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 Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 3:54 pm
Herald 
When you come upon the scene, it is a weak and dying Herald that you find, unable even to stand. A few scattered feathers on the ground are the only remnants of the wings it once possessed. It has come to this place to die...or be saved? That, of course, is up to you.
You are alone when you find the angel. The Heralds have long gone unsaved, and though it appears to you, it does not hold much hope of living on. Near to where the two of you meet rests a grey stone slab that the angel seems desperate to reach. With your help, the Herald climbs upon it, needing something from you to save its life. What will you choose to give it? And what significance does that item hold for you? Is it a family heirloom? Something you happened to have on hand? Something you'd purchased earlier that day? A lucky charm?
You may have noticed that many details have been left off. This is because we want you to have plenty of freedom to develop the scene yourself. Consider time of day, weather, season, etc. when you post.
Brewing Storm Metaplot Considerations for your Prompt: The time of day is still open for translation. The only thing that is set is that it is raining when you find your fallen angel, with the scent of a strong thunderstorm in the air. Cloud-to-cloud lightning is optional, but no cloud-ground.
Now, as she stood by her locked car with one hand on her hip, she could only release a small sigh and squint into the distance. The other researchers had been here, although hard to tell she could see the tracks and cuttings along the sand dunes. Large holes, small holes...you name it and the dunes had been subjected to it. She could hardly call it abuse but given where this place was situated she would have thought they would have been somewhat tidier.
"River, river." Releasing a sigh, she shook the rain from her head and the closely bound braids. While working she would often tie them out of her way and for once she was extremely glad she did - granted, she now craved the off shore tropical islands around Gambino but there was no use weeping over spilled milk, she had a job to do.
It was with that in mind that she braced herself against what looked set to be even worse weather than she had anticipated and trudged towards her goal. Footsteps heavy against the dampening soil, sand and clay beneath her feet...
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
Mutter.
And she continued until at last she caught side of the point in which the river met the ocean. This was where the unusual amounts of contamination had been located alongside localised reports of 'mutated' wildlife. She made a mental note not to be surprised at the discovery of three eyed fish and continued forward - another mental note was in reference to a lighter or more comfortable ruck-sack.
And yet, as she thrust herself through the sand and rain something caught the corner of her eye. A faint glow to her left caused her to stop (again) and once again, craning her neck and squinting her eyes she attempted to discern exactly what it was.
Feather, feather - maybe it was a bird?
Arm, leg...Skin. If the biologist hadn't been pale before then, she lost all colour and began to spout many expletives. Truly, this woman was a master of vocabulary as she swung round and threw herself in the direction of the lump of - well, she assumed it was a person and she wasn't far wrong either. It was only when she drew nearer that she realised the severity of the situation and furrowed her brow.
At her feet lay a naked individual, pale and shivering. Dropping her rucksack at the side of the individual's head she was quick to check for vital signs, heart beat...breathing. Luckily, whoever it was still seemed to be alive - admittedly the breathing was exceptionally erratic but it was there.
"Unconscious." She muttered, swearing under her breath as she opened her bag to locate the foil wrapping that was often used to fend off hypothermia during severe weather conditions. What a person was doing out in this weather without clothes on was beyond her.
Still, as she began to rummage it gulped in a huge breath of air and heaved itself forward, extending a hand towards what looked to be a large stone slab.
Splat.
Blinking rapidly the woman looked up from the large droplet that had deposited itself on her forehead and glanced towards the creature/girl...if she was entirely honest she wasn't certain of what it was!
"Hey, hey, hey!" Grimacing the woman attempted to grasp hold of the small person, however, said 'person' appeared to have other ideas as it made another attempt to reach the slab. A small, almost pleading whimper followed and with a disgruntled snort the woman cupped the creatures shoulders and rather roughly set the creature down upon the slab - it hadn't been far away from it anyway.
Another shiver and then with yet more 'hidden' strength, or perhaps the last reserves of what other energy it possessed the small individual extended a hand outwards slightly. Not a word, not even another whimper - just that hand. The biologist could only raise a brow at first, having come here to research the contamination she had not been prepared to be rescuing something that appeared to be mute.
...What did every person need?
Water!
Snapping her fingers, the woman swung round to grasp the first thing that came to hand. Given that approximately 70% of the contents of her pack consisted of water, the logic behind her madness was that she would pick up something of use. However, what she did grasp wasn't a water bottle but instead a test tube - inside, consisting of sea water, some stray sand and what appeared to be a strand of seaweed.
Unfortunately, she failed to look at said object as she thrust it towards the petite creature and continued to search for something more substantial. Food, another foil blanket (for herself). She scarcely noticed as the individual clasped the object offered to it - more to the point, as she turned round once more to wrap the foil blanket about the small form she didn't see the small glimmer emanating from the object before it seemed to literally turn into dust.
More concerned with the individuals immediate well being, the biologist concentrated on wrapping the foil blanket round the creature instead of paying attention to the manner in which the dust seemed to be absorbed into the skin that was quickly turning from pale white, to a sickly blue.
Not good. She was going to have to move and quickly.
Clucking her tongue, the woman slipped the rucksack back onto her shoulders and with another swoop of her arms, lifted the tiny form into it. Despite the size, it was surprisingly light and with very few extra expletives (she had exhausted her supply on the way up), she made her way to her car which was still warm from the heater.
Bloody summer and this place still demanded she turn it up, oh how she missed Gambino Port.
...Once sat in her car, the young woman closed the door behind her and released a sigh. Curled up, the individual (who did look human) had reverted to its somewhat unstable condition but perhaps the heat and water would do it well. A trip to A&E might be a bloody good idea as well but there was no way in the name of Gaia that she was bringing a stark naked kid to the hospital.
It was with great displeasure that she then realised she would have to delve into the world of the living...in the worst possible sense of the word. She was going to have to go clothes shopping...
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 3:57 pm
[ROLEPLAY LOG][.mini-mall meeting.] After encountering the peculiar and weak child near the shore, Adelle makes her way towards the mall in search of some form of clothing to cover the being's weak frame. Unfortunately, not everything goes to plan... As Adelle returns to the front of the mall she unceremoniously forgets where she has parked her car and encounters someone she hasn't seen in a great number of years.
Such a small world is this...
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 3:58 pm
Herald 5.2.07
You sit inside, protected and comfortable as the weather rages outside. The evening meal is on the table, and you're filled with an intense feeling of well-being.
Your mind veers, against your will, to the dying creature that you had come across. It certainly wouldn't be comfortable tonight. What are you thinking? It's probably already long gone. But...what if it isn't?
