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 Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2005 9:29 pm
-I'm in charge of WHAT?!-
"... You're kidding me."
Anvion shook her head slowly. "Nope. Not kidding. I got this in the mail." She held up a letter, with the symbol from the Magical Mishaps shop stamped in the upper corner.
Frowning, Varlen took the letter, opening and reading it. He'd heard of the Mishaps shop before. Of course, most spellcasters had heard of it. And while it was a good idea, it still had a sort of taboo there. After all, the kids there were spells gone wrong. To have a mage put a child there was a great blow to their reputation... but Varlen hadn't heard of a mage actually raising one of these children. How... odd.
His frown deepening, the drow's crimson eyes scanned the letter again, to see if it had been addressed to him by mistake. If this were for Anvion, it would make perfect sense. After all, she was the one who had the weird obsession with raising children and the parental instinct. Not him. He HATED the little brats. Alas, he found that there wasn't a mistake on the letter- that he was indeed now the guardian of the mishap by the name of Bergerac.
"Lemme see," Anvion stated, snatching the letter from him. Pushing her glasses up her nose, the elf read over the letter. However, instead of the irritated frown it caused Varlen, Anvion only broke out in a wide grin. "Oooh... I don't know if I should start laughing or pity the kid."
"Save the witty commentary, Anvion," the drow sighed in response. "Anyways, do you want to take care of her? I mean, you're the one who's good with-"
Anvion cut him off with a sharp wave of the letter in his face. "Sorry, darlin'. Says here YOU'RE the one in charge. Plus I have the twins, remember? I'm busy enough as is. Tell you what, though. I'll help you by giving out tips and advice and s**t, and I'll even babysit when you feel the need to retreat into your lab for god knows how long. Okay?"
"Fine, fine," Varlen sighed in response. Damn. So that tactic had failed. Oh well. Best make the best of it so Anvion wouldn't hound and pester him. Then he could possibly think of something later...
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Hells. This wasn't looking to be his best day ever. Varlen had checked in at the Magical Mishaps HQ, had gotten the baby, and was now climbing up towards the baby's designated room, Anvion skipping along lightly and almost annoyingly at his heels. The Baby, Bergerac, was in the female elf's arms, and she seemed to be delighted with the child.
"Isn't she DARLING?" Anvion gushed, beaming up at Varlen. "She's a little angel! And so pretty!"
Varlen glanced at the baby, arching an eyebrow at Anvion in response. Bergerac was hardly something Varlen would describe as 'lovely.' First off, she was human. Being a drow, Varlen naturally had little love for most surface-dwelling creatures, humans amongst them. True, since he had been spending his last fifty years up here and living with humans, old biases hammered into one's brain since birth were slow to fade. Second, she kind of gave him the willies to look at. Yeah, Bergerac was a baby, but she... looked like she was about a hundred years old at the same time. Eerie. Apparently she was actually some old witch who messed up a spell on herself in an attempt to get young. Sucked to be her.
In response to Varlen's eyebrow arch and lack of a verbal response, Anvion stuck her tongue out childishly at the seven-foot tall dark elf. "Meanie. Anyways, I'm staying over tonight to make sure you both get oriented comfortably. Lewin and Flitch can look after the other kids."
"You're trusting your kids to that annoying bug and a toddler?"
"Sure," Anvion shrugged. "Flitch is a smart kid, and Lewin's taken care of them before. Plus they can contact me if anything goes wrong."
Although Varlen had some serious misgivings as to Anvion's choice in babysitters, he didn't reply. Although he'd never admit it, he DID want her help get him oriented with the baby. Now at the room, the drow pulled out the key handed to him and unlocked the door. Both elves stepped in, looking about. Huh. Seemed the place was fully-furnished. Well, for the most part. He'd have to get everything in tomorrow.
"Ooooh... This is nice..."
Anvion looked around, carefully appraising the room. "I think it could use a little touching-up, though. But it's a nice start. You wanna hold her?"
"What?"
"Bergerac. You wanna hold her? Come on. She's your daughter. If you keep up your 'I'm so cool and badass' s**t, you two won't make friends. Come on. She's a real doll."
Rolling his eyes, Varlen took Bergerac from Anvion, looking down at the baby. She merely stared back up at him, blank blue eyes wide and staring. Yeesh. Oh well. At least she wasn't screaming and carrying on or anything.
"...Daaa?" bergerac blinked slowly, reaching up to grab a lock of Varlen's long silvery hair in her small fist. Pretty...
A pause. Da? Did Bergerac mean dad? Varlen looked questioningly over at Anvion, who was shaking with silent giggles. So. Um... that was good, right? "...Yeah. I guess I'm your Da now..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 8:17 am
-RP: Meeting Aphrodite-
Catherine poked her head out of Aphrodite's room, looking left and then right at the hallways of the second floor. Closing the door, she took a deep breath, opening it quickly and rather abruptly. "Ha!" ... Nothing was different, it was still the same hallway she saw previously. The plump witch took a deep breath, her short brown hair bouncing with her movement.
