Noah Vasser
There was an endless shuffle about the lobby as Noah clambered about the tall ladder. His hands had grasped the edges, trembling like leaves as he drew higher and higher towards the ceiling. Each step was like the designation of an inevitable fall. Nevertheless, it was a mandatory system - and for unforeseen reasons he found himself being the maintenance man and janitor. It would take time to get things in order, and it almost seemed as if his plans for a regular theatre were misshapen.
It was impossible to get the book off the stage! It never budged so much of an inch, and thus Noah stomached a bit of woe trying to dream of a normal occupation directing around a clunky, if not somewhat tacky, book. His lips had pursed as he gathered the rag from his back pocket. In a tidy manner, he had began to dust along the upper edges of the wall, cursing and mumbling bitterly about having no assistance or janitorial team. If their deceased relative had left them a theatre, why were there no staff members?
The ladder clacked against the wall, creaking and shaking with each motion he made. Then, by sheer accident, Noah had dropped the rag. His body had froze, hand held in place as his eyes grew wide. In a weary manner, he had looked down to see the rag laying on the floor ... Far below him.
"What luck?" He had heaved, slowly beginning to descend from his high position.
It was impossible to get the book off the stage! It never budged so much of an inch, and thus Noah stomached a bit of woe trying to dream of a normal occupation directing around a clunky, if not somewhat tacky, book. His lips had pursed as he gathered the rag from his back pocket. In a tidy manner, he had began to dust along the upper edges of the wall, cursing and mumbling bitterly about having no assistance or janitorial team. If their deceased relative had left them a theatre, why were there no staff members?
The ladder clacked against the wall, creaking and shaking with each motion he made. Then, by sheer accident, Noah had dropped the rag. His body had froze, hand held in place as his eyes grew wide. In a weary manner, he had looked down to see the rag laying on the floor ... Far below him.
"What luck?" He had heaved, slowly beginning to descend from his high position.
Timothy Vasser
Timothy wandered out to where Noah was. He wasn't allowed to help, Noah said he was too young to clib up so high but he didn't like his brother doing it ether. He knew they didn't have the money to hire anyone, after all he wasn't stupid but he still worried and when he saw the cloth fall the small boy rushed forward, grabing it up before he looked up to his older brother.
"I got it Noah!" he called out, looking up at his brother. His still pudgy face had a fresh bruise on it. Aparently getting a perfect score was worthy of a shinner at his new school. He hated it there, the school was stupid. He was getting good grades and getting punnished for it, he absolutely hated it but he wasn't sure what to do. So instead he just stuck around here as much as he could.
He had a new playmate at least. Simba was nice, not around right now, but nice and he didn't like to bully or anything. He loved leading but that was fine to Timothy who wasn't too fond of the act himself. Right now though the mousey boy just wanted to help his big brother.
"Want me to bring it up?"
"I got it Noah!" he called out, looking up at his brother. His still pudgy face had a fresh bruise on it. Aparently getting a perfect score was worthy of a shinner at his new school. He hated it there, the school was stupid. He was getting good grades and getting punnished for it, he absolutely hated it but he wasn't sure what to do. So instead he just stuck around here as much as he could.
He had a new playmate at least. Simba was nice, not around right now, but nice and he didn't like to bully or anything. He loved leading but that was fine to Timothy who wasn't too fond of the act himself. Right now though the mousey boy just wanted to help his big brother.
"Want me to bring it up?"
Japi had no idea why she was drawn to the little theater. Sure, she had always wanted to act, but she'd never really had any experience. She wondered what their current production was, and looked around finding no information. She decided to go inside, hoping she wouldn't be scolded for doing so.
As she entered the building she noticed it was an old theater. She smiled and whispered to herself, "The best kind. Maybe it's haunted," she giggled.
There were two people here. A young boy and an older one on a precarious looking ladder. She cleared her throat, not so much to get their attention, but more to make sure her voice didn't 'misbehave' when she spoke.
"Hello," she called out to them in a sing-song voice.
