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Ianna Umbridge Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 3:29 pm
 This is a Private Journal. You will need permission from VechnayaNicolai before you are able to post here. We ask you not to beg VechnayaNicolai to allow you to purchase, take, or trade his child. They are NOT for sale in the least bit. If you want one, you will have to visit The Ghosts of the Past shop located in Breedable/Changing pets. Concept © Kyrianna
Art © Kyrianna and VechnayaNicolaiAbout WikoAwakened: 04-18-06 Gender: Male Guardian: VechnayaNicolai Species: Wendigo
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 4:16 pm
This post- Contents
3- Chronicles (News and Info)
4- The Terror of the Northwoods
5- The Guardian
6- Requirements
7- Gallery
8- Home
9- Hoard
10- Notes
11- Credits To
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 4:39 pm
 9/03/06~~ Finding! Nic is now subject to living in the headquarters... with Coailiann..... joy.
9/14/06~~ Wiko is a baby ghost! Chilly little fddfgds....
12/07/06~~ A date which will live in infamy DX Wait, that's my bike's name... WIKO IS A BABAH! A CREEPY babah at that!
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 4:46 pm
 Info on wendigo here, highlight to read ^^;.
The Indians of the northern United States and Canada have legends about a mythical being called the windigo, wendigo or witiku (often called by many other names as well). This creature was thought to be a human who had become a cannibal. Cannibalism then turned this human into a monster in more ways than one. This person would transform into a big hairy monster in order to eat even more people. This monster looked something like Bigfoot but was bigger, meaner and uglier. Usually, this was not a permanent transformation. The windigo generally became a shapeshifter, able to turn back into a man or woman at will, or it just transformed in the winter and returned to human when spring came.
The characteristics ascribed to the monster form of the windigo varied a lot from one legend to the next, so it is hard to describe exactly what a windigo was like beyond a few basics that seemed to be fairly universal. The giant size is noted in most legends. Extreme hairiness is common too. The lips of this creature were often described as being too small to cover the enormous teeth. The windigo was very fast and strong. It usually had magic powers other than the ability to transform. The feet were often especially large. The creature often looked starved or had the rotting-corpse look that comes from losing parts of the skin to frostbite.
Since the monster form of a windigo sounds like a really huge Bigfoot, there is a lot of discussion of windigo legends in books that are about Bigfoot. Windigo legends are one of the things that get used as justification for the current Bigfoot fad. If the fad started in the 1950s, as some critics say, then Bigfoot is less likely to be a real animal. If Bigfoot has been here all along, we would expect to meet him in old legends as well as in the latest sightings. The more credible creatures of cryptozoology tend to have a proven history. Thus, windigo legends are used (along with wildman folklore and old-time "gorilla" sightings) as a kind of background history for the Bigfoot fad. (Source cited from here.)
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:14 pm
 Name: Nicolai Scott Klein-Gorgiev
Gender: Male
Age: Seventeen, physically, but overall ageless
Race: Akoriat/Phoenix?
Appearance: Long, dark hair, deep blue eyes and pale, sick-looking white skin. Very thin and rickety lookng, but not without muscular definition in some places.
Birthplace: Edecaa, Amatara; Yyestalla
Marital Status: Uh.... God..... Swinger?
Orientation: Pansexual
Religion: N/A
Blood Type: O-
Hobbies: Hobbies? Who the hell has time for hobbies? Except angsty poetry and self loathing... ((He won't admit it, but Nicolai does sing and play the harp. Learned it from Kori, he did, he did.))
Likes: Silence, calm, thought, planning, cooperation, and respect
Dislikes: Children, chaos, disobedience, carelessness, ignorance, and loud, sudden noises
Family: Father Rakhavis, Mother Dellakrei (deceased), Brothers (triplets) Rhazedaisha and Alaken, Older brother Andre, Adoptive mother Angel, Adoptive grandmother (babka) Natalia
Short Bio: Born to the King of Amatara, he was forced from the palace in a raid, and entrusted to two different adoptive mothers before turning fourteen and assuming his responsibility as a Phoenix of Irikara. Many nasty things happened. Lots of betrayal. Nic doesn't wanna talk about it.
Other Notes: OCD/shizophrenia. Hates people, but at the same time hates being alone. Will outright obsess when given a task, mostly because he'll convince himself he'll mess up.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:34 pm
 Still following these because it helps me figure things out and stay active but mostly I'm on the new system.
Stage One: Wand
Your GOTP must be in wand form for at LEAST 1 week real life time.