"Mama are you a crazy?" Squeeked a voice.
Peering inside the room, Catherine eyed the tiny wasp mishap, who was sitting on the bed playing with her Alphonse who was now her size. "No.. it's just it was embarassing when we came back into the building the other day and everything was all topsy turvy and I had to spend 500 gold for train tickets to Barton to go all the way to Salem's house just to use your bedroom door to get back here." Catherine huffed, well it was at least embarrassing on her behalf. sighing she fixed her peasant shirt and skirt, barefoot she poked her head inside the apartment. Picking up the little icemaiden baby that was playing quietly infront of the television. Kissing the top of the baby head she cooed little whispers.
"Mama!" Garreth giggled as the eight foot long baby dragon nuzzled into Catherine's thigh as she walked into Aphrodite's room.
Aphrodite merely giggled, whispering into the ear of her Alphonse. "Yeah Mama's silly sometimes, but she's still a good mama too."
Catherine blinked, it seemed Aphrodite took up her imaginary freinds again. "You wanna bring Ed along too?"
"To where?" the tiny babe stood up on the bed toddling to the pillow and lifting up the Ed plushie that was like Alphonse, her size.
Garreth was curious himself. "Yeah mama where?"
"Well, I wanna say hello to one of the new parents here. They adopted a baby that had nobody to take care of them for a very long time." She looked about trying to find Baxterfullous, shrugging guessing he was off doing his own thing.
The tiny toddler stopped for a moment, looking at Al, then Ed, and then back to her mother. "That's sad. Mama Ed and Al say they wanna meet the baby."
Garreth blinked, frowning a bit. He understood that feeling, burying his face into his mother's thigh again.
Smiling, she picked up Aphrodite, along with Ed and Al, placing them in a basket. With Nariko in her arms and Garreth right behind them, they made their way down the hallway. Reading the names on the doors, it took Catherine awhile but towards the opposite end of the hallway she finally found Bergerac's room. Knocking lighlty, she smiled and waited for a response.
There. Finished at last.
Varlen leaned against a wall of Bergerac's room, half-admiring the decorating and setting up job he had just spent the last couple of hours doing. Of course, most of that time had been spent in setting up that damn tapestry to connect with his lab and the house. It had proven to be a bigger chore than he liked, what with all the safety spells so someone wouldn't wander through and raise all hell and destroy his various rare (not to mention valuable) instruments and items, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. But at last he was done with things.
Now what?
Thoughtfully, the drow's crimson gaze fell upon Bergerac, who sat in her crib. The baby was watching him, and had been the whole time. She hadn't uttered a noise, but Varlen wasn't too bothered by that. It kept distractions to a minimum, to say the least. But he didn't know if it was her blank blue eyes or the instensity of the stare that made it... somewhat eerie. She still continued to stare at him, and he merely stared back. To be honest, Varlen hadn't the SLIGHTEST idea of what to do with a baby. He had tried to get Anvion to help him out, but since she was busy with twin babies of her own, she had merely chucked a baby care book at him and had snapped at him to figure it all out. However, he had found the book to be... quite useless...
"So..." he sighed, as if to break the silence that had settled on the room. "Looks like it's just the two of us, huh?"
Bergerac, in response, tilted her head and reached out a small hand to Varlen. "Da."
"Da? Yeah. I'm your... dad... now, I guess..." No matter how many times he was reminded of it, it still seemed damned strange to Varlen. He was about to let the akward silence settle in once again, only to be interrupted by the soft knocking at the door. Frowning, the tall drow slid over to the door, eyes narrowed in curiosity. Who in the hells would come knocking? News seemed to travel fast if it was someone coming to greet him.
He poned the door halfway, enough so that he could see out, but it was still kept closed enough so that his lean frame could block most of the doorway. He was mildly surprised to see a woman with an armload of kids. Hn. Reminded him of Anvion in a way.
Continuing to eye the woman in a fairly suspicious manner, the drow arched a silvery-white eybrow. "Yes?"
Bergerac also seemed interested in the sound, but more interested in the fat that there was someone... or a few someones... outside. She made a small noise of curiosity and dtried to lean to the side so that she could peer around Varlen, but to no avail. So she merely sat back and waited for 'Da' to move."Boo." Nariko, the baby snowmaiden declared pointing at the dark elf.
Catherine a made a bemused face, shaking her head. Bringing her hand up to push down Nariko's gently. "Hello, my name's Catherine... we live down the hallway." Her smiled was more gently then anything, she seemed a bit surprised to see that he was a drow, but in no way did she seem disgusted.
Aphrodite blinked from her shoulder perch, clinging to her plushies. "Hi. My name is Aphrodite." She waved smiling towards the dark elf. "Oo.. why you black? Mama did he get covered in soot?"