Noah Vasser
Noah's foot had stopped upon one of the steps. His neck had twisted somewhat to peer down at the ground; the little rag he had been used to clean the walls and ceiling had rested limply in its taunting manner - beckoning he hurry down to retrieve it, only to have to scale the ladder again. It was a disheartening matter, and as Noah felt a twinge of bitterness for the task, he had contemplated giving up all together on the task of cleaning and renovation. A little voice spoke out of the blue, however, and Noah had felt his heart lift with relief.
His fingers had grasped the edges of the ladder tightly as he glanced downward at Timothy. "Stay on the ground, I don't want you getting hurt, and this contraption is not the most stable of things to stand on." Noah's voice was stern, though his face read of easy gratitude. "Just toss it up; I'll catch it."
Before he could muster anything else to do or say, the emergence of a young woman had captured his attention. His eyes had shot up, his face growing long at the sonorous greeting resonating from the rooftops. Another one had come. He could feel it in his bones; the chill waft of the breeze from the vents. The feeling of eventfulness and enchantment. It intoxicated the air.
"O-oh." Noah had stated, shifting somewhat on the ladder. "Can I help you, ma'am?" He had cleared his throat, a somewhat nervous expression stretching across his face.
His fingers had grasped the edges of the ladder tightly as he glanced downward at Timothy. "Stay on the ground, I don't want you getting hurt, and this contraption is not the most stable of things to stand on." Noah's voice was stern, though his face read of easy gratitude. "Just toss it up; I'll catch it."
Before he could muster anything else to do or say, the emergence of a young woman had captured his attention. His eyes had shot up, his face growing long at the sonorous greeting resonating from the rooftops. Another one had come. He could feel it in his bones; the chill waft of the breeze from the vents. The feeling of eventfulness and enchantment. It intoxicated the air.
"O-oh." Noah had stated, shifting somewhat on the ladder. "Can I help you, ma'am?" He had cleared his throat, a somewhat nervous expression stretching across his face.
Timothy Vasser
Timothy was preparing to throw it up and smiling as he could see that look of annoyence ease off his brother's face. He didn't like when Noah got all annoyed with this old place though sometimes Timothy wondered why they just couldn't sell it and go back home. As if to answer him, the woman came in and reminded Timothy of what else Noah did.
He helped children find homes. Timothy let his hand fall down as he instantly got very shy. He looked down at the ground and as soon as his brother was on the ground he dashed over to get behind him, glancing at the lady from behind Noah's legs. She looked nice at least, had a kind face.
In the world of the bullied Timothy learned to read faces. He could tell the kind from the pretending to be kind, the interested from the faking interest and the nice from the bored. He wasn't ready to let go of all judgement though. So instead he just hid behind Noah, he was safe as long as Noah was around.
He helped children find homes. Timothy let his hand fall down as he instantly got very shy. He looked down at the ground and as soon as his brother was on the ground he dashed over to get behind him, glancing at the lady from behind Noah's legs. She looked nice at least, had a kind face.
In the world of the bullied Timothy learned to read faces. He could tell the kind from the pretending to be kind, the interested from the faking interest and the nice from the bored. He wasn't ready to let go of all judgement though. So instead he just hid behind Noah, he was safe as long as Noah was around.
The feeling that drew Japi there began to fade and was replaced by embarrassment. Taking in the scene of the room once more, she had just realized what the empty state of things must have meant. "I'm so sorry," she blurted out, her cheeks turning slightly pink. "I didn't realize... I mean..." She fumbled her speech. "I thought this theater was open."
Japi couldn't believe herself for her assumption. She inwardly scolded herself, like she would have scolded the twins. She wanted to turn and leave, but her inward curiosity wouldn't permit it just yet.
Noah Vasser
As Timothy slipped behind his leg, Noah had felt a twitch tug at his lip. His heart had pattered at the draft circulating through the room. The sheer implications were unnerving, and it felt almost as if a danger were arising. Like living within a monster's lair, the wind seemed to echo 'feed me'.
Nevertheless, the man set a hand upon his younger brother's head. He straightened himself, gave a crooked smile. "Oh? Don't worry about it ma'am, we're open." He had confessed. "Just some last minute renovations. You see, this place is old." A light laugh had escaped his throat, nervous and skittish as if in an act. "You received one of our bills, I take it?"