What's it actually like outside? Do you go in search of the Herald? What do you bring to make it more comfortable, if so? Do you even find it?
It was a little strange though...As she rested against the wall and eyed the rather empty room she had to admit that she hadn't lived in a house for quite a while. Actually, it had been many years since she had and now that she had chosen to buy a new one to accommodate her research and the duration of her stay she found it rather comforting. It brought back quite a few memories of home with the exception that home had furniture, curtains and looked more lived in.
Well, at least the place was warm.
Still, resting the plate of chicken wings on her lap, the woman continued to watch the rain as it battered the window panes. Surrounded by boxes she found the entire situation rather cosy but the words of that annoying little child continued to replay in her mind. That little girl, Elf's child had declared her irresponsible and now that she really had time to think about it...Well, what did a six year old kid know?
Unfortunately, Adelle's mind wasn't entirely convinced by this. Deep down, as she watched the rain batter the protective wall between her and the extremities of the weather she couldn't help but wonder what had happened to that child. It had been incredibly ill when she had found it and then it had simply vanished - poof! Regardless, as the wind howled and caused her window to 'creak' slightly she twisted her lips into a grimace - if anything, it must be incredibly cold out there.
But it had vanished.
Shaking her head she glanced down at her uneaten meal and then towards the foul weather again. She had already been out in it enough in the last few days, there had been no signs of that kid and it had disappeared without a trace. All the logic in the world informed her that chasing after something such as that was foolish, especially when she hadn't the slightest idea where to start.
...Especially when she didn't know if it was real. Perhaps it was lack of sleep, weariness from travel but she was not inclined to believe that a person could simply vanish without a trace. Not a fan of the super natural she was quick to push aside that feeling (that still pursued her) and returned to her rather uncreative meal.
If she had been destined to save a person there would have been a 'sign' by now and a niggling doubt in her mind didn't make her stand to attention.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 1:30 am
Herald 07.23.09
You have been warned that a child is coming that you must care for, a Herald to be precise. You know that you cannot avoid caring for it and that it will reappear soon.
You begin to notice that your mind strays to the Herald's arrival more and more frequently. Finally one day you see a particularly bad storm outside, similar to the one raging the day you first found the fallen form that started all this and you feel a strange sensation deep in your bones.
What happens? Do you find the child or does it find you? Where does it reappear and how does it reappear? What is your reaction upon finding it and were your prepared for this day?
Nevertheless she had taken note that while the weather had been foul, today was somewhat different. The wind howled and the rain was more vicious in its assault against the window pains. What drafts existed in the house (small as they may be) had turned into something that could have been regarded as a wind tunnel. Suffice to say she had taken to wearing socks in the house, a habit she had never liked among her friends, and was rarely seen without a jumper on. The heating may have been blazing and warming up the majority of the household but there was always one corner or one tiny bit of the corridor that caught her off guard. She had the composure not to yelp in surprise everytime but it still sent of shiver up her spine.
If this wasn't enough, she was beginning to suspect that at some point between her former lodgings and thistown she had been drugged or had a personality transplant. She hadn't lost her dry cynicism but she was now becoming horribly maternal. Worse still, she was obsessing over a disappearing child that could very well have been a figment of her godforsaken imagination! She knew it was utterly ridiculous and was well aware that it wasn't normal but she still couldn't shake that feeling in the pit of her stomach that something wasn't quite right.
...And it definitely wasn't her.
No; her mother had always mused on and on in relation to 'instincts' and a 'sixth sense' - frankly she'd considered it complete and utter nonsense until recently. For some reason, that niggling feeling that she had ignored with great ease was now becoming more insistent and her mothers musings came back to haunt her. If she was being pressed in to thinking that something or someone was on the approach, then shouldn't she pay heed to it?
Ignoring it once was one thing, but when the feeling didn't go away there was definitely something amiss.
Correct?
Probably - her mother had a way of being right about these things regardless of how utterly infuriating her methods might have been!
With a sigh, Adelle rested her shoulder against the window frame and cast her gaze out towards the street before her. The foul weather had ensured that the majority of individuals remained at home; only those required to work braved the cruel winds. All was quiet for the most part and she had to hand it to the town, but it really had that rather demure and quaint element to it. She'd never been a fan of people or towns but if she hadn't been questioning her own sanity as of late she was fairly sure she might have appreciated some of the qualities it possessed - for example, the beach was rather nice.
Unsurprisingly, her eyes flicked from the street to the horizon where the beach lay and her lips pursed. Heaving a deep sigh, she attempted to dismiss the lump in her throat and shook her head. It was that beach that had started everything, she had only come to continue her research - evidently it hadn't gone to plan.
"Wise up," she murmured, tearing her gaze away from the window. She regarded the wall with apparent interest before her eyes (despite her inner protests) slid back towards the window and fixed on the horizon again. Was it her, or was there something strangely familiar about this afternoon? She hadn't been struck with De ja vu yet but now that she'd actually taken the time to consider it... Well, it was just like the last time wasn't it? It was just like that fateful day when her life had turned upside down and she had been chastised by a six year old with strange looking wings.
Her lips couldn't have thinned anymore even if she had cut them off.
Something wasn't right - her gaze hardened and she continued to regard the horizon with suspicion until at last her shoulders slumped. What exactly was she expecting to happen? Was she expecting for the horizon to explode or something? She had never been big on signs but hell if her mother was always going on about them then why the not, it might actually make things interesting for the cynic.
Ironically she got exactly what she wished for.
No sooner had she torn her gaze away from the window again than a light caught her peripheral vision and she swung round. It had been so fast, almost like a setting sun and she only just spun round to see the final glow. It was all a little cliche and she gawked at what had occured, this was a hoax. It had to be a hoax.
Her gaze flicked back to the street and much to her chagrine those crazed individuals who battled against the weather seemed completely unaffected by it all. They hadn't even seen it!
But she had.
Shaking her head, the woman couldn't dismiss the feeling that what had happened was rather important. She didn't necessarily appreciate it or the fact that her mother had been proven right again; but she couldn't deny that something was different. The butterflies came to life in her stomach and she gave a groan as she placed her hand against it, she'd never liked this sensation and yet here it was. It couldn't get much worse but to add insult to injury it seemed like she was going to have to become one of the 'idiots' out there too. It was either that or ignore the queasy feeling in her stomach which was highly tempting on a short term basis, but a highly distracting one on a long term basis. In her line of work distractions were a bad thing and so she found herself with only one possibility.
Another sigh followed.
