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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 3, 2008 1:05:13 GMT -5
Sorcha was howling by the time the boys finally vanished from their line of sight, tears of mirth shining bright in the corners of her eyes. The nagging thought about that box, though, that finally came bubbling up. "<Does the treasure really exist, mom?>" she asked, rubbing her face on the human's shoulder as they walked through the halls, on their way towards the carriage that was waiting for them. Something in her tone was doubtful. "<I think I saw something like that on dad's counter once.>"
When her younger sister spoke, a flicker of something passed through Rhiannon's eyes, but it was gone in a flash, replaced by amusement. A second later she started to laugh.
"<Not to panic you or anything, mom, but I think you just told them where dad keeps his stach.[/b]>" That was a terrifying thought. The boys wouldn't know what to do with the weed, but they might try to convince the cooks to bake something with it... After all, they'd see it as a spice of some kind, almost certainly. The thought was scary but delightful all at once, and the woman felt a pang of remorse that she wouldn't be there to witness it first-hand. She was sure she'd hear all about it, though, and miss the drama associated.
She grinned to herself.
When they reached the carriage, she smiled at her mother. "Guess we're all set, then.[/b]" she commented, excitement audible in her voice. This was going to be quite the trip.
Sorcha climbed onto her mother's shoulder, pushing off lightly and gliding towards the carriage, landing rather awkwardly on the ground next to the door. "Come on, guys, let's gooooo!"
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Post by Satra on Dec 3, 2008 1:19:56 GMT -5
"Well, I did say a box," she shrugged. It did worry her a bit, but her paranoia never let up, "Besides, the man has super senses when it comes to anything coming near his stash. They'll be okay," she assured them. If she were a normal parent with her paranoia, she would've raced after them and put everything straight, or not brought it up at all. However, considering the fact she came from a culture that didn't have a problem with drunken 7 year olds, she wasn't terribly worried. So what if the kids lit up every once in a while? So long as they didn't smoke anything with strange additives, anything that was grown in or around the Bog, and/or didn't let it interfere with being normal, functioning members of society, what did it matter?
She smiled at the excited girl.
"Of course we're coming, relax, will you?" She was extremely happy they were both so excited to see the Realm of their heritage. She didn't feed them a sugar-coated version of the place, so, in theory, they shouldn't be too disappointed. She just hoped her father would like them as much as she hoped he would. The meeting involving family matters worried her the most of all.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 4, 2008 23:22:12 GMT -5
"I'll relax when we're on the road," Sorcha shot back, grinning widely at her mother beneath her mask. It was that mask, in fact, that made her so anxious to arrive - the young girl wanted to know what it would be like to breath without the help of some air filter. She was luckier than her brother Mikael in many ways, but she never fully appreciated that fact. Yeah, yeah, she could breath for short amounts of time without a mask... but he could get high from doing it!
Sorcha would never have it said that she wasn't a strange child, and she wiggled as she clambered wing over foot into the passenger seat of the carriage, beaming back at her mother and sister. "All set!"
Rhiannon swung her bag into the back alongside her mother and Sorcha's belongings, tail wagging cheerfully as she did. Her little sister was certainly interesting. So long as she didn't get too big of an ego, Rhiannon felt confident that she would enjoy spending time with her as she grew.
Once she made sure everything was together she leapt nimbly up into the coach, wishing to herself that she had a damn biped form for what would almost certainly not be the last time. For now, she was glad that there were extra-wide seats designed so that those with only animal forms could comfortably rest during the trip. Sorcha wiggled in beside her mother once the woman was in as well, her orbs humming cheerily as she settled. "So what's our planned route, mother dearest?[/b]" Rhiannon asked cheerfully.
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Post by Satra on Dec 5, 2008 0:02:56 GMT -5
Tinman scratched at his back. A new flower was growing in its place and it always itched when it did. But Master always gave it to one of the Little Ones so they could take off their masks. It made them happy, so he was content for it.
The driver made sure all of the belongings they did not want with them in the carriage were in the back, secure and hidden from the prying eyes or fingers of the passing bandit. The door shut behind the Bog women, a about a minute later the cabin lurched and they were off. She looked up at Rhiannon with a slight smile tugging at her lips.
"We're going to be traveling outside the borders of the Regions leading up to the Bog. I didn't feel a need to waste time taking a round trip to the Capital then to the Bog," she smiled at the glowing girl that settled down next to her. She stroked a spot behind the girl's ear that she seemed to enjoy immensely. "If either of you want to stop in a region to do a little sight-seeing along the way, just let me know, but try to get too distracted, alright?
"Also, Rhi, when we get there, do you think Pale would want to come out?" she had no idea if a summoned weapon would need a mask or not. She had actually temporarily forgotten about the man until now, having mostly focused on her daughters. The Tove settled on Sorcha's back and pawed at one of her glowing, humming orbs. She was always his favorite, just for those things.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 6, 2008 2:53:54 GMT -5
Sorcha moved into the light touch hopefully, looking up at her mother with a pleading expression. Heilyn would know what the girl wanted from that look. When her mother finally began to scratch, one of Sorcha's legs twitched in canine-pleasure, her tongue dangling gracelessly out of her mouth. There were no words to describe how good that scratching felt, and she wasn't about to deny her canine-heritage.
"Nope, just wanna see the Bog," the girl returned as soon as her mother had eased up on the scratching enough for her to actually speak. "I can see other places any other time!" Her ears flipped up into a more alert position and her tail gave a quiet thump against the seatcushion. A second later she was distracted by Tinman, and she gave a playful growl as she twitched her lights. At least the Tove would be happy to distract her during the ride, since it sounded like it'd be a long trip.
