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 Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 6:53 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 6:54 am
"You... want me?" She stared down at the letter with some confusion, then to the empty jar that rested among all the packaging-peanuts. The corners of her lips twitched uncertainly as she ran her fingers along the smooth glass, then enclosed it. What an odd little thing to give out. Somehow, a baby was supposed to be born from this thing. Sibuna had always considered herself a fairly simple woman, living a normal life and working a steady job. To be given something that even had a glimmer of power to it scared her. With good reason, right? Who took in the idea of raising a deity without batting an eye? The letter mentioned that she should find something to put in the jar, and that if nothing appeared in the jar she should try switching items. It didn't even wish her luck! The young woman frowned slightly, then journeyed her way back into the house's back porch. The weather was fair enough, and on the one small table inside the screen enclosing the jar was carefully set. The number of trees set around the porch would shelter it from the worst of the wind, so there was no fear in that. Now. To find some items. After fifteen minutes she had them all lined up. The potential gifts consisted of: A penny, a bit dull in composure because it was bicentennial and the mints no longer made them. She believed the penny might bring some luck to whatever was born from it. Then again, it was so small... An old-fashioned bottle-cap, in hopes the product of it may birth a more simple fae so she might not have to go through a huge trauma. This was her first child, after all. The only living thing she'd raised thus far was the tawny young cat brushing along her ankles now. The bottle cap, though simplistic, was rough around the edges. And finally, a stapler. She'd only picked it up because it was sitting atop some old business papers. Now that she thought about it, it was a logical choice.  The stapler was smooth and well-defined. In this, she was hoping to spawn the most geeky, office-dwelling deity of all. She was a very hopeful being, wasn't she? So naive as to what other views there could be of the stapler.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 6:39 pm
It hadn't taken long for the stapler to melt away into a fine mist. On her return, Sibuna frowned slightly. Where was the color? Were all the experiments dull in color with split colors? Well, it was her fault for not putting a more colorful stapler in.[[Note: I love the jar's colors]]
The upside of this was that it had worked, really worked. She was going to be a mother! Well, not really. More like some sort of nanny or governess. A child... what would her mother say?
'I'll tell you what she'd say.' Said the little voice in her head. 'She'd say this was some voodoo jive, and that you best be givin' it back to the people who sent it out. She'd say a baby born from a jar would be a spawn from the Devil. 'Demon chillun', that's what she'd say. Sibuna, what would the Lord say?'
Sibuna shook her head slightly, rolling her eyes at her thoughts. God would say a life is a life, and that we are born into sin, not born with it. Growing up in a valley closed off from the world, no wonder her parents were huge Bible fans.
She really shouldn't be prodding a pen at it, should she? Certainly not, but instincts developed while climbing through marshes with nothing but a stick to help her determine a vine from a snake were kicking in.
At first, the stuff shrunk away, narrowly missing being poked by the writing utensil. It didn't seem fond of the idea of being touched. However, after a moment of having the pen remain in place, the black-and-white-whatever-it-is stretched itself again, curling around the pen but never actually touching at it. How odd. She poked at it a couple more times, but each time it was able to avoid being touched. Eventually she left it be.
She picked her jar up when she heard the yammer of the weather man coming from the television set inside. She had left the backdoor open- why not?
'Gonna be cold tonight, Jane. Seems winter isn't over quite yet. Gaians are being advised to take their more delicate plants inside, or cover them with some sort of insulation.'
'Thank you, Tom. In other news...'
Ah, well, she didn't mind it inside, she supposed. The 'fresh air' sentiment might not have been a good idea when she woke up in the moment to see the glass frosted over. She set it on a shelf of the home entertainment system, where the cat wouldn't easily get at it. The experiment may have been able to avoid the pen, but what would happen if its containment was prematurely shattered?
She didn't want to find out. She was going to be careful with this little one. Shutting off the TV for the night, she headed back into her bedroom and set the alarm clock. Work wasn't going to stop, no matter what odd turn of events were thrown at her.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 2:48 pm
"Good news." The young Egyptian woman smiled triumphantly as she walked in the front door the next afternoon. "Chef says that any kid of mine is welcome to stay in the back so long as they don't bother the customers too much. That means I don't have to leave you alone anymore!" Sibuna flicked on the television before looking down upon her little jar.
