The Idle Nature of Ghosts [Nat]

[Nathalia]

Finistris paused to consider what his son had just told him.
The information needed digesting.

Still, considering his own origins and that his son had been born in his mate's mind...it wasn't exactly something he could simply call out on being impossible, now was it?
"While...while I will admit that this is...complicated, son. I will also state that, with our origins in mind, this isn't somehting that should be too unexpected of a man of your smarts and stature." He patted the boy lightly on the back and gestured that they should go to Morpheus's room so he could sit down.
Poor boy looked a wreck.
"You remember the story I told you? Abut how your Uncle and I started out? Well, we'll just need to work on this to make sure it doesn't explode into malice, shall we?"
He had to admit that the information unnerved him slightly.
Had he and his other half not started off in a similar fashion? Granted, he'd always felt he should be on an equal level with Varestes because their father had created them both.
This was different....but terribly similar just the same.
He hoped his son would be able to keep this woman under control.

Once they'd gotten to his son's room and closed themselves in, he began detailing a few bits of advice.
Treat her with respect, do not patronize her, if she wants out then let her out, do not try to imprison her, attempt to be her friend. and so on.

Hopefully, this would work out well, for the good of his son and the family as a whole, he hoped so.

(Can we start to wrap this up and maybe work toward the death times soonish? )

[Kitty]

He nodded, allowing himself to be lead back to his room and wasted no time setting himself down on his bed. His father had his attention, and he nodded where it was appropriate. When it was all said and done, there was a smile back on his face once more. Whatever would he do without his father's amazing advice?

But there was still one thing he didn't quite get. Father had been created in one way, he in another but.... what about her? He tapped his chin with a slender digit.

Where did she come from though and.... why wait all this time?

Those were things she, herself, didn't have a clear answer too, or just didn't feel comfortable sharing with him. He wasn't quite sure which of these it was, it was kind of hard to tell whether she was lying or not.

Ok, so.... he had another question after the explanation of the other two was given.

Did you and Uncle interact when he fell asleep as well? It's how I remember it with Mother, only reversed. I go to sleep at night, and she's there... every time.

(( Yus, we can wrap this up soon, especially now that tickets are over and brains aren't consumed XD <3.

Also, I'd like to add..... Finistris' advice is really good but.... Mo totally takes it to a level I don't think he intended. got al ittle peak in the ticket threads, but he's a little more fond of the demon living in his head then he should be. ::cough:: Leave it to Mo, right? ))

[Nathalia]

"I...wish I could tell you why she had remained dormant all this time, son. Some things though, are better left unexplained. What we need to do is make a friend of her.
In a way, she is family, after all."

Slight discomfort being placed on the back burner to yell in a panic at his mate later, Finistris gently patted his son and led him into the back room, decorated in Morpheus's color palate, and sat the pair of them down.
The questions were good ones, he would of course, be happy to explain.

"Your Uncle and I would communicate whenever we felt like it, though would often sleep during the day. Communicating in dreams was most convenient, though any time was...possible. Really." He put an arm about his son's shoulders. "To be honest...I was not the most considerate and I do wish I had...maybe done things differently, in regards to your Uncle. Maybe he'd still be with us."
He tried to shrug off the feeling.
"But, her being there every night sounds fairly likely, after all, you were certainly there every night for your Mother and I. Weren't you?"
He tweaked the Weasel mix's nose lightly and smiled.
Really, a little brightness to the situation would be nice.
"What is she like?"
He had to ask...

[Kitty]

That made perfect sense, and if his father said he didn't know.... he'd simply drop it. It was what he'd feared in that she was the only one that would be able to tell him those sorts of answers. He prodded at her a bit, hoping she might be inclined to provide him with maybe one and all he got back was laughter. Fantastic.

His father had his full attention, something that rarely happened, and he thought he caught a tinge of something in his voice when he spoke of Varestes and how things had been. Regret, was it? That was.... another thing he'd let drop, he definitely didn't wish to take his father down the road to bad memories any further then he already had and placed his head on the man's shoulder when he put his arm around him. Ah how he loved moments like this, they made his whiskers dance a bit.