Rhiannon's cool yellow eyes regarded her mother for a second before the woman smiled. "He's happy that you've thought of him.[/b]" she said, her tail wagging slowly from side to side. It wasn't the frenzied wag of excitement, more of a movement born from feeling content. "And I think he would like to come out. You know how he is about experiencing life.[/b]"
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Post by Satra on Dec 6, 2008 12:04:41 GMT -5
Heilyn couldn't help but smirk at her daughter as she scratched her behind the ear. As strict and sometimes downright insane she was at her family, Heilyn had a real soft spot for them. She suppressed a giggle as the girl gave into her Canine habits. It reminded her all to well of when Seth used her own little canine quirks against her. She nodded in response you Sorcha. Heilyn could live with that. She left Tinman to distract the girl while she spoke to Rhi for a bit. The Tove chirped and wiggled at the newest development in his glowing toys. Heilyn simply let her hand rest on the girl's shoulders.
"Yes, I am well aware of that," she smirked, remembering her first encounter with the man. She came across him, having never been introduced to the man before, wandering around outside Rhi's room. She approached him, giving the man a full blast of unfiltered paranoia, forcing Rhi to come running out of her room and explain everything before she attacked Pale. She didn't know much about how the weapons worked. Her own had only recently become sentient.
"Do you know if the Bog air would be a problem for him?" she asked, not knowing if the two had already covered that ground. The problem was easily remedied, she just had to know what course of action to take.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 6, 2008 20:08:50 GMT -5
The feeling of her mother's hand resting on her back was a comforting one. Not that Sorcha needed comfort or anything, she was perfectly happy to be left largely alone while she messed with her mother's Tove. She growled playfully at the creature, laying her head down and wiggling the antennae on her head in what she hoped would be seen as an enticing manner. If he came close enough, she would try to pounce on him, surrounding him with her wings.
The young woman had to laugh. She loved the scythe, for all of his bizzare quirks he was funny, interesting, and sharp as a tack. When her mind threatened to collapse on itself he was there to prop her up again and whisper exactly what she needed to hear in a quiet undertone. She was glad that her mother had finally begun to accept the man. Weapon. Whatever.
"He'll be fine.[/b]" she said softly. For a moment she was quiet, wondering if she should offer more explanation. Though Apocalypse complained about her giving away his secrets, Rhiannon decided that when it came to her mother, more information was always better. It was hard to be too paranoid when you knew everything that was going on. "I don't... think that he actually breathes. Even if he does, he's half-Bog, so I think he'll be okay...[/b]"
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Post by Satra on Dec 11, 2008 23:23:39 GMT -5
Of course the Tove would go for the bait of the wiggling antennae! He twirled in the air then went right for the bait with full intention of nomming on the glowing appendages.
Heilyn nodded at Rhi. Heilyn was intensely curious about the nature of summoned weapons and spent a lot of time meditating to communicate with her own.
Curious thing, isn't it? piped up the voice again. Heilyn silently agreed. She could definitely feel the presence of the weapon, but it hardly ever spoke up. It was definitely a female voice, though, and there were always spider webs involved in the meditations. It gave the woman a clue. She mentally shook herself and turned her attention back to Rhi.
"Well, there's a solution if it gets to be a problem," she stated simply, then shook her head at her Tove. Silly thing.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 21, 2008 23:05:33 GMT -5
The half-bat girl pounced as soon as Tinman went for the deliciously tempting light, folding her wings around both herself and the Tove in what was, essentially, a tent made up of her own skin. Though a small amount of light shone through the thin skin, the tent was filled with an eerie green glow that came off of Sorcha herself.
In the odd glow, the girl grinned toothily at Tinman before opening her wings dramatically to set him free. For now, at least. Then the chase could continue.
Rhiannon turned to her sister for a moment, distracted by the noise the pair made as they played. "This'll be an interesting opportunity for the both of us," Pale noted to himself and to his summoner, who nodded. She really wanted to bring him out now, but the coach probably wouldn't be big enough. She still wasn't entirely sure what the Scythe was in his animal form, but it had to be partially feline at the very least.
There just wasn't anything else that could explain the way that Apocalypse could drape over anything and everything, seeming to melt to fit whatever space he was in.
"Very true.[/b]" It wouldn't be a problem. Well, she hoped not at any rate. "So, tell me about your father. Sorcha and I are trying to impress him, aren't we?[/b]"
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Post by Satra on Dec 22, 2008 2:45:26 GMT -5
Heilyn smiled and shook her head as the Tove squealed as he was engulfed in the child's wings. He wiggled, confused. He wasn't in any danger, he knew it, but his instincts told him otherwise. His wiggling was just short of frantic flailing as logic and instinct fought each other in him. He let out an incredible series of loud chirps as she finally freed him and latched himself onto the ceiling of the carriage. He would be coming down quite soon, though.
Heilyn laughed at Rhi's question. She couldn't help it.
"Ahaha, I'm sorry Rhi. I didn't mean to laugh it's just... chances are incredibly slim you will be able to impress him. I..." she sighed, "I know I've put a lot of pressure on the two of you as far as that goes, and I appreciate your patience more than I can say. All I'm hoping for is for is you two to enjoy my homeland and for my xenophobic father to at least find the two of you acceptable. That way, with any luck, he'll hate Seth less for being able to produce acceptable offspring," she laughed again. She couldn't help but be saddened by the thought. Her last living direct relative in her homeland... and he wants nothing to do with her new family. "Just be yourselves and remember to be respectful of not just him, but the people, too." Then she paused, "But not to the point of letting them walk all over you, that's another great way to not endear yourself to Father."
She began to feel quite fidgety. That subject always made her that way. She shook herself and decided to change the subject. Smirking she asked:
"So, you girls ready to try Bander meat?"
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