'Ain't gonna last for long, dat Demon chile. You'll be baptizing it as soon as it comes out, mm hmm. Hell-spawn that young will melt.'
The voice was quite critical, but she'd learned to ignore it. Nothing was wrong with her head, nothing at all...
'The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children.' Sibuna paused in untying her apron to glance over her shoulder at the TV. A black man furrowed his eyebrow from behind the barrel of the silver semi-automatic and frowned pointedly at the shivering white man who had earlier caused trouble for his employer. In the background, a young man lit up a cigarette and stroked his black briefcase lovingly. Vincent, Jules, it was quite the classic... she severely disliked it. 'And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.'
Sibuna flinched as the gun went off, followed by some screaming. Turn it off- she had to turn it off. The feat was pulled off by the heel of her foot, because but hands were busy. The picture died away with an idle click and flash of color. "Pulp Fiction. That movie gives God's Word a bad name." She told the jar, which in turn seemed to be nonplused. The fine, tri-colored substance hung frozen in its jar for a while, but then continued its little twisting game. Maybe it hadn't liked the movie either. Maybe it had enjoyed it very much and absorbed it in like it did light.
Either way, it was not long before the woman dragged out an older model of radio and turned it on. It was really a wonder the thing could catch signals, but it played, soothing out some gospel music.
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 12:02 pm
The soft slam of the screen door could be heard as she slid inside and flipped the latch to 'lock' behind her. As far as Sibuna was concerned, nothing was wrong with the living room as she stepped inside. No shattered glass- nothing.
A soft sigh escaped the dark woman as she removed her apron and hung it on the rack next to the door alongside all of her other coats. Well, maybe she was doing something wrong? That'd be just like her- or at least so she thought.
"Maybe I should take it to the address..." She murmured softly, stepping routinely right out of her shoes. Work had made her feet throb for the last two hours.
She was alerted by a soft shifting noise, like a body along wood...
'Ratsss.' Hissed her 'conscience', which caused Sibuna to plaster herself against the nearest wall. Oooh, she hated rats! The waitress glanced frantically over her shoulder, but couldn't locate the broom she used to sweep out the dirt out of the entrance hall.
Light gray eyes inched towards the living room as she caught movement of black from the corner of her eye. A small squeak escaped her. It was.... A child?
Black and naked, crouching on the floor. It's hair was the softest ivory color, hiding whatever expression it held on its face. For a moment she stood, absolutely petrified as the black legs quivered beneath the weight above it and finally gave way. Now the child was flopped back on its rump with its legs splayed to either side, arms holding it up from falling away from it.
Because it was turned to Sibuna in this pose, she quickly became aware of the gender- male. Even though the little boy was shuddering from the cold of the room, he managed to lift his head towards her and smile warmly. A small hand lifted towards her, waving. The other hand, she noticed, clutched a stapler.
Now painfully aware of what was happening, Sibuna scrambled forward with something between a coo and an apologetic whine.
"Oh, you poor thing! How long have you been waitin' on me? I'm so sorry! C'mere, let Mama get you something warm to wear!" But before he could get up, she was upon him like some squabbling mother hen, hugging him and stroking his hair. Needless to say, the little one was quite confused.
"Ma..ma?" His silence was broken by a soft but monotone imploring. Mama? Was this her name? Warm, she felt so nice and soft. He allowed her to worry over him, something close to giddy bubbling up in his stomach. He kept it down, of course. It felt kind of weird to emmit noise.
But apparently it was alright to, because she kept babbling on and on until she finally hurried off for a moment, leaving him to stare up at the ceiling overhead. Odd... But he left all this bubbling emotion behind for a moment, as he was slightly confused by it. Everything was a jumble.
Sibuna returned with some flannel, which was, of course, too big for him. He'd be warm though. With an amused smile, he followed her gestures as she lifted his arms over her head. As this was done, she slipped the flannel shirt over him, then gestured for him to stand. This took a moment, seeing as he was trying to keep his hands above his head in the beginning.
When he was all dressed, she chattered on, almost bullying him over to the couch. He sat, and she flicked on the T.V, leaving it on a cartoon channel while she herself ducked into the kitchen.
