliot waited till they all left again.

There must be a basement or some place with a window or if he could shake the tree off and try to slip under a door… Elliot laid there, listening.

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 9:01 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

Morning came all too slowly for a stationary rug. But at the crack of dawn, there was the sounds of someone waking. A shower. Footsteps. Holly was awake bright and early, already dressed.

Of course the first thing she did was march over to the fireplace and STOMP on the rug! Jump! Jump! STOMP! Hearing footsteps herself, Holly stopped her stomping, pretending to toss a fresh log in the fireplace to restart the fire.

“Morning, Nancy. I was wondering… do you remember who you bought the rug from?” Holly asked evenly.

Aunt Nancy looked a bit exasperated about the rug being brought up again, but shrugged her shoulders in good humor. “Oh… adelaide345 or something like that. You could check the computer. Um… Why do you ask, sweetie?”

Holly was already moving to the computer and dropping in to the chair to check. “I’m sending that rug back.”

“Oh Holly! Really? It’s such a pretty thing, though.” Oh dear. Holly really did have it out for the rug. But… maybe letting her send it back was better for her health.

Rolling her eyes, Holly pulled up Aunt Nancy’s eBay account and checked the recent purchases. ‘Old Stupid Christmas Rug’… that must be it. “Account deleted? C’mon!” she complained at the screen. It figures! Whomever had the rug last must have known it had a demon in it, and got rid of it. Well, Holly Roberts knew there was more than one way to return a package! Up she went finding the packing box the rug came in. Ah ha! An address! Peeling it off the box, she threw on her coat and brushed past Nancy to grab up the rug.

“I’ll be back after I drop off the rug. …Nancy stop looking at me that way. I promise. I’m just dropping it off and I’ll be right back.” before Aunt Nancy could argue, Holly already had the rug rolled up and under her arms as she dashed out the door!

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 9:08 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Just as he suspected, Adelaide had hoped to get rid of him for good! Elliot was so angry – first at being stomped on, and now at the news about what his stepsister had further done. Just as they were out of the door, he just couldn’t wait till she dropped him into the car; the wriggled with all his might to get out of her arms and fly away!

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 10:20 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

Holly drug the carpet out to the car. She could feel the little bastard tugging, pulling, and trying to escape! If she weren’t afraid it’d come flying back like some dog wanting scraps she’d be happy to let it go! But, nu-uh. Holly was going to make sure it was sent back where it came from, or she was going to destroy it trying!

Swinging open the trunk, Holly jammed the carpet inside giving it a good kick back in there when it tried to fly off, then slammed the trunk down on top of it!

Hrmph. Plopping in to the driver’s seat, Holly checked the address on the shipping lable before driving out.

The drive didn’t take long and Holly finally pulled up in front of a small house nicely situated near the main town area. Pocketing her keys, she grabbed the rug from out of the trunk (not forgetting to threaten it a few times when it squirmed) and trudged up the front steps to the door. She knocked.

After a moment the door opened with an old lady wearing a pink bathrobe and fuzzy slippers. “‘ello?”

“Ma’am, my aunt bought a rug sent from this address and I’d like to give it back. I don’t want a refund, this rug is just, well we don’t want it.” said Holly.

“Uh, I ain’t sold no rugs to anybody.” replied the old lady, giving Holly and the rug an odd look.

Damnit. Did she get the wrong address? Holly leaned back to check the house number, and down at the paper again. This was exactly where it came from. “Are you sure? Is there anyone in the house that uses eBay or had an account named adelaide345? …Would you LIKE a new rug? You could have it for free.”

The woman was backing away slowly. “No.. No, we don’t want any rugs!” With that she slammed the door, followed by the sound of bolted locks.

“Well shit.” Holly mumbled. It didn’t seem like the woman was lying, so that meant the Seller really didn’t want any send-backs and put down a fake address. That meant doing a little investigating. …Thankfully this was just the thing they did over at The Chronicle. Holly marched back to the car. “Alright, so that isn’t where you belong. But you just wait. I’m going to find who sold you and I’m going to stuff you down their throat.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 10:29 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot was dizzied and a little disoriented after all the beating – the Witch was a crazy savage taking her frustrations out on the passerby! He stayed still just for the sake of finding out – well great, Adelaide gave a fake address. As soon as they were back near the car so the Witch stopped to stow him somewhere, the rug slipped out of her grip and wrapped around her head as tight as he could, flailing those tassels too!

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 10:37 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

Holly nearly made it back to the car before the rug decided to brutally attack her! She tried to scream, but it was wrapped so tightly around her head, it muffled the sound. Using nails and all, she tried to pry it off, but an unlucky misstep on the sidewalk over an icy patch slipped her to the ground with a loud very painful THUD!

On the bright side, the rug kept her from cracking her head wide open on the concrete, but that didn’t spare the rest of her body from feeling the hurt. Holly decided to play dead. Maybe the stupid thing would let go… and frankly she wasn’t sure yet if she weren’t paralyzed!

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 11:00 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

The fall did hurt a little – the Witch as expected, had a very thick skull. Elliot basked in victory till he realized the Witch was not moving anymore. Maybe they had fallen in a pond and he hadn’t realized?

Slowly, the rug unwrapped halfway and tickled Holly’s nose with its tassels, very persistently, making sure that wouldn’t be visible to possible passerby… Of course he wasn’t worried, he just wanted to know if the world was a safer place for rugs and small children…

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 11:23 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

Holly stayed still for a good several moments until that tickling of her nose was too much to bare. Her nose twitched and she brushed the tasseled edge away from her face. At least she could move. Pushing herself up on to her elbows and then sitting up right, she groaned. Her back might not have been broken, but she hurt like hell!

“Are you alright?” a familiar voice asked.

Holly blinked up to see her bosses’ boss. The big boss of them all, Kendal Davidson! Well, this was a great way to impress the higher-ups. Sprawled out on the sidewalk with a rug wrapped around your neck like a scarf! “M-Ms. Davidson! Uh, yeah… I just slipped on the ice.”

A raised eyebrow from the woman as she eyed Holly carefully. “Looks more like he’s trying to strangle you. If you’re trying to jump in to investigative reporting, cursed rugs aren’t the best way to start.”

“No it’s nothing like tha-” Holly paused, looking surprised, “Cursed rugs?” raising her hand she pointed at the rug around her neck. “This one?”

Ms. Davidson pinched the bridge of her nose, looking at bit annoyed and maybe a little stressed, but from what it wasn’t clear. “Here’s a word of advice. People get cursed for a reason, and if they’re going to smother you in public, yes I saw that, then they probably deserved it.” Shrugged her shoulders, she already started down the street. “Do yourself a favor and donate him to charity. He’d learn some humility.”

“Wait, him?!” Holly scrambled to her feet (well as quick as she could between wincing and owing), but when she stood… Ms. Davidson was already gone. That was fast. People said Kendal Davidson was weird, but jeeze.

“…What am I supposed to do with a cursed murderous male rug?!” she shouted!

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Elliot would rather go after the other lady, she didn’t seem any more polite but at least she seemed to know something! He guessed that was a more effective -witch- maybe. The rug slipped off Holly and slid away to try and find the other witch!

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 11:39 PM

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Donate the rug to charity, there was an idea. The rug had let her loose and was drifting away. Holly was going to let it, until she released it was heading in Ms. Davidson’s direction.

“No!!” Holly lept after the rug, practically crash landing on top of it. It wasn’t graceful, it probably looked crazy as hell, but it couldn’t leave! “That’s the BIG boss! I swear to god if you get me fired I’m going to KILL you!!” Getting a good grip on the thing, Holly intended to drag it back in to the car. She’ll have to take it home, and call up the newspaper from there.

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 11:43 PM

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Elliot flailed violently when she landed on him like pro-wrestler – wasn’t she trying to get rid of him or what? Elliot wrapped around her like a wet towel; he was angry, confused, exhausted and fed up with the abuse! That other woman seemed helpful and he was going to FIND that other woman!

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 11:56 PM

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“Argh..! Crazy bastard..!!” Wrestling with the rug wasn’t getting either of them very far. But as long as it wasn’t on her head, Holly stumbled over to the car. Keeping a grip on the rug as it tried to murder her, she fumbled to get the driver’s side door open, climbed in and slammed the door.

“HA!” was all she could squeak out, breathing heavily from the fight. For a rug, it – he? – was pretty damned strong. It didn’t help that her whole body was aching from that tumble. Holly rest her head on the steering wheel while she worked on prying the stupid rug loose.

“If you don’t get the hell off me, instead of taking you back where you came from, I’m going to send you to Siberia!” Holly hissed!

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Azul Morag – Dec 15, 2008 at 12:08 AM

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Elliot didn’t let go at all; he kept his grip with all the anger and frustration he was experiencing! In fact, he was so mad something new happened, just like when the rug became able to move and to fly; his emotions and his state of mind flowed into Holly’s mind faintly at first, then more definite and stronger but still wordless, like a voiceless language. He was mad at her of course, he was FED UP with the abuse, he was frustrated and he didn’t want to be a rug! He also thought her aunt and uncle were WAY more sensible people! And he just wanted to find the other woman before things got worse for him!

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Divinatas – Dec 15, 2008 at 12:22 AM

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How disturbing! Holly froze stiff for a moment, not quite sure if she were hearing voices, being poked, or simply stepping over threshold in to crazytown! She sure was getting tired of being called crazy, and hearing it from a rug wasn’t making it better.

Forcing herself to relax, including refraining from trying to pry it away, pluck out it’s threads and pull it’s tassels, Holly took in a deep breath. A long breath.

“Ms. Davidson said I should donate you to charity, because a cursed rug is cursed for a reason. After you tried to steal my aunt and uncle’s holiday and tried to murder me, it sounds like a grand idea. Frankly, you’re pretty damned violet for a rug and ~I~ don’t like the abuse! I don’t even know why I’m bothering to try and find where you came from, you’re making me look like some sort of maniac!” After all what was more crazy than sitting in your car arguing with a rug?

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Azul Morag – Dec 15, 2008 at 12:37 AM

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Wait, the Witch of the West could hear him? Elliot froze for an instant and loosened his grip a little. He glimpsed the slightest hope for him – after all, she was a crazy witch but maybe – just maybe – she could be a useful witch! He tried to explain about his sister and his name but somehow words didn’t seem to go through. So he ended up trying to project on her mind a LARGE image of the main building of Syrius Standard Oil Corporation, why it was almost as well-known as the Chrysler building, that ought to give her a good hint!

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Divinatas – Dec 15, 2008 at 12:49 AM

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“Huh?” she said flatly. Trying to figure out what she was hearing… seeing… sensing? Screw it, figure out what she was thinking, was… confusing. First of all, he gave off such a sense of pompous ego about whatever it was he (well the rug was definitely a HE) was trying to show her, that she had to stop herself from rolling her eyes and snorting.

Deciding he’d likely try to murder her again to soothe a bruised ego, Holly decided not to mention that she hadn’t recognized the building right off the bat. It did look like one of those near the Chronicle building in the downtown area. At least it was a place to start.

Argh the time…! Holly sighed! “Alright, alright. But I can’t go right this minute. I have to get back home before Aunt Nancy calls the cops on me.” she muttered, with little humor. “I can get the phone number and address there, anyway. Now will you get off me.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 15, 2008 at 12:58 AM

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Elliot was a bit startled at the request. He hadn’t realized he was still wrapped around her in a desperate grip – calling upon the shreds of his dignity now that he was at least more than just a rug he slithered to the next seat and after some tries he could at least partially roll up. He kept his tassels handy just in case she decided to just grab him and thwack the world around her with his poor self -again. Well, he wasn’t thrilled at the idea of going back to Syrius Standard Oil Corp. looking like this. He could wait. He just let her know that!

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Divinatas – Dec 15, 2008 at 1:19 AM

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Well then! This was more like it! …sort of. At least she wasn’t being squeezed like a python’s prey. Holly pulled the keys out of her pocket and sent them on their way back to the house. The ride went in silence, mostly as Holly tried to process these new little details of information. At least if Ms. Davidson saw the rug and said it was cursed, that meant Holly wasn’t loosing her mind. Convincing Aunt Nancy and Uncle Kevin wasn’t going to be easy.

When she finally parked the car at the house and stepped out, (this time at least trying to be somewhat considerate of the rug’s feelings if not so much his…er… body.) she decided it was better not to bring up the gritty details. “Nancy, I’m back.”

“Thank goodness! Holly, I was really starting to worr- Oooh! You changed your mind and brought it back! How wonderful!” cooed Aunt Nancy, bustling up from her seat looking far too pleased with herself.

“Uh, no. It was just the wrong address. I’m gonna see if I can dig up the correct one tonight and take him – IT – over in the morning.” Holly carried the rug over to the tree and set him down. “In the meantime I’m starving. I ran out before breakfast. Is there any of that deli stuff left?”

“Go ahead and make yourself a sandwich sweetie! There’s plenty!” Aunt Nancy replied, shooing Holly off in to the kitchen. Nancy was overjoyed to see the rub back, and was already unrolling it out to replace it back under the tree with all the presents arranged nice and neat. “You’re a good luck charm aren’t you, you adorable little thing!”

Holly returned taking a bite out of a sandwich in her hands, and looked startled! She swallowed before calmly speaking. “Uh… Nancy, isn’t it just a waste to set everything back up on the rug when I’m going to take it again in the morning?” …Holly wasn’t too sure if the rug wouldn’t get up and try to fly away with everything again.

“Don’t be silly, sweetie. It only takes a moment to move the tree.” replied Nancy, getting up to bustle back to the kitchen. “Oh! I invited a guest over for dinner tonight, so you better change out of those clothes! What where you doing this morning, rolling around on the ice?”

“…you’d be surprised.” muttered Holly.

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Azul Morag – Dec 15, 2008 at 1:30 AM

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Elliot was kind of snoozing and the lady stretching him out woke him up. He almost swatted her with his tassels but just on time realized this was the aunt, not the Witch of the West. However the aunt was determined to put him back under the tree and there was not much he could do about it without giving away his… disturbing paranormal properties. Elliot sighed inwardly. He never thought he’d ever be under some woman’s Christmas tree.

“You’re a good luck charm aren’t you, you adorable little thing!” Went the lady. Elliot didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cry. He just laid there, listening. Again loaded with a tree and presents, Elliot wondered what sort of guests witches have to dinner…

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Divinatas – Dec 15, 2008 at 2:18 AM

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A finished sandwich and a fresh change of clothes later, Holly returned. She was just about to sit down at the computer for a little rug-research when the doorbell rang. Grumbling under her breath she got up again to answer the door, but Aunt Nancy nearly flew out of the kitchen and beat her to it.

“You made it! I’m so glad. Holly will be thrilled!” commented Aunt Nancy as she let in her guest.

Thrilled wasn’t quite the right word. Holly thought nauseated was a better description. Holly put on her best fake-smile. That one you knew damn well was fake, but it was a smile so you couldn’t say anything about it. “Aunt Nancy, what are you trying to pull?”

The man stepped in, not seeming to be phased by Holly’s fake smile at all. He pulled her in for a hug as well as a kiss on the cheek, before tugging her over towards the sofa. “C’mon now, don’t you have a better greeting for your favorite guy in the world?”

Holly dropped her smile, for the more honest groan of disgust and look of distaste. She dropped on to the sofa, visions of hanging Nancy from a tree dancing through her head. “Don’t you have someone else’s life to make miserable, Lance?”

“Oh, Holly. It’s almost Christmas, it’s the season of forgiveness, good deeds… Reconnecting with loved ones...” Aunt Nancy hinted. If Holly could shoot mind daggers with a look, poor Aunt Nancy would’ve been speared to a wall. Wisely, the old woman excused herself saying that she needed to go pickup Uncle Kevin, leaving Holly alone with the man.

Lance had already made himself comfortable, sitting on the sofa next to Holly and draping an arm over her shoulder as if he owned the place. “I was pretty surprised when Nancy called. I mean, after you set me on fire last ye-”

“I didn’t set you on fire. Only a moron is going to lean over a table of lit candles with a plastic beard on.” Dumbass. She wished she HAD done it on purpose.

“No, no. It’s okay. I don’t hold a grudge. You know, I’ve been thinking about us a lot lately. Why don’t you come be my secretary at the Puget Times? We could work together again.”

“I already have a job.” What a jerk! That was a crystal clear offer for “office bitch” if she’s ever heard one!

Lance laughed! “You mean that weird-news rag? We’ve just got a tip-off that some oil tycoon might be missing. Those bozos at The Chronicle would likely write it up as some alien abductions or pirate curses. That’s not real news. …Unless… You actually believe that nonsense?” he started laughing harder! “Boy, you’ve just jumped right off the crazy cliff, didn’t you!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 15, 2008 at 2:36 AM

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So the Witch of the West had set some poor sod on fire – that was news. Elliot lazily listened, stretching a little under the Christmas tree. The guy seemed confident he had to admit, to be hitting on someone able to set people on fire not to mention smack them against furniture and stomp on them, too. Elliot wasn’t surprised about the ‘rag news’ newspaper, since Holly had said the other witch could get her fired (sort of). Maybe he was actually lucky to have landed there. He also mentioned a missing oil tycoon – well, hopefully not many were disappearing nowadays; he hoped Holly would relate that with the building he showed her earlier… However this visitor very obviously had some holiday agenda and the witch wasn’t happy. He could tell that much. The visitor was laughing. Elliot didn’t really have any saying here, but for some reason he was angry again. His tassels flicked and in an instant, he was fully awake.

The Christmas tree wasn’t plugged yet, the aunt had unpluggled it when she replaced the rug beneath it. Elliot wished the loudmouthed guy would leave. He was distracting the Witch from more important things, like finding out how to break this stupid curse! Elliot was scowling – well, he would be! The Christmas tree lit for a couple of seconds, then the lights went off again, dying out with a creepy hiss…

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Divinatas – Dec 15, 2008 at 2:57 AM

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Holly was three seconds away from planting her elbow in Lance’s face. Then the tree’s lights flickered. She paused giving it a curious look. Lance seemed to be doing the same thing. “Well, Lance. You’ve gone and pissed off my rug. I guess it’s time for you to leave.”

“Your rug?” Lance smirked. Okay, so the tree wasn’t plugged in. There were battery operated lights these days. “I swear, Holly, ever since your Dad and brother blew themselves up, you’ve jus-”

CRACK! That was the sound of her fist smashing in to his nose!

“Ow, shit!” said Holly, shaking her hand. She might’ve broken her own knuckles in the process, but boy was it worth it! Lance was howling in pain holding his now bleeding nose, and cursing up a storm!

“Fucking Christ! Crazy bi-ARGH!” Lance hadn’t been able to growl another word as Holly at snatched up the firepoker from the hearth and was poking him in the rear! Herding him out of the living room and through the front door like she was moving cattle, she poked, prodded and thwacked him until he stumbled out the door.

“AND IF YOU COME BACK, I’LL REALLY SET YOU ON FIRE, YOU SLIMY SACK OF STUPID!” she screamed and slammed the door!

Holly stomped back to the living room, replacing the firepoker. She dropped to the floor in front of the fireplace and rest her head on her knees. …jackass! Holly couldn’t care less what anyone thought of her, but he didn’t have to go talking about her family like that..!

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Azul Morag – Dec 15, 2008 at 3:12 AM

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In entirely different circumstances, Elliot would have laughed insanely at the whole whooping scene, but he wasn’t amused this time. He wasn’t one of the youngest CEOs in the country for nothing (despite he yes, inherited the company, being the CEO was another story). His mind automatically made some connections. The witch hates Christmas season, the old relatives mentioned her closer family died during Christmas season and now the new piece of information added a more dramatic twist. He couldn’t blame her for being a witch (but again, he had accepted that fact without blaming her for it!). She set the guy on fire intentionally or not, but those blows to the personality were definitely intended. However, why was HE the cursed one? She seemed to have a curse, herself.

Now she was just sitting there. Elliot didn’t have much to say, but he expressed the wish she would do the same to his step sister, picturing her a crazy and greedy brat. She could smile or not, but at least he was safe under the tree!

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Divinatas – Dec 15, 2008 at 3:45 AM

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Holly had forgotten she wasn’t alone. She sat up brushing the tears from her face with annoyance and flicking them at the fire. It’s not like a rug could see her cry anyway, so it didn’t matter.

“You shouldn’t think about your sister that way. One day she may not be there anymore.” she muttered. A long silence followed again. This wasn’t what she wanted to be thinking about at the moment. There was a rug to send home, after all? Holly was up and on her feet, moving slowly across the room. A vague sound of a pill bottle being shaken, as she returned with a glass of water and sat back down at the computer.

“I’ll just find that building. We can go there in the morning.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 15, 2008 at 3:54 AM

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She is not my sister, he could have replied – well, if he could. It was strange, put that way… but Elliot had never said it aloud anyway – it wasn’t necessary. He didn’t even know the girl, let alone her mother and all they had ever required was cash. That ought to suffice, it always had – if the girl would have just left him alone this wouldn’t have happened in the first place. Way to call a stranger a sister; a girl that turned him into a rug and sold him on Ebay, then deleted her account.

However he didn’t have a way to say that to Holly, and what was the use anyway? Elliot had to admit the ferocity of her reaction had impressed him. He had no one to be so protective about, not since his father died. The old man was strange, but they were strange in the same way. Come to think about it, he had only been alone after his father died.

Great, now -he- was depressed. He heard the tickling of the pills. They were in the same room, but they both were alone nonetheless.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 4:03 AM

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The silence was only interrupted by the faint tapping of Holly’s fingers on the computer keyboard. For a moment she paused to pop two of those pills in her mouth and take a sip of the water. That’s what they were for, right? Those moments she was diving in to bad-thoughts so deeply that her chest was starting to hurt.

First she pulled up a directory of Elswen. Focused on the main city area. There was a nice picture of the skyline. It took a few moments to find a picture at the right angle, but she found the name of the building the rug projected at her.

“Syrius Standard Oil…?” she muttered softly and cast a look over at the rug. Wouldn’t he rather project his actual HOME or something? Family? Google searching the company, Holly dug up some more about the building and it’s business. Hitting the print button, the info and the address printed out on a few sheets of paper. Once they were finished, Holly took them over to the fireplace and sat down next to the tree and rug.

Holly lay the papers out on the floor, though she wasn’t entirely sure the rug could see anything. It’s not like rugs had eyes. Her chest was still aching, enough for her to pause a moment trying to breathe.

She had a thought… Lance was cracking some joke about a missing oil tycoon. The rug wouldn’t be related to that would he?

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 4:15 AM

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Elliot didn’t hear her when she muttered the name of the company; he was too busy brooding. He only noticed when she sat near him and heard the rustling of paper. He still couldn’t see anything, only and very faintly perceive large shapes around him. Elliot flicked his tassels slightly, feeling as flat as he actually was. He waited for her to speak.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 4:31 AM

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Releasing a slow breath, she got that hurt in her chest under control. Holly picked up the first of the papers.

“Did you work for Syrius Oil?” Holly asked, reading over the papers. They didn’t exactly have an employee name and address on them. Just a little history about the company and it’s top CEOs. “I need a name or something… I don’t think I’ll get a lot of results there showing up with a rug and asking ‘Anyone know this rug?’ Why didn’t you show me your house or family’s home?”

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 4:38 AM

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Elliot flapped his tassels angrily at the ‘anyone know this rug?’ joke. YES, the company’s building his practically his home, he tried to stress. He tried to transmit words, but that still wasn’t working… He tapped the floor, feeling impatient and frustrated… He thought harder.

Elliot tried to figure out what to show… He tried his step sister again. She still came across as a crazy teenager, but at least her name was the same as the Ebay account, that could give a hint to Holly.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 5:01 AM

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If rugs could scream, that was probably what he was doing at her. It was all bucnh of jumbled ARGH in her head, and it was nearly giving her a headache! There were thoughts about his sister again, rather wicked things… but at least adelaide jumped out at her.

“Okay, okay. Jesus, think any harder and you’re going to make my head explode.” she muttered, quick scanning over the papers. Frankly, she didn’t think there was going to be anything usefu- Oh, there was a mention of her name!

“Adelaide Graham-Smith who recently participated in school events…” Holly didn’t bother to read the article in it’s entirety. Having her full name was enough for her to ask for at the Syrius Oil building. She’d just ask one of the secretaries at the front desk about it.

“Holly, we’re back! Oh, is Lance gone already?” chimed Aunt Nancy, stepping inside with Uncle Kevin behind her. Uncle Kevin looked pretty mad as he came in the house, giving Holly an apologetic look. At least he understood!

“Yes and I’ll thank you not to meddle again. I swear to god, Nancy, you have the worst judgment of character.” Holly nearly growled, but Nancy was looking chided enough as it is, and likely Uncle Kevin had given her a good lecture too. Sighing, Holly got off the floor and picked up her papers. “I think I’ll skip dinner tonight. I don’t feel to well, so I’m going to bed.” Giving Uncle Kevin a kiss on the cheek and another glare at Nancy, she went on to bed.

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 5:36 AM

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Well, that was that. Elliot DID agree with the fact that the aunt had the worst possible judgment of character (the earlier -you adorable little thing- cooing made him feel ridiculous, if it was possible to feel any worse). Holly was gone and soon the older people were gone to bed, too.

Elliot spent hours thinking under the Christmas tree. It was incredible, but he was actually having second thoughts at getting turned back to his normal self. Being forced to think about identifiable aspects of his life, or someone to turn to for help… was not tossing a pretty picture. It made him feel lonely and made him realize how much he actually missed his father. Who could be missing -him? His secretary, maybe. Clarice was a good woman and quite helpful, too. Everything else was mostly work relations, a few old friends he hadn’t seen in forever and a general wish to be left alone in his own world. Certainly he did not believe his aloof ways gave anyone the right to turn him into a rug just because he refused to play the show-and-tell pet for her… but he wondered if being a rug was any less stressful than being Elliot Graham-Parker.

Maybe it was the season, and the rather depressing and abusive way he had been treated lately. Christmas was crushing him – literally. What the hell do these boxes have inside? And the jingling tree agonizing on top of him couldn’t be having it any better… unless it was plastic. That would spare it everything; the shaking, the stomping, the being beaten against things, the cooing and the chimney sparks. Elliot unplugged the tree again and once more levitated with all his cargo over the floor. Sheesh, he was even getting familiarized with the position of the furniture already.

Now, if he could just shake off the tree, he could maybe scurry under the kitchen door… but he thought again. It wasn’t fair, he guessed, for the older people and even for the Witch of the West, whose name – quite ironically! – was Holly. Elliot decided to get her to remove all this stuff off him so he could just leave. Jinglejingle went the tree as he sailed across the house till he found the stairs and tried to find her room… Faint snoring informed him which room was occupied by two people and not one. He floated outside her door and softly jingled the tree. Nothing. He shook it harder – sheesh, witches were supposed to have light sleep!

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 5:56 AM

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Holly was apparently sleeping deep, she didn’t move or stir at the sound of jingling. Her door was slightly cracked open for those moments Aunt Nancy came to take a peek. On the bedside table that bottle of pills and a happy cheerful photograph of Holly and her Brother making goofy faces at one of the Mall security guards.

Speaking of Aunt Nancy, she must have heard something suspicious and perhaps thought Holly was up to something weird again. There was a creak of the bed in the other room and the soft mumbling of an old lady slipping on her slippers!

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There was the old lady coming out! Elliot couldn’t go back downstairs, so he pushed the door open and flied in, then closed the door behind him the best he could, yet leaving it just adjusted and floated behind it with his cargo to avoid being seen, should the old lady peek into the room… He tried to hold very still so the darn bells wouldn’t jingle!

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 6:16 AM

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Aunt Nancy stepped out of her room and glanced down the hall. Yawning she stepped softly, stopping at Holly’s door. Just barely opening it a crack she peeked inside. Holly was still in bed safe and sound, thankfully not doing anything we- Aunt Nancy blinked! Was that one of the Christmas balls on the floor?

The door opened slowly, Aunt Nancy bending over to pick up the ornament. When she stood right again,.. there was the tree! Tree, presents and rug! All tucked away neatly in the corner of the room. Tears welled up in the old woman’s eyes! “Oh Holly, you poor dear!” she whispered! This was at least a much better outcome than Holly trying to sent people on fire.

Aunt Nancy hung the ornament back on the tree and tip-toed over to the bed to tuck Holly in. “Poor thing, wanting Christmas nearby to be closer to her family.” she mumbled, adjusting the blankets just right. Holly didn’t wake, still sleeping soundly. Nancy picked up the bottle of pills and shook her head. The prescription was already running out. Maybe she’ll stop pestering the girl about taking her medication!

Content that everything was alright, Nancy left and went back to bed!

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 6:25 AM

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Elliot patiently suffered the tree on top of him being dotted on, then the Witch being dotted on… till the old woman left. Elliot frowned inwardly – if the woman would -just- wake up, they could have their perfect holidays! Elliot waited till the shuffling of slippers died away and the old woman was hopefully, back in bed. Then he hovered a little and made the tree jingle again…

Nothing. Elliot landed and flailed his tassels in frustration! Again he hovered and made the bells jingle…

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 6:35 AM

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It really didn’t seem like Holly was ever going to wake up, but after a moment or too she mumbled something under her breath (that sounded a bit like “Jingle balls is NOT funny Noel!”) and rolled to her side. Her hand reached out fumbling for the alarm clock. 5 AM…? What the hell?

Blinking wearily she glanced around to find, surprise surprise, the rug and tree. Groaning, Holly fell back in to bed and pulled the pillow over her head. A muffled ‘I’m sleeping’ barely being audible.

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 6:43 AM

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Elliot was NOT going to accept that answer. He made the tree jingle again and floated higher (this was tiring and stressing)… and the tree lit up! Just a blink of lights first, then POF! It was all lit up and flying in the middle of the bedroom! Elliot was not quite aware of it, because he was too mad to notice – till he realized he was seeing bright shadows again. The tree lights went off with a jingle of bells.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 7:11 AM

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Jesus, he was lightning up the room like a firecracker. If he made the tree any brighter it’d catch on fire! Grumbling a few curses under her breath, Holly rolled out of bed with a thump. 5 freaking AM. She pulled off her pajamas as she crawled, practically falling in to the closet while she pulled out some fresh clothes. A sweater stuffed over her head, a pair of pants pulled on. Socks, boots.

With clothes on, Holly shuffled past the tree and in to the hall. Heading towards the kitchen much like a zombie to fresh meat. A cup of coffee. Something hot with caffeine, then she’ll kick the rug for being an impatient sleep-ruining tree stealer, drive him to the Syrius building and… well, coffee first! Then planning!

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 7:25 AM

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Elliot was perplexed; he tried to get in her way and was ignored. When she finally was stationary and seemingly having breakfast, he hovered next to her and very patiently tried to communicate the idea of the tree and presents next to the fireplace BUT without him underneath and then the door open.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 7:31 AM

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Holly made herself a cup of coffee and dropped in to a kitchen chair. As she sipped, she was casting the rug a rather blank glare. Her very tired mind was trying to imagine the beast as a man. One that seemed to have no issue with waking up too damned early, worked for an oil company, had a horrible temperament… and most likely cursed for these very same reasons. of course, Holly was not a morning person, so thinking murder by de-threading only came natural to her.

“Do you ever sleep? Stop? Chill out? Smell the roses, enjoy peace and quiet, soak up the sun, or any other seemingly non-productive activities that we normal sleep-loving humans happen to enjoy?” she didn’t mean to sound so crouchy. But it did make her wonder what sort of man he was.

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 7:45 AM

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The tree lit up again – she was not even trying to listen! Elliot hovered up and down flashing the tree lights, but that couldn’t be helpful, he realized. He hovered lower and turned off the tree.

Elliot made the tree jingle again out of spite and circled the place where she was sitting…. Of course he slept, he had a bed at the office! Actually it was a specially designed closet of sorts with sliding panels, a bed and bookshelves, and a closet with sliding cabinets, and a wonderful bathroom with a big bath – he had decided bathtubs were relaxing very long ago. He also had an apartment, but he kind of liked the office unit best because it was stylish and nobody had to know about it. He ate in restaurants, if he needed to chill out he’d go to a club or go reading to the Company’s private library. What else was to desire? It wasn’t like she was going to see all that though, if she was refusing to simply understand he wanted the tree and presents off him and the door open!

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 7:53 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

He was making her kind of nauseous with all that circling around her like a shark and attempting to throw so many images at her all at once that all she could make out was AWESOME BATHTUB and GO GO GO GO GO. Which she was pretty sure was rug-speak for, get off your ass and lets leave already.

Drinking down the last of her coffee, she snatched up a couple of the presents from the rug and headed over to the fireplace. “I got the message. Tree and presents off, then away.”

…. “Are you the type to play with bath toys?”

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 7:59 AM

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Elliot grumbled inwardly without even attempting to reply and sailed back to the spot near the fireplace, where he landed and waited for her to remove everything. Evil Witch of the West, it was impossible to get anything past her skull… He wondered why he had even tried.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 8:06 AM

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“Apparently you have no sense of humor.” Holly said, taking the tree off first to place it in the corner. Then all the presents were removed and arranged where they belonged. She wasn’t sure how she figured that bit out. Maybe it was the way the rug moved around. Unless he was projecting his distaste for her so loudly that she was picking it up.

After scribbling a note for Aunt Nancy and Uncle Kevin, Holly shrugged on her coat. “Alright rug, I’m driving you to Syrius. Let’s go.” Opening up the door so he could fly on through, she stepped out after him towards the car. This time she didn’t open up the trunk to stuff him in, she just opened up the driver’s side so he could fly in and find himself a seat.

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 8:09 AM

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Elliot shook a little and flied out yes, past the door and past the car and down what seemed to be the sidewalk, looking for some alleyway to slip behind the houses…

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 8:26 AM

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“Hey~!” Stunned in to a blinking silence, Holly watched the rug fly off like hell was on his heels. She wanted to shout some curse words and chase after him, but he already disappeared around the corner. And didn’t she want to get rid of him in the first place…?

Holly was surprised to find herself offended. She didn’t have to help that cursed rug and she was going out of her way to do so, despite the fact Nancy and Kevin thought she was losing her marbles now. She should turn around and go back inside to crawl back in bed.

Groaning with a sigh, Holly dropped in to the driver’s seat, slammed the car door and started the ignition. Against her better judgment, she’d go to Syrius and see if she could catch him there. At the very least she could get the address of his sister and tell the missy where her rug-brother went.

The Syrius building was easy to find. It was only a few blocks away from The Chronicle, so the drive wasn’t bad. Holly parked the car and glanced around. There weren’t any flying rugs hanging around scaring people. …checking her watch, open business hours were just starting. Holly headed in to the building and straight to the front desk.

“Hi. Uh, I have a gift for Adelaide Graham-Smith. From her brother. But I misplaced the address. Do you mind digging it up for me?”

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 8:53 AM

[dash]Syrius Standard Oil Corporation

Syrius Building was a mass of concrete, steel and glass built after WW2 by famous architect Philip Johnson: heavy and definite geometric shapes, abstract elements from Greek classic construction and specially, glass; plenty of it. The massive building itself formed sharp edges towards the skies to complete the run in an austere crown, cutting sharp shadows in the sunlight. The main lobby still retained most of the characteristics of its original spatial design, several stories high and crossed by sleek bridges at the sides. There were special digital displays with company investments and environmental research for the public, a giant screen seemingly floating above with commercials and announcements, and a Stock/ DAQ screens running below the first balconies in the perimeter walls. A female, robotic voice greeted visitors and made announcements about the company. There was a front desk, long and sleek with several attendants and a futuristic design. The building was active, but it was too early yet. The clerk that attended Holly had picture-perfect makeup and hair, with a curious hat on her hair. She smiled and recited the obligatory greeting, then blinked at Holly’s request.

“A gift for miss Adelaide Graham-Smith from her brother?” She repeated with a a second blink. “If you mean…” She seemed to be processing the information. “Miss Graham-Smith doesn’t have any brothers, unless you mean Chief Executive Officer, Mr. Elliot Graham-Parker. Miss Graham-Smith lives up state with her mother.”

The clerk still seemed mystified.

“Do you have an appointment?”

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 9:03 AM

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Holly blinked back at the desk clerk with the same mystified expression. Chief Executive Officer? …Was now a cute Christmas rug with Santa Claus and Friends? No wonder he was so pissed off. Holly might’ve laughed if her Aunt wasn’t the unlucky sucker to have purchased him.

Wiping that look off her face, Holly sighed and nodded at the clerk. “That’s definitely her. I get the impression that they don’t get along or talk much..?” she asked, curiously. If the rug pictured her as a little brat. Their last names were different, so obviously the girl was a half-sister or step-sister. They couldn’t have been close if she turned him in to a rug and sold him off on eBay!

“Er, not that I mean to get nosy or anything. It’s just really urgent that I delivery it to her as soon as possible.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 9:14 AM

[dash]Syrius Standard Oil Corporation

The clerk blinked. She wasn’t supposed to say such things, but she was so surprised and Holly seemed so surprised as well that she might have said things she wasn’t supposed to say!

“Actually… no, from what I hear… Mr. Graham-Rothschild remarried some years ago, but his son… well, Mr. Graham-Parker does not socialize with them, yet he sees about their needs as his father specified in his Will. He has nothing against them, but I am not sure he’s met them… yet he did attend the wedding.”

The clerk spied by the corner of her eye and saw a shark… errr supervisor turning the corner not too far away.

“I am not authorized to give you Mrs. Graham-Smith’s address, but magazines have it, I suppose it is public information at the city register…”

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 9:26 AM

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Holly frowned, not because the clerk couldn’t give her the address, but because apparently the rug doesn’t socialize with his family… at all! Holly was having a hard time trying to comprehend something like that. Her family was her whole world, and he doesn’t even talk to his? It sounded like he never even tried, even before his father died.

Finding something they had in common with a loss of family, but not necessarily a pleasant thought to think about, Holly gave the clerk a weak smile and thanked her before walking out. Outside there was still no signs of the rug. Rugs didn’t have eyes, he couldn’t flown himself to his doom somewhere.

Already invested in the mystery of finding out, Holly headed back in to car and drove off. He escaped the house so maybe she’d find him zooming around somewhere. Thank god Elswen was an island. At least she wouldn’t have to look across the whole country.

A good three hours of driving around town later, Holly finally spotted a carpet hovering near a gazebo in the park. Hoping there weren’t any other cursed Christmas rugs loose in town, she stopped the car in a space on the sidewalk and got out.

“Mr. Elliot Graham-Parker, you’re a real devil to find.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 9:37 AM

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Elliot was startled (and somewhat ashamed) at being found by Holly. He did try to keep from being noticeable, but maybe he wasn’t doing a good job out of it. Still, and despite discovering homelessness was not for him, he had not changed his mind about turning back to his old self… but now Holly knows his name! He just hovered there, indecisive.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 9:55 AM

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Stuffing her hands in to her pockets, Holly took her time walking over to the gazebo. She plopped down on the bottom step near enough to the rug and blew out a breath.

“I went to Syrius and a very nice clerk told me that I could find Adelaide’s address in a directory. And being curious about the rug that’s turned me in to a raving lunatic, I asked a question or two. …It sort of had me wondering on the drive, why don’t you ever talk to your sister?” she asked, though putting it more like an out-loud thought rather than an actual question.

“You think of her like she’s a wicked brat and she cursed you, so I thought maybe you hated each other and never got along. But it seems like you have never even spoken to her.” Holly stretched out her legs and frowned. “Did you ever even try to get to know her..?”

Holly wasn’t even sure why she cared, but she felt it was important to be close to your family while you had them. Didn’t he realize that his sister was trying to get his attention? Why else would the girl do something so crazy?

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 10:08 AM

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Elliot was frowning – well, he would be. Adelaide was not his sister. Her mother married his father, he wasn’t even involved! Besides, he didn’t know them at all. To Elliot, it was illogic to suppose they were family by any means. His father wanted to get married, well he respected that. He didn’t object, he didn’t get in the way and he looked after their needs – and right there was where a line was drawn. He had his life, they had theirs. Apparently, it was an unsaid agreement. He was an adult when they married. Then why somehow he was the rug AND the villian in the picture?

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 10:28 AM

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He was mad again. It wasn’t easy, but Holly was getting use to that way he ranted. It wasn’t in words, but there was a real emotion behind it. She was trying to understand. Holly just shook her head sadly. “You just don’t want to be attached to anyone at all, do you? It’s pretty lonely.” she said simply.

It was freezing cold outside, and the clouds were suggesting snow in the next day or two. It always snowed in Elswen for Christmas. Her mother called it the Christmas Miracle of the town.

“I guess maybe it’s not a bad idea. Not being attached. I loved my family so much and now they-” she paused to swallow, “They’re not here anymore. Christmas was always the best time of year, but now….” Holly leaned forward. There was that ache in her chest again, that difficulty in breathing. She didn’t have those pills with her. “It’d be easier if everyone left me alone.”

Ugh, crying again. Holly wished SHE was the rug, as she wiped her face on her sleeve. “Eh… but I am not the one with the problem. Where would you like to go now, or have you decided that you don’t want my help?”

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 10:47 AM

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Elliot was starting to empathize her, despite she was the Witch of the West and had stomped on him, beaten him against objects and called him a murderous rug that deserved to be a rug. At least she had tried to help him… after all that! She was having a rough time, herself.

Elliot simply had no idea what he wanted to do. He guessed he could donate himself to the nearest church sale and spend 11 months a year in a box. It was just too awful to think about, the more time that passed. Turned into a rug and sold on Ebay by someone whose life HE made sure was affluent and safe. It was incomprehensible and he -still- was the murderous rug here. Elliot guessed in such circumstances, laying in front of the hearth was not so bad.

He had not been depressed since mourning his father. What a helpless feeling – it was even more depressing because he was helpless. Elliot landed on the gazebo’s floor and rolled up.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 11:21 AM

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That really wasn’t much of an answer. But considering he now looked how she felt, it was clear that if they were going to sit outside feeling sorry for themselves, they’d turn in to popcicles. …if rugs could freeze.

“Jesus, Elliot.” she muttered softly. Getting to her feet, she tugged over the rolled up rug and tucked him under her arm. “We’ll figure it out. I’ll beat the devil out of your sister until she uncurses you. Then you can string her up by her toes and hang from the Main Street Christmas tree.” it was meant to cheer him up, but then again if she were the rug she’d probably use that as a serious suggestion.

Holly headed for the car, opening up the passenger side door to set him inside. She even buckled the seat-belt over him so he wouldn’t get flung around while she was driving.

“You little thief!” said a voice from behind her! Holly found herself jerked around by the arm to face Lance of all people! He grabbed the collar of her jacket shoving her back against the car.

“Ow! What the hell, Lance!” Holly swung a fist fully intending to break his nose twice, but he snatched her wrist and twist her harm painfully behind her back.

“So you’re trying to steal my story now? I saw you back at the Syrius building and heard you mention Elliot Graham-Parker. You think you’re gonna upstage me? Get a fancy interview with a CEO and steal my job?!” he growled!

“I don’t want your stupid job! Get the hell off me.” she shouted back, wincing. Holly knew he was a jackass, but she didn’t think he was a psychopath!

Lance didn’t seem to believe it as he leaned forward to his in her ear. “I rolled a lot of heads to get my job, and that story is gold. If I see you snooping around about Elliot Graham-Parker again, I’ll break your legs, no joke.” He let go of her rather suddenly, backing away to flash his cocky grin before turning and walking away!

Holly just stood there leaning against the car, blinking at his retreating back with a startled look!

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 11:32 AM

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Elliot was startled at the noise and then the attack – wow, Nancy got to be one of those creatures the fact they are alive is a miracle in itself, if she thought that guy was safe to be allowed into her house! Being buckled up, he couldn’t slip outside and wrap around the head of that jerk… but he had almost managed to wriggle free when the guy left as quickly as he had appeared.

Holly was still outside the car and he had no way to tell if she was injured. He wriggled more till he could free himself and slid out to find her.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 11:48 AM

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Holly hadn’t moved until she caught glimpse of the rug out of the corner of her eye. Slowly she straightened, nudging the rug back in to the car without a word and closing the door. Rounding the back, Holly slipped in to the driver’s side. She rubbed her wrist and reached for her keys, but her hands were shaking so bad she couldn’t stick them in the ignition.

She certainly wasn’t cold anymore! Her face felt warm, and she wasn’t sure if she were angry or just plain scared! It was near impossible to breath again, so Holly rest her head on the steering wheel.

“He missed out, huh? Had his story right in front of him and he didn’t notice.” she tried to make light of the whole thing. “I’ll have to take you home just so he can’t get his stupid story.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 11:54 AM

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Elliot expressed the wish Lance would slip on the sidewalk and break his neck. There was not much else he could do, after all. He partially rolled up and just sat there, slowly tapping the seat with his tassels. He could have suffocated him… but she could also call the police – he let her know that.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 12:04 PM

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“I like the suffocating idea.” she muttered under her breath. She could call the police, but after last Christmas she suspected Lance might try to suggest she was setting him on fire again.

Holly sat back up, finally managing to drag in a deep breath and still her hands well enough to turn the ignition and get the car started. “It’s empty threats. Nothing to be concerned about, anyway. Getting you back to normal is more important at the moment.”

Focusing her thoughts on the cursed rug, she turned the car out of it’s parking space and started on the street to return home. “I can connect to my office computer from home and search some address directories. Then we can go straight to Adelaide’s place.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 12:08 PM

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There was reluctance oozing from Elliot all the way after she mentioned uncursing him. He wasn’t quite intending to let her know that, but he was starting to feel strongly about it, yet he was aware it seemed strange it was just the way he felt about it!

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 12:19 PM

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Holly cast a side glance over at the rug. At Elliot, who perhaps didn’t mean to let on his second thoughts, but with the way he was projecting the emotion it was hard not to notice. Blinking with a slight confusion, she tried to work it out in her head. Why would anyone want to stay a rug? …was he regretting his life?

“Hum…” she started slowly, thinking she might try to talk him out of that melancholy, but really unsure of what to say. Everything she thought of just came across as bossy or lecturing. What did she know about his life anyway to have a right to comment on it? If he wanted to stay a rug it was his own business.

But what a really boring existence that would be.

“…I guess… you could just stay with me if you don’t want to go home. When Christmas is over I wouldn’t stuff you in a box somewhere. Although… I suppose your business would suffer. And I can’t imagine what it’s like not getting to eat cheeseburgers…”

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 12:31 PM

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Elliot rolled up a little more. He wasn’t sure yet he was going to miss any of those things, yet he guessed he’d end up fretting about his work after a week or so. But still… He tried to reason himself out of depression, but his mind only drew a blank. He just stayed there and snoozed. He seemed to do that a lot lately…

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 12:48 PM

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Not good, not good at all. The rest of the trip home was in silence, and Holly didn’t bother to disturb him when they arrive. She just picked him up under arms and headed back in to the house. If he couldn’t make the decision she’d make it for him.

“Still with that rug…?” said Aunt Nancy, looking up from her needlework from the sofa. For claiming it was evil, now she seemed to be attached to the thing! She was taking it everywhere!

“Uh, yeah. I found out who sent it, so I’m just going to look up the address now.” Holly set Elliot down next to the computer desk and sat down. She hadn’t bothered to pull off her coat as she logged in to her office account online and did a search over the databanks. Adelaide Graham-Smith… Adelaide…

“Sweetie, you look a little pale. Are you alright?” Aunt Nancy had gotten up and was hovering around Holly’s chair now, pressing a hand to her forehead. “You’re as cold as ice! I don’t think you should be running around anywhere else today. Why don’t you crawl up in to bed and I’ll bring you some nice hot soup for lunch?”

Holly sighed! “Nancy, have you ever wondered what would happen if you lost yourself and you weren’t you anymore, and you couldn’t find a way back to yourself fast enough so you were slowly slipping away where you didn’t even exist? I think that’s happening right now, so I really would like to take the rug back before it’s too late.” Ah! There it was! Adelaide’s address! Now she just had to get up and go!

Aunt Nancy looked startled! Holly was so much worse off than she had ever expected! She really was losing her mind! “That’s it! Holly, this has gone far enough. I won’t let you slip in to madness and leave us! I’m going to get rid of this rug myself!” Before Holly could stop her, Aunt Nancy was snatching up the rug and marching for the back door.

“Nancy, you can’t! Give him back!” Holly hopped out of her chair and chased after her!

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 12:57 PM

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Elliot was jostled awake when Nancy grabbed him and he heard Holly behind them and protesting… Great, now he was a demon rug, surely. Elliot still didn’t want to give Nancy a heart attack, so he feigned being a simple rug – what was she going to do, put him in the charities box? He felt a little lethargic yet – all the ‘exercise’ of the later days must be getting to him just now, he guessed…

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 1:18 PM

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Aunt Nancy stopped right out in to the back yard, heading to where Uncle Kevin was burning up all those leaves he had raked out of the grass. Holly was on her tail, and screaming furious!

“Nancy, I’ve never hit you in my life, but I’m about to knock out your teeth if you don’t give me that rug!” she shouted, trying to catch up to the woman. For an old lady she was fast!

“Kevin! You better grab her she’s hysterical!” cried Nancy, dodging Holly’s snatching for the rug. Uncle Kevin wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but his wife was running around and Holly was screaming, so he did the logical thing and grabbed Holly. “Sweetie, if I had known the rug would upset you this badly I never would have bought it! I’m just going to burn it, so don’t you worry about having to return it!”

“What?! You can’t burn him – you’ll kill him! Give me that damned rug!” Holly squirmed to get out of Uncle Kevin’s arms. Of all the times for Nancy to see sense about something! It had to be the wrong timing!

“Alive? Good lord, Kevin! She’s senile!” Nancy was nearly in tears! All she wanted to do was give Holly her Christmas spirit back, she never wanted to make her worse!

“Damnit, I’m not crazy! Just give me the rug back!”

Uncle Kevin was thankfully a more even-tempered man. Having a good grip on Holly and looking back and forth between the girl and her aunt, he gave the situation some serious thought. After a moment he shrugged his shoulders. “Nancy, you go ahead and give her the rug back. There’s no harm in her having it. I’m sure Holly promises not to hurt anybody or herself, right?”

Holly stopped her squirming to sigh gratefully. “Yes, I promise! I just want the rug.” With her promise Uncle Kevin let her go. Holly refrained from leaping across the yard and tackling her aunt. Aunt Nancy looked really doubtful, but she finally handed the rug back to Holly.

“Nancy, you go on back inside.” Uncle Kevin said. Nancy sniffled dramatically, but she returned to the house. Once she was gone Kevin rest a hand on Holly’s shoulder. “I know you miss them, and you don’t like talking to me or Nancy. That’s alright with me. Just remember there’s somebody out there that’ll listen and understand. You don’t have to be upset by yourself.” He gave her another pat on the shoulder and a ruffle of her hair before he returned to tending the burning leaves.

Holly sniffled just like Aunt Nancy as she returned back to the house with the rug in hand!

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 1:30 PM

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What in Hell was that?, was all Elliot could think after the whole thing. He was… drowsy but burning him was completely out of the question and he would have wrapped around someone if they were to try something too hot for comfort. He was still trying to… to figure out when exactly he’d have to flail for his life when he was rescued and he hadn’t yet come to terms with that fact when the uncle spoke.

That was something. Elliot was aware of course (after all that had happened to this point) that Holly was being dragged through Christmas, but he hadn’t thought she was being dragged through family relations too, not after the things she had said earlier. Elliot almost didn’t object to be carried like his in her hand, but he reached out and patted her hand with his tassels. Her relatives would understand, eventually. She loved them, after all – and they loved her. That was more that he could say. He just let her know that.

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Divinatas – Dec 17, 2008 at 4:46 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

Holly took the rug upstairs to her room, setting him down on the bed before snatching up her pills from the dresser and popping a couple in her mouth. She retrieved a quick cup of water from the bathroom to drink them down before she fell backwards on the bed. Throwing an arm over her face, she just needed a moment to calm down. A little time to make that ache go away so she could get back to the rug. Elliot. Who was nearly kindling for a yard fire! He might have been feeling more and more like a rug, but she was seeing him more and more as a person! It was nearly disturbing!

“I’m going to take you to see your sister.” she mumbled after a moment. “Even if you want to stay a rug, you should hear why she cursed you. That’s the right thing to do.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 17, 2008 at 5:12 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot -would- have protested, but all the excitement made him a little tired so that he just needed a little nap and he’d be alright, or so he thought. He was snoozing there and having strange dreams about meetings, stale coffee and some idiot he awarded a scalding memo with copy to the executive board for being caught trying to embezzle his arse. Work was so tiring sometimes… and people were strange. His father had showed him a file with photos and personal information about the woman he wanted to marry. His father wasn’t being a creep, he just needed to keep everything neatly filed or else he’d forget details and have a fit. The woman was divorced, with a little daughter and a Schnauzer – whatever happened to real dogs? In any case, they were going to marry. The woman looked a little tired but she didn’t look like a social climber at the Company’s Christmas party. That was his only memory of her. The rest of his scattered images were photographic and cardboard-esque wedding group poses for mementos. Someone ran the Schnauzer over at the parking lot. He couldn’t quite remember if he felt sorry for their dog or not. Being a rug made things fuzzy and flat, with clumps of dust and dancing dustbunnies.

Elliot was still snoozing when they finally left, and he forgot to ask where he was supposed to spend the rest of the year. He patiently tried to warn Holly if she’d put him anywhere near his step sister he was going to suffocate her, but he seemed to keep on trailing off.

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Divinatas – Dec 18, 2008 at 5:45 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

It was all just getting worse and worse. Holly wasn’t sure if she meant herself or Elliot who was trying to threaten her, she was sure, but he just sounded so sleepy. If he wasn’t turned back in time would he become a flat and lifeless rug for real? That was a frightening thought, and maybe he had given up and no longer cared, but Holly was still afraid for him. Someone that could worry about her safety or try to comfort her couldn’t be all bad, and didn’t deserve to be a rug.

The drive out to the address for Adelaide was very long. All the houses here were large and attractive, but not ridiculously huge. Nicely tailored fancy yards. Holly parked her car on the side of the street in front of the house, staring at it for a moment. Elliot had probably never seen the place before.

Holly stepped out of the car, rounding to the other side to pull out the rug. Tucking him safely under her arm, she walked down the driveway, over the step stops and to the front door. She knocked!

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Azul Morag – Dec 18, 2008 at 8:51 AM

[dot]Adelaide Graham, mother of one

Waving away the butler, Mrs. Graham opened the door herself. She wasn’t expecting visitors, but there was something peculiar about this… one. Or two. She couldn’t really tell. Mrs. Graham was a lady in her forties, with auburn hair in a fluffy French twist and a dark blue tailored dress. She oozed elegance and class in the exact same way the Gibson Girl did. Why, she looked just like her, except for the fact she was not crushed into an early 1900s corset. Mrs. Graham looked at Holly from the depth of her dark blue eyes, and that gaze seemed to summon her up but at the same time, she seemed to expect something else. Behind her was a small and perfect vestibule in soft pastel blue shades.

“Good evening?”

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Divinatas – Dec 18, 2008 at 9:22 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

Holly blinked at the woman, feeling very out matched and out classed in her own simple sweater and jeans! Finding her voice again, she adjusted the rug under her arm.

“Uhm, I need to speak with Adelaide Graham-Smith. I have to return this rug to her and… say a few things.” Holly wasn’t sure yet who the woman was, if she were staff or family, but either way mentioning the rug was Elliot might not go over so well.

From down the hall there was a GASP followed by the click-clack of heels running down a hallway, then a loud SLAM of a door!

“I think she already knows I’m here.” mumbled Holly.

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Azul Morag – Dec 18, 2008 at 4:38 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot only transmitted some offended discomfort as Holly adjusted the rug under her arm, then snoozed some more. It was odd… Why was he under her arm anyway? That was a strange place to be. He didn’t elaborate though, because he was asleep again.

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[dot]Adelaide Graham, mother of one

Mrs. Graham blinked as a door slammed somewhere behind her but years of practice in socially awkward situations helped her not to flinch. Her gaze shifted to the rug in question.

“Do you know my daughter?” She asked. “I believe we’ve not been introduced…”

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 3:27 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

“I don’t really know her, but she sold my Aunt this rug and I need to return it to her.” Holly replied. “My name is Holly Roberts.” Elliot wasn’t projecting a word, so he was either terribly off or didn’t know his own step mother when he saw, er.. heard her.

“I am sort of acquainted with Elliot though… I have to speak with Adelaide about the rug.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 4:18 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

There was no reaction from Elliot at all; he was soundly asleep if that was the correct definition for his state. He was having odd dreams about his childhood and things he had not remembered in a very long time. There were colors and voices he had forgotten, things and people he only met briefly before he had to move on to the next place and the next, to school, then college and university and back to the Company.

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[dot]Adelaide Graham, mother of one

Mrs. Graham eyed her carefully. When she mentioned the son of her late husband, a slight hint of recognition touched her mind, but she still couldn’t tell what to make out from it. She however had some doubts that Elliot would be sending something with an… acquaintance instead of sending in a Syrius Corp. messanger boy. Besides and despite she had always tried to keep their home out of the spotlight, it was silly not to admit money attracts weirdos and terrorists. She didn’t know miss Roberts and yet, she could feel her daughter did know what was the woman’s business here.

“Why don’t you give me the rug then?” She politely asked. “I will see that my daughter gets it. I could give her your message. Excuse me, but this is a little unexpected.”

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 4:26 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

Sheepishly Holly shook her head! “As much as I would like to drop him – it – off, It’s imperative that I speak with Adelaide about the rug personally. Very important things to discuss about Elliot, and she’ll know exactly what it’s about if you could do me the huge favor of letting me speak with her!”

Holly wasn’t so sure the woman would let her inside, so just in case she was plotting to sneak around the house and crawl in a window. It might be a little dangerous, and she could get herself arrested in the process, but it would be worth it to save a rug’s life!

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 4:41 AM

[dot]Adelaide Graham, mother of one

Mrs. Graham again eyed Holly very carefully before allowing her to come into the house. She seemed ready to very stylishly thwack her round the head with the nearest sculpture if she moved too fast or did anything overall strange, though!

“How did you become acquainted with Elliot?” She asked.

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 4:51 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

Holly stepped inside through the door, holding the rug carefully in her arms. She glanced around the large hall, all decorated flawlessly with classic and attract things. It was a stark difference from her own home, being sort of cluttered with years worth of knick knacks, family photos, and furniture.

Far down the halls there was a light, suggesting a door had been creaked open, followed by another slam of a door. Holly might have laughed at the teenager if the situation weren’t so serious!

“By accident. A fight with the rug, actually.” she said, honestly. Holly might have mentioned he tried to smother her too, but that may not have painted a pretty picture of her step-son!

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 5:22 AM

[dot]Adelaide Graham, mother of one

Mrs. Graham blinked. She eyed Holly again.

“A fight -with- the rug?”

She reached out to touch the rug but stopped before touching it, looking dubious. “Do you mean you fought over this rug?”

Mrs. Graham didn’t know Elliot all that well, at least not in person; but it was incredibly difficult to imagine him in a tug of war with a woman over a small Christmas rug. She could see Rudolph from where she stood.

“Adelaide,” she called out imperatively. “You have a visitor, my dear.”

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 5:43 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

For a few moments there wasn’t a sound and it seemed like the daughter wasn’t going to come out at all. But finally, a door creaked open and there was the soft click-clack of heels heading down the hall. A girl with an imperious look appeared, with auburn hair sporting some new highlights, blue eyes and dressed like any trendy teenager would be. A cute little babydoll print tee, a mini skirt that was dangerous short, and her clunky heeled shoes.

It was pretty obvious as she stopped next to her mother that she was trying really hard not to look disturbed or like she recognized the rug. She just crossed her arms. “Who is this lady? I sure don’t know her.”

Holly raised an eyebrow, adjusting the rug in her arms again. “Oh, you don’t know me. But you do know this rug, don’t you? The prank you played on Elliot? We need to talk about that.”

Adelaide swallowed, looking white as a sheet. “I… have no idea what you’re talking about. Jeeze, mom, you let a crazy in to the house. I, um, I have to go finish my homework now.” The teenager was turning around and attempting to escape back to her room!

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 5:55 AM

[dot]Adelaide Graham, mother of one

Mrs. Graham watched her daughter like a hawk.

“Exactly what prank is this lady talking about, Adelaide?” Since there was no answer, Mrs. Graham reached out to touch the rug. She twisted one of the corners, and a tassel gave her a weak and indignant swat before hanging rather lifelessly again.

“Adelaide – I am listening.” Mrs. Graham gave her daughter the most stern look a mother can muster!

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 6:13 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

The was a soft squeak out of Adelaide as she slooooowly turned around to look up at her mother with big doe-eyes. She was trying her best to look as pitiful and as sorry as possible. And she WAS! But it was sooo bad!

“You’re not going to believe me! I just wanted him to know how I felt! He always sweeps me away like I don’t matter, and his dumb secretary does all the dirty work!” At that point Adelaide was tearing up, but stomping her foot trying to get herself all mad. “He’s such a JERK but I really, really didn’t know it would turn him in to a RUG! I’m so so sorry!!”

Holly felt sorry for the girl, but at the same time she really did sound like she needed a good spanking! “Sorry is a start, but now you need to change him back.”

Adelaide twisted the tail end of her braided hair around her fingers. “…I kind of… don’t know how…”

“What.” Holly said blankly.

“I don’t know how, okay!!! I got the spell off a Christopher Lee website along with some cool crystals and a new CD and it’s like the spell worked the way it was supposed to do ANY way…!!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 6:32 AM

[dot]Adelaide Graham, mother of one

Mrs. Graham looked somewhat pale, herself. She picked up the rug.

“Is this rug Wilhelm’s son…?”
She looked shocked and distressed, yet still keeping a tight rein on her emotions. “Adelaide, how could you! I told you to stop pestering him!”

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 6:41 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

Adelaide the teenager was crying now, begging and pleading her mommy to understand! While Adelaide the Madam, though attempting to keep her serenity looked (at least to Holly) about to clobber the girl senseless. Th Step-mother had the rug now, and Holly was itching to reach out and rescue him, but refrained.

“EXCUSE ME.” said Holly rather loud, trying to catch their attention. “As much as she probably deserves a good ass beating, there’s a matter of Elliot still being a rug..! How do we get him to NOT be a rug? He’s not even talking to me anymore and I’m getting worried.” Holly really would have thought he’d have attached himself to Adelaide’s face by now and tried to smother her, so him just…well… being a rug was a reason to be concerned!

“I don’t know, I don’t know…! It was just a curse to teach him a lesson so he would know how I feel! I don’t want him to be a rug!” cried Adelaide! “Mommy doooooo somethiiiiiiing! Sue Christopher Lee!!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 6:59 AM

[dot]Adelaide Graham, mother of one

Mrs. Graham was clearly distressed and extremely displeased. She stepped away from her daughter and clutched the rug to her stately chest. She may not know Elliot well, but she could not bear the idea that her husband’s son was a rug. Her husband wouldn’t have been thrilled at the idea! Mrs. Graham unrolled the rug and shook it.

“He’s almost completely asleep by now… He will be gone soon if he does not wake up!”

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Elliot on his part, was only mildly incommoded in his sleep by all the shaking and wailing. He was still asleep. It was like sleeping through a storm in a warm and safe bed. He had no intention of leaving his newly found restful peace any time soon…

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 7:20 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

“Maybe if we stomped on him, that sure as hell pissed him off when I did it.” Holly was only half joking. This was looking pretty bad for Elliot. There was that ache in her chest again. What a crappy time to panic!

Holly moved to prod at the rug with a finger. At least if he was angry and trying to kill someone, he was still alive! “Eliiot! Elliot, you stop being a damned rug! Or I swear, I’m going to… Let Aunt Nancy turn you in to a shower rug! …For your SISTER!”

Adelaide looked sort of offended through her tears. “Hey!! I said I was SORRY! I’d do anything turn him back! I’d give up all my CDs and I’d never ask Mom to buy me a car ever again!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 7:33 AM

[dot]Adelaide Graham, mother of one

Mrs. Graham blinked at the woman; she would have laughed if the situation was not so serious! She handed the rug over to her.

“Try to wake him up!” She said. “I will fetch a book.”

As she left it became evident she knew what she was talking about, even if she didn’t give any explanations…

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Elliot curled up wherever he was in his sleep… Well, in that comfy bed under a warm comforter and trying to sleep as a storm ravaged outside. Something was prodding him and he swatted weakly to make it go away… tassel-ly.

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 8:01 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

“I bet she’s going to call 911!! But what can the police do about a rug?!” said Adelaide! Now she was wringing her hands. Everybody was freaking out about the rug, she must have killed him or something! “Here, give him to me!” she reached out trying to take the rug from Holly.

Holly pushed her away quickly! “YOU’VE done enough! Where’d you get some stupidass idea to curse him anyway! Can’t you write an email like a normal teenager?!” There was time to yell at Adelaide later, though. Holly held out the rolled up rug and SHOOK him! “ELLIOT! Elliot, you stop ignoring me! Wake up!” Shouting at a rug had to look pretty comical, but it wasn’t seeming to help. Her chest was hurting so bad now, it was leaving her out of breath. But she couldn’t pause and take a break now!

“I said sorry like a millions times already, JEEZE! What do YOU know about it anyway, you’re screaming at a rug!” cried Adelaide, still looking kind of offended!

“Jesus!” Holly was ready to smack her. …And since Elliot had wanted to smack her too, Holly took the rug and BONKED Adelaide over the head with him! There! A man’s revenge! At least he was a rug and it was only a soft thunk on the head instead of a fist in the nose!

Adelaide ‘oomphed!’ at the thunk over head, then stomped her heel shoe on the floor! “You’re not even trying to wake him up! You’re about as useful as a rug yourself!” Huffing, Adelaide managed to snatch the rug out of Holly’s hands and rolled him out on the floor. She was going to jump all over him with her cute little shoes!

Holly growled something not very lady-like and was pushing up her sleeves to really hit the girl when she paused, clutching a hand at her chest! There was that sharp pain in her lungs, and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath again. Why did she have to forget those anxiety pills! Reaching out to brace herself against the wall, it didn’t too much good as she slid to the floor in a dead faint, collapsing over the rug!

Blinking, Adelaide stared… and then screeched in horror! “OH MY GOD!! I DIDN’T MEAN IT! Don’t turn in to a rug too! Wake up, lady! MOMMY! I KILLED THEM!!” The teenager was panicking up a storm, flailing her arms around and crying for help!

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 8:19 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot was not very happy at being thwacked around! He tried to snooze but the screeching came way too close to him and he recognized Adelaide’s voice. He growled. He had almost forgotten her; he had almost forgotten everything, even the Company, his life, his scarce friends and his work… Yet, there she was, the cause of his cursed life as a rug! Because just then… he remembered too, he was a rug. That was infuriating but he was just so tired he could sleep a little and everything would be alright…

Something fell heavily on him, startling him again… Something he had met before, but he just could not remember… or could he? Elliot’s heart sank. It was Holly, laying motionless on him. Elliot shivered and tried to move, but he could not; he struggled with all his might but he felt just so heavy and flat… A rug, that is what he was now. He didn’t have arms or legs, or a head. Elliot tried to remember how had he managed to move before, and finally the rug moved. It wasn’t much at first, but since Holly wasn’t moving at all his distress pushed him fully awake.

The rug flailed and flicked, hitting Holly’s legs with his tassels trying to wake her up! He was calling her somehow, but yet he was awake, he was just confused and dizzy. The world seemed rather fuzzy but he was thoroughly alarmed now!

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 8:28 AM

[dot]Adelaide Graham-Smith

The rug was suddenly moving, and Adelaide screamed again! She was really expecting him to jump off the floor and kill her! Well… he might still, but he was stuck with the lady passed out on top of him! It was good that he was awake, but not Adelaide worried that she might have pushed the lady too far and killed her! She was going to go to prison forever and be some lesbian’s girlfriend!

“MOMMY!” she called again. Adelaide was afraid to get closer, but she sloooowly inched over to the passed out lady, trying not to touch the rug! She picked up one of her arms and dropped it. No response!

“Hey lady!? Uh, he’s awake! You can get up now…!” Still no response, Adelaide poked her cheek! “Oh my god! She’s pale as death! Is she breathing?! Moooooommmyyyyy!!! Oh god, Elliot, I’m so sorry!! I’m a murderer twice over…!!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 8:40 AM

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Elliot could hear his step-sister now; he vowed to suffocate the girl as soon as he could manage… But for now, Holly was more important. He kept on trying to wake her, swatting her with his tassels and calling to her mind…! She just had to wake up! He promised her wouldn’t sue her! Her family was waiting for her! Everything would be okay…

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[dot]Adelaide Graham, mother of one

Mrs. Graham came back with a heavy, leather bound book and a couple of candles and a belt of pouches with bottles clunking in it. She put everything on a table and was instantly glad to see the rug moving but then saw the lady wasn’t moving at all. She picked a box of salts from one of the pouches and brought the pungent rancid little box open to Holly’s nose.

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 8:48 AM

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With the terrible scent, Holly gasped and coughed! Coughing for breath still, she rolled to her side. When her fingers touched rug, she quickly rolled herself off him! Sitting up resting her back against the wall, she rubbed her chest, trying to catch her breath back again! There was a slight glare at the teenager’s direction, but a relief to see a moving rug!

“Elliot-*cough!* you scared the hell out of me!” Blinking, Holly noticed the step-mother had returned with an assortment of odd things. Trinkets and such like from those occult stores.

“Where did you get all of that stuff?” Adelaide was glad to see she hadn’t murdered the lady after all, so she hadn’t noticed all that weird stuff he mother had fetched until just then.

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 9:02 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot was so glad when Holly moved that he slink when she moved back and wrapped around her to the last tassel and stayed there till his sense of dignity seemed to return and he loosened his grip in sheepish embarrassment. He was feeling a little tired again but he still wondered what was going on… till he realized! Holly had brought him all the way to Adelaide’s house!

Elliot let go of Holly and hovered a couple feet up, indecisive. He was rather upset but yet he wasn’t thinking clearly yet, he remembered he had not wanted to be here in the first place!

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[dot]Adelaide Graham, mother of one

Mrs. Graham casted her daughter a stern motherly look.

“You young lady, are very obviously NOT ready to know such things. After we are done here I will decide if you still get internet access or not.” She beckoned to both Holly and the rug… errr Elliot.

“Please come closer.” She nodded at the hovering rug. “I know you are confused, Elliot. I just need you to trust me and everything will be fine. If you are uneasy, you could at least trust your friend. She brought you to the right place, despite what you may be thinking right now…”

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 9:10 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

Adelaide whimpered in sadness about her potential loss of internet access, but silenced quick with a sharp look from her mother!

Opposite of the strangling Holly thought she was going to get from Elliot, instead she had a more comforting ruggy hug! At any other moment, she might have smiled, but instead she was moving to her feet, keeping braced against the wall in case she freaked out and couldn’t breath again.

Apparently Elliot’s step-mother was a bit of a weirdo too, which in this case, was some good news. Holly gentle grasped the edge of the rug, tugging him to move closer to the woman.

“Elliot, please. You’re not meant to be a rug… Afterwords I’ll help hold Adelaide down and you can beat the daylights out of her.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 1:07 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot flicked his tassels in warning when Holly tugged him, but he just let her take him closer to his step-mother. He was anxious and confused. He… wasn’t even sure what he wanted anymore. Being asleep had been so simple, perfect and peaceful… but he also was aware (yet still confusedly) that he had a life, a job and at least someone who had cared enough to remind him he wasn’t meant to be a piece of decor. He was aware of things he had done, things he had planned to do in the future… but his ordinary confidence was yet to return. He was still a helpless rug. Perhaps he would be better if he could just change that.

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[dot]Adelaide Graham, mother of one

Mrs. Graham smiled.

“If Elliot starts getting drowsy again, shake the rug,” she told Holly with a nod as she begain to prepare whatever she was going to need to try and break the spell.

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 7:41 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

Holly was more than happy to shake the rug an moment Elliot seemed like he was getting drowsy again. She was quite interested in what the Step-mother was doing. Looked like a set up for a spell. It was Ironic that she was just recently put on as an intern at The Chronicle tabloid and here she was involved in one those very bizarre stories.

Speaking of stories. “You know, Elliot. When you’re all right and normal again, wouldn’t it be grand to go crash a baseball bat in to that pompous Lance’s face? To think he was going to try and make a little cash over you being missing and writing up some crazy story!” Thinking about Lance sure pissed HER off, hopefully that’d send some fire in to Elliot so he kept himself angry and awake!

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 1:48 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot began floating a little lower after a while but Holly shook him awake good again. She seemed to have a knack for that! Elliot swatted faintly at her with his tassels and had half the mind to jerk free to wrap around Adelaide’s head, but he decided to stay where he was… Then Holly spoke again. She seemed halfway between happy and mad, which was strange, but he didn’t mind it at all. He agreed on the baseball bat, he wouldn’t be a rug next time the jerk called Lance would be around. Maybe they could use Adelaide as the bat, too. He let her know his suggestion.

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[dot]Adelaide Graham, mother of one

Mrs. Graham traced what seemed to be a summoning ground on the floors with pieces of chalk in different colors. She didn’t seem to worry about how difficult it’d be to wash it out later on. When she was done, she hung a big pendant around her neck and lit a few candles she placed at certain angles of the summoning ground. She motioned to Holly, then hesitated.

“I almost forgot.” She gave her squirming daughter a stern stare. “What happened to his clothes when he was transformed? We are going to need some clothes for him if his own were left behind.”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 2:28 AM

[dot]Adelaide Graham-Smith

Adelaide was looking guilty again as she turned on her heels to run back down the hall. There was some loudly shuffling and moving stuff around in her room until she came back with a box. Inside had a very nice tailored suit, shoes, socks, a person other unmentionables, a wallet and other things.

“I, um, kept his stuff. Maybe to dress my boyfriend up for Valentine’s Day.” she admitted. Well, it’s not like she could sell his clothes! That was just wrong!

Holly suddenly felt sorry for whatever poor idiot was Adelaide’s boyfriend. The guy was probably going to end up a couch cushion for the sofa.

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 3:12 AM

[dot]Adelaide Graham, mother of one

Mrs. Graham checked the box and sighed. “Yes, this will do. Now, both of you out! I will let you know when you can come back inside…” She ushered Holly and her daughter to the hall and closed the door behind them. Hollly and Adelaide were left to their own devices as a click informed them the studio’s door had been locked.

Once they were alone, Mrs. Graham turned to the rug.

“I am terribly sorry, Elliot. Adelaide is not a bad girl, she is simply… going through a difficult stage. The years we spent with your father were not long enough, but she misses him and I also do.” Mrs. Graham sucked in her tears. “I know she was stalking you relentless, but she only wanted to know you. Wilhelm often talked about you.”