- 1 Role Play with Ianna Umbridge transcribed into your journal about finding your wand
- 1 Journal entry explaining your feelings about being chosen for a wand
- 1 Assignment from Ianna (Can be combined with growth)
- 1 700 word minimum post in journal about your wand moving to the next stage
Stage Three: Baby Ghost
Your GOTP must be a Baby Ghost for at least 2 weeks real life time. In order for it to move to Baby, you must do the following:
- 1 journal entry (Dear Diary)
- 1 Open Or closed Session RP
- 1 700 word minimum post in journal about your baby ghost moving to the next stage
- Complete assignment given by Ianna Umbridge (Can be combined with growth)
Stage Four: Baby
Your GOTP must stay a baby for at least 2 months in real life time. In order for it to move to Toddler, you must do the following:
- 5 Journal entries from you
- 6 Open OR Closed- Session RPs (At LEAST 1 should be Open)
- 1 700 word minimum post in journal about your baby moving to next stage
Stage Five: Toddler
Your GOTP must stay an toddler for at least 3 months real-life time. In order to move to Kid, you must do the following:
- 6 Journal entries from you
- 7 Open OR Closed- Session RPs (At LEAST 1 should be Open)
- 1 Multi-post growth quest. This quest usually deals with going through their past life in small flashes of memory to see important moments in their past life. Generally, this concerns finding out some of a child's baser powers.
- 1 1,000 word minimum "Growing" or "Coming Home" post from the quest.
Stage Six: Kid
Your GOTP must stay a kid for at least 3 months real-life time. In order to move to Teenager, you must do the following:
- 6 Journal Entries from you or your child (Split any way you wish)
- 7 Open OR Closed- Session RPs (At LEAST 1 should be Open)
- 1 700 word minimum post in your journal about your kid moving to the next stage
- 1 Multi-post growth quest. This quest deals with finding out their past and how they died.
- 1 1,000 word minimum "Growing" or "Coming Home" post from the quest.
Stage Seven: Teenager
Your GOTP must stay a teenager for at least 3 months real-life time. In order to move to Youth, you must do the following:
- 4 journal entries, each, from you and your teenager
- 9 Open OR Closed- Session RPs (At LEAST 1 should be Open)
- 1 1,000 word minimum post in your journal about your Teenager moving on to the next stage. Here is where it's decided if they're too unstable and unable to accept the fact that it happened, they may begin to turn into a ghost-like form once more. A non-solid mass of smoke; however, if they're able to embrace their new chance, they can flourish into a wonderfully adjusted Youth.
Stage Eight: Youth
Your GOTP must stay a youth for at least 4 months real-life time. In order to move to Adult, you must do the following:
- (OPTIONAL) 1 journal entry about your child leaving the house (if they do)
- 3 Journal entries from you
- 5 journal entries from Youth
- 10 Open OR Closed- Session RPs (At LEAST 1 should be Open)
- 1 Role Play with Ianna
- 1 1,000 Word journal post about moving into the next stage
Stage Nine: Adult
Your child must remain an adult for at least 5 months real-life time before moving on to Sorceress or Sorcerer. In order to move on, you must do the following:
- 10 journal entries from Youth
- 15 Open OR Closed- Session RPs (At LEAST 1 should be Open)
- 1 2,000 word minimum post in your journal about your youth moving on to the next stage.
- 1 Role Play session with Ianna
- 1 Meeting with Matilda
Stage Ten: Sorcerer/Sorceress
Unknown
Stage Eleven: Ancient
Unknown
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:40 pm
 Ianna was kind enough to give us a home in one of the rooms in the headquarters. Let's give her a big thanks crying Shingle burn hurts.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:49 pm
 Our hoard!
Gloves given to Nicolai by a fan. Aren't they... just so him?
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 6:45 pm
 Notes about things. Not sure what I need this for yet....
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 6:51 pm
 Thanks to Kyrianna for making this possible!
Also thanks to www.prairieghosts.com for references on the Wendigo story.
GOTP and Wand Art (c) Kyrianna and her shininess
Wiko's art, concept and design (c) VechnayaNicolai
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 4:04 pm
The Finding
With all the wands coming and going, Ianna was left with one or two that had never managed to find their guardians. She was wondering if they were two particularly stubborn spirits (who haven't CHOSEN yet) or if the guardians were just oblivious and had a stronger will than the normal pull.
Coailiann was sitting on the desk, rambling on and on about the upcoming halloween party (Which was MONTHS away) and Ianna was doing her best to act interested while reading a book. Maybe today a guardian would come by and save her from the insanity that the wand shoppe itself seemed to give to Kay.
Nicolai hadn't liked this place. It was pithy, like badly cooked peas. The whole town. Just stuffiness. Too much sun, he decided, meandering about with his hands crammed into his pockets, despite the closeness to his bony hips they demanded. Shop after shop, buggery looking freak after buggery looking freak, he made his aimless way past people with a pissant-ish expression.