It was with a great deal of effort that the woman goaded herself into moving, her motions were sluggish and unmotivated, and she certainly had no intention of rushing herself. However after around ten minutes she found herself dressed in all her waterproof glory (terribly attractive to ducks, not so much to men) and strode outside. Her head immediately bowed against the weather but given she was accustomed to horrid climates, she merely spat the worst of the water from her lips and pushed forward towards her car. If anyone expected her to walk they were absolutely stark-raving mad.
What followed was a rather terse car ride to the shoreline, her expression decidedly foul as she continuously dismissed her butterflies and pressed on. Her nerves were becoming rather erratic if she dared to say so herself, they had no reason to be frayed and here she was on the brink of transforming into a blithering idiot.
Scratch that - she did become a blithering idiot.
No one could have anticipated what would occur on the way to the shores, she had expected to make some sort of monumental discovery but instead she nearly ran over a child. A child that had simply materialised out of thin air, right before her and sat quite comfortably in the middle of the road. The string of expletives that rang from her mouth were certainly not repeatable and some might have argued that the recovery period was a little too long as well. All she could do was stare and in return, he stared at her - owlish scarlet eyes focused entirely on her.
...And then she knew.
"You," she mouthed silently, her lips remaining parted as the realisation dawned on her. That little brat that Elf had cared for was right, the child had come back. For some reason she wasn't surprised by this, she was more terrified at the prospect of becoming a mother. This was never something she had ever considered or planned for - hell she didn't even have a significant other!
What the hell was she going to do now?
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 2:05 am
[ROLEPLAY LOG]
[.a mother is born.]
First of all, she was going to completely and utterly annihilate the kid. Was it possible to kill an angel? She'd never really taken the time to consider this or the plausibility until now. She'd always assumed that angels were spirits that had transgressed to another plane of existence and yet here was a child and according to another angel, Herald, or whatever they were supposed to be called... he was her child. This news was not being received with all the enthusiasm and joy that a typical parent would have had. The joyous arrival of the child into her life would have been an absolute joke, particularly if she had actually hit him.
What was he thinking?
She finally dragged herself from the car, slamming the door open as she leapt out. Her booted feet clacked heavily against the stones beneath them and barely taking time to recover from her initial landing from the small distance between her jeep and the ground, she stalked towards him. What she hadn't really anticipated was that he would be completely unconcerned by her rage; either that, or he didn't understand the fury boiling underneath her skin and causing her eyes to glow with unspoken and incredibly inappropriate words.
"What are you doing!" she roared as she continued to bridge the distance. It didn't take long, with her long strides she was at his side in no time and he continued to gaze at her with the same inquisitive expression and owlish eyes as before. "You could have been killed, you should never ever sit in the road like that, you shouldn't even stand in the road!" she howled. She had expected some sort of response and when she received none it seemed to make her worse. She actually spluttered - weren't children supposed to argue or something?
Argh! All she wanted to do was take the foolish child by the shoulders and shake him until he made some sort of reply. Alas, all he did was stare and aware that children were decidedly weakened and vulnerable against adults, she held her peace.
Deep breaths, Adelle. Deep breaths.
"How the hell did you get here anyway?" she muttered finally, kneeling down to inspect him for any sign of injury. Thankfully, he seemed to be completely unharmed and more importantly he seemed to be in a much better condition than he was before.
He was quiet for a few moments longer before finally opening his mouth, "Y-y-y-you," he stammered. He furrowed his brow at this and promptly clamped his mouth shut once more; she had the decency not to lift a brow at the gesture. Clearly, the little boy was more aware of certain things than was generally expected of one so young.
...Were they really reborn angels?
It would make some sort of sense, she supposed.
"Me," she stated flatly and lifted a gloved hand to rub at her temple. "The little brat was right then," she muttered coolly, her grimace deepening. This was the last time she was ever going to hand anything to anyone, it was decided in those moments. Especially in this place, she really wasn't sure she could handle this child let alone anymore that decided to grace her with their presence! "Name?" she asked at last, to which he replied with a shrug of one shoulder. His expression became owlish again and she pursed her lips, it was only when he shivered that she took note of the following; he wasn't in very many clothes and it was still raining.
"Good gads, this is so not my day," she muttered and with a rather abrupt sweep she heaved the child into her arms and trudged back to her car. She wasn't blind and it didn't take a genius to notice the recognition that flashed in his scarlet eyes as he spotted her jeep. She wasn't sure, but she suspected that he associated it with warmth to some degree - it made sense, both times she had encountered him in the pouring rain. Was there ever a time when he wasn't cold?
"W-w-w-where are w-we g-" he frowned, stilled himself and seemed to take a deep breath before speaking again. "Going?" he enquired firmly, his lips thinning into a purse that could rival her own. Evidently the pair had been seperated at birth if cynicism and facial expressions had anything to do with the reasons she had been selected for him.
"Home," she replied as she propped him into the seat beside her and shut the door. Leaping into the drivers seat, she slumped against it for a moment and blew out a long breath of hot air. "Don't know about you, but I'm cold and the weather sucks. Swimming in this weather is more for the ducks," she pointed out quietly and with that, she started home again.
"Oh," he murmured after a few moments, seeming to consider her words carefully before speaking. "W-w-hat," he paused and took another deep breath, shaking his head in much the same fashion that a dog would shake water from their fur. "is a duck?"
She nearly crashed her car again.
"You don't know what a duck is?" she enquired increduously, he responded with a mere shake of his head.
It was in these moments that it dawned on her just how much of a blank canvas he was, she was mildly outraged (a surprising emotion for her) at his naivity to something so simple and more startling was that she felt the need to right it. Now wasn't really the time for it, but she would introduce him to ducks, cows and every other animal under the sun if she had to. As ridiculous as it sounded, her sensibilities couldn't handle the knowledge that someone in the world didn't know what a duck was.
"I'll show you some ducks," she murmured with a small sigh, though it was more to herself than anything.
...It wasn't exactly the way most people would have been introduced, or taken to motherhood.
That being said, she'd never really been normal to begin with.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 2:35 am
[ROLEPLAY LOG]
[.thats a koa, not a duck.]
The butterflies in her stomach were gone - this was a bonus. It was definitely a reprieve considering what she had dealt with in the last few days. The nervousness and apprehension were gone, replaced by a startling level of determination and acceptance for her fate. Oh, she hadn't asked for this type of responsibility and she certainly wouldn't have dreamt of it but now it, or rather now he was here, she would deal with it. Somewhere out there a mother was weeping at her insensitivity but credit had to be given where it was due and for someone who didn't even want a child, she was doing pretty well. Or at least this was her take on the entire situation and she wasn't inclined to listen to arguments who came from other parties.