Catherine bit her lip, biting back a laugh. "No sweetie, ." It wasn't uncommon sight for Catherine at least in her childhood years, though that was another story for another time. "He's a drow." Turning back to Varlen. "I'm sorry, she's never really seen many other types of people in the world. She can be a bit nosey at times if she's cruious enough." She stage whispered in an amusing sort of way.
"Boo." The snowmaiden pointed at Aphrodite. "Ssisisisissssss."
Aphrodite made a face, much like her mother did. "Silly baby."
Sighing, Catherine retraced her point of the coversation. "I wanted to come by and say hello and quite possibly, if you like, let them meet Bergerac. I remebered being told about her, and about how her gaurdian gave her up. I was sad about it, but she has you now!" Her expression brightened. "She's very lucky to have found someone."
Hiding behind his mother's skirt tails was an eightfoot long baby dragon, peeking out occasionally. Being insufferably shy was one of Garreth's down falls. Varlen listened to the chattering, the expression on his face seemingly unimpressed, even bored. He eyed the four beings gathered outside his door a for a few moments longer, then finally gave a small sigh and pulled the door all the way open, stepping to the side so that they could all enter.
"Varlen," he replied tersely as an introduction. There was no other real greeting from him, but, then again, since when were the drow known for hospitality. "You can come in if you wish."
From her spot, Bergerac could hear several voices, and not just Varlen's. She blinked slowly, her blank stare becoming more fixated on the open portion of the door that was blocked by Varlen's back. Again, she made a small sound of curiosity, leaning forward in anticipation.The plump witch pushed up her glasses that little Nariko was trying to pull down. His introduction and his almost sour dispostion honestly did not surprise her, a somewhat cautious motion was what she made as she made her way into room. She looked about, her eyes adjusting quickly to dim light of the room.
Garreth entered, minding his tail hoping he didn't knock anything over.
Nariko blinked, pointing towards Bergerac, who was sitting snugly in her crib. "Boo."
Aphrodite made another face. "Silly baby you can't go an' say boo to everyone."
"Boo?"
Aphrodite just sighed shaking her head, her tiny hand to her forhead.
"Thank you..." Catherine looked about, taking in the decor. Her eyes caught the tapestry. "Beautiful craftsman ship... I mean.. the spell work and the tapestry." "Boo?" Bergerac replied curiously, tilting her head to the side. "Boo..." The word seemed to interest her, for a thoughtful look crossed her aged-looking face as she repeated it. "Bah?"Varlen arched an eyebrow at the baby's vocalization attempts and frowned almost irritably at Catherine's cautious motions. "I'm not going to stab you while your back is turned, if that's what's bothering you." Honestly! People and their paranoia. It had long since stopped insulting the drow, but that didn't mean it stopped irritating him.
He seemed mildly surprised at the compliment, though. He gave a slow blink, followed by a small shrug. "It's nothing special. Just a portal set up in a way so Bergerac won't fall through on accident. It just shows what's on the other side in the form of a tapestry..."Catherine shook her head quickly. "I didn't mean to give you any offense." She sighed. "I'm afriad I might bump into something." She frowned, her large posterier was the blame of her actions.
Aphrodite giggled sweetly. "Mama's got a big butt."
Catherine's face reddened.
Garreth looked about, making his way over towards the crib. Smiling at the baby, he balanced on his hand legs, leaning gently on the side. "Hi."
Nariko wiggled, trying to get out of Catherine's arms, wanting to see the new face. "Booooooo.. plaa sis.. squee."
Catherine blinked, at the tapestry response. "Ah, but it's still done really well. I mean it."
"Mama can do magi." Aphrodite proclaim. "Though she puts me in a bubble when I'm being bad... Nari stop being a butt." She wiggled her tiny hand towards the baby in her mother's arms. "Wait and see if mama can put you down you silly baby." Varlen shrugged, crossing the room to take Bergerac out of the crib to set her down on the ground. "If you knock something down, I'll just pick it up. Simple. There's nothing that can easy be broken in here, Madame."
Bergerac blinked slowly at Garreth, squinting before she let out a small burble of delight, one small hand reaching out to poke Garreth's nose curiously. When Varlen picked her up she let out a small "Yii!" of protest, but once she saw she was on the ground, she began to poke curiously at the dragons tail. Garreth's size seemed to impress her.... or at least interest her.
Again with the compliments. Such things were rare to Varlen, so he merely shrugged them off, though the drow couldn't help but be mildly pleased with the compliments. "Thank you..."He giggled sweetly at the tiny pokes- "Hehee.. That tickles." A shade of pink flushed across his green cheeks with the sudden attention. Turning his head to her he merely smiled rather happily.
Nariko complained. No fair! Garreth's getting to see the new person! She wiggled with all her little might, her ice amulet in her mouth. "Baaababbaaaaaa..." She burbled and the "Oo"ed as soon as she was sat down next to Bergerac. Suckling on her amulet, she poked Bergerac's shoulder genlty. "bububububu"
Aphrodite was placed gently infront of Bergerac, with her two percious toys. "Hi." She waved up at the baby. "This is Al." She held up a small grey plushie, that was her exact size. She gently pt down Al, and picked up a blonde plushie that was the same size as Al. "His name is Ed... they're brudders and my friends."