She stepped into the summoning ground.

“Please come here and land in the center, Elliot.”

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There was not much that could inform the ones outside about what was going on behind the closed door, except some flashes and strange noises, and a voice chanting but too low to be intelligible. About fifteen minutes slowly dragged by. Luckily and just before Holly and Adelaide were at each others’ throats, the door opened again.

Mrs. Graham appeared on the threshold. She looked tired and pale, but still without a single hair out of place. She eyed Adelaide.

“If you ever try again something as cheap and adulterated as that, I will ground you for a week. As for your punishment for what you did to Elliot, we will talk about it later today.”

Mrs. Graham moved from the door to let them in.

“Elliot, thankfully, is alright,” she informed.

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Elliot stood next to the now half-blurred summoning ground. His step-mother had erased part of it for safety. He was tall, almost a head taller than Holly, with a very agreable lean and fit body in an impeccably tailored grey wool suit. Elliot had light olive skin and green eyes in a handsome yet definitely tired face and his soft black hair needed some brushing. He only put on the tie because he well… wanted to make a good impression. He was smiling a bit, yet kind of embarrassed.

Elliot casted Holly a long look. It was the first time he could actually see her… She matched her voice, somehow… but she didn’t look like the Witch of the West, which caused him to smirk inwardly.

“Holly,” he said. “Thank you.”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 3:21 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

“What kind of crazy lady talks to a rug, anyway?” Adelaide had said.

Holly was about to pounce on her and give her that spanking she so richly deserved when the Step-mother came out! Scowling at Adelaide before entering the room, Holly was rather surprised to see the rug’s real appearance! He didn’t look like the sort of man that would be a Christmas rug at all, and the grin on her face probably confessed that image!

“You’re much taller than I expected! You’re welcome.” she grinned.

Adelaide peeked around the door frame, still wounded from her mother’s chiding and had very nearly rushed by to give her brother a big squishy hug! But there was an ‘ACK!’ as Holly claimed her by the back of her shirt and pulled her back. “Let’s talk about your punishment now.” Holly said, giving her shake! “Do you know what we’ve been through the past few days?!”

“How many times to I have to say I’m sorry!” wailed Adelaide!

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 3:47 AM

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“A whole lot more times!” Elliot grumbled. “And if your mother agrees, I will leave you penniless for a month!”

He was smirking though, because he had just pictured Holly whooping Lance around with the fireplace’s poker. Elliot could only hope she wouldn’t try one of those rug-wrestling moves on him again – and he kind of looked it.

“Let’s see, what else could it be? You already suggested you could do without a car when you are old enough for a driving license. Maybe those school tours to Europe are not necessary at all! Perhaps it’s time for you to get your first job, too. Without a salary. In the Company, maybe as a messenger! Wouldn’t that be awesome? Work helps to form character!”

Elliot was smirking but the glint in his narrowing eyes made very likely he meant all he said. He crossed the room to go to Mrs. Graham. It felt awkward as Hell but if he didn’t do it now he’d never do it, and he knew that well. He took the older lady’s hands.

“Thank you, Mrs. Adelaide. I… wasn’t even sure I wanted to change back at all. I know we don’t quite know each other and I must confess I didn’t have enough empathy to realize there is so much to appreciate in that my father loved. I would like to see you more often, if you would let me.”

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Mrs. Graham quite unlike her stiff lady-like demeanor, opened her arms and gave Elliot a motherly hug; she was tall but she still had to get on tiptoes to put her arms around his neck.

“Of course you are welcome, Elliot,” she said. “I should have approached you but I was too busy wallowing in my own grief.”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 4:23 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

Holly was grinning wide now. Elliot would get to know his family now, and that would do him worlds of good. It didn’t help that she very much enjoyed giving Adelaide a bit of harassment and watching the girl twinge and whimper at every wicked suggestion Elliot put out.

“You’ll think twice about ordering spells off the internet won’t you? Maybe you should come and be my gofor-girl at the Chronicle and you’ll get to see what happens to all the poor people that get enchanted, abducted and friendly fire hit by crazy teenage girls.” She’d send her out in the cold frosty snow to get frozen lattes, and have to walk to do it! In high heeled shoes and one of those silly miniskirts like she’s wearing now!

Adelaide huffed and crossed her arms. They’re being absolutely wretched to her, and well, she DID deserve it, but weren’t they forgetting that she was abused in the first place. “I didn’t do it to be mean…” Eying Elliot and her mother, the pouty look on her face turned much more hopeful! “Does this mean you’ll stay for Christmas and we can go have fancy business lunches? Will you come to my school dance? Oh!! Could we go to the zoo and take lots of pictures so I show Candace that my brother is WAY more cooler than hers?!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 4:45 AM

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“School dance? Didn’t you mention you have a boyfriend you were going to dress up in MY clothes?” Elliot frowned, but at least kept to himself the fact that the zoo was the LAST PLACE ON EARTH where he could be seen with his step-sister! “I think Holly’s idea is definitely good. You do need a good reality check!”

Wow, that sounded strange.

“Well… as real as it can get anyway.”

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Mrs. Graham was smiling. Her eyes were wet. She could very well see the father in the son. She let go of Elliot and smoothed out her dress like a preening bird.

“Will you stay for Christmas?” She asked. “If you don’t have any plans, of course.” She smiled at Holly. “The invitation is for both of you, of course.”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 4:52 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

“Christmas…?” She might have paled at the thought! Holly released Adelaide (it seemed she wasn’t going to kill or be killed so it was safe) to raise her hands and shake her head. “No thank you. Not that I don’t really appreciate the offer but- But I think it’s well past do for me to go home, and now that Elliot is alright I should probably go back to my hole – home and go.”

In fact she was now backing up and eeeasing herself subtly to the door for an escape. Argh! He was a real person, and now she quickly realized Mr. Elliot Graham-Parker had probably seen and heard more than his fair share of Holly Roberts Christmas drama. The only thing that could have been more embarrassing would be seeing him naked, and thankfully the Stepmother spared them from that!

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 5:05 AM

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Elliot opened his eyes wide. He ran his fingers through his hair and straightened his tie.

“Thank you Mrs. Adelaide. I would love to spend Christmas with you – I am not exactly expected at the Company right now so I won’t be missed. I will come back.”

He was going to say, I will come back soon, but he stopped right before saying it because he had no idea when he’d be back! It wasn’t like he was going to allow Holly to escape yet! He eyed her as she tried to make a dissimulate escape.

“I will go back with you, of course,” he said. It was evident he was as strong-tempered as the rug. “I don’t think you even need to ask me why.”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 5:14 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

There was an inward groan, but Holly managed to keep that to herself and at least grace the Stepmother and Adelaide a cheeky smile. “Thank you again, ladies. It seems I’ll be driving Elliot home this evening.” She blew a kiss, mostly to pester Adelaide, before casting Elliot a side glance and leading the way out the front door.

She felt rather stiff, but she wasn’t sure if it was from the past few days of fighting with a rug, getting ambushed, fainting in a fancy ladies’ home, or maybe because she knew there was going to be a ‘discussion’ and you can’t exactly run away when you’re trapped in a vehicle! …What was she so worried about anyway? She wasn’t the rug!

Holly trotted for the car, putting on that grin she gives Aunt Nancy when she’s being ‘good’. “Where would you like to go, Mr. Graham-Parker? Home? Office? …You don’t actually live at the office, do you?”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 5:21 AM

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Elliot gave her back the fierce smile.

“Remember the bathtub? It’s in my office.” He waited for her to unlock the car. “Nobody knows that except my secretary, though… so I trust you won’t publish that.”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 5:26 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

That brought the image of the non-rug Elliot to mind in a giant bathtub with rubber ducks and battle ships. Instead of laughing, once the door was unlocked she turned to poke him in the chest with a finger and frowned!

“For your information I don’t write the kooky stories, so if you want all your secrets spilled you’ll have to ask some other raving lunatic!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 5:38 AM

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“I will keep that in mind,” Elliot said flashing a sudden grin. He got in the car and adjusted the seat before strapping on the seat belt. He waited till they were on the road to prevent being thrown out of the car, clobbered with a mailbox or anything as dangerous before speaking his mind.

“Will you get in the car?”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 5:46 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

“Feisty.” muttered Holly as she rounded the car and dropped in to the passenger’s seat. Seat belt in, key in the ignition, and she was pulling off the side of the street to start that achingly long ride home. At least his tone as a man wasn’t any different from the rug. It was nice to actually hear the words instead of everything jumbling up in her head.

Of course, if he didn’t appreciate her sense of humor he might threaten to sue her again! Holly tapped her fingers on the steering wheel trying not to grin at the thought.

“I suppose you want me to sign crazy lawyer papers of silence? Or did you seriously like the idea of Adelaide being my gofor-girl? I could use an assistant to boss around.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 6:05 AM

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Elliot smiled a little, biting his lip.

“What if I decide to trust you? Besides, you are very much involved in my rescue and you keep on calling yourself a lunatic when you very obviously are not. By the way, I am a lawyer myself so don’t go and tempt me. I know that sort of arrangements easily kill good will.”

He checked his wallet. What got to be the thinnest cellphone in the world was safely stowed there, along with some pocket money, plastics and a number of other things – nothing was missing.

“And to answer your question… Yes, I think being your gofor-girl would be beneficial to Adelaide. She needs to learn where do her own boundaries lay… and some empathy and compassion, may I say so myself. Work is a good way to form character. I started working with my father when I was younger than her.”

Elliot shook his head.

“We were always at the office. It was easier to keep close that way. He was a good father to me. I just wonder how he managed to take in Mrs. Adelaide and her daughter… He retired to marry and left the rest to me.”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 6:16 AM

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“An Oil tycoon and a lawyer. You must’ve had more sleep in the past three days than in your entire life.” Because he sure didn’t look like some crotchety old man that’s already been through school and work in a perfectly timely order. Holly was trying to remember if anyone had mentioned Adelaide’s age… She couldn’t be more than 15, and if he were younger than her and always around in that giant building.

“Work would be good for her, yeah. But being a kid is important too. Did you ever do kid stuff? Besides playing in that giant bathtub?” Holly was curious, and it didn’t hurt to ask. He said himself he didn’t even realize he had a family for awhile. Did he really work that much?

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 6:29 AM

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“Kid stuff…?” Elliot asked absently. “I wouldn’t know. There is nothing worse than forced friends, and most of the kids my age at the time were children of people trying to get on my father’s good graces. That is not very natural and I admit I wasn’t nice all the time. I had friends in school, some through College. The real friends I have are few, and we keep in touch more thanks to them than to me. I was usually the odd one out that wasn’t allowed to stay or go at any time I pleased, and sometimes we had to cope with the fact I had bodyguards sometimes, depending on the state of oil business. My father tried, though. We met baseball players and watched games I liked in VIP. If we wanted, we could escape at night and play in an empty stadium. He knew how to use money; it didn’t consume him.”

“I hated Opera but we had to go on my mother’s birthday. She died when I was born. Even after he married again, we’d go – just the two of us. We went to museums and funny exhibits, and science displays. I doubt I had much of the usual ‘kid stuff’ but I don’t think my childhood was a bad one.”

Elliot fiddled with his wallet and didn’t raise his eyes for a while.

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 6:39 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

Holly frowned, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel again. He said it wasn’t a bad childhood and she believed him. Elliot loved his father, and it was easy to see his father was a good man based on the way he talked about him and they the Stepmother spoke of him too. But did he realize it sounded so lonely too…?

“You’re really lucky to get to try all of those different things. We always had the same traditions every year, especially when we’d take out the boat and…” Holly trailed off for a moment. After a blink, she quickly changed her tone and the subject.

“Maybe taking Adelaide to the zoo would be fun. I could go too. Be a bodyguard or spare you from weird teenage girly things.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 6:47 AM

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Elliot managed to smirk.

“The zoo is the last place on Earth where I could be seen with Adelaide, not after this cage without bars she put me in.” He blinked to inconspicuously clear his eyes. “I have to say I spent most Christmas seasons at the Company with my dad. There’s the Company’s party every year… yet that is also a form of business event, for the investors and the stockholders, the Press and other organizations. My father was religious in his own particular way but we didn’t go to Mass on Christmas Day every year. I guess… mine was mostly the commercial version.” He smiled a little. “Why don’t you tell me about yours?”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 6:57 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

Holly shrugged her shoulders, seeming to purposely ignore his question. She cast a quick look at him out of the corner of her eye. “The whole mess started because she wanted a little attention. It couldn’t hurt to hang out with her a little bit until she decides big brothers aren’t so cool when they say embarrassing things in front of your friends.”

“I can just see it. Walking her in to a dance and then threatening to sue any boy that gives her a sideways look. She’ll never ask you take her anywhere ever again.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 7:10 AM

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“I don’t know how to be a big brother,” Elliot said biting a sad smile. “You are avoiding my question. I remember you told me when I was a rug, Christmas is the best time of the year. Now you avoid telling me why.”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 7:22 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

“Well, let me see. I would just love to tell you, but if you haven’t noticed I have this terrible habit of getting all up and angry about things, which tends to lead in to anxiety attacks and passing out on previously mentioned Christmas rugs. Not the best idea while I’m driving.” Holly muttered in reply, barely managing to keep her sarcasm down to a non-insulting level. He didn’t really deserve to have that all directed at him.

“Now, my job, there’s something interesting. I’m just an intern for now. Taking ideas that’re thrown at me and writing up the articles, or editing things, and office work. I didn’t really believe most of the stories the paper publishes, but I sure as hell do now.” Changing the subject was the safer route.

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 7:36 AM

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Elliot watched her as she spoke. She was changing the subject again. He cared and he worried, but the lawyer in him took her subject shuffling as a challenge!

“What exactly do you write about?” He asked. “Why would you work on something you didn’t really believe and still have passion about it?”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 8:00 AM

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That drew a thoughtful look of surprise from her. “It’s just a job, I guess. At least the Chronicle is entertaining. The Puget Times is nothing but crime rates, farm cows, and social gossip. I mean, who really cares what Carly St. Clare wore to the Annual Charity Auction. Seriously.”

Holly looked sheepish for a moment, remembering she’s talking to one of those CEO rich fancy people. “…Not that it’s wrong to read… that stuff.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 8:08 AM

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Elliot smirked.

“I don’t read the social chronicles; my secretary lets me know when there is something there I need to know. Which is next to never, except the hard, economic facts. Not the people. Most of them are just self-congratulating. When someone that knows me wants me to see something in the Social section, they send me an email.”

He watched her curiously.

“I read online newspapers, mostly… Somehow I don’t see your aunt reading about paranormal stuff.”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 8:16 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

Laughing softly, Holly had a hard time imagining that herself! “Nancy isn’t fond of newspapers. Says it’s mostly bad news anyway. She likes those gardening magazines and knitting booklets. Neither of which were all that fun sounding for career options either. Kevin reads all the serious stuff. Economy, World News, I guess all of the stuff you would read.”

Tilting her head, she thought about it a little more. “I guess even if I didn’t believe in all the supernatural things, I still wanted to. I suppose that’s what made it so easy to talk back to a talking rug? Can’t imagine what would have happened if you were sold to some huffy-puffy old crone or something.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 8:23 AM

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“I would have escaped, then probably I would have either found and strangled Adelaide or I’d be floating somewhere around Elsewen, I suppose.” Elliot fiddled with his cufflinks. He sighed. “Maybe it was more than just good luck.”

“I never gave supernatural things any thought… even though sometimes I have sensed things, or so to speak. My father said it comes from my mother’s side. I don’t remember her, of course… but I have seen photos. What was your mother like? Is she Nancy’s sister or Kevin’s?”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 8:35 AM

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“Kevin’s and he went and married her best friend. Noel would always tease me and say he’d run off with one of my friends too.” Holly went silent, her fingers tightening on the wheel.

“Speaking of supernatural, your step-mother seems to be rather interesting. I think she might be a sorceress or witch. Not those bad kind either. I’ve heard my boss is a witch too, Kendal Davidson, you wanted to chase her the other day. I guess witches are rather common here in Elswen.” Holly had skillfully changed the subject again.

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 8:45 AM

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“So it would seem,” Elliot said. “I wonder why is that. Have you ever wondered if you have some sort of… power, too? I wouldn’t have thought so from Nancy, but Kevin did spare my fuzzy life. It may sound stereotypical, but maybe it runs stronger in women. Did your mother seem to sense things, sometimes?”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 8:55 AM

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“Jesus, she could have been one of Santa’s elves she was so weird. She loved Christmas, I mean really loved Christmas. I’m surprised my father isn’t Santa Claus or that we didn’t all have elf ears. All that glitter she’d toss around could have been faerie dust for all I know, and frankly, Elliot, I’m about two questions away from driving us in to a snow drift or reaching over and pulling your tie!” It started off sane enough, but by the end she was nearly growling at him! Blinking back threatening tears, she tried to keep her focus on the street and taking deep even breaths. She didn’t want him seeing her cry, and she didn’t want to pass out and kill them either!

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 8:58 AM

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Elliot searched his pockets and took out a linen handkerchief. It was one of those things his father had taught him; how to fold them perfectly and keep at least two because a fine gentleman always has a handkerchief. He carefully unfolded it and held it within Holly’s reach.

“Then perhaps we could stop by the road for an instant,” he softly said.

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 9:03 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853]Holly Roberts

“Stop by the road for an instant.” she mimicked, still growling at him. But Holly did pull over on the side of the road where there was a bend to keep them safely off the street. Turning off the engine, she snatched the handkerchief out of his hands and turned in her seat so her pack would be to him.

Still trying to breathe and not tear up, she only fussed with the hankie. Giving it an look. “…who even keeps these on them any more?”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 9:07 AM

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“I do. My father taught me,” Elliot said, simply.

He just watched her and waited. He did make sure he could protect his head if necessary, but he just waited there calmly. He knew what a delicate moment this was… and he just wanted to ease her pain.

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 9:27 AM

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It was a very nice hankie and would a shame to cry all over it. Holly folded it neatly in to one of those origami styled flower napkin shapes. After one escaping sniffle, she managed to return to her perfectly unemotional self and turn back around in her seat. She offered the hankie back to him.

“You ought to be careful. I might flip out and set you on fire.” she said, passing everything off as a joke as she seemed to have a habit of doing. Holly sat silent for a moment, leaning her head against the back of her chair. “Sometimes I think I’d have been better off dying too.” she admitted. “But I guess I’ve still got some sense.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 9:53 AM

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Elliot smiled faintly.

“You’ve got more than some sense,” he said in a low voice yet still perfectly audible in the silence inside the car. “When I was the rug and you started telling me about your family and asking who I was and who could I ask for help… I truly got to think my options were quite limited. I was completely helpless. The feeling began to numb out the world and when I was asleep… it was so restful, so peaceful. I wished I could just sleep and all my worries would disappear. I only vaguely knew it was dangerous, but when I was senseless I could feel no pain.”

Elliot stared ahead into the row of white trees nearby, lining along the road.

“I was something out of Hamlet’s soliloquy. To die, to sleep… no more; and by a sleep to say we end… the heartache, and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. But unlike him, I had no dreams.”

Elliot nibbled on his lip.

“I know something terrible happened to you; a great loss, an unspeakable one. However you lived, Holly. I wouldn’t have lived if you hadn’t shown me life is worth living when I was slipping away. You showed me, therefore I believe you know there is life to live… but you refuse to heal your wounds. I can’t say I can simply help you somehow, but I want to help you realize you are alive, too. I would like to give you hope, but what do I have? However… perhaps the season of hope could bring you the gift you need, if you would allow it to happen.”

Elliot bit his lip.

“Or you could just thwack me and keep on driving. I’m beginning to digress.” He absently looked for his second handkerchief.

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 10:19 AM

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“This season is nothing but a painful reminder of everything that’s missing. It’d be easier to ignore it altogether.” Holly sniffled again, this time not being able to stop herself from crying. She lift up the corner of her sleeve to wipe against her cheek, giving a shaky laugh.

“So I’m a bit broken. What will we do, sing carols and throw snowballs at kids? You’ve given me a wild ride already, I think I could try a few more days with you.” she was trying to laugh it off again, but coughed instead. That tightness in her chest and being unable to breathe! Holly leaned forward between sniffles rubbing her face with her sleeve again.

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 10:33 AM

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“Contrary to popular belief, it’s very difficult to get rid of me,” Elliot said, wiping his eyes with his second handkerchief. “I will only sing carols if you teach me.” He pocketed the handkerchief again, then turned to Holly. It was difficult to move, not only because he was tall but also because of all the stuff technology had dictated must be placed between an upset driver and an upset passenger.

“Please don’t thwack me,” he muttered, holding her. “Why exactly is my handkerchief a flower?”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 10:47 AM

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Thwacking him hadn’t crossed her mind when he reached out to hold her, but thwacking herself sure did. Resting her forehead on his shoulder, she snickered softly between wiping away tears before they fell on his fancy lawyer suit.

“I don’t sing very well, you might regret it.” she mumbled, only turning her head to peek one eye at the handkerchief flower. “Snow lilies are seasonal, aren’t they? Makes more sense than poinsettias. Poinsettias can’t even grow in the snow.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 11:04 AM

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Elliot nodded, resting his cheek on her hair, only a little. “People seem to favor poinsettias more, though. I like the color red… but I might like snow lilies, if you show me some of them.”

Elliot just held Holly, his eyes half-closed watching her to make sure she was actually breathing. He looked out of the window. It was getting darker. Elliot stroke her hair a little, smiling faintly.

“I am sorry but I will have to listen to you first in order to form my own opinion…”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 11:26 AM

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It should have been awkward sitting there like this with someone she had only actually seen just today. But it wasn’t, and more surprising was that he was comfortable. Enough to close her eyes and just talk about really stupid things she hadn’t talked about in a long time.

Holly leaned back finally, no more tears or sniffling to cast him a soft grin. “As long as you promise not to sue me later. …I’m glad Nancy found you.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 11:32 AM

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Elliot smiled at her, more warmly than he had smiled at anybody after his father’s death. She was smiling. That was excellent news.

“I won’t sue you, I promise,” he said. “I am glad she found me, too… However she might want a refund.”

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Divinatas – Dec 21, 2008 at 3:08 AM

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“Ugh.” Holly rolled her eyes leaning back in her seat again, but kept the smile. “I might as well get her a new rug. She was so excited about it. Although I’m not sure how I’m going to explain you to her. ‘Hey Nancy, I changed the rug back to a man so everything is cool now.’ I think she’ll cart me off to the funny farm.”

She tilted her head to glance at him again. “Where do you want me to take you? Back to Syrius?”

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Azul Morag – Dec 21, 2008 at 4:27 AM

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“I am not so sure about that,” Elliot replied. “I had thought perhaps I could meet your family. We don’t have to tell them about the rug, if you prefer not to tell them. Maybe ambush Lance before he ambushes your family. Then you can stay happily with your family and I go back to my step-mother’s house… but I guess I will miss you.”

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Divinatas – Dec 21, 2008 at 4:52 AM

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For a second there was a grim expression on her face at the thought of Lance and his empty stupidity. But then she cast him a side look.

Holly grinned rather wickedly as she leaned to rest her shoulder against his. “You’ll miiiiiss me? After I stomped all over you?” she teased, laughing softly. “If I have to have some holiday cheer, I’m sure not doing it alone. And I can’t leave you alone with Adelaide so soon. Who knows what crazy thing she might do.”

“Besides, we’re friends now, right? We can go out and have coffee and laugh at rugs from shop windows.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 21, 2008 at 5:23 AM

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A lopsided smirk curled Elliot’s lip.

“Yes, I am strange like that. I am assuming myself invited to your holiday cheer, then…” He nodded. “Adelaide is a danger to civilized society. I wonder what her friends may be like!”

“Yes, we are friends now…” Elliot poked softly the top of her head with two fingers. “But no laughing at rugs. One of them could start flying after us!”

Elliot blinked. A young deer had come out of nowhere in the snow and was ever so shyly peeking out of the window, leaving a trace of vapor as it sniffed the glass.

“This is a bad moment to mention this, but I am going to need a coat.”

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Divinatas – Dec 21, 2008 at 5:35 AM

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A deer of all things. They were outside of the city. Holly leaned over Elliot to press her hand against the window at the curious deer!

“We can stop by Syrius on the way home, unless you’d like to go shopping. I think we’ll get back in to town before all the businesses close.” she blinked. “…If I stop screwing around and get back to driving.” she muttered sheepishly. It was the first time in weeks she had sat still and relaxed. Strange it’d be in a car parked on the side of the road with a former rug.

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Azul Morag – Dec 21, 2008 at 5:57 AM

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Elliot nodded with a smile. “Perhaps we could go shopping. If I appear at Syrius right now they will try to keep me.” He watched the deer; it was sniffing the glass over Holly’s hand. “I wonder if it is sensing any scent at all through that glass. Anyway, we could also get some emergency gifts. Like a hatchet for my step-mother and a dress made from a sack of potatoes for Adelaide… and a rug for Nancy. Hopefully one that flies.”

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Divinatas – Dec 22, 2008 at 4:00 AM

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“Boy is Aunt Nancy going to be surprised.” Holly replied with a grin. Sitting back proper in her seat, she turned on the ignition, startling the deer back in to the woods. Holly turned back on to the road and continued back to the main city area of Elswen!

Having someone to actually talk to, the ride back in to the city didn’t seem to take as long as it did to get to Adelaide’s. Holly had to fight to find a parking space near the downtown shops, and the occasionally cursing under her breath was a testimony to her annoyance with crappy drivers!

Holly took a deep breath before climbing out of the car. “Well! I guess we get you a coat first so you don’t freeze to death!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 23, 2008 at 1:39 AM

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“Yes indeed,” Elliot replied with some teeth-chatter. His suit was a very good one but it was still just a suit, nonetheless. In a corner not so far there were some street musicians playing Let It Snow with an oboe, a percussionist and a guy with a portable electric organ. They seemed to be in their own little world (and certainly had not chattering teeth) as the crowds squeezed around them. Elliot smiled. “My fingers would be frozen long ago if I were a street musician…”

A wisp of snow swirled past. Elliot moved closer to Holly and raised his eyes. “That store! My father used to be a regular customer there.”

It was one of the uber-fancy yet small shops with a facade of polished oak around its door and a single glass window with a stylishly dressed mannequin in a blue suit, coat and the fluffliest red wool muffler in the world over a dark coat under a golden light that made the red muffler look wonderfully warm.

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Divinatas – Dec 23, 2008 at 2:34 AM

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Holly eyed the mannequin in the window for a moment, tapping her fingers against her mouth. As attractive as it was, she bet it cost a minifortune. Not that she didn’t enjoy nice clothes, but some things were just so ridiculously overpriced. Hrmph. Maybe she was just cheap.

Stepping in to the small shop first, she glanced around. Men’s clothing stores always looked so different! “It’s like a club for rich people in here.” she mused out loud.

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“Well, I sure hope they still hand out food,” Elliot muttered concealing it with a smile. “I am hungry.”

There were scattered black leather couches with tall, stylized floor lamps with paper lampshades and orderly displays. The clothes racks were fixed to the walls topped by shelves and more clothes racks. The were dressing booths in all corners and a very nice front desk with a golden lamp. There were not many people at the time. Elliot glanced around and approached an old gentleman just as a young salesman tried to approach Holly and he.

“Herr Schultz?”

The old gentleman turned and studied Elliot over wire-rimmed glasses with a fatherly yet dignified air for a few seconds.

“Goodness gracious, isn’t it Master Elliot,” the old gentleman said raising his eyebrows with a smile. “Chip off the old block, sir. It’s been a very long while.”

Elliot grinned.

“Yes, I was still a teenager I guess. Herr Schultz, this is my friend Ms. Roberts.”

The old gentleman nodded to Holly with a smile, not looking phased or curious in the slightest – a trusty mister.

“Herr Schultz, I need a coat. Maybe something like the one in the window? But of course I am open to suggestions.”

“Very well sir. Please take a seat. Will you care for a snack, sir? Maybe a drink?”

“YES, very much thank you.” Elliot beamed. Herr Schultz motioned to the young salesman still hovering at a prudent distance.

“Charles, the wine chart.” After another polite nod, Herr Schultz left them there. Elliot sighed.

“My father used to bring me here when I was a kid,” he explained. “However I hadn’t returned in a long time. Herr Schultz would make selections for my father when my father was too busy to come all the way here. Do you like the place?”

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Divinatas – Dec 27, 2008 at 1:53 AM

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There was a quirk at the corner of her mouth at Master Elliot, but Holly kept the amusing comments to herself. This little shop was quaint, old fashioned, and entirely all too interesting. She was surprised to find they actually served snacks in a store like this, and somehow the little old gentleman fit in so perfectly with the atmosphere that she would have been disappointed if it were some younger stuffy salesman.

Holly slowly sat down on one of the sofas, casting a look around once again at the place as Elliot asked her if she liked it. She nodded, quirking an amused smile. “Surprisingly, I do. I thought maybe it’d be all weird and stuffy, but it’s weirdly comfortable for a shop.”

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Elliot grinned. He took a seat on the couch as well.

“It’s a very good shop. There’s branches in all the main cities, but the style is very similar to this one. This is the very one from which Herr Schultz started his business after WW2. Friends to friends advertising; former soldiers that made fortune and eventually became a brand name. At least that’s what my father told me, then it grew up into this.”

He sighed, but smiled again.

“People were more resilient back then, I think. But well, back to plan: do you think a hatchet with a red bow for my stepmother would be too extreme?”

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Divinatas – Dec 28, 2008 at 8:29 AM

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Holly looked like she was seriously considering the hatchet before she half-smirked and shook her head slowly. “I don’t know. It might give Adelaide some crazy ideas.”

Tilting her head, Holly tried to think of what might be appropriate for his step mother. A woman he hardly knew at all, but clearly cared enough to break a curse on him. …She was probably a witch. Of course, getting her a book of spells or crystals might not be classy either!

Looking sheepishly, and opting not to share her thoughts, she shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe one of those electric shock collars she can put on Adelaide.”

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Elliot snickered. “That may work,” he muttered rather mischievously as he studied the wine chart Charles handed over to him before giving another one to Holly. The chart had a list of select wines, liquors and some cocktails, a few snacks and desserts, and a list of hot and cold beverages.

Herr Schultz came back pushing a little rack with a few coats on it. It was a bronze rack in Art Deco design, actually. The coats ranged from a sportsman-esque padded coat filled with fine feathers, passing by a rugged-looking leather coats, a thigh-length double breasted suede coat to a long, semi-tailored coat with thick layers of wool fabric that looked like a comic book villain’s coat.

“Here we are, Master Elliot,” Herr Schultz said with a small yet warm gentlemanly smile.

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Divinatas – Dec 29, 2008 at 5:09 AM

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Holly was expected maybe one or two things to drink and a snack or two. This was practically restaurant service. Eying the rack of coats Herr Schultz wheeled in, Holly hid the smirk on her face with the wine chart. Trying to picture Master Elliot in a few of them was giving some pretty amusing mental images. Especially the evil villain coat. With a Christmas rug cape.

Coughing, she lowered the menu, attempting to put on her usual impassive expression. No deviousness. “What do you think about Hot Chocolate and Biker Heir Leather?”

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“Thank you Herr Schultz…” He rose from the sofa to examine the coats as Holly spoke.

“Biker Heir Leather?” Elliot repeated with a blink. “Now wouldn’t that make Nancy want to beat me with a stick.”

He examined the coats.

“Bailey’s hot chocolate sounds great to me.” He examined each coat feigning indecision and bit his lip to prevent a smile as he waited for her next comment…

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Divinatas – Jan 19, 2009 at 6:45 PM

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“I think Nancy has a weakness for bad boys. Look how Uncle Kevin is.” Holly replied with a smirk. She tilted her head to eye the coats again, tapping her chin with some thought.

“Although, you could try the wool one if you’d like to look like a real villain. Wear it to visit Adelaide and bring her a chainsaw. I think she might go running in terror.”

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Elliot was smirking.

“I like that idea. Let’s see.” He took the wool coat from the perch and slid it easily on his broad shoulders. It was a perfect fit. Elliot adjusted the coat over his fine suit and flexed his arm to make sure the sleeve length was correct. It was. The coat was lightly tailored in a favoring way and when closed it made a sort of stylized, almost triangular shape from shoulders down, just like a comic book villain’s coat. Elliot, still smirking, raised an eyebrow and the effect was complete!

“I might need a hat and a shotgun to go with this,” he muttered. “So. What do you think, Holly?”

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Divinatas – Mar 25, 2009 at 8:47 AM

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The effect was all too perfect. It was impossible for Holly to repress the loud cackle of laughter! Mister Evil Businessman could really look the evil villain part. Holly might’ve forgave him for being a wicked rug, but she sure didn’t forget!

Coughing again to still her snickering, Holly shook her head. “No… I don’t think that is the one. Too wicked, for sure. I really like the long suede one, actually.” She leaned to point a finger and the double-breasted thigh length coat still on the rack behind him. “It looks attractive and suede always feels nice to touch.”

Not that she was planning to be touching him, but now the though was in her head and she gave a peculiar expression.

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Elliot looked somewhat disappointed and very much amused at her reaction. He dusted one of the sleeves with a couple brisk flicks of his hand.

“No…? I might like looking wicked, specially now that Adelaide is going to be around more often.” He smirked and watched Holly’s curious expression for a couple of seconds. “But well, I can try the suede one and see.”

Elliot removed the wool coat, which Herr Schultz replaced onto a hanger and to the rack after handing over the double-breasted suede coat. It was a lush suede with mink lining and smart double-breasted tailoring. A buckled belt to cinch the very nice fit on Elliot’s body.

“So? Do I look less wicked in this one?” He asked with a ‘I know I will look evil in any of these’ somewhat smug look written allover his face.

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Divinatas – Mar 25, 2009 at 11:02 PM

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Snapping herself back to attention, she looked him over twirling a finger to have him turn around so she could get the full effect. It fell very nice, making him look a lot like those fashion models in magazines. The suit he wore added to it, and she wondered if everything he owned was so perfectly tailored.

At his smug expression, Holly couldn’t help but grin. “Just barely. We might want to paint your face with reindeer and Santa for a more friendly look.” she joked. “I like it.” Holly finally said. Although, she could still imagine him bringing a shotgun over to Adelaide’s and possibly laughing like a grinch!

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Elliot couldn’t help but to laugh. He dug his hands in the coat’s pockets with a wicked grin.

“I’ll go by your judgement,” he impulsively said. “We must hurry after all.” Elliot turned to Herr Schultz with a smile.

“Herr Schultz, thanks for your recommendation… I’ll buy this one. I’d like to wear it right away.”

Herr Schultz gave an approving nod.

“Very well, Master Elliot. Would you please take it off for us to remove the tags.”

“Yes, of course.” Elliot slid the coat off and when handing it over he barely muttered so that Herr Schultz could see his lips moving, ‘The wool one, too; to the office.’

Herr Schultz just nodded in complicity and had the young clerk wheel the rack away. Elliot turned to Holly with a mischievous and ever-so-slightly guilty smile.

“Oh, my Bailey’s hot chocolate.” He picked his mug from a tray set next to their sofa and sipped, smiling into the mug.

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Divinatas – Mar 26, 2009 at 9:35 AM

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Holly had picked up her mug too, pleased with how nice and warm it was in her hands. “You told him told him to get the evil villain coat too, didn’t you.” she said, hiding her amused grin behind the mug as she took a sip. She hadn’t heard what he mumbled, but by the way he moved and that look on his face now… Holly was observant.

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Elliot almost choked on his Bailey’s chocolate; he cast her a look of impish surprise and laughed again. He held his breath for an instant as if trying to find the words to explain himself, but just had to snicker trying not to laugh again.

“Well… it’s a nice coat after all,” he finally said. “Besides, I might like looking like a villain sometimes… How’d you…?” Elliot didn’t finish the question; he was smirking. “If Adelaide will be around often AND will bring her friends, then I definitely will put that coat to good use later on.”

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Divinatas – Mar 26, 2009 at 6:51 PM

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Holly didn’t need to explain how she figured it out. He was fancy evil lawyer tycoon. Every lawyer should know how to weasel, after all he did plenty of urging her to blabber things on the way here.

It was nice to hear that he was actually planning ahead for time with Adelaide, even if it came in the form of being wicked. Holly leaned back on the sofa, wincing at the twinge of sore pain. She was rather glad he wasn’t a rug anymore. Had she fought with him anymore she might’ve ended up with something broken.

“I think you’re going to be startling enough for Nancy and Kevin without looking like some official come to take me away to the funny-house.” she said with a wide grin.

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Elliot spied her wincing over his mug and after a second of concern he suddenly realized why she seemed sore. His smirking turned into a wicked grin.

“Extreme violence must be tiring,” he commented. “Why, I am surprised I don’t have a headache yet.” Elliot leaned back against the sofa and watched Holly, critically. “I have to wonder how dangerous is your line of work!”

“As long as she doesn’t dot on me and call me a lucky charm again, I think it’ll be safe. But seriously… What will we tell them?” Elliot eyed his empty mug. “I suppose they are worried right now.”

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Divinatas – Mar 27, 2009 at 5:10 AM

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Holly looked entirely unamused at his teasing. Did he forget he practically tried to kill her? As far as she was first concerned, he was some kind of demon!

Actually, he could still be a demon with his love of evil villain coats and ingenious torture for Adelaide!

Her sour looked vanished to something more guilty. She had completely forgotten about the time, and she left the house long before anyone else was awake. Holly couldn’t even remember if she left them a note! Groaning, she set aside her cup and quickly rose to her feet, despite the protest of her body.

“I’ll be lucky if Nancy hasn’t called the police for me yet! We better get going quick. I’ll think of something clever on the way there.”

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Elliot seemed quite unrepentant despite her sour look. If any, he only seemed slightly wary but still quite amused.

“As you wish, madame,” he replied, getting on his feet and heading for the counter. Herr Schultz welcomed him with a gentlemanly smile.

“Everything has been taken care of, Master Elliot. Shall I charge your tab or do you prefer to use credit?”

“The tab will be fine. Thanks Herr Schultz! I am glad I came here today. Merry Christmas.”

The young clerk aided Elliot into his coat just like a valet would under Herr Schultz’s watchful gaze. Herr Schultz then handed Elliot a small and chic paper bag with the logo of the store.

“Merry Christmas, Master Elliot,” he said. Elliot blinked. He paused for an instant before taking the bag; he seemed both mystified and touched. The old gentleman smiled. He gave Holly another paper bag with a smile. “Merry Christmas, Ms. Roberts.”

“I shall see you to the door.”

Herr Schultz accompanied them to the front door.

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Divinatas – Mar 27, 2009 at 9:23 AM

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“Um, thank you.” Holly said upon receiving the small bag. She was a bit surprised at the unexpected gesture! Herr Schultz accompanied them to there door, where she nodded and smiled a goodbye before stepping out in to the cold December air.

Holly held up the bag to shake it carefully, curious about the contents! She rather wanted to open it now, but there was the thought in the back of her head saying ‘Don’t ruin the surprise!’. A slight scoff escaped her – it’s not as if she cared about Christmas surprises anyway!

“…Are you going to open yours?” she asked Elliot.
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As they neared the car, Elliot blinked.

“I didn’t say thank you,” he absently muttered. He nibbled on his lip and took a few seconds to answer to Holly’s question. “Maybe… it would be fine. Do you want to open yours now…?”

He stared at the bag.

“It’s curious. I just thought… I wonder… where am I supposed to open this?”

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Divinatas – Mar 27, 2009 at 9:41 AM

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The man looked about as mystified as she did about getting the present. …but at least it made sense for herself to be confused! Didn’t he get presents at all? Holly stopped at the car, blowing her hair out of her face with slight impatience.

“For Christ’s sake. Open it now! It doesn’t say ‘Wait till Xmas’, or you’d have to wait until Christmas morning.” she responded, opening her own bag just a bit so she could take a peek inside.

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Elliot nibbled on his lip a little.

“I suppose it’d be fine,” he said. Elliot removed the paper seal on the bag and opened it. Inside there was a linen pouch tied with a red bow on crushed chiffon paper. Elliot removed the bow and opened the pouch. He smiled a bit. “Maybe he saw us coming after all.” he said, pulling out the fluffy red muffler they saw on the store window earlier. When he unrolled it, it seemed to double its size on the pouch; it was a very warm and intense red to orange color. An envelope slipped out. Elliot caught it before it fell all the way to the sidewalk.

“Will you unlock the doors? It’s snowing again…” He folded the muffler in half to put it on all while trying to peek into the envelope.

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Divinatas – Mar 27, 2009 at 8:14 PM

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It was a nice color for him. She watched a moment until he asked her to unlock the doors. Holly shook her head, tucking her own bag under her arm so she could dig out her keys and unlock her door. She slid in to the car, leaning over to the passenger’s side to unlock it and push the door open for Elliot. Then she was turning the key in the ignition to rev up the engine and get the heat running.

“What’s the note?” she asked. “A Christmas card from Herr Schultz?”

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Elliot slid into his seat and closed the door before fixing his seat belt. The muffler was as warm as it looked; definitely he had been needing both the coat and the muffler – and it was snowing again, even! He fiddled with the envelope.

“I suppose it is…” He pulled out a pretty card in soft brown and gold colors with fluid blue ink script. “Season Greetings from Harvey Schultz and Family. There is a note, too… Merry Christmas to Mister Graham the young from a family friend. I meant to give you thi…” Elliot stopped reading aloud. He read in silence for a moment, then looked into the envelope again and found a photo. It was kind of yellow and slightly battered. Elliot stared at it for a long instant.

“Guess who is this,” he said with a lopsided smile handing the photo over to Holly. Elliot’s eyes were wet but it was hard to tell because he looked down. The photo showed the shop they had just left, which had not changed much at all and looked as vintage in picture as in person. There was a gentleman trying on a pair of boots with a child sitting at his feet on the carpet with what seemed to be a wooden toy train. The gentleman was smiling – well, more like smirking – at the camera; he was a blond version of Elliot with a definite Machiavellian air. The kid had dark hair and apparently all his teeth from the grin her had on his face.

“I am not sure I remember when was it taken…” Elliot muttered.

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Divinatas – Mar 29, 2009 at 9:16 AM

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Holly had been watching him as he red and then went silent in the middle. There went that Mister Mean facade. It was a shame he had never shown himself to Adelaide before. He might not have ended up a Christmas rug!

She reached out to test the softness of that red muffler when he showed her the picture. Holly laughed softly! “Well there is a goofy grinning grin. That’s you, I assume. And your father?”

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Elliot smiled, a bit sadly. Looking down, he didn’t notice she had reached out to touch his muffler but he saw her fingers move back when she took the photo. Distracted by emotion, he didn’t think about it at the moment. Elliot smile lingered on his lips with its hue of melancholy.

“Yes, that is me. That train was really something; it worked with steam, it had a real engine…” He paused. “Yes, that is my father.”

Elliot straightened his back, pulling himself back against his seat. His eyes were wet and his face was calm with a sort of resignation despite the tense line of his jaw spoke of held back emotion. He tried to smile but failed miserably.

“Some people say,” he said at length, “that I look like him. Maybe it’s more about similar lifestyle than anything else.” He fiddled trying to further choke the pain and reached for his wallet. Slowly, Elliot opened the wallet and pulled out his cellphone. After fiddling with the menu, he handed it over to Holly.

“That’s my mother. I scanned the photo years ago.”

Well, the reason for his black hair and olive skin were in that photo; a beautiful lady with Italy written allover her, in a traditional Italian dress with a suspiciously way too scenic background.

“It’s from a poster,” Elliot explained. “She was an opera singer.” Now that the car was warmer (well, maybe he was the one that was warmer), he loosened the muffler a little.

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Divinatas – Mar 31, 2009 at 3:03 AM

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“Wow.” Holly held up both the picture and the phone so she could look between the two. It was true that the majority of his looks came from his mother. But there was a presence about him that was his father.

“I can see why your dad would take you to the Opera, now. He probably wanted to feel close to her even though she was gone.” she said slowly. Holly would have liked to talk about it a little more, but it was bringing up uncomfortable feelings about her own parents. She didn’t want to go there right now.

Holy handed him the picture and the phone back, before returning to the wheel. She pulled them out of the parking space and was heading for home! Nancy and Kevin really were going to be surprised.

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“Yes, you are probably right,” Elliot quietly said, carefully putting away his memories. He slid card and photo back into the envelope, then put his cellphone into his wallet and back into his pocket. He watched the streets as she drove.

“When I was a rug I couldn’t see anything more than shadows, not even shapes. It’s strange somehow, to see and hear clearly again.” He commented. He eyed Holly a little, noting she seemed pensive. “Maybe I should take something to your house. That way Nancy would have her hands busy and I’d be safer.”

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Divinatas – Mar 31, 2009 at 3:35 AM

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Holly laughed at the thought! “If you think you can distract Nancy, you’ve got another thing coming. On the bright side, Kevin will probably be able to protect you most of the time.” Holly was still debating how much she would try to spare him. …Would he want to stay long?

She cast him a curious look out of the corner of her eye. “Did you feel anything as a rug? All of that abuse? Half of which you deserved, by the way. I think I have a million bruises.”

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Azul Morag – Mar 31, 2009 at 4:33 AM

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Elliot had a fierce smile. “Let’s not go there,” he said. “Yes, the keenest sense I had if not the only one, was Touch, then Hearing.”

He eyed her and his fierce smile turned into a mix of a smirk of amusement and bared teeth. The glint in his eyes was somewhere between mischievous and accusing.

“You are pretty strong, aren’t you? I think I lost consciousness a couple of times there.”

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Divinatas – Mar 31, 2009 at 4:44 AM

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“You didn’t.” Holly replied, sounding a little startled maybe even apologetic. But when she cast him a quick glance, there was that mischievous look on his face. He was grinning with teeth at her! What a wicked face!

She quickly hid that apologetic look, taking on the more haughty expression. “I am pretty dangerous, being completely mad at all. So you better keep that in mind next time you get the idea to strangle me.” Holly suddenly grinned. “Or steal a Christmas tree and get me blamed for it.”

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Azul Morag – Mar 31, 2009 at 4:53 AM

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“I will keep it in mind,” Elliot replied. “Why, I don’t think I could ever forget it!”

He didn’t seem to be angry, though. He was still smirking and eying her with that mischievous to accusing look.

“Besides, how was I supposed to escape being pinned under the Christmas tree? If I’d shake it off me, it would have been quite noticeable! By the way, what IS in those boxes, the whole lot weighed a ton! I think I have a couple of burns from sparks, too. Being a rug is pretty tough. I don’t recommend you to try it.”

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Divinatas – Mar 31, 2009 at 5:08 AM

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“I’ll try to stay on Adelaide’s good side.” she replied. Holly tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. She really had no idea what was in the those boxes. Telling Nancy she was boycotting Christmas obviously hadn’t worked out at all, so it was probably presents to and from family. She had refused to do any shopping herself, and the first time she had left the house all vacation was to try and get rid of a demonic rug.

“Presents tend to be surprises.” she said, casting him another side glance. Holly pulled the car up in to her parking spot at the house and turned off the engine. She took in a deep breath and grinned! “You’ll have to behave when I take you inside. No shark circling, flashing lights or anything.”

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Azul Morag – Mar 31, 2009 at 5:22 AM

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“… As long as I don’t have to go under the Christmas tree again,” Elliot replied, almost defensively. “I am thinking I should bring something neutral and large, like a basket of fruits and wine. If anything happens, apples make good projectiles.” He smirked again.

“I don’t think Mrs. Adelaide with allow her daughter to do any more practice… in a while, at least. I didn’t know those details… yet my father described her as spiritual, once.” Elliot spent a couple of seconds worrying and thinking. He abruptly snapped out of it. He looked at Holly.

“Would you like to shop for your family before we go into your house?”

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Divinatas – Apr 2, 2009 at 4:32 AM

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“Absolutely not.” Holly said quickly. Just because she was willing to help him get reacquainted with his family (as he very well needed to do unless he wanted to be a rug again), didn’t mean she wasn’t still boycotting Christmas. With a huff, Holly stepped out of the car!

“I am going to remain the Christmas Grinch, or everyone is going to think I went out and smoked a crackpipe.” Of course that was over exagerating, but she looked crazy enough as it was. A sudden changed of heart was only going to look like another psycho moodswing.

Holly jumped over a spot of ice on the sidewalk and headed for the door!

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Azul Morag – Apr 2, 2009 at 4:43 AM

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“But I didn’t bring anything!”

The car door slammed so Elliot highly doubted she heard him, and even if she did he didn’t think she’d change her mind. Feeling uncomfortably at disadvantage, Elliot got out of the car and followed her. It was going to be strange, he reckoned. It wasn’t like she could give any warning, he was like a head taller than her and being behind her wasn’t exactly being kept out of sight in any way.

“Holly…”

He followed her to the door.

“I honestly think it would have been better if I brought something. At least for safety!”

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Divinatas – Apr 2, 2009 at 4:56 AM

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Holly paused with her hand on the door turn around and look at him incredulously! “For safety? From what?” She vaguely recalled him calling her a witch, he may as well thought he needed a sacrifice to keep from getting mauled.

Holly smirked. “I read in a magazine that those who bring gifts are just using them to hide behind.” it wasn’t true. Well, she did read it, but the notion was probably made up. “Besides, if you come baring gifts they’ll think you’re my boyfriend or something.”

It was too late to argue, as before Holly could open the door herself – it swung open!

“HOLLY! My god, I was so worried!” Aunt Nancy practically tackled her as she flung her arms around Holly and squeeze for dear life. “You weren’t here when I woke up, and you didn’t even leave a note! Goodness gracious, it’s been all day, surely you have ca- Oh my! Who is this handsome gentleman?”

Aunt Nancy released Holly none too soon! Holly coughed for breath. “This is-”

“Silly me, we can’t have you standing outside in the cold like this. Come inside!” Nancy wasn’t taking no as an answer as she shuffled them both in the house. Immediately she was trying to take Elliot’s coat. “A guest of Holly’s is always welcome! I’m her Aunt Nancy. I’ll make us up some nice hot chocolate, or would you prefer some spiced apple cider? You know I didn’t even catch you name!”

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Elliot was a bit startled by Nancy’s effusive welcome, specially after she tried to burn him alive in the backyard! After Nancy practically shook him out of his coat, Elliot was sorely tempted to tell her he was her ‘adorable little thing,’ her ‘good luck charm.’

Goodness gracious, he was glad he was not a rug anymore. Elliot managed to give a most charming smile (probably this was part of his lawyerly skills anyway).

“Thank you Ms. Nancy,” he said with a nod. Holly did say Nancy was not an avid newspaper reader, so he saw no point in being shy… yet the words ‘I am the rug you bought’ did cross his mind and a mischievous glint flashed in his eyes for less than a second. “My name is Elliot Graham. It’s nice to meet you – I have heard a lot about you.”

He accompanied those words with what seemed to be a harmless smile.

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Divinatas – Apr 2, 2009 at 6:44 AM

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“Aren’t you a handsome one! Holly, you really should have called and told us you were bringing home such a charming guest.” With a girlish giggle, Nancy was taking Elliot by the arm to lead him in to the living room.

Uncle Kevin was sitting there in his chair, having remained silent, but curious. He stood to shake Elliot’s hand and cast Holly a curious look! “We really weren’t expecting company, but glad to have it all the same. I’m Nancy’s husband Kevin.”

Holly was giving Elliot the watchful eye – especially with that harmless smile. There was a look on his face, though very subtle, that reeked of trouble! On the bright side, he already knew she was a violent maniac and threatened men with fire pokers. Holly grinned sheepishly at Uncle Kevin.

“Elliot, uh… owned the rug. So he is here to thank you for letting me take it back. His sister in law wasn’t supposed to sell it.” Holly explained.

“Then I’m glad we didn’t let Nancy chuck it in the fire.” said Kevin.

Aunt Nancy gasped, looking very much embarrassed as she snatched Kevin by the arm. “Really, Kevin! Don’t say things like that. Now, Holly you make sure Elliot is nice and comfortable. Kevin, you help me in the kitchen with some drinks!” She drug Kevin away!

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Azul Morag – Apr 2, 2009 at 8:27 AM

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As soon as Nancy and Kevin disappeared in the kitchen, a persistent twitch began to quirk Elliot’s harmless smile into his usual Machiavellian smirk. He tried to keep it at bay, though!

“Well, well – I have to admit that was nicer than I expected. Thanks again for giving my dear rug back to me,” he said low enough not to be heard by the couple busy in the kitchen. He grinned and looked around. “I somehow expected it to be smaller. I could navigate your living room with my eyes closed, I am sure.”

Elliot made his way to the fireplace and stayed still for an instant, watching the Christmas tree twinkling in the corner with it’s profusion of wrapped boxes under it. He held his lower lip with his quite nice teeth, but he was smiling albeit a little wistfully.

“I wonder how much does the whole lot actually weigh.”

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Divinatas – Apr 2, 2009 at 7:35 PM

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“Probably a wee less than I do. But you could always lie on the floor while I pile stuff on top of you.” Holly replied with a cheeky grin. That would be a scene to remember.

Holly moved around the stop to stop near the fireplace. She gestured vaguly at the pictures there. “Since you showed me yours, I think it’s only fair. Mind you, they aren’t quite as picturesque.” she muttered.

On the fireplace, surrounded by little Christmas houses, pieces of holly, and tinsel there were tons of framed photographs. There was a cute photo of Nancy kissing Kevin on the cheek. A picture of a little girl in a baseball uniform with a bat leaning on her shoulder, casting a grin that could only of been Holly. Another picture of a teenage Holly looking unamused and unfazed at a young man dangling a lizard on a stick at her. Various pictures of random family members and moments.

Holly finally pointed to one neat the end. It looked almost recent. “That is my favorite. It was our boat.” The boat looked a bit old, but well maintained. There was Holly and her brother in the front both posing dangerously, and her parents standing in the back. They were all dressed like pirates. “…It was an event, mind you, that’s what the pirate stuff was about. A boat race.”

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Elliot’s lip curled into a lopsided smirk.

“To tell you the truth, I never imagined I would ever be found under someone’s Christmas tree. I am thinking one time got to be enough. Do you know how difficult it actually is to unplug those lights using a bunch of tassels? And don’t get me started about balancing the tree without dropping it.”

He turned and went to the fireplace to see the photographs on the mantelpiece.

‘Good God, she can handle a bat,’ was the first thing he actually thought when he saw the photos. He spied the firepoker from the corner of his eye, half-jokingly in case she would be watching him. Still smirking, he surveyed the photos and his smirk dissolved into a faint smile. He recognized Nancy and Kevin, and Holly. Elliot looked at the photos of her brother and parents, specially the one in pirate gear on that well-used boat. He nibbled on his lip and wondered for once, what was it like to have a family like this. They looked happy enough. Elliot suddenly got a wider view of Holly’s grief. Elliot did not regret his own family of one, considering his mother died at childbirth and how his father had worked really hard to make up to Elliot because of the fact that it was only the two of them. He felt a rather familiar pressure on the bridge of his nose and a lump in his throat.

With the pragmatism of an old habit, he shifted his attention to the lizard dangling on a stick in one of the photos; it was ugly enough to shift his thoughts elsewhere. He did note younger Holly’s unimpressed look. She had been like that even from before the tragedy, he reckoned. Heck, she had been unimpressed of a flying rug. Elliot dimly realized too, she seemed to be unimpressed with him, too and he found it strangely refreshing.

“Beautiful photos,” he said. “I like the lizard… But honestly, it’s a bunch of happiness you got there. It’s wonderful.”

With sudden inspiration, he checked again. No, Lance was not in the blurry background of any of the photos. That was good. Calculating his eyes were dry again, he turned and smiled.

“Did you have to attack other boats and board them during this event?”

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Divinatas – Apr 4, 2009 at 4:10 AM

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“Yeah. A lot of happiness.” she went silent for a moment. Looking at the pictures with a distant sort of expression. There was that dull ache in her chest again, but she was trying to ignore it.

“We didn’t have to attack other boats. Didn’t stop us from doing it, though. Gave a couple of people a good fright a few times. No one really expects their boat to get invaded these days.” That was probably the best summer of her life. And it was never going to happen again.

Holly turned away from the fireplace to move and sit on the sofa. She rubbed her chest absently, looking for a quick change of subject! “You were gone for a few days, I bet there’s a lot of people worried about where you are.”

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Elliot clasped his hands behind his back, his back to the fireplace.

“I see,” he observed with that mischievous glint in his eyes. “I would have loved to be there.”

He suddenly jerked away from the chimney but quickly regained his composure yet that didn’t keep him from biting one of his knuckles where a spark had quite unexpectedly landed. With a slight frown, he dropped himself on the other side of the couch with his knuckle between his teeth.

“What a fierce household,” he observed in a low voice. He quickly noticed though that she was not looking well but her question came back to mind. Watching her, he shook his head once.

“I don’t think so,” he flatly answered. “I had finished a substantial amount of work ahead of schedule. My secretary will have dosed it to the stockholders so I doubt anyone is worried. Besides. Nobody sees me on an everyday basis as to notice I was gone, except my staff.”

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Divinatas – Apr 4, 2009 at 5:12 AM

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There was a faint grin as he jumped and called the household fierce, but she squelched that away quick. As he sat down, she was getting up to move across the room. She stopped and rummaged through a small table drawer.

“I think more people notice you’re missing than you think. I doubt there’s more than one missing oil tycoon, and Lance was pissy as hell when he thought I was scooping his story.” she smirked at that. Lance had his story right in front of him and had no idea.

Finding what she wanted, she walked back to the sofa and plopped down next to Elliot. She took his hand, eying the small burn critically before shaking a small can she had fetched from the drawer. A few quick sprays and he was good and germ free, with that added cooling bonus of medication.

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“Damn.” Elliot hissed quietly while she was still rummaging at the small table drawer. He had forgotten that detail, which very well meant the company detectives were out looking for him or worse, the police.

“Oh well, I just used a credit card,” he muttered. “They know I am around or at least, that my credit card is. Herr Schultz won’t give me away, though.”

He watched curiously as Holly disinfected his burn and a slow smile appeared on his face.

“Thank you for not washing the rug.”

He just couldn’t help himself.

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Divinatas – Apr 4, 2009 at 6:35 AM

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There was a confused look on her face for a moment, until she realized what he meant. Holly burst out laughing! “Now that I think about, there’s probably a lot of worse things that could have happened to you as a rug. Vacuuming, or getting the dust beat out of you… Nancy likes taking her rugs outside to beat on them that good old fashioned way.”

“Oh, Holly! It’s so nice to hear you laughing!” Speaking of Nancy, she bustled out bright and cheery as ever with a big tray of goodies. Setting it down on the coffee table, she was quickly passing a cup of hot apple cider in to Elliot’s hands! “I couldn’t decide the best sort of snacks, so I have here some cookies, a few scones, and some fresh fruit! You know, Kevin has a greenhouse out back, he’s so darn proud of the thing. He has his vegetables and fruits all year long!”

Kevin had returned as well, looking a bit apologetic about Nancy’s constant chatting and embarrassed when she brought up his greenhouse. “Nancy… sit down a minute.” Kevin prodded the woman to take a seat, and he himself sat in his favorite chair. Giving Nancy a warning look before she prattled on again, he was picking up a cookie from the tray to nibble.

“Now then, Mr. Graham. Your named sounds a bit familiar, where do you work?” Kevin asked.

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Holly was laughing. That was nicer than expected. Elliot took an appreciative sip from the cup of hot apple cider and his eyes dilated slightly, looking a slightly lighter shade of green.

“Thank you Mrs. Nancy… It’s very good.”

Then the grilling began – he just knew it instinctively and got slightly worried. No reason to worry, right? It’s not like being an oil tycoon and a former rug is a crime of some sort.

“I work in a family business,” he said with a nod. “I started as a lawyer for my father some years ago and after he passed away I formally took the reins of the company. When people hear ‘lawyer’ they tend to think I am a criminologist,” he eyed Holly meaningfully, “but I am specialized in Commerce. I have a PhD. in international business law.”

He still didn’t say -where- he worked, but for some reason he preferred to let that slip. It was childish he knew it, but if anyone was aware of the invisible barrier his name creates around him that was Elliot Graham-Parker.

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Divinatas – Apr 7, 2009 at 8:25 AM

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“Sounds like a very solid job. Busy as well, I’d imagine.” Uncle Kevin replied, satisfied with the answer.

Nancy was sitting on the edge of her seat, though, and was very interested in hearing more. “Oh dear, that IS very impressive for a man so young. Your own business even. Now, Kevin and I are retired and we often do a bit of silly homemade things for extra money here and there. But our Holly just got an internship at The Chronicle! Has she told you about that? It’s such a neat little newspaper, probably the most read one in Elswen.”

Holly didn’t look at all uncomfortable as Nancy prattled on, though she did cast the older women an exasperated expression. The woman was acting like Holly just brought home a new boyfriend and not some stranger she had just met. …Regardless of how interesting said stranger was even when he was not a rug!

“What are your plans for Christmas, Elliot? We would be so happy to have an extra guest if you would like to stay!” asked Nancy.
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“Thank you,” Elliot said with a nod. “Yes, it’s quite a busy job. It has its moments, though.”

Elliot flashed that wicked smile again.

“The Chronicle does seem to be an interesting read,” he said. “I don’t have a subscription yet but I definitely am going to need one.”

“I would love to stay, but my stepmother has a Christmas dinner, too. I promised to attend.” He ate a cookie. It was good. He sipped more apple cider and decided he likes it.

“This cookies are delicious,” he observed. “Are they homemade?” Elliot took another cookie and briefly eyed Holly with a mischievous air.

“Can you bake cookies like this?” He asked.

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Divinatas – Apr 7, 2009 at 5:57 PM

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“Oh, that’s too bad. Holly would ha-”

Holly was going to escort Elliot to said Christmas dinner.” Holly said quickly. …and then regretted mentioning it so soon! Nancy looked surprised, then all too pleased, and now Holly wasn’t going to hear the end of it. How was she supposed to explain it was only to make sure Elliot didn’t strangle his little sister, and to save him from any more rogue rug-spells?

“Really! That’s wonderful! Holly can take some of those cookies over. There are homemade, I’m so glad you like them. Holly helped make all of the Christmas treats this year.” chattered Nancy.

Elliot was giving that mischievous look. Holly returned it with a perfectly innocent grin. “I did help. Instead of setting people on fire, I decided to poison cookies.”

Kevin choked on his cider with a snicker, but at Nancy’s horrified look, he quickly subdued himself.

“Nancy, I was kidding…”

“Well, sweetie, I know that, but you’re going to give your poor guest a heart attack!” Nancy finally replied, now looking a little less disturbed!

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Elliot would have laughed but prudently kept a hold of himself. After all, the firepoker was but a few feet away from them. He took another sip from his cup mainly to hide a mischievous grin.

“Thank you Mrs. Nancy,” Elliot said. “My stepmother will love your cookies, I am sure. There’s such a magical taste to them.” He flashed that harmless smile again, eying Holly for less than a second. “Thankfully, of the safe sort.”

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Divinatas – Apr 10, 2009 at 6:14 AM

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Nancy laughed softly at the joke, glancing between Elliot and Holly. “So charming, Are you sin-”

“Nancy, I think it’s time for us to get to bed.” interrupted Uncle Kevin quickly! He rose from his chair, holding out a hand so no one else would get up. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Graham. You’re welcome to come by for another visit any time. Come on now, Nancy.” Kevin was quickly ushering away Nancy before she could sputter anything else out but a quick ‘Goodbye!’

Holly waited until they were gone before she gave a wide grin. “She was about to ask if you were single, and then proceed to tell you how amazing I am. Again. Then later this week she’d probably invite you over without me knowing for an ambush date.”

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Elliot cast her a fake and exaggerated look of amazement.

“If that’s the case you’d do well in calling them back – I do have to wonder what could possibly be any more amazing about you than the things I’ve known in the past days. I would really like to know that.”

He flashed a mischievous grin and plucked another cookie from the plate.

“If -I- were to tell them instead, they would not believe me.”

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Divinatas – Apr 10, 2009 at 7:32 AM

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“I don’t think I’ll ever top talking to a rug. There’s that certain line of crazy you cross and can’t come back from.” Holly was grinning as she leaned back and got comfortable. Now, no longer having to worry about Nancy doing any more prodding, no fears of sending back demonic rugs, or time limits for breaking spells. It was surprisingly easy to relax, despite that aching in her muscles from a few days of weirdness.

When Holly realized she was falling asleep, she sat forward again rubbing her eyes. “I better take you home before you end up having to spend another night here.” she said with a grin. “You can come and pick me up tomorrow when you’re ready for another strange day at Adelaide’s.”

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Azul Morag – Apr 10, 2009 at 7:48 AM

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Elliot eyed her, yet more amused than anything else.

“You are falling asleep,” he replied. “I couldn’t let you fall asleep driving back here. I could take a taxi back to… Hm. I have an apartment somewhere, I just have to remember where it is.”

“When…” He stifled a yawn. Those things were contagious. “… would be the right time, though? I still have to get them something. I have a couple of ideas.”

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Divinatas – Apr 10, 2009 at 8:33 AM

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“Here I thought you would go back to your office with your awesome bathtub.” she replied with a smirk. Rubber ducks and battle ships. A very amusing thought.

Holly tilted her head thinking about an appropriate time, it was going to take awhile to drive there and it was better early than late. “Hmm. You can come and get me around Noon. If you still haven’t figured out what to torment Adelaide with – and I don’t recommend explosives as tempting as it sounds – then we might have time to stop somewhere on the way.”

“…do you even have your own car or do you have some fancy chauffeur?” This question came seriously. She was curious to know!

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Azul Morag – Apr 10, 2009 at 8:54 AM

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Elliot smirked.

“Well, yes I do have some ideas, just not as lethal as yours. Besides, the only reason why I am not going back today is I like being this free for once. If they catch me, I’d have to explain why I didn’t attend the Company’s Christmas party yesterday. I need some time to come up with something credible. Besides, I am sure my apartment has an awesome bathtub, too.”

Elliot blinked.

“Most of the time I do use chauffeur services,” he said. “He’s not all that fancy, though – and he is my bodyguard. I have a couple of automobiles and I bike I use next to never. It’s not quite the same when your chauffeur is following you.”

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Divinatas – Apr 19, 2009 at 8:39 PM

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“A bodyguard.” she responded with an amused and slightly dubious tone. Where was that bodyguard when he was turned in to a rug?

Holly leaned to set her cup on the coffee table before slowly rising to her feet and stretching her arms over her head to give herself a quick burst of energy. …It didn’t work too well and gave her a jolting reminder about her sore muscles! She was going to have to take a dozen aspirin before bed. But at least she would sleep well!

“I’ll call a taxi for you.”

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Azul Morag – Apr 20, 2009 at 10:59 AM

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Elliot smirked.

“Sore?” He asked with a hint of irony. “Alright. I will be back at noon tomorrow, then. Would you give me your cellphone number? Should I get lost I will call you.”

He stretched his legs and browsed the tray for another cookie.

“These are really good…” He stifled a yawn. “I will take a bath in my awesome bathtub and then I will go straight to bed.”

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Divinatas – Apr 20, 2009 at 7:25 PM

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Holly cast him a wry smirk, that may have mimicked his own. “I don’t have a cellphone. Not everyone buys such fancy things, you know.”

Stepping over to the desk there the phone sat, Holly picked it up along with the phone book. She flipped through a few pages until she found the number for the local cab and called them up. They’d be there right away. Hanging up the phone, she scribbled her home phone number down on a notepad… and as a second thought, added her number at work too. Just in case he’d want to call her there too…

Holly returned, handing him the piece of paper with her numbers. “I guess I’ll have to bring extra cookies if you’re going to eat them all.” she flashed him a cheeky grin!
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Azul Morag – Apr 21, 2009 at 6:50 AM

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Elliot raised his eyebrows, that harmless smile from before lazily spreading on his face.

“Do you have doggy bags?” He asked. “Why, I wouldn’t mind taking some home. And since when cellphones are fancy things? Being a reporter it would be convenient to you to have one, I think. Being on the move continuously and haunting down the supernatural, the illegal and all that.”

Elliot carefully put away the piece of paper into his wallet. He watched her.

“By the way, why The Chronicle? Why did you choose to work there? Is that newspaper only about the paranormal stuff?”

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Divinatas – Apr 21, 2009 at 8:41 PM

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Holly laughed at his dreadful pun, picking up that plate of cookies from the table to carry them in to the kitchen. She was fishing out one of those little plastic baggies out of the cabinet when she replied.

“I’m not a reporter just yet. Not out on the field anyway. I mostly dig up research and write stories in the office.” She picked a few of each kind of cookie to drop in bag. There would be enough left over to pack up and take over to Adelaide’s house. “I liked reading The Chronicle. I always thought the stories were more interesting and could put a new perspective on some of the everyday weird things that don’t make any sense.”

Holly handed him the bag of cookies, just in time for the honk of the taxi horn to blurt from outside. “Your cab is here.”
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Azul Morag – Apr 23, 2009 at 6:53 AM

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Elliot grinned.

“You have no idea how many years ago was the last time I left a party with a bag of treats,” he said. “Thank you, Holly. For everything.”

Elliot put on his coat and his muffler back on, then picked up his bag of cookies.

“I will be back at noon tomorrow.” He paused at the door, looked at her again and smirked. “I just thought… it’s too bad I don’t know what Lance looks like. I thought I knew, but I have actually never seen him before. How am I going to strangle him if I don’t know what he looks like? Anyway, I guess I will find out sometime. Goodnight.”

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Divinatas – Apr 23, 2009 at 5:11 PM

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“I think we should be glad for that. Can’t get you arrested on Christmas.” she replied with a smirk. Opening the door for him, she gave a slight wave as he stepped out. “Goodnight, Elliot.” she waited until he had walked down the sidewalk and to the cab before she closed the door and leaned on it.

No rugs, no men, no weirdness.

Until tomorrow. Holly was grinning at the thought as she headed off for bed.
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Divinatas – Apr 24, 2009 at 10:31 AM

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Christmas Day

“Goooood mooooorning, Sunshine! Merry Christmaaaaaas!”

“Woman..! I am trying to sleep!”

“C’mon, sweetie! We have breakfast and presents!”

“I’m not having presents for breakfast!”

“Sweetie, it’s ten o’clock, you can’t sle-”

“Ten? Oh shi-” THUD! Holly rolled out of bed to stumbled in the floor. Jumping to her feet she was rushing around the room to grab some clothes. She had two hours to shower and get dressed! …and she had a feeling that mister Elliot Graham-Parker was a very punctual man! In the shower there was a lot of cursing – more bruises than she thought she had! – but she was out in moments, wrapping a towel around herself and tossing one over her head to dry her hair.

Nancy was looming around, trying to be as helpful as possible. After all, Holly was going out for Christmas and with a mysterious lawyer! This was exciting! “Why don’t you wear that nice dress with the reindeer and sparkles on it? It’s so cute!”

“That’s a nightgown.” Holly paused in the middle of digging through her closet to eye Nancy. For moment she actually considered it. Elliot would find it amusing. …but that really wasn’t the sort of impression she wanted to make with his mother in law. And she sure as hell wasn’t going to let Adelaide have anything to harass her about. She’d end up throwing the girl out a window, and her mother wouldn’t appreciate it.

Holly finally opted for a fashionable sweater. A deep red that fell off the shoulders, hugged her waist and had a little sparkle to it. With a brown suede skirt reaching just past her knees and a pair of knee-high black boots, it made an outfit that was attractive and appropriate. Not that she was trying to look attractive.

…Well she was, but not with the intentions that NANCY seemed to be having as Holly was trying to apply some lipgloss in the mirror! “Don’t say a word, Nancy! Not a word!”

“I was just thinking if you put your hair up, that would look so elegant!” Nancy replied, not looking the least bit offended!

Holly stuck her tongue out at the woman before checking herself over in the mirror. At least she didn’t look tired! Heading downstairs to the kitchen, she poured herself a nice cup of coffee and wandered in to the living room where Uncle Kevin was sitting on the floor surrounded by open boxes and looking a pair of long underwear with distrust. Holly smiled.

“Morning, Uncle Kevin.”

Kevin glanced up, a wide smile splashing across his face. “Underwear again. You’d think with how often Nancy tells me to throw out my old underwear, Santa wouldn’t bring me new ones every year. You look very nice, this morning.”

“Why, thank you!” she replied, casting a ‘See, I look fine!’ glance at Nancy! “Elliot will be here soon, so don’t harass him.”

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Azul Morag – Apr 25, 2009 at 4:09 AM

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It was three minutes to twelve o’clock when Elliot was standing in front of Holly’s door. Contrary to previous considerations, he did bring a gift to distract Nancy: a basket of fruits around a traditional italian Panettone on a finely woven linen napkin. To be honest, he considered doing as Holly said and not bring anything, but since it was Christmas after all he guessed he wouldn’t get clobbered for bringing something along.

Elliot was wearing the leather coat today, too. He decided to keep the villian black coat for other occassion. He was wearing elegant Italian shoes, fine wool slacks, and a dark olive green turtleneck under his tight-length double breasted suede coat with the muffler Herr Schultz gave him wrapped in a loose loop around his neck and shoulders. It was slipping, true; but it looked good that way too, even if he hadn’t noticed it. His car was parked at the sidewalk – an european car that looked very much like a crouching, black demonic beast, with smoky green glass, three seats and very stylized lines. Elliot pushed the bell ringer…

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Divinatas – Apr 25, 2009 at 4:56 AM

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Nancy practically tripped over herself as she rushed to beat Holly to the door. Holly didn’t quite try to out run her (why bother, she was going to bat her old lady eyes at Elliot anyway), so she waited with an arm crossed around her waist as she sipped her coffee.

Opening the door, Nancy squealed with delight! “Don’t you look handsome, Mr. Graham! Come in, please!”

Holly was leaning against the back of the sofa and tilted her head to examine his look. A night of rest did him well. It was almost easy to forget that yesterday morning he was a rug on her floor. “You’re not wearing any tassels.” she said lightly, hiding a grin behind her mug.
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Elliot smiled sunnily at Nancy.

“Good morning, Mrs. Nancy. Merry Christmas!” He proceeded to step inside and hand over the basket to the effusive old lady. “I brought a little something, if you would allow me. Merry Christmas.”

He used the brief seconds Nancy was looking at the basket to cast Holly a fierce smile before quickly replacing it with a harmless one.

“Tassels don’t go with his coat,” he said. “Should I have known, I would have worn some for you.” He casted her an appreciative look. “Boots. Excellent; I see you’ve not forgotten Adelaide. She kicks ankles, you know.”