Nevertheless, the man set a hand upon his younger brother's head. He straightened himself, gave a crooked smile. "Oh? Don't worry about it ma'am, we're open." He had confessed. "Just some last minute renovations. You see, this place is old." A light laugh had escaped his throat, nervous and skittish as if in an act. "You received one of our bills, I take it?"
Timothy Vasser
Timothy felt better when Noah had his hand on his head but he still didn't move out from behind his big brother. The normally shy kid became more shy after the move, dragged from the familiar surroundings. No matter what Noah said the theater didn't feel like home. Timothy thought it never would.
They didn't own this theater, the theater owned them. If it didn't then they wouldn't be doing his biddings. Timothy let out a small sigh but moved father behind his brother's leg. He didn't really like it here. At least the woman seemed less scary after she blushed and apologized.
Bullies never apologized unless forced.
They didn't own this theater, the theater owned them. If it didn't then they wouldn't be doing his biddings. Timothy let out a small sigh but moved father behind his brother's leg. He didn't really like it here. At least the woman seemed less scary after she blushed and apologized.
Bullies never apologized unless forced.
"Mm, yes." Japi replied, digging in her sleeve. "I have it here," she murmered, pushing past the vastness that was the enchantment placed on the kimono sleeve. Cookies, a bottle of water, some books, her mirror... there. She pulled it out. It was a little wrinkled, but still in good shape. "I'm new here," she explained through a nervous laugh. "So I didn't really know..."
She looked at the two, seeing the little one hiding behind his brother. "Hi there," she said smiling. He looked a little scared, which made Japi feel bad. She didn't ever want to be scary. "My name's Japi. What's your name?" She never really understood, but that seemed to be the typical greeting for little children, so she used it anyways.
Noah Vasser
It was precisely as Noah had expected, which had conjured a stern feeling to his eyes. From behind that smile was a serious young man - but of what one could scarcely begin to suggest. He projected such a calm demeanor; his posture was rigidly proper, the matter of fine etiquette buried within him. Nevertheless, there was a weariness to it all as he gave a little hum, glancing down at Timothy as if to give a tacit exchange.
She had a playbill.
Clapping his hands suddenly, Noah's face had fallen to light. His grin had shifted from ear to ear as the woman addressed Timothy over his name. Always the shy sort, Timothy proved a worry for Noah. He seemed secluded, and had ever since the dawning of their residency within the theatre. "We're relatively new ourselves, which is why we've gathered up this campaign." He had lolled his head slightly to the side. "With the playbills, I mean. We're offering free performances here or there about the way to audiences who would like to see some of our fine actors. World-class, I'd say, but promotional advertisement always needs a new spice, and the season for the performing arts seems to dwindle within the age of cinema." Noah had wrinkled his nose, as if dissatisfied.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Noah Vasser, and this ..." He had glanced down at Timothy. "Well, would you like to introduce yourself, or are you going to doddle there?"
She had a playbill.
Clapping his hands suddenly, Noah's face had fallen to light. His grin had shifted from ear to ear as the woman addressed Timothy over his name. Always the shy sort, Timothy proved a worry for Noah. He seemed secluded, and had ever since the dawning of their residency within the theatre. "We're relatively new ourselves, which is why we've gathered up this campaign." He had lolled his head slightly to the side. "With the playbills, I mean. We're offering free performances here or there about the way to audiences who would like to see some of our fine actors. World-class, I'd say, but promotional advertisement always needs a new spice, and the season for the performing arts seems to dwindle within the age of cinema." Noah had wrinkled his nose, as if dissatisfied.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Noah Vasser, and this ..." He had glanced down at Timothy. "Well, would you like to introduce yourself, or are you going to doddle there?"
Timothy Vasser
Timothy looked up to Noah quietly, a little confused. What was he talking about? Why didn't he tell the lady the truth? There were no world-class actors here, just that book, that magic book that he found. He glanced down not wanting to contradict Noah in front of him, besides he probably had a plan. He done this a few times already. Timothy trusted Noah, he was all he had now a days.