Maybe two blocks passed before a mental gkk thudded in the back of his mind. A gkk which meant his own spirit detected spiritual interference. A beckoning motion. Lord, today was just full of surprises.
His sapphire eyes followed the drawing sensation to... ew.
It wasn't an impressive little shop. Not in the least. But it was darker than the surrounding places, and there was that little gkk telling him to go for it. With a half-hearted shrug, he meandered up to the door and scooted inside, not even caring enough to move his hands from his pockets, making use of his elbows and rear to open the door.
And here he was, in the dustiest, most unhappy-looking shop he'd seen in a while. Nifty.
As soon as the dark haired man came into the room, Coailiann knew that he was a guardian. She didn't precisely know which wand was his, but she knew nonetheless. Quickly, she slid herself off the desk and barrled her way over to him - almost bowling him over with a hug.
"HES PRETTY MOMMY!"
Ianna lifted her head and raised a brow, "Kay, get off the pretty young man, okay? I don't care how pretty you think he is, he's not a doll."
"...He could be," she pouted, "BUT he IS a guardian!" she said matter of factly before releasing the man from her hold and standing there, puffed out dress and all, looking up at him.
She was incredibly cute - especially with her hair in two pigtails today. Maybe she could cause him to smile.
"HI!"
...Damn hyper kids.
Pretty what?? Oh god. Nicolai's face twisted in surprise, cracking a bewildered smile at the girl's energy and the concurrance on his apparent "prettiness". He shook his head, giving a gentle push at Coailiann to pry her back a bit.
"Uhm... whoa... Hi?" he struggled, still fumbling over how many times he'd been called pretty in ten seconds and the fact he'd been outright tackled by a painfully cute little girl with white pigtails. His mind backtracked a moment to catch the entire situation.
"Wait. Guardian?" he said, expression dropping and his gaze lifting to meet the adult in the room.
"Guardian," Ianna confirmed, marking the page in her book, "Well, it's a little different from how guardians usually find out..." her eyes narrowed at her daughter for a moment, "But she's correct. Whatever your name is - I can't exactly call you 'pretty boy' can I? Anyway, you're a father."
Coailiann, who looked incredibly pleased with being able to inform Nicolai before Ianna did, beamed up at Nic with a large smile, "Uh huh! You're a daddy to someone just like me. But I don't know who so you have to touch the book anyway..."
Of course the two weren't making any sense to the young man, but hey, it was Gaia. Kay's hand shot out and grabbed at his before trying to pull him over to the desk with her failing little girl strength.
"Come on!"
Nicolai barely had time to process what was going on before being tugged to the desk by a girl half his height. Well? He weighed somewhere near a hundred and ten pounds. A quadrapalegic midget could tug him around like a ragdoll.
Once she'd dragged him, not without his cooperation anyway, he gave a glance to Ianna, somewhat suspicious of all of this. Hey, the worst of nasties could use little girls to draw you in and pad your ego until you submit. He almost considered telling her his name was Gus, until he realized in as snarky a way possible that he'd still manage to save himself even if it was a trap.
"Nicolai," he muttered with a bit of a nod, making a snide blink or two at Kay's comment about him being a daddy. "And you...?"
"I'm Ianna and that energetic fluff ball is Coailiann - also known as Kay. She's just overly excited about the fact we're having a halloween party for all the children of the wands and..."
"YEAH AND I HAVE A DATE WITH CALLIX AND...." she trailed off, coughing, "Sorry. Uhm. Mommy, where's the book?"
Ianna gritted her teeth and picked the large, leather bound copy from behind the desk and placed it on the smooth, dust free surface, "Touch the book, if you please, Nicolai?"
The minute that the pretty young man (According to Coailiann) touched the book, an invisible wind picked up in the shop, blowing the cover open, pages rustling and blowing about until it landed on a well worn page. On the page was a very beautifully detailed sketch of a...Well, not so beautiful sketch of a not so beautiful reed wand with frayed string and beads. Below it read:
"Wendigo. Wand ID 00032. A Soul has been trapped within the confines of the wand. Congratulations, you have become the next guardian to take on the task of raising it from infancy to greatness. We, Ianna and I, have the upmost faith in you to complete your task dutifully. Best of luck,
Matilda."
"Not sure if it's a boy or girl or not. But, there it is. You're a proud papa of a Wendigo child."
"Oh god. Wendigo."
A moment passed before he realized he'd said that aloud, and he continued to stare at the page, wondering how on earth he would manage this stuff. Nic hated kids, especially when he couldn't plop them back on their parents when the day was done. They were just.... dense... and he had always insisted he never was one. Which was only partly true.
He looked to Ianna with an expression of desperation. "Wait, a kid? I'm having a kid?? And it's a wendigo?!"