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Divinatas – Apr 25, 2009 at 5:42 AM

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Holly laughed! Between tassels and ankle-kickers, it was going to be an amusing day. Nancy was oohing and awing over her gift, taking it over to Kevin to admire. Uncle Kevin was giving Elliot an appreciative nod, and then tilting his head to signal for them to escape while Nancy was good and distracted with taking her new present off to the kitchen!

Setting down her mug, Holly moved towards the door to pull on her coat. “Don’t wait up for me.” she said with a grin. Tugging Elliot by the arm to sneak out before Nancy returned.

Outside, she was watching her feet carefully so she wouldn’t stumble over any hidden ice patches, so it took a moment before she spotted that car. She paused, resting her hands on her hips, eying it with a raised eyebrow. “Is that a car or a demon?”
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Azul Morag – Apr 25, 2009 at 6:07 AM

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Elliot snickered. “It’s a car, of course. It’s easier to find parking with a smaller car. Do you like it? I got it when I got my lawyer license.”

He opened the door for her; it slid open intead of swinging open. Inside the seats were ergonomic, lined in light grey leather; it looked very much like a capsule.

“I have been considering giving Adelaide one of those messenger bags made with used tarps I’ve seen on TV lately, then give her a job like you suggested. As a messenger! I’d make sure the max she gets is a bicycle. How about that?”

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Divinatas – Apr 25, 2009 at 6:26 AM

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Sliding in to the seat, Holly thought it was a bit like stepping in to a space ship. Everything was very shiny. She adjusted her skirt at her knees and made sure he seat belt was secure. Would he drive a car like he flew himself? Holly was briefly grateful she didn’t get taken on a carpet ride!

Smirking to herself, she shrugged her shoulders. “I was serious about having her work for me, by the way. The Newspaper can always use someone to go grab coffee, file stuff or run something to another office. I’m sure we could tell her a bicycle will keep her from turning in to a big blob and boys won’t date her.”

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Azul Morag – Apr 25, 2009 at 6:47 AM

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Elliot got in the car and closed the door, snapping the locks on before fastening his seatbelt. He was smirking at the way, listening to her.

“I see. That sounds very good, too – plus she wouldn’t be lodging complaints to my secretary every time someone doesn’t agree with her. She likes to threaten people with me as if I were the boogeyman or something like that. Are applications available online or do we have to get them at the Chronicle? I could slip one of those into the messanger bag I definitely am going to give her today!”

The engine purred and growled. Elliot checked the mirrors and pulled onto the street. The car slid past the houses like a silent shadow and took the road with a smooth leap (well, there was a small hill there anyway!).

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Divinatas – Apr 25, 2009 at 7:15 AM

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“Actually, you could probably drop her off with me one morning, and I’d take special care of her.” she replied, leaning her head against the back of the seat and turning to cast him a smirk. Holly didn’t blame the girl for using her big brother as a threat. That’s usually what sisters did. He did look pretty wicked when he was giving his harmless smile. His new villain coat would complete the look.

Holly was so used to driving herself that having someone else doing the driving was a little strange. She twirled a bit of her hair around her finger as she glanced out the side window. “You’re not planning on sneaking anything naughty in that bag are you? Floor rugs? Tasmanian devils? Mouse traps?”

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Azul Morag – Apr 25, 2009 at 3:06 PM

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Elliot smiled.

“The job application sheet would be naughty enough, considering she -will- work from now on. It will be good for her but that doesn’t mean it has to look nice, does it?”

Elliot blinked.

“I think we forgot the cookies.”

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Divinatas – Apr 28, 2009 at 12:56 AM

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“You’re wonderfully wi-” Holly paused. “…Damnit! I knew I’d forget something.” Blowing her hair out of her eyes in frustration, Holly checked the time. They could go back, but then they might have to dodge Nancy again. She really didn’t want to Nancy-dodge. Yet picking something up on Christmas day was always frustrating!

Holly chewed on her bottom lip with indecision. “We can go back, and I can run in the house quick before Nancy catches me. Unless you know somewhere we can go that might actually be open on Christmas Day.” she paused for a moment, then gave a mischievous grin! “Although if you have a kitchen that actually has food in it, I bet I could make some quick cookies.”
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Azul Morag – Apr 28, 2009 at 1:47 AM

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Elliot laughed. “Is that warm and welcoming old lady really that difficult?” He asked. “I do have a kitchen with food in it – or so I think I do. We can go to my apartment after the shopping and hopefully all will go fine. Is there any secret ingredient we need to buy other than the usual raw things? My housekeeper has most things in the pantry already, I can bet.”

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Divinatas – Apr 28, 2009 at 11:48 PM

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“She’s a monster. Really.” she was kidding, but she still said it was a straight face. Holly considered the ingredients… It really depending on the kind of cookies. But since this was going to need to be a quick batch or two. “Eh.. chocolate, brown sugar… maybe some ginger.”

Holly was running the recipes over in her head as she cast him another glance. “I take it, you don’t really cook either? What do you besides working?”

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Azul Morag – Apr 29, 2009 at 4:05 AM

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Elliot smiled a bit.

“I do know how to cook,” he replied. “In one of those moments of teenage angst most youngsters have, I took classes on Italian cuisine. It’s silly, I suppose. I don’t know anything about my mother’s family or what she was like, asides the things my dad told me sometimes. He didn’t speak about her often when I grew up. Now I know it was painful, but you are not in an understanding mood when you are a teenager. I don’t cook anything else, but I strayed from recipes a long time ago; cook books are a fuss.”

“I don’t think I’d have enough ginger. I put it in my coffee sometimes. We can buy some before we go to my apartment.” He executed an evasive maneuver when a car slowed down unexpectedly and took a detour with a dangerously closed curve, leaving the other driver cussing in the distance. “As for other things I do, I don’t know. There’s a number of stupid things one -has- to do, like playing golf and tennis with clients sometimes. What do I do to amuse myself? Hm…” He pulled out of a narrow street where three astonished cats and a drunkard cast them a startled stare from a group of stacked wooden boxes and a dumpster; the car suddenly reached downtown, nearing the shopping area. “I’d have to think about it. What do -you- do asides work?”

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Divinatas – Apr 29, 2009 at 6:54 PM

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Aggressive driver. Not so much alarmed, as slightly nervous, she had briefly held on to the door handle as he maneuvered around the other car. Holly was surprised he could cook anything at all, but not so surprised to find out he didn’t seem to do much outside of work.

Then again, she didn’t have much room to talk. Holly didn’t step out of the house anymore unless she was running to work or doing a favor for her aunt and uncle.

“Nothing, really. Work. Errands. Strangely enough, I think this is the first time I’ve done anything outside of the house in a really long time.” she sounded a bit surprised about it herself. Well, it took a cursed rug to shake things up, it seemed.
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Elliot smirked.

“I see! So I am not the only one confined to the constraining and insane boundaries of daily life. I have to say, it’s good to be outside, free of worries sometimes.”

He drove the car into the traffic and maneuvered to cut through it; soon they were circling the city blocks like sharks looking for stray fish, trying to find a parking lot.

“There’s a parking building somewhere near here, I think.”

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Divinatas – May 6, 2009 at 3:05 AM

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They were circling like sharks. It was pretty easy to imagine the sleek little car devouring up people as they drove by. Holly pointed towards a building at the end of the street. One of the large parking garages conveniently located near the shopping district.

“Confined by choice, mind you. I haven’t really been in the mood to do much.” An honest confession. Though two years wasn’t exactly a short period of time. There was a slight frown from her, but she brushed it away quickly. Today was about Elliot and saving him from any future rug incidents. That’s what she was focusing on!
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It didn’t take long to leave the little car safe three stories off the ground – well, as safe as a lawyer’s car can be. Elliot was picky about where in the rows to park it. He took the elevator down with Holly and soon they were on their way into the shopping district.

“What is that about confined by choice?” Elliot had asked. “I didn’t choose it – it happened to me. What do you mean, did you choose to be confined?”

He found himself a little disoriented. Elliot guessed he was probably thirteen years old last time he walked the area, but he didn’t say it.

“Yet I guess grieve does that to you. I used to go out more, I admit it… but there’s been days I just did not want to see anyone… but that was not possible, so I worked. I’ve been at the office all this time, I guess.”

He stopped by a window shop as people hurried around them. Elliot watched the people for an instant.

“It’s curious how you can be in a crowd and at the same time, be completely alone. It’s been said no man is an island. I think every man IS an island. If we don’t build and maintain bridges, we end up alone. No bridge foundation can be laid in our island without our permission. That is also true.”

“Where have you been, Holly?”

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Divinatas – May 12, 2009 at 6:33 AM

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Holly walked down the sidewalk with ease, as if she knew exactly where she was going. Which was probably a stark contrast compared to how she felt at the moment. Of course she didn’t mean he was confined by choice. At least she understood the responsibilities of his career – though, she was sure he could easily make more time for other things. Hell, he was doing it right now.

She stopped at the window as he stopped, and while he was watching people she was glancing at the items on display. It was one of those random girly shops, showing off their holiday items. Bags, clothes, jewelry. A pair of holly hairclips made her smirk for a moment, but it disappeared just as quickly. Her mother would have though those were amusing too.

“What?” she replied, turning to blink at him. He had been talking of islands and bridges. The man might have been a better writer than a lawyer with his observations about people. “I suppose I might be on an island. Though by that analogy, my dear friends and family might consider me on a volcanic one, due to explode at any moment.”
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Elliot found himself smirking.

“Indeed that does come to mind, now that you mention it,” he observed. He stared for an instant. “I really wish I was able to see when you swung the fire poker. I had every intention of tipping the tree on that nuisance of a guy, but then I could hear the fire poker hiss in the air, like a whip – it was awesome.”

Elliot blinked.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t bring that up I guess.” He was looking quite unrepentant. He peered into the window shop, too. “Look, they have a hair chopstick in silver with green crystal leaves, there. I wonder if it’s made of steel. Would you like it?” There was the machiavellian smile again.

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Divinatas – May 13, 2009 at 6:35 AM

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“You say that now, but I was mad enough to start swinging a fire poker at you too if you had been a person at the time.” she replied in good humor, glancing in through the window again. “Although since you are daring to brave more time with me, maybe you’ll get the enjoyment of trying to dodge my swings.” Holly matched his smile with a wide cheeky grin of her own. One suggesting that she doubted his abilities to take her in a fight!

“They’re pretty, anyway. But don’t you think I am more the kind of girl that wears reindeer antlers instead of fine sparkling things?” Holly had even put her hands at her head to mimic antlers and wiggled her fingers before dropping them and laughing. “Do you think your family would faint dead away if you arrived wearing antlers? Although I can’t imagine what would be more surprising than a Christmas Rug.”
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Elliot’s machiavellian smile went wider.

“How about another rug?” He asked. “Of course well, we’d have to warn Mrs. Adelaide that wouldn’t be me… but perhaps that is best left for another day.”

“Besides,” he tapped lightly on the window’s glass,”yes I thought as much, but may I say so myself I am not as much of a beast as Lance. If all you could do was float around and toss mental images to get assistance, you would get impatient too, you know. I only suggested the hair chopstick because it doubles as a lethal weapon, I thought you may like it.” He snickered. “Yet I have to admit you would look rather fetching with antlers. My secretary’s kid had a pair of those last week, with bells. It’s a good locating device.”

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Divinatas – May 13, 2009 at 7:27 AM

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Another rug! As hilarious as that sounded, Holly agreed that his mother in law wouldn’t find that as funny as they did! She grinned, in the back of her mind appreciating that he could have a sense of humor about something that could have very well been very traumatic. She wasn’t sure if she could have taken it as well.

Then again, he might still try to poison Adelaide at dinner.

“Is it wise to give a maniac more things she can use as a weapon?” she asked, taking his arm gently to pull him inside the store.
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Azul Morag – May 13, 2009 at 7:44 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot allowed himself to be pulled into the store with a grin.

“Holly, everything around you -is- a weapon, including stationary and little kittens.”

Elliot glanced up at the giant plushies on the top shelves at the other side of the store, including a Winnie the Pooh with a pot of Christmas honey and Pigglet with a giant plush candy stick.

“Okay, maybe not everything.” He gave it a second thought. “Nevermind, everything is.”

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Divinatas – May 20, 2009 at 1:06 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

“You shouldn’t taunt maniacs, Elliot Graham-Parker.” Holly said with a laugh. It was sad that she knew exactly how she could use stationary and kittens as weapons. He had plenty of reasons to fear.

Holly browsed around at the shelves, trying to think about an appropriate present for a son-in-law un-rugcursed could give. They had Adelaide under control, but Mrs. Adelaide was a mystery to her. All Holly knew herself was her… interesting talent… how richly furnished her home was. ‘Chains for her daughter is a bad idea, though tempting… Elliot wasn’t going to provide much more useful information than she already knew.

She was just going to have to rely on instinct!

Stopping in an area that had lots of books, it seemed like the best place to start. She pulled one with an interesting sounding title off the shelf and flipped through the pages. “Think quick. Shouldn’t your lawyer skills be nearly as amazing as a psychic’s to where you’d magically gleam a person’s innermost gift desires?”
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Azul Morag – May 20, 2009 at 1:19 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

“Regarding money, maybe,” Elliot replied with a smirk. “If you are thinking about my stepmother, I suppose something ladylike in a sort of conventional way would suit her. Maybe one of those translucent stoles with fringes and brocade appliques ladies wear to the Opera. Or a small, formal hand purse, with a stone inside to clobber her daughter when she steps out of line.”

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Divinatas – Jun 22, 2009 at 9:50 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

“Aside from clobbering her daughter with a pretty purse, I’m not sure if the conventional would suit her.” Holly mused, thinking of Mrs. Adelaide’s interesting talent. She replaced the book she pulled before her hand stopped at another. Holly gave a slow smirk as she took it from the shelf and held it up for Elliot to see the title.

101 Ways to Stop a Teenage Witch. I don’t think we’re going to find anything more perfect than this!”
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Azul Morag – Jul 15, 2009 at 10:31 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot read the title with a snicker.

“101 Ways to Stop a Teenage Witch?” There was a raised eyebrow. “Well, that is something. I will need I copy too, I suppose!”

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Divinatas – Jul 16, 2009 at 5:47 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

With the book (including an extra copy just for Elliot!), and a few interesting items, Holly helped Elliot put together a nice little gift basket. The items unique and personal, things for both Mrs Adelaide and her incorrigible daughter. Holly was even very particular about how she had the gift counter arrange them before wrapping. It seemed despite having a strong dislike for the Christmas season, she still had a strong opinion about how things were done!

Their second stop had been to a local grocery store to pick up ingredients for cookies. Again Holly was very particular about the ingredients necessary for Christmas cookies. She couldn’t settle on just one type of cookie, so they found what they needed for Gingerbread and the nice white chocolate macadamia cookies that Aunt Nancy enjoyed raving about.

With the purchases safely tucked away in to the car, Holly had dropped in to the passenger’s seat and buckled her seat belt before turning to Elliot.

“Alright then, where is this apartment of yours? At the highest tower of your fancy business building or secreted away somewhere like Batman’s cave?”
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Azul Morag – Jul 16, 2009 at 12:10 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot bit his lip in a futile attempt to prevent a smile and gave Holly a sideways glance.

“Do I look anything like Batman?” He asked. “I have a quite un-heroish dwelling, thank you. I have to admit I spend most of the time at the office,” Elliot started the car and took it to the streets after some interesting turns down the spiral ramp of the parking building, “but I have a keyskeeper. She takes care of it when I am not there.”

After a brief stop at FREITAG store (because Elliot had not given up on his idea of giving Adelaide a messenger bag with a job application inside) they finally headed to Elliot’s apartment. It was a tall building in grey rock and green glass, but probably Holly didn’t see much of it before they got into a tunnel that led them to a gate to an underground parking lot. Inside Elliot pulled up one level to his parking garage; every tenant had a set of five parking spaces forming a sort of lined up garages separated by rails and bars. In Elliot’s there was only a black chopper, as demon-looking as the car. After leaving the car parked and the garage closed they entered a glass lobby with an automatic clerk. A card key and digital print, and up they went in a roomy elevator with mirror walls. Elliot used a key to get the elevator to his floor.

“I don’t really like this elevator types,” he said. “It opens directly to the apartment; it makes me paranoid sometimes.”

The doors opened. There was a vestibule and directly beyond it, a vast living room with cozy illumination and a dark red wall, black granite floor and leather sofas, among other elegant design items and a stiff-looking lady in her fifties wearing a grey suit, with her platinum hair gathered in a chignon and sleek, small eyeglasses on a sharp nose.

“Alfred!” Elliot greeted. “Why are you here on Christmas?”

The lady eyed them both with a kind of British distrust.

“I work here, Mr. Wayne.” She said without missing a step. “You did not tell me you were going to be here, but as you will see on the note at your desk I provided a small dinner if you would need it.”

Elliot wrinkled his nose a little.

“It’s Christmas regardless. Thank you.” He didn’t seem too thankful, though. “This is Ms. Roberts, a friend. Holly, this is my keyskeeper, Ms. Hathaway.”

“My pleasure,” Ms. Hathaway said. “I will be leaving shortly.” She gave Holly her card. “The numbers in the back are for emergencies,” she said. Indeed, it was the firemen number, a private ambulace service number and the police.

Elliot arched an eyebrow and shifted the bags of supplies in his hands.

“Emergencies? Well, I will take these to the kitchen.”

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Divinatas – Jul 17, 2009 at 9:16 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly mentally agreed that having an elevator open right up in to your home had to be asking for trouble. She was a little taken back by the elegance and.. perfection (she couldn’t think of another word to describe it!) of the room, but then had to hold back a snicker when he addressed his Keeper as Alfred and the women didn’t miss a beat.

The woman handed Holly a card with emergency numbers, and she wasn’t quite sure what to think about that! “…am I the holiday maid, or are you afraid Elliot is going to burn the place down while you’re gone?” Holly spoke her initial thoughts out loud. “Unless he plans on murdering me. Do you bring ladies up here for killing, Mr. Wayne?” Now she was just being bratty!
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Azul Morag – Jul 17, 2009 at 12:10 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot, who had hoped to escape to the kitchen with their supplies, just blinked with the most innocent expression ever seen on a man’s face.

“I barely step into the place, how come I am now accused of being a serial killer?” There was a raised eyebrow. “She is still angry at me for having unforseen accidents, that is all.”

Ms. Hathaway eyed them both from cool steel-grey eyes.

“I do not intend to pry, but your safety is my concern Mr. Graham-Parker. Disappearing without a trace does not exactly help.” She tilted her head slightly to watch Holly… like a hawk perched on a tree to stalk! “The other side of the card is my contact information, as important as the other numbers. Since unforseen accidents do happen, why not have those numbers handy? He could have had a seizure and laid in an alley for days, for all I know.”

Elliot frowned.

“I do appreciate your concern Ms. Hathaway, but you will have to forgive me for keeping a pocket of secrecy I prefer to call private life. If I do have a seizure and die of rage I promise you, I will die with your name on my lips.”

He said it with a smile, too. Ms. Hathaway eyed him but seemed strangely amused despite her perfectly straight face.

“As you prefer, sir.”

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 5:33 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

I’ll make sure to call you, Ms. Hathaway.” Holly said with a smirk. The business card she examined one more time before slipping it inside one of her pockets. “Especially if he turns homicidal and tries to smother me with a Christmas rug.”

She cast Elliot the most sweetest of grins before taking the bag from his arms. “Now where is the kitchen? We need to hurry or we’ll be late to Mrs. Adelaide’s.”
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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2009 at 6:13 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

“Over there, there’s a corridor to the dining room, the kitchen is the door at your right.”

Ms. Hathaway’s eyebrow arched faintly at the mention of Mrs. Adelaide… Graham, no doubt. Unusual enough, but perhaps fortunate, she thought. Ms. Hathaway gave a curt nod.

“Feel free to call at any hour, Ms. Holly Roberts. Taking my leave now if you don’t mind, sir.”

“You shouldn’t even be here today,” Elliot said. He smiled. “Thank you. Merry Christmas, Alfred.”

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Wayne. Ms. Kyle.”

Ms. Hathaway went to the vestibule, picked up her sleek brown coat from the coat closet and took the elevator. She eyed them for the last time as the black and silver doors closed.

Elliot waited till Ms. Hathaway disappeared and choked a laugh. He headed for the kitchen. The corridor was almost six feet wide, leading to a dining room with a glass table for eight with tall black chairs under a dome painted like the sky. The kitchen had a window counter to the dining room, its pliable window panes closed; the kitchen door was a double door that swayed both ways revealing a kitchen out of a cooking show, with plenty of work space in steel surfaces, clear cedar wood panels and beautiful lamps. At the far end there was a glass wall forming a niche with a round table for two, overlooking the city below.

“Here we are. Don’t mind Ms. Hathaway, she’s figures she is my governess.” Elliot dropped the bags on the isle and headed to the… steel wall that was apparently a very large fridge, freezer and related cold storage, for a cold drink.

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 7:00 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly admired the sleek design of the kitchen as she walked across the floor, pulling off her coat. She stopped near the large window, draping her coat and scarf over a chair as she peered out at the buildings. Suddenly, she paused and slowly turned around on a heel, quirking an eyebrow at Elliot.

“…did she just call me Catwoman?” Why was that hilarious to think about! Returning to the counter, she clicked her fingernails over it before she started pulling out their purchases from the bag.

“We’re going to need cookie sheets. Mixing bowls. I think you could fit ten bodies in that fridge.” she paused long enough to take a look at it. The stark contrast to how he lived compared to her own humble little home was amusing.
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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2009 at 7:21 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

“She might have,” Elliot said with a lopsided smile. “Would you like something to drink, juice, soda? Mineral water?” He turned with a very mundane can of Coke in his hand. “Why… you are right. Adelaide would fit right in one of the vegetable drawers.”

He opened his can and took a sip.

“Feel free to choose whichever you like; I’ll get your cookie sheets and bowls…” He disappeared behind a slim door on the wall of cedar doors, cabinets and panels at the far back. Soon he returned with a stack of cookie sheets and some glass and metallic bowls sliding dangerously on top. Leaving those on the isle, Elliot opened a drawer in the isle and rummaged through wooden spoons, batter mixers and measuring spoons and cups. “These, too…” Fom the neatly stacked cabinet under the isle he picked up a pyrex measuring cup up to one litre.

“Anything else? Waxed paper?”

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 7:37 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

“Wax paper, yes!” She was a little surprised to see he knew where everything was, but when she thought about it, Elliot Graham-Parker probably always knew where things were! Holly confiscated a bottle of water for a quick drink, before she was organizing bowls and ingredients in appropriate order.

Then she was measuring flour and sugar, seeming to have everything perfectly memorized in her head. “I suppose if she turns up missing, I’ll know where to look first.” Or where she’ll go first to hide the body if by chance she couldn’t restrain herself from throwing the teenager out the window!

While mixing things together, she occasionally stole a few of the white chocolate chips to eat. The whole fun of making cookies was getting to steal things before they were done. “I think you should show me your awesome bathtub when these are baking.”
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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2009 at 7:52 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot got slightly red. Only slightly.

“Should I?” He asked. “I know you would laugh.” He deftly stole a chocolate chip and moved out of clobbering range to eat it.

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 7:58 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly very nearly swatted him with a wooden spoon simply out of reflex, but she continued her stirring as she cast him a wicked grin. “Will I?” she replied. “I suppose it’s covered in rubber ducks, battles ships, and possibly fish floor mats with pitiful expressions.”

With the first batch of cookies good and mixed, she laid out the wax paper over one of the cookie sheets and placed little balls of the dough in simple rows. Holy cast him a sly sideways glance. “Unless there’s dirty underwear all over the place that your dear Alfred won’t dare to pick up?”
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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2009 at 8:26 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot snickered.

“Nope,” he said. “I have to say Alfred was surprised to find me here yesterday. I have not yet explained where I was; I think my stepmother could help me on that. I don’t leave my underwear around, by the way.” Elliot stole a nick of brown sugar and butter mix, quickly retreating to prevent getting clobbered with that wooden spoon of hers.

“If you really want to see it, I will show it to you if you promise, promise you won’t laugh. If you do laugh…” Elliot arched an eyebrow with a sideways smirk. “You will have to teach me your recipe for the chocolate chip cookies.”

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 9:11 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

“Well, now I have to see it, just to know what’s so damn funny about it.” Her spoon swung and just barely missed his hand. He was asking for a whack now! She made quick work for a second batch of cookies, these the gingerbread. They weren’t going to look fancy, but they’d taste like heaven. Having two sheets prepared in no time at all, she only had to pause a minute to figure out the settings on what had to be a restaurant grade oven!

With the two pans slide in the oven and a timer set, Holly dust off her hands, casting him another side glance and a wicked smile. “You’re lucky you couldn’t see much while a rug. I do leave underwear all over the place.” Holly didn’t wait for a tour invitation, she was already heading out of the kitchen to explore the bat cave he called an apartment!

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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2009 at 9:39 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot got himself another chocolate chip before following her out of the kitchen. The apartment was quite large, yet the apartments tower had a sort of ‘nicked’ shape that allowed all rooms to have windows on at least one wall. Most of the windows were simply glass walls; others like the dining room’s had doors to a shaded terrace. Up there the wind was strong in some areas of the tower but there was no visual communication from one apartment to the one above or below. Thick curtains in some rooms, blinds in others, provided a way to shut out sunlight at will. There was the main living room, guest bathroom, a private living room with a Media center, a studio (your office away from… your office!), the kitchen, a guest room with its own bathroom, a servant’s room with bathroom, a sun room and the Master bedroom with its very own bathroom.

The bathroom had a big sink shaped as a seashell on top of a long marble surface with a wall-to-wall mirror with angled side panels. At both sides embedded on the walls there were cabinets with toiletries, towels, and all necessities. The polished floor had a thick straw mat for standing barefoot at the sink. The toilet had its own stall. There was a skylight, closed. Then there was a pretty white tub with bronze lion feet right next to a glass door to the shower stall. On the other side of the white tub there was another glass door.

Elliot smiled mischievously.

“Well?”

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 9:53 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly rest her hands on her hips as she glanced around in the bathroom in amazement. Someone actually lived here? Though he did say he was always at work! As with the rest of his home everything was designed with impeccable taste. Straight from pictures in home magazines.

“I guess it’s a nice bathroom.” she replied, casually. Holly stepped across the room to lean and take a look at the bronze lion feet. Old fashioned, but gorgeous! She turned around to sit on the edge of the tub, and with a tilt fell right in side, crossing her legs up over the edge. The tub was almost large enough to fit three people! …or one really ginormous man! Lying in the tub, she was now blinking at the closed skylight.

“No wonder your Alfred worries about you. You could get so comfortable in this tub and fall asleep and drown!”

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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2009 at 9:58 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot smiled mysteriously.

“So, do you think this is an awesome bathtub?” He asked with that harmless smile of his.

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 10:09 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly shifted, remaining in the tub, but now sitting up so she could rest her arms on the edge of the tub and sit her head on her arms. She responded with a mischievous grin!

“Yes. Quick frankly, it’s bound to be the most awesome bathtub I have ever seen. After being a dirty old rug for days, this must have been your first stop!”
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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2009 at 10:13 AM

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Elliot’s harmless smile shifted to a lopsided smirk.

“I see! Well, well. What is behind this glass door, I wonder?” He tapped his fingers on the glass door next to him she had apparently missed. “Because well… I think this one is a rather common bathtub with lion feet. A Victorian replica, I admit it – but… Well, if you like it so much I guess that is good.”

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 10:20 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

“What?” she exclaimed sitting up and blinking towards the glass door he directed at. “You’re a damned deviant, Elliot!” Holly almost refused to take a look out of sheer principal. But, curiosity won out in the end. She very primly climbed out of the lion foot tub, and stopped next to Elliot. Her arms crossed and she raised an eyebrow in disbelief!

“All right, I’ll take your bait. What bathtub could possibly be even better? Because I think you’re yanking my chain again.”
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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2009 at 10:33 AM

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Elliot tried his harmless smile but ended with a grin.

“See by yourself,” he said, opening the door for her and stepping aside to let her pass.

There was a large room beyond the glass door. The floor was a mosaic of blue and green, just like a Roman bath – there were whales and dolphins, fish and fishers like a mosaic out of Pompeii. The walls were a mix of mosaic and mirrors with a detachable shower in the middle, a low bench and a sink fashioned like a seashell like the one outside. To the right there was three ondulating steps leading to the top of the bathtub itself, in mosaic and brown rocks forming a small pool. There were bronze faucets. The tub was empty, allowing to see the mosaic floor below, with a long bench and the outlets of the jacuzzi and water-force massage. The rocks climbed against the wall and the mosaic around it simulated a sea horizon with old greek ships and a city in the distance. Above all, a skylight gave plenty of light to the bath room.

Elliot bit his lip and waited for her reaction…

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 10:48 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

To say she looked stunned was an understatement! Holly had been expecting maybe a steam room or something with jets, but this was just… indescribable! It was like a small lagoon by the ocean. All it needed were plants and sounds. She stepped inside to run her fingers across one of the mosiacs on the wall, marveling how the light from above caught the tiles and made everything look shimmery as if it were under water.

“This isn’t a bathtub, this is heaven.” she finally exclaimed, then paused. “…Do we have to go to Christmas dinner, or can I just spend the rest of my life in here?” It may have very well been a serious question by the expression on her face!
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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2009 at 10:57 AM

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Elliot choked a laugh.

“You are really difficult, aren’t you? You didn’t laugh!” He folded his arms and leaned against the wall. “I am glad you like it. Last night I was so tired I only took a long shower before dropping dead in bed.”

He tilted his head, watching her.

“Let us go and enjoy Christmas dinner… cookies… putting Adelaide in the vegetable drawer and things like that. The bathtub is not going anywhere, you know. If you really like it, I could let you borrow it. It’s the least I could do for not letting me burn at the stake in your yard!”

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 11:06 AM

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“Stupid Christmas ruining my day. Fine then, but once I get in here, it’s going to take a shark to get me out.” She cast a last over dramatized wistful look the room before she brushed past him, giving him a gentle poke in the side when she passed.
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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2009 at 11:21 AM

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Elliot smirked. He stepped out after her and closed the glass door.

“I should still have one of those toy sharks with a mechanical tail somewhere.” He observed. “How long till those cookies are ready?”

He eyed his bed as they passed by it and wondered if it was too plain or something, then wondered why he had wondered that – he could get clobbered with a fire poker.

“I am a little hungry, but I suppose I better wait till dinner. I wonder what Mrs. Adelaide is preparing… if it will come alive and fly… Who knows, really.”

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Divinatas – Jul 20, 2009 at 6:15 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

There was a DING as they walked in to the kitchen. Holly gave a smirk.

“Until right about now.” she replied. Holly flipped off the oven and after snatching up some oven mitts she was pulled the cookie pans out of the oven. With a spatula she was moving them quickly from the pan to a cooling rack set to the side. She didn’t want them to keep cooking on the pan and get all hard and not-perfect!

“If you ask really nice I might let you have a few before we leave. But I suspect she’ll probably have something traditional. …Then again nothing about Mrs. Adelaide and her daughter seem all that normal…”
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Azul Morag – Jul 22, 2009 at 4:55 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot was watching her thoughtfully, yet what he was really doing was awaiting a chance to steal a cookie.

“I wonder if my father knew. It’s not quite possible that he didn’t, I suppose; not living together on an everyday basis. That reminds me of that file he showed me…”

He stopped. He had not told Holly about that, did he? And if he did, it was probably a bunch of incoherent images tossed by a drowsy rug.

“I think she does look normal, like any experienced socialite. I have not been the most frequent visitor I admit, but I had never seen or heard anything suspicious about them.”

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Divinatas – Jul 22, 2009 at 6:58 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

“File?” she asked curiously. Though, now that she thought about it, it wouldn’t be all that strange for a rich guy to put out some sort of investigation on the woman he would marry. There were a lot of gold digging hussies and husband murderers out there.

“It’s probably not a big deal, anyway. Everyone has some weird thing about their family, and hers just happens to be witchcraft.” Holly leaned against the counter as she crossed her arms. “I’d be more worried if she were in the mob or something.”
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Azul Morag – Jul 22, 2009 at 7:04 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot took the chance as soon as she crossed her arms to steal a cookie and be out of clobbering range in the blink of an eye. He smiled mischievously.

“At least the mob doesn’t turn you into animated furniture,” he replied. “Yes, well… my father was very meticulous. He did show me a file on Mrs. Adelaide when he was dating her, but I didn’t read all of it.” He looked somewhat guilty. “I figured if he really wanted to date her, it should be alright. After all, he didn’t date seriously if at all while I was a boy – I was not going to stay in the way and that was never my intention.”

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Divinatas – Jul 22, 2009 at 7:19 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly moved, ready to swat him, but he started away with stolen contraband faster than she could uncross her arms! She frowned slightly, returning to her position against the counter.

“I suppose it doesn’t really matter, You get to spend time with her now. If at least a little ambushed by her teen terrorist.” Speaking of which, they would be late if they hung around here for too long! Holly turned around to start dropping cookies in to a plastic baggie. She made sure to steal one for herself to nibble while she packed them away.

“Hrm. Do you pull up files on women you’re dating? Find out their torrid past and how many men they’ve been with?” She didn’t know why she bothered to ask, but she was curious!
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Azul Morag – Jul 22, 2009 at 7:33 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot laughed and almost choked on cookie crumbs. After a dignified cough, he replied. “No, I don’t. However I cannot speak for Alfred or the company detectives. It’s hard enough to keep them at reasonable distance when they get too demanding.”

Elliot took another bite at his cookie.

“Besides… as a reporter, do you use your resources to peek? I think it’s easier to ask the person directly. I do admit I might take a risk, but don’t we all. I manage an oil company. It’s inevitable that when people look at me some don’t see me but a stack of dollar bills like a Lego statue, or just Syrius Standard itself.”

He bit the corner of his lip.

“Life gets unnecessarily complicated.”

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Divinatas – Jul 22, 2009 at 8:18 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

“I’d keep them at a distance.” the cross look on her face suggested she’d probably use methods he was already familiar with. Swinging things at people made them shut up and back off pretty quick.

She shrugged her shoulders at his comment, though. “I like to think I have common sense enough to know an asshole when I see one. So there’s really not any reason to go checking up on people.” With the cookies zipped up tight (and moved to where she could watch them!), Holly took the dishes over to the sink to rinse them out.

“You look more like a rug to me.” she said with a smirk cast over her shoulder.

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Azul Morag – Jul 22, 2009 at 8:44 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot flashed his harmless smile.

“See? The steel hair chopstick is perfect for you. The best things are those you can actually put to good use. Luckily for me, I don’t have firepokers around here.”

Elliot blinked.

“Why? Mrs. Adelaide told me what the rug was like, I look nothing like Santa Claus and Friends.” He eyed her with a smirk.

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Divinatas – Jul 22, 2009 at 8:57 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

“I thought we established that I can use anything as a weapon. Like kittens and paper towels.” He was kind of asking for it with that so-harmless smile of his, but she didn’t want to get her nice outfit dirty before arriving at Mrs. Adelaide’s.

“Maybe Adelaide will have some reindeer antlers with bells. You can start a new tradition and be Christmas Lawyer Rug?” she flashed him a toothy grin. Setting aside the dishes to dry, she moved to fetch her coat from the chair she draped it over and pulled it on.
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Azul Morag – Jul 22, 2009 at 9:11 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot tapped on the crown of her head when she was slipping her arms into the sleeves of her coat.

“No, thank you. I shall make a vow that you will never stomp on me again, or use your rug-wrestling moves on me!”

He moved out of clobbering range and went to the living room for his own coat, snickering.

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Divinatas – Jul 22, 2009 at 9:44 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

“It’s not like you can stop me!” she replied as he walked out. She wrapped her scarf around her neck and fetched the bags of cookies before following.

“You might have arms and legs now, but that doesn’t mean I can’t tackle and pin you to the floor. You’re lucky I don’t want to get my clothes wrinkled.” Chances were, all he knew were some fancy swings. Holly played dirty! The expression on her face said as much as she waited patiently, grinning like a fiend.
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Azul Morag – Jul 22, 2009 at 9:57 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot smirked with incredulity written allover his handsome face. He put on his muffler and his coat, dropped a black, smoothed shiny wool Fedora on his head and picking up a pair of gloves put them in his pocket.

“Thanks for long skirts,” he said, smirking. He picked up the bags. “Shall I consider myself safe for today? It’s Christmas after all. Peace on Earth?”

He raised his eyebrows before calling the elevator with his key. “I am sure there is some Christmas song somewhere that says You’d Better Watch Out. Now I know why.”

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Divinatas – Jul 22, 2009 at 10:22 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

“I’m not celebrating Christmas this year, remember?” she laughed softly at You’d Better Watch Out and stepped in to the elevator when it arrived to the floor. Again she mentally agreed that having it open directly to his suite had to be creepy. Who knew when you called the elevator if someone would be waiting inside to jump out at you?

Of course, that sounded more like Holly-Ambush tactics if she ever needed to show up and beat him with a stick. She smirked at the thought.

Holly tilted her head up to eye him for a moment, then reached out and stole his hat. She set it neatly on her head and admired the look in the mirror. “You’re safe for the day anyway. I’m here to protect you from Adelaide, not help her pounce you.”
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Azul Morag – Jul 22, 2009 at 10:31 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot raised a quizzical eyebrow at the hat theft.

“I expect extra cookies for that,” he said with smirk. The elevator door soon opened to the lobby. In no time they were back in Elliot’s car and leaving the building, heading North to leave the city and reach Mrs. Adelaide’s home.

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Divinatas – Jul 22, 2009 at 11:28 AM

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[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

Mrs. Adelaide’s home looked just as fancy and lovely as it did the day before. A pretty wreath was perched neatly on the door, decorated with subtle touches of glitter and a big red bow. Holly had the cookies in her hand, safe from possible theft while Elliot had their last minute gift basket. It was a bit strange coming here this way and Holly was nervously chewing on her lip after ringing the door bell. Visiting family and friends for the holidays wasn’t exactly a big deal, but she was usually with family when she did it. This was new.

The door swung open suddenly followed by a loud eye-piercing squeal! Adelaide, was hopping up and down and somehow managed to find a way to get past the basket Elliot was holding up for defense to snake her arms around him in a big hug.

“Oh my god! I so didn’t believe you’d actually come! This is going to be so awesome!” she chirped, releasing him to steal the basket. “And preseeeents! Mooooommy! Elliot actually came!” Now she was hugging the basket, looking as if she was ready to rip off the wrapping to see what was inside, but thankfully had enough manners instilled in her to resist. Her clothing was similar to previous day’s, but now it was ‘dressed up’. A tight fuzzy pink shirt covered in sparkles and skirt that a teenage girl probably shouldn’t be wearing. “God, stop standing around and come inside!”

“I don’t know, is it a trap?” Holly responded, but stepped in through the door. Despite thinking Adelaide was slightly evil, the girl’s enthusiasm was entertaining. Elliot was going to have ‘fun’ today.

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Azul Morag – Jul 22, 2009 at 11:57 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot casted Holly a ‘Weren’t you going to defend me?’ kind of look as they were finally inside and he closed the door behind them. Leaving their coats at the special closet in the vestibule took just an instant before walking into the living room. There were candles and wreaths on the side and center tables of the victorian-esque sofa set, glittering in the dancing lights from the fireplace. There was a tall Christmas tree out of a Victorian Christmas card, complete with angels, bows and silver bells. The star was also an angel with a lit up crown. There was uninstrusive Christmas background music. Everything was chic, cozy and sweet.

Even the stuffed Schnauzer dog had its own big red bow.

Elliot tried not to stare at it, but that was difficult. Adelaide had escaped with the basket. Mrs. Adelaide came into the living room wearing a deep red gown that fitted her like a glove with tasteful elegance, her hair up and a necklace around her collarbone like a snowflake made of crystals.

“Welcome Elliot and Holly. Merry Christmas!”

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Divinatas – Jul 22, 2009 at 12:16 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

“Good evening, Madam Graham-Smith.” As expected, Mrs. Adelaide was a vision of classic beauty! Holly felt just a smidgen under dressed, but she was expecting as much. She didn’t put away Elliot’s hat along with their coats, that she was holding hostage on her head simply because she liked it.

Everything looked very grand, aside from younger Adelaide who had put away the basket next to the tree (that tree was huge! Who brought that in here?) and was now hovering near Elliot like a kid in a candy store.

“Sooooo, Elliooooot. What didja get me for Christmas?” She asked, clinging on to his arm.

Holly had caught sight of the dog with a bow, and all attempts to rescue Elliot disappeared for the moment. “I can’t believe you stuffed a dog!” she announced, without quite thinking before she spoke!
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Azul Morag – Jul 22, 2009 at 12:34 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot smiled slightly but his mirth was written allover his face despite his calm look.

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Adelaide. To you too, Adelaide.”

Mrs. Graham-Smith didn’t look phased.

“Oh poor old Samuel! I just couldn’t find a proper pet cemetary for him. He got run over on my wedding day with Wilhelm. Adelaide was so distressed.”

There was a secret reason, of course. Mrs. Graham-Smith didn’t want to risk her then little daughter raising her pet from the dead by accident just as her magic abilities were starting to appear in her. That Pet Cemetary movie was worrying enough.

Elliot was just thinking of that movie as Mrs. Graham-Smith spoke.

“Better to keep an eye on it,” he muttered, eyeing grinning Adelaide a little. His stepmother smiled a social ‘let’s move on’ kind of smile.

“Would you like an appetizer? Dinner will be served in a few minutes.”

“Certainly! Menthe, please.” Elliot said. “Holly?”

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Divinatas – Jul 22, 2009 at 1:26 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

“I’m fine, but thank you.” A stuffed dog like that, just sitting around the house like some sort of… guard animal. She remembered watching a movie when she was younger about zombie pets coming back to life. Holly never liked freeze-dried animals after that! They gave her the creeps!

Adelaide cast Holly a huge frown, but she was still hugging Elliot’s arm. “We have vegetables, crackers, cheese, fruit and well everything, really! Candy and – hey, what’s in the bag?” she asked curiously, eying the small bags Holly was carrying.

Holly stopped staring at the dog long enough to return her gaze to Adelaide. A slow grin crept across her face. “These? Cookies. Possibly the most amazing cookies in the world. But you probably won’t like them. They cater to more adult tastes.”

“~I~ am adult.” replied Adelaide with some offense. “And I am in charge of the desserts, so I’ll be taking those, thank you very much!” Adelaide released Elliot’s arm and snatched the bags from Holly, who appeared to give them up far too easily after she had spent so much time guarding them against Elliot. She escaped somewhere around the corner, no doubt to steal a few of them while no one could see her.

Holly grinned at Elliot after she disappeared. “Rescue number one, successful.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 22, 2009 at 3:42 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot gave a concealed wink of complicity. Mrs. Graham-Smith came back with a tiny gobblet of menthe for Elliot.

“Please, make yourselves at home. Dinner will be ready soon.”

“Thank you.” Elliot enjoyed the aroma of his menthe before taking a sip. His stepmother smiled at them and left to inspect the dining room.

“Lets move away from that dog, for heaven’s sake,” Elliot muttered behind his teeth with a concealing grin. He headed for the tree. “I do suspect why she kept it, you know.”

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Divinatas – Jul 22, 2009 at 6:51 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

“Please don’t say anything about undead pets. I saw this weird movie when I was a kid, and I swear to god if that thing ever comes to life I am probably going to die.” she looked pretty serious about the threat too, and was more than happy to move away from the dog.

Holly stopped by the tree, peering at all of the ornaments and various decorations. The ladies of the house were definitely of a class all their own. Social class was never something Holly ever thought about or considered. But then again, she rarely went anywhere or did anything that would bring it up. At work she had been interning and being everyone’s ‘go-for’ slave for ages up until she was able to start writing articles herself! And how often were the supernatural tabloids ever about people like this?

She crossed her arms as she examined the sparklie things of the tree, trying to hide that frown that was trying to sneak it’s way out. Her own mother probably would have loved how nice everything looked here. It wasn’t something she wanted to think about at the moment.

“I wonder if Adelaide realizes there’s really disturbing pictures of her hanging on this tree.” she poked one of the ornaments to hear the bell jingle. It had a picture of a very small Adelaide dressed up like a very unhappy clown.
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Azul Morag – Jul 23, 2009 at 6:17 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot looked at the photo with a smirk. “I wonder why mothers love to dress up their kids like dolls. She looks so harmless in that photo, doesn’t she?”

Elliot tilted his head and spied Holly’s face under his hat she was wearing. “You are still a pirate,” he said. “I don’t mind as long as you don’t try your cutlass on me.” He blinked at the tree. “I’ve seen Christmas trees with strings of popcorn in photos, and cookies. I wonder if those don’t get mauled by kids and critters – especially by kids. Adelaide looks like a tree mauler.”

He sipped his menthe. “I wonder if we are the only guests.”

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Divinatas – Jul 24, 2009 at 9:25 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

“I might show you my cutlass later.” Holly replied, casting him a sudden smirk. “Most of the popcorn gets eating while you’re making the string, so guess the kids are tired of popcorn by the time it’s done. I remember making gingerbread cookie ornaments in school and teacher had to remind us not to chew on them cause we had to add glue to the batter to keep them from spoiling.”

“Didn’t stop some of us from trying anyway.” she made a face! Clearly she knew from experience!

Adelaide suddenly appeared looking as innocent as the day she was born. “~I~ didn’t invite any guests. Mommy wouldn’t let me. I was going to ask all my friends come over to meet you, but she said family is more important. Of course, she let Holly come, so I guess that means she’s your girlfriend.”
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Azul Morag – Jul 24, 2009 at 9:57 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

“Glue?” Elliot was disappointed. “That is a set up!”

He blinked at Adelaide with a fatherly smile lawyers give after their fees are set and the contract is signed.

“One day, when you are a grown up,” Elliot said, “you will realize that not every couple you see are boyfriend and girlfriend. On the other hand, I was unaware that you think Holly and I are destined. Perhaps if someday that comes to be, we will inform you when we deem it necessary. Other than that, any relationship we may or may not have is strictly our business.”

“Other thing you seem to forget is, Holly saved me from being donated to a charity and die a ruggy and dusty death in some box. I think that elevates her from the category of spectator such as you intended your friends to be, to that of someone quite important to me. Why is that so surprising?”

There was that glint back in his eyes again, despite the smile!

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Divinatas – Jul 25, 2009 at 8:13 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

“Destined?” Holly raised an eyebrow at that, finding the word pretty amusing. Then again, that was something teenagers through around a lot. She had been there once!

“You protest WAY too much!” Adelaide said, seeming to completely ignore the glinty look he was giving her. She was rocking on her heels and looking pretty devious. It was probably her usual expression. Holly was about to reach out and rescue someone (Who, she wasn’t sure yet. Adelaide looked suspicious, but Elliot might strangle her), when Adelaide continued. “But I guh-eeessss if it’s no big deal, then mistletoe is no big deal either!” She pointed up over their heads at the bundle that was hanging neatly from the ceiling. In fact, there seemed to be lots of those hanging all over the place.

“Let me guess. You were going to invite a boyfriend.” Holly said, glancing at the ceiling.

Adelaide coughed, unable to hide her expression. “…yeah. But he’s not here, and YOU are there, so guess what! Kissy time! It’s in the rule book!”
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Azul Morag – Jul 25, 2009 at 8:40 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

“Show me the book and I will show you a citation order,” Elliot replied with a raised eyebrow. He wasn’t opposed to the idea, but he wasn’t amused at Adelaide’s attempt to push them around. “Which reminds me. Is this absent boyfriend the same one that cannot be the heir to my clothes since you had to return them?”

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Divinatas – Jul 25, 2009 at 9:32 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly smirked. Leave it to Elliot being difficult to spare her from a Christmas Tradition! It was in the rulebook, but she wasn’t celebrating thus Adelaide was on her own!

Adelaide looked a little put out, slowly inching her way to hide somewhere behind Holly. “Maybe! It doesn’t really matter anyway, because the dance is ages from now so he’ll have time to find a something cool to wear.” Elliot was sooo mean sometimes! He was back to normal, so what was the big deal? “Stop changing the subject! We’re talking about Christmas. Oh! What did you get me?! Is it something awesome?”
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Azul Morag – Jul 25, 2009 at 9:59 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot tried not to – he really tried! But he rolled his eyes.

“I can’t believe you really were going to dress him up in my clothes after you shipped me out!” He sipped his menthe and narrowed his eyes. “I got you just what you need,” he said in a lower voice with that glint in his eyes again. “You just wait and you will see.”

He mysteriously sipped his menthe again.

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Divinatas – Jul 30, 2009 at 9:22 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga]Holly Roberts

Adelaide looked a little disturbed by his reply, and Holly really didn’t blame the girl. After all, the tone of his voice suggested it was going to be ten times worse than being turned in to a rug. Maybe she expected to get thrown in to the fireplace. Holly couldn’t help herself, this time she laughed out loud!

“Don’t hide behind me, you’re only triggering his kill instincts.” Holly said taking a glance over her shoulder. She could say it with a straight face too, he was a layer. It could be true!

That had Adelaide stepping out from behind her. “I’m going to see if Mommy is done!” she said quickly, dashing out of the room as fast as her clicky heels could take her!
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Azul Morag – Jul 30, 2009 at 10:11 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot arched his eyebrows.

“Triggering my kill instincts, hm?” He sipped his menthe to conceal a Machiavellian grin. “Really… I am very nice, you know.”

He opened a little wooden chest with a little porcelain angel fixed on it placed on a side table, revealing three folding levels of the cutest bombons. He plucked one.

“My father had this in his office,” he said as if his knowledge of the box’s use needed some explanation. “Hm… maybe I should have been more creative. Maybe next year.”

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Divinatas – Sep 16, 2009 at 10:53 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly watched as Adelaide fled for her life, before turning to watch Elliot carefully. She found the treasure box of candy interesting, and wondered what other sort of treasures might be hiding in the Madam’s lovely home. The house of a witch must be filled with all sorts of things. For the moment she kept her natural curiosity under control.

“Already planning for next year, huh? I guess you’ve been infected with the Christmas spirit now after being a rug for days.” Holly flashed a wicked grin, inching close enough to pluck that bonbon right out of his fingers before he could eat it. She made her escape!
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Azul Morag – Sep 25, 2009 at 11:30 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot blinked at being robbed!

“Thief,” he said with a smirk. “Robbing lawyers is not very wise, you know.” He plucked another bonbon from the box. “I might be. I kind of like this…” He waved a hand at the tree. “There is something peaceful and nice; something relaxing and somehow egotistic about it. Time for yourself, with the people you love without secretaries calling you, board of directors claiming the sky is falling down and no one trying to pluck the life out of you. Even if there are thieves around, I am relatively safe.”

Elliot ate his bonbon, thoughtfully.

“Perhaps I am mistaken? If television and ads are to be believed, some people get more stressed during the holidays rush than they get in the whole year. I wonder why is that.”

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Divinatas – Sep 28, 2009 at 1:50 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly grinned, moving by the fireplace and bouncing the bonbon between her hands like a toy. “People get all uptight about the perfect holiday experience. Decorating, presents, every single tiny little detail. They forget all of the important stuff.”

Like family. She didn’t want to think about that. Holly balanced the bonbon on a finger. “After tonight, what are you going to do? Back to work as usual? Paperwork and boring business meetings?”
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Azul Morag – Sep 29, 2009 at 1:30 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot shrugged his elegant shoulders.

“Most likely. Alfred would not allow me to take too many holidays…” He checked his cellphone. “In fact, I have to go back to work at 8:00 am sharp on January 2nd. Imagine that. I suspect Alfred was afraid I was going to turn up dead in an alley and she slipped in some days off for me to come back to life.”

Elliot smirked. “Usually I would be doing business elsewhere during the holidays if needed; some of our business partners are not Christian and yet some of them do celebrate holidays as a cultural curiosity, they don’t have a week off. I keep in line with my father’s tradition and I do give employees some days off for the holidays. Mind you, I am not a slave driver.”

He shook his head. “I see a few friends sometimes, but… a lot of people prefer to travel nowadays for the holidays; specially after they get married. People say a lot about Europeans, but they do like their cities.” Elliot quirked an eyebrow at Holly. “So, what were you saying about the important stuff?”

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Divinatas – Sep 30, 2009 at 7:07 PM

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“Important stuff. Hanging out with murderous family members, and all that nonsense.” She popped the bonbon in her mouth, very deliberately eating the whole thing at once to avoid saying anything else about the subject. She just shrugged her shoulders and flicked her fingers at him.

Adelaide finally came skipping back in to the room, this time to pounce Elliot from behind in a big snugglie hug! “Elliiiioot! Mom says dinner is ready! We have the dining table set up to perfect, if I do say so myself. You can sit next to me!”
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Azul Morag – Oct 7, 2009 at 2:05 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot opened his mouth to reply but Adelaide jumped him quite unexpectedly. With a raised eyebrow, Elliot made his way to the dining room dragging permattached Adelaide behind him – and rather easily at that. Regular exercise habits do that for you.

The dining room was small if compared to a full-blown mansion but still it was home to a table for ten seats, a long sideboard with drawer knobs of shiny bronze and two beautiful, tall glass displays for tea sets and other cute things. The whole set was made of some dark wood and exquisitely enameled in a transparent red hue. The table was set for all the seats. An embroidered white table cloth with snowflakes and lace was laid on the table and on it, ten sets of red dishes with golden edges, silver cutlery finely wrapped in napkins matching the tablecloth flanking the main plate. The water goblets were transparent golden glass and the wine goblets were red crystal. Flowers adorned the table and the chandelier high above it was lit. Its golden lights danced, multiplied by the numerous crystals in it.

Elliot found the whole thing rather cozy and he would have commented on it if he were not busy trying to pry Adelaide’s fingers off him. Her hands were small with thin fingers that had a surprisingly strong iron grip and kept on sliding through his fingers in some strange way.

“Adelaide, were you not going to find us seats at the table…?”

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Divinatas – Oct 7, 2009 at 6:30 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly stepped in to the dining room, fully expecting to see a company of richly dressed guests wearing ballgowns and tuxedos. The table setting was luxurious, looking right out of the pages of a stylish dining magazine. Holly decided her favorite part was the red and gold of the glass, and the sparkling of the chandelier above.

Adelaide held on to Elliot for as long as she could get away with before she finally released him to stand behind a chair. “This one is yours. It’s right next to mine here.” She grinned, before rounding the table to the other side. “And this one is Holly’s chair across from you, and this chair is Mommy’s.”

Adelaide was sure the seating arrangement was perfect. She would have full access to cling to Elliot, and Holly couldn’t kick her from under the table!

Holly was thinking just that, as she eyed the teenager. She was out of kicking reach, but she wasn’t above throwing food at her if she had to. Her aim was impeccable, and there would be no need to worry about stains on Mrs. Adelaide’s beautiful table linens.

Taking a seat, Holly took one of the napkins and neatly folded it in her lap.
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Azul Morag – Oct 22, 2009 at 1:48 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot wondered if he should fear for his life, after seeing the look in Adelaide’s and Holly’s eyes. He swept a look over the table again and wondered if they were the only guests. Elliot took his seat and casted Adelaide a warning look before sitting down.

“Are we the only guests tonight?”

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Divinatas – Oct 29, 2009 at 7:46 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“Yep! Unless mom decided to invite someone over, but it’s Christmas and she almost never does unless it’s family or someone drops in for a visit.” Adelaide dug in to her pocket until she pulled out a little pearl pink cellphone. She pressed a few buttons on it before she leaned on Elliot’s shoulder and held up the phone in front of them. There was a CLICK as she snapped a picture, and then was pressing away buttons like a professional, apparently to email the picture to all her friends.

Holly smirked from her seat. Adelaide was treating the man like some sort of rock star. Honestly, there was brother worship and then there was just being plain weird.
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Azul Morag – Nov 18, 2009 at 5:15 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot was almost taken by surprise by the photo snapping but by when Adelaide pressed the shutter button he had reacted and ended sending her friends one of Elliot’s scariest glares. He quirked an eyebrow as Adelaide busied herself with the cellphone and wondered if it was time to escape.

“Whatever happened to may I and please?” He dryly asked.

Mrs. Graham appeared with a round of appetizers. She evaluated them all with a motherly glance to make sure they were all whole and unharmed.

“I have given the night off to the service,” she said with a smile. “There might be another guest, but he didn’t confirm attendance. Adelaide, come and help me with the soup.”

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Divinatas – Nov 18, 2009 at 5:32 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Adelaide only griiiiined at Elliot before she was hopping up out of her chair to follow her mother in to the kitchen.

Holly rest her elbows on the table and her chin in her hand, smirking across the table at Elliot while she clacked her heels together. “In about fifteen minutes your glaring face is probably going to be the cellphone background to every teenage girl in town. How do you feel about that Mr. Graham Parker?”[/so][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Nov 18, 2009 at 6:06 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot blinked.

“You are exaggerating,” he said with a frown and looking only slightly disturbed. “How many friends could she have that would do that anyway?”

The appetizers included mixed nuts and some interesting shredded tiny Mexican salad with sauce, and tortilla chips to eat it. Elliot served two of the tiny bowls his stepmother had brought along with the appetizers and handed one over to Holly.

“I would ask you if you were like this, but thankfully we didn’t have camera cellphones back then.”

In the kitchen, Mrs. Graham-Smith had readied a large porcelain soup bowl and let Adelaide fill it. The bowl had matching lid and a long porcelain serving spoon. Mrs. Graham-Smith suddenly rose her head as if she had heard something…

“Please dear, get the door; I’ll take the soup to the table.”

Outside the door sat a white cat waiting patiently for the door to open. It was a pretty creature with long, brushed shiny coat like an Angora but without the flat profile so many people like in purebreds nowadays. It was well poised and proud, waiting there. It had a curious feature yet not so uncommon in white cats: one of its eyes was blue and the other one was orange!

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 12:48 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“A girl like Adelaide? A lot of friends.” Holly accepted the bowl to sit in front of her and nibbled on one of the chips with a smirk. “I wasn’t as bad as her when I was a teenager, but pictures of good looking guys did manage to find their way on my walls.” In fact it was good he hadn’t seen her room. …That picture of Gerard Butler was almost new!

Meanwhile Adelaide was skipping to answer the door, curious as to who her mother would invite on their family-only-except-holly Christmas Dinner. When she opened it up, she didn’t see anyone there.

“Weird.” Then she looked down. And squealed! “OMIGAWDWHATACUTIE!!” Adelaide scooped up the kitty, white as snow and carried him in to the house draped over her shoulder. She was proudly parading in to the dining room with him.

“Mooom! I found a kitty! Can I keep him? He’s sooooooo gorgeous! He was just sitting there waiting all polite and stuff just for me!”
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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 1:51 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot smirked.

“So, I am…” He couldn’t finish his statement as Adelaide passed by with a cat she had probably kidnapped somewhere drapped on her shoulder and on her way to the kitchen. He blinked.

“What if it’s someone’s cat and you are stealing a child’s Christmas?” He asked Adelaide. Mrs. Graham-Smith was just coming from the kitchen with the soup and she casted her daughter and the cat a somewhat startled stare. The cat simply looked back at her with its bright mismatched eyes and waved its fluffy tail slowly.

“Oh dear.” She brought the soup bowl to the table to at least have her hands free!

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 2:17 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Adelaide looked completely unperturbed. “He’s not anyone else’s cat or he’d have a collar. BESIDES the doorbell rang and he was on the door, which means he’s for me!” Adelaide then turned her gave at her mother, and have her best pout. “He is for me, mommy, isn’t he? He’s oh so cute and soft and fuzzy!”

Holly wasn’t sure what was more interesting. Adelaide acting like a complete dork, or the fact her mother was looking… well… a little disturbed at seeing her daughter hold the cat that way. Normally she’d just assume the older woman wasn’t fond of cats but… Holly got the impression that wasn’t the case. With her luck the cat was probably another cursed individual looking for a little help!
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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 2:36 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Mrs. Graham-Smith still looked somewhat disturbed but she frowned slightly and waved a hand at her child.

“Move away from the table, you will get… cat hairs on the dishes.”

The cat managed to tuck its paws under its chest at Adelaide’s shoulder and prickled her while at it. Elliot looked skeptic.

“The cat looks unhappy,” Elliot observed. “Maybe it will shed on your shirt in revenge. I still think it belongs to someone; it’s doesn’t have that homeless look of cat poverty, if you know what I mean.”

The cat flicked an ear and narrowed its eyes a little. It’s chest vibrated a little. Mrs. Graham-Smith sighed.

“Adelaide dear, give me the cat. You cannot keep him.”

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 2:57 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Adelaide pouted. She really didn’t want to give the kitty up, even gave him a few good pettings despite the prickly claws before the look on her mother’s face said now. With great reluctance, she carefully pulled the kitty off her shoulder and handed it to the woman.

Holly raised and eyebrow and glanced at Elliot. “Cat poverty…?” She knew what he meant, but the way he said it was amusing. As if cats had their own tiers of financial status!
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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 3:16 AM

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“But of course. There are poor cats too, after all.” Elliot said with a near perfectly straight face!

The cat waved its tail calmly as Adelaide handed it over to her mother. Elliot rose from his chair.

“Let me put it outisde for you, Mrs. Adelaide,”Elliot offered. “You are busy enough.”

“Oh that’s alright Elliot,” Mrs. Graham-Smith said but Elliot was already taking charge of the cat. The cat clung to his sweater to make sure it wouldn’t swung around and waved its tail menacingly. Elliot frowned. “See? The cat wants to leave already. I’ll put it outside where it belongs.” He left the dining room for the front door.

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 3:39 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“I don’t think that’s…” Holly started, but it was too late. He was taking the cat out. She leaned back in her chair, picking up a glass of water to sip and looking just slightly exasperated.

“That cat is coming right back in the house, isn’t he?” she stated, not really meaning to ask a question.

Adelaide was pouting again, plopping down in to her chair. “It’s going to be all cold out there in the snow. Alone. Without me to keep him warm.”
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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 3:45 AM

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A minute later, Elliot was back in his chair after taking a small detour to wash his hands. Mrs, Graham-Smith had moved back to the kitchen looking a little disturbed.

“It surely belongs to somebody and all it has to do is go home,” Elliot said, noting Holly and Adelaide’s faces. “What else could happen?”

The doorbell rang again!

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 3:52 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“Well, he could ring the doorbell again, for one.” Holly cracked a wicked grin at the joke. “I’ll answer it.” she said quickly before, Adelaide, who looked pleased as pie, could jump up and run off to the door herself. She’d probably run off to kidnap that poor cat again.

Resting her napkin on the table, she moved from her chair and exited the dining room. Upon reaching the door, she opened it up fully expecting to see a bouncing cat trying to get back in.
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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 4:05 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

A tall man stood at the door, indeed waiting to be let in. He was wearing a long, black overcoat and a black, wool hunter cap on his soft and white, very white hair. It was short and straight, with long bangs framing his handsome, chiseled face. His eyes were unusually bright and surprisingly enough, one was blue and the other was orange.

He placed his very stylish boot on the threshold as if he expected them to close the door on him.

“Good evening!” He said with a small smile. His voice was grave and melodious, like that of a professional singer. “I am here to see Mrs. Adelaide Graham-Smith. She invited me, I assure you. My name is Amadeus Ritter.”

At the dinner table, Elliot simply waited and ate another tortilla chip. Mrs. Adelaide came out of the kitchen just on time to hear the front door open.

“Oh dear.”

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 4:36 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“Well! Nice to meet you, Amadeus. I’m Holly.” This guy was a bonified good looking. Sounded like a rock star and looked like one too. If he were one of the men on her favorite band posters, she might have jumped on him like some wacky fangirl and started screaming with glee.

Which meant he was in so much trouble when he came inside.

Holly grinned even wider. “She’s expecting you. Come in.” She stepped aside, allowing him to enter before closing the door. Taking far more amusement in it than she could, she led the guest to the dining room where everyone was waiting.

“Announcing Mister Amadeus Ritter.” she near started laughing.

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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 4:57 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Standing next to Holly, Amadeus smiled a little as he looked at each of them one by one and the corner of his lip quirked slightly as if recalling some sort of private joke.

“Good evening,” Amadeus greeted. “I see I am a little late; if I had better means I would have been here earlier.”

Mrs. Graham-Smith smiled a little uncertainly as Elliot rose to shake the hand of the newcommer.

“I was not sure you would have the time to join us,” Mrs. Graham-Smith said. “You are very welcome. This is Elliot Graham-Parker, his friend Holly Roberts and my daughter, Adelaide. You surely remember her.”

“Indeed I do,” Amadeus said. He shook the hand Elliot offered him. “I am glad to see everyone is whole and healthy.”

“That’s a Swedish greeting,” Mrs. Graham-Smith quickly said.

“I am so foreign to this land, I never get used to it.” Amadeus produced a bottle of wine in an embroidered sheath of coarse wool. “Mead for the hostess.”

“Thank you. Please have a seat.” Mrs. Graham-Smith had already poured water in the water gobblet the remaining prepared seat and she quickly was gone to the kitchen with her gift!

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 5:10 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“We were just talking about cats and poverty.” said Holly, moving to her chair. That’s when she realized that Mrs. Adelaide’s guest had very unusual eyes! She had blinked in surprise, about to take a double look when-

“No, no, no! That’s MY seat!” exclaimed Adelaide loudly before Holly could sit. She was up and out of her chair like a rocket, zooming around the edge of the table. She grasped Holly by the arms and all but dragged her to the other side, where she plopped her down in the seat next to Elliot. Adelaide didn’t forget to switch their water glasses or provide her with her snack plate.

Practically bouncing, she hopped over to what was Holly’s seat to sit next to Amadeus. “Hello! Mommy said you remembered me, but I don’t recall ever meeting you before. Are you a family friend? You know… I don’t have a boyfriend…”

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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 5:38 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

“It looks like I have been dethroned” Elliot muttered with a faint smile only loud enough for Holly to hear. On the other side of the table, Amadeus had taken refuge behind his water gobblet.

“Cats and poverty. That is such a sad…” Amadeus couldn’t finish before Adelaide whirled around the table and somehow he found himself in his own seat. “Hello there. Yes, I do remember you. Why, I handed over the bride after all, at your mother’s wedding.”

“Did you?” Elliot blinked in surprise. “I don’t quite… remember you.”

“Sometimes I am entirely forgettable,” Amadeus said with a smile. “In any case, I was not the one supposed to stand out.” Amadeus watched switched his gaze and thoughtfully watched Holly. “Sometimes the most startling things look like everyday objects to most people. It’s only natural.”

“I could say I don’t have a girlfriend,” Amadeus said, “but that doesn’t seem safe. No, in any case she is not friendly to me. Nevermind, please forget it.”

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 6:14 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

At his friend Holly was sure this was the cat. Unless he was like a werecat, that meant he probably wasn’t cursed. …speaking of cursed though, he she was surrounded by all the best stories in the world for The Chronicle and she couldn’t in good conscience write a single word about them. Oh, the painful irony! Still, she leaned to the side, casting a grin at the dethroned Elliot.

Adelaide put on her full flirting look, which including batting her eyelashes and lots and lots of big bright smiles. “I would be friendly to you. Did you know sixteen is a legal adult?”

“What sort of lady is your non-girlfriend, Amadeus? She must be something interesting if you mentioned her regardless.” Holly interjected Adelaide’s weird commentary with a curious question.

“Elliiiiioot.” Adelaide whined through clenched teeth, trying to subtly point at Holly and signal him to do something about her. Anything! Kill her! Get riiiid of Holly![/so][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 6:31 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot replied to Adelaide with that harmless smile of his, making clear that he wasn’t going to stick his hand in the fire for her. After all, his stepmother had a fire poker complete with an active chimney in the living room.

Amadeus smiled at Adelaide.

“Is it? I had no idea. I am too old for you, though!” He blinked at Holly. “Non-girlfriend? Why hadn’t I thought about that myself!” He grinned like a man that’s found a silver dollar in the sofa. “That is exactly what she is! She is hm…” Amadeus pondered. “She is… her work. She defines herself by it. She’s a sort of marriage counselor, but more like a matchmaker. She’s like a cross between an ultrafeminist and a extreme-left politician. Also, she is moody and unsociable, and she thinks it’s my fault. I’ve never done anything to her, really.”

Elliot blinked.

“How can an ultrafeminist be a matchmaker?”

“I have no idea, but she figured it out somehow. Personally, I don’t try to understand it. It can get painful, thinking about it.”

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 6:40 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Adelaide was pouting again! Not only was Elliot being totally non-helpful, but the super hot guy said he was too old for her. SO not true. For the moment, she was crossing her eyes and looking like the sad poor cute girl that needed a hug.

Holly was trying to wrap her brains around the non-girlfriend’s description. She sounded sort of like a lunatic, but consider how some men could totally be dense… Holly snagged one of the crackers from the appetizer tray.

“Probably jealous. Or crazy. Crazy jealous? If I was your non-girlfriend I might be a little jealous too. You probably get a lot of attention from crazy women.” Holly gave another wicked grin.[/so][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 6:53 AM

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Amadeus was a little taken aback at Holly’s assessment.

“Maybe crazy is more like it,” he said with a perplexed blink of his mismatching eyes. “I suppose it could be said I get attention from women. She says I do it on purpose, which is not true. I am simply friendly and civil! But she gets mad and then I am the one with a black eye.” Amadeus rested his chin on his hand. “She sometimes organizes matchmaking parties. The most boring thing in the world – it’s like work interviews with flower arrangements on the table.”

Amadeus smiled at Adelaide.

“You wouldn’t need to go to a matchmaking party, yes?” He said. “You just go out and meet people!”

Elliot raised his eyebrows.

“A lot of people she has already met, and she does have a boyfriend,” Elliot dryly said just to be pesky.

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 7:05 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Having the man’s attention again, Adelaide was nodding quickly. “Yes, I-” and then Elliot had to go and blabber about her boyfriend. “I DON’T have a boyfriend. Not really… He’s like a non-boyfriend like Holly said!”

“Is this the non-boyfriend you were going to give Elliot’s clothes to?” asked Holly.

Adelaide quickly shushed.

Holly shrugged her shoulders as she picked up her water glass. “You can’t help being gorgeous and nice to women. But I suppose if you didn’t like the crazy-lady you wouldn’t keep seeing her again to get those black eyes.” A friendly grin before she took a drink of her water. But she paused for a moment giving it some thought.

“Who actually goes to match making parties, anyway? Isn’t it hard enough to score a date without having tons of people walking around checking you out like a roasted turkey? There’s a place called Katrinka’s that my Aunt Nancy keeps trying to talk me in to going.”[/so][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 7:21 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot wondered if he would end with a black eye sometime. It did seem possible! He eyed Holly, kind of looking that he was thinking! Amadeus frowned a little.

“You wouldn’t believe it. Some people form CLUBS for that sort of thing. I mean, what is the meaning in paying membership for a matchmaking club? That kind of defeats the purpose.” His eyebrow raised at the name of the stablishment Holly mentioned. “She likes that sort of names, maybe it’s her again…”

Mrs. Graham-Smith came from the kitchen with a bread basket; she then proceeded to serve the soup.

“What is the topic at hand?” She asked.

“Matchmaking clubs,” Elliot said. “And black eyes. They seem to go hand in hand.”

“Oh dear.”

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 8:17 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“I could go to Katrinka’s and give it a look. Could probably pretend it was for work or something. ‘Insane Matchmakers and the People they Help’.” Holly turned to glance at Elliot, who was eying her pretty weirdly. If he thought she’d be giving him some black eyes… Holly narrowed her own glance at him.

Adelaide chimed in again. “I think matchmaking is silly, I mean, I’m smart enough to know the perfect guy when I see him!” To make her point she smiled super pretty at Amadeus, even leaned real close as she bat her eyes. “If you saw the perfect girl you’d know her when you did, riiiight?”
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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 12:27 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot gave Holly a harmless smile that was short from a wicked grin.

“Undercover reporting?” He asked. “What if the people there are completely earthly albeit a bit lonely?”

Amadeus smiled.

“Who am I to say which girls are perfect in every sense?” He cryptically said before sipping his water. Mrs. Graham-Smith cast her daughter a motherly glance for her to behave!

“Adelaide, come and help me with the rest of the dishes.”

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Divinatas – Nov 20, 2009 at 3:03 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

There was that harmless smile again. Holly matched it with a half smirk. “I’m quickly finding out that nothing in this town seems to be normal.” Which incidentally, made her job at the Chronicle that much more fun. …and maybe a little dangerous. She was going to lead towards fun though.

“But mooo-ooom.” complained Adelaide, who grumbled in defeat when her mother gave her the look again. She slooowly got up from her chair and followed the older woman out, much like a criminal about to be executed.

“Now that the pain in the ass is distracted,” Holly said once Adelaide was out of the room, “What is good for you, Amadeus? In a woman. Maybe if you don’t want crazy females chasing you, you should give more definitive answers.” She did turn to steal a glance at Elliot too, giving that smirk again. “You could answer too, Man Who Works Much.”
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Azul Morag – Nov 20, 2009 at 3:37 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Amadeus leaned against the back of his chair with his arms crossed. He seemed both reluctant and pleased with the challenge!

“Good for me in a woman? That utterly depends on the Era and the conflicts at hand. What is good in a woman, for me? She would have to be reasonably independent and capable of fending by herself most of the time. Self-esteem never hurts. A woman able to converse and has an open mind but yet, a set of morals or at least, ethics. Flipflops have never been attractive. She mustn’t try to kill me, that is an important point. I like women that are articulate and express themselves fluently – women that don’t expect me to guess them out. At the same time, I don’t like the obnoxiously vocal type that traumatize you with information you don’t really need – Ah! Most importantly, I don’t like fights with or without weapons, I have enough of that elsewhere.”

Elliot raised his eyebrows with a slight smirk at the question, then wondered what was Ritter’s line of work. Maybe a stunt double? Or maybe he was a hitman. One never knows… but he seemed more of an artist type than a hitman.

“So now I work too much? And what kind of question is that?” Elliot shrugged his elegant shoulders. “In physical terms I don’t think I have a preference, yet I admit I admire a woman that looks after herself. I suppose,” Elliot arched an eyebrow, “I like a woman with character. People around me and in the places where I have to live in general, are not the best human beings in several aspects, yet yes there are many decent people I know. Staff mainly, tend to be overly proud and snotty. People are judgmental and constantly measuring up against one another. I like women that can deal with that with their own flair. A woman with a sense of humor that can laugh at herself; like Amadeus mentioned, a set of morals never hurt… I prefer someone I can respect. I like to think I am honest. I expect honesty, too. Maybe I can be judgmental myself, but aren’t we all.”