"I can't hear then, but Aff-dite says they do." Garreth shrugged. "I believe she does."
"It's no problem." She kept her pleasant smile, which in all aspects seemed rather genuine. "The tapestry sort of reminds me of my great uncle Rupert." Bring her hand to her chin, she thought a little harder. "Which I'm not sure it's a good thing or a bad thing... good thing was that he is nice to me and a bad thing is that he's called ' the heartless wizard of the great northern moutains.'" Catherine shrugged and then smiled a bit at the children, sercretly hoping she didn't overwhelm little Bergerac. Bergerac did indeed seem a little overwhelmed by all the attention, but her pleasure at recieving so much attention seemed to outweigh it. She curiously poked Nariko in return, gurgling curiously. But her attention fazed quickly over to Aphrodite's two toys. "Alllll..."
What seemed to be a ghost of a smile flickered across Varlen's face before he brushed a few loose strands of his long silvery hair out of his eyes. "Huh. A good title if you hope to avoid keeping company. Ah well. I've gone by worse before..."Aphrodite smiled up at Bergerac. "Smart baby!" She cooed. "He's my favors, bestest fend!" She held him up for her to see better. She then blinked, realizing how short she was compared to Ber. Flying up so she could see.
Nariko blinked, looking at Al. Shrugging she picked up Ed instead, placing him in her lap. "Ehh sisiss.. bloo" she babbled quietly, petting the tiny plush's head. Then leaning back on Garreth.
Garreth blinked looking at them, curling around them. He laid his head on the ground ontop of his draconic hands smiling while watching them play.
Catherine laughed quietly. "Well he was known for placing the head of his enemies on pikes. " She said softly, out of the earshot of the children. "... By worse?" She seemed to be curious but she then decided to back off, already seeing that he wasn't very interested in talking about himself, or at least his past. instead she decided to change the subject. "How are you fairing? Is she your first?" Bergerac fell quiet, staring at Aphrodite as she flew, an intensely interested look coming across her aged face. She hadn't noticed Aphrodite flying before, and this odd new development seemed to intensely interest Bergerac. "Fai!" she cried out.
Varlen shrugged. "She is, though I believe I'm doing well enough with her. Though my fiancee knows more than enough about children, so I can ask her if anything comes up. She has a few of her own, though she's busy with twins so I have to take care of Bergerac alone..." He sighed. "However, I must admit that this sort of thing is... quite unfamiliar with me...""No silly." The wasp mishap giggled. "Al." She corrected and then smiled. "He likes kitties." Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
Garreth blinked a bit, he looked up at Bergerac and then at Aphrodite. "I think she means you."
"Oh? .. Fai?" She blinked, hoving in mid air, hugging Alphonse tightly.
Nariko blew a msall spit bubble, crawling over Garreth's tail and over to where Catherine stood. "Boo."
Catherine blinked looking down, smiling she knelt to pick up Nariko. Cradling her in her arms, she kissed the ice maiden's nose. "Parenting... is something that comes naturally. It'll come to you don't worry. If you need help I can baby sit or give you pointers." "Fai," Bergerac responded firmly with a nod. As if to emphasize the word, she flapped her arms as if they were wings. "Fai!"
"I believe Bergerac is trying to say 'fly,'" Varlen pointed out, his gaze sliding over momentarily to the baby, who responded with a happy cry. That said, he shifted his crimson gaze back on the woman. He gave a small nod of assent, as if accepting her offer. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Thank you."Aphrodite blinked, a smile on her face as she flew around Bergerac's head. Then landing lighlty in her lap. "See I fly for you!" she pointed up at the aged-face baby.
Garreth blinked a bit. He shrugged looking around at the room, it was dimly litted, but it was nice, at least for his eyes. His body made for the forest, but alas he has never seen one.
Nariko blinked up at her mother, clapping happily. "Baaaaabaa!"
"No problem." She flashed a small grin and then turned to the baby in her arm.
"Baba" The ice maiden whined and then yawned.
Catherine sighed, cradlign the baby in her arms. "Guys I think it's time to go, it's nap time for Nari and you two have lessons with Bax."
The two children groaned, the larger of the two got up. "Come on, mama says we gots to go."
Aphrodite pouted, with on arm she held Alphonse's hand, she hovered towards Ed. She stopped, looking at her 3 inch tall Edward. Blinking she turned to Bergerac. "Ed says he wants to stay with you." She said quietly. "He says he was to protects you like Al protects me." She Smiled picking Edward from off the floor and giving him to Bergerac. "He's alk-em-ish." She said in a matter of fact tone.
"It's pronounced Al-kem-ist." Catherine said sweetly, honestly surprised that Aphrodite was willing to give one of her prized possessions to someone.
