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 Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 3:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:48 pm
 
Akemi lays out in the master bed, his ankle propped up by multiple pillows. Fenris was resting on his own large pillow next to the bed. The familiar was sleeping, still exhausted from chasing all of those monkeys from the mansion.
Akemi's eyes are half way open, the lids heavy by the dead-beat look on his face. Xai was taking this way out of hand...like always. But whatever, Ying and Yang both deserved it. They'd have to fall out of their prank-making ways sooner or later. 'But they just had to use monkeys.' Akemi shook his head, sinking back further into the bed. 'I'm lucky that I don't develop a phobia.' Akemi's hand reached down off of the bed and started rubbing Fenris's ears. If his loyal companion wasn't there at the time, Akemi would have been trampled and harassed by the many monkeys that had invaded his working study.
Rampel flew as quickly as he could, following closely behind Numo. His mate, Mu-lin, was close next to him. Numo had woken them both up this morning, to tell them that Akemi had gotten hurt and something about a prank with Yang and Ying. Rampel remembers being mildly annoyed at his sibling's carelessness towards their father. Thank goodness that Mu-lin and his own mansion was close by their families, so if something like this ever happened, they'd be near enough to hurry over. Rampel's eyes flickered over to Mu-lin, focusing for a second on her lower stomach. Yup, they lived close for a reason. "Almost there," Rampel twisted in the air, shooting forwards past a flustered Numo. The mansion was just ahead of them.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 7:47 pm
It was an aggravated groan that slipped past the lips of a particular Silver dragon. Zephyiote didn't want to do this. But she had to. The care package was clutched tight in hand, carried fast by outspread wings, as Zephyiote aimed for the residence of Akemi and Xai, and their multitude of offspring. Zephyiote lived in a communal temple, and owed a favor to one of the other Pan'Lun. Who asked that it be redeem by brining this care-package of food and medicinal herbs to the recently injured Akemi. Zephyiote didn't like it. But she was a being governed by honor. And she had to return the favor she owed.
Wings were thrown open as she landed softly, pausing for a moment outside the entrance. There was a lot of noise coming from inside, and the yelling was easily distinguishable from out here. Zephyiote didn't blame Xai for being snappish. Four kids? Zephyiote didn't think she could deal with one.
She knocked on the door, banging loudly, to make herself heard over the commotion inside. Hopefully she would be recieved long enough for her to at least explain why she was here. She wasn't usually well recieved on visits, given her appearence, and the rumors that flew around involving her. Oh well. Who needed those others anyway? Not her. She frowned a little, wishing this was just over this. She was near a breakthrough in her research. What kind of valuable discoveries might she be making, were she not stuck in this stupid delivery mission? This thought didn't help to lighten her mood any.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 11:19 am
Mu-lin flies as fast as she can in a panic. 'Oh no, what did they do now.' she groans internally. She tries to keep up with Numo and Rampel, but both were a lot faster. Mu-lin, as her feet gratefully hits the ground, spots a visitor. 'She looks really weird. Hmmm wonder who she is and what she wants?" She wanders up to the stranger. "Hello? Hi, I am Mu-lin, and this is Rampel. What are you here for?" she questions. 'She looks angry.' Mu-lin notes. "Well come on in. Visitors are always welcome." she croons and leads the way into the mansion.
Xai opens into her room and goes to Akemi. "You ok?" she questions quick checking up on him. She looks at his ankle and makes sure its supported. Before turning to the twins, "Well?" she prompts before settling next to Akemi.
Yang starts up wanting to get this over with. "Are you ok dad? Or is mom overreacting, AGAIN." He was really sad to see his dad hurt but was tired of his family, ESPECIALLY his mom. Never mind the s**t that has been flying about Mu-lin and Rampel. The family took the brunt of the Xai force while the 'lovers' left to go have sex. He almost chokes on the words 'lover' anywhere near the two, 'It really IS disgusting.' He has been brooding for days and decided to get in good cheer with this prank. He even had fun planning it, and of course mom flips her lid.