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Divinatas – Nov 20, 2009 at 4:38 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly was having much the same thoughts about Mr. Ritter’s reply as Elliot. Era? What does this guy do for living? He HAD to be in the movies business! Hollywood women were violent and psycho.

But she shifted in her chair to listen to Elliot’s reply, finding herself much more interested in what his answer might be. She rest her arm over the back of her chair, and twitched her foot after crossing her legs.

“Sounds like a pretty generic answer to me. Even he-” she pointed a thumb at Amadeus, “said he doesn’t like fighting with or without weapons, which is at least a little bit interesting.” She cast the man across the a weird glance, suggesting she’d love to ask more about that later!

“Everyone says they want someone with ethics, independence, and humor. And they’ll date a dozen people like that. So what about the little things that really make the difference and stand out? My father always said he loved my mother because no matter where she was in the house she’d just know when he was about to drink out of the milk gallon. He’d do it just to see if she’d catch him.”
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Azul Morag – Nov 20, 2009 at 5:09 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Amadeus snickered. “Women are much more natural at foretelling actions than men.”

Elliot bit his lip to prevent a lopsided smile. “I am sorry; I am a lawyer. I can’t help generic speech sometimes, you know.” He smiled nonetheless. “Honestly, I don’t know. It’s very difficult to tell even for me, what would make me love someone. I just mentioned the most… basic things for me. Would it be someone that complements me? Or someone that does everything I do? I really don’t know. I haven’t had any great romance story of my own as to say, this is what I want; and well, I can’t exactly tell what were my parents like for each other. I only have what my father would tell me. Yes, I liked his stories but I don’t know. My mother was passionate and liberal on many aspects but very conservative on others. She left Italy with my father – and I mean she left it, I have no idea who were her relatives or where did they all go. She was an opera singer, as I have mentioned. She still had her career and she was a strong woman, but she died. My father married again yes, but decades later; I can only imagine what he felt like inside. I am not sure I would want something so intense…” Elliot made a pause. “But in some way yes, I would like that. I cannot have that if I cannot trust a woman I love. So yes, those are the basic things for me: Someone strong-willed because really, this sort of life is not for the faint-hearted; most women I have met think I am an ATM and want me to be there for them but flee when I need support. Someone with a set of morals because money is a great adversary and I need someone that won’t turn against me just to get more money. Someone with humor because I am not someone easy to live with, or so it seems. So what else?” Elliot shrugged. “Those traits are hard enough to find together.”

“I like sports, maybe she could join me but it’s not mandatory. I like detective novels and documentaries about nature. I can watch horror movies but the fast-forward button becomes very useful. I like race cars and motorcycles. I like to cook. Maybe someone who would enjoy these things with me. Someone that is not constantly criticizing me or calling me a hellish overlord that buys human souls for cheap, just because of my line of work has a bad reputation nowadays.”

Amadeus nodded.

“Yes, that is good, too!”

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Divinatas – Nov 20, 2009 at 5:26 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

His answer was long winded, but it made sense, for him and his life. She liked it. But fast forwarding… Holly grinned, not the harmless one, but an amused grin. “I’m kind of disappointed. Not only do you skip through horror movies, but you don’t deal in souls? What sort of evil villain is that? I think Aunt Nancy might be scarier.”

She turned in her chair to grin at the dinner guest. “What if you told your non-girlfriend something like that? Do you think she’d chill out, or is she the run away and cry type? …Or based on some earlier comments, starting swinging weapons at you..?” Antiques dealer maybe?[/so][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Nov 20, 2009 at 5:36 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot quirked an eyebrow.

“I have more hidden traits, but I’m not spoiling things for you,” he said with a fake offended air.

Amadeus’s eyes widened slightly at Holly’s suggestion.

“Do you think I have not tried? She says I am trying to distract her from the truth, and then she says she’s not interested in me… but I still get a black eye nonetheless. Figuratively speaking. She cursed me once – and she meant it!” He looked very much offended. “I hadn’t done anything to her. She runs away alright, but not before trying to deafen me. She tripped me the other day on the street, and when a woman and her little daughter stopped to help me she accused me of flirting with women of all ages.” He threw his hands up in mild despair. “She is just insane!”

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Divinatas – Nov 20, 2009 at 5:44 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Spoiling things for her! That sounded like a challenge. Holly cast Elliot a sly smirk.

“She does sound crazy. Don’t talk to her then! Don’t see her, don’t run in to her. Poof, out of your life. Of course, unless you like her. Then maybe you’d have to do something crazy yourself. I think crazy people only recognize crazy gestures.”

“Elliot knows all about ending up in the hands of a maniac.” She said, with an air of complete innocence.
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Azul Morag – Nov 20, 2009 at 5:59 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

“That’s easy for you to say,” Amadeus said, tragically. “I don’t know if I like her – I suppose in some crazy way I do. However people may like a Komodo dragon at the zoo and at the same time they don’t want to take it home with them. In any case she doesn’t like me, it’s more like a mania of hers against me or perhaps the flu.”

Amadeus quirked an eyebrow.

“Some things seem to be bad luck, but be the contrary in the end. Won’t you two agree?” He cryptically said. Adelaide and her mother came back with trays of food, then again with a large roasted turkey!

“Wonderful!” Amadeus said. “It must have been huge!”

“That looks delicious, Mrs. Adelaide,” observed Elliot. Mrs. Graham-Smith smiled.

“Thank you!”

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Divinatas – Nov 22, 2009 at 5:33 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Bad luck turned good fortune, huh? Holly cast a wry grin at Amadeus. Boy, he could say that again. …! Weird, was it good luck after all? Madam Adelaide had returned with the dinner spread, which really did look divine!

With the dishes out, now Adelaide was free to plop in to her chair and make more flirty looks at Amadeus, and not being at all bashful about it. “Mommy makes the best food, and I know all of her recipes.”

“Yes, what was that new one you learned, Christmas Rug Surprise?” Holly asked, blinking innocently when Adelaide choked on her water and dropped her spoon on her plate. “She’s so modest. I’m not, though.” She grinned. “Elliot and I made some cookies before coming over.”
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Azul Morag – Feb 8, 2010 at 5:15 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Amadeus smiled into his glass, half to conceal his expression; however his mismatching eyes gave him away. Like a cat, indeed!

“I do like cookies. Christmas Rug Surprise, what an intriguing name! What kind of dish is it?”

Elliot -almost- interfered to save Adelaide, but he quickly changed his mind. He simply watched as intently as a lawyer can watch while looking dangerously casual. Mrs. Graham-Smith broke the small, awkward silence:

“Let her explain later. Elliot, you should say the blessing; Wilhelm used to say it for us.”

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Divinatas – Feb 9, 2010 at 10:37 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Adelaide was still coughing on her water, much to Holly’s pleasure. Resulting in Holly casting a wide devious grin in Amadeus’ direction. She liked him. He was very fun indeed. Alas, Mrs. Adelaide came to the rescue with the suggestion of a dinner blessing. So Holly respectfully adjusted the napkin in her lap, and tilted her her to blink curiously at Elliot. He hadn’t spent a holiday with his family in ages. Far longer than she had seen hers. A practiced lawyer could give a little speech, couldn’t he?
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Azul Morag – Feb 9, 2010 at 11:32 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot blinked slowly.

“It’s been a very long time,” he admitted. “I can only hope I remember.”

Amadeus was smiling slightly and watching. There was something strange about him; something that made him look strangely old and battered like an old but strong alley cat, dignified but ever so slightly… guilty? It was the strangest thing and lasted less than a second. Mrs. Graham was watching Elliot with a wistful smile. Despite the father had been as blond as the son was dark, the two strongly resembled each other; not only the facial features or the body, but something else about Elliot brought about the same air of his long gone father. Elliot bent his forehead, closed his eyes and joining his hands, pressed them against his lips for an instant. He remembered the joy of gone years and more closely, how much he loved his father. He remembered and thoughtfully repeated those words he had heard countless times from his father’s lips; only repeated them for saying them himself would have put a knot in his throat.

“Thank you Lord for the fellowship around this table, for the good friends, for the hearts of love that manifested themselves through hands that prepared this wonderful feast. Bless us as we eat and bless us as we fellowship. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.”

“Amen,” Mrs. Graham-Smith and her daughter said. Elliot smiled, looking touched and… kind of fatherly! Amadeus replied also or not, but he nodded and smiled.

“May I propose a toast,” he said, lifting his cup of mead the hostess had poured a minute earlier for everyone. “May the Heavenly Providence smile over all of you and especially bless the excellent hands of our hostess. May this table always be a place for peace and rest for humans, cats and old birds who do Heaven’s work. So be it.”

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Divinatas – Feb 2, 2012 at 9:42 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly too muttered a soft Amen, her mouth twisting up in a less sarcastic smile. The Cranky Rug could speak really well when he wanted to. Despite having avoided his family for so many years, Holly suspected she just saw that desire to connect with people on his face. If only briefly. It made her miss her own family…

The mysterious Amadeus offered up a toast and Holly was more than happy to have a distraction from her thoughts! His toast was both elegant and eccentric. …and hinted at things that may very well have been truth and not just quirky wordplay.

“And a rescue for rugs. We can’t forget Christmas Rugs.” Holly chimed in, taking a drink from her glass of wine with a wide smile.
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Azul Morag – Feb 2, 2012 at 10:03 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot smirked into his goblet.*

“Indeed, we should not forget that” He said.*Mrs. Graham-Smith smiled motherly… after giving her child a warning glance! Elliot gave Amadeus a curious glance.
“Cats and old birds…?”
“Yes”, Amadeus said with a mischievous smile. “I suppose, why not… Christmas Rugs, too?”
Elliot got slightly red.
“One Christmas Rug alone does not make Christmas”, he pointed out. “It would need help!”
He smirked at Holly and sipped from his goblet again.*

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Divinatas – Feb 2, 2012 at 10:23 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“I guess it doesn’t make Christmas by itself.. but it sure can steal it.” Holly responded with a mischievous expression.

Adelaide looked a little uncomfortable with the conversation and with her mother’s glare. So she did what she did best, and changed the entire focus on her GOOD deeds.

“New Years is going to be in a few days, maybe we can all go to a party!” she chimed in.

“We’ve barely had Christmas Dinner and you’re talking about an adult party holiday. Tisk tisk. I am pretty certain, anyway, that Elliot probably has a crazy office party to attend to now that he’s… back from vacation.” she was grinning again. Her office always had a big New Years party, so she could only imagine the sort of party a fancy oil tycoon lawyer would have at his giant glass skyscraper.

“oh my god, Elliot can I be the date to your party, pretty, pretty, pretty please?” Adelaide squealed. It seemed her teenage crush on Amadeus was already over and she was back to adoring her step-brother instead.
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Azul Morag – Feb 2, 2012 at 10:43 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

“What? No; of course not!” Elliot arched an eyebrow. “Office New Year’s parties are not a place for… young girls. My father wouldn’t have allowed it” He remarked, almost defensively. “I wasn’t to one at Syrius till I was out if College!”

Amadeus blinked with an exaggerated look of amazement.

“That sounds really good; I wonder if -I- could go! I enjoy parties. I could bring a group and sing, too!”

Mrs. Graham blinked at her white-haired guest.
“Would you be allo… Would you do that?

Amadeus looked very dignified.

“Well, why not?”

Elliot frowned.

“Definitely, not a place for teenagers.”

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Divinatas – Feb 2, 2012 at 11:00 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“Aww… I would have loved to hear Mr. Amadeus sing! You’re going to be there, you can keep an eye on me and I promise not to steal champagne.” Adelaide whined. Her voice even amping up an octave which was the start of a temper tantrum.

Holly was ready to throw a dinner plate at her. But instead took another long drink of wine. “Elliot already promised he was going to take me to the party, Adelaide. And he can only have one female guest. It’ll make up for trying to smother me with a rug.” A swift and clever way to shield Elliot from the teenage witch. Not that Holly was interested in a New Years party at all. She had really bad luck at parties. Although… if the stranger -was- going to sing there, Holly wanted to see that for sure. Mrs. Graham seemed to think it was interesting.

“Unless you -want- to take your sister? I wouldn’t get in the way of family bonding!”
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Azul Morag – Feb 2, 2012 at 11:20 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot flashed one of his harmless smiles.

“I could not break such a promise… Even if you pulled the rug first” He added with a fierce smile. “Adelaide will surely understand that! Wouldn’t you?” he asked his stepsister.

He briefly stared at Amadeus and Mrs. Graham. Was he a singer, maybe a gun for hire that sings songs on the side…? She seemed a bit unsettled…

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Divinatas – Feb 2, 2012 at 11:45 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“Ugh… whatever…” Adelaide looked completely crushed. However, that just meant she was back to beaming her smile at Amadeus and scooting her chair closer to his. “So… If you go, you would need a date too, right?” She asked carefully.

Holly was there to save Elliot, not protect Amadeus, so she just grinned and let the girl have at it. Holly tilted closer to Elliot, whispering softly. “You really don’t have to take me if you don’t want to. But I do think Mrs. Graham’s friend is definitely worth getting to know better.”
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Azul Morag – Feb 3, 2012 at 5:43 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot slowly tilted a little closer to Holly, still looking at Amadeus and spoke in a hushed voice.

“Don’t you think he is peculiar? I guess I could get his group a space at the party, but… Isn’t it odd he has eyes like that cat from earlier? Mrs. Adelaide seems to look up to him. What if we all end as a full living room set? Quite living at that!”

Elliot smiled slightly. “If you can attend, I don’t have the slightest reason not to escort you to the party. At least if I end up as furniture again, you’d find me.”

Amadeus did notice the exchange, but he was too busy with Adelaide to pay attention!

“Sadly, I must say no. I do not think your mother would approve… or my non-girlfriend, either. She is dangerous like a large and fluffy pink beast!”

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Divinatas – Feb 3, 2012 at 8:48 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“He usual, for sure. But I might just be over sensitive to the bizarre after a really strange week.” she confessed. Holly hoped she didn’t start finding cursed people as furniture all over the place and seeing odd things every day. …then again didn’t she start her job with that faint hope that some of the things reported in the Chronicle were actually real?

All over again, Adelaide was looking disappointed. She was getting turned down everywhere and it was so unfair! “I read in mother’s books that you can pray to the angel of love when you need help with your romances. Not that I think you should bother with a non-girlfriend -any- way.” She huffed.

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Azul Morag – Feb 3, 2012 at 10:46 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Amadeus’s eyes slightly dilated in a mix of horror and shock at Adelaide’s words.

“Angel of love? That would be such trouble in the making”, he said. Quickly pulling back his composure, he quirked an eyebrow and smirked, this time at the hostess. “Such controversial reading materials you have!”

Mrs. Graham-Smith’s ears reddened a bit, yet not a muscle in her face twitched.

“Harmless reading. It’s not like such creatures walk the Earth and drink to your health nowadays”.

Amadeus smiled at mother and daughter.

“Of course not! We are near perfectly safe”.

Elliot decided it was best to just eat and watch. He quirked an eyebrow and took a sip of mead.

“Bizarre is too mild a description”, he muttered so that Holly could hear him. Then he said to the others, “I wasn’t aware angels had a profession.”

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Divinatas – Feb 4, 2012 at 12:02 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“They can’t just stand around watching us all the time, right? That would like… be super creepy!” responded Adelaide. She still thought invoking the angel of love was a really good idea. She DID want a good date for the dance, and she wasn’t so sure about her boyfriend. Now she was eying Amadeus as a potential date.

“The Chronicle has written some interesting story pieces about angels.” Holly mentioned. “There was an amusing one about meddling in the affairs of human being something that’s highly under debate.” She cast another grin. “Nothing like those TV shows where it’s all about good deeds and saving souls.”

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Azul Morag – Feb 4, 2012 at 1:42 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Amadeus blinked his mismatching eyes one after the other with the suffering air of someone being wronged over some matter from a long gone past.

“Angels? Who wants to hear about angels these days? Angels of all sorts are highly overrated. Vampires and werevolves are more like it, for young girls nowadays… The more glittery, the better.” He was smirking. “Those do meddle, don’t they? You are more likely to find one of those turned into a policeman rather than angels in robes standing in some dark nook in a public square with hands folded on their chest and rolling their eyes up at the skies.”

He proceeded to demonstrate, folding his long, pale hands and rolling his eyes up rather impiously. Mrs. Graham-Smith cast him a reproaching glance.

“You are rolling your eyes up now.” She said. “Which is not very nice. Young girls have their dreams, and some do come true. Why shouldn’t they try?”

Amadeus narrowed a glance at her.

“How about trying on their own? In any case, I mean no harm.” He smiled at Adelaide. “Believe me, there is nothing like getting things done by yourself.”

Elliot coughed meaningfully.

“Don’t tell her that,” he adviced dryly. Amadeus shrugged his shoulders.

“I am a do-it-yourselfer. I know nothing more.”

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Divinatas – Feb 4, 2012 at 3:35 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly nearly choked on a bite of her dinner. If she spent any more time snickering this evening, she probably wouldn’t live through it. “I think I agree with Mister Amadeus. What’s better than taking care of your own business? Cursing those that plague you, or in some cases uncursing. Of course, I don’t condone kidnapping people, Adelaide, it’s not attractive in a girl.”

Holly smirked as Adelaide bristled again. Almost as if the teenager was actually thinking of kidnapping. “Gooood. You guys act like I am the next generation of evil! It’s sooooo unfair.” She whined in Amadeus’ direction. Adelaide nearly grabbed on to his arm for the full effect of pitiful clinging, but her mother was shooting her another one of those looks again.

“ANYWAAAYs, I’m ready for dessert! Can we take it to the living room by the tree so we can open presents?”
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Azul Morag – Feb 4, 2012 at 4:13 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Amadeus was grinning, apparently quite amused at the thought of someone trying to kidnap him. Mrs. Graham-Parker raised her eyebrows.

“That is a nice idea, dear; as soon as we finish dinner. Your brother is still eating.”

Elliot did not appreciate being used as an excuse to say dinner was not over, and he deliberately slowed down his eating. Amadeus ate as daintily as a cat and his dinnerplate was somehow miraculously empty, except for a pile of bones at its very center, like dry wood for a bonfire. He watched Elliot and Holly in amusement.

“I agree. I would not appreciate being kidnapped, or cursed. It’s very annoying.”

“You could say that again”, Elliot growled. He finished eating as slowly as he could manage!

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Divinatas – Feb 4, 2012 at 4:22 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Adelaide stared at her step-brother and his excruciatingly slow eating. She squirmed in her seat. Huffed. And almost reached across the table to ‘help’ him eat, if Holly hadn’t threatened her with a table knife.

Holly, of course didn’t -threaten- her. She simply tilted the knife back and forth in a subtle chiding. Holly herself was also finished eating. But seemed to have no problem lingering with a glass of mead while Elliot tormented his sister. Leaning to the side to whisper to Elliot again, she hid her grin under a serious expression.

“You realize, should she get too frustrated she will likely try to curse the cookies we brought. I’m not too keen on spending the next week as a Gingerbread girl and ending my year as someone’s midnight snack.”
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Azul Morag – Feb 4, 2012 at 4:41 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot snickered but managed not to choke on a mouthful of dinner. He drank some mead. It was strangely sweet for something vikings would drink. He had guessed it would be bitter and tequila-esque strong.

“You’d be one of those cookies with a chunk of salt inside for self-defense”, he observed in a hushed tone with a smile. He smirked as he announced, “What a wonderful dinner, Mrs. Adelaide. It was delicious.”

Mrs. Adelaide smiled.*

“Thanks Elliot, how nice of you. Adelaide, help me bring dessert to the living room”.

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Divinatas – Feb 4, 2012 at 5:06 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Adelaide practically lept out of her seat. Bouncing off to the kitchen to procure all the desserts, even beating her mother in there. She bounced away humming a merry Christmas tune about reindeer.

Holly drank the last contents in her glass. Enjoying that nice warm feeling that rushed through her veins. She thought she might’ve had to drink a lot more just to be able to get through Christmas evening. But… spending time with Elliot’s family wasn’t so bad. Maybe because it was so different from the traditional way her family used to spend it. There were less reminders to make her mood dark.

Before she started thinking too deeply down that road, Holly rose from her seat. Tapping her fingers on Elliot’s shoulders as she passed him. “To the living room, then. We can spread you out on the floor and pile presents on top of you.” she smirked wickedly.
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Azul Morag – Feb 4, 2012 at 5:36 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot smirked.

“I refuse to cooperate.” He said, leaving the table to follow her. Amadeus ran his fingers through his hair and followed them with a grin. He inspected the tree and mildly shook the tiny bells on it, batting at them with his fingers. Noticing, Elliot quirked an eyebrow.

He opened his mouth to speak, but thought about it and started over.

“I see you are an old friend of Mrs. Adelaide’s. How did you get acquainted?”

Amadeus smiled a little.

“She helped me out of a family quarrel”, he said. “She was a very talented young woman; a true artist. Had I been younger, I would have turned her into a musician… but she was not attracted to crowds and power. So we are simple friends.”

Holly was enjoying the evening, there was no hiding it. Elliot opened the jewel box again and gave her a chocolate as Amadeus spoke. Mrs. Adelaide as a rockstar? There was some food for thought!

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Divinatas – Feb 4, 2012 at 5:44 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

It was all too easy for Holly to imagine Mrs. Graham as a rockstar. Maybe it was just something about the way the woman walked or spoke to people. Holly always figured the most prim and proper of people were usually the ones that could really get wild and have a great presence when they wanted to make it known.

Accepting the chocolate as a bribe to not bury Elliot in presents she popped the piece in her mouth, followed by sanguine smile. Mister Amadeus was a natural presence. If Holly were younger, she might have been as bad as Adelaide and clung to the man’s every word. She really was interested in hearing him sing.

And Elliot… Elliot was definitely not a rockstar. Holly more imagined him riding carpets in the Arabian desert, swinging a cutlass like a pirate and giving harmless smiles before he hijacked your treasures and went sneaking off in to the night.

Now she couldn’t quit grinning!
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Azul Morag – Feb 4, 2012 at 6:02 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot wondered if that meant Mrs. Adelaide used to get into fights with cat people singing on rooftops. He was still pondering on that when he saw Holly was grinning from ear to ear and looked at him just like she did when he tried on the villain coat the first time, at the shop. Elliot gave her a lawyerly warning look! He wouldn’t go without a fight, if she planned on shaking the poker at him!

He was still smirking at the thought as he replied to Amadeus, “So you are a professional musician. Are you a singer?”

“I used to be. Now I am mainly a composer. I write songs for a selected few.” He almost preened like a cat. “I still sing sometimes, I enjoy singing for friends or in private parties.”

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Divinatas – Feb 4, 2012 at 6:29 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly wasn’t scared of his lawyer look at all. And the fact he was giving it had her grinning all the wider. She did make sure to escape to a safe spot over near the fireplace. It was only by coincidence she was near the pokers.

“That sounds like a fun career.” she mentioned, clasping her hands behind her back and strolling to the opposite end of the fireplace before Elliot got any ideas of her going on a swinging rampage. “I think I’d enjoy hearing you sing or play some music, but I’ll ask another time when Adelaide isn’t here to maul you.”

Speaking of Adelaide, she came prancing in to the room with a tray of cookies, cakes, and other sweets all neatly arranged. Leaning over a coffee table she set them down. Then she was pointing at Holly like she had just spotted something amazingly wicked.

“Miiistletooooe!” she squealed. “Now somebody has to kiss you, or you’ll be cursed to a life of being an old maid!”

“…are you threatening me with a curse, Adelaide?” Holly asked, crossing her arms over her chest and rethinking walking away from the fire poker. She might need it after all.

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Azul Morag – Feb 4, 2012 at 7:29 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot was eyeing the pokers when Adelaide bounced in and threatened them with mistletoe curses -or at least that is what he thought.

“You have some sort of matchmaking obsession”, he observed. Holly looked right about going back and grabbing a fire poker! “Holly breaks curses of all sorts.”

Amadeus blinked.

“She does? Doesn’t that deserve a kiss?”

Elliot blinked at the sudden remark. “I think it’s the other way around,” he observed. Mrs. Graham-Smith came in with a dish bearing the cookies Holly and Elliot brought to the party. She placed down the tray and simply moved out of the way!

Elliot felt both pressured and kind of ridiculous for fearing for his life. Even lawyers get a day of reckoning, he guessed. He walked up to Holly and took her hand.

“Only if you’d allow me the slightest kiss, Adelaide will be turned into a piece of decor, herself?”

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Divinatas – Feb 4, 2012 at 7:39 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Having grown up with a sibling, Adelaide’s prodding hadn’t bothered her in the least. (Though she was never going to trust the girl again when she mentioned a curse.) So she was trying hard not to smirk when Elliot seemed so stiff and perturbed by the entire idea. She even plotted on teasing him a bit and seeing how much more ruffled he’d be. It’d serve him well for some of the trouble he caused her all week.

But she really didn’t expect him to take her hand and make such a formal show about it. Those thoughts about him being a wicked Arabian thief were coming to mind again.

“Elliot, to turn Adelaide to chair I’d give up a thousand kisses.” she responded, trying to make light of the entire thing and hoping she wasn’t turning red or anything else equally as stupid. She was a grown woman, and it was no big deal. Really.

Adelaide sliiiid up next to Amadeus. “Can I have a kiss?” She bat her eyes at him with her sweetest look.

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Azul Morag – Feb 4, 2012 at 7:53 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot found himself smiling, and he hoped he wasn’t looking like an idiot for it. He gently slid his arm around Holly’s waist and leaned forward, giving her a gentle kiss. It… lasted a tad longer than he had planned!

Elliot felt a rush of warmth. That mead sure was stronger than it seemed to be! Because it had to be the mead, right?

On his side of the room, Amadeus smiled mysteriously.

“No dear lady; you can’t. I respect and appreciate your mother very much, and you are her dear child.”

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Divinatas – Feb 4, 2012 at 8:12 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly expected a simple, brisk, completely ordinary everyday kiss. Not a caress of lips tasting faintly of mead and a tinglie rush of dizziness that made her knees nearly give way, and causing her to tilt a little too far forward in to his embrace. Holly hadn’t even realized she held her breath. Only breathing for the first time when she finally pulled away from Elliot.

There went her idea of not turning red, because she could feel the heat in her cheeks. Now she was just hoping no one heard her heart beating a thousand miles per hour.

“Only… nine hundred and ninety nine to go for a plush chaise?” she murmured softly.

Adelaide wasn’t paying attention to the chaos she had cause. Now pouty at Amadeus with that dark and sulky look again. “Mother ruins everything!”

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Azul Morag – Feb 4, 2012 at 8:29 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

She did say something, but he didn’t quite hear it and it would have been painfully embarrasing to ask. Elliot had tightened his hold on her as she leaned closer into his arms and whatever she had just said, he prayed it wasn’t along the lines of I’ll sue you, or worse, let go of me. She had moved away though – and she was blushing! He found that bewitching. Elliot smiled a little awkwardly and blinked, looking a bit lost. His ears were red.

“… Did you say something…?” He muttered.

“On the contrary,” Amadeus gravely said. “Didn’t she get you to this world for us to meet you?”

He left it at that and plucked a cookie from the tray.

“So much sweetness. I almost miss my own family.”

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Divinatas – Feb 4, 2012 at 9:04 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“Nine hundred and ninety nine.” she repeated. …then cleared her throat! Maybe Adelaide did go casting some crazy curse, cause Holly definitely felt enchanted. She reached out a hand to straighten his shirt, despite the fact her really didn’t need it. Holly lift a hand to point over towards the coffee table. “There’s cookies.”

Adelaide wasn’t sure if she had just been insulted or not. But she decided to take it as a compliment instead. “You’re right! I guess she is pretty awesome after all!” She plopped down on the sofa, taking up a cookie to chew on.

“These are pretty good. Holly made them herself?”

A spell breaker! “Yes and Elliot helped by looming in the kitchen and supervising like it was a business meeting.”
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Azul Morag – Feb 5, 2012 at 6:04 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Nine hundred and ninety nine what? Elliot blinked and the need to grasp whatever she meant forced him to focus… However, he could only blink again and look at the cookies on the table.

“Hm… Cookies.” The sound of his own voice grounded him back into reality. “Yes, Holly made them… They passed quality control with flying colors. Obtaining the test subjects was extremely difficult, I must say!”

He moved over to the small table and reached out to grab one of the cookies. His ears were still red.

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Divinatas – Feb 6, 2012 at 1:22 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly’s face was still red, but at least with the break of contact everything was returning back to normal. She smoothed her hands over her skirt, not trusting her knees to work proper if she moved. But after a few moments, Holly migrated away from the fireplace and over to the sofa. She sat slowly, with all the grace of Mrs. Graham (and wondering why she was bothering to be so prim) and settled before reaching to snatch up a cookie for herself. At the going rate, Adelaide would scarf them all down before long.

Having one cookie in her mouth and two in her hands, Adelaide didn’t share her mother’s manners at all. She crawled across the floor towards the Christmas Tree, where she sat on her knees moving presents around. “I have a gift for Elliot!”

“It’s not a genie’s lamp or trap box, is it?” Holly asked. Using the cookie in her hand like a shield.

“Noooo.” Adelaide huffed. “It’s a normal gift, jeeze…”
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Azul Morag – Feb 25, 2012 at 7:39 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot found himself watching Holly as he ate his cookie. Well, at least some fortune came out of misfortune, even if such fortune was able with a firepoker. Elliot wondered if her had blushed or if she had flushed with anger. What was he trying to avert himself from? If it had been anger, she would have skewered him. Maybe she would like to go for coffee next morning… or in about an hour?

Adelaide’s exclamation pulled him back to reality. Elliot had to admit he would rather not get any presents from Adelaide after the unfortunate situation he had to live through the last week… He frowned a little.

“As long as it comes in peace…”

Amadeus grinned as if some pleasant memory had come to mind. He seemed about to share it but had second thoughts and kept it to himself. Mrs. Graham-Parker poured him more drink and smiled.

“Will you stay in Elsewen?”

Amadeus’s smile faded a little.

“That is my intention… yet, I might need to visit England later next year.”

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Divinatas – Feb 26, 2012 at 11:18 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Adelaide pushed around several presents under the tree until she found just the one she was looking for. Small and flat, it LOOKED harmless enough, but Holly was sure everyone in the room were eying it like it might contain some sort of bomb.

The teenage girl hopped to her feet and flounced over to Elliot. Offering him the package, neatly wrapped in silver and gold paper, she remained there. Staring, waiting for him to unwrap and open it.

“It’s a picture frame!” Apparently he was taking too long for her liking, so she blurted it out. “My best school picture from last year where I look the prettiest. Now you won’t forget all about me!”

“Probably be nice for target practice. Did you get him a set of darts too?” Holly mentioned, now with a cup of milk in her hand to sip from and use as a shield.

Adelaide didn’t appreciate the comment.
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Azul Morag – Feb 26, 2012 at 10:38 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot just finished unwrapping the gift despite the contents were revealed before he could finish. He stared at the picture. It was a very sugary Adelaide in her school outfit (even he found it ridiculously expensive, for a school uniform) staring from the picture frame with eyes like someone incapable of turning people into rugs then selling them off on eBay.

“I suppose I could borrow some darts from Amadeus… but yes, it’s a nice gift Adelaide. Thank you.”

He was about to say she was hardly forgettable, but he didn’t because it suddenly seemed bad encouragement for her awful behavior. He grinned a lawyerly grin… It was kind of sinister!

“I do have a gift for you, as well.”

He went over to the tree to get it, after entrusting the picture to Holly like he was giving her a pet anaconda to hold: with a kind of ‘watch out’ look! He fished a big package from under the tree and handed it over to Adelaide.

“It’s just what you need.” He said, with that lawyerly smile again!

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Divinatas – Feb 27, 2012 at 1:23 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly eyed the picture. That uniform Adelaide was wearing probably cost more than her car! At least Holly could understand the sentiment of the girl giving her older brother a picture. Just… as a Christmas gift? With Elliot’s sinister smiling, Holly couldn’t help but find herself grinning wide. He really did look like a villain every time he smiled like that.

Adelaide was very excited to remember she had a present too! The minute it was in her hands, she plopped on the floor and wrapped paper was sent flying in every direction. The girl looked surprised to see the messenger bag, even pleased! She examined every inch of it, even tipping it upside down to see if anything was hidden inside. She was confused when a paper dropped out.

“What’s this?” she asked, reading the contents.

“A job application!” Holly chimed in. “For The Chronicle. You’re so good at getting in to trouble, what better place to work.”

“WORK?” Adelaide looked completely disgusted by the idea. “Why would I wanna do that?”

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Azul Morag – Apr 16, 2013 at 12:07 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

“Work will help you earn some money for your expenses, and it will also help you acquire valuable people skills if you are to survive in organized society,” Elliot said, furrowing his brow. “If Mrs. Adelaide approves, you will be working at the Chronicle by your own means for a while.”

He flashed his lawyerly smile again.

“This will do you good!”

Amadeus blinked. A smile was dancing in his eyes, but rather than commenting, he sipped his drink. Mrs. Adelaide was dubious, but she seemed to be gravely pondering on the possible benefits that hard work could bestow on her daughter!

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Divinatas – Apr 20, 2013 at 11:40 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“The best part, is that you’ll be working for me as my own personal gopher. I think that makes up for an entire week of a christmas rug trying to kill me.” Holly hadn’t quite gotten over that faint tinge to her cheeks enough to take a look in Elliot’s direction. But that slightly sarcastic tone of voice was back and she was all but cheshire-cat grinning in Adelaide’s startled direction.

Adelaide’s entire range of emotions sprinted across her features in a split second. Annoyance, anger, confusion, disgust… but then she was squinting at Holly. Then at Elliot. Tilting the application in her hands back and forth as if she were weighing a monumentally huge decision and all the possibilities that came with it. Finally, the most mysterious devious smile flittered over her face.

“Okay! Working should be fun, right? And I’ll learn stuff and get to see more of Elliot when he comes to visit Holly at work. Oh! Did you get Hoooollllyyyyy a christmas a present? Besides mistletoe smooching, cause that is totes not a present.” Adelaide’s look was victorious.

And Holly nearly choked on a cookie.
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Azul Morag – Apr 20, 2013 at 8:50 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot furrowed his brow at Adelaide’s remarks. Then he flashed his harmless smile.

“Yes! You will find work may actually be fun. I was thinking… I may visit your new place of work to appraise your progress. I think you both are getting something you need this Christmas. Isn’t that wonderful?”

He sipped his drink.

“Christmas is not over yet. Maybe I have something else up my sleeve, but you don’t need to know that, Adelaide.”

Amadeus coughed to keep himself from laughing. He sipped more mead.

“My older brother is just like him”, Amadeus confided to Mrs. Graham-Smith. She sighed, casting him a slight censoring glance, then gave Adelaide a conciliative smile.

“Adelaide, we owe Holly our merry Christmas. Don’t we? I do have a gift for her.”

Mrs. Graham-Smith walked to the Christmas Tree and removed one of the balls, which turned out to be a spherical box. She gave it to Holly.

“Thank you, Holly.”

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Divinatas – Apr 20, 2013 at 9:00 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly looked a bit as if she had just been handed a bomb. Nor did she make any pretenses at hiding the expression. In fact, thinking about what any of them had in mind for Christmas presents, Elliot especially, left her with that sinking sense of dread. Like a fish in a shark bowl. Or a journalist amidst sorcerers. It was so much more accurate than she wanted to realize…

“Thank you, uhm…” Holly very gingerly twisted the round box to pull off the top, pausing only when Adelaide crept up and near bounced next to her.

“What is it!” she squeaked.

Holly almost considered letting her open in, in case it was another holiday curse. Frowning at the girl, she resumed opening the box, prepared for anything crazy that might jump out!
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Azul Morag – Apr 20, 2013 at 9:21 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot found himself a little aprehensive. He just hoped the gift was a regular one, like a necklace or something! As Holly removed the top of the box… The inside of the spherical box was lined in velvet, and there was a makeup mirror; two round mirrors in a lacquered shell on a golden hinge, with a tiny knob to keep it closed. The lacquered shell was decorated with… tiny ravens hovering on blossoming branches, on a full moon. Inside, the top mirror was a normal glass mirror; the bottom one only seemed to be normal. It had a slightly blue tint to it. Mrs. Adelaide smiled reassuringly.

“The bottom mirror will show you beyond people’s masks as much as possible, and signs of danger. Some masks are too strong for it, but only rarely strong… masked beings are around. I think you may find it useful.”

Elliot needed all the lawyerly skill he could muster to remain cool at that! He guessed like Holly said, there’s a certain line of crazy you can’t come back from, once you’ve crossed it!

“… That is not a good thing to have around lawyers now, is it?”

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Divinatas – Apr 20, 2013 at 9:31 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“On the contrary, it’s likely the perfect thing to have around lawyers…” If there was any doubt to Mrs. Graham-Smiths strange ties to the mystic and supernatural, the odd little compact she held in her hands now was proof to the contrary. Holly didn’t know if she should make quick apologies and run out the door to flag the first bus she found or… try it out to see if it worked! There was that part of her that was crazy enough to join a paper like the Chronicle that found these sorts of things fascinating.

“Ooooooooh! I want to see! Momma, why don’t I get presents like these?”

Yet, in the back of Holly’s head she was just imagining all the trouble a girl like Adelaide could do with a gift like this. Holly kept the compact tight in hand and gave Adelaide the ornament box it came in. “Maybe when you’re about twenty years older and not a kleptomaniac badwitch?”

“But, uhm, thank you, Mrs. Adelaide. This is a really special gift.” Strange… but undoubtedly special. Holly finally stole a glance at Elliot to see what he thought about his interesting new family.

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Azul Morag – Apr 20, 2013 at 9:49 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Mrs. Graham-Smith smiled.

“You are welcome, Holly. I think you may find it useful, especially after this last week. Just be careful and discrete when you use it.”

“Basic politeness will suffice”, Amadeus said, a little gloomily. “Masked beings are masked for a reason. Some may not take well being revealed, let alone exposed.”

Mrs. Graham-Smith nodded and turned to her daughter.

“In time you will learn how to handle these things, Adelaide. You must, because you cannot help it. You are my daughter.”

Amadeus didn’t seem to approve of the gift, but he didn’t seem about to censor it, either. He shrugged his shoulders, rather philosophically.

“All of you will”, he said. He drank more mead.

Elliot stared at the compact in Holly’s hands.

“Will you use it on your boss?” He asked. “I hope I would not look like a rug in it.”

He instantly regretted saying that, because the last thing he wanted was to try it out. Amadeus narrowed his mismatched eyes with a feline glint to it.

“How about trying it on yourself?”

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Divinatas – Apr 20, 2013 at 10:03 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Adelaide was now sulking, because instead of something amazing and potentially magical, she was getting a job instead. Not even a date with Mister Amadeus or with Elliot. The teenage girl eventually sunk to the floor at the foot of the couch, plucking up cookies off the tray and chewing on them like they were the last joy she would ever get from life.

Holly glanced back and forth between Elliot and Amadeus. Occasionally even a look at Mrs. Graham Smith. …that is when she broke in to laughter. “I dunno… I have already learned the hard way all about Elliot and Adelaide. As well as the most elegant Mrs. Adelaide.So really, the only person I haven’t discovered secrets from is you sir. And I have to admit, you’re pretty darn alluring to someone snoopy like me.”

It was Holly giving one of those harmless smiles now. But she was closing up the compact and kindly not aiming it in anyone or anything’s direction. “Lucky for you, I think I have seen enough for one week. I’ll save it for a moment I really need to know the truth.”

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Azul Morag – Apr 20, 2013 at 10:33 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Amadeus laughed!

“I wonder what my non-girlfriend would say about your words”, he said. “I know I am interesting… Yes, maybe I am too interesting. However you may be disappointed!” He laughed again. “I am too old for these things, really.”

Elliot blinked slowly.

“I am just glad things took a turn for the best”, he dryly said. “I don’t feel curious in the slightest at the moment. I guess that mirror is more useful on politicians and salesmen.”

Mrs. Graham-Smith smiled benevolently.

“I only want Holly to be safe in her line of work.”

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Divinatas – Apr 20, 2013 at 10:50 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Well that was mysterious and strange. From Mrs. Graham-Smith and not Amadeus. That man was charming and strange, in all of the good fun ways. Holly couldn’t fault him for that. Mrs. Graham-Smith, though, just seemed like she was giving some subtle gypsy warning about untold evil in the future. It was laughable – yet scary seeing the circumstances of her family.

“I’m just a journalist. Not even the go out and catch a good story kind. I work for the Chronicle and all my stories are based on lots of reading, phonecalls and boring stuff. I’m pretty sure I’ll be okay!” Now Holly was having that urge to run out the door and bury herself in bed where it would be safe and sound.

“…besides, I survived Elliot trying to kill me, I’m pretty sure I can take on the world at this point.” Holly cast him a cheeky grin.
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Azul Morag – Apr 20, 2013 at 11:09 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot munched on a cookie, looking completely unrepentant.

“You tried to bury me under presents and a tree”, he said. “Besides, you tried to kill me, too! I would’t have survived if I had any bones back then.”

Amadeus cast them a gloomy look.

“Well, that is similar to a non-girlfriend I know”, he said. Mrs. Graham-Smith caressed her daughter’s hair but couldn’t help to smile at their comments.

“Life is full of surprises. I shall get a subscription of the Chronicle. It must be very interesting.”

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Divinatas – Apr 20, 2013 at 11:27 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“It’s a very interesting paper. Probably right up your alley, I think. Elliot might like that sort of news more now. Which, by the way, I did not try to kill you. Defending myself from a crazy tapestry is perfectly acceptable.” If they were going to bicker over who did more damage, he was going to lose that battle. Lawyer powers or not. He tried to smother her! And nearly knocked her unconscious! And made her look crazy!

Holly’s thoughts vaguely wandered to what her Aunt and Uncle were doing, knowing that she was about on Christmas. Were they waiting for a call from the police about her setting someone on fire again? Or the loony-bin because she had an insane obsession with talking to rugs? She almost cracked another smile.

“In any case I guess it’s getting kind of late, and I doubt spending the night here would have good results for Elliot with Adelaide around.”

“Hey!” Adelaide pouted again and muttered. But now that the idea of Elliot staying over was in her head, she already looked like she was churning ideas.

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Azul Morag – Apr 20, 2013 at 11:52 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot smirked.

“Charming… as the evening has been, yes it is kind of late now. I will drive you home.” Elliot quirked an eyebrow at Adelaide, who was half-pouting… Half-scheming, maybe? The more the reason to leave! He smiled at his… crazy relatives; he wondered if Amadeus was part of the package!

“We’ll leave when you are ready,” he told Holly. “Thank you, Mrs. Adelaide. For everything, really. It’s been a wonderful evening.” The older lady nodded and smiled.

“You are always welcome; both of you”, she said.

Elliot shook Amadeus’s hand. “If you really would like to sing at Sirius’s Christmas Party, I will make the necessary arrangements for you.”

Amadeus smiled. “Sure! I will call you tomorrow, if that’s okay.” Elliot nodded and handed over his business card. Then he turned to Adelaide.

“Well, little sister. I hope to see you soon… working hard at The Chronicle and making your mother even prouder.”

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Divinatas – Apr 21, 2013 at 5:07 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Adelaide wasted no time in leaping off the floor and swinging her arms around Elliot’s neck in what looked like a death grip hug. Holly seemed to slightly motion like she was going to grab the girl and pull her back, but second thought it. It wasn’t even because she thought Adelaide was in attack mode, she was just a little concerned Elliot might have flung the girl across the room and straight in to the fireplace. SHE would have.

Course Holly found out the hard way that what you think you’d do isn’t the same as what you actually do, when Adelaide released Elliot to pounce on her instead. Holly stood there like a frozen rabbit for a split second before she reluctantly gave Adelaide a pat on the back.

“Thaaaaaank yoooou for bringing Elliot back! You know, I didn’t REALLY want him to be a rug and stuff and I glad everything is awesome now! I can’t wait to start working and investigating and seeing Elliot all the times, it’s going to be toooootes cool! So you’ll come back here sometimes too right?” Adelaide chattered on until Holly disentangled herself from her.

“I might yes. With a bodyguard. Hmm… Thank you for welcoming me, Mrs. Adelaide. It was a pleasure to meet you Amadeus. I think I’d enjoy hearing you sing sometime.” She gave the man a wink before she tilted her head towards the door to show she was ready to go. Already making the steps for the hall to fetch her coat and scarf.
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Azul Morag – Apr 21, 2013 at 9:19 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot raised his eyebrows at Adelaide but he was more amused than anything else; besides, he noticed the glint of a tear in the older lady’s eyes and he did not want to spoil the moment for them. He was surprised by the curious tightness in throat, almost as if he was moved, too. Was he not? Elliot smiled and said nothing as Adelaide detached herself from him only to attach herself to Holly. He smirked at Holly’s reaction.

“Thank you Holly; please come back to visit sometime! You will be very welcome.” Mrs. Graham-Smith said.

Amadeus beamed at being winked at.

“Hopefully you’ll hear my music sooner than later,” Amadeus said. He caught up with Holly at the doorway to the hall and quickly added on a low voice. “Holly. If you see two old black birds, crows or ravens if you like, lingering around together, don’t use your mirror on them.”

He smiled mischivously and returned to the cookies. Elliot didn’t quite hear what the man said, except something about the mirror. Strange things already? He made a mental note to ask once they were in the car!

Mrs. Graham-Smith gave Amadeus a kind of motherly stare, only to get one of his unrepentant smiles. She turned to Elliot.

“Good night, Elliot. Please drive safely, and visit again soon!”

Elliot blinked but immediately flashed one of his lawyerly smiles.

“Yes, of course Mrs. Adelaide. Goodnight!” He moved to the vestibule after Holly, where their things were left in an elegant hanger to be picked up on the way out.

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Divinatas – Apr 21, 2013 at 9:33 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Well. There went the questions of Amadeus too was mixed up in mystical funny business. Though she couldn’t figure out WHY she’d even point her mirror are ravens or crows.

…until now. Now the seed of temptation was planted in her head and Holly was all too curious about what she might see.

At the door she picked up her scarf to wrap around her neck and pulled her coat up on her shoulders. Watching Elliot, though she was a bit lost in her own thoughts about magic mirrors and ravens to really be looking at him. She shook herself out of it once she realized he was about ready himself, then it was a matter of stepping outside in to the cold winter snow.

Holly waited until he followed and the Graham-Smith door was closed. In fact, she waited a few more spaces further from the house in case the Mrs also turned out to be able to hear through thick walls too.

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Azul Morag – Apr 21, 2013 at 9:57 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot blinked slowly in wonderment.

“I… really do not know,” he said, slowly. “I was fully exposed to the peculiar characteristics of the family only after I was… Not myself.” He cast a wary glance around, yet the night was white and deep, and it didn’t seem like there were another soul around… It had seemed to him like someone was watching them!

“I am wondering if my father knew, which I believe would be hard for him not to know – but why didn’t he tell me? Or did he in some subtle way, and I didn’t realize? I suppose,” Elliot tapped his chin over his fiery orange red scarf, “that I will need to visit more often and learn more about this. Also, could this be… not limited to my own family? You said your boss’s boss is known to be…”

He raised his eyes. They had reached the small car, under the sketchy shade of a leafeless tree in the moonlight. There were two birds, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder not too high above their heads. The birds were probably crows, looking right back at them. One of them stared, then looked away. The other one clicked its beak and fluffed up more, to keep heat, and watched them. Elliot eyed his car.

“It’s best not to startle birds sitting over your car,” he muttered. “Let’s talk as I drive.”

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Divinatas – Apr 21, 2013 at 10:20 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly was sure all the blood had run out of her face when she saw the birds. And why! Why be surprised! She had spent a week with a cursed rug-lawyer, had dinner with a couple of witches and vaguely flirted with a man who seemed to be peculiar himself. Suddenly the weight of everything just felt so… draining! Holly was more than happy to pack herself away in to his car and didn’t say another word until her seatbelt clicked, his car door was closed and the engine was started.

“I’ve worked for the Chronicle long enough to know it’s not just your family. I mean, I never really encountered any of this stuff before myself… but the supernatural history of this island goes all the way back to it’s founding. And you know if it’s here, it’s everywhere else in the world too.” she responded, leaning back in her seat to get comfortable for the long ride. Holly glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

“But you are going to see them again? Check in on Adelaide while she is working for me…?” It was purely out of curiosity and not just because Holly thought it might be nice to see him again after tonight.

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Azul Morag – Apr 21, 2013 at 10:41 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

“Of course I will! I promised I will keep in touch with them,” Elliot said. “And yes, I do plan on checking up on Adelaide and making sure she does not try something not so funny on you… As I am sure I mentioned before: Contrary to popular belief, it’s very difficult to get rid of me.”

The moonlight made the night white and black, with hardly any grey hues at all. The road shimmered as they sped down the road into the forest where they saw deer before. Elliot had got the impression that something had startled her, but since she didn’t say anything, should he pry?

“I am kind of limited by my work and the price on my head,” he said with a smirk, “as you already know, there are my bodyguards and Alfred, but I won’t make it subtle that I want to see you again, if you agree. I want to get to know you better. We already know quite a lot about each other, but is it ever enough, anyway…?” Elliot tried hard… But no, he had to ask!

“What did Amadeus tell you? You were pale a minute ago…”

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Divinatas – Apr 21, 2013 at 10:53 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly smirked after he commented he was hard to get rid of. That might have been the understatement of the year. She tried pretty damned hard to and now she was wanting the exact opposite. Yet his avoidance at being ‘subtle’ had her both wanting to flush and to out right laugh. It was what she wanted to hear, so why did it make her so nervous?

Asking about Amadeus, though, left her giving a sheepish shrug of her shoulders and a slight grimace. “He said not to point my mirror at any ravens or crows, especially two sitting together. Of course seeing the birds was coincidence, those things are all over the place, but you know… a night like tonight and Mrs. Adelaide’s warnings… I guess I am a little jumpy.”

Holly turned in her seat, eying him while he was too busy driving to look her way. “I don’t want to talk about it, thought. That sort of stuff is work for me, they are your family. I don’t want to inadvertently snoop around on your families business. I did promise I wouldn’t. …so tell me about your company Christmas party! What do a bunch of boring lawyers do during a holiday party?”

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Azul Morag – Apr 21, 2013 at 11:51 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot stared at the road ahead, listening to Holly. Most importantly, she didn’t refuse the idea of seeing him again, and get to know each other even better. That was good! Elliot was a strong-willed man and as such, he highly valued clear standpoints. Elliot was aware that the circumstances around them were very strange, but he was very appreciative of Holly’s courageous and noble character. Were she any different, he would still be a rug – that was a matter of fact. They could get closer… And who knows? Maybe the future was bright and filled with… stranger things. So… Strange supernatural beings had been loitering around his car? Why did that seem so oddly amusing?

“Well, at least they didn’t charge me for watching over the car during our dinner. Okay! Let’s forget about those birds. It sounds like a supernatural witness protection program… or something similar.”

He snickered.

“What is to be said about the company’s Christmas Party? It’s a huge thing. Employees plan for it all year long; I am not directly involved in the planning, though. That is left for the Department of Public Affairs. Last year we had the Cirque du Soleil, and a Christmas masquerade – it was the most absurd thing. We also had a rock band that played well into the morning and ended up crashing a wedding when they got back to their hotel. Both the band and I got sued.” He shook his head. “Anyway, it’s a great stress-reliever for the people at Sirius. It’s good fun, but it’s no place for children, let alone teenage witches. Important business partners are invited, too… but I make a point to keep the party as a party, not an excuse for business. I need rest, too!”

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Divinatas – Apr 22, 2013 at 12:30 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

She was casting a look of disbelief. That narrowed-eyed stare suggesting she was so sure she believed him. Still, there was a quirk at the corner of her mouth and the entire thought amused her.

“Sounds over the top. Pretty unbelievable, especially for Mr Elliot Graham-Parker who seems to live out of his office and never has the time to spend in his wonderfully clean apartment with the big shiny tub.” Though, maybe she could imagine him at a masquerade, all dressed in black with a Phantom of the Opera mask and skulking around like a dark and wicked villain. A sort of mischievous grin danced over her face for a moment before she returned to the conversation.

“And expensive. Office parties at the Chronicle are pretty much a bunch of people in their work clothes standing around in the office with beer and cupcakes from the local shop. And pinatas. For some reason there is always a pinata no matter what the occasion is. Maybe the big bosses have more interesting parties.” Pinatas filled with dollar bills? That’d be amusing.
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Azul Morag – Apr 22, 2013 at 1:18 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot laughed! “What? I do spend time home… Hm. I admit it seemed pointless sometimes, to go back to an empty house. It was already empty when I got it. At the time, it seemed only natural to get my own place. I had friends over… But then my father died! His death… hit me very hard.”

Elliot nibbled on his lip for an instant. He coughed once and dissimulately, then spoke again.

“I wish our Christmas party were more like yours, but people await this one so eagerly, it’s become a sort of unspoken right. Last year’s was a good party; it was the first one I attended since… my father died. The masquerade was fun. I still don’t know what was Alfred’s custome – and I am sure she did it on purpose. Some art students came by and set up people’s costumes and makeup with the things they brought over, and it was a success. We sponsor a scholarship for them now.”

He smirked. “I hear piñatas have great therapeutic properties… With prizes inside, they got to be awesome.”

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Divinatas – Apr 22, 2013 at 1:53 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“I had my own apartment before. Granted, it was a bazillion times smaller and didn’t even have a separate bedroom, but it was mind and I liked it. Though, I admit I do like knowing there’s going to be someone around when I get off work. Eating dinner alone kinda sucked.” That was trailing in to areas she didn’t want to get in to. Tonight had been rather nice, the last thing she wanted to do was freak out right at the tail end.

Shifting slightly in her seat to flick her hair out of her face and lean against the door, Holly stifled a yawn. “Your corporate party sounds surprisingly fun. I can imagine Alfred spending the evening incognito and having some sort of lascivious one night affair.”

Holly turned to give him a wicked grin. “Pinatas are pretty great. And I can swing one hella mean stick. No pinata has ever stood a chance.”

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Azul Morag – Apr 22, 2013 at 2:09 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot gasped and couldn’t refrain a loud cackle of laughter! He instinctively lowered speed to keep control of the car.

“Alfred! A one night affair! I wonder if the guy would survive long enough to see the next day!” Elliot laughed, pretty wickedly. “I suppose she’d be kind enough to drop him at the hospital!”

Switching gear, he accelerated to previous speed again. He was grinning. “Would you come with me to Syrius Christmas Party? You’ll see by yourself what it is like! I don’t think we’ll have piñatas, but I just need to find out what have they plotted out exactly, and I do believe Amadeus will be there, too. Who knows what his band may be like. He said he’ll call me tomorrow.”

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Divinatas – Apr 22, 2013 at 2:40 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“You know, dangerous woman could also be romantic if given the setting and opportunity!” Holly was grinning and chuckling herself. She doubted his Alfred was as dangerous as he described, but then again… wouldn’t you need to be when your boss was kind of wicked?

“Your escort to a very Syrius Celebration… ” She tilted her head, pretending to think it over. Though she didn’t have any interest in seeing what a bunch of rich lawyers and business people spent their evenings talking about over wine and sparkling jewels, Holly did want to see what Elliot was like when he wasn’t a vicious attack rug or surrounded by peculiar family.

“I suppose I’d like to see what sort of musician Amadeus is. I have the feeling he likes to be surprising. Not so sure I have anything appropriate to wear, though… You’re going to out dress me.”
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Azul Morag – Apr 22, 2013 at 3:35 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

The end of the forest came into view, as they took a long curve down the road. Trees bent their branches over it like a curious, round gate in the moonlight. Elliot smiled mischievously.
“Setting and opportunity… I wonder what that would be. Maybe a bank robbery, or an armed kidnapping? Something extreme?”

“Thank you for sort of saying yes.” He cast her a critical glance for a fraction of a second. “I think you’ll like the party… Whatever it turns out to be. I’ll get the details, day and hour for you. I will pick you up. As for Amadeus, we’ll see what sort of tricks he may have up his sleeves. I only hope they are electronic!”

He hesitated, because he did think of offering a credit card for party shopping, but he figured he’d get clobbered senseless just for suggesting something like that! Elliot nibbled on his lip. “I will find out if there’s some sort of party dress code this year. You see, people there are under all sorts of stress as it’s usual nowadays, and that is why the party tends to be quirky and eccentric. It’s a sort of escape from reality. My father told me it was my mother’s idea, and it just took hold.”

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Divinatas – Apr 22, 2013 at 3:56 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

She was snickering. Flickering her fingers through the edges of her hair over her shoulder and watching the trees fly by as they reached closer to town. He was bossy about driving, but then she didn’t mind this so much. Getting to steal a look when she wanted to without having to pay attention to the road. It helped that his car was so much nicer and not a deathtrap on wheels!

“Are you worried I might not dress up to standard, Elliot?” she teased. If he chewed on his lip any further, he’d be eating it. And it was giving her terrible ideas on top of it. “I’ll find something appropriate. If anything, my aunt will probably be thrilled to help. Taking me on two Christmas outings in a week, she probably thinks you are my guardian angel.”

She tilted her head and eyed him with that harmless smirk. “I still think you look more like the villain…”
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Azul Morag – Apr 22, 2013 at 4:26 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

“Ha! I’m anything but an angel,” Elliot replied. “You’d have to make a conscious and intense effort to look less than pretty, so don’t give me that. Now, if you want to dress like a diva… That’s something different. Tall hair and two storied shoes.”

He was disgressing and he knew it, but she started it!

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Divinatas – Apr 22, 2013 at 5:45 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

There was a compliment mixed up in there somewhere, and she hadn’t failed to notice it. Which left Holly faintly brushing and suddenly finding the outside view of her window very fascinating. She laughed, though. Shrugging her shoulders with ease, and fussing with the seatbelt over her shoulder.

“I could pull off the diva look, I bet. Head to toe in gold sequins and enough hairspray to fry a turkey in. Not so sure I can walk in heels so high, though. I hope you’ll be happy with the six inch platform heels?” Holly was trying to imagine herself all diva-styled up. It was probably one of the more ridiculous images in her head. Worse than her prom dress, and that was a dress that needed to be forgotten.

“Well, at least we are of the consensus that you are not an angel. I’m pretty sure that’s illegal for lawyers anyway.”

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Azul Morag – Apr 22, 2013 at 6:16 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot snickered. “Yes, at least we agree on that. Everyone knows all the ancient assasin guilds evolved into law firms. Especially, all commerce lawyers are direct descendants from the Knights Templar. Gold sequins and hairspray… It doesn’t sound bad! As long as I don’t have to go disco, it should be alright.”

He smiled at her. The forest was now behind them and they entered the city. Traffic, neon lights and desperate shoppers! Elliot maneuvered to skirt the madness and reach the suburbs where Holly’s family had their home. Maybe she would like to go for coffee now? Maybe it was too late already?

“I lost track of time,” he said. “I would like to have some coffee with you, but if it’s too late now, maybe we could go tomorrow?”

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Divinatas – Apr 23, 2013 at 1:38 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“Hmm. Tomorrow sounds nice. I’m afraid any place you take me now, I’m just gonna pass out there. And it’ll look pretty weird with a dark scary lawyer carrying some unconscious woman off in his villain car.” she cast him a big wide smirk at the comment. Pretending like she wasn’t thrilled at the idea of going out for a coffee date. Cause that would silly. There was nothing thrilling about coffee.

“Although, I’m surprised you’re not spending a day in lock down to handle all that work you missed while on your adventurous vacation. Even villains need the time off?”
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Azul Morag – Apr 23, 2013 at 5:15 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot cast her a sideways smirk, always keeping an eye on the road. “Tomorrow, then. How about around 3:00 p.m.?” He snickered as he pulled the car into the driveway at Holly’s house. “Remember what Alfred said? I am free till January 2nd. Then I must go back to work.”

The neighborhood looked pretty and quiet, with decorations and lights of every color set in most houses. Elliot stopped the car in the driveway and sighed. “Why do I have a sense of impending doom? Let me get the door for you.”

He got out of the car, with a kind of precaution. He walked over to her side and opened the door for Holly.

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Divinatas – Apr 23, 2013 at 5:30 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“So old fashioned.” she mumbled with amusement as he opened up the car door for her. Holly slipped out of the car, maybe with a little bit of exaggerated movie-star styled grace. Pinching his cheek with a wide grin.

“You sound a little spooked, Elliot. I wouldn’t worry too much about Mrs. Adelaide’s warnings. From the looks of things, I think gravely grave prophecies are part of the lifestyle. Besides, I have a magic mirror now!” She tilted her head towards the house, lifting a hand to point a finger towards it too.

“You may as well walk me to the door?” Why did that feel like an excuse to talk to him for just a few more minutes?
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Azul Morag – Apr 23, 2013 at 6:48 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Well, there was something he was not used to! Elliot blinked at his cheek being pinched and flashed a fierce grin.

“Did you know your aunt called me her good luck charm? Maybe my rug charm lingers,” he muttered. “I don’t know; it’s just… Earlier when we saw the birds, it was like someone was watching us. And now… Well! It must be my imagination.” He snickered. “Maybe tomorrow we can test that mirror of yours, somewhere.”

He took her arm, mischievously.

“Why, yes; I will walk you to the door.”

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Divinatas – Apr 23, 2013 at 7:08 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

“I’m not sure if you sound like the concerned knight, or the villain with a nefarious plot, right now!” And with that dark coat on, and the mischievous look, it was villain all the way. “Maybe I’ll use that mirror on you after all, it might just save my life.” she muttered with a smirk of her own. He could be murderous if he wanted to, at least he was as a rug.

Once they stopped at the front door and she turned to him, that smirk faded and she was chewing on her lip. “Elliot… thank you. For today, I mean. It was weird and different, and just nice getting to spend time with a family for Christmas without everyone staring at me and thinking I’m gonna set fire to something or reminded me to take my pills, or just being overwhelming in general. It was nice…”
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Azul Morag – Apr 23, 2013 at 7:38 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot grinned.

“You don’t need to thank -me-! If you had not gone to Mrs. Adelaide insisting to change me back, I would not have had dinner either!” Elliot held her chin, gently. “Listen, Holly; we both had problems. Now, thanks to you, we can face life differently. It’s almost like a new start in many ways. I decided to take the experience philosophically, but I am aware I may freak out in the morning. I hope I won’t. You… I am glad we met, and we can get to know each other better. As I said before, I do want to see you again and I remind you, I’ll be here tomorrow to go out for coffee. I think we have everything it takes to be honest to each other. I mean, nothing can get weirder than the past days (with usual people, anyway). Could we just… hope for the best? I know a great coffee shop. Also, I do make excellent coffee.”

Slowly, almost tentatively, he leaned in and kissed her forehead.

“Don’t thwack me, please.”

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Divinatas – Apr 23, 2013 at 7:58 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

He was practically rambling, and the more he did, the warmer her face seemed to grow. By the time he leaned to kiss her forehead, Holly was praying she wasn’t as red as a beet. Quite thankfully, his ending statement made her laugh out right. And she suddenly had the weirdest urge to kiss him. Holly tried to subdue that urge and merely grinned instead.

“You sound like you’re asking me out. All date-like and official.” she teased again, ignoring the tiny little voice in her head that was chirping she’d thinking about it since the moment he kissed her under the mistletoe. And now that was on her mind again!

Holly squeezed her eyes shut, giving a strange sort of embarrassed grin. “I’d love to get to know you better, Elliot. Maybe I am not so optimistic about anything in general, but… you’ve been a nice surprise. A wicked, sorta dangerous surprise, …but them I’m sorta a maniac so I guess it all sort of fits anyway!” Now she was rambling!
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Azul Morag – Apr 23, 2013 at 8:22 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot bit his lip to prevent a smile as she laughed, but he was not able to hide it. “Technically,” he said, “we will be leaving here tomorrow for coffee, and I asked you for it… So yes, I did ask you out! I am glad you did say yes…”

She was blushing and grinning, and he did want to kiss her again. Then she squeezed her eyes shut. Each and every hunt instinct was triggered, but he knew better than ruining good things by jumping on them.

Or maybe he should know better. Elliot leaned over again… paused… and tapped softly on the crown of her head with a finger.

“I like being unexpected,” he said. He kissed her hand. “Good night,” he said, still holding her hand to his lips.

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Divinatas – Apr 23, 2013 at 8:32 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Oh damn. And unexpected was exactly that. Holly tried to think of the last time someone had kissed her hand – if ever! It had probably been never, because it was such an old fashioned, ridiculously romantic thing that no one did anymore. Ever. Now she felt as if a rug had been swept out from her, possibly worse than if he had actually leaned to kiss her. It was crazy and she was speechless.

After a long moment of breathless silence, she seemed to shake herself out of the spell, literally shaking her head a bit as she sucked in a quick breath and tried desperately to keep her tone even and normal. “hum… uhm! Right. Very unexpected… Goodnight, Elliot.” It wasn’t until she had the knob of the door turned and was pushing it open with her back did she finally pull her hand away and stepped inside.

“Goodnight.”
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Azul Morag – Apr 23, 2013 at 9:02 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

“Goodnight…” The door closed with a click and Elliot had to make a conscious effort not to toss his hat into the air in joy…! Then he noticed she stole it. Smirking to himself, Elliot left the door and got back in his demon car. He paused for a few seconds, watching the closed door.

Was life going to be crazy from now on? It probably was already.

“Goodnight, Holly,” he muttered before leaving the driveway and going home.

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Divinatas – Apr 25, 2013 at 7:23 PM

AND THE NEXT DAY

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga]Holly Roberts

Holly’s morning was spent chewing on scones and answering ten million questions from Aunt Nancy. Her favorite was to keep repeating Are you sure you didn’t know him before?. Spending Christmas dinner with a man you just met over a rug seemed to baffle Nancy. It would have baffled Holly too had the man not been the rug. Though, there were some other things she was completely bedazzled by…

“Holly, sweetie, you’re spilling crumbs everywhere.” said Nancy, who seemed to be far too amused with the preoccupied, starry-eyed look of her niece.

Holly scoffed, quickly sweeping the crumbs off the dark blue blouse she finally managed to settle on to go with her jeans. Casual coffee date attire. Not too fancy, not trying too hard. …maybe it wasn’t trying hard enough. Why was she trying anything?! This was insane! “Thaaaank you, now can you quit looking at me like that? And don’t answer the door when he gets here! You’ve embarrassed me enough already!”
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Azul Morag – Aug 5, 2013 at 1:52 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug

Elliot had not quite realized yet how much time of the day he had devoted to thinking about Holly. If anything, he did notice he didn’t feel the usual urge to go to his office and find out exactly how much chaos had ensued upon his absence… He had been thinking about other things he had never really considered before.

Driving to Holly’s house, he noticed how different the area looked in daytime. Houses had Christmas decorations, that he had already seen… But now in day time, the houses looked oddly quiet. A ball suddenly bounced across the street, and Elliot applied the brakes. ‘There is a child after every bouncing ball’, his father had told him when he was learning how to drive. His father’s voice flowed in his mind spontaneously. Luckily, the street was nearly deserted, sparing him from honking drivers behind him. A boy ran behind the ball and caught it, then was promptly captured by a young and startled father. The man smiled apologetically at Elliot after capturing his kid, then took him away. Elliot barely waved back and continued down the street.

Had his childhood been so lonely, indeed? Perhaps yes, it had been so. Come to think about it, he had very few childhood friends, and he could not recall playing at the park with other children. He did have access to wonderful places, like stadiums, aquariums and museums; beaches, boats… But not places with people. Not until boarding school. He only became truly social in College. The pictures in Holly’s house made him wonder… She did say his childhood sounded very lonely.

Elliot pulled onto Holly’s house driveway and stopped the car before checking his watch. He was just on time. Elliot left the car and adjusted his orange red, wool scarf. It seemed silly, but he really appreciated this gift. He could wear it every day of the month. The air was cold and dry, with specs of snow floating here and there… Before long he was at the door, his hat pulled just over his eyes and trying not to smile like a fool as he rang the doorbell.

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[Azudia] Genesis stalks the Devil

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Title: Genesis Stalks The Devil
Number: 1004
Date: Oct 4, 2010 at 4:14 AM
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Divinatas – Oct 4, 2010 at 4:14 AM

A pillowcase and a bottle of gin. That’s all she needed! …technically she needed some olives to go with that gin if she wanted to make a martini. But there was no way she was going near any olives.

So Genesis poured gin in to a glass, set it on a table, and then hid behind the sofa with her pillowcase.

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Azul Morag – Oct 5, 2010 at 1:27 PM

There was a suspicious smell of gin in the air; that was the first thing the Devil noticed when he pulled the towel off his head after vigorously rubbing it on his wet hair. The smell could mean two things: Genesis had figured out how to open the bar and got drunk on gin; or, Genesis stole gin somewhere and was hiding somewhere in the room with it. Nothing was broken or out of place, he noticed after glancing across the room. She was not drunk yet, then… but very suspiciously indeed, she left her glass on a side table! Lucca arched an eyebrow. That was very suspicious. Not a sound was heard in the room, except the smooth humming of the air conditioner in the background.

Lucca stood in the threshold and lit up a cigarette – if it was Genesis getting drunk somewhere in his premises, he could as well smoke her out!

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Divinatas – Oct 5, 2010 at 10:44 PM

She wrinkled up her nose. The cigarettes should be stolen too while she was at it. Peering around the edge of the sofa, she wagged a finger in the air. Pick pocketing that pack of cigarettes and floating them in the air to the nearest garbage can.

Then it was bag to holding her pillow case and repositioning herself behind the sofa, so she could pounce at any moment!

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Azul Morag – Oct 6, 2010 at 10:13 PM

Lucca reached for a second ciggy, not yet having finished the first… There was a raised eyebrow at the theft! Lucca puffed out the biggest cloud of smoke he could muster, in retaliation – it formed a strange mist overhead with silver ribbons of cigarette smoke, lazily curling and uncurling.

“Thief,” he said. “You know you shouldn’t be drinking…” He confiscated the gin by turning it into hot cocoa. It was strange, but that was the first thing he could think of that he figured she wouldn’t want to drink!

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Divinatas – Oct 6, 2010 at 10:26 PM

“-I- am not drinking. YOU are supposed to drink it!” Peering around the sofa again, she frown. There went her bait. An inviting mug of hot cocoa was not proper devil treats.

Genesis crawled out from behind the sofa, tucking the pillow case behind her back in to her belt. Then she dusted off her legs and knees. She was a paragon of pure innocence, even as she clasped her hands behind her back and strolled across the floor.

“Are you properly clean?” A weird question for sure. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to jump on him now, or set a new trap!

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Azul Morag – Oct 6, 2010 at 10:34 PM

Lucca smirked.

“I am not going to squeak to prove my cleanliness to you,” he said. “You owe me a packet of cigarettes. Don’t you have patients today?” Lucca took over the mug of hot cocoa and sipped. It was bitter and nice.

“You on the other hand, are a dusty woman.”

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Divinatas – Oct 7, 2010 at 2:46 AM

Genesis looked down at her clothes. Frowning and once again trying to swat dust away.

“I had an early session this morning. There is no one else to see today.” Now that he was drinking the chocolate, she couldn’t pounce. It’s like he knew she was plotting something and now had it as a shield. So Genesis patiently waited.

“You shouldn’t be smoking so much anyway. Reaching for a second one before even finishing the first… Cigarettes make teeth fall out.” Many old humans were missing teeth now after years of gum disease. Lucca might not be likely to have his teeth fall out. …but it wasn’t healthy anyway!

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Azul Morag – Oct 7, 2010 at 8:38 AM

Lucca was still smirking. He sipped more cocoa.

“My teeth are not going to fall out; they would not even if I wanted them to fall out.” He nodded once and stared at her. She seemed to be waiting for something – but again, she was always suspicious. He decided to inform her that.

“You are the only person I know that is always suspicious,” Lucca observed. “You are more suspicious than Beelzebub… Alright, you are not as suspicious as my ex-wife; but anyway, you are suspicious. Perhaps being suspicious is a trait inherent to psychologists.”

He watched her.

“Are you hiding something behind your back?”

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Divinatas – Oct 7, 2010 at 9:53 PM

Genesis might have found that insulting, but it was inevitably true. There was always an agenda (everyone had one, after all), but usually her intentions were good and in people’s best interests.

Except in this case. He wasn’t going to take it well, or she would have simply asked!

“…No. Why would I hide something behind my back?” As she moved away, she made sure she didn’t turn her back to him.

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Azul Morag – Oct 8, 2010 at 9:37 PM

“Because?” Lucca said with a raised eyebrow. “It’s not like you’ve ever bothered with having a logical reason for something you do.”

Lucca flicked the butt of his cigarette over his shoulder and sprang forward. The ciggarette butt vanished and so did the Devil; his form blurred into a black Bombay cat in mid air and landed with agility on the couch to skitter over the backrest of the it to peer behind Genesis’s back!

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Divinatas – Oct 9, 2010 at 7:06 AM

“No, Lucca! Don’t be a cat!” she accidentally exclaimed out loud. Genesis clamped a hand over her mouth and fled. But not without remembering to snatch the pillow case out of her belt and keep it out of sight!

Genesis escape to the bedroom. …which wasn’t the wisest place. There was a naked pillow on the bed. She pounced on it and was trying to stuff it under a cover before it was seen.

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Azul Morag – Oct 10, 2010 at 2:14 PM

The black cat on the sofa blinked its blazing golden eyes in confusion. Even for Genesis, that was strange! The cat leapt to the next couch and onto the carpet, then bouncily ran after the fleeing professional of mental health care. Peering warily from the bedroom door, the cat flicked an ear.

“What are you hiding in my bed?” He asked. “Pine cones?”

She had done it before, he was sure… she probably did. Whatever she was burying under the covers was bigger than that! The cat leapt on the bed to inspect!

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Divinatas – Oct 12, 2010 at 2:56 AM

“Pine cones would do the exact opposite of helping you sleep.” Genesis stuffed the pillow case under the blanket too. Then she plopped on the hidden pillow. Both to show him it WASN’T pine cones and to keep him from snooping.

Once he was within arms reach, she snatched him up and gave him a good cuddle. Nuzzling his furry kitty face! “You don’t have to be suspicious of everything I do. Most of the time I’m not up to anything specific.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 12, 2010 at 11:30 PM

The kitty gave a mild scoff and put his paw on Genesis’s nose – well, when he managed to free at least one paw!

“Of course I must be suspicious…” He eyed the bulk under them, it didn’t look sharp or hard-edged. It looked like a pillow. That gave him an idea.

“Are you filling my pillows with feathers from strangers?” He asked, just to be pesky!