What he'd heard of Wendigos was not pleasant. He wasn't sure what exactly they were, but every painting or drawing he'd seen was positively revolting. Big nasty teeth and hair everywhere.
"Tell me you're kidding me."
Coailiann answered for Ianna, who was too busy being amused with the young man's reaction, "Nuh uh, not kidding. But it's only part wendigo. It's..." she wondered how to explain it.
"See, I'm a sidhe. I lived afore, years and years ago, and I died. But I'm here again getting a second chance. The same thing happened with him," She pointed to the wand now laying on the desk, "Or her."
Ah. Okay. So it's wendigo incarnate. Lovely...
Nicolai sighed a bit, looking at the wand with scrutiny. He was a bit amused with a stick being called "him or her", but he understood. Things like this weren't abnormal, not at all; but hell if they weren't annoying when you didn't ask for them.
It didn't look like he could get out of it, sadly.
".... So I gotta take care of it? I gotta raise whatever kid plops out of that stick? And it's gonna be part Wendigo?" he repeated, a little grimace finding its way to his face. "Just making sure I've got this now."
"Uhhuh. But it'll be cute, like me, I think," she answered with a grin, "Unless it's like Xerksis or something because he has tenticals on his forehead and he looks mean and junk."
Ianna, finally coming off her amusement, nodded, "Not nice, Kay, but yes, that's the gyst of it. But it goes through a wisp and baby ghost stage before it becomes a full fledged child. Gives you time to get used to it. Go ahead, pick it up."
The moment that Nicolai picked up the wand there was a flash of light and a pulsating warmth that lasted a split second. He was acknowledged.
Stick makes flashy lights and consigns irritated Akoriat's fate. Joy. Well, at least it wasn't gonna be a kid for a while. For now it's a stick. A stick with beads. A stick, dammit!
Like he wanted any more junk... but...
Something was telling Nicolai that he might actually like this. Something daft, and something that was probably going to get smacked, but something. And no denying of intuition ever got him anywhere.
"Well..... Yeah okay... so what do I do with it for now? Anything? Just keep the stick?"
"It's a wand," Coailiann insisted, "They're VERY important to us! If anything happens to it, we DIE."
The girl stared at him for a moment, "But yes, just make sure nothing happens to it. Or...I'd be sad."
Ianna nodded in agreement with her daughter, "But for now, I'll also show you the headquarters. Come with me?"
Nicolai spaced a moment, staring at the wand. It was reeds. Of all things for something as fragile as a life to be kept by, it was sure fragile itself. Just braided reeds and a bit of twine, with straggly feathers and a few beads. He was instantly running through scenarios in his head by which this twiggy little thing could snap and kill the child he'd been entrusted with. Just like him to think of the worst possible outcomes.
Finally he looked back up to Ianna and nodded. "Yeah... Okay."
The woman stood from her seat and moved to the door to the right of the desk. When opened, it looked completely dark as if it lead to nowhere. She stepped through, obviously expecting the pretty boy to follow.
As they entered the main lobby Via the portal connecting the shoppe and the headquarters, the first thing noticable was the vast...largeness...of it. The high ceilings, edged with gold, the large chandeliers dripping with crystals, the smooth white tile-floors, colorful rugs, and beautiful paintings.
To the left was a large recreational area complete with a large flat-screen television, several rows of various games, movies, video game systems and books. There was a basket of toys in the corner, full of plushies, dolls, cards and various other objects which would appeal to most ages. Included in the area were several comfy looking couches and plush chairs just made for sitting, lounging or bouncing in. It seemed to be heaven on a fluffy carpet. It even had a foos-ball table and an air-hockey table....and for the slightly more food-minded GoTP, a mini fridge always full.
To the right was a large elaborate counter, which seemed to have a force-field of some sort around it, keeping anyone who was not Ianna or Matilda from going behind it. On the counter lay a roster with the names of all the Ghostly children and their guardians, and an appointment book.
From there, it branched off into halls with rows and rows of rooms. Some were storage, some were guest rooms, some were bathrooms, and one very large and ornate door to the end of the hall led to the gardens.
"Well, this is it. We have a Library and Gardens and a big training ro--"
Ianna was promptly cut off by a very energetic sidhe zooming through the door and plopping on the couch, "WANNA WATCH DISNEY WITH ME?!"
Nicolai followed, gawking at everything on his way along, eyes fixated on the first crystal chandelier in sight. Shiny. Woo. He tugged his gaze away to take in the area, cut off by the mad rush of a child sidhe blasting past him and onto the couch. He clutched the wand protectively, eyes aghast at her, and gave a sigh.
"Good grief, what do you feed her? Liquid sugar?"
