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 Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 4:31 pm
At first, Regen had not known what to think of Xennik. She was wary with him at first, always remembering how fiercely he had nearly destroyed himself. But she soon realized that there was no reason to fear him. Where everywhere else in life he was awkward and out of place, he was gentle with her. He spoke to her softly at all times. He always had a gentle smile for her. He was frightening at times, but she soon accepted that there was nothing to fear. He created a little home for her. A small glass bowl was filled with water and brightly colored rocks, a few beautiful green plants ("They'll soon flower," he told her softly, with a kind smile), and a small nest made of rags, soaked in the water so she could sleep in her favorite element. He fed her with a thin, flat, very sweet disk on a stick. Regen loved them. Since they were so large, she could lick them for days before she needed a new one. "It's called a Lollipop," he informed her. She liked Lollipops. Especially blue and green ones. He also let her try "Popsicles". They were almost like Lollipops, only colder and sweeter. She had to eat them faster, too. 'Cause if she didn't, they'd melt all over, and then Xennik would have to clean up the mess. They were good. She tried "donuts" next. They weren't as sweet as Lollipops or Popsicles, and they got all soggy when she tried to eat them. Xennik chuckled and said it was alright if she didn't like them. He'd understand. She didn't like them. "It's not as sweet, or as good, but it's good for you," Xennik told her about "Milk." He said, like it or not, she had to drink it. It would make her stronger, he said. She didn't like it very much, but she drank it anyway, for Xennik. There were times that Xennik had to leave, and then he called a strange flying creature to keep an eye on her. He called it a "Dragon", and said that its name was Kenric. Regen liked Kenric, but Dessin made better company. Xennik warned her never to leave the room. She didn't have any reason too, anyway. Happily, she settled into her new life.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 8:30 pm
In a letter, Avenorell Dear Mr Diagin,
My name is Avenorell,and it has come to my own attention that you have become the father to a mysterious something,and I would like to keep in contact with you if at all possible.I will not name this in mail since it is a bit risky.
I live At this adress,it's at the thicket of the woods if you would like to contact me.372 Darilay Avenue.
I would love to meet you for tea sometime,and I also have one of the mysterious somethings,her name is Callidora.
And if you would only like to communicate in letters,that will be just fine.
I am just here to help.
Sincerely,
Avenorell Crystalinne
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 8:36 pm
It was a battle, but Kenric had finally managed to pry open the mailbox, take the mail inside it, and fly up to Xennik's fourth-floor room to deliver it to him. Xennik took the mail from Kenric and scratched his scaly head, offering him a slice of bacon. He hated having to steal his own mail, but if he didn't, he would never see it. He didn't know what everyone was so afraid of. It wasn't as if anyone hated him enough to blackmail him. Besides, he could deal with blackmail himself, quite easilly. So what was the huge deal about confiscating his mail? Anthrax? No, no, his imagination was getting away with him. He looked down at the letter in his hand and shuddered, despite himself. Kenric ruffled its wings and flew off, bored. He carefully opened the letter, his over-active imagination making the envelope belch acids all over his already less-than-perfect hands. He winced, then realized that there wasn't really any acid at all. He was seeing things again. He groaned. A curious Regen perched on his shoulder and tried to confort him by rubbing herself against his cheek, cooing. "Pyuuu...?""Nah, I-I'm alright, Regen. Ju-ust frus...frustrated." He finally got to opening the letter. Quote: Dear Mr Diagin,
My name is Avenorell,and it has come to my own attention that you have become the father to a mysterious something,and I would like to keep in contact with you if at all possible.I will not name this in mail since it is a bit risky.
I live At this adress,it's at the thicket of the woods if you would like to contact me.372 Darilay Avenue.
I would love to meet you for tea sometime,and I also have one of the mysterious somethings,her name is Callidora.
And if you would only like to communicate in letters,that will be just fine.
I am just here to help.
Sincerely,
Avenorell Crystalinne , he thought, his brow furrowing. How was she able to find him? To answer, or not to answer? It was about Regen. What if this woman could help her? What could it hurt? Quote: Dear Miss Avenorell Crystalinne,
I would love to meet with you and discuss the matter, but I'm afraid that if I did, it would cause a commotion like you would never believe. As you may or may not have noticed, I live in a rehabilitation center, and if I so much as step outside the door or stick my head out the window, I am tackled by a bodyguard and diagnosed as a dying man.
Welcome to my world.