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Divinatas – Oct 14, 2010 at 12:19 PM

“I don’t collect anyone’s feathers but yours…” she said slowly. After all, if she did it would a lot easier to get theirs. There were plenty of Death Angels losing their feathers all over parks.

Genesis pet the kitty Lucca, despite the paw on her nose. “Of course… how nice would it be to sleep with a pillow made of plush gold feathers! Don’t you think?”

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Azul Morag – Oct 18, 2010 at 12:22 AM

“Not very nice,” the kitty replied, pulling his ears back a little. “I value them more on me…” He wriggled to free himself, despite he actually enjoyed the petting but hey, it was the principle of the matter!

“You can’t have a pillow of my feathers, I need them!”

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Divinatas – Oct 25, 2010 at 4:59 AM

Genesis dropped the kitty-Lucca on the bed, before plopping down herself and crossing her arms. She scowled, even pouted. The jig was up and he guessed her plot. It’s not like she could get any feathers away from him while he was all furry anyway. It’d be easier to make kitty slippers, and she had no need for those.

“You have a million wings, all you would have to do is shake them a bit and plenty would fall out all on their own.”

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Azul Morag – Nov 3, 2010 at 5:11 PM

The black Bombay cat cast Genesis a disbelieving and scandalized look.

“I don’t have a million wings!” He seemed very much offended. “They are only six, thank you! Besides, why do you need -my- feathers? You could use your own mixed with some kind of potpourri, for pillow guts.”

The kitty flicked an ear and plopped down to vigorously scratch behind his ear.

“So… did you actually drink the gin?”

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Divinatas – Nov 5, 2010 at 3:09 PM

“A woman has to keep some mysterious about why she does things involving feathers and gin.” After all, the wasn’t going to openly admit she was collecting his feathers for a pillow. As for the gin, she had forgotten all about it! It was probably somewhere still in the kitchen. Which meant, she forgot to clean up the evidence of her plot.

Standing sloooowly, she tip-toed her way off to the kitchen while he was busy scratching away at his ear.

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Azul Morag – Nov 15, 2010 at 9:02 PM

Now that statement from her got the Devil wondering about the strange and somewhat scary… if not kind of tantalizing possible meanings of her words! The cat stopped scratching and flicked his ears back… It felt wrong somehow. It was like when she had wanted to smoke and drink whiskey. Something was not quite right about her doing those things.

He eyed her with eyes like molten gold as she disappeared behind the threshold. “You better not be stealing from me!” He warned. “Specially gin and Belial’s brew…” He then muttered under his breath. The kitty rolled on the bed and when he sat up at the edge of it, he was again a tall and sinisterly handsome Roman. Who just happened to be the Devil. He calculated when she was in the kitchen and poofing out his wings, flapped them as much as the room’s size allowed in order to get some gold fluff float out of the room in her wake, just to spite her. He snickered at it, too. Why, it was fun in some nearly incomprehensible way! Poofing his wings off again, he went for his hidden stash of cigarettes to refill his silver ciggy case.

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Divinatas – Nov 16, 2010 at 12:22 PM

Genesis rolled her eyes at his accusations of stealing. Sometimes he made it so tempting for her to try and take something. Just to see how riled up he might get about. Well, besides hiding his cigarettes. Little gold poofs of puffy feathers escaped out the bedroom door to follow her, and she was just as tempted to turn around and pounce on them to hide them away in her pockets. Better to not give him the satisfaction!

As she wandered in to the kitchen, she almost forgot what she had came in there for. But finding the bottle of gin still sitting out on the counter, she was quickly reminded. Genesis snatched it up and stashed it away back in the liquor cabinet. The one he though he had hidden so well from her along with it’s key. Either he didn’t hide things very well, or he enjoyed leaving keys in obvious hiding places to bewilder her.

“I’m going to steal your chocolate, since you’re so convinced I’m thieving things.” She was already digging through his cabinets looking for that bag of chocolate chips. It was in there somewhere!

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Azul Morag – Nov 18, 2010 at 8:09 AM

Lucca heard her from the bedroom. He smirked at the possibility that she would be miffed to find he only had… chips of dark, bitter chocolate and cocoa powder – only for the all too honest purpose of cooking. Like all magic-users with self respect, he was an able cook and he wasn’t shy or secretive about it. He pocketed his refilled silver ciggy case in one of the front pockets of his jeans (to make sure she couldn’t pickpocket him), pulled on a T-shirt and went to the kitchen to keep an eye on her from the kitchen door.

“I am here to bear witness to your thievery,” he said, leaning against the door frame. “Your boss won’t believe me anyway, so I suppose you will just do as you see fit.”

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Divinatas – Nov 18, 2010 at 12:33 PM

Riffling through the cabinets she had a wide grin when she plucked out a bag, but it vanished just as quickly. Not the ones good for stealing. She found that out the hard way last time. Placing the bag back in the cabinet, Genesis pilfered through all the things looking for something a little more edible.

“Unless I’m stealing her job away, I don’t think Azrael minds if I snatch things out of your kitchen. As long as I share extra cake with her when I get it.” Get being the key word, as trying to MAKE a cake herself ended with disastrous results. At least she tried that experiment at her own home and not anywhere Lucca would lecture and complain about his immaculate kitchen.

..Which wasn’t so immaculate anymore when she accidentally bumped a salt shaker out of the cabinet and fumbled to catch it. Salt shaking all over the place! Genesis just as quickly put it right back in there and closed the door. Pretending it didn’t happen.

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Divinatas – Nov 18, 2010 at 12:33 PM

Riffling through the cabinets she had a wide grin when she plucked out a bag, but it vanished just as quickly. Not the ones good for stealing. She found that out the hard way last time. Placing the bag back in the cabinet, Genesis pilfered through all the things looking for something a little more edible.

“Unless I’m stealing her job away, I don’t think Azrael minds if I snatch things out of your kitchen. As long as I share extra cake with her when I get it.” Get being the key word, as trying to MAKE a cake herself ended with disastrous results. At least she tried that experiment at her own home and not anywhere Lucca would lecture and complain about his immaculate kitchen.

..Which wasn’t so immaculate anymore when she accidentally bumped a salt shaker out of the cabinet and fumbled to catch it. Salt shaking all over the place! Genesis just as quickly put it right back in there and closed the door. Pretending it didn’t happen.

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Azul Morag – Nov 27, 2010 at 9:56 PM

Lucca wrinkled his nose in distaste and took a step back. He smoothed out salt off his clothes looking all too much like an offended cat. Stealing his food and drink was something he could tolerate (okay, he was expecting it to happen anyway)… but tossing salt around the Devil in his own kitchen? That was just wrong.

“I refuse to be exorcised out of my own place,” he slowly said, in a way that made quite difficult to tell if he was really offended or if he was pretending in order to disturb her. “That is plain salt, by the way… all over your hair.”

He crossed the kitchen and plucked an apple from a bowl inside of it. He closed the fridge door and offered the apple to her.

“An apple would make you wiser,” he observed. “Make you discern evil from good. Why can’t you just ask for things? As long as it’s not a vice from some sort , I would give it to you.”

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Divinatas – Nov 28, 2010 at 11:33 PM

“I am not trying to exorcise you.” she mumbled in defense while eying the apple he offered. For a moment she wondered if maybe it was poisoned. Not that she thought he might try to kill her, but he might put her to sleep like in Snow White so she’d stop terrorizing his kitchen.

Genesis took the apple after a second of thought and fell in to an unexpected grin. He’d probably assume it was suspicious, but it was a genuine smile. Someone who was insisting he was evil wouldn’t go offering her anything she asked for.

“So if I asked for a pillow case full of gold feathers I could have that?”

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Azul Morag – Dec 2, 2010 at 8:18 PM

Lucca smirked.

“I am glad you weren’t,” he observed. His smirk gave way to a smile. “I don’t see why not we could not dye duck feathers gold. I hear they make excellent pillows!”

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Divinatas – Dec 3, 2010 at 6:08 AM

“I don’t see how turning yourself in to a duck and plucking all of your feathers is going to be easier than just shaking a few from you wings!” she responded in confusion.

…then she realized he meant an actual duck.

Genesis took a bite of the apple, and was promptly trying to tip toe away, regardless of him standing there staring at her. “…I think I’ll just settle for one of your normal pillows, then. Nevermind!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 4, 2010 at 9:58 PM

Lucca’s smile disappeared; the mental image of himself being plucked bald, duck or not, was really disturbing! He stared at her, looking wronged and disturbed at the same time.

“Nevermind, you say. You were planning to pluck me?” Lucca raised an eyebrow. “Have -you- ever been plucked? It’s not fun, you know.”

He contemplated the fact that his son could have tried, but he didn’t consider it for long. Azazel seemed somehow… wary of her, maybe he would not want her feathers!

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Divinatas – Dec 5, 2010 at 8:22 PM

Genesis stopped in the doorway and sloooowly turned around. “I do not want to pluck you! Don’t be ridiculous.” Now he had put strange images in her head of being plucked herself. It didn’t sound pleasant at all. …but it’s not like she had intended to pluck anybody in the first place!

“I just meant to collect the ones you shook out. There’s not any need for plucking. ….But that’s okay, I am just going to go get one of your pillows instead.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 6, 2010 at 8:43 PM

Lucca raised his eyebrows, looking skeptical.

“If I shed enough feathers for a pillow just by shaking my wings, I would surely be sick and dying… which as you now, is not happening.” His eyes dimmed slightly. He made a pause.

“Why do you want another pillow, anyway?” He went back to the fridge to examine its contents. “When you have more than ten pillows, they roll together and turn into a Michelin man.”

He spied her from the corner of his eye to see her reaction…

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Divinatas – Dec 7, 2010 at 2:12 AM

Genesis looked suddenly disturbed before she paused to eye him with disbelief. “That’s not true… ” she said slowly. “…I’ve always had many pillows and they never turned in to monsters…”

Well. There was that ONE time. But that was a client’s fault! She was pretty sure.

Finally she scowled, stomping off for the bedroom.

“That’s it! I’m sleeping here! I don’t want to be eaten by Michelin Monsters or Giant Plush Demons!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 7, 2010 at 7:49 AM

Lucca bit his lip to prevent a smile… till she stomped out of the kitchen, heading for the bedroom! Lucca stared at the milk carton and wondered if he could lure her out of the bedroom with a mug of cocoa.

“But the Michelin Man is friendly?” He called after her. “He even writes gourmet travel guides. I thought you like good food!”

Lucca plucked a cigarette out of his silver cigarette case and carefully pocketed the case again. A flick of his favorite lighter and a soft puff of smoke floated in the air; whatever he was smoking, it wasn’t commercial… and smelled of nutmeg, and tobacco.

“Yet again, you would probably exploit him and make him take you to dinner everyday.”

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Divinatas – Dec 7, 2010 at 8:22 PM

Genesis stalked herself all the way to the bedroom, where she kicked off her shoes, lept in to bed and promptly hid under the covers. …and kicked all the pillows in to the floor on opposite ends of the bed so they wouldn’t converge together in to a giant plushie man.

“People that write gourmet travel guides try weird things all the time! Like pork brains and fish and olive pizza!” she grumbled to herself. “…I’m not eating any olive pizza with monsters.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 7, 2010 at 10:10 PM

Lucca wondered why he seemed resigned to the fact that she was camping in his bed by now. Leaving a trail of curling and uncurling smoke spires in his wake, he moved to the living room to lounge on the sofa. Resting against a pile of lethal cushions, he turned on the TV and tried to find something worth watching. There was some chef cooking something peculiar with a young model watching his work with eyes open wide, as big as salad dishes. Lucca frowned disapprovingly and switched to the next channel. It wasn’t much better. It was a man demonstrating how olives were pitted and stuffed with red bellpepper filling, in order to make a salad arrangement that looked like a thousand eyes in a pyramid, placed over roman lettuce and tomato cut like flowers. Lucca wondered who would need that many olives!

“Don’t come to the living room!” He warned out loud.

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Categories
Misc RP Logs

[Azudia] Lorant and Autumn

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Title: BD Story: Lorant and Autumn
Number: 765
Date: Aug 2, 2009 at 6:40 PM
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Azul Morag – Aug 2, 2009 at 6:40 PM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1691[/imga]A Side Story from Brooding Darkness RPG

This story runs previous to Brooding Darkness RPG; it is the story of Autumm and Lorant Riktophen before the Gathering.
Written by Diana and Azul Morag.

The story to this point can be found here:

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[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Dr. Addler quirked an eyebrow and exchanged a glance with his assistant. The assistant blinked slowly before fixing his blue and orange gaze on Autumm with a thoughtful air.

“Milady,” he said, “I beg your pardon but this is important and concerns your husband’s illness. Do you keep dogs or wolves?”

Dr. Addler furrowed his brow slightly.

“Don’t press the lady; she is surely tired and agitated after all that has happened: the fire, the attack, her husband’s illness. What we know so far must be enough.”

The assistant pursed his lip a little and shifted his gaze to the doctor. It was somehow apparent that he was annoyed despite his mild-mannered and gentle expression.

“Of course. My excuses.”

“Milady, did he drink all the bottle of wine or is there any left in said bottle?” Asked Dr. Addler. His assistant was extracting some bottles and instruments from the satchel he had carried in. Lorant remained unconscious, pale and shivering. The assistant closed the satchel, placed it safely next to the nightstand and gently pressed a hand on Lorant’s bandaged wound. Blood gurgled between his fingers.

“Make haste,” he muttered.

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Divinatas – Aug 5, 2009 at 2:49 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

Autumn had opened her mouth to reply about the wolves, before the doctor mentioned it was unnecessary. Still, she was not sure how much she could explain about Anastasia’s creatures without looking like a complete mad woman herself.

“It’s right here.” she replied, moving quickly to the table where she had set the bottle of wine. There was still a bit of the liquid in it and she brought it to the doctor. Her glance moved to her husband on the bed, where the assistant had touched the wound on his shoulder. She paled, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth and willing herself to keep her senses.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 5, 2009 at 11:48 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Blue and orange eyes narrowed slightly, watching Autumm. Dr. Addler promptly took the bottle from Autumm and carried out a test with a few drops from the bottle. Lorant made a choked sound but remained unconscious. A thick drop of blood ran down his cheek from his left eye. Dr. Adler turned just in time to see it and to see his assistant’s eyes widen like a man having a premonition; the assistant blinked and shifted his gaze to the doctor.

“Is it?”

“Yes, it is.” Addler said in a sort of fear – that look on his assistant’s face was not alien to him. He had seen it before. There was a degree of trust between them but beyond it there was a chasm Dr. Addler regarded with dread, and just now he had found himself quite close to the edge. However… “What did you see?”

“Nothing.” His assistant blinked. “Really… nothing. I was reminded of someone. It’s silly.” He carefully propped up the Baron on more pillows. “He is going to choke soon. We have to inject him and then secure him. Ask the lady to wait outside. She’d rather not see this.”

Dr. Addler went to Autumm and gently touched her elbow.

“Milady, please wait outside. When you come back your husband will be feeling better.”

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Divinatas – Aug 25, 2009 at 8:06 PM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120]Autumn Riktophen

The sight of blood did not escape her eyes and the tone the doctor used gave her stomach a sickening churn. For a moment she looked as if she would insist on staying, but she finally nodded. Easing away slowly to the door and stepping out in to the hallway.

Outside, she folded her arms, rubbing them to try and ward away that sudden chill she was feeling. It was so late, possibly even near morning. One incident after another as if fate itself had decided to knock on their door. Autumn was weary, worried even. She didn’t lie to herself, insisting that she loved the man she married. He scared her. Yet, the thought that he might be dying now… The emotions were conflicting. Confusing.

Autumn paused her pacing, looking quickly over her shoulder. There was a whisper of a fabric, but no one was there. She frowned. Anastasia must have realized someone else was here. Why didn’t she storm in to the room insisting to see her son? That was something to be worried about in itself. Leaning against the wall, Autumn kept watch for her mother-in-law while waiting for the doctor to come out.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 28, 2009 at 12:36 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

One the lady left the room and the door closed behind her, the assistant arched his eyebrows with the air of someone who would much prefer to be somewhere else.

“At least you will get to use those needles we have been working on. I will lift a wall around us.”

“It’s his mother,” Dr. Addler said with a slight frown. “She is quite skilled.”

He watched his assistant roll a small ball of thread around them and the bed; the ball rolled unraveling itself between the bed and the wall moving by itself till closing a circle; then the wavering edges smoothed and the yarn solidified like a ring of red and white wire. It flamed briefly and a veil soared from it; it was invisible to normal eyes but both doctor and assistant saw it. Dr. Addler turned to his assistant and found him different; he was a sort of white shadow and yet he was still the semblance of a handsome man; his white hair was soft and light as if he were underwater and his mismatching eyes were brighter.

“I know. He is dying, you know. I hear his father suffered the same fate. I don’t suppose the baron will be able to scape it forever unless he makes a move, too. Belial was kind of disturbed when he sent me here with you. There is something uncomfortable about this house. She hides in it like a spider with a missing leg… something is missing. I really don’t know if I want to find out what it is.”

“Will he die today?” Addler frowned, a curious glass injection bottle and needle ready in his hands.

“No. We will save him this once. Proceed.”

Dr. Addler uncovered the baron’s chest. His skin was translucent and gelatinous like a young frog. It was red with growing patches of darker red and upon touch blood simply oozed out like sweat. Dr. Addler stuck the needle in the baron’s heart with a violent yet precise motion; the substance in the injection was thicker than this waterish blood oozing out of the baron and required great pressure to go in. Addler used two different injections on the baron’s eye sockets to get to his brain and others on legs and arms. The blood began to thicken and stopped ooozing, but the mattress was already heavily soaked.

“He lost too much blood.”

“Yes.” The assistant removed the deep set needles with only a slight touch; he waved his hands in the air inches above the baron’s body and a seal appeared on the man’s chest. A slow and pained wail rose from somewhere within their circle; it was faint at first, then grew into choked sobs and continued in a slow crescendo to a howl that shook the posts of the bed and made the bed sheets flutter and hover despite being heavily soaked in blood. Adler felt his hackles rise.

“I will never get used to this,” he muttered. His assistant smiled slightly, his orange eye blazing golden and his blue eye luminous like a vast summer sky.

“I said the same once,” he replied. He sank his hands in the baron’s body and pulled out like a man that has found a loose wire in the bowels of a machine: indeed it was a blazing chain he pulled out with weakening links flowing like water in his hands seemingly made of light. He sang in a low voice; his incantation was soothing and terrible, beautiful and terrifying at the same time. The links in the chain changed and fusioned into a smoother, stronger chain which he weaved into a seal now clearly visible on the man’s chest; it was silver and black fire and the name of the Archdemon to whom Lorant pledged allegiance. When the soul was again securely bound to the body, the seal sank into Lorant’s chest with strange lights and the wailing ceased. The wind disappeared. Blood began to recede into the body of the baron like water into a sponge, slowly.

The assistant was smiling.

“He is lucky he was still alive when we arrived. Belial said I shouldn’t make him an undead but bring back the soul if that was the case.”

Addler swallowed. He was pale and shaken by that he had just seen but his hands were steady; he was an old soldier after all – a soldier in a war most people didn’t know about.

“Asmodeus,” he said. “The mother is going to wonder what happened.”

“That does not concern me,” the Fallen replied. “She will not know what happened. She will only see she has failed. That will not let him rest, I assume.”

The bed sheets were free of blood now. The baron was breathing normally again, yet tiredly and shaking. He opened his eyes and winced in pain; then he saw the Fallen and the doctor.

“Lord Asmodeus,” he muttered without bothering to hide his fear and confusion. “Am I to die now?”

“Not really, but that ultimately depends on you,” Asmodeus replied. “Your master wished you to live. Remember that when you see your mother again.”

Lorant looked down. He didn’t reply. Addler picked up the equipment.

“You look terrible like that,” he muttered. Asmodeus smiled.

“How about this?” The outline of his body began to change. Addler scoffed.

“Spare us! This man is sick you know!”

White shadows flickered around Asmodeus and once again he was the handsome Austrian youth from earlier. He was still smiling.

“You are truly getting old.”

The veil vanished. The temporal circle turn to yarn and rolled back into a ball, then rolled up Asmodeus’s leg and into his pocket.

“My wife…?”

Addler shook his head.

“She is outside; she didn’t hear anything. You should rest for a few days, keep calm if possible. I will call her back in.”

Asmodeus pulled out a bottle from the satchel.

“BUT before the lady returns, she can’t return to a bed without blood, can she?”

A minute later, Lorant and the bed were again and quite convincingly bloodied and clearly disliking it. Dr. Addler shook his head in a sort of resignation and went to the door. Autumm was not far.

“Milady, lord Riktophen is awake.”

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Divinatas – Aug 28, 2009 at 1:00 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120]Autumn Riktophen

“Milady, lord Riktophen is awake.”

“Thank you.” she said quickly, crossing the hall and brushing past him in to the room. That sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach hadn’t abated, and even now when stepping in to the room everything just felt so unsettling. Once through the threshold, she hesitated. There was still the blood, but he was indeed awake.

Autumn finally closed the gap, moving next to the bed and sitting gently on the edge. He still didn’t look well, but no longer had that look of death hanging over him.

“Are you all right?” she asked softly, choosing to ask Lorant himself rather than question the doctor. A doctor might diagnose and heal, but he wouldn’t know how his patient actually felt.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 28, 2009 at 1:28 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant’s eyes widened. There was dark circles around his eyes and he looked worn out, exhausted and rather weak; despite, his hazel eyes were clear and burning like smoldering glass. She came in on her own volition and she was asking him… She seemed to be sincere. Was she? Lorant felt a desperate impulse to clasp her in his arms but he knew better than that… or so he told himself. He watched her.

“I… am doing better,” he said after an awkward instant. “The doctor said… I will need rest.”

Lorant bit his lip. He wanted to ask her something… what was it? It seemed dreadfully important but he didn’t remember…

Dr. Addler wrote down a prescription.

“Lord Riktophen will need more than just rest,” he said. “Here is a special diet; I advise you to supervise your staff to make sure it is done properly. He must not drink alcoholic beverages for a few weeks. Keep him out of the sun; his eyes and his skin will remain sensitive for a few days.”

The assistant was watching them.

“The wine was not good for him in the first place,” he meaningfully observed. “It’s not a good bouquet.”

Nor Lorant or Addler commented on his words. Addler finished scribbling and handed Autumm the diet and a prescription for mild pain.

“Should you need anything else, feel free to call me.”

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Divinatas – Aug 28, 2009 at 1:40 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120]Autumn Riktophen

Autumn took the paper and examined the instructions. It would not be hard for her to follow, but making sure her husband did was a mother matter. He had a stubborn will of his own and she… had never tried to reign control over him! At the very least, she would do her best to keep Anastasia away for as long as possible. His mother would stress him to his death bed.

“I will make sure. Thank you, Doctor.” She might have rose and saw them out, but she was sure the minute she left the room Anastasia might swoop in like a harpy. ” I will be sure to call again if something happens.” [/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 28, 2009 at 1:54 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Dr. Addler smiled and nodded.

“I shall send you the invoice later, as usual. Good morning.”

Doctor and assistant left the room. Lorant sank into his pillow. He was still weak and vulnerable, which annoyed him. Lorant certainly was not used to be like this, not… not in a very long time. He worried. He should have asked for help and yet he wondered how much determined his master was for him to live. Perhaps it had been just this once. Then he remembered.

Lorant blinked slowly.

“Did you really… shoot the dog?” He asked in a mutter.

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Divinatas – Aug 28, 2009 at 2:15 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120]Autumn Riktophen

She watched the doctor and his odd assistant leave. Lost in thought for a moment before Lorant spoke. She gave an uneasy smile. That blasted dog – wolf – monster had scared her near to death. She couldn’t imagine where the beasts had come from, but then Anastasia had all sorts of unusual pets.

“Yes, for the little good it did. I suppose such a small shot only made it more angry.” Autumn had thought the gun was the perfect idea, but how ineffective it was, perhaps she would have to look for better alternatives. She glanced down at the blankets and sheets, stained with drops of blood. He would be more comfortable if she brought something fresh, but it wasn’t good to move him so soon.

“And you are sure you’re feeling better? You had been-” she paused. Maybe she shouldn’t mention he looked like death! “I was worried.”
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Azul Morag – Aug 28, 2009 at 4:53 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant looked at his trembling hands with a faint grimace of disgust and frustration. His fever was gone, but he was still shivering.

“Why do you ask me?” He slowly said in a low voice. “The doctor already told you I just need rest. I suppose I have created a disturbance,” he said, nibbling on his lip. “You don’t need to be concerned. I will ask Addler to send me a nurse and you may forget about this.”

Lorant blinked slowly. His eyes were indeed sensitive to light now; they felt dry and hurt a little. He swallowed at the thought that Addler’s ‘assistant’ could return, but he doubted it. Lorant felt stressed and weary. So she had shot the dog, not him. Or so she says. It made sense though considering the dogs attacked her earlier, she had to protect herself. Then again… she could argue the same about him and shoot him anyway. The thought put a knot in his throat. He swallowed again.

“If you wish to stay in another room for… some time,” he said. “I will not be against it.”

Why in Hell did he say that? He was too weak to be left alone and yet, he knew his mother would not hesitate to try something against Autumm. They didn’t seem to get along, even.

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Divinatas – Aug 28, 2009 at 5:25 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120]Autumn Riktophen

He chided her for being concerned about him and all she could do is frown. Maybe he still had a touch of the fever. Autumn reached out and pressed the back of her hand to his forehead.

“No. I will be staying here. I intend to take care of you myself, so I won’t be sleeping in another room.” The moment she left him alone, Anastasia will want to see him. The woman was probably already livid about her son.

“For now, we’ll be rid of this blood.” Autumn rose from the bed, crossing the room to where the water basic resided. She filled the bowl with fresh water, bringing it to set on the bedside table. Wringing out a wet cloth, she sat down again on the edge and proceeded to wipe away the blood that stained his body. She was frowning still, not at him directly, but at her own thoughts. Having him here like this was so different. [/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 28, 2009 at 5:40 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant was momentarily dumbfounded; first because she touched him on her own volition and then perhaps more shockingly because she dimissed him and said no.

How dare she say no to his orders! He had to admit he wasn’t intending to order her out of their room but there was the principle of the thing. Lorant stared. She was back with water and cloth to wash the blood off him – and she was frowning.

This had never happened before. Lorant’s instincts pushed him to react and reaffirm his authority but he was still weak despite being indignant and he somewhat admitted to himself he liked the attention. He didn’t admit it completly though!

Lorant opened his mouth to protest, thought it over and just watched her. His pupils were dilated like a cat about to lash out but still considering not to.

“I said I won’t stop you if you prefer to stay in another room and I can get a nurse from Addler,” he tentatively pushed his cause, staring at her.

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Divinatas – Aug 28, 2009 at 5:57 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120]Autumn Riktophen

“And I replied that I intend to stay.” Autumn said, carefully as if she were testing to see if she could say it. His body had tensed and she hesitated in her movement, but when he didn’t make any immediate motions, she continued cleaning away the blood again.

Her heart was beating so fast she was afraid he might even be able to hear it! The man had no idea he could still someone’s blood with one look – yet, maybe he did and that’s what made him all the more frightening. Still… he saved her life tonight and almost lost his own. She could try and make the effort. [/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 28, 2009 at 6:13 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant eyed her. She had never been like this before and he found it a little disturbing, yet… because he so desperately wanted her willing attention he for once decided he didn’t mind her contradicting him… this once. His body remained tense though; he wanted her attentions but he still feared she would lash out when least expected. Either way, he was going to be hurt and he knew it. He knew it… but he didn’t insist on her staying in another room.

His chest hurt. It was strange how things were; how unexpected and precarious. She was there but somehow he wanted to push her away despite he wanted more than simple solidarity or even pity. Feelings pulling in opposite directions were making breathing difficult.

“If… that is what you want,” Lorant said at length. He watched her as if she were miles away despite being right beside him. “Are you…” He paused. “I… have never meant you harm.” There was a kind of defeated dispair in his voice, low to a mutter.

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Divinatas – Aug 28, 2009 at 6:23 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120]Autumn Riktophen

That made her pause. Withdrawing her hands to her lap as she blinked at him with confusion. Did she hear him correctly? She was sure she did. But those were not words that would ever come from Lorant Riktophen’s mouth. The man here now could not be her husband.

‘He is ill and not himself.’ Autumn reminded herself. The fever had been harsh and his wounds deep. After so much chaos in one night even he would be shaken. A tiny part of her wondered if maybe, deep down he could be different..?

She shook her head softly, leaning to rinse the cloth in the basic. “You shouldn’t fret over it. Before long you will feel yourself again.”[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 28, 2009 at 6:39 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

A shiver washed over Lorant, prickling his skin. It hurt, like his eyes… but the pain in his chest was worse. He was being stupid. He shouldn’t unveil himself to his wife; she already fears and probably hates him enough as it is. He winced.

“I suppose so,” he said and closed his eyes. When he did, pain like sharp needles pierced his eyeballs; his eyes felt dry and tired as if he hadn’t slept in days. After the pain subsided, he opened his eyes again yet not completely; he just wanted to see if she was still there.

“Don’t you worry I’d be myself again?” He asked. “I know you do. This is pointless. Tomorrow…” The windows were grey, he realized this and corrected himself. “Later today… I want you to send Addler a note when his invoice arrives; a note asking him to send me a qualified nurse.”

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Divinatas – Aug 28, 2009 at 6:47 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120]Autumn Riktophen

Autumn didn’t want to admit to the man that she was, indeed afraid he would be himself again. Wasn’t it enough he knew she was afraid to begin with? But just this once, even if he wouldn’t ask and didn’t want it, she would have to be brave. She couldn’t leave him alone like this and at the mercy of that witch he called Mother. No man deserved that.

“I am not sending for a nurse. Why don’t you get some rest and when you wake I can have someone bring something for breakfast.” He had shivered, so she moved to pull up the blankets over him. [/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 28, 2009 at 6:57 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant glared at her from half-closed eyes.

“I gave you an order!” He hissed. “It’s not up to discussion…!”

Lorant’s body jerked in an unwilling jolt when she moved to pull the blankets over him; his skin hurt as if sharp combs were racking it. He moved a hand to stop her.

“No.” Lorant took in a deep breath. “Leave them there…”

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Divinatas – Aug 28, 2009 at 7:05 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120]Autumn Riktophen

Autumn closed her eyes and willed herself to keep control! This would be a test, and he would most certainly get more angry than this… but she could deal with it! It was what he needed. After he was well if he still chose to be angry, she would deal with it then too.

“No, it is not up to discussion.” she said gently, not yet opening her eyes. Obviously she was not going to do as ordered. But for the moment she didn’t move the blanket any farther. “You have a chill and I really must keep you warm. Does it pain you to be covered? I could try pulling up one of the sheets instead.”[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 28, 2009 at 7:18 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant winced at the sight of her closing her eyes and staying still – she was terrified and he could see it quite well. At least she didn’t see him… She was being unusually stubborn. Lorant closed his fingers on his arms to test how much painful it really was. He had been through worse pain than that but he didn’t think he could sleep in such pain.

“I am not cold,” he argued. “I don’t need the blankets…” His eyes closed for an instant and he dozed a couple of seconds, waking up with a start and a wince. “… Just leave them there.”

Light was increasingly intense as dawn advanced into morning. Lorant kept his eyes half-closed.

“Close the curtains,” he asked. “It’s… to bright in here.”

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Divinatas – Aug 29, 2009 at 3:52 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120]Autumn Riktophen

As requested, she rose slowly, moving across the room to draw the curtains closed. Autumn only took a brief moment to peer outside at the damages that could be seen from last night’s incidents. To her relief, there weren’t any mangled bodies of dead monsters – they must have been removed by the staff. But the horse’s stables had been charred to the ground. She pulled the curtains shut, making sure there wasn’t a peek of light.

She stayed by the window for a second, having to let her eyes adjust to the darkness. There was a very dim glow from the fireplace, but it hardly cast more than dancing shadows across the room. He didn’t wish for blankets but he did need to stay warm, so she stepped silently to the fire place to stoke the embers and add some extra wood.

Dusting ash from her hands, Autumn returned to the bed. Climbing gently on to her side, mindful not to jostle him too much. “You can at least get some rest.”
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Azul Morag – Aug 29, 2009 at 3:59 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

“Rest…” Lorant muttered with an air of fatalism. “I guess I could.”

Along with sensitivity to light his vision in the dark has improved; he could see the room in a mild gray scale, but things were more two-dimensional without strong difference between light and shadow. Autumm’s hair looked a radiant red, like red-hot metal in a forge. The radiance made him half-close his eyes. She was watching him intently, perhaps unaware that he could see her better than she might see him now.

“Are you going to watch over me?” He asked in a low voice.

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Divinatas – Aug 29, 2009 at 4:28 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120]Autumn Riktophen

Her eyes blinked in surprise. The question caught her off guard, and though she might have automatically said ‘Of Course’, she found herself pulling the blankets up over her legs and thinking about it.

“I will be watching over you, yes.” she finally admitted. It was an honest statement, something that even she was unsure of. With him like this it would be so easy to do the opposite. Let him waste away, or be cared for by someone else. It wasn’t even fear of repercussions that compelled her. The man was her husband. Regardless of her fears, she wouldn’t be disloyal or neglecting.
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Azul Morag – Aug 29, 2009 at 4:44 AM

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[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant smiled weakly, guessing she couldn’t see it anyway. It was safer in the dark, somehow. He moved a little on his mound of pillows; it felt like squirming on a bed of nails. Lorant shivered again, acutely aware that if he were sound of health now he would have tried to hold her and she would have rigidly allowed him. He doubted he could do that now. He watched her and wondered why and how did she come to loathe him like this.

“If I was not here,” he muttered. “What would you be doing now?”

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Divinatas – Aug 29, 2009 at 4:51 AM

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[bg=#201008][do=#a24120]Autumn Riktophen

“That’s a peculiar question.” she replied, the confusion going unhidden in her voice. She could feel his movement in bed and the shiver. With a frown, Autumn leaned over to at least pull up one of the sheets. He was simply going to have to live with it.

“Are you asking what would I do if you died, or what might I have done if we never married? Both seem like such fatal questions when you should be getting your rest.” It didn’t matter which he meant, Autumn was trying to think where she might be this moment, but drawing a blank. Her life had never really been her own to plan for.
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Azul Morag – Aug 29, 2009 at 4:57 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant blinked.

“I only asked… as if I had not arrived yesterday,” he said irritably. Why did everything had to be so complicated with her? “I do suppose from your assertions that you do find our arrangements unsatisfa…” He stopped as she tried to pull a blanket on him. Don’t do that! I am not cold!”

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Divinatas – Aug 29, 2009 at 5:19 AM

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[bg=#201008][do=#a24120]Autumn Riktophen

“If that is the case, right this moment I would be asleep.” she said, ignoring his protest and still pulling the sheet. His stubbornness was always so impossible. Autumn scooted closer to him. If he would throw off the sheet, there would at least be the warmth from her body. Then she could pull the blankets once he had fallen asleep.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 29, 2009 at 5:28 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

“That is not…!” Lorant tried grabbing her hands to make her desist but his palms hurt as if he had tried to grab cacti, forcing him to let go of her hands almost at once. “I am not cold so stop that…!” Lorant paused to catch his breath and noticed her scooting closer to him. He opened his eyes wide. “What are you… doing?”

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Divinatas – Aug 29, 2009 at 5:40 AM

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[bg=#201008][do=#a24120]Autumn Riktophen

He was fussing much like an angry child would. Though she didn’t laugh, the contrast to his normal personality was so drastic, it was almost amusing. Why could he not be this way more often? Someone that would speak softly to her… even if he did insist he was infallible?

“I am getting comfortable.” If she said it was to keep him warm, she wouldn’t doubt that he might try to throw her out of bed just to spite her. Autumn wouldn’t assume that just because he was ill that he didn’t have the strength to do it. She scooted down so she could rest her on the pillow, and reaching to try and pull up the blanket once again.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 29, 2009 at 5:54 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant was unnerved by the fact that she wasn’t paying any heed to him and was all too contrary to his wishes! He was shivering again, but that was more due to his own nervousness than how cold the room felt to him. At least, he thought with some fatalism, she didn’t know that.

“You are being exhausting,” he observed. “I do not want the blanket! It… it hurts,” he finally admitted. “And you are not letting me sleep!”

He bit his lips to a thin line. She was too close now for comfort. I would be different if he were the one moving close, but she…! She hates him! His chest ached. Maybe she wanted something… That had to be it. Lorant winced.

“What do you want? Why don’t you just say it?” He asked with a kind of fierce desperation. “You are never like this!”

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Divinatas – Aug 29, 2009 at 6:27 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120]Autumn Riktophen

I am exhausting!” she exclaimed, sitting back up again. Exhausted, yes, but she was not the one pitching a temper tantrum! Autumn was tired, and she knew he had to be on the brink of passing out himself.

“I want for you to rest. To sleep and recover by any means necessary. And if that means I must be difficult and incite your rage while I cover you blankets and force you to drink hot broth, then I will do so.” It was true that it wasn’t like her. A day ago she wouldn’t have dared. A few hours ago she wouldn’t have dared. But the man needed this and his only other alternative was Anastasia![/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 29, 2009 at 6:49 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant blinked. His stomach growling at the mention of food didn’t help. Normally he would have either snapped the neck of anyone harassing him so… but not her. Lorant felt helpless. She was near glaring at him now. He stopped fussing and watched her in frustration.

“Wouldn’t life be easier for you if I died? Not like I am dying anytime soon,” he added through his teeth. “I…”

Lorant fell silent for long seconds.

“I am… tired.”

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Divinatas – Aug 29, 2009 at 8:00 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120]Autumn Riktophen

“I know you are tired.” she replied quietly, the stern look on her face softening. “If you die I will be alone with Anastasia with no one to scare her away.” Autumn cast a rare smile, one she was sure probably went unseen in the dark.

“At the very least you could pretend to rest until you really fall asleep. I won’t leave you be until you do.”[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 29, 2009 at 8:21 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

A shiver washed over him at the mention of his mother. Lorant nibbled on his lip. Autumm had never openly complained before. He had seen them bickering, but nothing excessive. He had also noticed they would never sit together or share a conversation beyond pleasantries, but he didn’t have reasons to suppose his mother had ever tried anything against Autumm… like she would against him. Lorant felt emotionally exhausted.

Again Lorant felt the rare want to tell her… Tell her what? Autumm would be horrified and perhaps – no, surely – she would blame him and call him a monster. The only one he had told… was his master; and his master today had wanted him to live. Why? He certainly would not expect concern from an archdemon. However… he could not say he understands Silvanus Niemeyer – he never could. Lorant swallowed. Autumm was waiting. She was waiting… and he couldn’t tell her anything. He had to play the man he decided to be, even for her. Perhaps, more especially for her – even if she would hate him. Would his mother dare to harm Autumm…? He had thought the dogs were to get him, but maybe…

“What about my mother?” He slowly asked.

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Divinatas – Aug 29, 2009 at 8:47 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120]Autumn Riktophen

Autumn hesitated, a grimace falling across her face. She was grateful for the darkness. Anastasia was a difficult subject. The woman was his mother, and she was sure he wouldn’t hear a foul word against her. Yet, maybe if she told him, he might understand..? But who would he believe and the end of the day? The things Anastasia says about her, or his wife that he knows fears him?

“She.. I…” Autumn sighed. “She is hard to live with. May very well be the death of me, but that is nothing you need to be concerned with now. You should really be resting.” she tried to give a light tone to her voice, but it was hard to hide her expression.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 29, 2009 at 9:21 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

She grimaced. Lorant felt his throat tight at the sight and his eyes dilated. When she said or at least implied living with his mother could be the death of her, despite she trying to make it sound like a mild joke Lorant worried like he had not quite worried before. He had been worried about the wrong one perhaps; he had tried to dissuade the archdemon from taking her soul which he admitted his master had never hinted at; he did not consider his mother would dare against Autumm and here she was, trying to be proper by not complaining openly… Lorant stared in disbelief. Maybe Autumm didn’t fully realize…

Then Lorant remembered the ‘letter’ Autumm supposedly delivered to a demon she managed to kill: a letter from Anastasia. His heart sank. What had he been thinking…? Maybe he had been too tired to realize…? And yet somehow, Silvanus Niemeyer had known. He had to know. He sent one of his own peers, unusually enough. That alone showed Niemeyer had not wanted to risk mistakes.

“The dogs were for you,” Lorant said. It was a flat statement. He gritted his teeth. “You should have told me about this earlier!”

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Divinatas – Aug 29, 2009 at 9:30 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120]Autumn Riktophen

“I..!” she clamped her mouth shut. Well, what was she supposed to say! That his mother hated her so much that she made it her oath to see her son’s wife dead and buried? He couldn’t leap from bed and face the woman like this, nor did she think it would do any good.

“What they were hunting is irrelevant.” she finally said. “What is important now if for you to please go to sleep. You have been awake for far too long and it could all be discussed later when you are feeling better!”[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 29, 2009 at 9:44 AM

Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

“Irrelevant?”

Lorant was too furious to think clearly. He glared at her, his eyes near blazing on his pale face in the dark of the room.

“How is that irrelevant?” He asked in exasperation. “You don’t know my mother! You can’t pretend to take her lightly! That is plain stupid! Just the mix of tampered wine and the saliva of those creatures she bred and calls dogs can do so much damage! If you had drank the wine you would be de…”

He abruptly stopped and swallowed. It was useless to tell her that; if she would become scared she could panic or jump out of a window, even. It had happened before. The only cousin he had jumped to her death when they were still kids.

“You can’t hide things from me,” he said, his voice again low and smooth like a blade despite his concern. “You may not like it, but you are my wife. I have every responsibility for your well-being.”

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Divinatas – Aug 30, 2009 at 12:04 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120]Autumn Riktophen

“She is your mother.” She could not think of what else to say as she sat still, feeling very much rebuked by the heat of his glaring and the sharpness in his voice. Autumn most certainly did not take Anastasia lightly. Every moment of the day when he was away, she was constantly wary! Why couldn’t she just say it aloud?

“For the moment my well being isn’t the one in question. What must I do to get you to rest?” she asked softly. At this rate he was going to spend his last breaths in a fury.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 30, 2009 at 1:14 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant’s eyes widened so his eyelids hurt. He felt as if she had delivered a jab to his stomach!

“She is my mother and so what? Does that makes her a being above natural laws? Does that exempt her of all penalty for her actions? Does that give her the right to kill at will and make me suffer?” Lorant’s hand balled into a fist on a handful of blanket despite the pain. “I have every right to defend myself! How could you not think so…?”

His voice broke and he fell silent. Silent, angry tears welled from his eyes. Lorant swallowed, shivering. He said no more.

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Divinatas – Aug 30, 2009 at 1:31 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120]Autumn Riktophen

Autumn did not reply. He may of well had struck her! Had she been right all along to assume Anastasia had twisted her son so badly that he was practically inhuman? She felt a sharp pain of guilt. Wasn’t it her duty to ease her husband’s fears and protect him from harm? But he did not want her help, he could not even bare her fussing over him now!

Not being able to bare the silence any longer, she slowly reached her hand toward him. She hesitated, pausing when it near his face. But swallowing her fear she brushed the backs of her fingers against his cheek. “You are… not alone here anymore. I am here. And I… I will not ever leave you.” Maybe he would not remember it later, or even care to hear it now. But she felt it needed to be said.
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Azul Morag – Aug 30, 2009 at 1:46 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant swallowed; her touch felt like sharp stings prickling his face but he had longed for that for so long the pain seemed incredibly sweet yet also bitter like bile. Lorant felt cornered in his cage. He wanted to be loved by Autumm but he also had a fearful certainty that his mother was right; if Autumm were to know… to know… she would hate and despise him even more. What if just for an instant… just for an instant he could trust enough to reach out to his wife…? Another tear rolled down his cheek.

Lorant took in a deep breath… and then knew he just couldn’t do it.

“Don’t touch me,” he pleaded with a thin voice. “I will sleep. I promise.”

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Divinatas – Aug 30, 2009 at 7:03 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

Repressing a sigh, Autumn withdrew her hand. He had pushed her away again. Now when she might be able to… She moved slowly, laying down close enough to provide warmth, but with enough distance where they wouldn’t touch. That was what he wanted.

Pulling up the blankets over herself and leaving him to do as he would, she rest her head on the pillow and an arm over her eyes. “You will feel better with sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake.”[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 30, 2009 at 7:17 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant rubbed his nose with one hand and tried not to sob. At least, he thought, she hadn’t noticed – he told himself she hadn’t noticed anything. He did not reply.

Lorant gnawed on his self-consuming thoughts for a couple of minutes till the knot in his throat subsided and he could breathe normally again. Autumm hadn’t moved. Lorant guessed she had fallen asleep and perhaps he could do the same. He vacillatingly reached out to touch her hair; it was a luminous red to his ailing eyes. It was soft; he knew it was, but all he could feel now was sharp needles prickling his fingers. Lorant carefully settled down and tried to sleep. He kept on glancing at the door over Autumm’s shoulder; he couldn’t help but to fear his mother would try to sneak in… but she didn’t come and Lorant finally gave up to exhaustion.

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Divinatas – Aug 31, 2009 at 7:00 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

It was no surprise that Autumn herself fell asleep quickly and slept through most of the day. The previous evening had been exhausting not just of body but of mind too. When she woke she though at first it might have all just been a dream, but the protesting of her aching body proved to be very real. She lay still for several moments, relaxed with weary senses as she listening to the breathing of the man beside her. It was a confusing emotion, wishing she could stay in bed like this, remember that tentative touch of her hair when he thought she had fallen asleep and the words that were so unlike him.

With a soft sigh, she pushed herself up in to a sitting position. Wincing at the stiffness and the dull ache of her wounds. Autumn leaned over Lorant to check on him, having relief at finding him still alive and breathing. She brushed her hand softly over his forehead and then against his cheek to check his temperature.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 31, 2009 at 7:38 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant winced, startled out of his deep yet uneasy sleep. His skin was still sensitive and touch hurt, but not as sharply as the night before. His forehead accused a mild fever. His startled eyes met his wife’s; in the heavy twilight of the room his hazel eyes had a slight golden phosphorescence, like cat eyes reflecting a glimpse of light. After a couple of seconds of tense stillness, he blinked. His dilated pupils shrank a little.

“…” Lorant opened his mouth to speak only to realize he didn’t know what to say. His brow furrowed and his gaze slid down, sadly.

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Divinatas – Aug 31, 2009 at 8:41 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” she said softly. He was a little warm, but it shouldn’t be cause for worry so long as she could get him to follow doctor’s orders. She shifted her weight to lean on a hand.

“If you’d like to wake I can send someone to bring a meal.” Hmm, but she may have to step out for a moment to speak with one of the servants. At least it would only take a second. Then she could return and take care of changing the sheets.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 31, 2009 at 8:56 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant winced slightly, nibbling on his lip. She spoke so softly and touched his forehead with kindness, even if the state of his health made her touch painful… Why couldn’t she be like this always? Lorant could not fully grasp why she was afraid of him. He acknowledged he forced himself on her sometimes, but wasn’t marriage a contract? They both had duties to fulfill. He really tried and money was never lacking. However… this. This was so strange. The sudden kindness made him both grateful and wary; in his life there had never been the case that injury doesn’t follow apparent caring. Her sudden kindness made him both want more and reject it curtly – it was cornering him against… Against what? He longed to be loved by her… but he didn’t know how. He didn’t know how to be loved as much as he did not know how to love.

“Do as you wish,” Lorant muttered. “I…” He swallowed. “I am not hungry.”

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Divinatas – Aug 31, 2009 at 8:22 PM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

Autumn retracted her hand. “Then I will be right back. It wouldn’t hurt to have something brought in for later.” She eased herself out of bed, her movements being slow and awkward. Taking a few moments to refresh herself and change in to a clean gown and robe, she moved next to the bedside table and dug in to a drawer until she found a key.

Autumn left to open the door, turning the lock on the inside of the bedroom and closing it behind her. It would keep anyone from sneaking in so long as Lorant did not open the door and she could let herself back in with the key. It was a little strange to think she couldn’t leave the man alone safely, but his mother was… Well, she didn’t trust Anastasia.

There didn’t seem to be a sign of the older woman, or anyone else for that matter as Autumn looked down the hallway. She had been hoping someone would pass by. Huffing under her breath, she tip toed quietly down the corridor to head for the stairs.
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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 12:17 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant opened his eyes again when he heard the click of the key turning in the door’s lock. His brow furrowed again in a mix of confussion and helplessness. Slowly he sat up and pushed aside the bed sheets; someone had covered his legs at some point… Maybe Addler did. That reminded him her was going to need a nurse… didn’t he? If Adler would send someone from Niemeyer’s organization it would at least be someone trained in the dark arts and that in the end might be useful. He had no doubt that his mother would eventually try something else, perhaps worse. Autumm didn’t have to be in the way of danger.

The pajama pants he was wearing were soft enough but still felt like shattered glass against his skin. Once he got his feet to the floor, the rug was not any better: It was going to be like walking on shards of glass. Lorant somberly encouraged himself thinking he had been through worse pain before and had not died of it. He limped his way to the window. Reaching out, he touched the curtains but what little light he allowed in to test his vision hurt too sharply and he was forced to desist. The heavy curtain fell back in place, once again leaving the room in thick, grey shadows. He felt trapped. The room was large but it suddenly seemed to small to be inside for much longer; Lorant’s eyes dilated.

“I am not going outside,” he muttered through clenched teeth. “I am not going…!”

He clenched his fists the hardest he could; the blinding pain did the trick and snapped him free from the sickening tendrils of delusion Anastasia had sent upon him. Lorant fell on his knees with a shuddered groan and tried to catch his breath. Am I going to be strong enough like this? He desperately wondered. Lorant tried to breathe.

Your master wished you to live. Remember that when you see your mother again. The words of Asmodeus came back to his mind, slow and definitive. Lorant wondered… Did he mean Belial had grown tired of helping him? Was his Master displeased? Most likely, he was – Lorant for once considered his latest offering had offended the archdemon in some way he could not understand.

“Your wife is as yours as can be,” the Archdemon said. “May she share your life and may her fate be that your life will give her. If you so need her, may your path and hers meet forever.”

That did sound like a curse, if anything – not the words, but the way Belial spoke them. Lorant wiped the tears that came to his eyes from the pain when he clenched his fists. He felt strangely guilty and depressed. What did his Master expect? He could not kill his mother… There was always something in the way and he just could not do it.

She is your mother, Autumm had said. Lorant growled under his breath. He told Autumm himself being his mother didn’t give Anastasia the right to hurt him… to torture him. Was he insane? Belial was correct. This was not going to end unless he took definitive action. Could he, though?

Lorant struggled to get back on his feet and stumbled into the restroom. He wanted to wash his face, wash all the blood off him and just wake up from this nightmare; even if Autumm would refuse to look him in the eye again. His heart sank at the idea… but wasn’t it going to happen anyway…?

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Divinatas – Sep 1, 2009 at 5:13 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

Autumn met no one in the hall on her way to the stairs. When she paused at the top, still there was not sight of a single household staff member. She cast a slight frown before descending. It wasn’t until she reached the kitchen itself that she finally found anyone. A group of the staff sitting at the table speaking in low whispers. They hushed suddenly when they spotted Autumn.

One of the maids cleared her throat. “Can we do something for you, miss?” Working in the Riktophen household was a harrowing experience. But at least, the lady Master Riktophen had married didn’t cause anyone to jump in fear when she entered the room. Were it the Baron or his mother, they might have scurried away, leaving the last one standing to handle requests!

“A tray of food, if you would, please. Hot broth, bread and butter. Perhaps some milk with honey. Hmm.” she paused, nibbling on her bottom lip for a moment. “If you would keep a close eye on it and not leave it alone even a moment before you bring it upstairs. I would very much appreciate it.”

The maid nodded casting a quick look at the others. They wouldn’t dare ask why the Mistress would make such a request. Gossip knew why! “Of course, Miss. Right away.”

Casting a small grateful smile, Autumn left them to their work to head back upstairs. After the first few steps she was huffing with aching frustration! Determined to not take so long, she forced her feet to move.

Approaching their rooms, she was not surprised to see Anastasia at the door, something in her hands as she was trying to twist the knob. Autumn crossed the corridor quickly, clamping her hand over the older woman’s wrist and forcing her away from the door.

“Not today, Anastasia. Leave him be.” she said firmly.

Anastasia responded with a hiss grabbing on to Autumn’s arm and digging her nails in to her skin. “How dare you try to keep a mother from her son! Brazen harlot! You have bewitched and poisoned him!”

Autumn released Anastasia quickly, but now the woman was clinging on to her arm and refusing to be shaken off. This was not where she wanted to do battle! “He is trying to rest. Stasia, please. Just go!”

Having been ignored by Lorant the previous evening and now having his pet whore trying to turn her away, Anastasia was having none of it. She twisted Autumn’s wrist, digging her nails in deep while she attempting to snatch away the bedroom key. “I WILL SEE MY SON. LORANT! YOU LET YOUR MOTHER IN THIS MOMENT!”
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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 5:37 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant was dizzied by the pain it caused him to simply wash and dry himself the best he could and hadn’t yet finished coming to terms with his bandages when he heard scratching at the door. His hackles rose as the scratching intensified, followed by a sort of growl and the door knob being shaken. Lorant’s eyes widened and fear clouded his mind for an instant; then he heard Autumm’s voice and Anastasia hiss back.

“I WILL SEE MY SON. LORANT! YOU LET YOUR MOTHER IN THIS MOMENT!”

Lorant desperately wondered what to do. He grabbed the long hat pin he used to keep used bandages rolled properly and prickled his finger with it, then rolled the hat pin’s tip in the drop of blood that came out. Being her son, his own blood worked well enough; his Master had taught him. Lorant knew he was by no means ready to open that door but he needed to drive his mother away from Autumm without making things… too apparent. Lorant chanted a spell in hushed whispers, marking the tips of a pentagram on his palm, then sunk the hat pin right through it – as he did, the same pain dug through his mother’s hand. He pulled it out.

“I am not going!” He hissed.

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Divinatas – Sep 1, 2009 at 5:50 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

Anastasia let out a loud howl as she suddenly released her son’s wife! Looking towards her hand and then up at Autumn, she gave a raged scowl! “How dare you! How dare you!” She might have spat out more, but she was turning on a heel and marching away. Muttered curses under her breath.

Autumn ran her hand over the scratches on her arm, casting a confused expression at Anastasia’s retreating frame. She waited until several moments had passed and the woman was well out of sight before she pulled out the key to let herself in the bedroom. Her hands were shaking and she had to take a deep breath before she turned the knob to step inside.

Closing the door gently behind her, she locked it again. Who was to say that Anastasia would not come back? She only hope the staff would do as instructed and kept an eye on dinner. The old woman was getting so much worse.

She turned her head, peering over her shoulder in to the dark, allowing her eyes to readjust to the dim twilight. “Lorant..? she asked softly, not wanting to raise her voice in case he had managed to fall back to sleep. [/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 6:05 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

A sort of growl replied, low and more vibration than voice. Lorant felt nausea; the pain was intense and he was yet to admit he was hungry. Lorant pressed the wound from the hatpin between thumb and fingers but the pressure only made it worse. He was sitting at the bench at the foot of the bed, in loose pants and barefoot; he was only halfway done with the bandages but the episode with his mother left him unnerved and annoyed at his current weakness.

Lorant blinked. He could see in the dark better than average humans – another gift from his Master – but his sensitive eyes made him see strange colors and some blotched spots. He saw Autumm’s hair, luminous like a simmering flame. He wondered if she… if she had changed again; if she was her normal self again. He feared it.

“I… am awake,” he finally muttered. “I… am here.”

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Divinatas – Sep 1, 2009 at 6:47 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

It took her a moment to adjust, but she could see his form near the edge of the bed. He really shouldn’t be up and moving around, but it did give her the opportunity to change out the blankets and sheets.

“I’ve asked someone to bring something to eat.” Rubbing her arm, she crossed the room to the linens wardrobe, pulling out a fresh set of sheets. She set them aside on one of the chairs before she moved to the bed to start stripping off the old ones. “I admit… I look forward to just spending the night indoors. The fire is nice.” She was trying to make conversation. Avoiding bringing up Anastasia or making things awkward. …It was still a bit awkward, but she wanted to try.
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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 6:59 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant resumed the slow and trying task to put on fresh bandages and secure them properly. He could ignore the pain only long enough. Autumm was changing the bed sheets and talking. Lorant heard her without really listening – he only so rarely had heard her talk for long. She would usually be circumspect and polite. Lorant wondered what she was talking about after all.

“I like your voice,” he muttered. “But I don’t know what you are saying. Say it again.”

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Divinatas – Sep 1, 2009 at 7:39 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

Autumn paused at the sudden comment, blinking at his back with a curious confusion. She couldn’t remember him ever making a comment like that. There had been compliments before, but always polite pleasantries that were to be expected. Nothing that sounded so casually sincere.

Slowly, she returned to her task. “I said, I’ve asked someone to send something up to eat.” she repeated, taking the old linens and blankets away from the bed to set aside. Autumn pulled up the fresh sheets and shook them out. “And that I am glad to stay in bed for the night. The fire is pleasant and it will be nice to just stay in and rest.”

She had caught herself nibbling on her lip again, watching as he slowly rebound his wounds. Maybe it was a strange a superstitious thought to think that as soon as they left the room this new fragile complacency would vanish as quickly as it came.

Autumn spread the fresh sheet over the bed and arranged newly fluff pillows at the head where they belonged. Next came the blankets, with the covers turned down so they could immediately return to bed. With the bed made, she rounded it’s corner to kneel in front of him. She took the bandage gently from his hands to finish wrapping and adeptly made sure it was fastened securely.
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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 7:53 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant blinked in surprise when she knelt down and took over the bandages. His fingers went rigid to resist but only an instant and she continued the task for him. Lorant felt awkward as she slid her arms quite close to his body to wind the bandages around him properly. The sudden, intimate proximity in their dark bedroom made him feel awfully vulnerable because it was her who came close on her own volition. Lorant nibbled on his lip, torn between just accepting her attentions or try to move away to emotional safety.

“Are you saying you will be glad to stay in bed for the night? I am going to be in it,” he pointed out with weary irony. “At least, I think I will be.”

Lorant slid a hand tentatively down his forearm. His skin still hurt. Lorant pressed his thumb on his palm and realized it was not bleeding. He wouldn’t need to patch it up.

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Divinatas – Sep 1, 2009 at 8:08 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

Autumn grinned sheepishly, a soft laugh managing to escape before she remembered herself and was chewing her bottom lip again. How strange! It was a dark sense of humor, and normally perhaps she wouldn’t of thought it at all amusing. But it was a joke. Had one moment really made so much difference to her point of view..?

“The bed is made and ready for you.” she replied after making sure the bandage was secure. He was fussing with his hand enough so that she noticed. Autumn took it gently to pull closer in her line of vision and frowned as she run her fingertips over the small puncture there. No blood, but it was fresh.

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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 8:26 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant froze for an instant.

“Just now…” He muttered. “The hatpin… and here it’s dark; I didn’t see it on time.”

Lorant pulled his hand gently and then noticed marks of nails dug in her skin. He frowned.

“My mother did this to you…?”

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Divinatas – Sep 1, 2009 at 8:36 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

Hatpin? He asked about her arm, and by reflex she covered the scratches with her hand. Her expression was guilty, but what did she have to be guilty for?

“She… gets upset sometimes.” It was an awkward feeling, wanting to tell him how abusive Anastasia could be, but being afraid to say something ill of a man’s mother. Yet he knew she was doing things. Why couldn’t she talk about it? [/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 8:58 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant swallowed. He examined Autumm’s arm. He could see the marks and he wondered… He didn’t see any marks of scars when he bandaged Autumm the day before. Lorant nibbled on his lip in disgust at the thought that his mother could get much worse. He didn’t owe all his scars to sports, training and fighting for his life outside. Lorant closed his fingers possesively on her hand, but the pain didn’t allow him to hold it for long.

“How, upset? Has she…?” Well, he did know by now the dogs were for Autumm – at least. It was possible that his mother tried to kill him, that was completely plausible… but she tried to kill Autumm too, she sent her to be killed to a demon household. Lorant frowned. “Autumm, why do you hide these things from me! Do you think I cannot do anything in my own house? This… this does not have to happen to you! Why don’t you just tell me!”

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Divinatas – Sep 1, 2009 at 9:19 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

Autumn leaned back, resting on her feet as she remained kneeling on the floor. She stared at his hands as she fidgeted with her own fingers. A look of wrestling thoughts plainly across her face. She couldn’t tell that she had been afraid to speak to him. To her, he had been more frightening than Anastasia. Despite what Anastasia would do, it was easier to do battle with her than with her own husband. But right this moment…

“I’ve not tried to hide things from you, just… Just to spare you from the burden. There are other things you must worry about, I can deal with Anastasia when she – When she gets upset.” [/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 9:36 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Saying that Lorant was taken aback by her words would be an understatement. He leaned back on the stool and stared.

“Are you saying,” he said with an undertone of profound mystification, “that you think I can’t deal with my mother? I pay the staff! She doesn’t have money of her own. I can replace the staff if need be. If you… if you talked to me I could…” Lorant stopped. What could he do anyway? He kept on herding Anastasia and Autumm from house to house and back to the barony’s castle round the year just to keep his mother from making too many long term plans. Autumm never said anything, how was he supposed to know she was in danger? “If you had wanted to stay in a single place…”

He stopped again and snorted in frustration.

“You don’t know my mother,” he muttered with some resentfulness, “if you think you can appease her easily.”

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Divinatas – Sep 1, 2009 at 10:46 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

“I don’t think she could ever be appeased.” she said with a grim sort of smile. The only times she had ever seen Anastasia happy was when she had done something wicked or had planned to do so in the very near future.

That faint smile disappeared, replaced by a more serious expression. “I am talking to you now. Will… will it make a difference, what I want? What I say?” Autumn asked softly. It never seemed as if it did matter. There were so many things that went unsaid between them. This was something she needed to know.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 11:18 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant swallowed. A part of him was protesting already, wary that her first wish would be to stay away from him and see him as little as possible.

“As much as possible,” he said, somberly. “I have given you my name; you don’t lack money or prestige, nor does your family. I have allowed you to continue your hobby of taking photographs. I have no idea what else could you possibly want. You…”

Lorant’s heart sank.

So you offer a bargain? You might be fooling yourself, Lorant. You cannot pay ransom for something that is not yours, nor hasn’t been taken from you, his Master had said.

“You have to live with me,” he said, flatly. “I cannot grant you the contrary.”

His chest hurt and breathing became difficult. Lorant silently tried to control his breathing to prevent a knot from forming in his throat.

“So…” He said after a moment of silence, his voice a little strained, “what do you want?”

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Divinatas – Sep 1, 2009 at 10:23 PM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

Was he… afraid that she would leave him? There was a brief astonished expression from her as she examined his face in the darkness of the room. Autumn hadn’t thought he’d be afraid of anything. And certainly not of that.

“I was not going to ask to leave.” she replied first. She had the unexpected urge to reach out and touch his hand, but he would likely shrink away from the gesture.

After a moment of silence, she continued. “There is love? Safety? I would like to… feel safe.” She was sure he would be offended at the notion. For her to suggest it wasn’t safe in his home. But he had asked.
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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 10:50 PM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant felt nausea. Love? He instictively knows he loves Autumm, but in every instance his mother hurt him she would immediately argue she loved him like no one else, and no one else would ever love him. Despite the pain and horror in his life, Lorant still longed for kindness, for gentle words and yes, safety; he longed to feel wanted and this he wanted from Autumm and no one else.

“I… don’t know,” Lorant said, his voice strained. He leaned further back, his voice down to a whisper. “She says she loves me and there is nothing good in it…”

His voice died down. Lorant swallowed to overcome the knot in his throat.

“My mother says you could never love me,” he said with a thin voice. “I know you are afraid of me. I can smell it on you, whenever we are alone. I… can only keep you as safe as I can keep myself safe, but… how can I guess every danger if you are afraid to tell me about it?” Lorant leaned forward, but still remained at a prudent distance. “Love is only hurt and pain. I want you to be happy or at least, content. I… have the potential to destroy every life I touch. I realized this by myself. Perhaps in a way, that could keep you safe.”

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Divinatas – Sep 1, 2009 at 11:10 PM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

The honesty was refreshing. This was probably the most she had ever spoken to Lorant… ever! To know his thoughts and how he felt made him so much more human. It allowed her a hope that maybe she could connect to him. Things did not have to be so dreary. If he could not make the first steps, perhaps she could and their future might be different.

“Love can be so much more than hurt or pain.” Autumn responded, inching closer so she could reach out and clasp his hands gently. “Anastasia does not know me, or what I am capable of. I am afraid – I cannot pretend otherwise. But I am your wife. Take care of me and I will be happy. Maybe in time we can have more.”
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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 11:38 PM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant jerked back instinctively; his eyes opened wide and that bronze glimmer returned them. She still had his hands in hers and he wasn’t sure which hurt the most: the physical pain or the anguish twisting his guts. His eyes filled; he was being cornered again.

“I have been taking care of you!” He managed to say. “At least… as much as I knew…” He pulled to get his hands free. “Let go! This is painful…”

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Divinatas – Sep 2, 2009 at 12:05 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

Autumn retracted her hands quickly. She had been denied again, her attempt to reach out to him rejected. Perhaps not so much reject as pushed away. It was difficult not to feel disappointed or have her feelings hurt.

She was about to reply when there was a knock at the door. Autumn rose to her feet, crossing the room with stiff motions to answer. Her first worry was of Anastasia, but it was a relief to find it one of the maids bringing up the tray of food.

“Thank you. I’ll take it.” she retrieved the tray, closing and locking the door once again and brought it to the bedside table. Where he could not see, she gave everything a quick taste. Nothing seemed to be bitter or tainted.

“Come to bed. I am sure you are starving.”
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Azul Morag – Sep 2, 2009 at 12:25 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant was shivering. His guts were still sharply wrung and she had moved away… again. Painfully he acknowledged he had been unable to stand the emotional strain her sympathy brought upon him.

Sympathy. Pity. That would be as bad as her fear, perhaps. Lorant bent over and held his head. There was no end in sight. Why did he have to come back! He didn’t have to see them… But again, his mother always managed to pull him at least near her, and Autumm… If he had not come back yesterday, Autumm would be dead. Lorant bit his lip till it bled. He resolved to tough it out. Perhaps Autumm had desisted. The thought however gave him a sharper pain. Lorant tried to breathe. His head was spinning and he was forced to remember he had almost two days without food.

“…” Slowly, Lorant climbed on the bed, near flinching at the touch of fabrics as he tried to settle on the bed. Unwilling, silent tears rolled down to his chin and he sucked in air to his nose to clear it. Finally, he sat down and waited without a word.

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Divinatas – Sep 2, 2009 at 7:03 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

This new feeling of wanting to reach out to him was frustrating. Compounded by his unwillingness to have her touch him. Autumn could understand that he might be in physical pain, but she didn’t think that was what had him pushing her away. It was angering, but most of all it mad her sad.

Autumn took most of the things off the tray to set on the bedside table, so she could lift it up again and rest it on the bed over his lap. Everything was as the doctor instructed, and she was not feeling any illness of yet so it would be safe for him to eat. With the tray settled, she took one of the bowls for herself and sat on the edge of the bed nearby.

For now, she remained silent. He had very effectively put an end to their conversation, and she just couldn’t think of a way to bring it back without pestering him.
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Azul Morag – Sep 2, 2009 at 7:26 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant squirmed a little under the tray. It was tall enough not to press against his body but this felt awkward; he wasn’t used to eat in bed. It didn’t seem right. Lorant watched her with his inhuman vision for a long instant; Autumm was sitting on the edge of the bed, eating. Lorant wondered why things had gone awry; it wasn’t supposed to be like this. She had refuge, clothes, food, an occupation… and yet, it wasn’t enough to earn her affections. He had watched his associates and their wives and he could not tell where the difference was… except very obviously, his mother. Most wives he had seen were absorbed into their own life, shopping and socializing. It was very much like a business partnership where remuneration was not monetary. He wondered. Wincing in the dark shadows around him, he managed to use the cutlery properly to feed himself. Lorant realized he was starved; he had been too worried to notice. In less than two minutes of very fast clicking of dishware and cutlery, his food was gone.

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Divinatas – Sep 2, 2009 at 7:49 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

The food did well to still that odd churn of her stomach, but Autumn still felt unsettled. Lorant had his meal quicker than she expected and she was tempted to send for more food, but it he ate too much he’d likely make himself ill again.

When she was sure he was finished, she moved to set the tray back on the bedside table. She poured him a cup of the warm milk with honey and offered it to him.

“Drink this. It should be soothing.”
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Azul Morag – Sep 2, 2009 at 8:00 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant accepted the cup of milk. It felt too warm for his currently hypersensitive hands to hold but he told himself it wasn’t going to cause real injury. Despite, he carefully held it by the handle. He sipped. Milk – he really didn’t like milk; it was one of those strange dislikes he simply had. Lorant pursed his lip in resignation and drank it anyway. He gave back the cup.

“I don’t like milk,” he informed. He didn’t want to, but he spoke before realizing it. His voice was coarse as the knot in his throat was not completely gone.

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Divinatas – Sep 2, 2009 at 8:32 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

“You will have to suffer with it for a few days.” she responded, taking the cup and setting it aside. Autumn took a mug for herself, it being filled with hot tea, a little cream and some honey. With her cup she rounded the bed to her own side, climbing up carefully and tucking her legs underneath the blanket.

“You may have to suffer with me a few days as well. Rest might be a good idea.” Autumn commented, taking a sip of the tea and making a face when it was too hot for comfort. She tried blowing over the surface to cool it. Occasionally chancing a side glance at her husband from the corner of her eye. Would he feel smothered by her…?
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Azul Morag – Sep 2, 2009 at 8:44 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant casted her a look of wary mystification with some indignation into the mix.

“I don’t like milk,” he insisted. “Surely there is something else to substitute it…” She was getting right into bed and pulling the covers on her legs. Her words reminded him of something.

“Don’t forget to let Addler know I need a nurse when his bill arrives,” Lorant muttered, uncomfortably. “You… won’t have to look after me.”

He tried to lean against his pillows but the bandages pulling in different directions were too painful to ignore. Lorant snorted in frustration with a jolt of pain, then pushed his pillows higher and tried again.

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Divinatas – Sep 3, 2009 at 7:21 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

“There is nothing else. A few days of it will not harm you.” she replied. Of the things for them to bicker about, milk was a trivial thing. What would it be like if that was the worst of their troubles?

“Sending for a nurse isn’t necessary. I will care for you myself.” She didn’t want to say it was because she didn’t trust anyone else to do it. And perhaps if she were to remain close by they might know each other better. If they could sit and talk like this every night, she might not be so afraid and he might trust her a little more.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Sep 3, 2009 at 7:42 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant blinked slowly. This was new. Concerning meals he was used to have what he wanted; only when he was old enough to realize he needed to be strong of body if he was to survive he began caring about balanced meals, but there were some things he never accepted and milk was one of them. Nobody had ever talked to him like this!

“Why should I?” He asked. “What is it to you? That is strange!” Lorant frowned when she went on to disagree about the nurse. “Why are you being stubborn? I need a trained professional! You don’t understand…!”

Evidently, he thought with a deeper frown. Lorant didn’t want to tell her too much about what kind of trained professional he needed!

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Divinatas – Sep 4, 2009 at 7:37 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

Autumn bit her bottom lip. She couldn’t believe she wanted to laugh! Why should a man make such a big deal about a glass of milk? With a deep breath and a partial smile, she tilted her head to blink at him.

“It is better for you. The Doctor left me a list of instructions. If he felt that you needed an additional nurse, I am sure he would have made sure to suggest it. Otherwise, I am perfectly capable of taking care of what ever you need. That includes attempting to be more stubborn than you are.” It was a bold statement! A test to see what she could get away with saying. To see if she would even be able to hold her own in an argument with him. There were bound to be so many of those.
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Azul Morag – Sep 4, 2009 at 8:01 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant frowned but saw she had something close to a smile on her face; this both surprised and disturbed him. What was the smile about?

“Why do I get the impression that you are amused?” He asked, irritably. “This is serious. I am not asking for your authorization and I have never said you may take decisions for me!”

Lorant glared at her but he now had a different worry, because Autumm had a point. If the top of the chain considered Lorant needed protection, Addler would have suggested it. Instead, he gave instructions to his wife. Would that mean he shouldn’t ask for help? Would he be denied assistance? Lorant had no way to know and he still considered he might have offended his Master with his latest offering. The thought unsettled and frustrated him.

“Don’t play condescending on me! I am not a half-wit that cannot think by himself!”

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Divinatas – Sep 4, 2009 at 8:10 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

“I have never suggested that you were.” she replied with more calmness than she actually felt. It was a bit like poking a sleeping cat. You knew it would hurt if it lashed out, but they weren’t exactly looking threatening when balled up asleep.

Thinking of him as a sleeping cat really didn’t fit him at all. Perhaps one of those panthers from the jungle.

“As your wife, when you are sick and being unreasonable I may have to make some choices for you. Can you at least trust me to not do anything that would harm you? You’ll be well and fine within a few days then you might punish me as you see fit.”
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Azul Morag – Sep 4, 2009 at 8:25 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant’s frown went deeper. Perhaps the marriage contract had more smaller print than he had actually read.

“Aren’t you supposed to keep obedience to your husband?” He mordaciously asked. “I still don’t see why you should impose your drink choices on me. As for Addler, what kind of instructions did he leave to you? Did he say he would come back?

Lorant drew in a deep breath, tense.

“Don’t ask me for punishments. I have never really punished you and I don’t want to start now.”

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Divinatas – Sep 4, 2009 at 8:39 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

His last comment made her smile again, this time wider but gentle. “You might change your mind later. I will do whatever you ask of me, but not if it will compromise your health. You need things that will keep your stomach at ease – that is what the Doctor said – and plenty of rest.”

Certainly getting angry like this wasn’t doing him any good. But, it may have still been a blessing. He was feeling well enough to argue and was doing better. “He said I could send for him if we needed him, otherwise there’s no reason for him to return.”
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Azul Morag – Sep 4, 2009 at 8:57 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant’s shoulders relaxed slightly. So, the door was not closed or so to speak. If he would need help he could still ask for it. Still, Autumm was smiling again and this disturbed him for some reason he could not quite understand. It was both pleasant and threatening in a sort of unnerving way.

“Milk won’t keep my stomach at ease!” He said with a frown. “I never drink it!”