Ying snaps her head toward Ying 'What the hell!, We are begging for forgiveness, not pissing Mom off!' He has been a royal douche lately, Ying contemplates before starting, "We are very sorry father. Is there anything we can do to help?" she says with a bow to please Xai.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 4:37 pm
Rampel lands, right next to his mate. He looks around the front of the mansion, taking notice that hardly anything had changed. 'Seems that the grass is the only thing that is changing.' he thought, brushing a few of the long blades with his hand. Rampel's eyes glanced to Mu-lin when he heard her begin to speak. His fins flexed in reflex and his eyes narrowed. Rampel stepped closer to his mate's side unconsciously. This-Rampel didn't really know what the Painter was-Pan'lun looked mutated. It had large wings and multiple eyes. Rampel had never seen a creature like this in his life. 'Well, Mu-lin seems to be fine with her.' Rampel kept his eyes on the female, bowing his head slightly when Mu-lin introduced him and then proceeded to follow his mate into the mansion.
Akemi sighed, grasping Xai's hand. "My ankle is fine, love." Akemi murmured, so only Xai would hear. Akemi frowns when Yang insults his mother. "Yang," Akemi pushes himself up to sit straighter in the bed. "Do not talk to your mother like that. She only want's what is best for this family." Akemi cleared his throat, "But I am doing well. I know that you did not expect me to get hurt, and I probably shouldn't have froze up like that, but you know how much I enjoy monkeys." Fenris's ears shot up at the m-word, and he opened his blue eye to look around the room.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 10:40 pm
Zephyiote had opened her mouth, to explain who she was, before the other painter, who said she was Mu-Lin, went in. Zephyiote rolled many pairs of eyes, but followed, trying hard not to appear too sulky. She held the care package tight, ready to go on and just get this over with. Then she could go back and study a bit more. And maybe have a little time for practicing sorcery. This thought helped to brighten her mood, if only a little.
Her talons, rather than claws, clicked with each step she took on the floor. It was a rather monotonous, yet soothing, noise. Steady. Set by herself. A metronome of sorts. She knew they were close to the bedroom, because of all the noise. She took the time to get to the door, knocking sharply. "Akemi? I come bringing a get well gift for you. Requesting permission to enter." That was Zephyiote. Super formal and strict. Well, around this many people anyway. Normally she was more aloof. But being around all these other painters...unnerved her. It was hard to concentrate, when she felt she always had to be watching her back.
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 10:40 am
Xai snaps her head toward her son when he son insults her. She growls low at him in warning and yells,"I wouldn't push it if I were you Yang. I will make your life a living hell if I w- AH! Come on in love, did you bring the things?" she is interrupted in mid threat of a new voice and smell knocking at the door and asking Akemi to come in. She assumed it must be the messenger from the temple with the medical supplies. She gets up and makes sure Akemi stays sitting and goes to the door to get the things,watching her son with careful eyes as she goes.
Mu-lin lays a kiss on Rampel's lips when they stop, for understanding. She thinks,'I can't wait to sit down.' but doesn't dare tell Rampel or he will storm the room. She lets out a little giggle at the thought. "Don't be so formal. Everyone is family here. Please stay for some food too. We love guests." she says happily and starts to open the door for Xai when she notices her mother mentioning 'things' and a parcel she was carrying. "What is that? and what is your name?" she finally questions, it dawning on her.
Yang glares at his mother and growls back when she starts to threaten her. 'HOW DARE SHE! She is a pompous a** that can go to hell! God I hate me mother.' Yang snaps to his father,"I will do what I like father, and I really doubt she has anyone but herself on her mind. But 'you' are right father. I am very sorry but the monkeys were top notch." he comments with a smirk. When the knock comes on the door Yang is vaguely glad of it. "Ya come on in." he yells too.
Ying is backing away from her suicidal brother and toward the door, 'Once that thing opens I am OUT.' she thinks planning her escape from the ticking time bomb that is her mother.
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 11:07 am
Zephyiote was unsure who to respond to first. She gritted her teeth, and made a polite little nod gesture to Xai. Making a note to answer Mu-Lin's question as well. "Greetings, madam. I am Zephyiote. I come bearing a get well gift for Akemi, medical supplies, and wishes for a speedy recovery." She presented the box, carefully wrapped, to Xai. "Many thanks for allowing me into your lovely home." She made another little nod.