As she opened to door to her house, she was instantly greeted by the welcoming embrace of the warm air from within. Shooing the child inside, now that she had figured out he was old enough and healthy enough to walk on his own. She stepped into the threshold and slammed the door shut behind her. Both she and her new child released soft sighs of relief (in unison no less) and promptly regarded each other with something that bordered on both suspicion and curiosity.
He was a smart one, she could see it in his eyes.
This was to be proven as she tugged off her coat and observed him as he drifted about and inspecting each nook and cranny. Here, in this house he was marvelling over the smallest of details. He paused here and there to inspect cracks, halted to lift his gaze to the spines of the books that lined the shelves... and then he seemed to freeze as he inspected something else. As if on cue, the golden fox-like creature slipped from it's perch on the sofa and swept into the hall. There it regarded the pair thoughtfully and then seemed to accept their existence. Or rather, it seemed to accept that the child existed and merely recognised that Adelle was home.
"D-d-duck?" The child stammered, it's eyes owlish once more and she shook his head.
"Nah," she responded with a shake of her head.
"T-t-thought s-so," he murmured with a slight nod.
"Eh?" Now she was lost.
"Too - too - " He heaved a sigh and extended a hand to stroke at the fox-like creature behind the ear. "Too warm," he pointed out wisely, her lower lip jutted out somewhat in surprise and then she nodded in agreement. He really was smart; stammer aside, he was far more analytical than most kids that she ever remembered. She didn't even think she'd been that astute as a child! He smiled at that, seemingly satisfied by her surprise.
"They've got beaks and they can be warm, but they're usually wet," she explained after a few moments, once again shooing the child into the warmer areas of the house. The fox like creature followed, pausing every now and again to regard its owner critically - like the child, it understood every word. "They're called KaoKoa, or Koa for short - his name is Gabranth," she finally introduced the pair and watched with something along the lines of amusement as both regarded each other.
...An unspoken understanding passed between the pair.
"G-g-gab... Gab-branth."
"Or Gabby," she offered after a few moments and gave a hapless shrug, ignoring the once again critical stare of her companion, although after a few minutes he did seem to accept there was logic in her statement.
"Gabby," the child repeated with much more ease, seemingly grateful for the opportunity to shorten something to less syllables. If there was one thing that she and he were going to have to work on, it was fixing that stammer. She didn't know how to go about that just yet, but she was sure that there were books on it that she could look into. It was just a case of practicing and she suspected that eventually he would work through it. He certainly seemed stubborn enough which was a desperately good quality to have in the face of such a challenge.
"You know, I can't just call you 'It'," she mused after a few moments and folded her arms - he returned her gaze. "Ayegali," she said finally and nodded, he furrowed his brow as if to indicate that he would have difficulty saying such a problematic name. She lifted a brow in silent challenge and then offered a small smile, "For now, I figured that 'Gee' would be appropriate. Ayegali is awfully longwinded and mature for a kid anyway but it'll sound cool when you get older!" The optimism in her tone even surprised her but it was something that he seemed to require and his scarlet eyes seemed to crinkle slightly as the smile attempted to reach his eyes.
Perhaps there was hope for them both, but she was going to have to get to work on hunting down certain necessities. Clothes would be a good start, then some trinkets here and there, books for that stammer and he could probably make use of a tutor. It was just as well she had plenty of savings - anyone else would have swooned at the possible costs involved surrounding this child!
"Gee," he practiced it on his tongue for a few moments and then regarded Gabranth thoughtfully. "K-Koa," he offered and then turned his owlish eyes back towards Adelle, she had the decency not to look expectant but even she couldn't help but gape at how he referred to her. "Odd," he finished with a firm nod of his head.
Just as well she was too surprised to deck him for the insult!
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 6:49 am
[ROLEPLAY LOG]
.i genuinely hate shopping malls. She genuinely hated shopping malls, she hated the queues and she definitely hated the crowds. Her friends and family had known this for years and in these years she had gotten by without the need to ever visit these devilish places. Online shopping was a wonderful thing, whether it be an actual store or just ebay she could get whatever she wanted at whatever time of day. All her clothing and entertainment needs were addressed in the space of a few clicks.
Unfortunately she was a touch paranoid about her food and as a consequence she did have to go to her local supermarket now and again. She needed to see her food, she needed to touch it and make sure that it was fit to eat. She just couldn't trust the employees, particularly when they had set deadlines and would just throw anything into their carts before shipping it off to some poor sod's home.
Suffice to say, she avoided shopping at all costs but unfortunately there were certain things she simply couldn't avoid. The fact that her new 'child' required clothes was one of these unavoidable situations. She knew what size she was, she knew what clothes she liked and suited but when it came to him she had absolutely no idea. Whoever had seen fit to dump him in her lap had given him the most horrendous black garb but that was about it.
...They could have at least left him some shoes.
It was ironic that all this criticism came from a woman who was not renowned for her style. She dressed for comfort and practicality rather than to turn heads, but even she could recognise that a kid needed more than one set of clothes, particularly when he would grow out of them in seconds. She'd had no kids of her own but she did have old school friends and they always complained about how fast their kids grew. It was one of the reasons Adelle preferred to avoid reunions, they gave her headaches and she had absolutely nothing in common with the women. They couldn't fathom why she hadn't settled down yet and she couldn't figure out why they would have kids if they hated it so much!
"So," she murmured, coming to a halt in the middle of the shopping mall. Her free had was resting on her hip, her thumb slotted into her belt, while her other arm looped round the child that was balanced rather precariously on the other side. He was a child after her own heart apparently, as he regarded the crowds and the noise with equal distaste. "Let's make this quick," she continued and sucked in a breath, turning her gaze towads Ayegali. "What's your favourite colour? If you're going to have to wear this stuff you might as well like it and if you say 'black' I'll overrule you because you look like you're an emo -"
He opened his mouth, then shut it again.
She didn't expect him to know what an 'emo' was anyway.
"Red," he replied at last, furrowing his brow as though he was considering more than just that question. His facial expression was on par with a professor trying to discover a new element, or that would have been how she described it. "Dark red, like that..." he pointed towards one particular shop window with drapings in it, they were clearly curtains but the colour was specific enough. Adelle continued to examine it was a few moments before concluded that the colour he was after was more of a blood red than anything. It was dulled of course, it certainly didn't make her cringe but he couldn't have picked an easier colour, could he?