Lorant felt anxious. He was getting kind of sleepy and if she was taking things lightly, terrible things could happen if he fell asleep. His mother could get into the room. Another fire could start. Anything, really! He shook his head a little as his eyelids felt heavy.

“Did he leave any prescription for me? I want to see it.”

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Divinatas – Sep 4, 2009 at 9:02 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

“There really isn’t any specific medications…” she replied, moving to set her cup down on the beside table and picking up the paper that had the instructions. She offered it to him. “Just rest and proper diet. I’m really not sure what he applied while he was here. I had to step out of the room.” That in itself was curious, but she could also understand that perhaps the scene would have worried her.

“Milk will do you just fine and once you’re well you won’t have to drink it again.” Autumn insisted. She would insist again until he did drink up until he could leave this room without fear.

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Azul Morag – Sep 4, 2009 at 9:14 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant moved the paper so that he could read the notes; his eyes were affected but even in the grey shadows of the room he could read without major problem. He found a recipe for a mild painkiller at the bottom of the notes.

“Well, there is a painkiller here. I will prepare it myself.” Indeed, he refused to risk getting poisoned; he’d rather prepare his medication himself! Lorant eyed Autumm over the note. She was being too assertive for comfort, considering just the day before she would throw herself into a shivers of fear like a frightened rabbit every time he would talk to her!

“What makes you think you know and why should I do as you say?” He asked, slowly. “You never dared to speak like this before.”

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Divinatas – Sep 4, 2009 at 9:33 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

If he wished to make his own painkiller, she wouldn’t deny him that. He knew his pain better than she. But at his question she looked uncomfortable. No, she hadn’t been assertive before. Of course she wouldn’t have dared.

“You weren’t ill or being unreasonable before. I wouldn’t want to see my husband die, so it’s important that I take care of you.” it was the honest truth. He scared her, but she didn’t want to see him dead.
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Azul Morag – Sep 4, 2009 at 9:49 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

“I am quite capable of logical thought,” Lorant observed, incisively. He stared at the paper in his hands for an instant.

“What do you care if I die?” He asked after an awkward silence. “My mother and you are my only heirs. You would not lack anything for the rest of your life. Do you worry being a widow would limit your social access? Six months of mourning is the acceptable minimum.” Lorant nibbled on his lip. “You say you wouldn’t want to see your husband die. What does that mean? I know you are afraid of me.”

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Divinatas – Sep 4, 2009 at 9:58 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

“I do not care for social status, nor do I want your money.” she said with an air of offense. Granted, it was exactly what her parents wanted, but Autumn had far more romantic dreams. They were impossible to be true, but they didn’t involve marrying some poor man for his wealth and title.

Is that what he thought of her? A social climber? A quiet huff escaped her as she scooted down in the bed to lie down. She turned her back to him and made herself as comfortable as she could. She was angry, but they had made so much progress in one night. She didn’t want to fight.

“If you didn’t expect to get a wife that cared for you, what did you marry me for? Why did you choose to marry at all?”[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Sep 4, 2009 at 10:22 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant narrowed his eyes. Maybe she didn’t want money and status but her father sure did. It had been a smooth business transaction – Lorant didn’t even have to talk to her. Courtship had been a few stiff sessions with an army of chaperone and… the wedding. Now, here they are. Lorant had observed she spent far less than Anastasia, despite he didn’t check all their purchase bills… or else, he would have noticed the gun earlier.

The dog. So far, it seemed she was telling the truth. She didn’t seem to want him dead – yet. Anastasia could look very sweet to outsiders when she wanted to, specially men. Lorant had seen those awkward social transformations throught his childhood.

Was she angry now? Lorant blinked as she turned her back to him and laid down… and asked. Lorant shifted uncomfortably.

“I wasn’t thinking,” he simply said. “I wasn’t thinking at all. I really do not know why I married you. It was perhaps the way you look at photographs in those galleries you so liked. I am aware I could not purchase that… but I refused to think. Some decisions you can only rationalize after you make them, not before. Sometimes, not even then.”

The pain in his chest returned, wringing sharply.

“You don’t need to concern yourself about me, really. I just wish you were happy, or at least content. Perhaps then I could watch you and feel that sort of peace again… yet of course I know it does not really depend on you. I know you are afraid of me. I… cannot help that.”

Lorant slipped Addler’s note under his pillow so he wouldn’t lose it and dozed again. He was falling asleep, despite all his efforts. Lorant closed his eyes.

“I am sorry.”

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Divinatas – Sep 4, 2009 at 10:34 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

How could he make her feel so terrible with just a few words? She never knew the details of their marriage. Her father told her she was betrothed and there was little argument she could have with it. She had automatically assumed her father had been the one to contact and arrange everything. He was very proud about it.

Did this mean that Lorant saw her and simply wanted to marry her? Was that love, or at least something akin to it? He wanted to see her happy and yet he couldn’t realize that it was the love that she wanted?

“We could be happy…” she replied softly. Autumn turned to peek over her shoulder, but it seemed he was finally dozing off to sleep now. With a sigh, she rolled to her back to blink at the ceiling. They could, couldn’t they? If they wanted to?[/do][/bg]

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Divinatas – Sep 16, 2009 at 9:11 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

A new day…

Resting came easy when your mind was just as worn as your body. After such serious conversations with Lorant, her mind had been reeling even in her dreams. How could your perception of someone change so drastically over night? It left her feeling off-kilter. As if the world had evolved without her looking.

This morning had been quiet, even to her own surprise. As Autumn sat near the draped windows with book pages lit only with a small candle, she worried at Anastasia’s sudden absence. The older woman hadn’t tried to see her son again, nor had she pitched any tantrums to the staff. An entire day went by without incident. Anastasia was quiet as a doormouse. Autumn couldn’t help but wonder if it was only peace before a storm.

She turned another page of her book, despite not reading the words. Her mind was on other things. Would Lorant be well enough to leave bed today? Could she extend this new complacency outside of the bedroom walls? She could take her camera and show him how she took pictures. It could be a step to a new life. Autumn smiled at the thought.
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Azul Morag – Sep 16, 2009 at 12:41 PM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant opened his eyes for what had to be the third time he had willed himself to continue sleeping. He was hungry and his body hurt from oversleeping, but he feared waking up and finding out yesterday was a dream and his usually bleak reality would be right there to jump at his throat, should he finally wake up. Lorant was hungry. He rubbed his eyes and saw a dim light, perhaps a candle somewhere beyond the bed. He still could not look at it directly; his eyes hurt. Lorant closed his eyes and tried to sleep again, despite his grumbling stomach…

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Divinatas – Sep 18, 2009 at 3:26 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

Vaguely, she was aware of the movement from the bed, but at soft knock sounded at the door to pull her attention away. She placed a marker in her book, setting it aside as she rose from her chair. Autumn crossed the room and opened the door just a crack to peek out, subtle relief that it was only one of the maids bringing a tray of breakfast and not her atrocious mother-in-law.

Autumn opened the door wider and stepped aside, casting a grateful smile at the woman. The maid entered quickly, bustling over to a small table near the fireplace to set the tray down. She arranged dishes carefully, seeming to try and keep her own attentions from curiously spying around the master’s chambers. With the table set, she grabbed the basket of dirty linens and curtsied to the Miss before scurrying out the door just as quickly as she came.

Once the maid exited, Autumn locked the door behind her. Moving to the bed, she sat down gently on the edge, nibbling on her bottom lip. She didn’t want to wake Lorant, but he did need to eat and regain his strength.

“Lorant… There is breakfast.” she said softly, moving a hand to brush over his forehead to be sure he wasn’t relapsing in to another fever.

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Azul Morag – Sep 18, 2009 at 5:42 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant winced at her touch, the pain more emotional than physical now. His skin hurt less than yesterday and yet touch was still painful it was nowhere near to the sharp stings of the day before. Lorant was barely able to look at her. In the thick shadows, her hair was still a red flame but dimmer, gentler.

“I…”

Lorant paused. He felt tired; his muscles ached and his body felt heavy, his head saddled with pessimistic thoughts. If he could just go back to sleep… Lorant was aware he overslept himself and was feeling sicker because of it, but still… How tiresome life felt in that instant! If he would comply and wake up, he would have to be alive, to answer questions and be unable to answer other questions his throat burned to share and yet he knew sharing unspeakable horrors with his wife was most unwise. She would blame him. She would hate him. Who would not?

His master knew, but it wasn’t the same; Niemeyer was not even a human being.

“I am… tired,” Lorant muttered.

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Divinatas – Sep 18, 2009 at 5:58 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

He winced, which had her nibbling her lip again. But at least he didn’t feel warm.

“I know.” she replied. “But you need to eat and perhaps step out of bed for awhile. I won’t have you drink any milk?” It was a silly thing, but might lure him from bed. She was already moving to pull back the blankets. If necessary she would have to harass him out of the bed and to the table. It might turn to another shouting match, but it would get his blood moving and clear his head.
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Azul Morag – Sep 18, 2009 at 10:32 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant eyed her curiously.

“Is that true?” He asked, sounding very skeptic. “I still don’t understand why you are stubborn about it…” Lorant bit his lip. Yes, getting out of bed would be better than just lay in bed waiting for someone to move him into a coffin. Slowly, he sat up. Pushing his weight on the bed with his hands made his skin sting and his bones ache. Lorant slowly pulled his legs out of the bed and paused to get some air. He felt dizzy, his blood shifting as he tried to recover his balance enough to stand up.

“Life is exhausting,” he muttered.

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Divinatas – Sep 28, 2009 at 2:27 PM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

“If it was not a struggle, there wouldn’t be much point to living.” she replied. Autumn wanted to help him to the table, but she was sure his pride would not allow it. At least now he was well enough to stand and walk on his own two feet.

Autumn had a seat at the small table, picking up the pot of hot tea to pour in the porcelain cups that sat neatly on their saucers. The table was an intimate contrasts compared to the one in the dining room. It was small with the seats close, instead of a wooden expanse keeping it’s diners on two ends of the room. They had so many meals not even speaking that way.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Sep 29, 2009 at 2:00 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

It was painful to sit down on a chair – much less cushioned than a mattress – but Lorant kept that tidbit to himself. He moved uncomfortably and moved his hair out of his eyes. He eyed Autumm as she poured the tea and waited. He wondered if she resented doing things for him. He had observed at the house of one of his business partners how his wife resented others serving her husband so that she made sure she was the only one to serve him. The servants were always watchful not to contrary her. Lorant wondered if Autumm would ever be like that. Would he like it if she did? He was not sure. He was more accostumed to people to fear him. The downside was of course, stains.

Lorant looked at her hair. It was amazing how it seemed to blaze in the relative darkness of the room. It was his eyes, he knew it; as his eyes got better, the red of her hair dimmed. It was much brighter the night before…

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Divinatas – Oct 7, 2009 at 6:38 PM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

With tea poured for the both of them, she added cream and sugar to her own. Autumn kept her eyes on what she was doing, only briefly daring to steal the occasional glance at him. As she picked up a piece of toast to add a pat of butter, she chanced asking her request.

“If you are feeling well enough today, we could take a walk around the house. I wouldn’t want to change going outside, but getting to your feet and having your blood flow would be good for you. Perhaps I can show you some of my latest photographs in the gallery?”[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Oct 8, 2009 at 12:49 PM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant was watching her like a hawk with such intensity he had not yet taken a bite of breakfast. He didn’t add anything to his tea except a dash of salt, then drank it. Lorant rolled a halved egg into a slice of roast ham with some salt and pepper, then stabbed the roll with his fork and ate it. He didn’t eat his toast. Lorant added some olive oil and black pepper to a slice of roasted ham, put a piece of cheese in the middle of it and rolled them together to eat.

“It’s too soon for me to leave the room,” Lorant flatly said. He made another roll of cheese and ham and paused for a rather long instant.

“If you want to show me photographs, you may order the servants to bring them to this room.”

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Divinatas – Nov 4, 2009 at 7:33 PM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga]Autumn Riktophen

Autumn paused mid-sip of her tea to frown softly. “To bring everything in here would defeat the purpose of getting up and getting a bit of exercise.” There was probably not a man in this universe as stubborn as he was. Setting down the porcelain cup to add more sugar and stir, she turned her attentions to pulling pieces off her toast before popping the bits in her mouth the chew thoughtfully.

“You need to get movement to your blood, a walk inside would be good for you. It’s only across in the opposite wing and there won’t be any disturbances.” If that meant trying to chase Anastasia off with a broom, she might try it.
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Azul Morag – Nov 16, 2009 at 12:59 PM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga]Baron Lorant Riktophen

Lorant eyed her. How many photographs could she had possibly taken to make it so difficult to bring them to their room?

“The light still hurts me,” he slowly pointed out. “Sunlight would be too bright for me yet. You are being stubborn.”

Lorant sipped the remains of his salted tea. “This room is big enough; I can walk in it.”

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Categories
Misc RP Logs

[Azudia] Never Fall in Love

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Title: (Pre)BD: Never Fall In Love
Number: 792
Date: Aug 30, 2009 at 6:01 AM
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Divinatas – Aug 30, 2009 at 6:01 AM

Never Fall In Love
Samael’s Fall From Grace

It was a cold night as shadowed clouds blocked the illuminant shine of the moon overhead. Small
frosted white flakes of snow had just begun to drift down from the sky, lightly dusting the streets and
buildings with a soft blanket of the winter’s first storm. Muttering a few curt words, Samael jumped
over a frozen puddle that blocked his way on the narrow sidewalk, roughly pulling his worn brown
cloak tighter around his shoulders. A man couldn’t have wished for worse weather on this night.
Samael had made a promise to a very special lady that nothing would mar the arrangements he had
planned. Of course, Camilla would never speak an ill word about snow. Camilla loved the seasons,
from every bird that sang in the spring to every flake of crystallized water that fell in the winter.
There was not a single woman in all of London that could make Samael Norse turn his head from
his work, or a flower as sweet as his Camilla.

“Ho! Doc! Slow up, a bit!”

Samael resisted the guttural growl that threatened to escape and deemed it inappropriate to take off
in a sprint at the sound of the young man. Johnathon Morris, a good fourteen years his junior was
much like a fly constantly buzzing in his ear. If it weren’t brawls at the local slums it was ridiculous
stories of vampires or giant hell beasts with long sharp teeth and rancid breath. The Morris whelp
dressed himself in the most dandy of fashions, in Samael’s old-fashioned mindset, and yet could
drink any man under a table. More than once Samael had patched the boy up after one of his scrapes
and listened to his farfetched stories of demons walking the night. Perhaps if her were not such a
lush, Morris could have made a career of writing novels instead of constantly plaguing the doctor
with his nonsense.

Reluctantly Samael slowed his steps and stopped, turning around to face the young man whom
looked as if he had just had a nasty fight with a stray dog in the streets. An eyebrow of curiosity rose,
but he quickly brushed away all wonderment at the Morris and assumed his typical scowl. “What
perilous plight have you gotten yourself in to now, Morris? I am quite bus-”

“Have a little Faith, Doc!” Johnathon Morris beamed a wide self-satisfied grin as she shoved his
hands in to his designer stitched coat and rocked back and forth on his heels. He had the look of a
cat that had just caught the neighbor’s canary.

The corner of Samael’s eye gave a slight twitch at the sound of ‘Doc’. He detested that nickname
with a passion. “Well, spit it out. I am to meet… someone.” Though it was likely Morris knew of
Camilla either by acquaintance or by rumor, Samael did not wish to spend any longer than necessary
making explanations.

Morris only sufficed in grinning wider. “I have an amazing opportunity for you, Doc. The partner
to the greatest occultist in London- heck! The world!”

“Have you gone daft!?” Samael howled. He shook an angry finger at the young man as tendrils of
pitch black hair fell in to his eyes. “First off, the occult is a myth chattered about by bored
schoolboys and highly imaginative children. Second, I refuse to baby sit and coddle a man who has
refused to grow up and realize demons and such are mere fairy tales and spends his time boozing in
the local pub instead of working an honest profession!”

Johnathon wrinkled up his nose in mild disappointed as he removed his hands from his coat and
crossed them over his chest. “Is that a ‘no’?”

Samael motioned forward as if to strangle the younger man and Johnathon took several steps back
as he threw up his hands in defense. “Have a heart, Doc- okay alright!” When Samael didn’t stop his
advancements Johnathon scampered off down the sidewalk giving a flippant wave of his hand.
“Have it your way, Doc! When I’m an amazing occultist and you’re just some stuffy old man, don’t
come crying to me when no one remembers your name!”

Scoffing at the threat, Samael brushed errant snowflakes from his shoulder as he turned and
continued down the sidewalk. The whelp was an arrogant fool. Perhaps even if his demons and
creatures of darkness were real and true, Samael highly doubted he’d he would waste his time
partnering with a complete buffoon. A slight curve of a smile graced his lips as he imagined the boy
drunkenly fighting off a hoard of vampires. He’d likely escape with sheer luck and blindingly light
the beasts to flame and take credit as if that were his plan all along. Refusing to waste another
thought on Morris, Samael trudged on to the small manor home of his beloved Camilla.

* * * * * * * * * *

Samael stepped in to the parlor of the miniature London manor, admiring the warm old-fashioned
style of the furniture and the sweet scent of cinnamon mixed with the smell of burning embers. The
Rosewood home was a particular delight to him. Soft and feminine like it’s Lady, with small details
of her handwork spread around the house. It was so much more comfortable than the cramped rooms
of his own home, where there was little room left to walk amongst the books and trinkets that littered
the place. The elusive scent of Camilla’s perfume drifted to his nose along with the sound of coming
footsteps. He turned with a brilliant smile to greet his beloved but it quickly vanished as he saw the
look of pain in her rich brown eyes. Immediately he crossed the expanse of the room, clasping her
hands in his with a look of concern.

“Camilla, darling, what ever could be wrong?” He asked softly bringing her cold pale hands to his
lips. For a moment he thought she might’ve taken ill, and was ready to order her to bed for rest, but
she looked up in to his eyes smiling apologetically.

“Oh, my love… I am so, so sorry.” She shook her head as her voice broke, finding it difficult to say
the words. Samael was patient as he held her hands, giving a reassuring smile. Taking in a deep
breath she spoke again. “Your sister, Lucille. She has… passed on.”

A long excruciating silence followed as the seconds ticked by. So stunned by the news Samael stared
down at Camilla with a blank unreadable expression, until finally he slowly returned to the present.
“How… when?” He managed to croak out only a barely of a fraction above a whisper.

Camilla brushed a cool hand gently across his cheek. “The messenger had stopped by your home
first, and the valet instructed him you would be here.” Carefully, Camilla guided Samael towards the
soft plush sofa near the fire and bade him to sit. Soothingly she stroked his cheek and patted his
hand, watching as the dozens of emotions flittered across his face like a battered ship in a storm. “If
was some few days ago, the letter said. Cold complications…”

“Complications?!” Samael bawled loudly as he suddenly jumped from his seat with a start. “Cold
complications?! What preposterous and ill-founded assessment is that! What healthy full grown
woman dies from a cold!” With a leashed curbed anger, Samael paced back and forth in front of the
orange flames in the hearth. His eyes were glittering a bright green as he wrung his hands, a fierce
confused scowl across his face.

“Please, Samael. I could not possibly know, it is just what the letter said.” Camilla quietly replied,
worried over her beloved’s reaction to the news. Samael was not a violent man, or even a
temperamental one. He had always been like a solid reliable mountain, shielding her danger and
protecting her from pain. She wanted desperately to do the same for him in such a difficult time.

Samael’s face suddenly softened as he quit his pacing and sank back down in to the cushions of the
sofa. He brushed the golden blonde curls from Camilla’s beautiful porcelain face. Never did he want
to hurt her or have her worry. “I am sorry, dear Camilla. I did not mean to…” He sighed deeply as
he gathered her in to his arms and held her close, allowing her nearness to calm his nerves and bring
him back to reality. His sister was dead. His sweet darling Lucille, the only one left of their family
since their parents had passed away some years ago. Being a doctor, cold complications sounded like
a ridiculous unbelievable reason for one’s death. He somehow felt there was more to it than just that.
The only way he would know for sure was to go to the country and see for himself.

Placing a gentle kiss on Camilla’s forehead, he slowly loosened his embraced and looked down in
her eyes. Tonight he had planned to ask for her hand in marriage, but now… Now there were things
he needed to be sure of before he could allow himself to bring Camilla in to his troubles. He wanted
to share his life with her, but he did not want to give her his pain.

“Camilla, I must go to see my sister and attend to her funeral.” Samael lamented.

“Let me go with you, Samael. I could be ready in only a few moments.” Camilla replied with earnest,
not wanting him to be alone in his grief.

Samael slowly shook his head. “I must go alone. There is something I need to do.”

Camilla opened her rose tinted mouth to reply, but thought better of it and sighed. It was never a
simple task to change the man’s mind when he had made it up, and perhaps he did need time alone
to deal with the death of his dear sister. “Alright. But, please come back to me soon?”

He smiled sadly brushing a soft kiss across her lips. “I will. I promise.” With a last goodbye, Samael
left the peaceful Rosewood home and quickly made for the country.

* * * * * * * * * *

Rain. Cold hard gloomy smatterings of rain fell from the heavens like a torrent of tears, as if the
angels themselves were mourning the passing of one of their own. Lucille was surely like an angel
amongst mortals with such a classic beauty of the heart and soul. Samael rode in silence on his pale
chestnut mount, the rain making the roads too slick and dangerous with mud and icy slush to take
a quicker gait. All the former serenity of the snowfall had left, leaving the dismal grimy slush as the
rain came pouring down. He was soaked to the bone, but Samael could not let himself stop and rest
until he reached the home of Alfred Grottingsby. There was a detestable taste left in his mouth every
time he thought about the weasel-like man, enough to make Samael want to spit at the mere thought
of him. Slight feelings of regret tugged at the back of his mind. He had warned Lucille not to marry
the bastard, he had even had gone so far to say he’d disown her. Had he known what would have
become of his dear sister…

His horse stumbled in the muddy slush and quickly righted itself; jarring Samael from the road his
thoughts had taken him. He had warned her at least. If the silly girl chose not to listen to him, he
could not be faulted for that. Still, he loved his Lucille dearly and her death weighed heavily on him.
Lucille was a lovely young girl with hair the color of deep ebony and the same sparkling teal eyes
they inherited from their mother. There were many high society men that had asked for her hand, but
she had chosen the very one Samael forbade her against. A slight ironic smile graced his lips. Lucille
had a stubborn rebellious streak. Playing against that might’ve just been his biggest mistake.

Ahead a stone and limber cottage came in to view, Samael guided his steed on to the cobblestone
path that led up to the house. Someone inside must have noticed his arrival as he could see light and
fluttering at the windows. Reaching the front steps, Samael quickly dismounted as the front door of
the cottage swung open and slammed before his feet could hit the ground. Standing at the top of the
steps, his brother-in-law stared down at him with a deep-set scowl of disapproval. He was wearing
a ridiculously fancy lounging coat and his hair was tussled as if he had just roused himself from bed.

“What in hell are you doing here at this hour, Norse.” Alfred looked down his nose at the older man
with obvious contempt. He made no move to leave the steps or even welcome his brother by
marriage sanctuary from the weather.

Samael glared back at the man with an equally loathsome look. Had he not feared Alfred would
lower himself to coward’s standards and cry for the law, Samael would have happily leapt up the
steps and wrung his neck. “I have come to see Lucille and arrange for her funeral.”

Alfred snorted in reply. “I have taken care of everything, not that I imagined you would dare come
here after disbarring your dear sister from your life! Be gone, Norse!”

“No!” Samael called as Alfred turned his back to him and started for the door. “Don’t you dare walk
away from me, Grottingsby! I demand to see my sister! I refuse to believe such ludicrous reasons as
cold complications for her death!”

The stout man on the steps visibly paled, though it seemed he quickly regained his wits and
composure before discounting Samael’s accusations. “How dare you come here and accuse me of
such! The woman is dead let her body lay to rest!”

Samael narrowed his eyes in suspicion as he angrily ran his hands through his sodden hair. He had
not missed the pale pallor of Grottingsby skin, or the way his body suddenly tensed. “I want to see
her. Now.

With hands placed on his hips, Alfred sneered down at the older man. “You have not my permission,
Norse. And we both know that is my right as husband. Shall we bring in the constable and make a
big to-do over the dead body of dear Lucille?”

Gritting his teeth it was all Samael could do to keep from killing the man on the spot. He did not
doubt Alfred would make good on his threats, not only harming Samael, but making a mockery of
Lucille’s name. Samael could not let any harm come to his sister, even in death. With a loud
venomous growl that didn’t even come close to expressing his true anger, Samael remounted his
horse and charged his way back to London.

* * * * * * * * * *

It had been a week since Samael left London to see his deceased sister and he now returned with a
dim expression. He knew deep down, there was more to Lucille’s death than a simple cold. Alfred
had acted much too strange when questioned. Samael had hoped even Grottingsby wasn’t so cold-hearted as to not let a man see his own flesh and blood. Shouts on the street up ahead drew Samael
from his dreary thoughts. He drew his horse closer and near immediately he recognized the frantic
voice of the Morris whelp.

“What in God’s name is going on here, Morris!” Samael announced his presence rather loudly. There
were two or three unrecognizable persons milling around besides Johnathon Morris whom was
standing over a fallen form. As he dismounted and to get a better look at the injured party he sucked
in a sudden shocked breath. “Good God…”

Johnathon looked up startled at Samael, and quickly tried to explain. “A demon attacked the carriage.
I had no idea it was Camilla. God, Samael if only I had known!”

Silence!” the older man hissed as he knelt down next to the fallen body of his Camilla. He didn’t
want to hear the excuses or reasoning of the stupid Morris boy! There was blood, so much blood…
but she was breathing! Perhaps there was hope! Samael pulled her in to his arms, gently cradling her
head. Slowly Camilla opened her eyes and gave such a soft weak smile, Samael could feel his insides
churn with pain.

“My love…” she breathed no louder than a whisper, giving a wince as a sharp stab ached in her
chest. “It was such… a horrible beast. The footman is gone, and I…”

Samael shook his head. “Shush, beloved. I will make you well.” Lifting Camilla up in to his arms,
he was careful not to jostle her too badly, still unsure of the extent of her injuries. Nearby, Johnathon
Morris still lurked, silent as Samael spoke to Camilla. The Doctor paid him no mind, even leaving
his own horse behind and his walked steadfastly back towards the Rosewood manor.

Whether it was a few mere moments or near eternity to reach Camilla’s home, Samael did not know,
nor did he care as long as his love continued to breathe. He rushed up the stairs, barking orders to
the servants to bring everything he needed from hot water to bandages, to his medical equipment.
In Camilla’s chambers he laid her to rest gently on the bed. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted
Johnathon Morris still trailing close behind. “Be gone!” he ordered with controlled anger.

“But, Samael I can-”

Be gone!

Johnathon hesitated for a few moments before finally bowing out of the room, leaving Samael to
tend to Camilla in a stone cold silence.

Hours passed by as Johnathon paced downstairs in the drawing room. The sky outside was turning
shades of pale rose and orange as the sun began to rise on the horizon. Chirping birds near the
window grating on his frayed nerves. How could they be so chipper while a woman lay dying just
up the stairs? A sudden slam at the drawing room door startled him from his musing, and he turned
to see the cause. Samael Norse stood in the doorway, his jacket gone and his shirt rolled up to his
elbows stained in an obscene amount of blood. His hands were not washed, and his eyes glittered
a deep shade of green as they stared devoid of any known emotion at the young occultist.

“How is she…?” he asked solemnly.

“Dead.”

Johnathon blinked in surprise, unsure if it were the shock of Camilla’s death or Samael’s immovable
form that stunned him so. “Samael, I-”

“Save it.” The Doctor cut him off quickly, though he made to move to leave the doorway. Samael
continued to stare at the younger man, a muscle in his jaw now starting to twitch. “Tell me how this
happened. Now.”

The young Morris blinked, still stunned and unsure how to reply to the older man. Samael stood still
as a rock with a look that could surely even shake the devil if he stood before them. “Eh, I’m not
quite sure really I don’t know if I can-”

“Tell it all.”

Johnathon blinked again, taking in a deep breath of courage to steel himself. Surely the doctor
wouldn’t harm him; after all, he did his best to save Camilla. “I had been hunting the beast for a good
week now. I was following its trail when I came across it attacking a carriage. I had not known it was
Camilla’s. I had arrived late… The footman and carriage driver were already swallowed whole. I
killed the beast, but Camilla…” the boy paused. “Samael, I’m sorry. If I could have done
anything…”

“‘Could’ is your favorite excuse, isn’t it, Morris?” Samael’s eyes narrowed as he stepped a few
paces closer to Morris. Johnathon in turned took a few steps back and to the side, having that sudden
look as if he were about to flee. The doctor continued to advance until the young Morris had escaped
from the drawing room and was cornered near the front door. “All of your ranting and raving,
Morris, and it didn’t do a damned thing, did it! Were you drunk? Chasing women? Did you boast
of your skills and waste precious moments while my Camilla lay bleeding on the streets?!”

Johnathon fumbled for the doorknob and flung it open as he near catapulted himself out the front
door. Samael was following, obviously seething as his eyes flashed with anger and a small vein
bulged at his temple. “Look here, Norse, I did what I could!”

You did not do enough!” Samael roared after Johnathon as he stood in the doorframe, his hands
clenched tightly as his sides. “You did not do enough. And for that, Morris, you will pay dearly.”
With those fatal words, he slammed the door in the young man’s face.

* * * * * * * * * *

A haunted gaze peered down in to the amber liquid that swirled in slow circles in a glass. Candidly
he wondered how much pressure he could put to the crystal before it shattered in his very hands.
Samael took another long drink, emptying the contents and slamming the bottom down on the
counter with more force than necessary as her summoned the barkeep for another. One month had
passed since he lost Camilla. One agonizing month, rolling the images in his mind, second guessing,
reenacting. He cold have stayed. He could have taken her. If he had arrived sooner… Anything but
the hollow emptiness that had taken residence in the very pit of his soul.

Two men took a seat near him, though Samael paid them no mind. As the barkeep set a refilled glass
before him, he picked it up taking deep swallow half listening to their hushed conversation. He could
smell the metallic scent of blood, something he recognized being a doctor but more memorably
resurfacing the pain of the very night he wanted to forget.

“He returned to town, got one special just for him. Pays mighty good for ‘em too. Ain‘t nothing‘
killin‘ a whore or two. They ain‘t but gutter trash anyway and no one misses ‘um.” One of the men
boasted to his companion, in hushed tones. The corner of Samael’s eyebrow twitched as if some sort
of internal battle was crying out for justice, but he remained still drinking from his glass.

The second man clicked his teeth. “I still think yer mad. What you wan’ go dealing with demons I’ll
never keen. He might up and eat your guts or something’. No amount o’ of power or money is gonna
make me deal with demons, I tell you what.”

Snorting, the first replied. “One of those higher ups, arch demons. He ain’t gonna lay his teeth in no
vampire. Thinks we’re trash.” he took a long drought of beer, then wiped his face with his sleeve
before continuing. “Dun matter much, I woulda killed ‘em anyway, least this way I get me a bonus
out of it. Those prissy purebloods are gonna get a nasty surprise when I get blessed by an arch
demon!”

Samael caught himself listening more intently than he realized. Vampires? Arch demons? Had all
the ramblings of the Morris been true? Camilla had said herself with her dying breath it was a beast
that attacked her. Creatures of the underworld roaming the streets of London feeding on the innocent.
Samael had the urge kill them both, talking so idly of murder. But if they were truly vampires, he
was only a mere human. They would snap his neck with little effort. The one they mentioned caused
him some curiosity, an arch demon that granted power? What would he want in return? A soul? It
seemed like the standard request a beast of hell would ask for. Samael glared down at his glass as
his mind took an odd turn of thought. He could not save Camilla, nor could he protect his sister
Lucille. Morris spoke of being an occultist, though he had not protected Camilla either. Would that
demon grant him the power to save others and seek revenge?

Before he thought twice, being pulled by some invisible force, Samael left his chair and approached
the two men. “Who is this.. Arch demon?” he asked.

The pair had not realized someone was listening in, and neither looked willing to give away secrets
to some stranger. However, a cold glittering look in the man’s eyes had the first thinking twice. The
way he clenched his fists look too suspiciously like he would pull out a stake and stab them in the
heart if they refused. “Eh… Silvanus Nieyemer. You can uh… find him at the White Club.” He
didn’t expect the arch demon wouldn’t be too pleased at being interrupted, but the vampire guessed
with sadistic glee that the human would end up gutted for daring to approach him.

Without giving thanks or another word, Samael turned away and left the bar. He would seek out
Silvanus Nieyemer. Perhaps if he could not fill that void in his soul, he would be better off without
one at all.

* * * * * * * * * *

The White Club was one of the most prestigious men’s clubs in London. There was dining , a few
games of cards in the back, and the social elite any ladder-climber would be dying to converse with.
Samael Norse had spent very few hours in the White Club himself; The shallow topics of ones
monetary gain or the affairs of politics interested him little. Now even more so than ever. His only
objective was to seek out that demon and be rid of the shadows that were slowly eating at his heart.
At the front desk he met with some opposition. Silvanus Nieyemer was indeed at the White Club,
however he was uninterested in meeting any strangers without appointment. Even bribery did little
to sway the stout man’s mind which left Samael casually browsing the club and trying to look
inconspicuous.

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Azul Morag – Aug 30, 2009 at 6:59 AM

The White Club was a male refuge in times of change or at least most of its patrons thought so. There was a resurge in the spheres of politics about women suffrage but most men of standing considered it an idle topic; something to chatter and discuss but rarely take seriously. The White Club was off-limits for women after all, except perhaps some special entertainment shows the public eye never saw but there were rumors. The staff was all comprised of men, from the higher administratives to the lowest dishwasher. The White Club occupied more than half of the city block where it sat, with many private rooms upstairs for its most exclusive guests; some were complete apartments, others studio rooms and meeting rooms. In lower floors there were salons, a large bar, a smaller bar with a cigar room, a restaurant and several exhibit rooms where gentlements of enterprise may display their trophies as gifts for the club. The latest of such additions, a mummy brought directly from Egypt with all its artifacts and strange jars with guts reduced to dust, art and statues, even an exquisite reproduction of a mural found in the tomb was a center of attention; the explanations in small print bronze plaques were concise and knowledgable. Count Blanco also known as lord Silvanus Niemeyer was one of the best egyptologists to date. Also, a member of the club on family tradition for several generations. Lord Niemeyer was not presently at the exhibit hall where his work was being eagerly admired; he was said to be upstairs in his private apartment. He had been there all day and perhaps had left before the afternoon staff shift, but in any case he had not been seen since yesterday.

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Divinatas – Aug 31, 2009 at 6:12 AM

Samael stopped near one of the displays, casting a faint frown at all the frippery. It had probably been a year or more since he had stepped foot in to the White Club. Places like this were more the style of that fool Johnathon Morris. Still, he couldn’t help but appreciate the skill of ancient cultures in preserving remains. The fact it had been donated by Silvanus Niemeyer was a marvel in itself. Clearly the man had his hands in to many fields.

“Silvanus Niemeyer. Does he often flaunt his treasures?” Samael asked to a gentlemen nearby who had also stopped to take a look at the sarcophagus and surrounding items.

“Often? Certainly not. The man is quite private a majority of the time. This is a rare treat! I hear he will be giving a demonstration on the mummification rituals this evening.” replied the man.

Samael snorted. “Indeed. That I will want to see.”

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Azul Morag – Sep 14, 2009 at 1:02 PM

A tall man standing nearby slowly turned with a mild smile to look at Samael and his interlocutor. He was a strange man of pale skin, a chiseled face and hair so fair it was most definitely white; but the most peculiar point was his mismatching eyes, one blue and the other orange.

“I am sorry to point out, that demonstration will be private, only for the eyes of a few,” the man softly said. “Perhaps for the best; some of these things are quite unsavory. It’s easier to look at things dry and aged beyond recognition than some actual, tangible things. Do you sir,” he asked Samael, “have some sort of interest on mummification and the occult, or is it a passing fancy?”

The white-haired man of mismatched eyes was wearing a fine black suit with a vest in brown and muted gold brocade; he looked Austrian, or perhaps Swedish.

“May I introduce myself; my name is Amadeus Ritter. Who may you be, sir?”

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Divinatas – Sep 16, 2009 at 9:34 AM

[bg=#0E0F0A][so=#400C0D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1822[/imga]Samael Norse

If Samael noted anything unusual about the man’s appearance or his comments, it didn’t display across his face. He merely nodded in a slow thoughtful manner as his hands clasped behind his back.

“An acquaintance mentioned Silvanus Niemeyer’s unusual hobbies, and I found myself involved with similar interests.” he replied to the first question. “I am Doctor Samael Norse.” he offered his name, but not his hand to shake.

“I am no stranger to to cadavers, old or otherwise. Tell me, how might I catch a glimpse of this demonstration?”
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Azul Morag – Sep 16, 2009 at 11:43 AM

Amadeus smiled. It was a curious smile, half self-conceited and half gentle, almost fatherly, despite he could have been younger than Samael.

“I have freedom of pass,” Amadeus said. “If you agree, you may be my guest for the night. If after the demonstration you are still curious, I could introduce you to Niemeyer, myself. You do have an interesting… face, doctor Norse. You look like a man seeking answers to problems of a personal nature. Quite definitive problems, perhaps. Niemeyer is rather exclusive nowadays, but above all he loves to teach. If you are my guest I am positive he won’t mind your presence at the demonstration… yet I must say, he could still disagree. Please keep this in mind.”

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Divinatas – Sep 28, 2009 at 2:18 PM

[bg=#0E0F0A][so=#400C0D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1822[/imga]Samael Norse

Samael raised an eyebrow at the man’s judgment of his character and intentions. Amadeus was not far off base. He had the feeling this man had insights beyond his own understands, but it could just as easily of been paranoia. Still, he was correct. Samael wanted answers. …and solutions.

“I understand.” he replied. “If he will not speak to me, that’s of no consequence. I can seek audience elsewhere. Still, I do hope he can shed some light on my… interests. Even if only from watching this demonstration.”

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Azul Morag – Sep 30, 2009 at 10:44 AM

[bg=#9EB0B4][so=#685311][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1841[/imga]Amadeus Ritter: Asmodeus

Amadeus smiled. “I do hope you will be satisfied,” he said, narrowing his eyes like a lazy feline. Indeed, his lower eyelids rose as much as the top ones lowered. He was smiling faintly. “There is still about an hour before the demonstration begins. If you agree, we can proceed to the chamber where the demonstration will take place. It’s not in a common access area of the Club. This may sound strange, but I enjoy watching the preparations for this sort of event.”

Amadeus gave a thoughtful nod.

“Unless you prefer to dine before, but I don’t advise it.”

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Divinatas – Oct 7, 2009 at 6:34 PM

[bg=#0E0F0A][so=#400C0D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1822[/imga]Samael Norse

Samael got the impression that dining was probably the last thing he wanted to do before this demonstration. His stomach was not weak by any means, but he was unsure of what to expect.

Nodded curtly, he agreed. “No, I do not wish to dine. I find myself curious about these preparations myself. Importing artifacts from the Egyptian Desert must have been quite a feat.”[/so][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Oct 19, 2009 at 10:02 AM

[bg=#9EB0B4][so=#685311][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1904[/imga]Amadeus Ritter: Asmodeus[/color

“Money and influences alleviate most difficulties,” Amadeus replied with a smile. “I am sure in your practice you may have come across people who believe everything can be cured fast and easy as long as they hand out enough cash. I know I have come across many of such people in my lifetime.” Amadeus led the way out of the exhibition chamber and through a long lounge with a bar and comfy couches where a few gentlemen read books or engaged in conversation.

“Doctor Norse, everything in this world can be bought and sold. As all absolute truths, the principle is very simple: life and death are about exchanges. Everything has a price, whether such price is hard value or sentimental, emotional value if you will, is irrelevant to the basic principle. Translated into common speech one may say, ‘Nothing is for free.’ There is though one higher power – one Gift exclusive to mankind which can override the dynamics of life and death. That gift esteemed doctor, is Free-Will. Free will is the Gift of Man. This essentially is the power of choice. In every situation no matter how difficult or trapping it may seem, a human being always has a choice to make. Free will is absolute and exclusive to mankind. Nowadays people like to forget that.”

They were going down a wide corridor illuminated by gas lamps that led to a winding staircase that overlooked a smaller hall with a dense aroma of incense and filled with Arabian music, low and voluptuous. A woman in gauzy attire gracefully danced on a stage balancing two large scimitars. The place disappeared form view as the staircase sank further through another level and what seemed to be a library; all decor was red, dark wine, dark red oak and black; it was eerily silent. Despite there was no door between the previous space and this one, all sound and scent were gone as if they had crossed an invisible wall. Golden lamps lit the silent chamber. The walls seemed cushioned in red satin and black pins in a diamond pattern. The winding stair turned narrow but still wide enough for two men to descend side by side and changed from marble to forged iron.

“You may wonder why I tell you this. I find you interesting and I believe Niemeyer might give you audience so I want to help you. Not to spoil your road to discovery,” Amadeus’s voice was melodious and smooth like a professor’s and now richer with a kind of sarcasm, “but you will find yourself in a crossroads very soon. Every decision you take is yours and no power in heaven or hell has command over the choices you make. As long as you remember that, you will keep your dignity. Undignified people quickly fall from Niemeyer’s graces.”

“Do excuse me for boring you. Here is the door.”

Indeed, there was a door: a door that one second ago was not there at all on one of the walls. It was carved in squares and lines like many a door and asides from its strange ability to appear out of nowhere there was nothing remarkable to it.

“I have a guest,” Amadeus said to the door. “His name is Norse.”

The door opened an eye. It was nothing extraordinary either, except its unusual location; the wood seemed to ply and house it perfectly in an strange transition from wood to flesh. The eye cast Samael a head to toes look that seemed quite disdainful before closing and disappearing. At the same time, the lock clicked and the door opened.

“After you, Dr. Norse.”

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Categories
Misc RP Logs

[Diala] Derek and Chloe

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Title: DSD: Derek and Chloe
Number: 588
Date: Mar 29, 2009 at 7:38 AM
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Alarice – Mar 29, 2009 at 7:38 AM

One side … to the other side.

One side … to the other side.

In the dark blue ocean, the large ship rocked back and forth, from side to side, carrying its passengers from one end of the sea to the next. All in all, it was a beautiful picture. Its sails were out, its crew was enjoying the sun … and there was a horse and a pregnant woman bent over the side, puking.

… Ah yes, a beautiful picture indeed.

“Miss Chloe, I brought you some water,” Derek volunteered as he came up from below. In one hand, he held the cup, the other hand was under it for support. He’d adjusted to the rocking motions of the boat quickly and made it his mission to keep Chloe and Jade, the horse, as comfortable as possible. “We will have to be on the look out. The captain says to expect a storm at any moment.”

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Divinatas – Mar 29, 2009 at 8:06 AM

[bg=#0D1C0C][so=#A75D2D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1508[/imga]Chloe

Chloe had never felt so miserable in her entire life! …and she was sure Jade agreed!

This was her first experience on the sea, and it wasn’t proving to be a very nice one. It started off well enough. In fact, the sea was quite beautiful! The way the water reached out endlessly with the horizon and then met the sky. Out over the ocean for the first day was calm and relaxing. Chloe was very excited for the rest of the voyage.

And then today. It really must be the oncoming storm. Waves were pushing the boat up and down, side to side… Chloe could hardly keep herself clung to the railing instead of tilting overboard!

“Miss Chloe, I brought you some water. We will have to be on the look out. The captain says to expect a storm at any moment.” Derek said.

Chloe moved from the side to plop on the deck of the boat. She hardly trusted her legs to keep her steady and attempt to drink water at the same time. Accepting the cup, it took some concentration to balance and take a long drink! “I’m so sorry…! I just thought I would comfort Jade and then all this movement!”[/so][/bg]

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Alarice – Mar 29, 2009 at 8:17 AM

Derek crouched down beside her and smiled gently. He was glad she had accepted the water. There was always the possibility of becoming dehydrated and that wouldn’t do. He would have to find some food in a bit for her, even if it did wind up in the ocean instead of her stomach.

“On Jade’s behalf, thank you. Any comfort, no matter how small, is a welcome one.” The smile faded. “I apologize for the voyage, again. Please, believe. If there was any other, faster, more comfortable way, I would not have picked a ship or the ocean.”

Derek stood and moved over to Jade, to stroke her neck, to whisper a few things in her ears. Her ears flicked but she didn’t turn her head from the ocean. He looked over at Chloe and studied her face to see if she was feeling better–or if he’d be assisting her to lean her head over the rail again. “Miss Chloe, have you ever thought of … where you want to settle down?”

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Divinatas – Mar 29, 2009 at 8:29 AM

[bg=#0D1C0C][so=#A75D2D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1508[/imga]Chloe

Having removed all the contents of her stomach for the second time that day, the water was helping so much to settle her. A few deep breaths and that nausea passed, though the dizzyness remained. She was simply going to have to sit there and not move. Ever.

His question took her by surprise! Blinking, she thought about it for a moment. “I… haven’t really.” she admitted. Chloe glanced down at her stomach, where she was just barely showing those signs of pregnancy now. Just enough where she was having to expand the seams on her clothes so she could breathe! “I suppose where we end up is where we will have to stay.” she laughed softly. “I’m not sure if I can even afford us a place to live yet!”[/so][/bg]

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Alarice – Mar 29, 2009 at 8:36 AM

Derek left Jade’s side to return to Chloe’s with one of the blankets in his hands. He laughed softly at her suggestion about staying wherever they ended up. “You never struck me as the type to gamble, Miss Chloe. But I suppose all of life is a gamble.”

Derek made a note to check for some soup in the galley later. It was the only thing he could think of that might help to settle an unstable stomach. But Miss Chloe had also mentioned having some odd cravings earlier …

“Are you comfortable? I can look for something to help fill your stomach and give you some strength.” He had that blanket ready to drape around her shoulders or over her legs.

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Divinatas – Mar 29, 2009 at 9:11 AM

[bg=#0D1C0C][so=#A75D2D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1508[/imga]Chloe

“You really don’t have to fuss over me so. Those sailors might think I’m a run away Lady.” she said with a grin. He was so kind to her and always looked so concerned! But if he didn’t stop that fussing, he’d get himself in to a world of trouble. There had to be tons of dangers for a knight, and he wasn’t watching out for them!

There was a soft sound of thunder in the distance. Chloe turned to glance over her shoulder at the sky. That captain wasn’t kidding! Far back on the horizon there were dark ominous looking clouds starting to boil. A streak of lightning occasionally zipping through. Even Jade look disheartened by the storm clouds!

“The boat won’t sink will it?”[/so][/bg]

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Alarice – Mar 29, 2009 at 9:18 AM

Derek smiled sheepishly. It was rather hard not to give his undivided attention to Miss Chloe. He’d watched over her all this time. It was becoming natural. Somehow he would have to keep alert while doing whatever the lady needed him to do.

At the distant sound of thunder, he looked up and studied the horizon. The storm was far off but it wouldn’t take long to get here. He looked around. “I’ll take you both below, just to be safe. The captain assured me that this ship is in fine condition.” He helped her up and then took Jade’s reins.

The captain was already calling the crew up. He ordered them to their posts and made sure all the knots were tight and the ropes were strong. “C’mon, lads! Quickly now!” he bellowed as the wind grew stronger and the waves were getting bigger.

Men were scurrying on the deck as Derek, Chloe, and Jade reached below. He found them a nice corner, away from anything that might tip over or roll away. He secured the ropes around the crates and the barrels as the sky outside grew darker.

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Divinatas – Mar 30, 2009 at 2:55 AM

[bg=#0D1C0C][so=#A75D2D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1508[/imga]Chloe

Down below deck, there was no escaping the rocking movement of the boat as the waves surged rougher and rougher! All of the men had scurried above, tying down sails, moving things below deck, and making sure everyone had a secure lifeline to the boat. The storm rolled in quick. Thunder cracking with ear shattering booms and lightning casting eerie displays over the tossing ship!

By blessing of the gods, Chloe’s nausea had passed… because trying to keep herself still and not sliding from her seat was real work! Despite Derek’s reassurance, she wasn’t so faithful that the boat wouldn’t capsize with the storm. Waves were pouring over the sides of the ship, washing water down the steps and in to the chambers below decks.

“Is this a terrible time to mention that I can’t swim at all? Not even in a lake! I think this is so much deeper than a lake…”[/so][/bg]

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Alarice – Mar 30, 2009 at 3:40 AM

Derek was thoughtful for a moment after Chloe had confessed to not being able to swim. “I won’t leave your side, Miss Chloe. You have my word,” he said with a reassuring smile. He settled down beside her.

Jade was bracing herself against the side but was able to keep her balance fairly well. She made a few snorting sounds and tossed her head. But at least she hadn’t started kicking the ship yet.

“How about a story then? To get our minds off of … you know what.” He flashed a sheepish grin when he caught himself about to mention the weather.

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Divinatas – Mar 31, 2009 at 3:12 AM

[bg=#0D1C0C][so=#A75D2D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1508[/imga]Chloe

“A story does sound nice.” Chloe replied. When the ship gave another sudden lurch, her arms flung around Derek to prevent herself from sliding sideways! It was a little embarrassing and she might have even blushed, but she certainly wasn’t going to let go now!

Closing her eyes shut, she considered about a story. “A story. I like stories about knights and princesses, but you’re a knight yourself so maybe that won’t be as interesting for you…”[/so][/bg]

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Alarice – Apr 8, 2009 at 7:32 PM

Derek slipped his arms around her to keep her steady and smiled. “On the other hand, being a Knight means I’ve heard all type of stories about Knights and princesses. Let me see … ‘The Knight and the Sky Princess.’

He cleared his throat. It didn’t sound like the storm was letting up anytime soon but Jade was doing well so far. “A long time ago, a man who dreamed of being a Knight left his small village with only the clothes on his back, his father’s sword, and his trusty steed. He wanted to be a Knight like the stories of old, defending the weak, rescuing damsels, making a name that would live throughout history.

“He travelled through many lands, met many people, and had many adventures. People spoke of the time he single-handedly took down a group of ruthless outlaws who preyed on travellers, poor and rich. They whispered about how he once dove into a raging river on a stormy night to rescue a young child who’d been separated from his family. They shared tales of times when he toiled under the hot sun and bitter cold night for food and brief shelter.

“Days, weeks, months past since the man had begun his travels but he felt he was no closer to becoming a Knight than when he’d started. One night, he had a dream about a woman crying for help. He couldn’t see her face but he could tell she was frightened. She only had time to warn him of an evil dragon pillaging the lands and of the famine and drought that would result because of the dragon’s evil.

“The man awoke, confused about what the dream could mean, who the woman was, and whether he could stop a creature like an evil dragon. In the morning he continued his travels and soon came upon a desolate and barren land. He found scorched farmlands, skeletal remains of homes, bodies burnt almost beyond recognition. His horse became skittish. There was evil there but the man was certain this land and his dream were connected so he continued further.

“Soon, he came upon a mountain whose peak disappeared into the heavens. There was a cave at the base and it was there he was greeted by two pairs of glowing red eyes, so large he couldn’t begin to imagine the size of the creature they belonged to. A growling voice spoke from the darkness, demanding to know who had dared to trespass on its lands.

“The man replied that he was just a traveller and asked who the creature was and what land he was travelling on. The creature refused to give its name but the land had once been called Thyrian. Now it had no name and all who set foot on the land was doomed to death. The man asked the creature if it was by any chance an evil dragon to which the creature chuckled. The man felt a blast of hot air and saw a giant fireball coming at him. It was so large, he would never dodge it in time and shut his eyes.

“When nothing happened, he opened his eyes and found him and his horse in a beautiful garden. Flowers of every shape, color, and size were there. The air smelled of spring and life. A woman appeared in front of him, the same woman from his dream. She told him her name was Princess Norae and had once ruled over Thyrian before the evil dragon had been born and cursed her to live high in the clouds. She could never leave and could only watch as it destroyed her homeland and wreaked vengeance.

“Norae told him that the evil dragon had once been her uncle who had plotted to gain the throne by any means necessary. He was forced to resort to drastic measures when none of his other tactics worked and employed the use of the dark arts. But the dark arts are infamous for corrupting even the strongest of wills. Her uncle’s desire to rule soon turned into a desire to destroy it and cause Norae great pain and he became a dragon to achieve that end.

“Norae gave the man an ancient sword guarded by her family for many generations. It was the only thing strong enough to defeat her uncle. But she warned him that his heart must be pure or the sword would consume him as well. The man agreed and when he accepted the sword, he felt a surge of power. He felt he could take on the world.

“The princess bid him farewell but also cautioned him. ‘Power comes with a price but it also carries a burden of responsibility,’ she said before she sent him back. He found himself back in front of the cave. The creature slept, believing it had vanquished the man. It awoke as the man approached it and laughed at the man when he told him he’d come to vanquish him.

“Then the dragon stepped out of the cave as it told the man the name it had gone by as a human, of its many exploits, travels made, people met. The dragon spoke of power it had wielded and how small and insignificant that was compared to the power it wielded now, about its magnificience and its near omnipotence. The dragon declared that it could never be harmed, even by the sword it recognized in the man’s possession. It said the man was too weak to understand how to wield the sword and that it was just a decoration, a shell of its former self.

“The dragon was mighty and great. A single massive head with its two pairs of glittering red eyes. Teeth as long as the sword in the man’s grip. A body so large that the mere sight of it took the man’s breath away. It possessed wings of a span so wide, there are no measurements I can give you accurate enough. Scales as dark as night, so black it seemed to absorb the dim sunlight that shone through the bleak clouds.

“The dragon saw the man’s expression and laughed. ‘You cannot defeat me!’ it roared. ‘No one and nothing can, in this world or the next!’

“But the man stood his ground and told the dragon it would be defeated. The sword began to glow as the man spoke, as if his very conviction, his determination to save this land and its princess was giving it power. The dragon had never seen the sword react to this and knew it had to end this then and there. So he breathed fire on the man, with heat so strong it melted the earth itself.

“The man rolled out of the way and still the sword glowed. It was a fierce battle that followed, fire and claws against the sword. But finally the dragon gained the upper hand and captured the knight in a single claw. It stood on its back legs and began to laugh, so loud and strong that the land vibrated with the echo. It told the man how foolish he was, about how he was going to devour him and continue to lay waste to the land for countless years to come.

“But the man, tired and worn, told the dragon that doing the right thing was never foolish. And although the dragon believed it had the upper hand, it had just delivered itself into the man’s grasp. The dragon’s eyes grew wide as the man raised the sword and plunged it deep into its heart.

“The dragon dropped the man and the man rolled. He recovered in time to watch the dragon as it roared and turned into stone with the sword sheathed in its heart. There was a rumbling. The sky parted and the sun shone, the bleak landscape became blanketed in green grass and flowers. Most amazing of all, the mountain cave the dragon had dwelled in became a magnificent castle that shone white in the sun with the tallest towers the man had ever seen.

“The castle gate opened and Norae stepped out. She kissed him and thanked him for all the good he had done, and told him that she could grant him a single wish. The man smiled but he didn’t ask for wealth or fame or anything a man would be tempted to ask for.

“‘All I ask, Your Highness, is to become a Knight,’ he said. The Princess smiled and asked him to kneel. She knighted him then, even without a sword and the two of them lived happily ever after.

“… But not before the newly turned Knight had a few more great adventures,” Derek finished with a grin.

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Divinatas – Apr 19, 2009 at 8:54 PM

[bg=#0D1C0C][so=#A75D2D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1508[/imga]Chloe

Chloe found herself enchanted with the story and that gentle tone of Derek’s voice as he told it. It was easy to be wrapped up in the words of the tale, forgetting about the constant rocking of the boat and the roar of thunder from outside.

“That’s amazing. I wonder how many stories like that may actually be true..?” she asked, with curiosity.

The sound of footsteps approaching made her pause. One of the sailors, soaked to the bone and pretty unhappy about had come down to give them news. “The storm has settled and we’re approachn’ an island. Capn’ is gonna dock us to supply up and repair the damages, so we’ll be spendin’ the night on land. Get to stretch yer legs a bit.”

The storm had stopped! With Derek’s story, she hadn’t even realized it. She cast him a smile. “You’re a very good distracter.”[/so][/bg]

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Alarice – Apr 21, 2009 at 5:46 PM

Derek nodded and thanked the sailor who quickly returned above. He gave Chloe a sheepish grin and scratched the back of his head. “Thank you, Miss Chloe. It always helps to have an attentive audience.” He glanced up. “Isn’t that right, Jade?”

Jade snorted and pawed the floor.

Derek ran his fingers through his hair. “Looks like Jade is in a hurry to get up there and get some fresh air.” He shifted and released Chloe to stand. “Will you join us, Miss Chloe?” He bent forward, one hand on a knee and the other hand to her.

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Divinatas – Apr 21, 2009 at 6:26 PM

[bg=#0D1C0C][so=#A75D2D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1508[/imga]Chloe

There was no way she could say no to that. Chloe accepted his hand, pulling herself to her feet and brushing the folds of her skirt to straighten them again. She was feeling worlds better now without that queasy feeling and waves of dizzyness! She waited until he had Jade ready and left with them both to the top deck.

Outside, the storm clouds were leaving in the distance and the ship was already moving up towards the dock of a small looking port village. Sailors were running in every which direction, so Chloe made sure to stay near Derek and Jade, out of anyone’s way.

The village was small, but it was busy! They were already several other ships docked, possibly other boats trying to get repairs and stock after the storm at sea. When the ship was finally tied down and the anchor dropped, many of the sailors were begging their captain for a night’s rest and play before they got back to work.

Chloe was chewing on her bottom lip, mentally counting how much coin she had stashed away. “Do you think we could get away with a nice room for the night…? I really would like a real bath.”[/so][/bg]

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Alarice – Apr 21, 2009 at 6:57 PM

Derek patted Jade’s neck. The poor mare needed a nice cleaning and a lot of brushing. It was hard to get the burrs out when your horse wasn’t feeling too well in the first place. “You’re doing great, Jade. Thanks.”

Derek turned and was thoughtful for a moment. “If I need to, I’ll work for room and board, Miss Chloe. It’d be good to stretch my legs and exercise a bit.” Personally he never carried much coin with him. Those who tried to steal from him quickly learned that it’s not how much coin a knight is carrying … but how he uses the weapons he is.

The captain walked over to them. “I s’pose you and your lady will be going ashore as well.”

He nodded. “Yes, captain. How long will it take to repair and resupply the ship?”

“Eh.” The captain scratched his scraggly chin. “Shouldn’t be more than a night, I say. Come back by first light and I can tell ye for sure.”

“Of course.” Derek inclined his head. “Thank you, Captain.”

The knight took Jade’s reins and escorted Chloe off of the ship. Things were busy on the dock but fortunately, it didn’t take them long to weave through the crowd and the bustle. He kept an eye out for a nice inn for them to stay at.

Some children were kicking a small bag around, trying to keep it in the air not too far from them. Carts drawn by horses passed by. There was a lot of shouting by people trying to sell all sorts of fish and food.

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Divinatas – Apr 23, 2009 at 6:09 PM

[bg=#0D1C0C][so=#A75D2D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1508[/imga]Chloe

It was so nice to walk on solid land again! Chloe decided she definitely wasn’t the sailing type, despite how beautiful the ocean was. She was happier admiring it from the safety of solid earth! The coastal village was vibrant with all kinds of people. Something she hadn’t seen in awhile. Always being on the road and traveling sometimes made you miss being around people.

Chloe stopped for a moment at a vendor, buying a few fresh apples. It would be a sweet treat for them, and one even saved for Jade. A friendly conversation with the women brought a good suggestion for an Inn. A place owned by a pair of older brothers and boasting very comfortable rooms for a Lady and her Husband! Chloe had blushed red, but she didn’t correct the woman’s assumptions!

“Maybe I should find a job too. You do so much already. A vacation for you and Jade might be a very nice idea!” she suggested, pointing down the street towards the Inn.[/so][/bg]

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Alarice – Apr 27, 2009 at 4:25 PM

Derek smiled. “We appreciate it, Miss Chloe. I guess I can’t stand in your way if you truly want to help …” He tilted his head slightly at her. He didn’t want her to strain herself but when a woman put her mind to something, you couldn’t stop her. He wasn’t the type to force anything on a woman but he was still concerned about her.

Jade sniffed the apple Chloe held out to her then bit into it. Her stomach must have felt a lot better now that they were on solid ground. She made it disappear in no time at all. She neighed softly and nuzzled Chloe’s hand.

“Feeling better, I see, Jade,” Derek said with a grin. He patted her neck. “Let’s go see this inn, Miss Chloe. Maybe they’ll have some jobs we can do. Or we might even hear about a job or two along the way,” he suggested. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “It’s strange. This place. It looks like it hasn’t been touched by the way. Gorawen and Difrod feel like a whole different time, an entirely different world.”

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Divinatas – Apr 28, 2009 at 11:43 PM

[bg=#0D1C0C][so=#A75D2D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1508[/imga]Chloe

Chewing on her bottom lip, Chloe tried to repress that guilt she felt over keeping Derek away from his own duties. When she had the chance, she would ask people about dragons, Gorawen and Difrod, but she had yet to hear anything that might be useful for Derek. Sometimes she thought she might be selfish for keeping him like this, yet she couldn’t imagine how she would have gotten along without him!

The Inn was not that far, so while Derek took care of Jade, Chloe stepped inside to ask about a room. It was a fine Inn indeed, to even have cojoined rooms available! To spare Derek from what she would hope to be a long bath, she made sure to get the two rooms. As for work, she could help with the Inn’s laundry, but they didn’t seem to have anything else available themselves.

With keys in hand, she dashed outside to meet Derek at the stables. Chloe jangled the two keys! “Joined rooms! They are really nice! The keeper didn’t really have any jobs besides Laundry, and I can take care of that.”

~Meanwhile~

On the edge of town road in several men on fine looking horses. Their armor was unmarked, but by the look of them they were working for someone important. The head of the group dismounted when they stopped near a tavern. One he frequented every time he came to town. Raven black hair, with a pointed goatee, he frowned as someone dashed down the street to meet him.

“Sir! I have some ne-”

“Not now. Unless the shipment arrived two days early, I don’t care what you have to say.” he started up the tavern steps.

“But sir, that woman you were looking for is in town..!”

He stopped suddenly, turning around on the steps. “I’m listening.”[/so][/bg]

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Alarice – Apr 30, 2009 at 3:42 AM

Derek watched Chloe walk into the Inn to ask for rooms and jobs. He asked a boy who was carrying a bucket of water from the back where the stables were and thanked him for the directions. There was a wide alley that led to the back, well-kept and free of debris and then an open gate.

He walked into a small courtyard with a few stone benches set around a large oak tree. There were bushes planted along the fence and walls. At the back of the courtyard were the stables. He led his horse down the worn path that led from the gate to the stable doors. The last thing he wanted was to call down the wrath of whoever watched over and cared for the courtyard here.

The stables smelled of hay, horse, and, of course, manure. There were several stalls on either side and Derek took Jade to the first empty stall he came to. He preferred her to be as close to the doors as possible. It made for a quick exit when necessary. He also took notes of where everything was located, from the hay to the brushes and shovels. He took the saddle and reins off of Jade and placed them to the side.

“You must be tired of that by now,” he told her. There were only about a handful of horses in the stables so it was pretty quiet while he took care of her. He was in the middle of giving Jade a bath when Chloe walked in.

“Joined rooms! They are really nice! The keeper didn’t really have any jobs besides Laundry, and I can take care of that.”

Derek looked up at the sound of keys and smiled. “That’s great, Miss Chloe. I’ll ask around later if anyone else has some jobs. It’s not that I don’t appreciate what you’re doing, Miss Chloe,” he quickly added. The last thing he wanted to do was offend her in anyway. “But if we can earn some coin for the travels, it’s worth a shot, right?”

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Divinatas – May 20, 2009 at 4:16 AM

[bg=#0D1C0C][so=#A75D2D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1508[/imga]Chloe

After giving Derek his key and making sure he knew which room was theirs, Chloe let him tend to Jade and leave to find temporary work. She had her own chores to do for the Inn!

Laundry duty for the Inn was very simple. All of the bedsheets, bath linens, and occasionally even the clothing for the more upscale guests were sent out to the back for the laundry. Doing the wash was time consuming, and hard work… but it was relaxing! As she scrubbed stains from fabrics, she thought about random things. Nothing ever particularly important, but pleasant all the same.

Lurking not so far away, peeking around a corner was tall but chunky fellow with a twisty mustache. Just below him was a shorter man with an almost shiny bald head. “No one is ‘ere, let’s get ‘er.” said the taller man.

“Hold on a minute, we have to make sure that knight isn’t around.” replied the shorter.

The taller one snorted. “‘e’s not. Gar and ‘is men followed ‘im out to make sure ‘e ain’t never coming back.”

Looking around once again, the shorter nodded. Both men snuck out from their hiding place and approached silently! The woman was humming some random song and hanging up a large sheet on the drying line. She hadn’t noticed anyone drawing near until a shadow cast on the other side of the sheet. By then, it was too late! Pouncing, sheet, woman and all, she was wrapped up and thrown over the taller man’s shoulder in a second! When she gave a muffled scream, he gave her a good bounce.

“Don’t jostle her too much, the boss wants her whole!” the shorter, bald man complained as they took their captive off where the bossman wanted her!

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Categories
Misc RP Logs

[Diala] Living With Hexes

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Title: Living with Hexes.
Number: 100
Date: Jun 30, 2008 at 4:16 AM
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Divinatas – Jun 30, 2008 at 4:16 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=164]Brandy James

Sunset City. It was a dry dusty place. Large enough to be called a city, but small enough that those folks out on the coasts would laugh about it’s size. Most people lived out on their own properties around the downtown, while the business owners usually kept house in their buildings. There was a couple Inns, saloons, the grocers, the tailor, barber, and blacksmith. The whore house, the school, the church, townhall and prison. It was just like every other town out in the midwest.

Except it was hexed.

Cursed, hexed, black magicked, doomed, purgatory, hell. There were a lot of names the folks of Sunset called their home, and none of them were pleasant. It wasn’t always hexed. But one day people found that once they entered the city line, they couldn’t walk back out again. Anybody dumb enough to try usually ended up plopped in the middle of the swamp with a few leeches stuck to their behind. Suffice to say, no one bothered trying anymore and when a new comer showed up, everyone just rolled their eyes and thought “Here we go again.”

Today was another ‘normal’ day in Sunset. The ghost wagon just paraded down the street being chased by the zombie bandits, another newcomer just got back from their trip to the swamp, and old man Harvey was stomping around out in his long-johns once again looking for his damned cat.

Brandy was at the bar cleaning the glasses like she always did, preparing for the evening rush. Not that she was expecting many to come in to her saloon today. That jackass over at the Dusty Bucket was offering up free first drinks to the “living” and banning everybody else. She had no qualms about serving the dead, but the dead rarely had cash.

“He’s gnawing his leg off again.” Brandy muttered, casting a quick look over at the animal skeleton on the floor. She wasn’t sure if it was a dog or a wolf skeleton, but the damned thing was always trying to eat itelf.
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Alarice – Jun 30, 2008 at 4:32 AM

Walker

Pick up the glass. Study it. Swirl the contents around just so. Gradually stop. Swirl the contents in the opposite direction. Study the contents some more …

“He’s gnawing his leg off again.”

The black gloves stopped moving the glass around in a circular motion and put it down on the bar. The stool where the “invisible man” sat turned in the direction of the skeleton. He leaned forward and gently bopped the wolf-dog skeleton on the nose. That caught the skeleton’s attention long enough for it to stop and look up. One glove held up one finger and shook it back and forth in a “No” gesture. From out of nowhere, the other glove reached into thin air or what might have been an invisible jacket and pulled out an old bone.

The wolf-dog began to thump its tail against the floor, jaw opened and what would’ve been a tongue hanging out. The glove tossed the bone to it. The skeleton caught it with practiced ease and immediately began to gnaw on the bone.

The stool turned to face back to the bar. The gloves picked up the glass and examined the contents again. Walker would have thanked Brandy for letting him know but he thought against it. She might think he was trying to order another drink and then they’d both get frustrated: him with trying to make her understand and her with trying to understand him.

Life as an invisible man was tough.

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Divinatas – Jun 30, 2008 at 4:58 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=164]Brandy James

Brandy always wanted to ask where he got that weird dog, but she learned real quick that asking a pair of gloves a complicated questions was a real headache. She learned when he wanted a drink, when he wanted some dinner, and when he wanted to wring someone’s neck. She could even tell what sort of mood he was in. But beyond that, it was a frustration she could do without.

In through the doors came Harvey, still in his underwear as he plopped down on to the stool next to the gloves. “Whiskey. Or do I want tequila? No, no, whiskey. Mr. Whiskers likes the whiskey.” he ordered, before looking at the gloves. “Good gravy, are they in here again? What do a couple of gloves want with human foods anyway? They ain’t got no stomach!”

“That’s a good question, Harvey. You should think about it and tell me when you figure it out.” Brandy poured him a shot of the whiskey and set it down on the bar in front of him. Why would his cat care what he’s drinking?

“I dun figured it out, woman. Them gloves are gonna float around here looking for the right victim to seek revenge on. Y’know strangle a man and all.” Harvey drank down his whiskey and held up a finger for one more.

Brandy poured another shot. “Did you ever think that maybe they’re attached to a man that prolly ain’t too pleased to hear you goin’ on about him while he’s sitting there right?”

Harvey snorted. “That’s a right stupid idea! Why would a man be sitting there with just his gloves on! Even an invisible man wouldn’t wanna sit there naked!” He downed his second shot before dropping some coins on the bar. “Ain’t got no sense in your brains, woman.”

Brandy blinked. Well, the old man did bring up a good question. She took a look at them gloves and the invisible one to wear them. “Naw, he couldn’t be naked. Where would he put his money and dog treats?”
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Alarice – Jun 30, 2008 at 3:33 PM

Walker

One glove kept swirling the contents in the glass. The other lay on the bar and began to drum. If it had been at all possible, he would’ve had pointed out that he was sitting right here and listening to every word. Even written it out or used Morse code. Even sign language for crying out loud … If any of that worked, that is.

Walker would’ve found Harvey’s theory about his gloves strangling someone preposterous … if not for the given circumstances. In Sunset City anything was possible–except escape. The glove stopped swirling the glass and tipped it up. The dark rum went down nice and hard but at least he could savor it while it traveled.

From outside came the all-too-familiar voice of man shrieking his heart out. “Repent! Repent all ye sinners! Repent for God’s judgment have been passed upon thee! The dead and the damned walk side by side with the living! We have been cursed! And none can save thee but the Lord Himself! Repent! Repent all ye sinners!”

The glove put the empty glass down and slipped into thin air to produce a pocket-watch on a chain. The glove opened the cover with a thumb and studied the time before closing the cover and putting the watch away. Thirty minutes since the last time he’d preached. Like clockwork.

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Divinatas – Jul 1, 2008 at 2:29 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=164]Brandy James

“That dag blamed preacher is at it again!” said Harvey before he could elaborate on his glove theories. Before anyone could stop him (not that anyone would bother), he tossed his coins on the bar and was already stomping outside. There was a loudly shouted “WHAT THE DICKENS YOU OLD FRAUD!” followed by choked sputtering, and what might’ve been the lord’s prayer mingled with curse words!

Brandy shook her head as she scooped the coins off the bar and dropped them in to her pocket. “Another exciting day in Sunset.” she muttered, returning to her glass cleaning.

“HELL’S CREATURES ARE SERVED IN THAT SALOON! NOT LIKE THE GOOD GOD FEARING DUSTY BUCKET!” bellowed the preacher.

“Why the hell is that old man pointing at my window?” she said out loud with a scowl. There he was waving his damned bible and pointing at her saloon like the damned place was on fire.

“MR. WHISKERS DRINKS THERE SO IT AIN’T NO HELL HOLE!” replied Harvey, who didn’t have a single problem with matching the preacher’s shouting.

“Oh hells, don’t tell him the cat comes in here.” Brandy hissed to herself. It was too late. Harvey now how the preacher going on another preachin’ tangent. False gods, devil’s creatures, satan’s children… and pointing at her damned window! What the hell! Brandy threw down her towel and set down her glass, to round the bar and stomp outside.

“What’s your problem, Preacher?! If you’ve got one with me you better spill it now to my face instead of marching around out here scaring my customers away.”

The Preacher puffed himself up to his most high and mighty expression! “Only warding my flock away from the pits of hell, Ms. James. Seeing as how you’re serving the very creatures of the devil, I’d say anyone who stops by here is flirting with Satan himself!”

Brandy blinked. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh or shoot the man. “…I’m not above shootin’ a crazy preacher, so unless you want me to march back in the and get my gun, you better waltz on down the street.”

“I tried to tell ’em, Brandy. Whiskers wouldn’t be going to a devil’s den, but he’s a damned fool and won’t listen.” chimed in Harvey.

“Harvey, please don’t help.”

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Alarice – Jul 1, 2008 at 3:42 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=169]Walker

Business as usual, Walker thought as he saw Harvey leave followed by Brandy. He snickered softly, although no sound came out. That preacher was always running his mouth off. It was too bad they couldn’t have gotten rid of him before this whole hex thing started. But maybe Hell wouldn’t be Hell if one didn’t have an annoying fly buzzing around.

Walker heard the commotion outside. It looked like things were getting out of hand. And who better to lend a hand than a pair of gloves? The wolf-dog skeleton lifted its head from the floor and looked up as the stool turned and the gloves went floating toward the door.

“I tried to tell ’em, Brandy. Whiskers wouldn’t be going to a devil’s den, but he’s a damned fool and won’t listen.”

“Harvey, please don’t help.”

Walker stayed just outside the door and watched. The preacher’s vein was popping out of his forehead again. He was going to get a damn heatstroke, sweating and exhausting himself like that. One glove disappeared into thin air and reappeared–with a throwing knife between thumb and pointer finger.

Ready … aim … fire!

CHINK! The preacher suddenly broke off from what he was saying to look at the throwing knife embedded in his bible. “What in the name of Jesus?!” he muttered and began looking around wildly, temporarily forgetting about Harvey and Brandy. “What heathen dares to desecrate the Lord’s sacred words made print?! Who! Who among you!”

The preacher pulled the knife out of the bible and threw it on the ground. Then it spit on it. Not very preacher-like in Walker’s opinion. Not very sanitary either. “This.” He shook his finger at Brandy and then at Harvey. “This isn’t over. Mark my words.