"What happened to the glass?" She'd asked as soon as she returned with a steaming mug, her eyes turned towards the empty place in the entertainment set. All that was left was the stand that had once held the jar. There was no sign of glass.
"Glass?" He implored in return, taking the mug when she handed it to him, but not knowing quite what to do with it. Instead, the fae followed her eyes... and snorted. Oh, that mess. He'd cleaned it up. He didn't know why he had, he just felt the need to as soon as he'd emerged. A broom lay nearby in evidence that he'd tried, but it really hadn't been much help on the carpet. In the end, he'd had to clean it all up in his own way.
He couldn't tell this to her, so he just shrugged and watched as she settled against the couch and began to write in some open book.
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 12:19 pm
Dear Diary,
Today has brought me a new inhabitant of the house! The jar that was sent to me a few weeks ago must have broken while I was out at work today...
It's a boy, just as I've prayed. Skin black as the night itself and hair like starlight. He's a beautiful child, as Mama would say. Right now, he's sipping hot chocolate and watching cartoons on the couch in my pajamas. The first thing I'll have to do is measure his waist and go get him some clothes.
That is... after I name him. He seems so lost at the moment. He doesn't even know how to speak, though he can repeat me really good. Other than his odd colors and his ears, he doesn't seem to be any different than a normal human child. Is he really supposed to be some type of God?
Sibuna
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 7:54 pm
A very loud thump ressounded through the house as a large paper sack was set upon the in-tabled by the couch. The stapler fae glanced up at his 'mother' curiously, his eyes shimmering with the question he could not yet ask. She'd been trying to teach him a few words before he'd hurried out, but it hadn't been enough to cover any proper speech.
"I brought you a few things." Sibuna said, drawing from the bag first a black pair of pants and a gray shirt. Why she'd picked these colors.. she probably associated them with the color that had filled the jar. Following these clothes were a pair of long, blue pajamas that had Jesus-fish circling the collar and sleeves. He wouldn't know what they were, so it wasn't as if she was forcing anything on him other than an embarrassing pair of long pajamas.
Following the clothes came books upon books. Picture books, grammar books, a child's dictionary, and many story books. Spend much, Sibuna? The last thing she took out was a book of baby names.
"Now, I need you to go get dressed back in that room, alright? You know how to do it, right?"
The child nodded and took the clothes as they were handed to him. If he hadn't gotten the idea before, he did now.
/Skip/
The first thing she did when he emerged from the other room was take a picture of him with the disposable. Then she laughed, shaking her head as she walked over and plucked the underwear he'd been handed from his head. After a few more minutes, everything was sorted out with his clothes and she was reading from the book of baby names.
"I must be the worst parent in the world, not giving you a name right away." She frowned to herself, settling down next to the boy with the open book. Curiously, the stapler child scooted over and peered into the book, reaching out to touch the rune-like words printed. Sibuna giggled good-naturedly, absently reaching up to pat him on the head. The child allowed it, smiling at her with both his mouth and his sparkling black eyes.
"What should we call you? My first child..." She asked him, though expected no response. "Should it be Adam? ..." The boy merely sat there, quiet and without interest to the name. Sibuna read on.
It wasn't until the D's did he sit a little higher. Sibuna had long since given up on biblical names. "Dacian... Daemyn... Dag-"
"Day-men."
"What's that?" Sibuna lifted her head, giving the boy a quizzical look. "You like that one."
"Daemyn." He repeated, brushing his fingers along the text. Then his eyes lifted, settling upon the woman. "Mama."
