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*The constant interuption causes Micha to look up for a moment, and over to Fenton. After staring at the creature for a few moments Micha goes back to his book. The boy allowed the Fenton creature do what it pleased, afterall it didn't effect him directly, if at all*

Micha: . . .

*Back in the decaying house, Trilla is still side tracked by the refridgerator. All the food had long since been gone, and it looked deep and dark inside. Trilla pokes at the wire grills that were once used as levels inside the fridge. She pulls them out, turning them over to see. They could be used for something later maybe, or perhaps not. Trilla curiously looks into the darkness of the old fridge, and sits on the door*

Trilla: >.> ??

*At first Micha pays Fenton no mind at all, but when the creature's fur started to irritate his feet, Micha again lets his eyes leave the book and trail down to the small creature, nuzzling at his feet and shoes*

Micha: . . . ?

*Trilla continued to stare into the small space. It reminded her of the elevator*

Trilla: >_> Hnn...

*With the leveling grills gone, the refridgerator was just a big empty shell. It was cool to the touch, though it was the cool touch of age. The refridgerator had been unplugged, possibly for decades. Trilla crawls inside, and pulls the door closed. It was dark, and a good place she thought to think about being repromnded for sticking her tongue out at Eecheb. The door however opens again, and claps loudly on the floor*

Trilla: >_<;

*Trilla tries closing the door again, but like the last time it falls open again. Then an idea strikes the child; pulling in her wings, Trilla tries to tip the fridge onto the door. The momentum the thing builds makes it an easy task to complete. Trilla was again sitting on the door, but now the rest of the fridge was above her. When the fridge had connected this time, there was a slightly magnetic clap. Again it was dark and small, but now at least she could think to herself*

Trilla: =_= Mean Eecheb! Making Trilla get in trouble.

*What did the small creature want? Was it hungry? Did it want to play? Was it merely being affectionate? Micha just didn't know, so the boy just stares back at the small creature. Perhaps it would give him some clue as to what it wanted*

Micha: . . . ?

*Trilla sits and continues to have her own private pity party inside the fridge. Already she was begining to tire, and she didn't know why. Slugishly the girl blinks a few times and tries to open the door....... nothing! Unlike before, the refridgorator now had most of its bulk above where Trilla was, keeping the fridge pinned down. Trilla was trapped inside! Starting to panic, Trilla pushes against all the walls of the enclosed space to no avail. She shouts, but the fridge walls are thick and insolated to keep food fresh. Now her breathing was faster, and her wings were pressed against the sides of the fridge. It was no use, she was stuck, and the reason for her slugishness was obvious. When the door had shut the last time, it was tightly sealed. There was no fresh source of air, and it was starting to effect the child. Mastema didn't tend to breath, though he did every once in a while. Perhaps that attribute would be kind enough to start working now. In the meantime, Trilla continued to panic and grow seemingly more passive. By now she was on her side, inside of the sizable fridge. Her wings were loose to her back, and her breathing was shallow. Even the child's eyes seemed a little glassy. Death however was something the child would not think of, firstly because it wasn't ever something brought up in her thoughts. True she had heard of death before in the children's stories, but never really had asked about it, the same way she really never asked about life, or how she truely came to be. That was a subject that Zeph had brought up, when talking about being made. Right now she rather missed Zeph, his living red light was fun to watch. Again Trilla was feeling rather tired, perhaps all she needed was..... a little..... rest*

Trilla: ..............................

*Micha continued to watch Fenton for now, the creature was a distraction but perhaps a well needed one. Afterall, Micha had been in the library, literally for days now. The book on the table was left alone for the moment, while Micha continued to blankly stare at Fenton*

Micha: . . .

*Mastema would receive no response, as the child had already passed out. Her mind was fuzzy, and the lack of breathable air didn't help. There were pleanty of places the girl could be, upstairs, down stairs. There were crawl spaces, and any number of places to hide, Mastema had his work cut out for him*

Trilla: ..............................

*Micha slowly turns his head to look at the nuzzling creature. So it just wanted attention? Fare enough one would suppose, some creatures live for it afterall. The hand Fenton nuzzled, slowly turns so the palm faced the creature. Fenton could nuzzle the boy's hand more deeply now if it so chose*

Micha: . . .

*A soft azure glow would emit from the child, upon Mastema's aura making contact with her own. Trilla was unconcious but still breathing, albeit shallow, her finger tips twitch slightly. At the very least, Mastema would know she was on the upper level of the structure, and somewhere within twenty feet of him*

Trilla: .......................

*Micha's other hand moves, from where it had been and soon finds a place petting the small lump of fur. When Thanatos returned, then Miha would return the creature to him*

Micha: . . .

*As the bulk of the refidgerator was pressing down to the floor and also the refridgerator door, to which Trilla was limply resting upon, the door scraped loudly across the floor as it was crushed into the floor and dragged away with Mastema's telekinesis. When the door moves away so harshly from the refridgerator, Trilla is thrashed around inside, slamming into one of the walls of fridge, then bouncing back off the other. Trilla finds a limp resting place on the floor, upon her back. The force being applied in this case was enough to knock the child senseless even farther, aswell as cascading her hair all about in various directions. Also because Matema was forcing the fridge down, it smacks to the floor faster than the child. One of Trilla's limp hands comes to rest on the side of the fridge wall, the other randomly thrown like the rest of her body. At least there was a moment or two of fresh air for the child, whom was still out of sigh*

Trilla: ......................

*Micha would continue with the motion, until such time at Fenton no longer wished it. Micha raises his head, and looks out toward the door while continuing to pet Fenton*

Micha: . . .

*The ocassional twitch would be seen from the girl's finger tips, just as they had been before within the fridge, only now they were could be seen. Trilla's head and face were pointed toward Mastema. The child's hair was strewn everywhere, and her breathing was still shallow. A few feathers lye randomly about, having been knocked loose by the jolt and bouncing. There was also what appeared to be blood, beading from the corner of her eye, and slowly rolling over the bridge of her nose, to drip upon the cheek below it, and stain her black and white lockes*

Trilla: ......................