But back to the subject;
Yes, I do have one of these creatures that you mentioned. Her name is Regen.
The only way that I'd be able to meet with you is if you came here, which may or may not be a smart thing to do.
~Xennik Diagin
When you send a reply to this letter, send it with Kenric, the little dragon.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 8:38 pm
In a letter, Avenorell Dear Mr Diagin,
I understand,I may not be able to visit,for I am ''different''.
The only way I''ll be able to get in is if I am in a state...well that others will see me as human,which I am not.
I understand your situation,and I will do my best to help.I am a shaman of the forest,so I am very familiar with the healing power of herbs.
Bodyguards?Well,that''s a little heavy duty.I myself know that it is better to at least sit on a bench outside!
Well...I suppose we can somehow meet,so I can explain to you what Regen is.I''ll come over soon,expect a girl around fifteen,short silver hair with black roots,green eyes,and pale peach skin.
That girl is me.My ''something'' will be with me,she may fly up to your window though,since I am afraid those bodyguards will search me,and Calli likes to stay near my hair.
I will somehow see you soon!
Sincerely,
Avenorell
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 8:42 pm
 Xennik was surprised by how quickly he received an answer. Kenric had not been gone for over three hours, when he came back with an answer. She must live nearby, Xennik thought as he placed a platter of milk on the floor for Kenric to drink. He scratched behind the tiny dragon's 'ears' as he read her note. He glanced ponderously out the window at the near-by sea. Regen, disturbed by his lack of movement chirped questioningly and rubbed against his hand. "Chiiwp?" He smiled down at her, remembering his promise to do whatever he could possibly do to protect and raise her. But was getting involved with this woman the right thing to do? Or would it only endanger her? He turned and began to write. Quote: Dear Miss Avenorell,
My "superiors" wouldn't allow anyone in unless they were a doctor, therapist, or tutor of some sort. I feel smothered.
Yes, bodyguards. You see, I am a very sick man. But don't worry about Regen. What I have is in no way contagious. She is in no danger of getting sick.
I would appreciate knowing more than I do about Regen.
~Xennik Diagin There. Nice and simple. "Are you..ou up to one - one more flight?" Xennik asked Kenric. Kenric thrummed, his eyes flashing. Yes. One more. He took one more lap of milk before allowing Xennik to attach the rolled-up sheet of paper to his leg. Then he spread his wings and launched himself out the window.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 7:13 am
This time, only half an hour after he had left, Kenric returned with a passenger. Gusts of wind blew the papers off of Xennik's desk, and Regen squealed with delight. Xennik didn't have time to ponder on this, for moments after that, he could hear someone just outside his door. "It's Avenorell, Mr. Diagin." Already?! What-?! How-?! Why did she..? Xennik leapt off the bed, where he had been sitting, and dashed to the door, somewhat awkwardly without the help of his cane. But just before he reached the door of his hospital suite, he could hear another voice, this one much deeper. "I'm sorry, Miss, but I'm going to need to see some ID." A guard's voice boomed.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 7:23 am
"Excuse me? I am a doctor here for Mr. Diagin's check-up!" Avenorell insisted. Xennik took a shaky step away from the door. He sank into his desk chair and stared weakly in the direction of the argument. "Must be new here." the guard muttered suspiciously, as Xennik, who had heard the entire conversation, called innocently, "Co-ome in!" As Avenorell entered, he shook his head in unbelief. He looked terrible. His skin was a sickly yellowish green, a patch of metal skull showed through his thin skin just above his left eye, which was a blank glass replacement, and his left hand was bound in a bandage. A cane leaned against his bed-side table. Xennik opened his mouth to say something, but before he could get it out, a red-eyed metal bulldog bared its teeth and began barking at the 'intruder' boomingly, "RAUFF, RAUFF, RAUFF!" "Shush, T-term." Xennik demanded in annoyance. The dog whimpered and quieted, but continued baring his teeth suspiciously at Aven. Xennik ran his good hand - the right - through his raven black hair, then said, "I-if you're ju-ust go-oing to barge in...in like that, then you should at least...at least try learning a bit more-more about-t me. I-I'm the guest of honor. E-everybody in this building knows where my room i-is." "Pyu?" Regen asked, worriedly, eyeing Terminator2000 nervously.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 7:35 pm