"I'm Timothy." he whispered quietly, glancing to the woman. She spoke softly. Timothy decided he liked her voice. He was use to harsh voices all the time, even Noah's voice wasn't that soft most of the time. He wasn't a soft guy but he was just a brother, not a father or a parent. This woman had a mother feel, something kids reconized and responded too without completely understanding why. "It's...um, nice to meet you Mrs. Japi." he said softly, remembering the manners his mother drummed into him the short time they were together.
He didn't move out from behind Noah though. Just because Japi made him feel comfortable enough to talk but that didn't mean he was willing to leave the protection of his brother just yet.
"I'm Timothy." he whispered quietly, glancing to the woman. She spoke softly. Timothy decided he liked her voice. He was use to harsh voices all the time, even Noah's voice wasn't that soft most of the time. He wasn't a soft guy but he was just a brother, not a father or a parent. This woman had a mother feel, something kids reconized and responded too without completely understanding why. "It's...um, nice to meet you Mrs. Japi." he said softly, remembering the manners his mother drummed into him the short time they were together.
He didn't move out from behind Noah though. Just because Japi made him feel comfortable enough to talk but that didn't mean he was willing to leave the protection of his brother just yet.
Japi nodded a little sadly at Noah's comments. "I've always preferred live entertainment," she assured with a nod.
Japi was thrilled when Timothy introduced himself. She smiled. But she understood his nervousness. She would be shy too, if she were in his shoes. They were both such well mannered boys.
"I would definitely be interested in any performances here," she continued. "And I'd love to bring my family with me."
Noah Vasser
There was an ease to Noah's chest. The woman seemed much more convinced than any of the prior visitors to the theatre had been. She was open-minded, and open hearted, it seemed. Her preference for live entertainment generated a fine kinship - and Noah couldn't help but smile himself. "There's nothing quite like the reality of real time expression and a one-shot acting attempt. It's all raw." He had nodded his head somewhat, pausing as Timothy had introduced himself.
At once, Noah had clapped his hands together. He had inhaled a breath before looking back to the ladder and the wall. He really needed to have the task completed - but there was the matter of leading the woman to the auditorium.
"We're happy to hear you're interested in our performances. Truly, we aim to please - and we do hope you enjoy them. They're ... One of a kind, you might say. I believe they are; I've certainly never seen anything like them." He had grinned somewhat haphazardly before tapping Timothy on the head. "Timothy, would you mind showing Ms. Japi to the auditorium? Right down the hall with the doors - you know which ones I mean."
At once, Noah had clapped his hands together. He had inhaled a breath before looking back to the ladder and the wall. He really needed to have the task completed - but there was the matter of leading the woman to the auditorium.
"We're happy to hear you're interested in our performances. Truly, we aim to please - and we do hope you enjoy them. They're ... One of a kind, you might say. I believe they are; I've certainly never seen anything like them." He had grinned somewhat haphazardly before tapping Timothy on the head. "Timothy, would you mind showing Ms. Japi to the auditorium? Right down the hall with the doors - you know which ones I mean."
Timothy Vasser
Timothy was getting very close to just relaxing. The lady had a soft voice and he had Noah around. Things were better when his brother was around, besides the young boy knew very well that sometimes soft words were a lie, something to soothe those watching into leaving. So when Noah touched his head to obviously send him off on his own his eyes went wide as he looked up at him. He shook his head mutely as he glanced at Japi with new horor.
Just because he was starting to relax with her didn't mean he was ready to be alone with her. What if they were all lies? Then he caught himself. He shook his head again but this time to dispell the fears. Timothy was always a timid child but never a coward. Some of Noah's genes also ran though him and he could be bold too. It just took a lot more.
"A-are you sure Noah?" he still had to whisper as he held on to his brother hand and looked up at him, but he already knew. Noah never said anything unless he was sure. So the younger Vasser looked down with a sigh, before glancing back to Japi. "Um, it's this way."
Just because he was starting to relax with her didn't mean he was ready to be alone with her. What if they were all lies? Then he caught himself. He shook his head again but this time to dispell the fears. Timothy was always a timid child but never a coward. Some of Noah's genes also ran though him and he could be bold too. It just took a lot more.