Snide comments aside, the place was... cozy. A lot more modern than the rest of his experiences in foreign places. Regardless, he was not eager to watch anything Disney.
"She's not usually like this," Ianna groaned, "She must have gotten into the fridge and made it give her apple pie again..."
Coailiann lifted her head, "I did not! Daddy gave me some candy."
Ianna winced. Malen and Candy and Kids. Gah. Malen was a big kid himself sometimes. Shaking her head, She looked helplessly towards Nicolai, "What can you do, hmm? Well, usually the place is crawling with guardians...You're not the only one."
"I can imagine," he huffed, mentally noting the sheer thickness of the book he touched earlier. Surely so many pages full of entries like the one he'd seen.... couldn't be possible with the population of the town. They'd ALL have to be guardians. Or at least his obtrusive logic would say so.
Or they'd be from elsewhere. Duh. And his mind rattled on another tangent he knew there was little escape from, so instead he began a wander about the headquarters, scoping things out, catching sight of the counter and the roster. Yay restricted areas.
"So what's that?" he nodded in its direction. "Employee only area?"
She shook her head, "No, this is my home. I open it for everyone in my family - and you and your child are my family. They're all born from Matilda, in a way. They're tied to her because of the spell she cast."
Coailiann looked up, "Em Eye See, Kay Ee Why, Em Oh You Ess Eeeee" she was singing along with the televison show. TV knew everything and Mickey was her favorite ever.
"Sing with meeee!"
"Coailiann, hush."
Hmph... family, eh? Emo things surfaced for a moment before being squashed back into ihateyou-land. Pleasantly ignoring Kay's singing, he shrugged at Ianna. "You look pretty well off. Must be kinda...."
He trailed off, and a face that was blatantly "oh s**t" came to him as he realized he had no home in this realm. More to worry about. Nicolai didn't mind tramping about and sleeping on rooftops, but if he was caring for a whole other life, how could he be that careless?
Maybe he'd have time to find a place by then...
At long last he finished. "... Nice...."
"Mm, Well, not really. See, we're not in Gaia anymore and this is a realm my daughter created..." she smirked slightly, "But it suits, and the many bedrooms we have work for when the kids want sleep overs or whatever..."
Kay looked up from her singing and scowled for a moment, intrigued by some sudden thought. Apparently her powers weren't exactly as under control as she'd like... "Mommy, I think the pretty man's homeless. Can he live with us?"
Ianna raised a brow, "He's not a puppy, Kay, it's not like you can ask me if we can keep him..."
With an indignant look, the sidhe crossed her arms over her chest. WHY on earth was her mother being condiscending? "I'm not STUPID!"
Nicolai winced her way, glancing himself over. "Hey, just because I look like a destitute....." He shook his head, turning his gaze to the floor.
"I'm not homeless," he explained. "I'm sort of... passing through... I haven't quite figured out where the path home is, so I'm just stuck here... and now that I've got this wand and this responsibility.... I just kinda worry about being able to find my way and what happens to the kid if I do."
With that, he shot a death glare at Kay, burrowing into a mental wavelength, hoping she'd pick up. Good little girls don't eavesdrop on a grown-up's thought processes.
To which Coailiann responded with, Who ever said anything about being a good little girl? and returned the glare at the pretty man named Nicolai who didn't look so pretty with his eyes squinted in a glare.
"Well, the child needs to...Well, stay here as much as possible. It's imperitive that they have interaction with the other children...If you don't have a place, I definitely have enough rooms..."
Good little girls also don't get their feet chopped off while they sleep, he returned, giving an insidious grin. Calmly he redirected toward Ianna and gave a nod of sorts.
"Well.... I wouldn't want to impose, but I got shingle burn last night... so.... I can't really refuse....."
He grinned sheepishly at her, biting at his lip. "I don't exactly WANT to go home... I just... I'm..... well thank you, very much."
Good little girls don't levitate people that annoy them, either, Coailiann answered, not in the least bit afraid of the man's request. He was too pretty to be much of a threat to her - besides, she was a child. Nobody would hurt a child!
And there, in retaliation, the sidhe lifted him promptly a few feet off the ground and attempted to spin him around a few times. It was difficult for her to do, her powers not fully developed, but she had managed to do that with her harp which HAD to weigh more than Nicolai did...
Apalled, Ianna glared daggers at her daughter, "PUT HIM DOWN AT ONCE COAILIANN UMBRIDGE!"
Considering the silver haired, mild mannered woman could be calm in a hurricane or tornado and rarely raised her voice, Coailiann instantly obeyed. She was more afraid of Ianna than getting her feet chopped off. The man was dropped promptly on his rear and she smiled cheekily at her mother.
