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 Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 1:58 pm
The old library was in horrible need of dusting. So badly in need, Aurelius sneezed and brought up another cloud of dust when she removed a book.
Well, it was her fault for going to such an out-of-the-way part of the library. Hardly anyone came out to the 800s of the nonfiction section, where they kept the philosophers and biographies. The one she was holding- and sneezing on- was of a well-recognized go-getter: Adolf Hitler. As she walked back to her table, she was flipping through its dusty pages. What were his methods? How did he get things done? Was it through force or persuasion?...
She added it to her large pile of books- full of Neitzche, Dante and Milton- and sat down. The spine of the tome full of Milton that she had removed from her pile cracked and sent up another cloud of dust. Her eyes watered, but she was rather busy staring at the glowing light she was observing through the cloudy veil.
"Another one?" she wondered, closing the volume of Milton and looking around. There was no one else here but her... why did this always happen??
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 2:32 pm
D was one of the few whom was wandering the library. It wasn't a place he often visited, though with two children to care for he was finding himself within the realm more and more. This particularly library was impressive, if a bit on the old-fashioned side. The entire building was alost as large as a cathedral, and from some of the books he'd picked up, it was very old.
Didn't they get any current day literature? Some of the books seemed a bit . . .out of date.
Wandering through the shelves, a few books in his hands, D was a man on a mission. He was looking for a music section, or at least for a few biographies on past musicians. Cheylir was always listening to different styles, bands and artists - wouldn't it do him well to learn about the people whom created such harmonics? D thought as much, and there for - after a trip to the dewy decimal system and a visit to the cross librarian in the Childrens Section - the pink haired man found himself within the dusty 800 section.
His mind flitted over various musicians - some were Gaian, while others were from other worlds and planets. His fingers brushed along the dusty spines of books, trying to pick out a few good names. Cheylir loved such a broad assortment of sounds that it was hard to pick out a particular favorite.
Intent on his mission, he hardly noticed Aurelius at her table. She was just another face, another patron and fellow literate Gaian that walked the earth.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 3:19 pm
As D passed her field of vision, she wondered if her luck could possibly be this good. She'd heard from someone that it was often the first human to be near a Reverie that it bound to... so she shoved her books to the side- Nietzche fell off the table- and ran over to the man. Her fingers wrapped around his sleeve and she put on her best big-eyed helpless child face- though it might not work as well as when she had been a toddler, seeing as she was a goofy 4'11" now and all elbows and shoulders and knees. "Mister," she said, pitching her voice higher, "Can you see that? Over there, near the table with all the books on?" She pointed at the floating Reverie.
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 5:00 pm
The electric-pink haired man blinked as he was "attacked". He hadn't noticed Aure's approach previously - his blue eyes had been glued to the dusty titles before him! - so when he felt a tug at his sleeve he couldn't help but be a little surprised. The blonde haired girl with the pale skin and "helpless" look confused him. She was just a girl, wasn't she? Junior high, possibly a highschooler?
Bah - what did age matter to him anyway?
Girls were plum confusing, so he didn't bother even trying to figure such estrogen-based figures.
"Uh," he stammered, his brain taking a moment to process the words stumbling out of her lips. Something about seeing something? On a table? Bokos? He glanced over at the table, still not sure exactly what it he was searching for.
Thankfully, though, there was only one table nearby that had books placed upon them, and it the black and yellow reverie wasn't hard to ignore. "You're talking about the black and yellow wisp, yes? I can see it quite clearly," he agreed, a little smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Wisps . . . ah, such were the early days of his son, Faolan. Seeing the dark reverie reminded him so much of his son, the once intangible baby ghost. The reverie didn't look to be attached to a wand, so he doubted whatever Aure had was any relation to Faolan.
Oh well. Goodness only knew he didn't need any more children! Faolan was a handful enough!
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 5:13 pm
"Yesssss," she said, drawing it out into three syllables. Now she had to debate- toy with this guy as she had Jamie, or tell him straight out right away what was what? "So what're you gonna call him?" Aure gave him a doubtful look. "You're not gonna try and name him Kibbles like the last guy, right? Because seriously, Kibbles isn't a good name for a boy."
With a little trill, she went to climb on her table and catch the Reverie. "So, what's your name? How can I contact you?" She widened her eyes and held the little black and yellow thing close.
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 5:54 pm
D blinked as the girl continued. What. . .? What was he going to call him?? His blue eyes, momentarily surprised by Aure's appearance, went wide with even more shock. She couldn't be serious, could she. . . ?