Sibuna chewed her lip and looked down at the name's meaning. Constant, loyal. Well, it was a good name, even though it was far too close to 'demon' for her liking. "Alright then, that's your name. Daemyn." She reached out without thinking, tugging the boy into an embrace. The child seemed to stiffen then melt submissively, reaching up to copy the motion by curling his dark arms about her neck. He didn't know how much he liked the sentiment, but she did, so he would endure. It was a fact he stored without thinking.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 10:40 pm
 "Is says here that you're very smart," Sibuna announced to the little boy at her side. "But we already knew that, didn't we?" Daemyn smiled to the compliment, though his eyes drifted away as if embarrassed. "Mother, please..." Sibuna laughed and patted him as she drew up a small box made of thatched wood. "What's that?" "It's a sewing box," She informed him, opening the top to reveal an array of spindles full of multicolored thread. They were on the couch at the moment, and ahead of them some soap opera was going on but watched by neither. The Egyptian woman drew up a small cushion of fabric full of needles for him to see. "The evaluation said things as small as a pin, so... We'll start out with a pin." "Mama, is eating metal normal?" Daemyn implored curiously, reaching out to pluck a pin from the cushion unasked. He eyed it, studying to metal. Yes, it did look rather scrumptious- better than what they served him in the diner at least. "Ow..." "Did you p***k yourself?" "...Yes.." Daemyn looked at his bleeding finger with a calm sort of air. It scared Sibuna just a bit. When he lifted the finger to his mouth to lick free the blood, however, she caught his wrist. "Don't do that. Let me go get a band-aid, alright? Stay right there." "Yes, Mother." His black eyes followed her until she exited to the bathroom. It was only then did he reach up and insert the offended finger in his mouth, lashing the wound with his tongue. The blood was sweet and rather good- he didn't really see why she didn't want him to lick it. The needle was twitched between the fingers of his opposite hand and more or less forgotten. When he removed his finger from his mouth, the blood did not return. Daemyn frowned at this, quickly glancing towards the bathroom. If there was no blood, Sibuna would know... Without hesitation, the boy plunged the tip of the needle into the old wound and twitched it, sending blood spurting forth again. He then licked the needle, tongue surprisingly taking no offense to the sharp edge. Sibuna returned with a band-aid just as he slid the small piece of metal into his mouth. "Let me see," Sibuna said, gently taking his wrist and guiding the injured finger towards her. "My, it really is bleeding. Are you sure that's alright for you to eat, honey?" "It said in the paper I was to eat it, didn't it?" Daemyn asked quietly, jaws making small rotations as he bent the metal between his teeth. "It doesn't hurt my mouth, Mother..." He tilted his head upwards and swallowed it, onyx eyes slowly drifting shut as the taste of blood and metal mingled with one another for a moment. The sensation would be kept to himself, of course. For some reason, he didn't want to alarm her. "..How is it?" "It's alright," He lied with a soft smile. "But not half as good as your food. I hope I can become strong with it, as it says." "You will! Of course you will!" Sibuna seemed to be reassured with that. Some part of the boy relaxed as well. "But first, you'll study. And we'll enroll you in school now that you've been studying so hard at the diner. How does that sound to you, hun?" "Whatever you want, Mother.."
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 1:15 pm
"Daemyn, would you like to push the buggy today?" Sibuna implored while doing her best to remove a shopping cart from the long chain of them near the doors of the supermarket.
"Sure!" The dark-skinned child chirruped, more than happy to be touching the metal. He paused, though, attention drawn to the corner of his eye. "Mother, what's that place?"
"What?" The religious woman looked up from what she was doing to follow his gaze. "Oh. That place." Almost immediatly, the voice in her head screeched warning. "Well, it's an, um, martial-arts place. Kah-rah-tay."
"...You mean karate?"
The woman gulped and nodded briefly. She had never been fond of fighting... watching the children behind the glass of the store nearby was making her nervous. So violent, and at such a young age... Of course, she was mislead in her assumptions, but with no one there to correct her, she was almost frantic to move Daemyn's interest elsewhere. "So, what did you want for dinner before your first big day of school?"
That was right. Daemyn was going to be shipped off to a public school soon; the following day in fact. Sibuna was probably more nervous than he was about it. Had she taught him well enough to put him in a normal grade level with others that looked close or similar to his age?
"Hm.. I'm sure whatever you make will be fine... Raviolli? Can I eat the can?" The boy did avert his attention for a moment. She could see his eyes flicker back to the mat-filled room every now and then- to the fighting children and adults alike inside. "Mother?"
"Come on, then, Dae hun. Give your sister here and give the buggy a push." Smooth way to avoid the questions, Sibuna. But they would come sooner or later, whether she liked it or not. "Please don't chew on it, alright?" Ever since he'd begun to make a diet of it, Daemyn had developed a habit of either chewing or sucking on metal.
"Yes, mother." It was becoming a customary response. One last glance was given to the transparent dojo before he followed his 'mother' into the store.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 2:31 am
Daemyn went to the Museum here.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 2:34 am
Met Varian in the park here
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