Ianna gave her a look that purely said they'd talk about it later, "I'll show you to your room then, Nicolai."
Nicolai desperately gripped at the wand, taken quite a bit aback by her actions. He stood and followed Ianna, trying to pay no mind to the cheeky sidhe and her games. She was a child, after all. And though he was more than a little irked, she'd messed with the wrong Shadow Phoenix and his new child... stick.
She'd get hers... oh boy, would she get hers.
I'd be more polite if I were you, sweetheart.
You were rude first, Coailiann retorted. She was sensitive about her abilities (Especially when she couldn't control them) and she hadn't been eavesdropping at ALL. Of course she didn't realize he didn't know that. Ianna growled low and led him down the hall (Once he was up on his feet again) and to his room.
The room was actually rather large, a big king sized bed in the center. It was done up in a blue and silver motif (Each room had a color scheme) and she figured that the particular room would suit him and his child's needs.
"There's a bathroom a few doors down and Coailiann's room is down the hall on the opposite side. She won't bother you."
Nicolai gawked about the room and smiled at the large bed, though a bit wary of it being in the center of the room. He nodded, bowing a little to Ianna gratefully.
"Thank you so much for this. I'd been a bit worried and all...."
He sat upon it, giving it a little bounce. "Ooof.... little imp..... my poor butt...." he groaned, giving a ginger rub to his hip. "Remind me not to tick her off."
Like he really intended to dodge that consequence.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 4:42 pm
Oh My God Why Me?! (Journal Entry)
Yeah, so I carry this p.o.s. in my coat pocket, never write in it, and just sort of grumble when it knocks against my ribcage when I walk. But stuff happened today. I'm..... yeah, I'm gonna be a dad.
No, I didn't even get to have sex. I got a stick. A ******** stick. It's a stick!!! What the hell, man... It's a "wand", they tell me, and soon enough a baby is gonna plop out of it. Somehow. Either way, it's a kid, and it's mine, and I'm the only one that can have it. And if I bust it, the kid dies.
And it's braided reeds. Braided. Reeds. I feel like I could snap this just by touching it. How do they expect me to actually keep this safe? Oh my god...
And... it's a wendigo....
..... I hate that word. I hate it because Naka kept calling me one, and I hate her. Do I eat people?? No! And I'm not a hairy ape man or an ice-encrusted forest monster. I'm a scrawny teenage phoenix with no life and a ******** up head.
Maybe I can show her, and she'll shut up...
Complications with that option, though...
I hope he's not violent, that's all. I just really hope he's not a little terror like the little celtic fairy brat in the wand shop.
Oooh, am I gonna get her.... If there is one thing I don't need, it's some loud-mouthed, ill-mannered sidhe child digging into my head and telling people things they do NOT need to know.
.... I'm not gonna be able to sleep in this room. I'll have to push the bed into the corner later. I can not stand being so far from a wall.
But it was really sweet of Ianna to let me stay here. I like her. Manners. Short, sweet, and to the point. Unlike some people....
I'm just sorta........ at a loss. I'm not sure what to make of this. I can handle the kindness.... but.... I honestly.... I'm terrified. I swear I'll turn over in my sleep and crack the wand clean in half. Or if I let go of it, some thief will make off with it... paranoia sucks, man.
I hate sleep anyway... I'll just ..... kinda..... sit up and stare at it.... then I won't break it, and it won't get away.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 3:30 pm
Time to Get Nerdy
Nicolai had been staring at this thing for hours. Braided grassy stuff, a few feathers... what are they, owl feathers? Very downy and flecky, but straggly as all heck. A wand. Rod. Stick. Whatever. A wendigo.
Wendigo... all he knew about Wendigos was that they ate people, or were made of ice, and had hair. Lots of hair. But that may have been a yeti... he wasn't entirely sure. Well, what was he going to do about this kid if he wasn't even sure of what constituted a wendigo in the first place?
Nicolai wandered out of his room, still carefully clutching the reed wand close to his body. The headquarters seemed a bit dead, but the out-of-the-loop akoriat was sure he'd missed bedtime or something. Taking a moment to remember which way to go, he approached the library. They had to have SOMETHING on this little squirt.
He browsed the shelves straight away to gain his bearing, smirking at having first laid eyes on "The Joy of Sex" somewhere in the upper shelf. After a moment he moved to the outer shelves, where the less logical and more commonly fictional books seemed to reside.
Weddings: The Medusa's Ceremony....
Weekly Planning for the Magically Inclined....
Well Spirits and How to Woo Them....
Western Ghost Stories; An Anthology....
Nicolai frowned. Wendigo he did not find. He placed a finger on the book of ghost stories, debating pulling it from the shelf, until his eyes fell down a level to a book that had been shoved in backwards with the pages facing outward. He left the ghost stories book protruding and pulled the backwards book from the shelf.