Aven smiled kindly to the dog and set her bag down. Her appearance suddenly shifted, so, instead of a woman of about thirty that had entered the room, she was a good-looking 15-year-old. Xennik blinked. Then, without proper introduction, she began spewing information. "Now, Regen she is something called a Wethkin, and Regen has no gender, like all wethkin. They can be labeled with a gender, but they don't have one." "I-" Xennik mumbled, but was interupted before he could point out that he had figured out the whole gender part himself. "Callidora dear!" The blue puff floated over and snuggled into Aven's hair dark hair. "And what I suggest, what I've found some Wethkin like, is grapes, mints, ice cream, but I think ice cream may freeze this one." She laughed and pulled something from her bag, it was a very water-like blanket, the surface was like your hand was touching water. "I make blankets for the wethkin based on their type." "Ice cream...mints...grapes," These were all things he hadn't tried. Ice cream would probably be fine, since popsicles didn't affect Regen, and he would feel better if she would eat more healthy foods. He glanced up and accepted the water-like blanket. "Intriguing.." "Oh dear! It seems like...you have some sort of skin cancer. Has there been a doctor checking this out and giving you medication?" Xennik stiffened. "Oh goodness, whatever doctor taking care of this has no idea what nature can do to help other than that new medication formed from drugs that can kill you." His eyes clouded over. What on earth did any of this have to do with his health? Regen, sensing Xennik's discomfort, cooed anxiously. "What do your doctors do to care for you, Mr Diagin?" Xennik flinched as if he had been slapped across the face. "Y-no-Why?!" he cried, wrapping his arms around himself protectively. "They're do-oing everything that c-can be do-one to help me. I-I don't have ca-ancer, okay?" Avenorell frowned. Xennik's voice suddenly grew very cold, and Regen gave a concerned coo. "Na-ature did this to me. I-I'm not so much si-ick, as I am handi-capped!" he spat the word 'handi-capped' as though it were something vile and disgusting. "I-it was na-ature that did thi-is to me!" He thrust his arm at her, pulling up the sleeve, revealing a similar patch to the one on his forehead on his arm, accompanied by several scars. "Tha-at d*** ro-ockslide did this to me!" "Whiioo?" Regen whimpered, tiny tears coming to the corners of her eyes. She had never seen Xennik yell, and the look on his face frightened her. She remembered that dark, rainy night when Xennik had held a gun, and nothing stood between him and death, but Regen... "O-oh, I-I'm sorry Re-egen. I-I di-didn't mean to shout." He gently took the little Wethkin into his cupped hands and rocked her. She cooed sadly, confused and frightened. "Yo-ou're not here to discuss...uss my illnesses, you-u're here to te-ell me about Regen." He reminded Avenorell, gently stroking the still-whimpering Regen.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 7:43 pm
Avenorell seemed taken aback at his outburst. "Sir, if you are going to disrespect me I will leave." She warned. "And I am not meaning rock slides will heal you! I mean herbs." Well, duh, Xennik thought, almost rolling his eyes. But he sobered up when she pushed up her sleeve and pointed to scars up and down her own wrist. "I was stupid back then," she proclaimed to the shocked Xennik, "and can you see as many scars as fifty cuts? There is only fifteen now because I use herbs to cure sick animals and humans. I know a rock slide may have hurt you, like one hurt many others that came to my doorstep, but they got better. And I am just here to help." Avenorell wrote something on a piece of paper and left. Xennik sighed and slumped back into his wheelchair, almost glad that she had gone. But he had not meant to disrespect her. He was just....sick and tired. Sick and tired of everybody thinking that they could help him with their magic spells and herbs. Sick and tired of how everyone he met thought that they could help him. They didn't even realize how far gone he was. "Hurt me..?" Xennik mumbled into the silence of his room, remembering Avenorell's final comment. "Hah! It did not hu-urt me. It killed me." Regen, finally calmed down, cooed sympathetically. Xennik raised the tiny Wethkin to his cheek, allowing her wet, cool body to soothe him. Then he read the note she had left behind. Regen is a showers wethkin, keep her cool and in a wet spot.
Contact me again if you have any questions. He chuckled to himself, receiving a chirp from Regen. She could have just told me that.
I must have really upset her. Great. Just great. He now felt depressed, stressed, and guilty. Just wonderful.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 7:44 pm
In a letter, Avenorell Mr Diagin-
I am sorry for butting into your condition, and if you never want to talk to me again, I understand. I am just upset that you raised your voice, it truly hurts me when someone yells, It awakens all my memories.