Being polite could be bad enough in itself. Being poite when you really didn't want to, being polite when you hated everyone around you, that was even worse. This was torture. Zephyiote had four ears, obviously, and all his yelling and screeching at each other...uck. Zephyiote couldn't wait to get out of here. She would be gone at the first presented opportunity. Gone from the insanity. It was times like this she was thankful that she lived alone. So she didn't have to deal with stuff like this.
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 11:11 am
Akemi watched wearly from his bed at the small exchange between the odd looking Pan'lun and his lover. Exhaustion from the prank was finally getting to him. He felt his eyelids drupe slightly, and he gave into the small feeling. Hopefully Xai wouldn't be too mad when he woke up.
Rampel walked beside his wife, keeping a close eye on the female. She looked weak, and tired from their short flight. Worry brewed in the pit of his stomach, though he resisted the urge to tell her to go to their old room to rest. When they arrived that their father's bedroom, Rampel walked to the side of Akemi's bed, he touched his sleeping father's arm, light enough not to disturb him. Rampel watched with a small smile on his face when the Pan'lun gave his mother the medical supplies to Xai. There father would be better in no time.
Rampel's eyes snapped to Ying and Yang in anger. What were they thinking!?
They were adults now! Their immaturity should have been gone long ago. Why couldn't they just grow up. Rampel had to figuratively hold his tongue, so he wouldn't start yelling at them. From the look on both of their faces, Xai had probably already gotten to them.
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 4:10 pm
Xai gives a slight bow. "Ah, many many thanks, Zephyiote. I am very appreciative for this gift, Please tell the temple Thank you and the debt is repaid. Now Zephyiote please stay for some supper, like my daughter Mu-lin offered you. OH and lets introduce everyone. As I said that is Mu-lin and her new husband Rampel. Also their new children, still unborn." she adds with a small chuckle. "My lover Akemi, whom the package is for, then Ying-su, Su-Yang, our other child is off on his own again." she adds the last part as a forethought. She notices her lover has gratefully fallen asleep. 'I will remember to bring him some food.' she thinks. "I will tend to Akemi and Ying and Yang, Mu-lin, sit down, and Rampel take our guest to the dining room." she says disregarding whatever Zephyiote said.
Mu-lin watches Rampel with fond eyes, she also wants to go to Akemi but she needs to sit down and once she has sat down she isn't sure she would get back up. She quickly starts shooing Zephyiote toward the dining room looking forward to the very cushioned floor. As she waddles toward the room she makes light conversations. "I am sorry about that, Ying and Yang are immature pranksters." she says with a light hearted laugh.
Yang watches the unique Pan'lun, 'Can she see with those other eyes?' he quickly wonders before rolling his eyes when his mother says she was going to 'take care of Yang'. Yang simply walks out with Zephyiote and Mu-lin, and Rampel. He follows a little behind and ignores her mother. 'I can't stand it here anymore.' he thinks and sidles up next to the painter asking her,"Hey, Zephyiote was it, can you see with all of those eyes?" he asks with a keen interest.
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 4:21 pm
Zephyiote groaned inwardly. How obnoxious this was! She wanted nothing more than to leave, and here she was, being forced to stay for dinner with a huge family and a bunch of obnoxious kids. Well, in body, she supposed they were adults, but they didn't come across as very mature. Especially...Yin and Yang? Or whatever the heck their names were. Zephyiote didn't much care. She would be out of here as soon as possible.
She grudgingly padded down the hallway, admiring the house. It was nice. She just couldn't stand the painters in it. She hated all the noise. It hurt her ears. Come to think of it, all her senses felt under assault.
As if this wasn't bothersome enough, one of them siddled up next to her, and asked her a question. In response. the eyes on her torso and legs swiveled to all stare at him unblinkingly. "Yes, I can see quite well," she said in a polite voice, much nicer than the way she actually felt like saying it. She didn't like having attention drawn to her less...'desirable' features. Too often had she been mocked, ridiculed, and harassed because of them. It wasn't a topic she was comfortable with, to say the least.
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