The Wendigo by Algernon Blackwood.
Fate's a silly thing.....
He pushed the other book back in and took the new one down to one of the tables. Laying the wand upon the table before him, right in his line of sight even over the book, he sat and began to delve into the novel he'd found. After a few moments of reading he yanked his journal from his coat pocket and began scrawling notes as fast as he could.
Skimming each page for details and skipping the plot depth, he finished his work in maybe two hours. A list of items covered the paper.
*Spreads from person to person?
*Primordial spirit; existed before humans
*Eats humans
*Makes a buttload of noise in the woods
*Screams eerily, makes people go nuts
*Possesses people
*See Ojibway for further into real myth, this is friggin' fiction.
That last item done, he scuttled back up the stairs to the shelf where he'd left the ghost stories book sticking out. Replacing one with the other, he hurried back, somewhat breathless in the fear that the wand may not BE there when he got back, and a bit relieved to see this hadn't happened. Again, he sat and furthered his research. This time, he added these to the list.
*Variations of name: wee-tee-go, wi-ti-ko, wiindiigo, windigo, etc etc maim
*Hair all over body, made of ice, big yellow lidless eyes, body parts decayed or missing, or any variation or combination of that effect. My god, my kid is going to be hideous.
*Eats people. Again, duh.
*Can become it by being possessed by it, by eating a person out of necessity in harsh winter yadda yadda, having dreams about it.
*This is making me sick 8D
*Can have the function of a banshee in some variations
*Is a YETI in others
*Okay, so a wendigo could be anything, dammit.
A huge sigh left his lips as he closed the book, having noted anything of interest or relevence he could find. So this little tyke in this stick, be it boy or girl, was one of these god-awful demons.
Which somehow, despite his horror, brought him to the idea of names. Kid must have a name. Rats. Nicolai was horribly inept at naming things. His bike was named Infamy, for crying out loud. Nouns work better than names, but there was no way he'd outright call the kid "wendigo".
He began playing with his notes a little.
"WeeTeeGo, WeeTeeKo, WeeTee? witty, no. wiindiigoo. windy? wendy?
Maybe if it's a girl. Iigo? EGO stupid! Teeko? ..... ew... Weeko.....
..... Wiko?"
He circled it, much liking the sound of it over those sounds that had already been words he'd yanked out of the creature's many names. The book was placed back on the shelf and he took the wand in hand.
With a little bit of hesitation in the darker parts of the headquarters, half-expecting to see yellow eyes chasing him back to his room, he returned with his little bundle of reeds to the blue room he now called home.
And immediately shoved the bed into the far corner.
After all that reading? Helllll no.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 2:47 pm
Emergence
It had been an odd night and morning had come, after a darkness that seemed to last forever for the nerve-shot Akoriat sitting in his room in the Headquarters. Still staring at the reed wand. After maybe twelve straight hours, he hadn't let it out of his sight for more than a few seconds. Not since he'd rushed to put his book back. It was out of his reach, should he pass out or fall on it, and in plain sight, on the bed, near the corner, where nothing could slip by without him seeing it. Okay, so he realized he WAS taking this a little too far. It was, after all, reeds. Reeds may feel ready to snap, but they make whole wicker chairs out of similar material. And it bends. And it's braided. Stronger than he was giving it credit for?
Whatever. He was stressed out, worn thin like really old underwear that had been bleached too many times. Sit wrong and he'd tear. After tromping about a world he didn't know, after being flung from his home and denied his own name, and now suddenly he had a child to take care of that was more fragile than any real human child could be. It was a bit understandable that he was a little tweaked.
He sat back, finally feeling a little tired after all this staring. Hard work you know... looking at a stick for twelve hours straight and making sure your room isn't invaded by celestial beavers that think it's the perfect addendum to their lodge. God, he knew he was more than a little paranoid, but what would he do? Sleep? Write more? About what? Writing led to thoughts he'd rather ignore, and being in someone else's home at the time, it was outright wrong to be going there when the day was finally approaching and he might have gotten a knock on the door at any moment.
Yes, let's have that cheeky sidhe walk in on my angsty pensieves and run screaming and tell everyone here... they'd grab my wendigo and cart him away for someone more sane.
Not an option, not even a consideration. Instead? Let's stare at the stick! It's almost as thrilling as watching paint dry, only without the inevitable satisfaction of actual paint being dry. Nope, just this wand sitting here and being slightly glowy and not being a baby yet.
Okay, so at least let's try to write something positive. Nicolai reached to the far side of the bed where his journal lay and snatched it over, pulling the pen sharply from the spine. Not even caring for once where in the thing he started writing, he flipped to a blank page and hesitated, before starting off on a long-winded drabble.