"A-are you sure Noah?" he still had to whisper as he held on to his brother hand and looked up at him, but he already knew. Noah never said anything unless he was sure. So the younger Vasser looked down with a sigh, before glancing back to Japi. "Um, it's this way."
"Don't worry, sweety." Japi smiled at the younger boy. "I don't bite."
Japi was surprised that the free performance would begin so quickly. It must be impromptu, she thought to herself. Oooh, that sounds like so much fun. She squirmed a little in excitement as she walked. Impromptu. That was when you could really tell who was the good actor and who was not quite as good.
Japi's mind wandered as she followed Timothy, if there were already people inside. Was she late? Oh dear, I hope not. I don't want to miss any of it.
Timothy Vasser
Timothy took the playbill as he headed to the book. He really wasn't sure what to do here to be completely honest but he opened the book and placed the playbill inside before he turned to glance at Japi. She seemed a little excited and he wondered if she still would be after this is all over.
"Wait a moment, the show will begin soon." And on cue it did. The book started to move and glow as the lights seemed to dim around them. Timothy just melted away, not nesicary for this scene of life. The stage got all the attention as lights that didn't work came alive to light up the space, and the characters came from no where to do the most important scene.
"Wait a moment, the show will begin soon." And on cue it did. The book started to move and glow as the lights seemed to dim around them. Timothy just melted away, not nesicary for this scene of life. The stage got all the attention as lights that didn't work came alive to light up the space, and the characters came from no where to do the most important scene.
Japi was startled at first. The set just materialized in front of her. She hadn't expected that kind of magic from a theater in Gaia. Back home, maybe, but not here. She decided not to question it, at least not yet.
The scene is set in the depths of the opera house, the Phantom's domain. Christine is there with him, still sitting in the boat which brought them there, watching his every move, mesmerized by his voice. He knew it was his voice alone, for his appearance was.. not one to be gazed upon.
"Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation," he begins softly, watching her watch him. "Darkness stirs and wakes imagination," he takes a step, circling around to her right. "Silently the senses abandon their defenses."
He steps forward to help her stand from the boat. She takes it, never breaking eye contact.
"Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour," his words are almost a whisper. "Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender." Christine's eyes finally wander, searching the room. "Turn your face away from the garish light of day," the Phantom continues, taking her chin in his hand and turning her face back toward him. "Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light. And listen to the music of the night." With his words, Christine breathes in deeply.
He smiles a posessive smile and continues his song, stepping away from her slightly. "Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams," Christine's eyes close, as though responding to his command. "Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before. Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar." He holds the last note, watching her--trusting and vulnerable--eye lashes fluttering. "And you'll live as you've never lived before."
Christine opens her eyes again, entranced by his voice.
"Softly, deftly, music shall caress you," he holds his hand out for her and she takes it, walking closer, slowly. "Hear it, feel it, secretly posess you." He draws her closer and begins to circle her again. "Open up your mind. Let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness which you know you cannot fight." He gestures to the cave around him. "The darkness of the music of the night."
"Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world. Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before. Let your soul take you where you long to be!" His voice booming this time. He had the complete attention of every inch of her being. "Only then can you belong to me," he gestured toward her with an open hand, then gently closed it into a fist, finger by finger.
"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication." As though in a trance himself, he drew closer to her, wrapping his arms around her sides, holding her hips tightly. "Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation." She moved with him, as though they danced, slowly. "Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in, to the power of the music that I write." He let go of her body, almost regretfully, and led her across the room. "The power of the music of the night." There was something he wanted to show her.
Christine followed without complaint and watched him as he pulled back the red curtain of a small display. Inside it, she saw her face, dressed up in a beautiful wedding gown. She fainted, but the Phantom caught her in his arms.
He carried her to an elaborate bed, still singing to her softly. "You alone can make my song take flight." He set her down and drew close to her face, brushing it with one hand. She didn't stir. "Help me make the music of the night." It was his last plea to her, who was beautiful, both in voice and appearance.
Finally, he drew away from her and left to his own work, on his music, for her.