Then he stalked off to the Dusty Bucket.[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 1, 2008 at 5:52 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=164]Brandy James

Oh boy. Just her luck, threatened by a preacher. You’d think that wasn’t nothing to worry about, but she was pretty sure his vengeance would come in the form of good old fashioned burning things down. That’s the way them holy types liked dealing with sinners.

“Did you have to bring up that damned cat, Harvey?” she complained at the old man, leaning over to snatch up the knife. “You coulda left my saloon out of it too!”

Harvey scratched his head. “He was already moanin’ about the place, woman. Reckon your saloon can take care of itself, throwin’ knives at people at all. I better find Mr. Whiskers and make sure he ain’t gettin’ harassed.” He was already shuffling down the dirt road hollering for his cat again.

Brandy trotted back towards her saloon, waving the knife at the pair of gloves as she walked past them. “This is mine now. You’ve might’ve very well got me in a whole lot of trouble.” She stopped half way inside, eying the new body sitting in one of the stools. They hadn’t come in from the front door, which meant they came in by other means. She just sighed as she returned behind the bar.

“Alright, what’ll it be?” She blinked when it moaned ‘braaaains’. “I don’t serve brains here, you want some hash and sausage instead?” The body nodded it’s head jerkily up and down. Brandy sighed as she disappeared back in to the kitchen, still talking to anybody that was listening! “Zombies for dinner. At least he don’t have any horns. I’m gonna be lucky if I even wake up alive tomorrow morning!”

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Alarice – Jul 3, 2008 at 7:23 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=169]Walker

Well, there went another throwing knife. He couldn’t remember how long ago but he’d thrown one knife at an extremely rude patron. Sure, it had missed the man’s nose by a mere hair but the point was that he had missed. Unfortunately Brandy hadn’t seen it that way and vowed that from that moment on, anything else he threw, be it throwing knife or his skeletal canine. Apparently she had meant it.

Walker looked out at the street again before heading back inside. Brandy was gone but there was a new guy on one of the empty stools who kept muttering brains over and over.[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 4, 2008 at 1:25 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=164]Brandy James

The zombie at the bar turned to look at Walker. Not that the zombie could actually see anything, but it was still staring in the direction of the hovering gloves. It moaned for brains again reaching out it’s hands.

Brandy came out from the back a plate in her hands, pausing only a second to blink incredulously at the zombie reaching out to (what she assumed) grab and eat the brains of the invisible stranger. She dropped the plate in front of the zombie. “Here. Better than brains.”

The zombie turned back towards the plate, eying it’s content carefully before picking up a spoon and scooping some in to it’s mouth. It seemed to be placated for the time being, as it stopped moaning for brains and just ate it’s dinner.

Blowing her hair out of her eyes, she picked that throwing knife out of her pocket and polished it with her towel. She was clearly doing it on purpose as she stood behind the bar in front of his usual spot, admiring it between polishes. “Now I’ve got a little collection going.” Brandy imagined it’d be as easy as pie for him to get it back along with the other, seeing as how he could lurk around with her being none the wiser, but he always seemed to tolerate her teasing.

“AUNTIE BRANDY!” bellowed a young voice from the door, as a sandy blond and unusually scrawny little boy came leaping in, situating himself in a stool between the zombie and the gloves. “Wow a zombie. I didn’t know they ate eggs.” he blinked, before beaming a great big smile and setting a huge pouch on the bar. “I got the biggest stash ever and I don’t want moms to find it, can I keep it here, please, please, please, please?”

Brandy couldn’t help but smile back as she set that throwing knife under the bar and leaned closer to the pouch. “Depends on what’s in it. If it’s alive or undead, I don’t want it.”

He laughed hysterically. “Ahahahaha! You’re hilarious, Auntie! It’s my witch rock! Those stones that crazy swamp hag keeps throwing at people that get on her property. I go and pick ’em up and I sell them to those dumb newbies that come to town. Moms dun want them around cause she says they’re cursed and all, but they’re really just rocks or I’d have warts and my butt would fall off or something by now.”

“Jesus Christ, Tim. You’re an creative little brat aren’t cha.” It’s no wonder his mother hated the idea, she was a uppity little bi-

“Timothy James! What are you doing in this awful saloon!” Speak of the devil. A pretty sunshiny little blond in a bright yellow dress and lacy parasol stepped in through the doors looking around distastefully. “Goodness, Brandy. This place is… Well, Oh, you look …healthy… at least.”

Brandy slowly took Tim’s pouch off the bar and stashed it carefully underneath. She placed her hands on the edge, lightly tapping her fingertips on the old wood. “You’re a vision of loveliness as always, Samantha. Tim was just saying hello.”

Samantha smiled sugary sweet, twisting the parasol in her hands. “Thank you, sweetie. All this volunteer work I’ve been doing and taking care of my family agrees with me! I’m sure if Justin was here today he’d be pleased as pie! Oh.. I guess I shouldn’t mention my brother. Since he died everything just sort of went downhill for you didn’t it?”

Tap, tap, tap of her fingers. Would Tim get mad if she dug out one of his rocks and stoned his mother? Brandy was sure the woman just stopped by to be obnoxious. “Hey Samantha, would you like to meet my new friend? He’s interested in a woman with brains.”
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Misc RP Logs

[Diala] The Cards we are Dealt

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Title: The Cards We Are Dealt: Finding Ones Place!
Number: 646
Date: Apr 29, 2009 at 3:23 AM
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Divinatas – Apr 29, 2009 at 3:23 AM

[bg=#181609][do=#846749][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1514[/imga]Caroline

“Why are we here again? There’s witches, wolves, and demons everywhere.”

“It is New York. What do they call it, America’s Melting Pot?”

“How is anyone supposed to do anything in this city with all of this chaos going on. That critter just got himself killed there. And look, what is that witch doing casting like that in public? Don’t get me started on the demons.”

A soft laugh. “Demons like myself, Alistair? Or are we speaking of the unfriendly type?” High in the sky, sitting on the rooftop of a building, she sat. Her legs were crossed, dangling off the side. In her hands was a china tea cup. Though it was raining, not a dropped touched her immaculate clothing. Navy blue thigh length jacket, a mocha-cream silk blouse and corduroy pants in the same soft brown as the tea she was drinking. Her raven black hair was swept up on top of her head in a messy loop. Of everything, it was her feet that stood out. She wasn’t wearing any shoes. Just bare feet with toenails painted a shimmery copper.

“I don’t mean you, as foul as you are. At least you have st- Damn it. There’s a vampire too. This city sucks– and that was not an intentional pun! Screw this, I am going to get something to eat.” Flapflapflap! The body that belonged to the voice appeared as it leaped off the edge of the building. A bat, small and black flew off in to the rain. That was all he was.

Caroline leaned, glancing downwards where Alistair was last spying. She frowned. A vampire feeding on some pour drunken soul. There were many unusual things, possibly more important things, for her to turn her attentions to. But this one had a strange aura. The cup in her hands vanishes, as well as her invisible roof. Rising to her feet, she took a few mere steps right off the edge of the building.

Caroline landed softly and silently in the alley. “Did you ask for that dinner…?”
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Alarice – Apr 29, 2009 at 3:51 AM

Slurp! CRRRUNCCHH!! SSSLLUURRRPPP!!

He leaned over the body he clutched tightly, long black hair falling over his face. He was hungry, so hungry! His stomach was beginning to unclench and color was stealing back into his cheeks. The human he held had gone silent, still awhile ago. The body was getting cold. And still he drunk.

He lifted his head only to run his tongue over his fangs. He reached out to grab the man’s hand, pulled his arm toward him and sunk his fangs into his wrist. It was there he drunk even more of the sweet wine that was hiding from him. He did the same to the other wrist until he was absolutely sure the body was drained.

“Did you ask for that dinner…?”

Red eyes glowed in the darkness and watched the woman like a wild animal caught in a corner. The wounds on his back and chest were nearly gone now. They had been so deep, so serious that a mere mortal would have already died. But he couldn’t remember how he’d gotten them or why he was out here. All he knew was that he was hungry and the human’s blood …

Mmm … The blood …

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Divinatas – Apr 29, 2009 at 4:21 AM

[bg=#181609][do=#846749][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1514[/imga]Caroline

This was different. No witty remarks? Arrogant threats? That was all vampires liked to throw out these days. Her frown turned to a scowl, as she glanced from the vampire to the human. Dead. Sucked dry to the bones. Moving her hand slowly to push back her jacket and reach for a knife, this creature was still behaving curiously. Running on instinct like a wild animal and nothing else.

Caroline was thankful that Alistair flew off. This would be another one of those why don’t you just kill it conversations. She couldn’t do that. She had to know first. So often things weren’t what they seemed.

Still there was a familiar aura that hinted towards something dangerous. Someone to beware.

“Hey.” she snapped her fingers with her other hand, trying to catch his attention again. “There’s nothing left. And there won’t be another. You don’t belong here.”
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Alarice – Apr 29, 2009 at 2:11 PM

His fangs were disappearing. He licked his lips. He wore a shirt, jeans, a long coat that reached down to his ankles. The rips and tears in them were the only things that showed he’d been injured at all. He was barefoot but he didn’t feel the cold.

SNAP. He clenched his teeth and winced as if he’d been struck. The red eyes faded to dark gray and focused on the woman. He could tell she was different. He looked ready to lunge at her but then something drew him back–and he raced out of the alley instead!

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Divinatas – Apr 29, 2009 at 5:36 PM

[bg=#181609][do=#846749][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1514[/imga]Caroline

“Why do they always run.” she muttered under her breath.

In an instant she sprang forward for the chase. He was quick! Quicker than she would have expected for one seemingly starved. Which meant he was a strong one. Very strong, and very unusual.

The small black bat had returned flapping furiously to keep up with her. “There wouldn’t be any chasing if you just would have killed him!” complained Alistair, puffing between breaths.

It was true. The vampire had gone feral. Caroline could have killed him in an instant with any quick motion before he had even dropped that poor dry human. Been done with it and off to figure out what was going on in this city. ‘But mistakes are made on judging ones actions instead of their motives…’

But she couldn’t very well chase him across the city. As soon as there was a moment out of human sight, she was drawing coal grey ribbons out of her coat pockets. Swinging them out, they darted towards him like wisps of solid shadow to wrap around the vampire! She jerked![/do][/bg]

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Alarice – Apr 29, 2009 at 5:49 PM

The vampire was almost free! If he could just get–

Something wrapped around his legs and he fell with a thud! His jaw slammed against the concrete but he quickly turned to see that woman holding it. He hissed at her and struggled. His fingernails had lengthened into claws and now he tried to use them to gain some kind of hold, to pull himself away.

In the depths of his mind, a thought formed. “Leave me alone,” he growled, baring fangs and struggling. He had to get free. He had to–He had to do something. Something really important! He slashed at those ribbons, kicked at them, pulled and fought for all he was worth!

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Divinatas – Apr 29, 2009 at 5:59 PM

[bg=#181609][do=#846749][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1514[/imga]Caroline

Caroline grit her teeth and pulled tight! If this was a precursor to what he’d be like at full strength, that would be one hell of a fight!

Alistair landed on her shoulder, grumbling out a few unintelligible words. “What a waste of time.”

“Not now.” she muttered, giving her shadow ribbons another sharp jerk. He could fight but he wasn’t. This was enough to keep him alive. For now.

“I am not going to kill you – if you hold still and talk to me. However, there are other things in this city and you are drawing attention. Run and you will be chased. And I can promise I will be the least of your concern.”
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Alarice – Apr 29, 2009 at 6:09 PM

The vampire growled. He had no reason to trust her! She could be an enemy! His enemy! She could be plotting to hurt him even while she spoke! His eyes narrowed into slits. But he couldn’t get free. Not with these things keeping him down. He didn’t know what sort of weapon this was but anything that restricted him was dangerous. He needed to get free.

The vampire stopped struggling but he was still wary. Much like a wild animal, he looked just as ready to bite off your hand as accept a handshake. His body was tense, ready to spring into action. “Free me first,” he growled.

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Divinatas – Apr 29, 2009 at 6:26 PM

[bg=#181609][do=#846749][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1514[/imga]Caroline

Caroline paused for a moment, waiting for him to calm enough to stop struggling, before she wrapped the ends of the ribbon around her wrist and slowly moved forward. Being as wary as he was (one doesn’t catch a wild animal and assume he’ll play nice) she wasn’t letting him loose just yet.

“And let you run away the moment I do? I think this well be fine.” Caroline stopped when she was within an arm’s reach, and examined him. Just by the shape of his clothes and the wounds that still lingered, though as faint as they were… He was in one hell of a fight. Something that might have killed him. Maybe it did? His behavior wasn’t normal.

“You are far too curious.” hissed the bat on her shoulder. He was regarding the vampire much like one would look down at some vermin crawling across the floor. “You vampire! How many people have you slaughtered so she can be done with you and I can have a more entertaining evening!”

FLICK! Caroline brushed the loud little beast off her shoulder with mild annoyance, but her grip on those ribbons hadn’t changed. “I am interested to know what you are running from. Your name. Who you are. Why should I let you go? You devoured that human without a second thought. You have a power, you are dangerous… Who might you kill if I let you free?” It was as much as a question as a statement.
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Alarice – Apr 29, 2009 at 6:47 PM

The vampire bared his fangs at the bat before it got brushed away. It was annoying. He didn’t like annoyances. It distracted him and left him open to attack. Annoyances, like any other threat, had to be taken out. He pulled at the ribbons, testing its strength but of course, it was still taut and that meant he could not get free just yet.

The vampire looked up at the woman and glared. “Stop your incessant questions,” he demanded. “I do not need to answer of these. Let me free.” He pulled at the ribbons again, tried to break them! He refused to allow the woman to know he knew far less than she did about him!

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Meanwhile, a foot nudged the husk of the human the vampire had fed on. There was a sound of disgust. “Worthless. That human owed me fifty bucks and his soul. How the hell am I supposed to collect now?” someone whined.

“Oh, shut up. You didn’t even want his soul anyways. You said so yourself,” someone else growled. “Baul, what are you sniffing at? Get away from that.”

Baul, the four foot tall imp with the prehensile tail who stood on a pair of red goat legs and had the upper body of a human child, stood. He had been leaning over the shell, sniffing it. He reached up to scratch at one of the horns poking out from his hair. “Vampire,” he said in a soft voice.

“Of course a vampire!” the first one who had spoken growled. “Who else could suck a human dry like this!” He kicked at the shell, at the wounds in his throat and wrist, drained of blood.

Baul blinked up at the two hulking demons towering above him. “Not just any vampire …” A wide grin that revealed sharp fangs appeared on his face. That grin said it all and the two demons with him flashed white teeth.

Not just any vampire … but the one that had done them all wrong.

“Find him,” the second demon who had spoken ordered.

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Divinatas – Apr 29, 2009 at 7:33 PM

[bg=#181609][do=#846749][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1514[/imga]Caroline

“You must if you want to live.” she answered simply. Perhaps it was an odd sort of conversation to having and still be using such a calm tone of voice. Yet it was one she had often. They either attacked or explained. Rarely did they escape. Caroline was not in the habit of chasing more than she could handle.

In this case, she had yet to judge on way or the other. He might have been lucky that his unusual behavior had drawn her attention. The longer she had him wrapped up, the more she could sense from his aura. A blank wall. But something behind it was very strong. That was flashing a warning signal in the back of her mind, but she had yet to remember what about it was so familiar.

She pulled her ribbons tight again, drawing herself closer. A foot away. Caroline was mindful of his claws in case he loosened him far enough to take a swipe at her. “Answer my questions with sincerity, and I may let you free. But I am not of mind to let a monster loose on innocent people. You have a choice.” and Caroline had all the time in the world for him to make it.
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Alarice – Apr 30, 2009 at 3:00 PM

The vampire glared at her but then the anger dissipated a bit, and there was doubt on his face. He looked away. “I … I do not … know,” he said slowly. It was a bitter pill to swallow, facing the fact. He was being spurred on by something he neither understood or remembered. It frustrated him.

Suddenly the doubt disappeared. The anger returned. “Are you content now?” he growled, pulling at the ribbons even stronger. Anger fueled his strength as did the knowledge that she would hold true to her promise and try to destroy him. He may not remember anything, before finding that drunk human but he refused to let himself be killed.

“Hohoho, check it out, boys. Our little pet’s been caught in someone else’s trap,” a low voice declared loudly.

From behind the woman, some yards away, a figure about seven feet tall and another one, much shorter at four feet, stood there. The first was dressed in a suit and shoes with a tie. He looked human down to his blonde hair and dark brown eyes but when he smiled, it showed rows of pointed teeth. The second was definitely not human. Red skin and prehensile tail with a pair of horns standing on a pair of goat legs when this one smiled, it flashed pointed teeth, too.

The vampire growled. He didn’t know if these were friends of the woman’s or not but it didn’t matter. They were all a threat to him. At least until he could figure out who or what he was …

The red one crouched down and sniffed the air. “It’s him! It’s him!”

“Step aside, lady. This one’s ours,” the one who’d spoken ordered as they drew closer but then stopped. The woman could be a slayer or perhaps another vampire. She must be either lucky or really skilled to have caught their little “prize.”

The vampire’s eyes flashed red. “I do not know who you bastards are but step down, scum. You have no business here.”

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Divinatas – May 1, 2009 at 4:49 AM

[bg=#181609][do=#846749][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1514[/imga]Caroline

Caroline was in the process of trying to tighten her ribbons again when the new voice interrupted.

“Hohoho, check it out, boys. Our little pet’s been caught in someone else’s trap.”

She let out a slow breath, only tilting her head slightly to take gander at who arrived. Unfriendly types. Mix matched. A demon and imp? Possibly? Her new friend didn’t seem charmed to see them either.
“It’s him! It’s him!”
Pointed the little red beast. Caroline raised an eyebrow.

“Step aside, lady. This one’s ours.” they stopped before coming any closer.

“I do not know who you bastards are but step down, scum. You have no business here.”

That was when Caroline smiled. A slow sly look across her face as the ribbons in her hands suddenly fell loose. “I am afraid I found him first, and he is in no interest to be kidnapped by beasts. …But if you would like to try and take him…” Caroline pulled his ribbons frees, allowing the vampire to do as he pleased. It was a risk, but she was going to trust – or be forced to chase him down again afterwords.

With her ribbons disappearing back in to her coat pockets, Caroline turned around to face their guests, her hand moving behind her back to draw out an axe the was slowly shimmering in to view. It was modest in design, but brilliantly sharp. It’d do fine.

“Of course, you’ll have to deal with me as well.”

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Alarice – May 2, 2009 at 3:47 PM

“I am afraid I found him first, and he is in no interest to be kidnapped by beasts. …But if you would like to try and take him…”

The vampire looked about to lunge at the demon and the imp but he remembered the ribbons in time. He looked at it in time to see it loosen and fall. He blinked and looked up at the woman. What game was she playing? He narrowed his eyes at her.

The tall one snorted. “You think we’d come alone when we found out we were dealing with that?” He pointed at the vampire.

“Hell no,” another voice said from the opposite end. He was tall like the first but he had dark brown hair and eyes, the same pointed teeth. He was dressed in slacks and a shirt but shoes. “We learned the first time.”

“Of course, you’ll have to deal with me as well,” the woman was saying.

“No problem, babe,” the third demon said, snapping his fingers. The alley swarmed with shadows made solid. They looked human but stood just five feet, long claws and red eyes. They had no mouths but their sharp claws could slice through flesh with ease. Although solid, slicing one in half resulted in two and bullets would just create holes that didn’t cause any pain. The only way to get rid of them for sure was to take out the one who had summoned them.

The vampire snarled and tensed, turning his attention back to the intruders. He’d deal with her later. He wanted the tall demon with the imp. He must know something! He ran forward but stopped short. His way was littered with those shadow-things. They attacked him en masse but they were just distractions. However, he learned the hard way about it being futile to get rid of them by slicing with his claws. They only multiplied and thanks to their sheer number, managed to get in a few slices.

The vampire growled and his eyes flashed red. So be it. His arms were bleeding and he hissed under his breath at the pain. But as he ran forward again, the little shadow-things charged all at once and he disappeared under them. The pile shifted and he burst out, landing just outside.

“Who. The hell. Am I?” he growled in a voice that was low and dangerous. His question was directed to the tall demon whose imp companion had taken refuge behind him.

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Divinatas – May 6, 2009 at 2:53 AM

[bg=#181609][do=#846749][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1514[/imga]Caroline

Caroline had remain still, never one to make the first attack, and frowned as those shadow imps were summoned up. They were frustrating little created creatures, often being more trouble than what it was worth. But shadow could handled. The axe she had pulled disappeared as the vampire ran past her towards their unwelcome guests. As he disappeared under the shadowy form, she pulled a small round marble from her pocket.

He jumped out – Caroline tossed the marble up in the air towards the shadows. “Solis Lucis!” The marble flashed, suddenly glowing as a bright blinding orb. Eating away at those shadow imps. Such a thing might also be effective on the typical vampire… so it was curious this one would be unscathed.

Caroline would unravel that mystery later. For now, she had moved under the distraction of the light to circle around the other side of their guests. Coal ribbons out of her pocket to throw and use on them like she had before! “He did ask a very good question! Perhaps you should answer him!”
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Misc RP Logs

[Diala] Zodiac Murders

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Title: Zodiac Murders
Number: 83
Date: Jun 19, 2008 at 11:10 PM
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Divinatas – Jun 19, 2008 at 11:10 PM

[dash]Taking place two weeks after the events in the Zodiac Murders game. The Zodiac Killer had last sent a clue suggesting his next mark was Cancer. There have been lots of reports over the past two weeks of cancer related people having accidents, scary events, or being near killed, but no actual body or event suggesting it to be related to the Zodiac Killer has been found. The police are in a desperate search for more clues! Meanwhile there seems to be some speculation that one of the murders might not have been done by the Zodiac Killer at all, but a mob hit cleverly disguised! That may mean there’s another victim out there they don’t know about![/dash]

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=152]Tamara

Tamara was sitting at home on the floor in front of her coffee table, looking at a set of photographs she had spread in front of her. A highlighter in her hand, she’d circle something here, make an X there and then scribble down a few notes on her notebook. Her cellphone gave off a jingle with some silly little ringtone.

“Are you a prostitute?”

‘Shit, Tammy! That’s a great way to greet your sister!’ complained the voice on the other end. ‘I just got a new job at a diner. Why’d you call anyway? That message you left was creepy.’

“Hmm, yeah.” she sighed. “There’s some weird stuff going around here lately, so if you had any plans to come back home and get a real job, you should cancel them.”

‘Jeeze, I knew everybody was pissed at me, but telling me not to come home? Good one!’

“I’m not kidding, Summer. We’ve got this serial killer on the loose. All the victims save for one were in the entertainment business. And to top it all off there’s some new wacko going after girls with black hair and blue eyes. It’s better not to take any chances. I already called everyone else.”

‘Are you shitting me? You’re not nosing in on that stuff are you? Cause, hello, miss black haired blue eyed beauty, you’re like the poster kid for every action thriller movie victim out there. All you need now is a creepy boyfriend and some background music.’

Tamara rolled her eyes. Her youngest sister had that flare for being over dramatic. Why was everything a movie to her? “No, I’m not. Not really, anyway. …Besides, I did have a date a few days ago, with a perfectly normal not-creepy guy. An anthropologist… kind of boring really.”

‘Hahaha! At least that’s better than Alexis. That frigid bitch couldn’t get a date with that popsicle shoved up her tw-‘

The doorbell rang and something was dropped off at her front door. “Summer, someone’s at the door, I gotta go.” Click! As much as she loved her sister, no one wanted to hear dating gossip from Summer. Tamara got up from the floor, straighted her shirt and went to the front door.

Opening it, no one was there anymore, but they had dropped off a package. She picked it up, pulled the ‘open here’ tab to rip over the box… and promptly dropped it with a squeal! It was a huge dead rat practically swimming with maggots. There was a note in there too, but there was no way in hell she was sticking her hand in there.

Tamara slammed the door shut and latched the lock, then snatched up her phone again to dial the police station.”

‘Section 14 Police Station, Robert speaking!’

“It’s Tamara Sparrow… I need you to send someone out to my house. It’s not an emergency or anything, but I have a rat.”

‘Hey Tammy! What, a rat? Why’d you need police for a rat? There’s exterminators for stuff like that.’

“Cause this rat came in a package of death and horror. Just send someone, please? It’s got a note and it’s better if a cop looks at it first. I think I pissed someone off.” Tamara was back at the door again, peeking out the window. It didn’t look like anyone was lurking out there, but she didn’t want to take any chances.

‘Right-o. I’ll send someone over right away.

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Alarice – Jun 20, 2008 at 3:21 AM

Fifteen minutes after Tamara’s call to the police …

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Ring! Ring!

Finally, a voice called, “Ms. Sparrow? My name is Officer Thomas Jenkins. I’m with the police. You called about … a disturbance?” The voice was definitely male and young. And if he was sent over to check on a dead rat, he couldn’t have been on the force for very long.

Officer Thomas Jenkins was just your average red-blooded American male. He was about 5’10” with a mop of straight dark brown hair neatly combed and warm brown eyes. He was the type who always polished his shoes and always kept his uniform unwrinkled and crisp.

Jeremiah

Two weeks. No other clues–except that damned letter–and nothing to show for it. He closed the door behind him, made sure it was nice and locked, and shuffled through the dimly lit apartment. It was quiet. The TV was off and he didn’t hear anything else. Then again, maybe Donny had gone to sleep early again.

Donny had always been a night owl but lately, he’d taken to hitting the sheets while it was still dark. Jerry figured it was a side-effect of the meds but had asked Donny about it, anyways. All Donny had told him was that the meds made him tired a lot and that he didn’t want to talk about it. Unfortunately, Jerry’s police sense got squashed by his desire to help his cousin.

Jerry found his worn-out leather recliner and dropped right into it. He had just gotten himself comfortable when he realized … he’d forgotten to grab himself a beer on the way here. He lifted his head to glance in the direction of the fridge, thought about getting up to grab one now, and then thought better of it.

He’d just drink two beers the next time he stood up.

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 3:30 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=152]Tamara

They sent her a kid. Tamara smacked her forehead as she unlocked the door and opened it up. She then pointed down at the box containing the dead rat. “I guess I wasn’t specific enough. I had thought they send over one of their CSI boys.” She couldn’t help but wonder if the kid even knew how to do anything besides write parking tickets.

Sighing, she crossed her arms and peered around outside. Still nothing too strange. “Okay, you’ll have to do. There’s a note and I’m… too girly to stick my hand in there.” A rat she’d pick up, but not a rat covered in maggots. “We’ll wanna be careful of fingerprints, okay? And other tidbits.” Tamara probably sounded like a grade school teacher talking to a five year old!

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Alarice – Jun 20, 2008 at 3:58 AM

If Jenkins felt offended by the way Tamara treated him, he didn’t show it. He only knelt beside the box and looked over the dead rat. It smelled horrible. But again, he didn’t show it. All he did was ignore the smell and concentrate on the task at hand.

Jenkins pulled out a pair of transparent latex gloves from the pouch on his belt and slid them on. He liked to be prepared. Then he reached into the box and pulled out the note. He offered it to her. “Ma’am. Did you want me to read it for you or would you rather read it yourself?”

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 4:28 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=152]Tamara

“Just hold it up for me.” she instructed, and when he did just that she took a good look at it. Unfortunately it was done with the newspaper magazine cutouts technique so there wouldn’t be any handwriting traces or links to a computer printer. With the paper clean of anything useful she finally read the note.

Little sparrow, little sparrow. Precious fragile little thing. Little sparrow, little sparrow. Flies so high and feels no pain…

It actually went on- the entire lyrics to a song. Obviously it had to be a threat, but at the same time it was a warning… or a really insane love note? Whatever it meant, it was weird, leaving Tamara blinking in confusion.

“Okay…” she finally mumbled. “You can take this… all of this with you to the station, and see if there’s anything traceable on it. I’ve got to change my clothes and make a phone call and I’ll be right there to give a list of all the people I might’ve pissed off recently…”

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Alarice – Jun 20, 2008 at 6:13 AM

Jeremiah

It felt like he’d just dozed off when he woke up to the phone ringing like mad on the table beside him. But the digital red numbers on the clock on top of the TV said otherwise. He slid a hand over his face. Christ, was it 2 in the morning already?

Jerry felt around on the table and finally picked up the phone. “… Yeah?” he half-muttered, half-growled into the receiver.

“Jerry! Sorry to bother you, man. You know where Tammy is? I tried calling her house and even sent someone over. She’s not there.”

“Why the hell are you looking for Tammy?” he demanded, now awake enough to realize what a weird call this was.

“Well … I sent Jenkins over to check on something. She got a weird package and mentioned a dead rat. Anyways, she was supposed to come by to check on it but … she never showed up. That’s why I’m calling you, man. Can you help me find her?”

Jerry didn’t have a clue on where to start looking but he couldn’t just sit here. “Yeah. Fine. If I find her, I’ll give you a call.”

“Thank you and thank you.”

Jerry hung up and ran his fingers through his hair. What the hell had Tammy gotten caught up with this time? If it wasn’t serial killers and mafia, it was carjackers and boy scouts conning little old women out of pocket change. He grabbed his keys and just as he got to the door, it opened. His gun whipped out–

“… Donny? What the crap,” Jerry growled as he put the gun away. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Hmm?” Donny paused in the doorway, looking at his cousin with sleepy dark gray eyes. Whereas Jerry was athletic and dark-haired, Donny was physically weak and had light blonde hair. He looked more like a kid than a grown man, wearing clothes two sizes too big, despite the fact that Jerry got him clothes that fit.

“Donny! Goddamnit!” Jerry snarled only to back down. Relax. He was overreacting. There was a perfectly good reason why his cousin was out for God only knew how long. “Look. I have to go somewhere. Just stay inside, alright?” He couldn’t possibly deal with this now. Better to go looking for Tamara and let off some steam. He left Donny standing inside the apartment, in his own little world.

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 6:36 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=152]Tamara

Tamara wasn’t at home and as soon as she realized that she tried to sit up. Which resulted in her cracking her head on something, and now that her brain was less fuzzy, if not aching double bad now, was the second time tonight.

Groaning at her faux pas, she rubbed her head and climbed out from under the row of metal plumbing pipes she seemed to have rolled underneath. Piecing together what she could remember clearly, Tamara had taken her keys and left for the police station. Then there was… Hmm. A sickeningly sweet smell… someone grabbing her. She forgot her phone in the house, but she slid down the basement steps instead.

“Oh good.. home after all.” she muttered, staggering up to her feet and towards the stairs. At least she knew she could fight off a stranger, she was stiff and had the cuts and bruises to prove it. Though she wished she would’ve had the sense to run back in the house and not down the stairs. Then again, it must have been the right place to hide, cause she was still there even if she did pass out.

Carefully peeking out the double doors that led outside on to the street, Tamara climbed back out in to the night. She was muttering under her breath as she rounded the corner. Keys…keys… she dropped her keys out here somewhere. She couldn’t get back in the house without them, and she needed to call the cops.

A sound of footsteps startled her and she whirled around with her fingers aimed like a pistol! “I’ve got a gun, and I’m ready to use it.”

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Alarice – Jun 20, 2008 at 7:16 AM

A snicker. The sound of clothes rustling. The schicckkk! of a switchblade. Whoever this creep was, he meant business. He certainly wasn’t out for a midnight stroll. He was dressed in a jacket and slacks and shoes, not sweats. His face was marked with scars and he was thin, as thin as the blade he held up to show her. His hair was slicked back with gel.

“Sure thing, lady. But hey, if you want to shoot me that badly go right ahead.” He paused. “Who knows, that might make my job a lot more fun.”

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 7:25 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=152]Tamara

Tamara didn’t think she was the type to scare easily, but this had her scared. Was he the same one before, or someone different? She didn’t like the thought of two different people jumping her in one night. Right in her own front yard.

Hoping he hadn’t realized she didn’t have a gun at all, Tamara kept her finger pointed and took a few steps back towards the side of the house. If she hid once, she’d hide again. Tamara took off running for the basement doors!

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Categories
Misc RP Logs

[Diocha] A Tale of Two Witches

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Title: A Tale of Two Witches
Number: 58
Date: Jun 9, 2008 at 11:56 PM
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Divinatas – Jun 9, 2008 at 11:56 PM

[dot]A continuation of =http://space-kitten.org/rpg/elswenthis game[/url]! Characters are currently battling foes in Germany. Aidan and Sasha were checking out a biker bar following what looked like very suspicious bikers. Dane and Kendal were getting coiled by a magical snake![/dot]

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14]Aidan
First thing Aidan did was duck has soon as Sasha scowled, as that usually meant someone was about to clobber him from behind. All the glass in the bar had chimed as if struck by something, and it made an impressive enough sound that all of the bikers in the bar immediately took notice. Sasha was placed back down on the ground, and all the men had backed up several paces.

“Uh… you know. We ain’t looking for trouble from any wizards and witches and what not. We just came here for vacation. You know, a little rest and relaxation from our dailies duties back in the Elk Order.”

Aidan was trying to figure out exactly what the Elk Order was when something across the room caught his attention. A person had been watching them, but as soon as Aidan noticed they had ducked behind the door and disappeard. “Sasha, I think we oughta try that door back there.” he motioned towards it with a finger.
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[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21]Kendal

The large serpent started to sway and just as it was about to dart and possibly swallow Dane whole, Kendal stomped on it’s tale. It’s massive jaws snapped right in Dane’s face as it fell short of it’s prey. Hissing the head spun around towards Kendal opening it’s jowls ready to strike again!

Kendal took a step of two backwards. What was a giant snake like this doing in a sleepy little town? No good, for sure. When it darted forward at her the same way it dived for Dane, Kendal ducked out of the way, circling around it so she could stand in front of the man.

“Where’s you gun, Dane?” she muttered quickly. But it was too late, as the snake flipped it’s coil around the pair and curled around them!
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Ocha – Jun 10, 2008 at 9:28 PM

[dash]Sasha

“Elk Order, hu?” The name Sasha was willing to admit was not familiar. She would have to ask Kendal, her sister was the one that knew about all the odd groups. Having a reporter in the family could be handy at times.

What Sasha wanted to do now was not leave though. They at least showed enough sense to put her down, though she was surprised by that. Most people wouldn’t have been intimidated by her. Not at first. Knowing what caught there attention would have been useful. Too bad Aidan wanted to leave.

If he’d just wanted to leave out the door they came in to she’d guess he just wanted to get out of a bad situation. That would be reasonable. Instead though he wanted to go another way. This made her curious.

“Alright. Lead the way. Next time gents maybe we’ll stay around for a drink.” Sasha waved at them as they exited the other door. She was more direct with Aidan once they were out of sight. “What is it?” [/dash]

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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 7:19 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14]Aidan

“I figured we must be snooping in the right direction, cause someone back here was spying on us.” he commented, leading the way to the back door. He carefully moved it open and peered inside. All was clear, just a hallway in to the back of the building. Aidan half wondered why no one seemed to be interested in stopping them from having a look, but if their reaction to Sasha was any indication, maybe he had already answered his question.

Aidan followed the hallway until it ended at another door. There were other doorways in the hall, but they were all open and pretty empty. Just a few storage rooms with food, furniture and the lot. When Aidan opened the door, he heaved a heavy sigh. Once again it was a staircase leading down to what he hoped was a cellar, but more likely than not it was a tomb, a cult, or if they were really unlucky, the underground lair of a dragon king.

He rubbed his head. “Want me to go first?”

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 8:47 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116]Sasha

“You’re already in front,” Sasha said with a shrug. Her curiosity was piqued. Was this person Aidan saw somehow involved in the coincidence of her sister and Skipster ending up here in Germany as well. Sasha had almost been willing to enjoy her little exile until those two showed up. Now it was business.

As they walked down the stairs, the lights stayed constantly lit. No strange power fluxes, no change to torches or candles. In fact when they got to the bottom of the stairs the cellar it didn’t look too dissimilar to her cellar back home.

“At least it’s not Halloween,” Sasha couldn’t help but grin at Aidan. The first time he was in her cellar at Autumn Manor was during the annual Halloween Party there. They had gotten locked in the cellar and some vengeful wizard had animated zombies in there. It had really annoyed Sasha that someone had planted zombies on her property but at the time she was trying to take care of the more immediate problem of not getting killed. The trick was doing so without Aidan realizing the rumors about her family were only half the truth.
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 9:09 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14]Aidan

“Halloween here might actually be kind of spooky.” Of course, he was looking at a perfectly normal cellar with no strange or spooky things about it. It seemed they walked right in to a dead end.

Aidan didn’t like the thought that he might have been hallucinating a spy – not that it would be the first time he had hallucinated stuff… or the first time he saw something that decided it’d disappear in to thing air – but at the moment he just had that feeling it was better to figure this stuff out before it got any worse.

He moved a few crates out of the way as he started looking around. “Why would a biker gang be dealing with some sorcerer or wizard, do you think? I figure it’s not worth the trouble if you’ve already got your posse…”

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 9:18 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116]Sasha

“Maybe the only reason they’re together as a gang is because of an outside influence. Or perhaps this is the type of place that a lot of odd folks hang out at.” Sasha looked around trying to see if there was anything out of the ordinary. Yet it just seemed like exactly what it was, a storage cellar.

A dusty old cellar that might be used once a month. There was dust flying around from Aidan moving crates. With a thoughtful frown she looked at the ground, there was a thin layer of dust and a few footprints. Also there was a path that seemed to have been swept up, leading right to the wall.

“What about over there?” she asked pointing to the spot at the wall.
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 9:34 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14]Aidan

Aidan followed yhe footprints in the dust and as he reached the wall, he was rubbing his chin in thought. Yep, the old disappearing wall trick! Now usually there was a switch of some sort. He tried the wall sconces, the light fixture, and even stuck his foot in the mouse hole – but nothing budged.

“It doesn’t look like it’s gonnAAH!” Aidan made the grand miscalculation of leaning on the wall, which gave it enough pressure to send him rolling down yet another flight of stairs! He was OH, EI, AH, OWing all the way down!

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 9:39 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116]Sasha

“AIDAN!” Running to the wall, Sasha looked down and saw the DJ crumbled up at the bottom of the flight of stairs. Making sure not the trip herself, Sasha scampered down and knelt down beside Aidan.

“Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” If that wasn’t enough to worry about, there was a high pitch squeal from a multitude of voices. “No, please no!”
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 9:50 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14]Aidan

Aidan groaned. Not because he was broken in to a million pieces, or bruised to hell and back (because he was fine, if not completely embarrassed), but because he knew exactly what was coming.

“Oh! He’s hurt! Do something, sisters!” squealed one of dozens of faeries that were now frittering around Aidan and Sasha.

“Wait, he’s okay! Oh thank goodness!” Aidan was then swarmed with a mass of faeries that were trying to give him faerie sized kisses, which prompted him to quickly sit up and start swatting the little bodies away.

“We’re doing a bit of work here, ladies.. That can wait…!” he coughed out!

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 10:01 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116]Sasha

“Work?” Tiny voices asked with such inquisitiveness. “Job! We must do our job. Yes! Come come. Come with us!”

Sasha glared at the fae. She didn’t want to follow them. She didn’t want anything to do with Aidan’s little fangirls! She was about to dismiss the whole idea when she realized she was being if nothing else, silly. Aidan didn’t exactly want their attention, and furthermore why did she care how Aidan felt about them. She was loosing the battle with herself.

“Oh fine, what do you want to show us?” Sasha relented enough to start following them.

“Who, not what, who!”
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 10:10 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14]Aidan

Dusting himself off, Aidan fixed his jacket, and wiped off faerieberry lipstick from his face. “Who?” he questioned, reluctant to follow them, considering they were the cause for all this trouble in the first place. But against his better judgment, Aidan started after them if at least to get them to stop pulling at his hair.

Thankfully it seemed all that noise hadn’t alerted the villain, for he was one impressively scary dude. It was the classic evil lair scene, one that Aidan was beginning to think was standard for every evil doer, of the grand sorcerer standing before his elaborate alter set up in front of a giant statue. It was made of bronze and gold, the body of a man and the head of an elk, carrying a huge sword and looking nearly live with the strange light.

Aidan paused and turned to Sasha. “I think I’m under armed for this one…”

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 11:06 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116]Sasha

Sasha was more than willing to agree with this assessment. This man did not look like the type one wanted to fool around with. More than ever she wish she knew something about the Elk Order.

“He’s here! He’s here!” squealed the fairies to the sorcerer. Sasha could have wished they were all trapped in a giant spider web right about now.

“I have told you before, I do not care about him, I care about,” What he cared about he did not say for he had turned around and saw Aidan and Sasha. “Thank the mighty lord. You are our savior.”

He was looking at Sasha, but he seemed unsure, as though he found her lacking, or missing something. Whatever it was Sasha didn’t like it and crossed her arms. “Oh?”
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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 1:45 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14]Aidan

“The red hair, dark eyes… Oh yes, there is two, not just one.” said the sorcerer, who had then gone on to completely ignore Sasha and walk back towards the monumental statue. He threw out his arms in its glory!

“Behold, great god of mine! One half of the savior! Once the other half is retrieved you will be revived from the pits of hell and reborn on a brand new world! OHOHOHOHO!” He was mad… or perhaps a genius! He suddenly turned around and smiled at his guests!

“Silly me! I should explain. I’m Harold, head of the Elk’s and every year we stage this silly little ceremony for kicks. It’s all a big show, lights and floor dancing. Lots of fun, and the boys come around for miles! We always picked up a couple people who have ‘the gifts’, if you know what I mean, and give them a little thrill!”

Aidan was… speechless to say the least. If this was all a big joke, he wasn’t sure he found it funny.

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Ocha – Jun 12, 2008 at 1:52 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116]Sasha

“You… ah… WHAT?” Sasha was really not prepared for this. She was somehow summoned out to the middle of Germany to playact for a yearly festival? Sasha wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh or cry. It was by and large the stupidest thing she had ever heard.

“Why us?” It wasn’t so much a question to Harold as to the powers that be. “Why both of us?” If she wasn’t careful she was going to go with option two and Sasha hated looking weak in front of others. Now was not the time to start crying because of overly wound up nerves.

Sasha might have been able to deal with it a bit better if the damn pixies were not doting on Aidan again. “So now what?” Sasha grumbled, realizing that trying to get out of this would not be impossible, but likely more work that it was worth.
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Alarice – Jun 12, 2008 at 3:55 AM

Dane finally remembered the gun when Kendal mentioned it and pulled it out from behind him. As the snake’s coils tightened around them, he aimed the gun at the serpent’s head and fired.

Only to get a loud, empty CLICK! in response!

“Damn.” He growled. The snake wasn’t too happy about being fired at and bared its fangs as it raised its head ten feet in the air. It hissed and its head came charging down, ready to eat Dane whole!

Dane struggled for all he was worth and, at the last minute, came free! He fell forward on top of Kendal. The snake’s fangs came gliding past, grazing the back of his shirt, and into its own body! It immediately hissed and released itself, beginning to writhe in pain. Its coils loosened and Dane and Kendal went tumbling free!

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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 4:46 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21]Kendal

“Ugfph!” The damned man had to fall on her twice! But thankfully, that was it for the snake. It’s own bite had the snake melting with it’s poisons. A true magically created critter if she ever saw one. The trouble was finding out who made it, and putting and end to them. A nice painful end.

Before pushing Dane away she pressed a finger to his back in one of those holes now left in his shirt. No bite holes or poison, and she didn’t cast an actual spell, so there was no reason for her to seem at all suspicious. Even if he did feel a tingle at his back.

“You’re walking around with an unloaded gun.” she said, as if she needed to point out the obvious. It wasn’t often she could barb Dane, so she took the opportunity when it came.

Something caught her attention from the corner of her eye. A person, wearing a big hooded cloak of all things. If that weren’t the most over done stereotypical- She immediately moved to follow. If Dane wanted to babysit her, he was going to have to keep up!

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Alarice – Jun 12, 2008 at 5:14 AM

“It was filled with ammo when we started,” Dane pointed out. “No one told me we were going on a little trip thousands of miles away.” He looked up to see Kendal already up and running somewhere. He swore under his breath and took off after her.

Kendal went through some trees and he wondered where she was leading him. He couldn’t see who she was chasing as they weaved around trees and through brush. Leaves, branches, rocks, and dirt were flying this way and that.

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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 6:11 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21]Kendal

Kendal stopped pursuing when the trail ended at a cave. Resting her hands on her hips, she debated the wisdom of chasing a cloaked figure in to something dark and ominous. She wasn’t worried about anything happening to herself. But then there was Dane. If whomever it was could summon four people across the world, then they weren’t going to be very pleasant to deal with.

“You should stay out here. Unless I scream, then I suppose you could come charging in.” She knew he wouldn’t stay put, but she felt better saying it anyway. She started in to the cave, walking slow enough for her eyes to adjust to the dark and being carefully aware of any traps that might be sprung.

She wasn’t disappointed, for as soon as they were far enough inside the ground gave way and crumbled beneath their feet, sending them sliding down and dropping in to… a cage! On the plus side, this time she landed on Dane!

“Ah ha! Just like a witch. Following the dark mysterious cloaked figure right in to a trap.” The person laughed at the lights came on – with electricity even – and he threw off the cape! He looked like… some damned biker dude wearing elk horns! “Hey Frankie, go let Harold know we have the other one! He can start his ceremony now!” Waving at his two captives in the cave the figure marched on towards a door. “Now, don’t you two try escaping. It’s a 100% magic proof cage.” He chortled as he left!

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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 7:33 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14]Aidan

Aidan had a feeling that there was a lot more to this than some over done festival, but Sasha wasn’t looking to good. And for him, he cared more about Sasha than what mister Crazy Cloak was going on about.

Scratching his head, he glanced around slowly. “How about we have a seat back there on one of those benches and see if we can’t take a break and think things out.” The faeries then squealed about how smart he was. Aidan ignored them. Without giving Sasha any chance to reply, he had already took her hand as was pulling her towards a seat.

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Ocha – Jun 12, 2008 at 7:43 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116]Sasha

Sasha was not one to have issue about sitting at this point and let Aidan drag her over to a bench. Sasha sat down, glancing at Harold with a frown. She figured it was likely best to try to ignore the damn pixies, why where they bothering her so much! “I hate to say admit this, but I think we need to try to call Kendal before these people get too worked up. Surely she’ll know something about this.”

It was a sensible solution to a problem that was getting Sasha more and more confused. All Sasha had to do was call Kendal and make a plan. It didn’t matter that Harold was still in the room with them if he tried to make an issue to anything she did, well, she would make sure he’d learned what kind of mistake it was to make issues with her.
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Alarice – Jun 13, 2008 at 3:20 AM

THUD!

Dane groaned as something knocked the air out of him. He wasn’t exactly sure how he’d ended up here. One moment he’d stopped outside of the cave and watched Kendal disappear inside. He’d been about to chase after her when he’d heard a branch snap behind him. He had turned around and BAM! Darkness. He’d just woken up inside of this cage before being toppled by–

It moved and he turned to his side to see, “Kendal!”

“Ah ha! Just like a witch. Following the dark mysterious cloaked figure right in to a trap. Hey Frankie, go let Harold know we have the other one! He can start his ceremony now! Now, don’t you two try escaping. It’s a 100% magic proof cage.”

Dane started checking the cage out. 100% magic proof, eh? Then they’d just have to find a non-magical way out of this can.

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Divinatas – Jun 14, 2008 at 1:45 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21]Kendal

“I’m starting to miss Elswen where all the weird stuff isn’t nearly as cliche.” Kendal grumbled, rubbing the bruises she earned from that fall. Nothing was 100% magical proof, but Kendal wasn’t about to start trying. Dane already had the right idea while he was examining the cage.

Kendal’s cellphone rang. Pulling it out of her pocket, she answers. “Sasha, we’re in a-” SCREEEEECH~!! She jerked the phone away from her ear as she winced at the sound! What do you know. They blocked magical communication too. Flipping the phone shut, she stuffed it back in her pocket to help Dane figure out that cage.

Kendal tried the most obvious way of trying to squeeze through the bars. It actually looked like it was going to work until- she was stuck. Hrrm. Grossly underestimated the size of her hips. Kendal twist and hissed at Dane. “Stop snickering and help me!”

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14]Aidan

Aidan sat down next to Sasha, silent as he handed her his phone to contact Kendal. The sudden screech out of the thing came as a painful shock. He was sticking his finger in his ears trying to shake out the ringing. “Bad reception?”

A new person had stopped by talking to ‘Harold’, and the guy looked pretty damned happy about whatever news he was given. He shouted loudly to the empty room, mostly for Sasha and Aidan’s benefit. “WONDERFUL! You sister has agreed to be a part of our show and is being prepared as we speak! This is going to be a most glorious festival!”

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Ocha – Jun 14, 2008 at 11:25 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116]Sasha

That was it! Sasha handed Aidan back his cellphone and stood up. With the announcement that her sister had ‘agreed’ to join in, Sasha knew she couldn’t just let things play out. Kendal wasn’t for playing along with things.

“In that case I think I should go and get dressed up. We’ll be leaving now.”

The guy that just came in frowned. “No, you can’t leave. You need to stay here with Harold.”

Sasha tried to get every irritated thought out of her mind and she looked at the man, assuming her was a man. “But how can you expect me to be seen by others looking like THIS! I’m a mess.” Sasha wondered if she could actually pull this off or if everything was going to end up a mess.
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Alarice – Jun 19, 2008 at 4:08 AM

Dane’s first reaction to Kendal getting stuck was pure shock. His second was to snicker. He couldn’t help himself. She just looked so damn … funny!

“Stop snickering and help me!”

Dane quickly sobered up and moved toward her. “Do you want me to push you out or pull you back in?” He tilted his head slightly, trying to figure out which would be easier.

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 5:41 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14]Aidan

The two men looked at each other, unsure of what to do. It was clear they wanted her to stay, but they didn’t seem all that intend on forcing her to stay which was a very mixed signal.

Aidan chimed in. “She’s right. I’m in the radio business, and I know from experience if a girl doesn’t get in to the right clothes, she just can’t perform.”

Harold finally nodded. “Then.. yes, do go change! But your guest should stay here. We don’t want him to lose his seat when the crowds come in!”

That wasn’t quite what Aidan was expecting, but he was willing to throw himself under a bus for a few minutes while Sasha figured out what was really happening around here. “You can go ahead. What trouble could I get in to, with a pack of faeries” He flashed her his trademark grin.

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[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21]Kendal

“Push me out, Dane. Cause if you don’t I’m going to put your head through these bars!” There wasn’t much time to start pushing, as someone entered the room again.

And promptly started laughing. “Oy, tried it the old fashioned way, huh? Them last witches weren’t as clever!” He was still standing there just a cackling, not seeming to make a move to stop or help.

Kendal scowled. “Considering I’m not a witch, I’m sure that IS funny.” she said dryly.

“Oy? Not a witch? Thas gonna make the boss men all cross. Seeing they were looking for two witches for their fancy ceremony and all.”

“Why the hell do all of you speak English when we’re in Germany!”

“Cause this town ain’t in Germany. Man, you really aren’t a witch if you didn’t know that!” He howled with laughter again as he left, muttering something about telling his bossmans the bad news!

“Not in- How the devil did that happen.” she muttered, giving up her struggle to be free of the bars. Sometimes she wondered just exactly what she was doing wrong. Or not doing wrong.

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Alarice – Jun 20, 2008 at 6:29 AM

“Let’s worry about that later,” Dane suggested. He was just as confused as she was but he was more than happy to worry about finding the answers later. “Right now, we have to find Aidan and Sasha. I’ll try and push you out.” He didn’t know how much time they had left before those guys came back but he wanted to make the best of every second they had.

“Alright. Here I go.” Dane took a hold of her hips and began to push.

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 8:34 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21]Kendal

Kendal yelped as she suddenly popped out of the bars and went crashing to the floor. She hopped back to her feet, her face red as she dusted herself off. Quite possibly because she had the entirely wrong mental image of the whole scene, Dane’s hands on her hips amongst other things she was pretty damned sure she shouldn’t have been thinking about.

The cage was magic proof, but it didn’t stop her when she fetched the keys off a table and unlocked the door to release Dane. “Don’t know about you, but I’m about ready to take a short cut and we’re going to pretend like you didn’t see it.” She moved to the wall and knocked her hand on it twice. A doorknob appeared. “If you’re ready?”

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Ocha – Jun 20, 2008 at 6:23 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116]Sasha

“Well I guess there’s no reason for you to come too,” was what Sasha might have said, but she was not pleased with this, not one bit. If Aidan hadn’t all but volunteered to stay she was certain she could think up an excuse for him to come with her while keeping up the stupid act. Instead she was going to have to leave him here.

“I shouldn’t be too long.” She returned his smile with one of her own. She hoped it was convincing. Not to Aidan, but to Harold.

Sasha then turned and walked out the door Aidan and she originally found and was back in the cellar. Looking around she took a deep breath and headed up the stairs and into the hall, running right into Kendal and Dane.

Looking at the duo with a frown she pushed them both into one of the empty rooms. “Damn it Kendal what the hell is going on!”

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Alarice – Jun 24, 2008 at 6:28 PM

Dane

It took awhile but the world finally stopped spinning for him. He glanced at Kendal and then looked at Sasha. “That’s what we want to know. One moment we get attacked by this giant snake, the next, we end up here. Caught in some trap with a weirdo who says they’re looking for two witches and–get this–we’re not in Germany.”

Dane ran his fingers through his hair. He wasn’t the type to take what some sadistic henchman said at face value but it wasn’t like they knew for sure they were in Germany. And then they were looking for two witches and despite what Kendal liked to say, he knew they’d already found them! But speaking of finding …

“… Where’s Aidan?”

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Divinatas – Jun 26, 2008 at 12:58 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14]Aidan

Speaking of Aidan… he wasn’t having a very good day. As soon as Sasha had left the room, Aidan found himself hefted up in the air by this ginormous biker guy wearing antlers and a cheesy black cult robe. He planned on putting up a good fight, but there was a whole lot of them pouring in now and a few of them had spears. He didn’t want to take any chances with bikers and spears. There was just something not right about that.

The alter that was in front of the giant statue was shoved out of the way, and Aidan found himself flung unceremoniously down in to a small pit. The men topside pushed the alter right back over him. It went dark.

“…That’s not good.”
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[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21]Kendal

“Whatever this is, I’m pretty damned tired of it.” she replied to Sasha. Dane questioned about Aidan, and Kendal groaned out loud. Someone always ended up captured or trapped when they were separated, and Aidan had ‘gentlemen in distress’ practically tattooed on his forehead.

“That’s it. I’m done. Done! I want to go home, take a bath, and have a quiet perfectly normal dinner with people not wearing antlers and smelling like beer!” Kendal marched down the hall from whence Sasha had came. She was already pushing up her sleeves as she shoved the doors to the chamber opened.

..and promptly stopped to stare.

The room was filled with men in their dark robs, wearing antler helmets, chanting some crazy phrase that sounded too much like a bar-diddy. The giant statue in the back was starting to move, flexing it’s arms and coming to life. The forerunner of the ceremony pointed to the back towards Kendal and Sasha. “HARK! THINE WITCHES WHO SHALL GIVE YOU LIFE ON THIS PLANE!”

Kendal smacked her forehead.
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Ocha – Jun 27, 2008 at 12:04 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116]Sasha

Sasha noticed many things when they returned to the room. The cultists with spears, the large statue slowly starting to move, the rat in the corner, but of all the things she noticed, it was what she didn’t see that caught her attention the most. There was no Aidan.

.:Bring Forth Those Who’s Blood Will Give Me Life Immortal In This World:.

The voice did not so much come from the statue as boomed from both above and below. The antlered men were in awe at hearing the voice of there future god and the homage, if that’s what one wanted to call it, became louder and more intense. Sasha frowned, her hands crossed over her chest.

“No, not going to happen. I’m not giving my blood or life to some pathetic excuse for a supernatural being. I mean, look at the shoddy workmenship on that,” Sasha pointed at the statue with a finger. “I mean it’s all but ready to fall apart.
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Alarice – Jun 30, 2008 at 2:29 AM

Dane

Had Dane been the sort he would’ve slapped his forehead and groaned the moment Kendal went marching out. Sure, he could’ve tried to stop her but he certainly didn’t want to be the one standing in her way. He just looked at Sasha and followed right after Kendal.

Of course, any hope that they could be done with things quickly and cleanly went out the window when that huge statue started to move, they found themselves facing a bunch of fanatics, and this voice boomed out. But hey, just another day when you hung around with people like Kendal and Sasha.

“So … anyone have any plans where our chances of surviving and getting out of here in one piece is decent?” he asked as casually as if he was asking about the weather.

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Divinatas – Jun 30, 2008 at 6:26 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21]Kendal

“I do, but you’re not going to like it.” replied Kendal. That was the problem with demigod statues, the solution to the problem always involved a big bang. The stature was already on it’s feet and slowly stomping over it’s alter to come down the aisle.

“If you’ll get Aidan out of whatever trap he’s gotten himself in to, Sasha… ” she muttered, already holding out the palm of her hand and circling her finger over it. It wasn’t going to be as easy as pointing and shooting. Her finger circled until a little red bubble about the size of her hand had form. Kendal pulled a hair pin from thin hair and… POP! The little red bubble burst! There was a drastic sense of falling followed by the whole room feeling as if it had dropped out of thin air and suddenly hit the ground.

Kendal took a step back as she caught her balance again. That took care of the blasted moving town. As for that statue… Kendal grabbed Dane’s hand to expose his palm, circled her finger over it. In his hand appeared a little stone replica of the statue. She plucked it up between her fingers. For a moment she looked confused about what she was going to do with it, but finally she squeezed it between the palms of her hands until it disappeared!

The giant walking statue hadn’t stopped it’s advancing all this while, but something strange was happening to it! With every step it took, it got smaller and smaller… Until it was standing in front of Dane and Kendal, barely taller than a garden gnome.

The tiny statue’s voice squeaked. “Give thine life to I, the elk god!”

“Hmm, I’ll pass on that.” Kendal pointed a finger at it. “Once a god, now a stone, banished until your name is unknown!” The statue gave a pitiful excuse for a screaming Nooooo as it solidified nice and stationary once again.

The entire room of cultists looked shocked and more than a little disappointed. Some even threw down their elk antlers, while others kicked at the ground and wondered of. Kendal was relieved to know that they weren’t the sort to form a mob of vengeance just because their plans were ruined. The idiots probably didn’t even realize what they were summoning in the first place.

“Well I’m extraordinarily tired now.” she muttered.

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Ocha – Jul 7, 2008 at 12:07 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116]Sasha

The younger Novellino sister didn’t need to hear more. If Kendal was going to take care of the problem, then the problem was already taken care of. A warning that her stomach was going to be on the ceiling would be nice, but Sasha didn’t let it get in her way as she went over and gathered up the rat.

After muttering to the rat for a few moments while petting it, she placed it back on the ground and Sasha followed it around the cultist to the alter. Then the rat found a crack in it and went under.

Knowing that Aidan was now being protected by the rat incase there were any booby traps with moving the alter, Sasha took a step back.

“Energy like wind, clutter like leaves, blow away before me this unsightly scene.” The remains of the alter did seem to tumble away and down below there was indeed someone. Sasha squatted down and smirked. “Ready to go home?”
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Divinatas – Jul 8, 2008 at 12:08 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14]Aidan

So Aidan was stuck in a pit. Not so bad. It was quiet. Just enough room to stretch his legs. No fire, brimstone, or being slowly lowered in to a volcano or pit of piranha. Not bad at all!

A little furball dropped on his head. Whelp, nope. Looked like he was going to get devoured slowly by rats. The rat squeaked at him as it peered down over his head and twitched it’s whiskers at his nose. “Ah! Hey there Cloud. Come to the rescue?” The little rat squeaked again as the alter from above crumbled away and light shined down from above.

Blocking his eyes from the sudden light, he looked up and grinned wide. “Yeah, I’m gettin’ hungry. I think we’re missing Tali’s nightly rant on ELSWN.”

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Alarice – Jul 9, 2008 at 2:04 AM

Dane

Dane surveyed the scene. Destroyed idol. Check. Scattered henchmen. Check. Rescued civilian. Check. Tired witch. Check, check, and check. He sighed and scratched his head. “I’m thinking we’re in need of a nice, long vacation. Somewhere nice and sunny and hopefully idol-free.” He gave a sideways glance to Kendal. Life was always an adventure. But with someone like Kendal, everyday was like that, too.

Dane looked up and spotted Sasha at the altar. All they had to do was round up Aidan and head home … right?

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Ocha – Jul 9, 2008 at 10:59 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116]Sasha

“Maybe if we hurry, we’ll catch the second half of her show.” Sasha stood up and look around, smirking as she saw some cloth that had once been on the alter. She coiled up up and then sent one end into the pit. “You won’t have to climb the wall it looks like.”

Once Aidan was out of the pit, and Cloud had scampered over to her shoulder, Sasha looked over to Kendal and Dane. “Toto, is this Kansas yet?”
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Divinatas – Jul 15, 2008 at 6:47 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21]Kendal

“Kansas. There’s an interesting vacation spot.” Let’s see. One sister, one sister’s should-be boyfriend, one Dane who needed a vacation, and a gaggle of faeries.

On second thought, she was going to leave the faeries.

Kendal took Sasha’s hands, linking her fingers with her sisters. “There’s no place like home.” She flashed a wickedly teasing smile. Sasha would be the only one to feel that magical tingle of a cast spell, but they’d all notice that shifting under their feet, that flip-flopping sensation in their stomachs, and something that smelled like gingerbread cookies!

All four of them appeared safe and sound in the living room of the Autumn Manor. That wonderful safe and normal home… that smelled like gingerbread?

Harrison the house butler appeared in the doorway, silent as he often was, holding a tray of cookies and four mugs of a hot drink mix. He moved across the room to set it on the table, bowed softly before disappearing back to the kitchen.

Kendal fell backwards on the couch. “That was the longest two days ever. I’m never leaving this house again.”

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14]Aidan

Jokes about the Wizard of Oz had Aidan smiling, but it was just for a brief moment! When the world started churning along with his stomach, he was pretty glad there wasn’t anything left in there, or he might have hurled. That was not the impression he wanted to make on any girl, and he wasn’t too keen on giving Dane a chuckle either.

The moment he realized they were back in Elswen at the girl’s home, he was rubbing the back of his neck. He cast Harrison a grateful look when he brought in cookies, and instantly snatched one up to chew on. “Not how I thought I’d be spending the weekend, but it wasn’t too bad.”

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Ocha – Aug 5, 2008 at 11:40 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116]Sasha

Collapsing into the couch, Sasha held her cup of warm goodness and smirked. “Truth be told, I’ve had worse weekends, but I think I’d rather have a few quiet ones now.”

All in all, Sasha was happy to be back home in Autumn Manor where the wind rustled the leaves of the great trees and soft rain pitter pattered on the roof and porch outside. It was true, there was no place like home. Yet Sasha knew as she glanced first at her sister then at Aidan that home was where the heart was.

The thought caused her to hide her face with the action of sipping her drink. There wasn’t any need to say anything like that, though she did know she was going to have to tell Sam the latest adventure her and her sister had.

“Who’s up for some radio?”
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Categories
Misc RP Logs

[Diocha] Chosen – Pilot & Navigator

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Title: Chosen – Pilot & Navigator
Number: 483
Date: Feb 2, 2009 at 1:43 AM
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Ocha – Feb 2, 2009 at 1:43 AM

The Plot!

[dash]Saniya

The Titan ship Thea was going where she wanted, which at the moment was fine as far as Saniya was concerned. As long as she was away from any Terradyne officials she was happy.

Sitting back in the seat, not the pilot’s seat, the ship hadn’t said she couldn’t sit there but Saniya got the impression that Thea would be much happier to have a pilot of her own choosing. That was one of the weird things, she wasn’t alone on the ship even though she was the only one on board. The AI system onboard Titans were first class and Saniya didn’t feel like she was talking to a computer, but a real person. Perhaps it had to do with the fact the ship itself was partly organic. It was the best of science as far as Saniya could tell. It was wrong that they’d been outlawed!

There were a lot of things wrong these days though. Saniya thought back on the events that had unfolded recently. She had gotten a communicade from Carla that Alonso was seen stopped by two black-suits and escorted into a land cruiser. No one had seen a report about him getting arrested or anything on the news links. He was the type of guy that wouldn’t even spit on the side walk. It wasn’t surprising though. This was not the first of her friends to be picked up by officials and things had at this point stopped being odd or coincidental. Saniya tried to warn Carla to just lay low for a while till some news came out about Alonso, but either Carla didn’t listen or she was already on the list or whatever. A week later Carla didn’t show up for a dinner.

The thing that linked all the people she knew that disappeared was their outspokenness about their distain with Terradyne Federation’s latest treaties and laws. They spoke of Genesis Coalition as a positive thing despite the growing number of reports relating to Genesis as a terrorist organization. Saniya wasn’t outspoken, but she knew what was right and what was wrong and knew that guilt by association was going to take affect if it hadn’t already.

As Saniya read the star chart on Thea’s screen, she started to wonder if the ship knew where it was going. It didn’t seem like there was much out here. Granted there wasn’t much a Carlik Station where she found the ship.

In secret Saniya had packed her bags. Despite still living with her parents, her father was almost never home and wouldn’t notice any change in her behavior and her mother had been distant and cold in regards to her since she was a teen.

Knowing that she likely had people that were watching her movements, Saniya took the chance and went out to the old station on the other side of the planet. Not many people came out there anymore, but if she was going to find someone to help her, or let her help them, she figured that somewhere that was fancy wasn’t a good idea.

It was depressing in fact looking at the ships in dock. Out of a mixture of boredom and curiosity she walked along and looked at the ships trying to bring to mind what types they were. Some were obvious and some she wasn’t familiar with. Normally she thought one ship was much like another.

Then she saw a ship unlike any other. She walked up closer to it and touched it. It wasn’t cold like she expected. It was metal, but also something else. Already she was curious, so when a door opened a few feet away from her she only hesitated a split second before walking in.

Saniya didn’t want to linger on what she saw, the corpse of the last pilot who the ship couldn’t keep alive before they landed, the mess in the hydropods where the food was suppose to be produced. She made a deal with the ship though, after the shock of finding out what kind of ship she was on. She’d clean up the ship and see that the pilot was sent into space. In return the ship would take her off planet.

It worried Saniya she didn’t have any idea where she wanted to go yet, but the ship seemed to have her own idea of what to do. Now she was at the mercy of the ships whim and Saniya wondered if she should have taken her chances trying to make a contact at the station instead of taking off.

There was an odd tone coming from the ship. Communication coming through. Audio only.

“Illegal Titan ship, reduce your speed and prepare to be boarded.”

Saniya sat up straight. Terradyne Galactic Officer? It had to be. “Thea, can you out run their cruiser.”

Yes. But at the same time Saniya noticed they were in deed slowing down.

“Why aren’t we making a run for it?”

Because he might be the right kind of pilot.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Feb 2, 2009 at 2:54 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1251]Jasper Kelran

“The ship is slowing as ordered, Commander.”

“Good. Get a team of five and meet me at the hatch. We don’t know if the crew is hostile or not.” replied the Commander, standing just behind the panel and frowning at the image on the screen. A Titan. Those had been branded illegal by the Terrdyne at least four seasons ago. When one was found, they were to be captured immediately. Of course, they tended to have pirates on board. This ship stopping when requested was suspicious at best.

“Are you sure you should be entering an enemy ship yourself, Kelran?” came a female voice at his side. Kinala Gantoon was another Commander sent by the Terradyne to do what she called “Inspections”. Commander Jasper Kelran thought it to be more of a pain in the ass.

“If you would like to inspect the Titan, Gantoon, be my guest.” Jasper replied, giving her a hard stare. As expected, the snooty bitch just rolled her eyes. Didn’t want to get her manicured hands dirty, he was sure.

Giving some final orders when the Titan had finally stopped and his cruiser had connected for boarding, Jasper marched out of the control center for the hatch. There was something nagging him in the back of his mind that something wasn’t right, but for now, he ignored it.

“Open her up.” he ordered, pulling his gun as he met his men. The hatch door opened allowing passage to the other ship. It came as a surprise that no one was there to greet them. Weapons bared or not. Being the first the step inside, he pointed his gun around as he scanned the first hall. Nothing.

“Fan out and find the pilot. This thing can’t be flying itself.”

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Ocha – Feb 2, 2009 at 3:06 AM

[dash]Saniya

There was a sick feeling in her stomach as she saw the Terradyne ship had connected with Thea. This was a very bad idea, but telling the ship that didn’t seem to work. Instead the ship just repeated that he might be the right kind of pilot.

Since Thea was going allow the group in, Saniya wanted to see them and activated the viewing screens from inside the ship. They were spreading out, which was neither good nor bad as far as Saniya was concerned.

Thea it seemed had a different opinion. The largest screen was dedicated to one man. He looked the very model of a military officer and from the first moments aboard the ship looked to be in charge of this boarding party if not the whole vessel.

That was when Saniya saw the ship light up the walkway for the man, with a path that Saniya was sure lead right to the cockpit. With anxiety growing she found herself checking the folds of her sari, then looking up at the screen frowning. “And if he’s not the right kind of pilot?”

The ship didn’t answer Saniya, and they both waited for his arrival.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Feb 2, 2009 at 3:26 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1251]Jasper Kelran

Jasper pressed a button on the collar of his shirt. “I’ve got lights on the floor. Any signs of life, yet?”

‘Nothing, Commander. It looks like no one has used this thing in ages.’

Heaving a heavy sigh, Jasper was pretty sure that wasn’t true. Stepping cautiously down the hall, he’d turn quickly around corners ready to shoot if necessary. Every room was empty, just like his men said.

The lighted path finally opened up in to a fairly large control room and just what he was looking for. A pilot.

Gun raised and ready, he kept his vision trained on the woman. “I am Commander Jasper Kelran. This ship is now the property of the Terradyne Federation. State your name and your business.”

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Ocha – Feb 2, 2009 at 3:37 AM

[dash]Saniya

Painted eyes blinked at the gun now pointed. Saniya was very aware of the lack of anything like a breeze in a ship and for some reason wish there was one. She felt the layers of her skirt and sari, the fabric of her choli against her skin. “My name is Saniya Karamchand.” He’d either not recognize the name, only slightly recognize the name because of her father, or know who she was. She hoped it wasn’t the last.

Welcome aboard me Commander. Have you come for me?

Thea’s feminine voice seemed to come from the pilot’s chair. Saniya thought that the ship could have thought of a better way of asking her question but so be it.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Feb 2, 2009 at 4:06 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1251]Jasper Kelran

“The fuck…?” Though his gun didn’t waver, Jasper did cast a quick surprised look over at the chair before casting Saniya a scowl. Titan class ship. How could he have forgotten… They were called living ships for a good reason. It seemed this one had yet to choose it’s pilot. That could work for his advantage.

Raising his hand, he pressed the comlink on his collar. “I am in the control center. There is no pilot, but there is a Saniya Karamchand on board. Have you found any crew?”

‘Negative, Commander. Ship is empty. ‘Commander Kelran, this is Gantoon. That woman has been labeled as a possible terrorist threat to the Terradyne Federation. Orders are to execute on sight.’

“She’s unarmed. I’m taking her in to custody and brining her onb-”

‘I repeat, Kelran. Your orders are direct from the Terradyne to execute.’

“It’s my ship and I give the orders. This woman is being taken in to custody.”

‘Note, if you don’t follow direct orders by the Terradyne you will be relieved of your position, labeled as an enemy to the state and arrested for treason. This is your final warning. Execute the captive so that we may claim the ship.’

“Gantoon, get that stick out of your ass. No one i-”

‘Wrong choice.’

The comlink FZZT as the connection was cut. Jasper tried to call up his team and back to his cruiser, but received no reply. That traitorous mutinous bitch…! Jasper was already turning on a heel to leave the control room and return back to his. He was going to straighten this shit out, even if it meant strangling Commander Gantoon with his bare hands. The unarmed woman was the least of his concerns!

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Ocha – Feb 2, 2009 at 4:16 AM

[dash]Saniya

Execute? They couldn’t be serious, even if the whole government had gone nuts she hadn’t done anything. Then it occurred to her that guilt by association and being the daughter of people in high positions was likely a more deadly combination then she had realized. It was surprising she’d gotten away at all if this were the case. Or perhaps because they couldn’t find her she was considered more a threat. All the possibilities were swirling in her mind.

She wasn’t dead though, and she really wanted to stay that way. “Wait!” She also didn’t want to see someone else die for her. “Are your men loyal to you, or to Terradyne?”

They are now receiving orders from Commander Gantoon. I am blocking access to the control room.

Well that answered that question.

Commander Kelran, I ask once more, have you come for me?

“Thea, this isn’t a good time,” Saniya muttered to the ship.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Feb 2, 2009 at 4:34 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1251]Jasper Kelran

The control room doors slid shut in his face. Accidentally letting out a growl of frustration, he leaned an arm on the door and rest his head against it.

There was no time to panic. Think it through. Gantoon had it out for him, and whether it was by legal means or not, he was now the enemy threat. Even if his men were loyal to him, trying to make the choice in the middle of a fight was risky. Going against Terradyne orders worse. He didn’t want to see his men dead and sure didn’t want to see himself dead.

Choice was obvious.

Muttering some really interesting curse phrases under his breath, Jasper holstered his gun as he marched across the control and dropped in to the pilots seat.

“Get those men off the ship and detach from the cruiser. As soon as the hatch is closed take off as fast as possible. We want a heard start before Gantoon realizes what happened. Then we’re going to have a chat about kidnapping Terradyne Commanders.”

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Ocha – Feb 3, 2009 at 1:51 AM

[dash]Saniya

Thea quickly followed Jasper’s orders, or perhaps she just didn’t like all the Terradynes poking around in her. Using some sort of gas that must have irritated the men’s eyes and throats they cautiously backed away until one genius mentioned the idea of bio-maskes and the 5 men did a full tilt retreat back to their ship.

Once they were no longer inside of Thea she closed the hatch and severed the attachment to the other ship.

Saniya had quickly found her own seat when she noticed Thea closing the hatch, she was not going to be taken by surprise of the sudden acceleration of the ship. Not that the gravity generator wouldn’t compensate, but they had the outer view screen on and that could be very disorientation. Especially the first time.

In fact there was almost no warning as Thea went from being engine dead in space to going into overdrive in what almost amounted to the blink of an eye.

Now then Jasper Kelran, we must discuss if you are to be my pilot.

The tone of the AI’s voice in fact almost matched the studying look that Saniya was now giving Jasper. Though the ship was confident, Saniya was just curious.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Feb 7, 2009 at 7:35 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1251]Jasper Kelran

“I’m pretty damned sure I’m already your pilot.” replied Jasper to the ship’s voice. For the time being, he was ignoring the woman in the sari. A Terradyne fugitive she might be, but it was clearly obvious that she was no threat to himself and quite possibly not even able to control this cheeky little vessel.