"Red it is," she murmured with a sigh, readjusting her grasp on the toddler. She did at one moment shove him further up her hip rather abruptly, unaccustomed to the additional weight, but eventually it seemed both 'mother' and child were comfortable. "Now do you want long shirts, short shirts or t-shirts?" she continued as she moved down the mall, heading towards signs that seemed to indicate that they sold baby clothing. Now and again she would be forced to make an abrupt turn, dodging and weaving amongst the crowd in a manner that any other parents would consider horribly inappropriate.
"All?" he didn't really understand the difference and frankly, she didn't blame him.
"Meh, we'll just try 'em all on," she slammed to a halt as a group of teenagers pulled out in front of her and ground her teeth. "Landmines," she murmured coolly as she swept to the left and round them, deliberately increasing her voice as she went. "Next time I'm planting landmines, teach them to pull out on me like that."
He may not necessarily have understood what his new mother was talking about (what was a landmine?), but Ayegali did smile just a touch at the tone of her voice.
...She sounded like a grumpy bear!
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 7:46 am
[ROLEPLAY LOG]
.hes not normal. Red really was his colour. Adelle leaned back just a touch and observed her son with a critical eye; they'd just about managed to find pants that fit him and after a considerable amount of time (and many clothing changes) they had found shirts that Ayegali liked and Adelle didn't hate. They weren't exactly her style but he seemed to like them a great deal and they were clearly not going to see eye to eye on this one. She had no desire to deal with a toddler tantrum either, she'd seen them before and to be perfectly honest they terrified her - she didn't have the patience to handle them and quite frankly, they gave her a headache just catching wind of them as she walked by. To deal with one directly would be her worst nightmare and as a consequence she went for the easy way out - if he liked the shirts then he could keep the shirts.
"Are you sure you definitely want the one with the pinstripe?" she asked at last. It was this shirt in particular that didn't sit well with her, he was a toddler, not a business man! In reply he folded his arms, puffed out his cheeks and stared at her for a considerable length of time as though her question really wasn't worth a better response. She roughly translated this look to 'I want it, therefore you must buy it', too fearful was she of a temper tantrum that she could only groan and place it in a pile of clothes that was quickly growing in size. In hindsight she probably should have taken him to a discount store, she'd already done a mental tally of the cost a while ago and considering how many more items had been added to the pile she just didn't want to look at it again.
...She'd winced more than enough for one day.
"Pinstripe it is, but I think we have enough shirts don't you?" she arched a brow in a manner that pretty much forbade him from disagreeing. His new wardrobe could probably rival any other upperclass baby and she was acting as a single parent! She thanked her lucky stars for her savings, though made a mental note to locate a babysitter so that she could work all the overtime under the sun. If this was the cost of a child everytime they grew out of their clothes then she was going to need way more money. She was only a few days into this motherhood thing and she already mourned the loss of her freedom. How could anyone do this willingly? It wasn't even fun!
"k," he replied simply and slipped from the cushioned bench he had been sat on. He was still unsteady when he walked, he barely even spoke due to his stutter but he was certainly independant. To be perfectly honest the new mother was amazed that he could even be embarassed by his stutter at such a young age. However, she was quickly becoming aware of the fact that he had a level of intelligence that most normal children lacked. He picked things up more quickly, he knew when something wasn't right and he was curious about subjects that toddlers normally didn't care about. A small part of her twinged with guilt when she thought about it, there was a high chance he'd known she wasn't thrilled at his existence, she hadn't made any secret of it.
Slipping her hands into her pockets, she took a seat, sat back and watched as her toddler son wandered around the various shelves and rails. He paused every now and then, reached up to feel a material and then seemed to dismiss it as inappropriate. He continued in this way for a considerble amount of time and then he appeared to be struck with something he had to see. Spinning round, he kept his hand fixed around the trouser leg of one particular piece of clothing and pointed with his free one. "This!" he announced with an emphatic nod which Adelle assumed meant she needed to get up and obediently moved towards him.
What she removed wasn't a pair of trousers at all.
It was a...
"You want a Yukata?" she asked in a puzzled tone, turning it over in her hands as she admired the design on it. Admittedly it was one of those little outfits that were put together by the stores, it had trousers beneath it that he had been clinging to but he seemed more interested in the very rich colouring on the main robe than the pants beneath.
"Mhm," he gave a nod and reached up to touch at the silk again.
"He has taste," an unknown voice interrupted Adelle's musings and she turned round just a touch to be greeted by a man that may or may not have inspired her son. In short, he was in a Kimono and looked rather pleasant in it to say the least. On his right shoulder the most peculiar bird she'd ever seen perched comfortably and in his hands were clothes - lots of them. Ah, so he had children too? She couldn't help herself as she glanced around in an attempt to spot them but her search appeared to be futile.
"Expensive ones," Adelle agreed uncertainly as she glanced at the price tag.
"Mmm, but he'll need to get a size up if he wants it to fit properly," before the man had even finished speaking, Ayegali had attached himself to exactly that, the next size up. Adelle didn't argue, she merely placed the former on the rails and pulled out the smaller one. Lowering it to Ayegali's height, she handed it over and gave him the chance to inspect it more closely. He spent the next five minutes staring back and forth between the strange and the Yukata in his hands.
"An old hand at this," she smiled wrily and placed her hands on her hips, the corner of her eye focused on Ayegali who appeared to be deconstructing the outfit, extracting it piece by piece from the hanger so that he could try it on for himself.
"Not really," the man confessed and held up the clothes. "They're for a friend."
"Ah, so you are not a father."
The man pulled a face, she couldn't help but chuckle just a touch.
"Negative," he replied and then released a sigh. "On the contrary I have persuading my friend that he would be better to remove himself from his armour and fit in a little more," he tilted his head to one side and began to chuckle quite a bit at Adelle's expression. He made absolutely no sense to her and he was more than aware of this. Without hesitation he lifted up his robes to reveal the tiniest little man Adelle had ever seen. He was a little down the aisle, clanking his way towards the stranger but the golden armour and little sword were unmistakable - even Ayegali had stopped examining his yukata to get a better look.
"That's not real," Adelle croaked, unable to prevent herself from staring.
"No, he really is real," the stranger confirmed with a laugh and held up one of the tiny baby outfits he had in his pile. Adelle gave a snort, covered her nose for a few moments and only uncovered it when she had regained control of her facial features. Unsurprisingly, the stranger continued to look amused and motioned with his free hand, "Might I introduce you to Onion Knight, though he prefers to be called 'Onion'," he explained.
"O-onion?" Even Ayegali seemed amused, his expression was one of both curiosity and awe.