Japi watched in awe. The acting was perfect, the music--she couldn't even tell where it was coming from--was perfect. She could feel the desire between the two on stage. It was mesmerizing.
When the scene was over, she looked around for Timothy. Instead of him, she noticed a different small child, sitting in the middle of the stage, next to the large book that had been there before the performance. She stood from her seat and approached the stage.
Timothy Vasser
Timothy never moved from her spot and while he could see that Japi was clearly being very moved by whatever she saw but he couldn't see it. Just like he couldn't see it when Noah got Simba. He couldn't see anything the book showed other people. The young boy sometimes wondered why he was even here. The book didn't seem to want to show him anything, Noah seemed like the only needed one. But as the book closed and the scene ended he was not the only kid in the room, again.
On the stage, sitting full of pouts and anger, sat the masked child, Erik. Timothy turned to the stage and then looked back to Japi. He coughed a little as he rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn't sure what to say, he didn't know what Noah wanted him to say right now so he just went with his insicts.
"Here we are. Um, this is your new kid, uh, Erik I think, you know after the character." Timothy coughed quietly and glanced to Erik. He got shy almost instantly, he just wanted to leave now. Japi was one thing but Erik looked like a bully, which made him want to go, now.
On the stage, sitting full of pouts and anger, sat the masked child, Erik. Timothy turned to the stage and then looked back to Japi. He coughed a little as he rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn't sure what to say, he didn't know what Noah wanted him to say right now so he just went with his insicts.
"Here we are. Um, this is your new kid, uh, Erik I think, you know after the character." Timothy coughed quietly and glanced to Erik. He got shy almost instantly, he just wanted to leave now. Japi was one thing but Erik looked like a bully, which made him want to go, now.
Erik just sat and glared back at Japi with defiant eyes, saying nothing.
Japi looked back and forth from little Timothy to little Erik. My own little Erik? Really? At first she felt a little nervous about the whole thing. It was definitely magic that had brought the little phantom to her. Was she really ready to handle that kind of child? She walked forward and knelt down in front of him, still glancing at Timothy, as if to make sure he was still there, then turning her full attention to the masked child.
"Is it alright if I be your mommy?" she asked him.
Erik looked her over. Her hair gleamed in the spotlights of the stage, her voice was soft and beautiful, but he could never admit that he admired it. "Whatever," he replied, looking away.
One of the threads that held back a piece of Japi's personality snapped and she just couldn't take it anymore. She let out a squeal of glee and scooped the little phantom up and hugged him tightly. "You're so ADORABLE!" she squealed.
Erik instinctively reached up to his mask, to make sure it didn't fall as the woman flung him around wildly in her embrace. He had no idea what to make of the situation whatsoever.
Timothy Vasser
Timothy gave off a small smile. It was kind of nice to see that. To see Japi hug her child in such glee. It made him feel a little jealous though he couldn't honestly say why. He bearly remembered his parents, it's just been him and Noah for a long time. Timothy couldn't say he didn't want it any other way but he knew he loved being with Noah. That's all that mattered right?
"So...um, that's it I think." he said quietly, opening the book to see the playbill was gone. He blushed as he glanced at Japi and set the book down again. It never left this room, it seemed best that it was always right here. Timothy couldn't say why but he felt the book wanted to be there.
"You guys can go home now if you want too. I...don't really know anything, so I don't think I can answer questions but if you want I can try." he offered, pushing his glasses up as he looked pretty uncomfortable now that there was another kid in the room.
"So...um, that's it I think." he said quietly, opening the book to see the playbill was gone. He blushed as he glanced at Japi and set the book down again. It never left this room, it seemed best that it was always right here. Timothy couldn't say why but he felt the book wanted to be there.
"You guys can go home now if you want too. I...don't really know anything, so I don't think I can answer questions but if you want I can try." he offered, pushing his glasses up as he looked pretty uncomfortable now that there was another kid in the room.
Japi, now kneeling with Erik in her lap, thought about it for a moment. She had a lot of questions, only a few of which were probably answerable. "How long has this been going on?" she asked. It was more of a curious question than something she needed to know. "Where'd that book come from? What kind of magic is it?" It was a most definitely a magic she was unfamiliar with. The excitement of the situation was still visible in her face.