Ahrodite blinked and then nodded. "He's berry powerfuls, good friend, buh dun call him littles he'll get mad." she giggled, flying towards Bergerac givign her a hug, well... as close as you could to one. "Bye bye!"
..And with that the large family left, saying their goodbyes, walking their way back down the hall and into the tiniest mishap's room. 
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 11:00 pm
-RP: Meeting Kunjiro-
"No, Bergerac. That's fish food. You don't eat that."
"Fooooo...."
"No. It tastes disgusting, and will make you ill. And being ill is bad."
Bergerac tilted her head to the side, one small hand clutching some fish food. She was seated in Varlen's lap at the edge of the pond, and he was showing her how to feed the fish. Well, Varlen was trying. Bergerac seemed to think that it was some strange new form of food, and so kept trying to eat it. He'd been trying to dissuade her from eating for nearly five minutes now. However, she still wanted to eat it. Varlen sighed and shrugged, finally giving up.
"Fine, fine. If you want to get sick, go on and eat it..."
"I win!" Kunjiro cried as he reached the indoor garden, leaving Xiao Ling behind. Not long after Kunjiro's arrival, Xiao Ling came in, too tired to move.
"Alright, you win," she said. "What do you want?"
Before answering Xiao Ling's questions, the mushroom boy ran towards the pond but stopped whe he saw two people at the pond. "Heh, someone here," he said to himself. Without calling his mother, Kunjiro walked towards them. "Hello," he said cheerfully.
Varlen's head whipped around to the sourse of the voice, crimson eyes already narrowed.. but sighed when he saw it was just a kid. An odd-looking one at that. No matter. Varlen had seen stranger before. He gave the child a small nod in his own greeting.
"Hello..." he replied off-handedly, meanwhile batting Bergerac's hand away from her mouth. She was trying to eat the fish food again, trying to take advantage of Varlen's distraction.
Obviously she wasn't very pleased at having been caught, for Bergerac let out a little screech of protest. No! HER food!
"I'm Kunjiro," the mishap said, before taking a seat next to Varlen. "You, sir?"
"There you are," Xiao Ling said, after searching for Kunjiro for some time. Then she turned to Varlen, "I'm sorry if he's bothering you, sir."
Kunjiro was not paying attention to what Xiao Ling said, he was looking at Bergerac with fish food. "Baby a girl right? What is her name?" Kunjiro asked.
"Varlen," the drow replied. "And this is Bergerac. Yes, she's a girl."
Varlen didn't have to bat her hand away again, for it seemed that she had just noticed Kunjiro, and found him RATHER interesting. Well, she was staring at him with those odd blank eyes of hers, but that could mean anything. She seemed to like staring, especially at new or interesting things. Whatever it was that caused her to stare, it certainly made her forget to feed the fish food. She didn't even put up a struggle when Varlen absentmindedly pried her fingers open and took the food from her.
Tossing the food out into the pond so that she wouldn't try to eat it again, Varlen tilted his head back to glance up at Xiao Ling, shaking his head slowly. "No, he's fine at the moment, Madame..."
"Bergerac and Varlen..." the mishap said, trying to remember their names. He looked at Bergerac for a while and asked, "Lines on her face, what they for?"
"Oh, okay," Xiao Ling replied, relieved that Kunjiro was not causing any trouble. "Then I'll leave him here for a while, if you don't mind. I have to do something," she continued and pat Kunjiro on his mushroom hat before leaving, "Mama has things to do, I'll came back later, okay?"
Varlen opened his mouth to protest at playing babysitter, but alas. He was stuck with the mushroom kid, like it or not. He shot the retreating woman a somewhat resentful and irritated look, then let out a small sigh and turned his attentions back on Kunjiro.
"The lines are just there, kid. Nothing special about them..."
After staring for a few moments longer, Bergerac let out a burble before squirming out of Varlen's grasp and crawling rather akwardly towards Kunjiro. Ste stared up at him, her blank gaze filled with an awed look. Again she let out a burble and tugged rather curiously on his moss cape. How odd...
"Oh, nothing special," Kunjiro replied, dissapointed with what Varlen had said about the lines. "And my mom is busy always."
After that, Kunjiro sat on the floor quietly, enjoying the view of the indoor garden the pond. He gave a small yell when the cape was tugged, and turned around to see who did it. The moss boy was relieved when he saw it was Bergerac who did it, but he felt strange when it was tugged.
Varlen gave a shrug and turned back to stare out over the pond, seemingly lost in thought as he idly tossed the last remains of the fish food he had brought up. What he was thinking about, none could really say. He was probably still sulkng over having to play babysitter. Ah well. He'd probably get over it soon. Maybe.
Bergerac let out her own squeak of surprise at Kunjiro's yell, scrabbling backward and away from the source of the loud noise. She didn't go far before stopping and once again staring at Kunjiro oddly. However, she once again crawled forward, this time poking him experimentally on the shoulder. Maybe he wouldn't yell this time...