"Hey, so I've got this kid, and it's a wendigo, and I'm scared as all hell of it. And I've been staring at it for half a day now. I'm tired but I'm not wantin' sleep yet. No idea what time it is but sometime near morning. I'm totally fried. Fried fried fried chicken and beer... ew, god, I hate beer, why did I say that? ew. Sick....
Ontopicplease. Anywhore. It's still a stick. Stick, stick, stick. I don't wanna call it a wand. When I think wand, I think a big silver shaft with a giant yellow star at the end. Or a big ball of crystal. Not a damn braided reed.
I need to shut up about the wand already, it's a wand, and that's that.
I friggin want some crackers right now. God crackers sound good.
I'm talkin like a stoner....."
At that, Nicolai, who had been laying on his stomach writing, had faceplanted his journal, and outright passed out asleep. And after several hours, or what seemed like moments to him, he'd awoken in a fit, that ickily painful gkk assaulting the back of his brain again.
He sat up slowly, wobbling on his rickety limbs for support, heart racing, eyes darting for the wand.
Glowy. Much glowy. The gkk became a steady nnnnnng as his eyes met it, and carefully, as if the thing was live with electricity, he took it in his hands. Energy was abuzz about the thing.
Oh ********, I think it's growing some....
He held it close to him, feeling it buzz with life, watching the glow concentrate at the topmost tip of the wand. His eyes fixated. The glow moved, amassing into a small cloud.
As if the damn thing exploded, the center of the mass of glow burst into a blinding sort of flash, accompanied by a guttural groan the likes of which nightmares only knew. The groan heightened as the flash faded until it reached a shriek, not unlike a hellish cry from a banshee.
"HKKKAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!"
Nicolai slammed his eyelids shut, forcing the fear of it away and clinging to the wand for dear life. Its voice was madness, but he still had to care for it. He only prayed that the sleep he'd gotten was enough to fuel the little ghost in its growth.
When the howl subsided, Nicolai allowed his eyes to open again, and they met quickly with an oddly-shaped ball of mist that clung to the top of the wand. It was a gray mist, pulsating with sick yellow light in its deepest places. And it felt as if the thing could tear right off the top of the wand.
He clung to it carefully. I really hope I can still keep you safe, little one....
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 12:27 pm
Excursion of Doomy Doom
Umyeah. So it dawned on me this morning that if I'm gonna have a little tyke running about, he needs things. Like... crap. Well, at the least, the room is big enough for the both of us. Me having the bed in the corner leaves even more room for stuff. Can't express how grateful I am to Ianna for all this. Once I get my old job back, I'll start paying rent and stuff.
I'm not filthy rich or anything, but I do have spare cash. Rather, had. D'oh. Why do kids nead so much?
Stuff I managed to scrape up for under 90 bucks-
* Diaper junk (Ouch, man. That's gotta be the most expensive thing right there. )
* Friggin gut-bustingly cute thermal blanket with little smiley stars on it
* Thrift stores rock. Example- Fur mittens and beanie, eight bucks.
* Baby lotion stuff, baby oil stuff, and a crate of discounted baby food stuff
* Splurged on a baby sponge for bathtime stuff
* Antique bassonet, missing a leg. Fixer-upper but in good shape.
* Hunk of wood + handful of nails to fix bassonet leg with. Haha.
* Pack of baby socks. I don't care who the crap you are, it'll make your heart melt to see these things. Shoulda heard me cooing at them the whole way to the register.
* Bunch of little jumper bodysuit shirt things, unisex. Still not sure what gender the kid is, after all.
* Baby med kit, way too much, but it was better than getting a thermometer, tylenol, baby powder, nasal syringe, plastic-tipped silverware, and friggin everything else all separately.
* Couldn't resist.... I found the friggin cutest little wolf plush in a bargain bin at the thrift store. Fuzziest thing I have ever touched. I think I'm getting giddy.
* Little gummy chew ring with stars and fishies on it
I am such a woman.
Well, rather, single dad, with orientation issues. Simply put, I'm a flaming f**, even when I'm with a girl. This shouldn't surprise me like it does.
I've got a bit left, but I'll need to go talk to Augustus again and get my gig back if I plan to support this baby. And there's no way I'm living here without paying rent.
I wanna know if it's a boy or girl.... Either way, I've decided it's Wiko. Sort of a unisex name, eh? Female, it sorta sounds Japanese, and male it's more .... some other nationality. Idunno. Just kinda yay. I like that name for it.
Mmph, I totally don't know what I'm doing..... but it's kinda... Idunno, exciting?
I'm gonna head out to talk to Augustus now. Soon as I fix this bassonet leg....
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