Erik fidgeted in the new woman's lap. He felt comforted by her presence, but there was no way he would be lulled into any sense of security, false or no. The other boy in the room looked nervous too, so Erik had to look tough. He narrowed his eyes and frowned at the other boy, attempting to look menacing.
Timothy Vasser
Timothy was worried about this. He really didn't know the true answer for those questions but he would tell her what he did know. They weren't at this for long, and even Noah wasn't sure exactly the point of all this, they just did as they thought was best.
"As far as we know, since we moved here, which was a few months ago. One time I found the book and Noah got a kid. Um, since then it happened three other times. This is...our fifth kid I think. I don't know where the book is from. I just found it here, in the theater and I dunno what kind of magic. It's...werid. Sorry, I don't know a lot." Timothy apologized, looking down. He didn't make eye contact wtih Erik. He had bully written all over him.
"As far as we know, since we moved here, which was a few months ago. One time I found the book and Noah got a kid. Um, since then it happened three other times. This is...our fifth kid I think. I don't know where the book is from. I just found it here, in the theater and I dunno what kind of magic. It's...werid. Sorry, I don't know a lot." Timothy apologized, looking down. He didn't make eye contact wtih Erik. He had bully written all over him.
Japi nodded. "It's alright sweetheart. I didn't really expect you to know that much."
Erik sat triumphant in Japi's lap. He had obviously won the stare down he'd initiated, and Japi was none the wiser.
The woman continued. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked. She doubted it, but she just couldn't help but make the offer, with Timothy standing there looking so depressed, and her feeling at least a little responsible for it. She stood, sliding Erik off her lap but holding on to his hand tightly.
Timothy Vasser
Timothy galnced to Erik before he shook his head. The woman was really nice. She had a voice that made him slightly calmer but he still turned down her offer of help. Noah could take of them, he always did, even when things were harder. So he knew everything be okay now. It just was hard sometimes for the shy little boy.
"We're fine, but thank you ma'am." he said politely. "Noah takes real good care of us." Timothy had some pride, mostly in his big brother's opinion. He wouldn't let anyone think that Noah didn't take good care of him.
"We're fine, but thank you ma'am." he said politely. "Noah takes real good care of us." Timothy had some pride, mostly in his big brother's opinion. He wouldn't let anyone think that Noah didn't take good care of him.
Japi smiled. Timothy was a brave little boy, and so was his brother, though not quite as little. "If you ever need anything, just call then." Japi suggested. "I'm pretty good with magic," she added with a wink. "And I'll be around, watching for any productions."
Erik tugged his new mother's kimono. He was getting a little angry that she was talking to the other boy so much and was ready for that to be over and done.
Japi looked down at Erik and smiled. "Are you ready to go to your new home?" she asked him, squeezing his hand in hers.
He nodded, but to his dismay she knelt down and hugged the other boy before leaving.
"See you again soon, Timothy," Japi said, patting him on the head as she pulled back from the short embrace.
As they left, Erik turned back to him and stuck his tongue out, holding his mask to his face with the hand not occupied with Japi's.
Timothy Vasser
Timothy was a little surpised by the hug but smiled a little at it. He would have also been surpised by the brave thought. Sure Noah was brave, Timothy was just along for the ride. He knew that Noah's move here was nessicary, no matter how much he tried to make it sound more like...a new opperunties. Kids understood some things, at least kids like Timothy who understood that his guardian wasn't all powerful.
He didn't feel brave at all though. Especially not when Erik stuck his tounge out at him. Afraid he already made an enemy Timothy winced once and hung back, waiting for the new mother and son to leave before he also left. At least he was able to handle that on his own. Now he could help his brother with this weird book stuff, maybe he'd be able to understand it better too.
He didn't feel brave at all though. Especially not when Erik stuck his tounge out at him. Afraid he already made an enemy Timothy winced once and hung back, waiting for the new mother and son to leave before he also left. At least he was able to handle that on his own. Now he could help his brother with this weird book stuff, maybe he'd be able to understand it better too.