. . . but she was.
"K-Kibbles?" He repeated dumbly, mind still processing what exactly was happening. D, one of the very few non-magical creatures on Gaia, had learned his lesson. You didn't just waltz in to a shop or store and expect to leave by yourself. If you went grocery shopping, watch what vegetables you pick up because it might very well transform in to a baby or an animal or a nightmare or something more.
Shops were dangerous places to be on Gaia - at least for those whom hadn't a lot of space, or compassion in their hearts. D had gotten caught up twice in such situations - one he wound up with a jar, and the other he was handed a wand.
Both resulted in boy children of varying magical history and degree. A fae-type child, and a werewolf reborn.
Now, here, innocently browsing the library halls he's told that a floating wisp is his!?! And ANOTHER son!?!
. . . . He stared at Aure, watching her collect the floating Reverie. Well, logic screamed at him, was he just going to stand there like a guppy with his mouth wide open or was he going to talk??
"Uh, um - I'll have to think about a name. I can guarentee it won't be Kibbles though," he continued, shaking off the surprise and recomposing himself quickly.
Forgetting about the books that lined the shelves, D walked closer to Aure and the Reverie. Pushing up the rims of his glasses, the ex-raver studied the floating wisp. It . . . was very much so black, with what looked to be gold-like runes??? inscribed upon it. Other than that, it seemed about as tangible as any wispy-thing could be and D hadn't the slightest clue of what it was.
"I'm - I'm D," he introduced himself to the girl. "And I can give you a few phone numbers to call if you need to??" Confusion was still jumbling up his thoughts. "Who're you? And . . what's - what's going on, if you will?"
He was polite, but just thoroughly unsure about what he'd somehow managedt o get himself in to.
Now the libararies weren't safe - wonderful! What was this new addition to his small - but growing - family?
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 6:33 pm
"Prrroooomise?" She jumped off the top of the table, nearly upsetting it. "That's good. Seeing as I can't think of anyone who would want to be called Kibbles." Aure let the dark Reverie go; it floated over to D and rested near his shoulder.
"I'm Aurelius Venport, and that would be nice, thank you." She pulled a notebook- half-filled with philosophical notes on how best to reconfigure a society- and offered him a page. The only empty space was under the heading Neitzche- Vol 9. "And that's an Illusionary."
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 11:04 pm
D watched as the black Reverie floated closer to him, landing near his shoulder and settling. The pink haired man craned his neck, studying it, contemplating touching it. Would the cloud-thing scatter in to a million fine pieces? Was it solid or about as tangible as fog? Was it a wisp like Faolan - easily sucked up into vacuum cleaners and air-vents - or was it much more independent?
"Someone who calls their pet or child or . . . whatever Kibbles has no imagination." He commented half-heartedly, blue eyes staring curiously at the Reverie.
Hnnn. Well, it surely looked like there was no getting out of this one. D was far more accepting of such strange twists and turns of fate that he really wasn't shocked. So he'd walked in to the library expecting to bring back some books and walked out with a wisp instead - life happened that way sometimes. Cheylir and Faolan proved it.
"Do I give him a name now or I can I wait a bit - see what he's like first?" The little floating Reverie was interesting to look at, and D couldn't quite drag his eyes away from the wisp.
Of course, his curious stare didn't last long - the girl was still talking, and it would do best if he listened. Tearing his eyes from the Reverie, he stepped closer to Aure and took the proferred notebook. If his eyes saw the scribble and scratch written, his mind didn't process the words. He was too surprised at finding himself another wisp in such a short amount of time!
"I'm D - D Leroux," He greeted amicably, though distraction laced his words. Taking out a pen, he scribbled down his name, a few phone numbers, and his address. "An Illusionary, huh?" He repeated as he finished, offering the notebook back to the blonde. A look from the black wisp to Aure, and a little grin. "Pardon my ignorance but what exactly is that?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 8:02 am
Aure checked the numbers and nodded, noticing they all had area codes. "Yes, well, he was very shocked. No, you don't have to name him now if you don't want to, but I know that my first pair of mothers named me a few days after finding me. He probably can't be vacuumed up, because we have no magnetic pull towards anything. Once I think I floated through a wall as a Reverie." She smiled at D and put her notebook down.
"Illusionary are children born from floating wisps, not unlike will-o'-the'-wisps. We all used to have a life... somewhere, but we don't know it anymore."