"Indeed, m'lady!" for such a tiny creature his voice boomed out and Adelle glanced down rather quickly, "And dear sir," he added to Ayegali, holding out his tiny hand to be shaked. Baffled, Ayegali shook it then turned his scarlet gaze to his own palm as though he expected it to shrink now that he had been in context with something so small. When it didn't, he looked towards Adelle enquiringly and she shrugged her shoulders, there were somethings she really had no clue about and this was one of them.
"Why's he so small?" she asked at last.
"CURSE!" Onion howled. He hadn't given the stranger time to answer and said stranger promptly shut his mouth again, pulling an exasperated face at the antics of the small armoured man. "A wicked wish! She fouled me, placed a curse upon my form and I am forever bound to remain the smallest of all HEROES!"
"I see," Adelle replied politely, by the expression on Ayegali's face he clearly wasn't buying it.
"His race are all that small," the stranger offered rather quickly, he'd found a gap in Onion's dramatics and had taken it. "They are all munchkins, very tiny but very loud if you had no already been made aware of that," he smiled sheepishly and then motioned to the bird on his shoulder. The bird hadn't said anything (Adelle didn't expect it to anyway), instead if had been watching the proceedings with marked interest and chosen to hold it's silence. "He is the familiar of this individual, Aversham."
"A pleasure," the bird replied and gave a nod of his head. Adelle gawked, Ayegali turned to it with considerable interest.
"You are not used to this, are you?"
"No, can't say I am," Adelle confessed and shook her head. "I have only been here two maybe three weeks now...?"
"Ah, then welcome to the madhouse!" The stranger very nearly threw the clothes in his arms but the colourful bird had jump neatly onto the pile as he spread his arms out, thus saving him from the embrassment and the store clerks from the mess. "Oh," he paused and offered his free hand, "The name is Ayr, I've introduced all by myself so I expect it's only fitting."
"Adelle," she shook his hand and then motioned to the toddler at her feet. Ayegali had returned his interest to Onion who appeared to be telling a tale of damsels in distress, a prison, some sort of floating castle and a big red crystal. She didn't even bother to ask, merely introduced her son while he was preoccupied with Onion's story. "And this would be my um...son, Ayegali."
"You mean a Herald," Ayr replied quietly, she snapped her gaze back towards him.
"How?"
"I've been here a little longer than two weeks," he explained gently and gazed down at Ayegali for a few moments. He seemed to muse over his appearance for a while and furrowed his brows, "He is an unusual colour," he observed at last, causing Adelle to puff out her cheeks just a touch. He held up his hand, as if to request silence so he might explain. "Most Heralds are born to this world with white hair and blue eyes, he is the opposite, no?" she seemed to settle at this and he pursed his lips. "How curious."
"Why is that curious?" Adelle enquired stiffly.
"I wonder why he came to you in such a manner, that is all," he shrugged loosely and returned his attention to Adelle. "You have been here for many hours now, you must be hungry, no?" he nodded towards Ayegali who was now leaning forward as Onion recounted his tale in a whisper, obviously it was one of the more exciting parts. "He must be as well, perhaps you will join us for lunch?"
"Is this before or after I bankrupt myself on baby clothes?" Adelle enquired sourly, to which he gave a snort of laughter, though he seemed to be able to sympathise.
"We will eat light, I am in much the same predicament," he confessed.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 8:16 am
[ROLEPLAY LOG]
.a room of his own. Navy and red, his tastes had grown over the last few weeks and so had his opinions. He was much more vocal and the more relaxed he grew around his little family the less he appeared to stutter. He had one morning, a week or so back, declared that his room was too plain and he wanted to give it more colour. She had suggested something more neutral of course, something that would give her a headache the second she walked in the room. She had wanted light and airy but had been overruled by the tiny child who had declared that as nice as 'airy' was, he wanted navy and red. A tiny part of her blamed this on his tutor, a man who wore such extravagant clothing but appeared to have a very set preference when it came to the colours he selected - dark greens, navies and the deepest reds she'd ever seen. On him she could appreciate that it looked rather handsome and complimentary but she was dreading the day that Ayegali stepped through the door as a mini clone.
He seemed to absorb information like a sponge, but he also seemed capable of drawing his own conclusions as well.
If she'd been any other mother she would have been ecstatic but she still couldn't quite get her head around the fact that she even was a mother. She could be thankful for small favours though, he didn't have temper tantrums and seemed to understand that when she said 'no' there was a reason. She'd even found a babysitter - well he wasn't quite a babysitter, but Ayr was so fascinated by the Herald and his level of intelligence that he had offered to care for and tutor him while Adelle addressed her other concerns. As a consequence she wasn't tight for money anymore and Ayegali had whatever clothes he wished for, but she still wasn't used to it - was she meant to feel anything beyond weariness, a sense that she was being overwhelmed by responsibility? There was a reason she'd never had kids, she'd never even had a stable boyfriend before!
"How's that wall coming?" she asked at last, shooing her own musings away from the forefront of her mind. She glanced round as she heard a small 'hm' that didn't sound entirely satisfied and was met with the sight of a tiny boy, hands on hips, glaring up at the upper half of the wall that he couldn't reach. He was definitely the independent sort, she had realised this a long time ago, but it amused her everytime she saw the particularly adult expression on his features.
"It's too high," he sighed with irritation and waved his brush at the upper end of the wall.
"I can see that," Adelle replied and dropped down from her stepladder, it was one thing she wouldn't let him use simply because it was irresponsible. However, she had figured out a unique way to deal with his insistance that he help. He was allowed to do the lower half of the walls and she would do the upper half and the ceiling - add that to the fact that she could get most of it done while he was studying and she generally avoided too many issues. "Time to swap them," she announced, sliding the stepladder towards his wall along with her paint palette - he gave a nod of agreement and shuffled over to her side. Adopting a studious expression, he seemed satisfied with the solution provided and set back to work. It did bring a smile to her lips when he did that, she was beginning to realise that he wasn't the sort to argue about the small things in life.
They continued to work in silence for the most part, the 'swish' of the paintrollers and brushes only interrupted by the occasional hum from Adelle herself until the frontdoor opened and the now familiar footsteps began to move down the hall. There was a quiet murmur as Gabranth and Aversham could be heard greeting one another and eventually the steps continued, a momentary pause and then the door to the Ayegali's room opened. The frame was quickly filled by Ayr who's expression quickly turned from amiable to amused at the sight.
"What?" Adelle enquired, leaning back a little against her stepladder. Ayegali had already put down his paintbrush, it was only when he began to giggle that it became clear he'd figured out what was so funny before she had.