Please understand, I do trust in nature, and I also understand that you are angry at nature because it caused you to wear metal instead of skin.
I am just here to help people, and believe it or not I have been doing that for six centuries, I may appear fifteen but it's one of my skills that keeps me in my youth.
I would greatly appreciate it if you would forgive me for making you upset, and anything else I did to hurt you.
Sincerely,
-Avenorell
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2005 4:32 am
Kenric returned with yet another note from Avenorell. Xennik tried to deny it, but the little dragon insisted, so he finally gave in and read it. He groaned. But he decided he might as well right back. Setting Regen down, he wheeled his chair over to his desk and picked up a pen and some paper. Quote: Dear Miss Avenorell,
I'm sorry I raised my voice at you as I did, but sometimes I just can't control my emotions. There's too much energy bottled up inside of my motionless body for my own good.
I do not wear metal instead of skin (thank heavens!). The rockslide shattered the bones in the left side of my body and paralyzed my nerves. By some miracle of modern technology, they managed to save my life, by replacing the shattered bones with metal ones, but I still am unable to feel in the left side of my body.
And you are lucky that you have memories. I lived a fairly easy life before It happened, so it caught me completely off guard when It did.
You insulted me more than hurt me, but don't worry, I easilly take offence. You are forgiven.
Oh, yes, and Regen says hello.
~Xennik Diagin
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2005 4:34 am
In a letter, Avenorell -Mr Diagin
I understand, I used to be that way.
Infact, I used to be even worse.
I also understand that some memories may be lost that belonged to you and were stolen, but life a... well pain, let's keep it at that.
And I am an old soul and understand many problems, uncluding how it is hard to talk about something that stole something from you. Something you loved dearly.
Mine is too hard to speak of, and I do think of you so far as a courageous man, one that likes to be alone sometimes, but will hold on to what he believes in and loves, and I do admire that.
And tell Regen I said hi as well.
Calli is a bit shaken but I bet she'd love to see Regen again, she likes making new friends.
-Avenorell
PS:My name is quite long, so you may call me Aven or Ave.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2005 4:39 am
Now what? Xennik thought, exhasperated, as, once again, as a somewhat agitated Kenric returned with yet another note from Avenorell. Xennik was beginning to wish that she would quit writing him back. It was stressing to keep this conversation going. Who did this Avenorell think she was, anyway, just barging into his life the way she had? "I am just here to help people," she had written. But how could she understand? She had told him that she was 600 years old. She had already had plenty of time to get tired of walking and running, of singing and dancing. He was 24 (younger, even. He had been 21 when he had been caught in that rockslide), a measly number compared to 600. He was too young to die. Too young to feel like an old, helpless man in a nursing home. Too restless, as he sat and watched his young adulthood fly by as if he were a stranger, watching a particularly uninteresting video of someone else's life. He sighed. Quote: Dear Miss Aven,
I wasn't always like this. That, I guess, is what makes it so painful. I am too young to be wise. And too restless.
But, once again, we are talking about my condition instead of what really matters; the Wethkin.
Hopefully one day Regen and Callidora can get back together again. Regen is going to need some better entertainment than the old fart that is her father.
~Xennik Diagin
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2005 4:40 am
In a letter, Avenorell Mr Diagin~
I must say, you seem very spirited, and you aren't an old fart, I am.
And I do know that most wethkin are very hyperactive, so they do need an outlet to keep them in check.
~Aven
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2005 4:47 am
Xennik was unable to reply to Avenorell's next letter, partly because Kenric refused to deliver another note. Xennik had run out of bribes, and Kenric was quickly becoming bored with the note-passing business. And partly because Xennik didn't know what else to say. As far as he was concerned, everything that needed to be said had been. And that was that. No need to continue. Glancing out his window, he saw that the strange Aven stood outside on the lawn, awaiting a reply. She looked quite majestic with her kimono blowing in the wind created by her Wethkin. After casting an amused glare at the stubborn little Kenric, he crumpled a paper into a ball and tossed it out the window, hoping that Aven would see it. It read; Kenric has decided that he's off duty for today. It would be wise to leave before you attract any more suspicion. And then, as an after-thought, he had added to the bottom, hoping that it might make her understand a little more; Did I mention that I was once a bodyguard and a cop, myself? He wrote it in small print, hardly noticable. Perhaps if he hadn't led such an active life before It, happened, adjusting would have been easier. Perhaps... Of course, he received no reply.
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