When Bergerac gave out a squeak, Kunjiro jumped a little as something was troubling him in his mind. He stared at Bergerac for a while before walking towards the pond to see what Varlen is throwing into the pond. "What is that, mister?"
The mushroom boy then sat in front of the pond, wanting to see the fish food Varlen threw but what he saw was a group of fishes gathering at one spot. Not long after that he was poked and this time, he did not yell.
Not knowing what to do, he stood up and digged his pockets and took out one packet of small biscuit. He then tore out the plastic wrapper and offered it to Bergerac, not knowing that babies cannot eat solid food.
"Fish food. We came up to feed the fist, but Bergerac became more interested in the food, even though it's not good for her..."
Bergerac took the biscuit curiously, turning it over an dover as she stared at it. Then, she stuck it in her mouth, gumming it curiously. Varlen wasn't telling her to stop, so Bergerac continued to chew at it. "Mmmrph..."
"Okay." Kunjiro nodded at Varlen's explanation, peering at the fish food. He looked over at the pond and its fishy inhabitant, before turning his attention to Bergerac.
The boy smiled upon seeing Bergerac chewing on the biscuit. "Like biscuit? I have more, so when you finish eating, tell me if you want more," Kunjiro said, fishing out another two from his pockets. Taking off the plastic from one, he started nibbling on it while offering Varlen the other.
"Biscuit, mister?"
"I'll pass," Varlen responded, shaking his head. He cast a brief glance at Bergerac and frowned as he watched her gnaw at the biscuit, as if he disapproved of such an action, yet remained silent. At least the thing she was gnawing at was good for her, and wouldn't make her sick like the fish food would.
"Buuu?" Curiously, Bergerac took her half-gnawed biscuit out of her mouth, holding it out to Kunjiro. She wasn't really offering it to him, but saw him holding out HIS biscuit, and so was mimicking his movements.
Kunjiro nodded at Varlen's refusal and peered at the biscuit for a few seconds, as if not knowing what to do with it. He shrugged a few seconds later, then turned to Bergerac and blinked at her when she held out her biscuit to him. "No, biscuit for you, so you eat." Very gently, the mushroom boy pushed Bergerac's outstretched hand back with one hand, then continued nibbling on his own.
Xiao Ling appeared a moment later, holding in her arms a large stack of paper - documents, presumably. She approached the small group of three slowly, being careful not to drop the paper. As she approached Varlen she gave him an apologetic nod.
"Sorry to have you look after Kunjiro. I hope he didn't cause any trouble?"
"He didn't," the drow responded, rising and scooping Bergerac into his arms. "And now, if you don't mind, we're going to be off. I have some work I must attend to..."
Bergerac let out a squeal of surprise as Varlen picked her up, and, sensing that they were to be going soon, waved to Kunjiro. "Biiiis!"
"No I don't mind, of course. I'm here to bring Kunjiro home actually. See you again sometime," the guardian replied with a smile. She then turned to Kunjiro, who waved back as Bergerac was leaving. "Come on, we're going home now," she said.
Kunjiro took care of what remained of the biscuit, and waved back to Bergerac. "Ba-i!" He said, grinning broadly at the two before taking off after Xiao Ling.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 11:03 pm
-RP: Meeting Shammi-
"Pllkt." Shammi commented, watching Erishi with one eye.
"Now, that's ridiculous." Erishi replied, flipping a page in her gun magazine while sitting on the dryer that apparently contained her clothing. "I'm sure no one cares that I'm washing my shirt."
"Kmbht." The chamelion argued, turning the other eye to watch her mother.
"Oh, I'm wearing a bra. It's fine." The shirtless woman replied, smacking the magazine into her lap. "At least I'm wearing pants."
Ugh. The joys of laundry. Varlen sighed as he dragged down a basket of dirty quilting and baby clothing to the laundry room, Bergerac tucked carefully in one arm. He had been putting off doing this chore for as long as possible, since the tall drow loathed washing machines and dryers with a passion, but alas, things had gotten too built up. It had to be done today.
That didn't mean he had to be happy about ti, oh no. Indeed, the dark elf had muttered an almost constant stream of curses in his native tongue during the trip down the stairs and most of the way through the laundry room. He had broken off as soon as he head voices emanating from the laundry room, above the horrid drone of the washing machines.
He entered the laundry room, only to stop dead when he spotted the shirtless woman sitting atop a dryer. What in the nine hells....? Tsk. Rivvin. Each one had less decenc than the last, it seemed.
Bergerac, who had been staring calmly up at Varlen while he carried her down, muttering... stuff, turned her head in curiosity when she felt Varlen come to a sudden stop. She squinted against the slight in the room, but made a small noise upon seeing figures, reaching out with one small hand. "Peeee..."
The little green girl turned her head slightly and stared at the new arivals with one eye, keeping one eye on Erishi. It paid to keep an eye on her.