"I appear to be dressed for the occasion," he replied simply and stepped out from behind the door a little more, to reveal that his kimono did indeed match the room to perfection, it was only then that she offered wry smile. "I will have to select another colour pallette for my next visit, lest I disappear into the furnishings, hm?"
"Do that and he may want his room painted that colour too," she announced darkly, though there was still a hint of a smile on her lips. "Alright Ayli, guess it's time for you to shuffle off and half some fun for a bit. I'll finish this up."
"Keep it red and navy," Ayegali warned, turning round to face his mother with his hands once again, positioned on his hips. His lips were pursed and he was eyeing her critically, which should have come at no surprise given she had seriously been debating a sabotage. How hard could it be to stage an accident and have to repaint all the walls one colour.
"I will keep the walls red and navy," she confirmed, thoroughly chastised.
"Promise!"
How was it even possible to be cornered by a toddler? Her mouth opened just a touch in surprise and she shot a glance to Ayr who had at least had the sense to look away, feigning interest in something completely ridiculous as he did so.
"All right, I promise," she confirmed with a defeated sigh. Satisfied, it was only then that her son left the room with his tutor, who lifted an amused brow at the defeated parent as he went. Adelle made a mental note at this point, to paint the entire house lemon yellow just to spite the pair of them.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 9:18 am
Herald 07.23.09
Time has passed, and your Herald is becoming fond of you and beginning to show affection. You two have grown closer, but that's not the only aspect of growing.
The little boy that came to you in the storm is changing. His wings are growing in, and though they look feathery and light, his hair is still black and his eyes are definitely red. At least the wings look normal, though... right? As normal as weird seawater wings can be expected to look, at least. They hurt coming in though, and as they grow bigger, your little boy shows signs of being very uncomfortable.
How do you deal with the child's discomfort? Do you have any remedies to ease it? How does he react, and how do his wings show the sacrifice you gave him?
She was beginning to see where all these mother's got it from.
This week was of no exception and she had begun to notice changes in her son. She didn't need Ayr to mention that something was amiss, she could see it every morning in the way he moved and his poor mood. Ayegali was getting agitated, he seemed permanently uncomfortable and he kept reaching behind him in an attempt to grab at his wings. Given his sour mood he had been less than co-operative and as the week had progressed even her patience was tested and what good mood she had been in, had vanished. It wasn't that she didn't want to help him, but the child insisted on darting off the second she came near him. She could have blamed it on hormones if he was a teenager but he was still a child and unfortunately this wasn't an option.
"Ayegali!" she called after him as he leapt away from the table and stormed back to his room. Again he had left his food mostly untouched and more bizarrely he had stalked right passed the man he treated almost like a father. Ayr had moved out of the way of course, resting on the door frame as the child had stomped off, but now that he had a moment to discuss it with Adelle it was clear his thoughts were similar to his own.
"Still no luck?" he came fully into the kitchen and stretched out his hand towards the cabinet, Aversham teetered along it and perched comfortably near the doorframe, emerald eyes seeking out Gabranth who had become a favoured companion.
"No," she sighed and rested her weight against the sink, tilting her head to the side as Ayr took a seat and glanced briefly at Ayegali's untouched meal. "He won't say a word, all he does is pull a face and stomp off. It's as if there's something wrong with his back, he doesn't like his wings anymore or something..." she confessed.
"His wings?" Ayr arched a brow and then dropped it, sighing heavily. "In comparison to a human child he is growing at an unnatural weight, if you consider the growing pains we had growing up there's a chance that he could be experiencing something far more severe?"
"Are painkillers an option?" Adelle enquired tiredly, lifting a hand to rub at her temples. He shook his head slowly, obviously he wasn't a doctor and couldn't possibly begin to offer up any definite answer.
"Have you noticed that they leak?" Ayr hadn't moved off on a tangent but he had caught Adelle off guard and after a few moments of startled silence she did slowly nod. She lowered her hand to the cabinet again, her elbow resting comfortable against the rim of the sink.
"I think that might be my fault," she confessed and stared down at her slippers. "I bumped into a friend once, the first time that I found Ayli and she explained to me what a Herald was, she even had one herself," she pursed her lips and continued. "She said that they take 'sacrifices' of some description but she never specified what it did -"
"It saves their life," Ayr cut in simply.
"Wait, what?" she hadn't heard this bit.
"They're exactly what their name states 'heralds', or messengers," he explained gently. He didn't seem to be surprised that she wasn't aware, she seemed oblivious to a great many things and had simply had the responsibility dumped on her lap without consultation. "When they are done providing their 'message' their wings are destroyed and they fall to the earth destined to die," his expression darkened considerably as though he didn't agree with this type of fate. It was as if these messengers had been born with only one purpose and after it was complete they were destroyed, they were consulted, it was just done.
...Hardly a pleasant life.
"They can be saved through a divine sacrifice," he cleared his throat and frowned in thought. "Given the peculiar nature of many herald wings, I can only assume that this sacrifice becomes their wings - I don't profess to know how but it seems the only logical explanation."
"I had samples of seawater in my car, they vanished just like he did... He was thirsty, I told him to wait while I got him something but apparently -"
"He drank the sea water," Ayr offered, she nodded mutely. "Not exactly the most fabulous introduction to the world, I must say I absolutely detest the taste," he finished with a small chuckle, Adelle arched a brow but resisted the urge to give any smart remarks. He was a bit of a smart a**, she would be the first to point this out but there was a time and place for everything, now was not one of those times.
"Do you think it hurts when they do leak...?" She straightened and made her way back towards the table. She pulled out the chair, then took her seat. "What if it's like a constant stream of blood and there's no way to stem it?"
"One could theorise but unless he confirms it, it's impossible to tell," Ayr replied, glancing back over his shoulder as he detected shuffling and pacing coming from the corridor behind him. Within moments the herald had reappeared, his expression still sour. However, hunger was a very powerful call indeed and he found his way back to his breakfast plate without a word towards either adult.
Adelle had never been one for tact.
"Ayli I promise I won't touch them but are they hurting you?" she asked, leaning forward with her chin in her hands. "If it's really sore we can look into getting something that dulls the pain," she explained gently. As was to be expected the tutor kept his remarks to himself and permitted parent and child to discuss it amongst themselves.