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 10:53 am
Was this girl psychic? D blinked as Aure seemed to read his mind about the vacuuming bit - well, at least his fears were relieved. Unlike Faolan, he might not have to be so paranoid about what windows were left open and whether or not the dust-buster was in the hands of Cheylir. D knew his eldest son wasn't exactly thrilled about being an older brother. And now, to have another sibling. . .
Well, life was change, was it not?
D gave a little nod as Aure explained what Illusionary were. So they weren't unlike his Faolan - a past existance reborn in to something new. It was obvious that Aure knew what she was talking about, and as she used the term 'we', it was apparant she WAS an Illusionary. Very, very interesting.
"I see," he murmured, voice still laced with surprise and awe. A glance at the gentle Reverie - he just couldn't seem to get enough of the yellow pattern! It was quite a beautiful . . . creature . . . at least in D's minds eye.
"Will he ever remember his past life or will he have to disver that on his own?"
Perhaps he'd make a good companion with Faolan. The little werewolf child now had a younger brother who shared a similar fate. For a moment - just a moment - to escape the reality of such a finding D couldn't help but wonder if this is what HIS death would bring. Would someday he be reborn in to something else, under someones care?
. . . quite an entertaining thought, but one he could grin about later.
"Hey you," he directed at the Reverie, curious to see if there was a reaction. "Can you all - I mean he - can he hear me and make sense of my words?" Whether or not he could, D would still talk to his newest son, coddle the wisp as best he could. But if Aure was such a Reverie grown, then he might as well get as much information on the workings of a reverie as he could.
This way, unlike with Faolan, he wasn't stuck trying to figure out everything himself.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 3:11 pm
"We remember. A little bit at a time, but we remember... There's no way for us to find it out on our own, you see. We wouldn't even know where to look." She smiled; it wasn't a nice smile, like you'd expect for a girl of her age. It was more of a sort of grimace, like this fact pained her. Aure had started to pick up books and put them on the table.
She shrugged off D's question. "We see, we hear... but we don't understand. I mean, I knew my mothers when I saw them, but I felt like I was always forgetting all the things they were nattering at me and what they meant."
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 9:07 am
"Hnn," D murmured, giving a little nod at all that Aure said. She looked like such a . . a sad child. Part of the man couldn't help but wonder what she once was, or had been. The books that he'd seen on the table top, the notes that his eyes had glanced over, all seemed to point out that she was exceptionally bright and curious. Interested in how the world worked, or something. Many of the authors and books, he figured, were quite a bit adult for the girl.
Given, he suspected she was a young adult, and had every right to read up on literature and the people of the universe. But he still couldn't help but find it strange.
Most girls were in to make up and colouring their hair and other such female nonsense. At least, that's how D rememebered it. But then, Aure, just like his Faolan was, and his new, nameles son would be - was far from normal.
Even on Gaian standards.
"Well then," he smiled lightly, glancing over at his gentle and still Reverie. "I'll keep those thoughts in mind while he grows. I have another son with a similar . . . lifestyle ahead of him," he explained cordially. He'd gone through this once before, and D had long since expected the unexpected living upon Gaia.
So any lack of shock and surprise, any quick acceptance of the Reverie was because of it. He'd been truly floored with Faolan and Cheylir - now that he was accostomed to such things, his new little son wasn't such a surprise.
The Reverie floated from one shoulder to the other, settling close beside D's neck. So very soft and light . . . very much so like a wisp. "Just aother blessing, aren't you?" He asked affectionately, the paternal instinct enveloping D more and more. He was such a sap for the young, new, and interesting.
He was such a sap in general. "Is there anything else I need to know? Anyone else I need to talk to about this, any place I can go when he grows to meet. . .others like himself?" He hated to specify that there was such a difference in the world. But to find kindred souls like his own, others that are journeying down a similar road . . . Faolan had all the other ghosts and children at Headquarters. Was there a place where parents and their reveries could gather?
Blue eyes dimmed a bit, and he offered Aure and apologetic smile. "I'm sorry - I don't mean to be -."
A shhhhhhhhh from a passing Librarian, as well as a stout glare at the pair of chattering fools. D's cheeks flushed and he lowered his voice further.
"to be blasting you with a million questions. . . "
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 7:37 pm
"That's no problem," she said breezily. "At least you promised not to name it Kibbles." Aure gave D a smile and shouldered her bag; she eyed the pile of books and then shrugged. Her hands slid under the bottom book and she picked them up with a tiny mutter of effort. "I have to go now, bye~" She nodded a short goodbye and skittered off to return her books to the front desk before heading home.
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