In response to having his nose tweaked, a grin tugged at the edges of his maw and he made the attempt to nip at those fingers of his, just like he'd done when he was small, at least now he wasn't actually trying to bite, bite them. He'd learned that wasn't a good idea a long time ago.

His tail twitched at the next question. There was a part of him that was surprised that Fin would ask such a question, but the larger part had been waiting for it. He tapped his chin with a clawed fingertip, taking only a moment to mull it over before giving him the best description he could manage.

She talks.... a lot. She has an opinion on everything I think about or say, and suggestions on how to better go about it. Although she manages to be bossy in a manner that isn't exactly offensive. Not sure how to accurately describe that.

He lifted his head back up and continued on.

She likes the family though, wishes she could interact with the rest of you somehow. However, that's the extent of her social skills. Everyone else she seems to.... to hate with a surprising amount of passion. Clubs and Hearts especially ... anytime one is near, especially if it has a weapon, it's strong enough to make me feel a little ill. She seems to have a rather large fixation with summoned weapons, always asks about them at such points. To be perfectly honest.... it's a little unnerving.

He wasn't exactly the nicest person in the world either, but the levels she took it too... it was shocking and.... intriguing. There was a part of him that hoped that he could see what she might do to a summoned weapon if she ever got her claws on it. That might prove to be an excellent source of entertainment.

Physically she's... actually quite terrifying.

He paused for a moment, debating what he'd like to say and what not to say but.... this was his father, why should he have any reason to hold anything back?

Using my Queens' ability allows me to summon her to this plane, I've only done it once.... but.... wow. I've never seen anything like her, nor have I seen anything fight with such ferocity. She looks like a biped.... but I can't discern any suit, rank or realm, nor any real distinguishing features like we had. Just.... blackness that looks as if it's sucking in all the light of the area and she's absolutely massive. I have to look up at her. Her claws are pretty wicked too. She's just..... so different.

He watched his father's face closely, trying to detect any form of concern or... .anything else he might see that would cause him concern. She.... definitely wasn't card like at all.

[Nathalia]

Finistris tried to drink in the information without altering his expression.
The girl...thing...Marisa...sounded like far more of a monstrosity than he had ever been to his brother.
"A hearty conversationalist isn't unusual, I was often...mouthier than I ought to have been while my brother was concentrating, at least she doesn't seem to be impairing your skills or judgment?"

She liked the family...that was, honestly, better than he could have hoped for...but...everyone else...
"Hmmm...It would be unfortunate if she were to...get to our neighbors. At the very least the ones who are vocal and popular in the community."
He listened well as his son finished up, worry creasing his expression.
"I admit that I'm not sure what to say. The situation does seem different, and I'm sorry for giving you a condition like this, but...perhaps we can tweak it to our own advantage. You say she likes the family and comes at night? Perhaps I could visit the shadow plane with you when you sleep this evening.
Allow me to assess her more personally. What do you think?"

It had been a long time, and he did not want to return to that plane...but...
For his son, though.
Perhaps.

[Kitty]

Not.... usually. When I'm tired, her suggestions are a little more acceptable, but that's generally just to go to sleep. When I'm angry though? Yeah, that's a little different. It takes... .effort to be ... reasonable.

His temper wasn't as bad as his mother's, but he still had one ... especially when he wasn't getting his way. It wasn't exactly a secret that he was a bit of a rotten little brat still.

The most 'out' she can manage without my ability is to take over people's shadows. Frightening to most but otherwise harmless. Unless the neighbors decide to start shit, they're fine.

There was that one that he'd love to simply sock square in the face, but even he hadn't quite gotten him to the point where he wished mutilation on him. A good, old fashioned beat down, sure, but nothing like she'd do.

At his father's next statement, his ears perked up and he tilted his head to the side. His father could do that? Well, he supposed it shouldn't surprise him, he could as well, with his Queen's ability, but.... that was certainly interesting. His whiskers twitched a little in thought.

If you'd really want to, then yeah, that would be cool. As long as you're really ready to go up here.

He tapped his forehead with a claw, a grin on his muzzle as he was clearly trying to make a joke and not really grasping his father's concern about the matter.