There was a long silence, affording Adelle time to glance at the wings that really did have the most bizarre look to them. They did appear to 'leak', but somehow, a great deal of the water seemed to be held in the overall shape of a wing. Something kept them that way, almost as though an invisible bubble held them in place, but as with any bubble they weren't as strong or as great as sealant as they first appeared. However, what was most startling to Adelle was the colour they possessed - to the untrained eye it meant nothing but to the marine biologist it set of alarm bells.
Oil.
His wings were polluted, there was a reason she had been sent to those shores and without those missing samples she hadn't been able to give concrete results. She felt a surge of guilt in her stomach at the realisation that he'd been left unattended with that sort of substance. That 'rainbow' sheen that occasionally flickered through the liquid wings would probably be admired from afar but she knew then and there that it wasn't healthy. Was that why it...?
"It's sore," he confessed at last, finally lowering his fork and lifted a hand back to try and grasp at his wings. Unfortunately his hands went straight through them, much like water, but when he withdrew them they were covered in the rather sleak and slippery oil. Even Ayr knew what it was from that point forward, though he didn't quite grasp the severity of the situation. "But that's okay," he continued and shook his head. "It's supposed to hurt, I read the books and they say when people grow it hurts," he explained patiently and shook his hand. "But it's messy, so messy," he looked utterly disgusted and glared at his hand.
"Painkillers won't work for that," Ayr murmured gently and swept backwards, grabbing the kitchen towel as he did so. He held it out to the herald who promptly grabbed it and began to scrub at his hands.
"Ruins my clothes too, I can't wear them again!"
Adelle began to feel increasingly worse, she could theorise that the oil was acting as a part of the 'bubble' or the sealant but at the same time he was a magical being, there could have been other factors in play. Who was to say they weren't solidifying on their own?
She didn't know, but what was clear was that the boy despised the mess. The perfectionist within him hated to see his things ruined, particularly when he took pride in his appearance, even for one so long.
The table lapsed into silence again as Ayegali returned to his breakfast and Ayr folded the tea towel up to be washed later. It really was a most peculiar issue and it was highly doubtful that any individual would be capable of giving advice. It was a moment in which Adelle had to think outside the box and that was rarely something she did - usually things were fairly black and white for the woman.
Or they were.
Then she became a mother.
"We could try freezing them," she said finally, causing both tutor and son to stare at her in confusion. She wasn't surprised, it wasn't the most typical of solutions. Pain killers sounded the most sensible, heat wraps to dull the pain a second, perhaps even treating the clothes to be waterproof but freezing his wings.
"Salt water doesn't freeze," both pointed out and she lifted a brow.
"Yes it does, it just has a much lower freezing point," she corrected and popped her lips. "It might hurt though, it depends on how salty your wings are, if they're very salty we'll have to get them very cold to freeze them which could be incredibly painful."
"But they wouldn't be messy anymore?" Clearly, this child wasn't adversed to pain, it was a little worrying to the new mother.
"Provided they were cold enough and would take a very long time to melt. We could also treat your clothes so that they didn't absorb the water, it just dripped off them," she continued. She steepeled her hands and glanced towards Ayegali, half expecting him to scoff at his mother but he appeared to be looking at her with a new found level of respect. Apparently his mother could be just as intelligent as his tutor.
Who would have thought it?
Again there was a silence and Ayegali examined his meal again, his expression shifted and changed in accordance to the thoughts flying through his head and then he finally spoke up once more.
"...Can we try it?" he asked meekly.
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 8:59 am
[RP LOGS]...further rp listings...Poolside Antics
"Plagued by extreme heat and without the industrial fans that Ayr promised, Adelle takes matters into her own hands and transports both herself and Ayegali to the pool. Ayegali seems delighted by the prospect of swimming and responds well to the water, but how will he react when another Herald (Guinevere) comes on the scene?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 6:55 am
[RP LOGS]...further rp listings...The Cheap Way to Buy
"Ayr would be the first man to admit that expensive clothes give the greatest quality, particularly when it comes to silk. However, he is a firm believer in an individual having a level head - not all in the world are priviledged and as a consequence it is fitting that one should learn how to survive in these conditions. Ayegali is subject to this lesson and is taken to the thrift store where he is given an intriguing challenge..."
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 9:08 am
[ROLEPLAY LOG]
.step one - insert the skeleton. It was amazing how constructive she could be when she put her mind to it - or at least, this was what Adelle had observed whenever she had taken on this particular challenge. She had left Ayr in charge of creating waterproof clothes for her son and Ayegali had taken it upon himself to oversee their design. Suffice to say that as the child had grown up he had developed a very specific sense of style and had to ensure everything was just right. This proved to be exceptionally useful for her, given that she needed the whole house to herself and both man and child would just get in her way if they happened to stick around - moreso, if they'd offered to give her some help!
Thus it was with great pleasure that she set about her new project, this being the development of a new 'walk in' freezer. Well, it wasn't a freezer persay, you couldn't really deposit anything in it for long periods of time, but it had it's uses. Looking at the blueprints it had been designed with Ayegali in mind - large enough for him to rest his back against and for his wings to slot in. With the right amount of programming and the correct level of construction it would act as a sort of moulding device. Designed to inject nitrogen immediately around the Herald's wings, it would serve to deep freeze and preserve them to the point that they didn't drip everywhere. They might constantly appear to be 'smoking' but it was preferrable over having multiple lawsuits filed against you for being a walking and ever present hazard.
Alas this solution was undeniably painful but it had been tried and tested to the point that Ayegali was determined to make use of it. While it hurt when the freezing began, the overall results brought him delight and so she had set to work. It had taken a number of weeks, but after many failed prototypes she had come up with a working model that could now be made to scale and this was precisely what the woman was doing - so much so, that she had started by smashing a hole through one of her walls. Her neighbours could be thankful for small mercies in the sense that the one in question had made certain not to hit any surpporting walls (thus bringing the house down around her head) but they would still be subjected to the noise.
By definition, she was anything but quiet.
Fortunately, she had finished the hole the previous evening and after shaving off the worst of the uneven surfaces she was now in the process of slipping in the plaster and supporting scaffolding that would be used to hold the wing-mould in place. She was making quick work of it too, without the constant interruptions of either male in her life it was easy to get into a routine - she'd have the scaffolding up in no time and then she would be able to insert the shunts and skeleton of the device.
By the time they came home from Ayr's house, or rather, they were allowed home from Ayr's house, they would barely recognise the place! Well, that may not be strictly accurate, there was a high chance they would recognise the place, they would just elect to marvel at the inches worth of dust that graced every surface in the rooms that had been struck by Adelle's antics.
She wiped away the dust from her forehead, serving only to leave more in it's place and smiled. Yep, this would be done in no time!
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