Jasper knew Titan ships well enough to know they were pretty damned picky about their pilots and crew. But that was another issue he really didn’t care about. He tapping in to the system, looking up the specs on the ship. Previous pilot, as expected, had no affiliation with the Terradyne. A tradesmen of legal goods. …Ah, Genesis Coalition. This particular vessel had been missing a long time, possibly since the start of the terrorist group.

“Thea. Your name is Thea. …Well, Thea, we need to get somewhere outside of Terradyne influence. Not affiliated with Genesis. I refused to be dragged in to rebel nonsense.” That is when he turned around in his chair to eye Saniya with a cool stare. “Any nonsense.”

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Ocha – Feb 24, 2009 at 9:46 PM

[dash]Saniya

Saniya gave Jasper a slight frown and shrugged her shoulders. She had no desire to get involved in nonsense after all. Granted she had a desire for the truth, but there had to be ways to get that without having half the Terradyne Federation after her!

If you are going to be my pilot then getting out of Terradyne influence would be advisable. I will not be used against my function. I am a trade vesile. If you are agreeable to this. Will be loyal to the crew then you will be my pilot and we will have the navigator set a course for you.

Saniya thought that Thea’s demands were very reasonable. She wondered if a military man could become a privateer though. “Wait, what navigator?”[/dash]

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Divinatas – Mar 19, 2009 at 1:28 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1251]Jasper Kelran

“Welcome to the crew, Navigator Karamchand.” Jasper replied with a rather grim smirk. It was dark humor for sure, accepting this outrageous proposition. But when choices were few and far between, he’d rather be the one making them than that bitch Gantoon or anyone else.

“All right then, Thea. You’ve got yourself a pilot. If the Navigator will chart our course…” he started, already bringing up the schematics, and more importantly, the infodex. If this was his ship now, he was going to do it by the book. A crew log, supply log, mission agenda… A snort escaped him. Mission indeed.

Mission One; Contact Terradyne not in Gantoon’s pocket. Get job back. …Investigate Saniya Karamchand.

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Ocha – May 14, 2009 at 2:49 PM

[dash]Saniya

“But what do I know about being a navigator?” she muttered under her breath as she placed her palms on the arm rest that then wrapped around her hands. A helm connected to the back of her chair wrapped around as well and there was now the sensation that she was in fact in the mapping system of Thea.

It was disorienting. Saniya after a moment realized that she could in fact explore the whole mapped universe this way, which was very exciting for a hobby star watcher. However she would have to do that in her own time right now she needed to find them a planet and a safe route that wasn’t aligned to anyone. That told Saniya they needed to go to the Ambe systems. They were a loose federation of planetary powers that was able to keep Terradyne out and had no desire to be connected with Genesis because it didn’t have to be.

As for the exact planet. Belpir was the most well known and the last place Saniya would ever want to go. From her impression of Jasper Kelran she doubted he would have ever gone there as well. It was perfect.

After a few moments Jasper had a course that avoided super novas and army bases.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Jun 23, 2009 at 12:05 AM

PLANET BELPIR, AMBE SYSTEM
[bg=#000000][so=#404040][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1687[/imga]Jasper Kelran

Belpir. It was one of the last places Jasper wanted to set foot on. Especially without a team of armed men and a few explosives strapped to his back. Yet, here he was walking in to a large building – a warehouse – looking for the supplies that Thea so urgently requested. Had he known that the living ship would be a constant nuisance to his personal space, he might have jettisoned himself out the airlock.

Thea’s eagerness to learn about ‘her pilot’ had prevented him from investigating Saniya Karamchand. For two days he answered questions to the ship as he himself attempted to get to know it better. Were he not so annoyed by the presence, he might have been impressed with how intelligent the ship could be. It’s construction was equally as impressive. Thea could adapt and repair. Besides the main bridge of control, there was a galley with full kitchen, supply room, public shower and bath, conference room, holding cells, cargo bay, and even private quarters. That was just the areas he was able to examine and get cleaned up before they had arrived in Belpir.

For now, Jasper was hunting down oddly named parts and fuels in the warehouse. They were going to need communication links built specifically for use with Thea. Secondly, he was going to have to hunt down contacts. People he could trust inside the Terradyne Federation – if they even existed. The one thing he did not want was to get involved with Genesis. He was already on the Terradyne’s shitlist thanks to Gantoon, he was not going to make it worse.

“How the fuck can it get any worse.” he muttered under his breath. [/so][/bg]

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Ocha – Jul 14, 2009 at 5:28 PM

[dash]Saniya

For what it was worth at least they were not in the sleazy part of the planet. At least not yet. They were looking for supplies for Thea and when they first landed in port it was suggested they might want to do their shopping here.

Here was a warehouse that was only in slightly better repair than the station she found Thea in. Jasper could have given her a list of things to look for so they could finish this up faster, but when she mentioned the idea he turned it down. He didn’t trust her, it was obvious and while a logical part of her could perhaps understand his paranoia, that was not the part of her that needed to be convinced that he wouldn’t turn her in as soon as he could to Terradyne.

So instead of doing something useful Saniya was following behind Jasper. Trailing behind was more accurate. She wasn’t feeling much motivation for keeping up, but she wasn’t going to lose him either. Oh no, she had no intention of being stuck on this planet!

Hearing Jasper muttering Saniya smirked though her back was turned to him at the moment. “Do you really want me to answer that question?”[/dash]

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Divinatas – Oct 28, 2009 at 6:06 PM

[bg=#000000][so=#404040][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1687[/imga]Jasper Kelran

“No.” Answered Jasper curtly, despite the fact the question was probably rhetorical. As he stalked by a big empty crate, he hefted it up. Now with something to drop supplies in to, he would periodically stop near stacked shelves in the warehouse and drop objects in to the crate.

Eventually one of the clerks approached them. An older man with an awful sunny disposition for the run down looking place they were in. “What can ah do far ya?” he asked.

Resting the crate at his side, Jasper pulled a hastily written list out of his vest. “I need it all in two hours. Delivered to ship at the docks called Thea. Don’t try to load her. Just drop it off.”

Though the clerk looked curious, he just nodded as he took the list with him. It wouldn’t be the first time getting requests like that!

“When we leave here, we’re going to find a communication station.” Jasper mentioned directly to Saniya. “Someone is going to clear this shit up.” he muttered under his breath, grabbing another item off the shelf to toss in to the crate.
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Ocha – Nov 4, 2009 at 12:52 PM

[dash]Saniya

“This shit, as you put it, is the result of decay and corruption and if you think this is going to be cleared up with one little call to your superiors then you likely would have been better off to have let your people take you,” granted Saniya would likely have been dead if he’d done that, but she didn’t see anything good by contacting people higher up in the command. Saniya didn’t believe everyone involved in Terradyne was corrupt and only interested in their own best interest, but enough would be.

All that was said in a hush voice that carried no further then Jasper’s ears. She wasn’t inclined to have anyone overhear what she had to say. This man though, she’d already figured out he was headstrong, maybe a bit of a bully. He’d taken to being Thea’s pilot with easy, grumbling perhaps, but with ease. She had avoided actually talking to him on the ship. There wasn’t anything to say after all and Thea seemed very interested in knowing everything about him. He would contact someone and Saniya could almost hate him for it. Almost though, he was brain washed like so many others.

She’d only gotten a glance of the lists but it had been enough to see what they were shopping for. Not that she understood even a third of it. Grabbing one of the few pieces of equipment Saniya recognized from the original list that Japser didn’t put on the heavy parts list she silently put it in Jasper’s crate. [/dash]

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Categories
Misc RP Logs

[Diocha] Elswen Timewarp

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Title: Elswen: The Time Warp
Number: 837
Date: Nov 2, 2009 at 6:53 PM
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Ocha – Nov 2, 2009 at 6:53 PM

Autumn Manor was empty. Sasha had been living alone there for years now. Kendal had moved, and Harrison was no longer working for her and her family. The details were all sorta murky and unimportant. No one came to the manor unless they wanted the witch to do something for them. Not that people of Elswen had ever ventured up the hill very often in the town’s history.

Upon waking Sasha wrapped herself in a worn out looking house coat and walked down the stairs, careful to avoid the step that needed repair. Much of the manor needed repair. It would likely be condemned if it were in the middle of a neighborhood.

Passing a dusty mirror, the witch of Elswen paused and looked at her reflection. “What’s wrong with you girl? You don’t mope around!” This was all so stupid. What was she doing just hiding from the world up here in her family’s home? Using the sleeve of the house coat, Sasha dusted off the mirror and with her hands on her hips looked at herself. “Look at you, look at this place, there needs to be some major work done around here!”

With renewed spirit, Sasha made her way into the kitchen and looked at the radio. It hadn’t worked in years. Best to start with little things. Rubbing her hands together she bespoke the spirits of gadgets and the airwaves and after a few moments there was static, and then the familiar voice of Elswen’s favorite DJ!

There was a voice she missed. How could she have missed one morning let alone… well she couldn’t recall how long it had been. Sasha frowned to herself. It didn’t matter, she wasn’t going to dwell on the past.

Or so she thought as she started eating her breakfast and listened to the morning show. Slowly though she realized that she did want to revisit the past sorta. It would be good to get out of the house, and even if Aidan was now married, he’d always been a good friend.

That decided Sasha. Once she was done eating she headed back up stairs. Her wardrobe was horrid! What had she been wearing all these years? It took digging around in some old chests but Sasha finally got a cute skirt and sweater outfit. Looking at her hair, she made a decision that it was time to get rid of the grey! It took a few tries before she got a lighter red then her old color that looked good on her.

Feeling refreshed and like her old self, Sasha decided that the town did not need to know she was out just yet and would not take Lord Luck out. Instead she made a gateway, and found herself leaving her study, and entering the hallway of the radio station.

Hoping things hadn’t changed too much she headed down to where Aidan’s office use to be. It looked just about the same. Smiling she sat down in his chair and waited.

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Divinatas – Nov 2, 2009 at 10:26 PM

Re: The Time Warp

[bg=#26232A][so=#414D59][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1870[/imga]Aidan MacGregor

“And that’s it for today’s show. We’d like to thank out guests for paying us a visit. Don’t forget to tune in next week when we have fame Alien Psychologist, Doctor Haldruid Amberstein.” Bing! Aidan pulled off his headset and ran his fingers through his hair. What a morning. Sometimes their guests were a little weird, but.. they always were.

But what had him all unsettled was… everything else.

As he rose out of his chair, greeting the next guy to go on with a friendly grin, Aidan was still trying to figure out why his life just wasn’t quite fitting. It’s like he rolled out of bed and put on the wrong shoes.

In the employees lounge, he grabbed himself a cup of coffee and blinked wearily at his reflection in one of the mirrors. There were a few crinkles around his eyes, a little grey at his temples. That didn’t bother him. Getting old was a part of life. He had been woken up by two very rowdy kids and a big fluffy dog. That hadn’t bothered him too much either. Aidan loved his children, there was no doubt about that. Going downstairs to kiss his wife on the cheek, then it was starting to feel odd. Rebecca was as beautiful now as the day he met her – …when did he meet her again? Was it on the show? At the park…?

The more he thought about it, the more confused he was. Their wedding day, when they bought the houses. Their children. It all just… kinda frittered away in his brain unable to be visualized.

Now, he was shrugging a shoulder, chocking it up to old age. Rebecca had said this morning that he was eating too much sugar and it was bad for his health.

As Aidan walked in to his office, at first he didn’t notice the woman there. But as the familiarity registered, Aidan broke in to a wide smile. This was someone he remembered perfectly. Sasha Novellino. The woman he had sworn up and down that he was going to marry someday.

…weird how life turns out. He couldn’t remember when that all changed.

“Good Mornin’! Always makes my day to see a pretty face.”
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Ocha – Nov 2, 2009 at 11:01 PM

Re: The Time Warp

Sasha had been sitting in Aidan’s chair with what those closest to her would refer to as her customer smile. It was polite but she held herself in reserve. Her whole body had in fact conveyed the fact that she was holding herself back when he first entered, but with just one smile Aidan melted away that control as she got up smiling back at him.

“After all these years you’re still a flatterer,” she walked over so she was right in front of him. “I enjoyed your show.” No, not all the control was gone if Sasha was to be fully impulsive she would have given him a hug right then and there, but she had to remind herself that he was married and well they hadn’t seen each other in years it would be awkward!

Except it didn’t feel like years. More then that though was she didn’t know why he was married to someone else. What had happened. “You’re looking well.” Sasha kept her hands clasped in front of her less she did something foolish.

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Divinatas – Nov 2, 2009 at 11:59 PM

Re: The Time Warp

[bg=#26232A][so=#414D59][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1870[/imga]Aidan MacGregor

Scratching his head, Aidan sat down in his chair with a lopsided grin. Why was it, that he could remember things like taking Sasha out to the docks for oyster stew, or getting locked in the basement on Halloween, but he couldn’t even recall his wife’s maiden name? He glanced at one of the pictures on the desk. It was him, Rebecca and the kids on a vacation he didn’t remember taking.

Aidan leaned back in his chair, taking a big gulp of his coffee. “Do I? Don’t quite feel myself today. Got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. How about you? What angel decided to bless me with a visit this morning?”
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Ocha – Nov 3, 2009 at 12:09 AM

Re: The Time Warp

Sasha tilted her head with a smirk. “Funny you should say that, I feel like I just got out of a funk. Do you realize I barely have left the manor since,” she paused. “I suppose since your wedding.” The redhead frowned slightly. “You know, it’s funny, I know I was a bride’s maid, but …” She shook her head. “Never mind that.”

Still with a playful smirk on her lips she put her hands behind her back. “Unless of course the coffee here has improved over the years, how about you treat me to coffee?” Sasha should have been ashamed of herself asking a married man to buy her coffee, but it was Aidan. Surely he was worth all sorts of exceptions. “You can catch me up on all the amazing things you’ve been up to.”

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Divinatas – Nov 3, 2009 at 8:24 PM

Re: The Time Warp

[bg=#26232A][so=#414D59][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1870[/imga]Aidan MacGregor

Sasha was a bridesmaid at his wedding? He really was forgetting a lot.

Looking down at the cup of coffee he had, he grimaced. Nope, the coffee was just as bad as ever. Aidan was more than happy to rise from his seat and retrieve his jacket from a hanger.

“Coffee sounds great, actually. I honestly can’t remember the last time I had a decent cup of coffee.” Yes he can! …well, that “last time” must have been at least twenty years ago. He had talked Sasha in to joining him for lunch and they discussed why you never saw male faeries flying around. He could clearly recall trying to argue that brownies couldn’t be considered faeries, but he had no idea what he did last year for his birthday.

“All right, how about some donuts with that coffee?”
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Ocha – Nov 3, 2009 at 9:53 PM

Re: The Time Warp

[dash]Sasha Novellino

“Donuts sound great. Guess that means we’re going to Tiny’s Bakery,” Sasha said with a smile that once more turned as confusion rippled briefly across her face. “Tiny’s still open? I can’t remember the last time I went out.”

As she walked out of the office and down the hall she shrugged. “I guess I haven’t been out much of anywhere lately.” That got her thinking, she realized she hadn’t done much of anything since Aidan got married. In fact, other then that blaring fact, everything was somewhat mushy as to her motives and reasons for anything.

Going into the elevator, Sasha stood next to Aidan, her hand briefly brushing his.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Nov 4, 2009 at 7:23 PM

Re: The Time Warp

[bg=#26232A][so=#414D59][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1870[/imga]Aidan MacGregor

“I’m pretty sure Tiny’s is still open.” He was going to say he hadn’t been anywhere either, but surely he had to of been. Her hand brushed his and his fingers moved instinctive to take her hand – but he had to suddenly stop himself. What the hell was he doing? He was a married man, for god’s sake! Five minutes with an old flame and suddenly he was out of control?

Aidan forced himself to distance a step or two away as the elevator stopped at the bottom floor and they stepped out. Yet, he did gave that half grin as he always did, despite the thoughts running through his head. Off day indeed. He really needed some food and coffee in him!
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Ocha – Nov 4, 2009 at 9:41 PM

Re: The Time Warp

[dash]Sasha Novellino

For a moment Sasha got the feeling that Aidan was purposely trying to keep his distance from her, and for that brief moment she was a bit hurt. Aidan had always done the opposite if anything. With that smile of his though Sasha realized she was overanalyzing things and gave a slight smirk as they walked out the elevator, across the lobby and then outside.

The air was cold as they walked outside. This seemed to surprise Sasha almost as much as everything else. For some reason she had thought it would be a warm sunny day. Instead it looked like rain was threatening.

“I guess we don’t want to casually stroll if we don’t want to get wet.”[/dash]

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Divinatas – Nov 17, 2009 at 2:24 AM

Re: The Time Warp

(11:57:30 PM) Aidan: The first thing Aidan thought of was Sasha covered in rain water and the way her shirts would cling to her skin. This was unacceptable for a married man, so he tried to replace the thought with his wife and… it just wasn’t coming. He couldn’t even picture his own wife with ease? Aidan coughed, nodded quickly as he took Sasha’s hand for the two of them to briskly walk down the sidewalk.
(11/17/2009 12:02:02 AM) Sasha: Sasha didn’t really think twice as Aidan took her hand instead she just made sure to match his pace, which was really second nature. They got across the street and were walking down the block when the clouds finally burst open. “Never had a chance did we?” She was talking about getting wet, but then realized that was all she meant!
(12:07:56 AM) Aidan: “It always comes down faster than you realize.” he replied, taking a look outside. Aidan had never thought himself to be superstitious, but something about today just seemed like bad news. Shaking it off with a sigh, he cast a wide grin at Sasha. “So what are you in the mood for today?”
(12:11:02 AM) Sasha: Sasha answered Aidan’s smile with a smirk. “we can start at Tiny’s and see where the day takes—“. The thunder roared at them.
(12:18:07 AM) Aidan: Bad omens. “All this rain, I’d say hot chocolate is in order. I think they’re having a special on soup today…” He hadn’t seen Sasha in years, was this why? Bad thoughts and feelings he shouldn’t of been having. Clearing his throat, he was the first up to the counter, ordering for the both of them and knowing exactly what Sasha was interested in that day simply by the expression on her face.
(12:28:26 AM) Sasha: Perfect. Then again Aidan usually knew what to order for her on a day like this. “I’m almost glad the weather turned.” At least she thought it was a turn in the seasons.
(12:30:41 AM) Aidan: “Can’t say it looks all that friendly.” He waited patiently as their order was brought up, paid and took the tray over to one of the tables. He picked a place in the corner of the building, away the window where they would usually sit and look outside. Today, he didn’t think he wanted to be in full view of the world. Almost like he was sneaking around and afraid his wife would find out. But… they were just having some lunch?
(12:46:29 AM) Sasha: Lunch was perfectly harmless. Sitting Sasha sipped her cocoa. “Of the weather dried ip we she go to the park.”. Wait shouldn’t he do that with his kids. And wife. Bother.
(12:49:06 AM) Aidan: Aidan was also thinking of his wife and kids. Kids he didn’t even recall the name of. THAT in itself wasn’t sitting well with him. He was sure there wasn’t anything more important to him than his own kids! Aidan sat down his spoon, looking suddenly serious. “Has this morning been… odd for you?”
(12:53:22 AM) Sasha: “Odd?” Sasha tilted her head. “I…I really don’t know. I mean of feels like I woke up from sort of dream.”. She then looked around.
(1:04:55 AM) Aidan: “Or still dreaming.” Aidan sighed, finally giving a shrug and a halg grin. “Sorry. Guess I’m not feeling myself today. Woke up on the wrong side of the world this morning.”
(1:09:28 AM) Sasha: “Aidan I wonder if…” “Aidan there you are. I went to the station but they said you already left.” And there was Aidan’s lovely bride looking all sweet,except when she looked at just who Aidan was lunching with. “A surprise to see you out Sasha.” And she gave the red head witch a smile.
(1:11:11 AM) Aidan: “Rebecca.” Aidan stood, leaning to give his wife a kiss on the cheek, because that is what you did when your wife arrived! She was lovely, and attractive. Not unexpected but… Aidan coughed. “We were just catching up on old times. Would you like to join us?”

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Ocha – Dec 11, 2009 at 10:20 PM

Re: The Time Warp

[dash]Sasha Novellino

“Of course,” Rebecca said and if she was giving Sasha an odd look or three it was understandable in the fact that it seemed Sasha had not been out in years.

“I was just asking Aidan about his kids,” Sasha lied. As she spoke she put her parsley on Aidan’s plate. It was a habit she picked up a while back after noticing that he’d occasionally chew on a bit after dinner. Not that he needed more, but it seemed amusing to Sasha when she first did it. “How old are they now?”

“Eight and ten,” Rebecca replied after looking surprised at the question. It was a normal enough question Sasha though.

“So young still,” Sasha said more out of needing to say something.

“We waited to have children so that Aidan could concentrate on his career.”

“Oh,” suddenly all sorts of warning bells went off in Sasha’s head. His career? Aidan loved his job, was great at it, that was the reason he was asked to MC the benefit dinner last night after all, but he would never put his job ahead of his family!

Wait, last night? No, that couldn’t be right, she had driven him back to his place and, no, she must be losing it.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Dec 12, 2009 at 9:59 PM

Re: The Time Warp

[bg=#26232A][so=#414D59][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1870[/imga]Aidan MacGregor

Concentrate on his career. He was a morning show radio DJ, there was no way it’d stop him from having kids with Sa- With his wife. This was starting to give him a headache.

Settling in his seat with Rebecca sitting next to him, the entire scene was decidedly uncomfortable. It was like getting caught red handed doing something you shouldn’t – and worse, wishing you had a few more minutes wife free to finish what you were doing.

“I guess… waiting was the better idea for us.” Guessed. Because he could not remember any sort of conversation about children.

“Now uh… What have you been up to lately, Sasha?”
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Ocha – Dec 12, 2009 at 10:14 PM

Re: The Time Warp

[dash]Sasha Novellino

Had the world gone mad, or just her? Sasha looked at the happy couple and realized that she couldn’t even rely on that. Aidan looked stressed and Rebecca, well she didn’t know her but she looked like she was hiding some irritation. Or at least Sasha was pretty sure she didn’t know Rebecca, even if she was a maid of honor. Why was she a maid of honor? Sasha couldn’t even recall their wedding.

“What I’ve been doing?” Sasha said slowly stalling on the question. What had she been doing?

“Now Aidan you shouldn’t ask her uncomfortable questions like that. It’s amazing she’s even in town, and looking better then I expected too.” Rebecca said sweetly as she patted Aidan’s hand.

That was it, Sasha didn’t know what the hell was going on, but she knew one thing for certain. She did NOT like Rebecca, and it had everything and nothing to do with Aidan.

“You should know, I’m full of surprises,” then Sasha stood up.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Jan 2, 2010 at 6:02 PM

Re: The Time Warp

(12:48:42 AM) Diana: Aidan, though still uncomfortable, couldn’t help but give a half smile at Sasha being full of surprises. She had been since the day they had met. He finally cleared his throat, also rising from his chair. "You’re not leaving already, are you, Sasha? There’s so much we have to… catch up on." Catch up, figure out, remember… It was complicated.
(12:52:55 AM) Ocha: By this point Rebecca had already stood and was trying to not look unpleased with Aidan, but the sour expression was coming through.
"I know, but I just sorta burst in on things today. It will be better planned next time." Sasha then went over and hugged Rebecca. "It was good to see you…" Oh yes, it was good to meet the enemy. Then because since she hugged the wife it wouldn’t at all be unproper to now hug the husband, Sasha did so. "Take care," was the words that were heard by everyone else, but Aidan’s ears got the whisper "Be careful." Then Sasha stood back from him still smiling politely.
(12:55:12 AM) Diana: Be careful. When Sasha told him to be careful… Aidan nodded, casting her an easy smile. But it wasn’t his normal carefree one. It was a bit worried. "Until next time. It was good to see you." He finally turned to his wife, heaving a heavy sigh. Moreso at himself than her. He should be happy to see his own wife! "How was your day, Rebecca?"
(12:57:32 AM) Ocha: "Til next we meet," the red head witch said as she turned and left, between her fingers was now a piece of Aidan’s hair she picked off his shirt when she hugged him.
Rebecca watched Sasha leave before she turned to Aidan. "It was good. That is until I found you not at the station!"
(1:00:55 AM) Diana: "Ah, yeah…" he replied, scratching her head in embarrassment. "I guess I should have called?" He wasn’t used to having to call someone when he was going to be late. Sasha had always seemed to know when he was going to show up and when he wasn’t! Aidan cleared his throat again. "I uh… hrrm. I’m not feeling to well today, Rebecca, how about we head home?"
(1:03:27 AM) Ocha: "I think that would be an excellent idea." Even though outside it had been storming, by the time they headed out of the shop it had stopped raining, even if it was not clear. Their was also a biting chill to the air that seemed unseasonable, or was it? It was sorta hard to tell what time of year it was.
Meanwhile at a park, Sasha was watching people. Everyone seemed somehow not real and it bothered her. She was either loosing touch with reality or reality had lost touch… and that’s when it hit her… where was Cloud?
(1:11:06 AM) Diana: Aidan didn’t offer her his arm or his hand like he might have done with Sasha. It just seemed… wrong. Wrong with his WIFE, of all people. Instead it stuffed his hands in his pockets, walking along and eyeing the weather. Everything about Elswen looks exactly the same. Like it hadn’t changed for years. It was just… lacking all that charm and personality that he loved about it. Those little things most people took for granted. "Did you have a good day today?"
(1:14:50 AM) Ocha: "Yes, you already asked me that," she said. "You seem distraught. I know what it is, it’s seeing HER." They continued walking in the direction of home. The cute little house he had woken up in with the white picket pence in the cookie-cutter neighborhood. "I don’t think it’s a very good idea for you to just start having coffee with her Aidan. I mean, people will talk." Rebecca said it trying to sound very logical.
Cloud was somewhere, but for some reason it was as though she was trying to call to a sleeping mind, but not. It was confusing, but it was making Sasha feel better about her own perspective. She at least wasn’t going crazy. Now it was time to make sure Aidan was safe.
(1:18:44 AM) Diana: "Did I?" He hadn’t even realized he repeated the same question. It was disorienting. Aidan took a good look at "their" house. As nice as it was, it just didn’t feel right. Like he didn’t get a say in the matter. Sometimes he had opinions of his own. "No, no, it wasn’t her. I’ve been feeling a little off all day. Since I woke up. I work at the Morning Show, never did care about people thinking I’m weird." He cast her a weak smile.
(1:22:22 AM) Ocha: Rebecca frowned. "Aidan, I’m serious. Think about your family!"
Sasha was looking at the bird in her hands with surprise. Sure she was a powerful witch with a long line of witches, wizards, shamans and assorted oddfellows, but she should have needed to do more then think about what sort of creature she wanted to create to track Aidan for her, but there it was, a happy blue bird. "Well, I shouldn’t look a giftbird in the mouth." And she sent the bird off into the sky.
(1:26:31 AM) Diana: "Now, woman, I always think about my family." THAT made him a bit mad. There was nothing more important to him than the people he loved. His wife should know that after this many years. "People talk. That’s not something we should ever have to worry about."
(1:31:24 AM) Ocha: Rebecca looked frustrated to say the least as the walked through the living room. "I’m… I’m just saying I’d feel better about this if … um… if it wasn’t so… Look, I just feel uncomfortable with the idea of you seeing her by yourself." In their bedroom, on the outside ledge was a happy blue bird singing despite the rain that had started once more.
(1:33:30 AM) Diana: Aidan was looking at the bird while he scratched the back of his head. He couldn’t believe they haven’t had this conversation before. If they had… he couldn’t believe he hadn’t put his foot down! "Rebecca, you are my wife. She isn’t. But she IS my friend. I won’t push Sasha out of my life."
(1:39:30 AM) Ocha: "Who you haven’t seen in years," she reminded him in a very cold way. "Maybe you should take a nap while I fix dinner." Rebecca snapped her fingers by her side and Aidan indeed felt sleepy.
(1:42:46 AM) Diana: Pinching the bridge of his nose, he shook his head a bit. He didn’t want to take a nap, they had things to discuss. "That’s not a good idea. We need to talk about this. There’s no reason to be jealous, I would never cheat on the woman I married!"
(1:48:51 AM) Ocha: "No, of course you wouldn’t Aidan. You’re a loyal man." Rebecca was heading to the door though and Aidan had found himself sitting on the bed. "Now I’m going to fix dinner." Outside the bird had stopped singing and was looking in the window. Then it tapped the window with it’s beak.
(2:04:23 AM) Diana: Sitting on the bed, Aidan cast the bird another look before he tilted back in an exasperated flop. He was tired, but this woman was frustrating him to all hell! It took a minute before he could force him to roll and reach an arm out to the window and open it up for the bird.
(2:06:50 AM) Ocha: The bird hopped over to Aidan, moving it’s head up and around to look at him before hopping close enough to touch the DJ. It could have been the lights, but not likely in Elswen, but the bird seemed to fade for a moment at the same time Aidan seemed to feel less tired. It chirped inquiringly at him.
(2:08:33 AM) Diana: Leaning up on his elbows he eyed the bird a second time. "This house isn’t right. I’m starting to think this isn’t where I’m supposed to be." He answered, whether the bird asked him a question or not. "I just… Need to figure out what’s going on here."
(2:12:04 AM) Ocha: At this the bird fluttered it’s wings flying half way to the door then back to Aidan a few times.
Meanwhile at the park, Sasha had her eyes half closed under a tree, not in the least concerned with the rain or being wet. She was trying to have her mind at two places at once, one being the past, and wasn’t even worried about her surroundings.

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Ocha – Jan 5, 2010 at 9:53 PM

Re: The Time Warp

At first Sasha was a bit annoyed with how her memory wandered. She wanted to try to remember most recently, but instead of what happened yesterday, or last week she once again was reminded of the benefit dinner.

With a deep breath Sasha relaxed. If her subconscious was brining this up instead perhaps there was a clue to the current detachment of today’s events.

Aidan had been asked to MC the twentieth anniversary of the People Helping Folks Coalition. It was a charity organization that helped disenfranchised peoples. What was known, but never discussed is that it didn’t discriminate against non-human people in it’s work. That night though people would be coming out in their fineries having made a donation to come to the dinner.

There were going to be a lot of people making speeches and Aidan’s job was to make sure people didn’t end up falling asleep of course. Sasha had no doubts in his talent, but the DJ wanted a friendly face in the crowd. Sasha was not inclined to refuse and despite what Kendal wanted to say, it was not a date. After all you couldn’t consider something like this a date if someone was working!

That night Sasha was wearing a strapless blue-green gown that she was not uncomfortable with. At least not until she overheard Kendal making a comment to Aidan while she was grabbing her purse from the couch. Why did her sister have to inform him that she needed help with the back buttons to take it off! No, Sasha knew exactly why and she was going to have to strangle Kendal later for that.

Aidan though looked very good in his tux. Not that Sasha was unaware that he cleaned up nicely. They’d taken his truck into town and it surprised Sasha to learn that Aidan had been preparing for the event most of the day with things like dress rehearsal.

The event itself wasn’t dull, but in large part that was due to Aidan’s efforts and she made sure to smile at him every time he looked her way from the stage. By the end of the evening everyone was in agreement that it was a success.

With most the dinner guests gone, Aidan finally got to sit down with Sasha, and a few other people as they discussed the benefit and relaxed with a bit of wine. Sasha even took off her shoes under the table. At one point it was only Aidan and herself at the table and the DJ was wearing his long day. “You look exhausted. I can’t believe the station is going to expect you in the morning,” she had said while she had reached over and started rubbing the back of his head. Sure it was likely to make him want to sleep more, but she was already planning on offering to drive him back to his place.

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Divinatas – Jan 20, 2010 at 5:46 AM

Re: The Time Warp

(3:08:44 AM) Diana: Aidan’s plan to figure things out didn’t quite go as he had planned. One moment he was muttering to a bluebird and the next he was waking up in bed again. He must not have been asleep for too long, for it was afternoon still. He could smell something pleasant from the kitchen. …and was trying to remember what he had been thinking about before he laid down!
(3:11:56 AM) Ocha: Downstairs Rebecca had two plates set for lunch and did not look surprised when she saw him come in still a bit bed wraggled. The only odd thing seemed to be the fact that the curtains were tightly shut.
(3:14:50 AM) Diana: Rubbing his hands over his face, he dropped in to a chair. He had actually been expecting to see Sasha, but he got the feeling bringing that up was going to be more trouble than it was worth. …that’s right. Didn’t they have a fight about Sasha? He hadn’t seen Sasha in years, why was that… No, he just saw her this morning. Aidan picked up one of the glasses filled with juice and took a thoughtful sip. "Why’s the curtains shut up so tight?"
(3:17:27 AM) Ocha: "Oh, um… They’re a bit dirty. You weren’t suppose to notice till I cleaned them." she tried to smile casually. "Eat up before it gets cold."
(3:19:49 AM) Diana: When had he ever cared about dirty windows! With a slight frown he ate, but he was watching his WIFE like a hawk. Aidan never thought of himself like any grand detective or judge of character. But she was acting funny. After swallowing another bite and lifting up his glass, he tried a comment. "I was thinking I might visit some old friends today…"
(3:21:49 AM) Ocha: "Who would you want to visit?" Rebecca looked surprised and suspicious. She had even set down her spoon to look at him
(3:25:14 AM) Diana: "Some old friends. Maybe coworkers, college mates…. You know, I don’t think I’ve spoken to Kendal Davidson in ages." Kendal was Sasha’s sister, but did his wife know? It was irritating to think he couldn’t remember whether or not his wife knew his girlfr- Sasha’s sister! "I feel the need to wander around town. A little restless."
(3:28:56 AM) Ocha: "Davidson?" Rebecca asked as she tried to recall the name but couldn’t quite do it. "but… It’s already getting on in the afternoon and the kids will be home soon and I’m sure they’ll want you to help with their homework and…" the rain outside got harder and thunder rolled again.
(3:33:47 AM) Diana: "You can help them, can’t you? I think today I’d like to step out for myself." Aidan finished up lunch quick and rose from his chair. Rain or not, he wasn’t feeling too comfortable in this house. "I’ll just have a nice long chat with Kendal about her family, and be back later, all right?"
(3:37:23 AM) Ocha: There was a slight defeated look on Rebecca’s face. "Dont miss dinner." When he did get to the door she did say one more thing. "I do hope you recall where she lives dear."
(3:39:44 AM) Diana: Aidan cast her a half smile and gave her a salute. "She’d be in one of three places, I am sure of that." Before he grabbed his jacket off the coat wrack and stepped outside. And it just so happens, one of those three places is where Sasha would be as well!
(3:43:11 AM) Ocha: And really it was a good thing he wasn’t looking for any particular location because all the houses and buildings had that half remembered look, but when he saw a park there was only one soul there braving the storm. Eyes closed while sitting under a tree and not looking like she did earlier today but like she did the last time he saw her.
(3:46:34 AM) Diana: It was a stunning picture. Sasha sitting under a tree with her hair and clothes damp. Almost like she was sleeping, but he was aware she was awake. It never ceased to amaze him how much he liked the way her hair looked when it was wet from rain. He had to shake his head to clear it as he approached, stopping nearby with his hands in his pockets. "We’re having one of those days, I think."
(3:49:02 AM) Ocha: Looking up Sasha pushed some wet hair away from her face as she absently wiggled her toes. "This whole place is wrong. Nothing works like it’s suppose to."
(3:50:53 AM) Diana: "I don’t think it’s real." He turned his head to glance around for a second look. "It’s like when you’re walking in a dream and everything looks familiar, but it doesn’t really look exactly right."
(3:53:29 AM) Ocha: Sasha looked at him in surprise for a moment, then her eyes narrowed in thought. "Aidan, how exactly do you feel towords Rebecca? Do you love her?"
(3:56:51 AM) Diana: Aidan cast a sheepish grin. "If I give the honest answer, I’m afraid I might get shot down by lightning." He glanced up at the sky with a frown. "No. I don’t even know the woman. She says she’s my wife, but I would KNOW my wife. Nothing in the world would make me forget the woman I love."
(4:02:06 AM) Ocha: One thing was for sure Aidan was sure who was in charge of this dream, the same as Sasha suspected, though she was having the hardest of times looking like she didn’t catch everything he said, because she had and started feeling a tad warm despite the rain. Standing she did not glance away from him though. "I think this particular nightmare should end. Don’t you?"
(4:07:26 AM) Diana: His sheepish grin shifted to his usual genuine one. "It’s about time. I was going to ask if you wanted to have some cake at my place."
(4:09:33 AM) Ocha: "Is it chocolate?" she asked as she grabbed his wrist and led him around the tree till they were looking at the gate of Rebecca’s dream house.
(4:17:15 AM) Diana: "Would it be anything else?" Aidan’s mood had improved immensely, even as the skies seemed to be getting worse! He had no problem leading them through the front gate of the little house and in to the front door. "Rebecca. We need to talk."
(4:21:03 AM) Ocha: Suprise upon suprise. Rebecca looked surprised first to see Aidan, perhaps because he no longer looked middle aged and then surprised again to see Sasha with Aidan. Sasha who had not let go of Aidan. "You… You both should sleep." Sasha let out a yawn, but of boredom.
(4:26:56 AM) Diana: "Rebecca, I’m through sleeping. I think it’s about time we home. We -all- went home. Don’t you?" This time he wasn’t feeling sleepy. In fact, things were slowly becoming more and more clear! Sasha asked him if he needed a ride home, and he was happy to accept. He just needed to do one last thing before they left. That’s when he ran in to this woman…
(4:32:14 AM) Ocha: "Why? It would have been perfect here. It was suppose to be perfect. How did you get in!" Rebecca went from pleading to Aidan to accusing Sasha, but by this point the red head was smirking. "Oh, I didn’t follow if that’s what you think happened?"
(4:35:38 AM) Diana: Aidan shook his head sadly. "Perfect for you, Rebecca. Not for me. I don’t even know you!" He never liked moments like this! Telling a girl he wasn’t interested. But then, they didn’t usually come with such a weird situation either! "I’m sure you’ll have your perfect dream, but it is not going to be with me."
(4:39:29 AM) Ocha: Aidan was too nice which Sasha figured was always going to be a problem but in the other hand she wouldn’t want it any other way. "I don’t want to be dragged into another one of these so hand over the fetish." Rebecca was already heartbroken and was holding her left hand protectively against her body. "Come on, it’s not even a real ring!"
(4:43:51 AM) Diana: It was Aidan who held out his hand to Rebecca, not looking angry or accusing, just a little weary. "It’s all right. If you hold on to it, you’re going to miss Mr. Right. Mr. Right won’t ask out an already married woman." He cast her one of his wide kidding smiles.
(4:48:45 AM) Ocha: With her head down, Rebecca took off the ring and put it in Aidan’s hand. Then with a sob she ran out of the storage room. "I shouldn’t be surprised should I?"
(4:52:44 AM) Diana: Aidan eyed the ring before rubbing the back of his head in thought. "It could have been worse. Some big guy with muscles could of had you as his wife and I’d would’ve needed to beat him down. Don’t think I would make it out alive." He cracked her a grin.
(4:55:40 AM) Ocha: "You think I’d just stand back and watch?" Sasha snatched the ring out of his hand and examined it. "Tacky." though if it was the magic or the actual ring wasn’t specified.
(5:06:10 AM) Diana: "Stand back and watch? Never. Doubt there would be an Aidan Mac Morning Radio host if you did." Grinning again, he leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek. "How about that ride home and chocolate cake?"
(5:13:29 AM) Ocha: "I need my morning radio." Aidan got a surprised, but happy look from the witch. Sasha made a fist around the ring then sat it on a shelf, now just a tacky ring. "Alright, though I might just stay up and watch the sun rise. Can’t say I’m very sleep."

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Categories
Misc RP Logs

[Diocha] Elswen: No Little Problem

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Title: Elswen: No Little Problem
Number: 914
Date: Jan 23, 2010 at 4:04 AM
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Divinatas – Jan 23, 2010 at 4:04 AM

Another typical day at the ELSWN Radio station! Aidan had been up and out of his apartment early as ever, still half asleep until he had to suffer through that awful coffee they always had in the break room. That morning’s show had been about JELLYFISH and the Men who loved them! A little bizarre for his tastes, but he and Natalia enjoyed several laughs over it.

With the show over, Aidan had snagged another miserable cup of coffee along with the days paperwork and headed off to his office. He stepped inside, setting his cup and folder on the desk. Then moved to hang his coat on the rack by the door.

That’s when he heard a giggle. Aidan turned around slowly, just as his office chair turned around to face him. Right there was an adorable little redhead with green eyes. …and about 20 plus years too young for him. His first thought was that a coworkers kid had popped in to his office, but… but she just looked so much like a mini version of those Novellino sisters!

So it was no wide stretch when he slapped his hands over his face and groaned.

“…Sasha?”

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Ocha – Jan 23, 2010 at 11:15 AM

[dash]Sasha Novellino

“Hello Aidan,” she said as though he had greeted her and not like he was looking at her dumbfounded. She then turned her head a little and grabbed something off the chair beside her. “Say hello too Cloud,” and she held up a small green gecko that may or may not looked exhausted as it was held by it’s little mistress.

Sasha was slightly kicking her pink shoed feet back and forth as she sat on the chair. In fact it was the dominate color in her outfit. Pink skirt with a pink shirt with a white tiger on it and white stockings with little pink hearts on them.

“I got up this morning and I wanted to see my favorite person so after breakfast, Harrison makes great oatmeal, oh and he found me this outfit, and he helped me with my hair too! Oh, so after breakfast I thought I’d take my bike but Harrison and Cloud seemed to think it was a bad idea and it’s too far to walk to town. Have you ever tried it? It takes forever! So I had to do it then other way, but you know what? It was easy! Like I’d done it over and over again. Isn’t that great? Hug please!”

By the end of the conversation, Sasha had been using her hands to explain things and poor Cloud had slipped out of her hand and crawled up her arm until he was able to climb on top of her head between her pigtails. She had pulled out her very sparkly pink wand before the end of her story, and it was indeed the same wand Sasha had been trying to hide when she and Kendal had been sick. Now she was holding out her arms expectedly.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Feb 9, 2010 at 10:09 AM

[bg=#26232A][so=#414D59][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1870[/imga]Aidan MacGregor

Aidan rubbed his face a bit before he took a second look at the girl. With her jumbled story, there was no mistaking Sasha for herself. Tiny version or not. Still in a bit of a confused daze, he crossed his office to lean over and give her a hug – which resulted in him having to pick her up when she didn’t let go.

This was a problem!

“Hoookay. I think we need to pay your sister a visit today. This is going to be one of those out-of-Aidan’s-hands days.” he was mostly speaking to himself as he held up Sasha in one hand and scribbled down a note on his desk with another. Kendal was probably already at work. All he’d have to do is show up there.

“Care to tell me why you’re a little… smaller than usual? Or you just havin’ a good morning today?”
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Divinatas – Apr 15, 2010 at 2:44 AM

(12:45:28 AM) Ocha: "We don’t want to see Kendal," Sasha said in a definate sort of way. "She’s always Miss Cranky. You know what we should do, we should go get strawberry shortcake!" The little redhead gave him another squeeze, but sensing that now she was up he wasn’t going to put her down, her arms around his neck were very loose.
(12:47:44 AM) Diana: Miss Cranky was often an accurate description of Kendal, but in a moment likes this, it was just going to have to be ignored. Aidan made a big show of giving it some serious thought before he finally shook his head. "No, I think we better talk to your sister. THEN we can get some strawberry shortcake. How about that?"
(12:49:48 AM) Ocha: Sasha put on her best pouty face. "Do we have to?" she asked with the elonging of nearly every vowel. Someone did not want to see their big sister today, which was a bit unusual. Sasha as an adult sometimes would roll her eyes when dealing with Kendal, and they sometimes bickered, but Aidan never seen them seem to actively avoid each other before.
(12:52:14 AM) Diana: "I think we do." he said, eyeing her for a moment. He was already carrying her out and they were on their way to his truck. "Any reason we don’t want to see big sister today?"
(12:54:44 AM) Ocha: "She’s a meanie…" Sasha said with a nod, then she sighed. "Maaaaybe we had a fight last night." Not that Sasha would admit to starting the fight or anything though.
(12:57:33 AM) Diana: "Aah. That does make a difference." Aidan didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know that any fight between Sasha and Kendal might get a little… tricky. In this case it was more ways than one! As he marched out of the truck, there were more curious stares, but he didn’t do more than smile and wave. He opened up the passenger’s door to set Sasha inside and scratched his head about how he’d get that seatbelt fastened just right. He didn’t exactly have a car seat for smaller ones!
(1:00:31 AM) Ocha: Despite being and acting like a child, Sasha seemed to have good car riding instincts cause she just grabbed the seatbelt on her own and after a flustered look at the shoulder strap she leaned over so that she could put it behind her and leaned against it. "You won’t tell her I told you, will you?" She was once again swinging her legs.
(1:02:27 AM) Diana: Aidan cracked a wide grin. "I won’t tell her. I think she’ll know I figured it out." Closing the truck door with a gentle slam, he rounded the front to hop in the driver’s side. Within moments they were off towards Autumn Manor. "Mind telling me what you had a scuffle over? Nothing too bad?"
(1:06:12 AM) Ocha: "Well it was… that is… um…. I know there was yelling!" There was a puzzled expression on Sasha’s face. She was angry with Kendal, she was sure of it. Not hate forever angry, but Kendal definetly needed to say sorry first. The only problem was she couldn’t remember what for.
(1:17:00 AM) Diana: "Yelling huh? Any fire breathing?" A joke of course, but there were soooome times he wondered. It didn’t take too long to get out of the main city and through the roads of simple houses. The Manor was that picturesque house waaay in the back of some old street with a house that looked more haunted than the local cemetary, yet as pleasant at any grandmother’s place. With luck, it looked liked Kendal hadn’t left for work yet, as her car was still in the driveway!
(1:19:07 AM) Ocha: "No, Blair tried that once and Mom said it wasn’t allowed in the house any more. That was Mom’s house though," Sasha looked very thoughtful but then started looking out the window when they got close to the manor, it seemed that despite living there, the magic of the place still affected Sasha, or at least little Sasha.
(1:22:55 AM) Diana: "I can see why she’d ban that." Aidan had a brief picture of chasing down little fire breathing girls that looked just like Sasha and he had to force himself to hide a grin and change his thoughts. He hopped out of the truck, rounding the corner to help Sasha out too. By the time he made it to the front door, Harrison was already opening it to greet them with that same silent look he always had. "Good mornin’, Harrison. Got myself a little surprise today. Mind if I talk to Kendal?" The old butler nodded, allowing them inside and directing Aidan to wait in the living room with his little catch.
(1:26:02 AM) Ocha has signed on.
(1:31:26 AM) Diana: (net killed me, dunno if missed a message or not! D:)
(1:31:43 AM) Ocha: Sasha was a good girl, or maybe just clingy, by holding Aidan’s hand once out of the truck and into the manor.* When they got to the living room though, she kept looking around Aidan’s leg and at the foot of the stairs, even though there didn’t seem to be anything of interest there, just an old table that had a vase and flower on it that Sasha sometimes put her keys or mail on after getting home.
(1:38:05 AM) Ocha has signed on.
(1:38:39 AM) Ocha: (did it die again?)
(1:39:56 AM) Diana: Kendal came down a few moments later and the second she saw him with a monster hiding behind him, she had the biggest scowl on her face. "I see how it is. Go hunt down your boyfriend to beat up your sister! Well you can just forget it!"
Aidan scratched his head again, unsure of how to go about the whole thing. "I, uh… she just happened to be at my desk this morning. I thought it was best to bring her home. Today not a good day."
"Understatement of the century. I’M going to work. Harrison can take care of her until tonight, unless you’re cruisin’ for trouble today." she smirked.

(1:40:01 AM) Diana: (yes, yes it did. e.e)
(1:45:24 AM) Ocha: Sasha frowned at Kendal. "See I told you she was Miss Cranky! Let her run away." The little girl then crossed her arms. Somewhere in the back of her little brain she knew Kendal was the cause of SOMETHING, but at the moment she wasn’t sure what. What she was sure of is she didn’t want her big sister acting like she was all that. Sasha glanced again over at the foot of the stairs again. At least Sasha wasn’t the only one with a babysitter.
(1:52:26 AM) Ocha: http://space-kitten.org/iwaku/showthread.php?p=42088#post42088
(1:54:15 AM) Diana: "I think I’ll hang around today." All that glaring. Kendal didn’t even say another word beyond an angry snort and a lot of stomping and slamming of doors as she left the house. That just made it Aidan and mini-Sasha! "All right then, kiddo. Looks like we’re going to have an impromptu sleepover today."
(1:54:30 AM) Diana: (yes, i caught that earlier, damn booboos!)
(1:57:31 AM) Ocha: Sasha looked at the slammed door, and moved a little closer to Aidan. "I guess so. Hope she doesn’t do anything too stupid. Of course Sam will let me know if she does." Kendal was a bit stupid head, but she was still Sasha’s sister. She worried! She also forgot that she was keeping a big secret for someone. Oops!
(2:05:28 AM) Diana: "Sam?" Sam had been gone for years, …and Aidan wasn’t sure if he wanted to ask those sort of questions while Sasha was small like this! Heaven forbid is she start crying, that might break his heart! "Uh. what about that strawberry shortcake, then? Lunch and a game sound good?"
(2:08:36 AM) Ocha: That seemed to distract the little red head as she looked up at Aidan and smiled. "Strawberry shortcake? Yay! Are we going to go to the store and buy the strawberries ourselves!" This seemed like a very exciting thing to Sasha, but it might not have been that surprising only last week Sasha had made an off handed comment, that wasn’t so off handed, about strawberry picking this summer.
(2:11:18 AM) Diana: Aidan was finding himself very hard pressed to say no. He rubbed the back of his neck, wrestling with the wisdom of taking a small witch out in to town when he had no earthly idea how to take care of one! Especially Sasha! …but adorable smiling won out and he was sighing with a not-so-upset resignation. "Fresh strawberries at the store it is. You have to promise me, you’ll keep us out of trouble, okay? Harrison might shave me bald if something happens."
(2:14:16 AM) Ocha: "Cross my heart!" Sasha said while doing the motion over the left side of her chest. She then all put pulled Aidan back to his truck. She seemed very excited about the idea. Too bad Aidan hadn’t tried to talk her into leaving her wand at home however.
(2:26:19 AM) Ocha has signed on.
(2:26:57 AM) Ocha: (kicks your net)
(2:27:47 AM) Diana: Aidan hadn’t even considered the wand. He was still wondering if he were in over his head as he made sure she was buckled up good and secure and jumped back in to his truck. They were on their way to the farmer’s market in not time flat. "Now what do you think we’re going to need for that strawberry shortcake?" Talking to her like this was a little strange!
(2:30:48 AM) Ocha: "Mmmm," she looked over at him having been looking out the window at the scenery. "I think we want strawberries, and maybe angelfood cake, and um… cream?" At least she wasn’t suggesting they make the angel food from scratch. As they got back into town, it seemed that the clouds were starting to come in, but it didn’t seem like it was going to rain, at least not yet.

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Ocha – Jul 21, 2010 at 11:56 AM

[dash]Sasha Novellino

Little Sasha was very happy when they parked the car and all put jumped into Aidan’s arms when he came around to help her out. It seemed the little girl liked to be carried very much.

The market was a buzz with people. Some to shop, some to look and some selling to the first two. It was very hard to come without buying something.

“Something smells good,” the little girl said looking around at the different booths.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Feb 4, 2011 at 12:29 AM

(11:06:46 PM) Diana: Aidan seemed to naturally know what to do with a little girl. In fact, it wasn’t having a kid in his arms that made him feel a little awkward. It was kid SASHA. While she pointed out things that smelled delicious, he was mentally praying that Kendal would get over whatever she was ticked off about and fix the problem as soon as she got home. In the mean time… Aidan sat Sasha down on her feet once they entered the fresh market and took one of her hands. “I guess it can’t hurt to look for something for lunch while we’re here, right?:
(11:09:49 PM) Ocha: “Right!” Sasha said excitedly. As they walked, Aidan heard her oooing, and ahhing over various things that caught her attention and once she tried to stop, forgetting that a big strong adult had her arm and stumbled into him as he walked, but she was soon distracted again and didn’t ask to go back to whatever it was before she saw.

“Care for a sample sir?” One of the vendors called out to Aidan.
(11:14:01 PM) Diana: Aidan nodded at the vender, like any man’s stomach, his couldn’t say no to a free taste testing! He held up two fingers asking for more than one, tilting his head towards Sasha. The vender stared at her curiously, but handed over a couple of tooth picks, each with a piece of spiced sausage on the end. Aidan knelt down on a knee to hand one to lil Sasha!
(11:16:47 PM) Ocha: “Oooo!” Sasha said as she took the toothpick, then looked up at the man. “Thank you sir,” she said politely. Then she put the whole sausage bit in her mouth and chewed.

“Yes, these sweaters will fit on your small dog. I have Dozie here as a model. Dozie… Dozie come here…”
(11:25:12 PM) Diana: “At least you’re chewing…” Aidan cracked a grin. He took the toothpicks to toss in the trash, Momentarily getting distracted by the woman trying to get a handle on her dog. The dog clearly didn’t want to get wrapped up in a sweater and was trying to escape!
(11:27:03 PM) Ocha: Yes the poor dog was doing everything in it’s power to get away from the damn sweater. It had it’s own fur coat thank you very much.

Sasha thought the dog was cute but when she noticed behind the sausage vendor was a flower booth, well, Sasha just had to take a look. She didn’t both to tell Aidan because she just didn’t think so. She wanted to smell the pretty flowers!
(11:41:06 PM) Diana: Aidan was about to ask if he could help the woman out, but he just glanced down at Sasha and — she was gone! It was like his chest constricted on him! A little girl, worse, a little witch loose in the market… and there was no telling how that could go wrong! Who might snatch her up! “Sasha! Sasha?!”
(11:44:47 PM) Ocha: Sasha liked the flowers so much the nice lady even gave her a daisy to put in her hair, though she was startled when she saw the beady eyes of a lizard onto the girl’s hair. “Cloud like flowers too ma’am.” “Does he now,” the woman did not look convinced. “Thank you!” Sasha smiled turned around, and there was no Aidan. That wasn’t right! With a bit of a pout, Sasha started walking. Where could he be!

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[Diocha] Once upon a time there was a bird

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Title: Once upon a time, there was a bird…
Number: 57
Date: Jun 9, 2008 at 10:52 PM
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Divinatas – Jun 9, 2008 at 10:52 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173]Paige

Happily ever after her malnourished, freezing behind. True love conquers all! they say. Dreams really do come true! For what, 2 percent of the entire Novaria population?

Paige was admittedly bitter.

Not everyone could say they were kidnapped by a witch and turned in to a bird, forced to sing pretty. While she cackled and tormented poor suitors coming to save their imprisoned fiances. Sure, lots of men came to try and save their girlfriends and met their doom. While other men tried and failed, running back home with their tails between their legs mourning their lost loves. One day a boy managed to kill the rotten old witch and the spell was broken! All of the girls were free to go home to their men!

Of course, HER man had married someone else. Her parents sold their land and moved out to Florence assuming she was a goner, and not a single person in town would offer her a job. How nice of them.

Now here she was sitting on a street corner while it was snowing cats and dogs in a patchwork dress, fingerless gloves, and playing a lute. And singing. Still. Years of imprisonment in a birdcage singing for a crotchety old witch, and now she was out in the cold singing for enough coppers to have enough for dinner tonight.

She hoped that happy couple… grew bald and fat!

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Ocha – Jun 9, 2008 at 11:33 PM

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Prince Hans Hendrick Hinckley Horatio Hubert of Hynes

A curse was a horrible thing to live with. All because you fell in love with a pure maiden who was the daughter of a jealous and powerful enchanter. Surely though, their combined love could overcome any obstacle. No challenge for the pursuit of happiness could be too much.

He could have mended his broken heart when she ran off with the wizard once beyond the lands of her forefathers. He might have even gathered up his courage and returned home and admitted he could not find love for marriage and settle for a formal marriage of state. Yet he had not had a chance to sleep on it.

“I didn’t think there were any song birds this time of year,” Hans looked around, there were none on the roofs or in the trees. Perhaps he was imaging it. It was after all too cold for any creature with sense being out.

Must have been why he hadn’t found a warm fire yet. [/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jun 9, 2008 at 11:44 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173]Paige

Her fingers slipped on the strings of her lute at the sudden comment. Paige turned her head to scowl ferociously at whomever it was dumb enough to compare her to a songbird. Not that singing as pretty as the birds would be an insult, but she about had her fill of birds. A stranger, probably a penniless traveler. So much for making a few coin tonight. No one was fool enough to be out on the streets in all this snow, and the one that was didn’t seem to be worth very much.

Paige decided it was fine to go to bed without dinner just to get out of the cold. She stood slowly, grimacing at the stiffness in her joints, and slung the lute over her shoulder. She scooped up her hat from the ground with it’s measly days contents and stuffed it quickly in to her pocket.

“It’s called snow, and it doesn’t stop, so you might as well stop staring up at the sky like an idiot.”

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Ocha – Jun 9, 2008 at 11:56 PM

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Hans

Looking at the young woman, a lute across her shoulders, Hans realized he had made a mistake. It was not the first since he woke up last. No song bird but the strings of the maiden’s instrument.

“No? Well it is better snow fall I guess than it would be if this was the small bits left from an army of fairies that challenged an old senile dragon.” He then gave her a courtly bow. “I might disagree with you however on the fact of it not snowing. Less this town has newly been invaded by some icy elemental? In which case waiting for Spring would be most pointless.”

He was chatty. He did not like being so chatty. He liked conversations with meaning, but he knew he could ramble when he wasn’t alert.

“Spring though of course is a time of rebirth. Not unlike the phoenix.”

Oh damn it, he’s still talking. He really needed to quit before the poor woman fled in fear for her life.

“But I haven’t introduced myself yet. Please call me Hans.” [/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jun 10, 2008 at 12:04 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173]Paige

“What the hell are you talking about?” Paige blinked as he rambled on about faeries, then about snow, then about spring, dragons, and… well she couldn’t make sense of it. It all sounded like nonsense.

Paige considered walking away and leaving him talking, but then he had to introduce himself. With her luck, if she were rude, he might end up being some sprite out to cast vengeance on the wicked. It wasn’t all that funny to think about, she’s met at least three people in this town alone to be cursed just for not saying hello to a stranger.

“My name is Paige.” There. She said her name. Now she was backing up slowly, aiming to ease herself out of trouble before anything started.

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Ocha – Jun 10, 2008 at 12:25 AM

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Hans

“Very pleased to meet you Paige. Might I be correct in assuming you are heading to your home? A warm fire awaiting you with wonderful tasting food.”

Uh-oh he was starting to ramble again. He’d better get to the point. “Might I escort you to your destination?”

Actually he wanted to find an inn. A place to get some food would be nice too. He had to be careful about how much money he spent. It was cold and wet out though and there was a chance he could do some odd jobs to make money for a while. Hans would rather not have to dip into his reserves if he didn’t have to. It was much better for people to think he was near broke.

“Your music was very nice by the way.” [/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jun 10, 2008 at 12:37 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173]Paige

Paige crossed her arms and eyed him skeptically. Interested in a warm fire and tasty food, then offering her a walk home. Was he going to rob her or something? Trying to placate her with compliments wasn’t going to work either. She figured out his game.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don’t have a fire, food, or a home for that matter. So if you were thinking of primping me with more pretty words and then making off with my valuables, you’re going to be disappointed.”

“Of course, if you’re not..” she stated, once she realized he was probably too dense to even thinking about robbing someone, “There’s an Inn right down the street. I was going there anywhere for a drink and I might as well show you.”

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Ocha – Jun 10, 2008 at 9:05 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117]Hans

She thought him a common thief? How depressing. Like his life wasn’t awful enough as it was right now. To be mistaken for someone that would rob a poor bard, it was down right insulting.

“You are but a blessing, and angel to offer me this. I would indeed like to seek out an inn.” It was best to be polite if nothing. He then held out his arm to her. “Please, lead the way dear maiden.”

The wind was starting to pick up as night descended upon the town. It wasn’t a bad place. Long rows of well kept shops, with the homes of the shop keepers up top. Further down there was the small cottage homes of other workers and beyond that the farms of those that did not live in town.[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jun 10, 2008 at 11:00 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173]Paige

Who did he think he was anyway, a prince? Paige rolled her eyes, with no intentions of taking his arm. Instead she handed him her bag, which was a hodgepodge of colorful patches and a lot more heavier then it looked. After all, it contained all the possessions she had.

Paige was at least considerate enough not to stalk off and leave him trailing behind her. She walked beside him down the snowy sidewalk, having to stuff her hands in to her pockets to shield from the wind. Maybe she’d spare a few coin for a pair of gloves that actually had fingers if this awful weather was going to keep up.

She stopped at the Poison Apple Inn and slipped inside. Chosen because it was the only place in town that had cheap drinks and didn’t care if you spent all night sleeping at one of their tables so long as you bought one. Paige didn’t have to ask for her order, the barkeep passed her a mug of his hot cider as she dropped one of her copper coins in his hands. Once she had her drink in hand, she confiscated her bag back from Hans the Wanderer.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s passed my bedtime.” Paige gave him a ridiculous little bow, seeing as one hand held a mug and the other her bag, before she wandered off to her favorite dark corner to make herself comfortable.

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Ocha – Jun 10, 2008 at 11:49 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117]Hans

Lovely he’d been demoted to porter. He understood why she was playing on a street corner despite her talents. Her attitude was too much to bare. It didn’t matter, they were in an inn now. He followed her example on producing a coin to get a drink and was not sorry to see her leave for some less noticeable corner. If she wanted to be an antisocial lush it wasn’t any of his business.

Hans for his part took his cider and politely inquired about a seat where some older men were talking. They looked him up and down but finally shrugged not caring if he stayed or not. That was perfect. He didn’t want to be in their conversation, just listen. It was very relaxing to listen to old people talk.

The old men were talking about the harvest they just had, their children, traders and craftsmen in the area, and all those things that villagers talk about. That is until the door opened to a large man. “Where’s the Muffin Man! Yeah the Muffin Man. Where is that wife stealer. I know he’s here.”
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 12:23 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173]Paige

“The one that lives on Drury Lane?” someone from the bar asked. A couple others replied “Yeah, I know the Muffin Man.” and others goin’ on about “That wife stealing jerk.”

Finally a big burly man at one of the tables stood up and pointed a finger at the intruder. “I ain’t stole nobody’s wife! If ya pleased yer women, they wouldn’t be over at my bakery gettin’ their buns baked!”

That, of course, was the final straw for the man at the door, he pulled a short twisted stick out of his back pocket and aimed! Suddenly the whole room was in an uproar! “Lookout! He’s got a wand!” It was all anyone needed to jump out of their chairs and start charging at the wand holder, though some thought it was a better idea to go after that Muffin Man. It was a crazy display of drunken townsmen.

Paige wasn’t paying much attention to that Muffin Man nonsense, at least not until someone mentioned ‘wand’, then she thought it would be a good idea to get up and escape before any curses were slung around all willy-nilly. To her misfortune as soon as she was standing someone crashed in to her from behind, making her sling the last of her cider right in to some cranky looking brute’s face.

“You dirty wench! I’ll get you for that!” he slung his chair back and snagged her by the coat before she could run off!

“I didn’t do that on purpose!” she howled, not really seeing anything else to do but crash the mug over his head. Sadly, it didn’t do much beyond making him madder!

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 2:38 PM

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“Wand?” The hell with having a warm place to stay for a few hours, Hans had no intention of being anywhere near some village idiot with a wand. Who knew what could happen. The whole bar could be turned into a room full of swine. Wouldn’t that just be lovely? Then they’d be hunted down by these men’s children for dinner since ‘Daddy’ disappeared. Oh no, Hans was not going to be in that mess.

The door was out of the question since the wand wielder was there. The window was always a last resort. The best path was to the kitchen. He was almost there when some drunk grabbed his arm, muttering something about wife stealers, and tried to punch him. Hans had no intention of getting into a bar fight, but he ducked and punched the man in the gut just to end it quickly. He had to shake the man off his arm, his grip, he’d give the drunk, was good.

The whole thing did not take much time at all, but it did get him all turned around and he ended up bumping into someone. Hans muttered an apology and was about to step in the direction of the kitchen again when he heard a woman’s voice next to him.

It had to be one of the bar maids. Hans couldn’t just ignore the fact that she was in trouble. Turning he grabbed the wrist of the man who was about to pound on the poor woman. The momentum was just right, for the man was not stable on his feet and Hans was able to cause him to fall backwards. Right onto a chair the was already turned over. “That had to hurt. Are you alright mi- YOU!” He stared at Paige in disbelief. He’d just saved that cheeky bard!
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 5:50 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173]Paige

Paige was more concerned with other things to be offended at the stranger’s horror of coming to her rescue. She snatched up her bag from the floor, and as an after though had snagged Hans’ arm to pull him towards the kitchen. It would be a clean escape!

But a blast of wandfire wizzed past them splattering on the kitchen door. Paige slid to a sudden halt as the wooden panel shifted and came alive, forming first a face, then a pair of arms and legs… It had shifted in to an angry wood troll!

Paige fumbled in her pockets for something useful finally pulling out and pointing… a fork! She eyed the fork with a grimance and the wood troll eyed the fork with malice.

This was exactly why wands were trouble!

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 7:14 PM

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A fork? They were suppose to fight with a fork? Against a wood troll?

Actually Hans had worse odds in the past.

Snatching the fork out of Paige’s hand he threw the fork right at one of the trolls eye. It howled with pain, which was fine with Hans. Meant that the creation was being distracted. With Paige still holding on to his arm, though he tucked it in so she wasn’t about to be separated from him, he ducked under the trolls legs so that the two of them were now in the safety in the kitchen.

Or so Hans thought.

The kitchen was light with the light of a hundred candles, though from the brief look Hans gave the room there were only a few. The extra lighting wasn’t what set the prince on edge however. It was the fact that the dishes and cutlery with moving. No, not just moving, dancing. Dancing and singing!
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 7:32 PM

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Now Paige knew why the barkeep had such cheap drink and meals. All his work was being done by theater dishes! She groaned, deciding it was better not to waste time staring, questioning, or catching attention. Paige tugged Hans through the kitchen, having to duck acrobatic dishware, flying utensils, and jump over parading pots and pans.

Pushing out through the back door in to the snowy night was a relief! Free from the madness! Paige stopped short, finding they were now face to face with… well, she wasn’t quite sure what he was. With the body of the man and the head of a big blobby thing, he looked sort of odd. Worse, he was standing there with arms crossed and purposeful in that horrible ominous way suggesting he wasn’t just some random goonie taking a stroll behind the bar.

…Paige wasn’t going to ask his business! Instead, she took off running down the back street pulling Hans behind her! Unfortunately, the goonie was giving chase!

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 8:56 PM

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As they ran, Hans couldn’t help but ask, “Friend of yours?”

It was perhaps not the nicest thing to ask, but he did want to know if this was just a random encounter or someone that had been looking for Paige. As they ran, Hans found he had to be careful of his footing. Snow on cobble stone was bad, especially if many others had been down these paths and the snow had melted and refroze.

They had just turned a corner when they saw a pair of horses that for some reason were not secured to a post or anything. They were just passively standing there. It was not only strange but suspicious. Who cared though!
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 9:19 PM

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“No one is friends with goons!” she shouted back at him, seriously alarmed at the thought that it could be chasing after her, and not the crazy stranger like she had been hoping!

They were being blessed with unmarked horses for an easy escape!

…A horrible overwhelming feeling of dread decided to sit in her empty stomach and growl it’s protest. Goons and free horses. It was sounding a whole lot like a story, that she really didn’t want to be in. But the goonie was right there, and had nearly grabbed them both as it caught up to them. Paige, didn’t think twice as she scrambled for the horse, hooking her patchwork bag on to the saddlehorn and dragging herself up on to the saddle.

Paige only hesitated long enough to wait for Hans to get the other horse before it was time to flee. Guiltily is was more of a hope that he’d get eaten first if the goonie managed to catch up with them!

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 9:33 PM

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They road at a gallop, through the village square and past the wooden signed that welcomed people to Golden Pond. If there had been a pond that was made of gold, Hans never noticed it while he was there.

They made good time, though it was cold progress with both the wet snow and the wind. Hans looked back once they past the last house and at first he saw nothing and thought they where in the clear. Then however he saw something that looked like pink lightening come from somewhere in the village, it was crackling up into the night sky and out every which way.

One of the bolts in fact was coming in their general direction and Hans reigned his horse over so that it pushed Paige’s horse off the road, hence they missed being hit by the bolt. Hans hoped it had come from the crazed baker hater and not the goon that was chasing them.

In either case the pink spark hit something, and that something was groaning.
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 9:43 PM

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She was freezing, so freezing that her fingers were practically stuck around the horse’s reigns and she was much too cold to open her mouth and complain, for she might end up with it frozen open!

Paige pulled her horse to a stop at the groaning up ahead. That bolt of pink lightening seem to have hit a talking mountain. Wait, it was no mountain but one of those Boulder Beasts! It had been sleeping right there in the middle of the road, blocking the travel path, and seemed to get an unfriendly wakeup zap. Luckily for it, pink lightning hardly had any effect on rocks.

Not so lucky for them, there was no way around it unless they trekked off in to the forest, and she was painfully wary of forests. Especially of forests at night, when it was snowing heavy and you couldn’t see farther than a few feet ahead of you.

Stiffly, Paige started digging in her bag. There had to be something useful in there somewhere!

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 9:52 PM

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They were trapped. There was a goon behind them and he doubted it would stop just because they got up on horseback. The only thing to do was to get enough distance between them, or kill it. Hans wasn’t exactly squeamish about killing monsters, but unless he had no choice he rather not risk his life over it.

Paige was looking in her bag, for the blue fairy only knew what. That meant Hans needed to make a decision. Or so he thought.

Paige’s horse whinnied at his, and the next thing he knew they were headed in the woods. Hans wasn’t sure this was a good plan and was about to reign in his horse then he realized that both horses were white. He didn’t want to reach over and see if he felt something on it’s forehead. No, Hans did not want to know if he was rescued by a magical being, he just wanted off!
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 10:02 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173]Paige

“Not the forest…!” Paige squeaked! Her protests fell on deaf ears, as not even her tugging and pulling on the reigns would make those horses turn around and go back the other way. They well deep in to the forest, where the snow mounds were several feet high and the trees were so thick you couldn’t even look up at the sky.

Near an impossibly large oak, the horse reared back unceremoniously dumping Paige off it’s back in to a large mound of snow and her bag landing on top of her. It shook it’s pure white head, stamped it’s hoof on the ground with a snort and Paige was rather sure the beast was laughing as it trotted away to disappear beyond the trees!

Paige was muttered all sorts of wicked things about unicorns as she furiously crawled out of the snow mound.

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 10:55 PM

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Hans was still a little bit in disbelief that he was in his situation. “Well you do have a lovely trot, I must say sir… er ma’am… er would ‘Your Majesticness’ work?”

Perhaps it was his endless politeness, or maybe the creature thought he was insane, in either case when they arrived at the grand oak, Hans was not uncerimoniously dumped on the ground, but allowed to dismount. Once on the snowy forrest floor the ‘horse’ shook it’s impressive mane at Hans and ran off after it’s fellow.

“Welcome great heros.”

Hans was sure that the voice was very much mistaken!
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 11:16 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173]Paige

Paige was trying to shake the snow out of her skirt when she paused at the voice. She glanced around warily, but upon seeing nothing dangerous, she quickly snatched up her bag and made a beeline to follow the tracks back towards the street. But her path was suddenly blocked by a large tree root that lifted itself up out of the ground.

“The forest is filled with untold dangers.” said the voice. It was booming but still held a strange gentle quality to it. “Rest this evening inside my trunk, so that you may rest before your long journey.” It didn’t leave much room for refusal… especially when a door appeared on the trunk of the oak. It swung open to reveal a grand looking room, even complete with a burning fireplace!

Dangerous frozen forest… or a warm magical tree. Paige really did have to think on it for a moment. All of this was going to lead to nothing but trouble, but she was so cold at the moment, that anything would be better than spending the night in the snow!

She pointed an icy finger at the tree. “You first…?”

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 11:25 PM

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“Okay,” Hans said with a shrug, but then he got by her before going in he whispered, “If this thing eats me, I’m haunting you.” Then with a smile Hans strolled into the tree.

There was no strange lurch in space, no blurring of vision. The inside of the tree was exactly what it appeared to be on the inside. Why there was a fire in a tree Hans didn’t know, but it didn’t matter at the moment, he was stuck here till morning so he might as well make himself comfortable. There was only one bed, but that wasn’t a problem, Paige could sleep in it.

Sitting in a chair, Hans set his sword belt against the stone of the fireplace and proceed to take off his boots. His toes were cold and he planned on warming up as much as possible. “Too bad there’s no food.”
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 11:50 PM

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Satisfied that he wasn’t getting swallowed by the tree and unconcerned about his haunting threat, Paige stepped carefully through the door.

The door the slammed itself shut and disappeared!

Oh, she really really hoped this wasn’t going to be some sort of prison for the next one hundred years! Paige left her bag and shuffled to the fireplace, where she promptly dropped on her knees and held her poor fingers out towards the flames. Wonderful heavenly heat! Maybe she won’t have any frostbite damage and have to play her lute with her teeth.

At the mention of food a little door appeared on the floor next to Paige. Not to skeptical to prevent curiosity, Paige lift it open. Inside was a tray covered with more food than she had seen in a long time! Steaming bowls of soup, warm rolls, cookies and milk. For the first time Paige smiled as she lift out the tray and set it down, closing the trap door.

“I officially change my whole opinion of this tree!”

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Ocha – Jun 12, 2008 at 12:02 AM

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However skeptical Hans might have been about the whole thing, he couldn’t escape the allure the smell of the food had on him. His stomach would never forgive him if he did not partake of the feast before his eyes and it made a large rumbling sound so he was sure to know this too.

“I do hope it taste as good as it smells,” he said as he reached over for a bowl of soup and took a sip of the broth. It was in fact even better than if smelt by some way or another. Hans was quiet for a long while before he spoke again, he was enjoying his dinner far too much.

“You may call me Hans by the way miss,” he said by way of introduction.
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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 12:26 AM

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Paige was doing an excellent job of using her manners and not scarfing down the food like a ravenous dog. She m