The muticolored haired woman beamed at the man and hopped up. "Hello! Why, you have a cute little kitten, too! Hello, kitty!" She leaned down and smiled at Bergnac. "Aren't you a white little kitty? Haven't grown into your skin yet? You're like one of those crazy hairless kitties! Come, come play!" She reached around and scooped up Shammi, who gave a little squeak of surprise.
"This is Shamilade. She is funny and green, but she is cute." Erishi said by way of introduction. "And I am Watsuki Erishi, but everyone just calls me Erishi, 'cause that's easier to say, dontcha know?"
"Plurkt." Shammi muttered.
Bergerac made a small cooing noise, reaching out to Shamilade. Greeeeen! The other Mishap's skin tone intrigued Bergerac greatly, and she tried to touch it. Alas, her arms were too short, so she was forced to give a resigned burble and settle back down in Varlen's grasp. "Geeeeeen...."
"... Kitty? Madame, Bergerac is NOT a cat." Varlen frowned, already irritated by this strange topless woman. He made to step around her, but found (much to his frustration) that she had him all but blocked within the doorframe. His frown intensified. Ugh. This wasn't his day.
Erishi snorted. Poor man, he must be simple! "Of course they're kittens." She said in a tone of upmost reason. "What do you think they are, llamas? You're funny." She beamed at the drow and reached out to pat his cheek.
"Unbla?" Shammi said, looking towards Bergnac. Erishi beamed and plopped the girl on the ground.
"Come, plop your kitty-Bergnac down and I will help you wash your smelly socks!"
Varlen leaned back, easily evading Erishi's hand. The fact that he stood a good foot and a half over her already made it easy to heep his head out of her reach. Still, he didn't want that psycho lady to TOUCH him. At. All. It was if he feared some of her weirdness would rub off on him. Nonetheless, he set Bergerac down next to Shammi after eyeing the other mishap uncertainly for a moment. Yet, despite the fact that he had given in on allowing Bergerac to play with Shammi, that certainly DIDN'T mean that Varlen wanted himself entangled with Erishi at all.
"I can handle my own chores," he responded rather icily, hefting his laundry and tossing it into the washer farthest from Erishi. "And I don't need your help..."
Bergerac merely stared after Varlen, confused by how he was acting. Her distraction was short-lived, however, since she soon remembered that the green mishap was right by her. She turned back, staring at Shammi, not quite sure what to do now...
Shammi, however, was not at all unsure on what to do. She reached out and grabbed a handfull of the girl's hair, but not pulling it. She leaned closer, inspecting it, then let go. "Flurrvfy." She said, trying to say one of Erishi's odd words. "Ah laak." Shammi attempted, smiling the best she could.
"Awww, you're silly!" Erishi grinned, but she didn't try and touch him again. "If I help, you can get away from me quicker, and that'll make you happy, won't it?" A nearby dryer dinged, and Erishi removed her shirt, which was covered in holes. She frowned. "Hmm. Acid must have seeped through. Oh well." She tugged it back on with a shrug.
"I can handle myself," Varlen retorted shortly. He glanced briefly over at Erishi, mildly relieved that she had at lest put a shirt on. It was raggedy as all hell, but at least she had SOMETHING on. Still, he did his very best to ignore the woman and get his laundry done as fast as humanely possible. Then he and Bergerac could get away from her and he could lock himself safely back in his lab, AWAY from everyone...
Bergerac returned the smile, akwardly waving a hand at Shammi's eyes. "Wiggs!" She seemed to be fascinated on the fact that they moved on their own. She certainly couldn't make her eyes do that. How curious...
Once again, Erishi seemed oblivious to the fact that Varlen wasn't enthralled by her presence. She crawled up on a dryer and started to ramble. "I was playing with my new mechanical hand earlier, but it broke and got acidiy stuff all over it. I still haven't figured out how to run the hand with my own body's power, so I have to use a mini motor to make my fingers work. Acid got everywhere. It was neat." Kicking her feet slightly, she beamed at Varlen.
Both eyes focused on Bergerac and she cooed, clapping her hands. Shammi grinned toothlessly and reached over to prod Bergerac on the shouder and then on the cheek. "Adduotphizt!" She called, beaming.
"Mm-hmm," Varlen replied distractedly, pretending to be sorting through the laundry as an excuse so that he wouldn't have to pay attention to Erishi. If he could have his way he'd have... silenced her. Most likely a permanent silencing. However, this was hardly a time or place for such a thing. So he was going for the ignoring process.
"Nymphuuu?" Bergerac tilted her head, blank eyes questioning.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 11:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 1:40 am
-Story Time-
"Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant's garden..."
Now this was an interesting sight. Varlen, of all people, lounging in his chair with Bergerac on his lap and a book in hand. Oscar Wilde's Fairy Tales, to be exact. His door was locked and closed, and the drow had decided to spend the day with Bergerac, reading to her. The tall drow finally seemed to be taking a real notice of the child's love for books, and so had picked out an interesting-looking one from the collection he had begun for her.
Bergerac seemed to be thoroughly enjoying this. She sat happily on her Da's knee, Ed plushie held tightly in her hands. Her present from Aphrodite had fast become Bergerac's favorite toy, and she rarely had it out of reach. Her blank sky blue eyes were focused raptly on the book pages, listening to every word Varlen's quiet voice uttered.
"...Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble..."
"Fee-buhl?" Bergerac asked, tearing her eyes away from Varlen and looking up at him.
"Yeah. Feeble. It means you lose your strength and get tired easy." Varlen paused to explain Bergerac's questions. She was always questioning words, he found out. Anvion had told him it was a good mark of the girl's intelligence.
"Wanna keep reading?" Varlen asked, a small smile forming as he looked at Bergerac. She looked to be getting tired. Her eyes, although trying to keep wide and alert, were beginning to droop.
Bergerac made a small wail in response. "Eeed!"
"All right. Your call. Now let's see... Ah! Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. He could not play about any more, so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched the children..."
He continued to read, though as he read, Bergerac's eyes slowly closed and she fell asleep, her small figure pressed up against Varlen's body. He stopped reading, then, blinking down at her.
Slowly, a small half-smile grew uopn Varlen's face. "Huh. Well, maybe we'll finish when you wake up..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 5:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 5:23 am
-Is there a Dermatologist in the house?!-
"Bergerac! Stop-ow! Stop sruggling!" Varlen snapped unhappily as he attempted to bathe a struggling and screaming Bergerac. So far, though, all he had managed to do was get water on himself and pretty much anything in a ten-foot radius. Bergerac really WAS putting up one hell of a fuss, and Varlen was reaching the end of his patience with the infant.
How it had all began was really simple enough. A little while ago, Varlen noticed that Bergerac had begun scratching at her skin a lot. The first day or so he ignored it, thinking she just had recieved some sort of bug bite or something. However, it seemed to only get worse. bergerac got more irritable, more fussy, more... noisy. She was usually quiet, but as of late she had begun crying and fussing almost nonstop. And it was bothering Varlen. A lot. No, it wasn't just because she was wearing down on his nerves, but he was worried Bergerac was going to injure herself. Already red sore marks and faint scratches were visible on some of the places she tended to scratch at more.
The note he had recieved shortly after she began scratching did nothing to improve Varlen's mood, either. Like he hadn't noticed. The letter lay crumpled somewhere in the room, all but forgotten at this point. Varlen had been too busy trying to cure Bergerac's skin affliction himself. He knew very little in the way of spells that didn't hurt or kill people, so he had tried more practical measures. Aloe gel, moisturizer, pretty much anything he had found at the store meant to help irritated skin. None of it worked very well. He had even called Anvion over to help with her. Anvion had been a priestess once, and had been good with healing spells. Alas, even she didn't know what exactly was bothering Bergerac. She had cast a couple of different healing spells, but all had been to no avail. Now she was most likely at the library, trying to look up what the baby girl was going through, and Varlen was stuck here caring for her.
Baths had seemed to help somewhat, so she had gone from getting a bath every day or two to at least three a day. Well, until he could figure out how to stop her from getting at her skin.
Bergerac, meanwhile, was NOT happy. Her wailing and thrashing made it obvious. Her skin HURT and was ITCHY! Why didn't Da fix it? She wanted to feel better, not get another bath!
"EEEEEAAAAAA!" She shrieked, thrashing as wildly as she could against her father's surprisingly powerful grip. "NOOOO!"
His scowl deepening, Varlen finally sighed in defeat. All right. He'd go down to the infirmary to have her looked at. As much as he hated having to rely on others, he hated even more that Bergerac was so bothered. So now he just had to swallow his pride for a bit and take her to get looked at.
"Come on, Berg," he said, lifting the girl to dry her off and get her dressed. "Let's go get you looked at. We'll get you fixed up."
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 4:27 pm
-Is there a Dermatologist in the house?!- (part 2)
Ah, so he'd at last found the place. Honestly, this place was like a maze. Having a struggling and wailing baby with him did little to help matters, either. By now Varlen was quickly descending indo a rather foul mood. Now if he could just get Bergerac in here, healed, and out, he would be completely fine with that. SOMETHING to quiet her. She was wearing his nerves down to nothingness.
And wearing on Varlen's nerves Bergerac was. She was still wet, sore, and itchy. SHE DIDN'T LIKE IT! And she was screaming and causing a general fuss, trying to scrath at her irritated skin, only to shriek in anger when Varlen swatted her hands away. She hated this!
Jabir heard the baby screams comming from the hall. He was taking Maggie's place in the infirmary today, since she had to go restock her shop and wouldn't back until nightfall
He opened the door and saw Varden's struggle against a very fussy Bergerac
"Need assistance?", he said as his long neck appeared way before his body.
"If you would be so kind," Varlen responded almost automatically, barely giving the tall mishap a glance. He was becoming rather used to the strange assortment of beings here, and was rather glad someone was here to help with the uncontrollable Bergerac. "She seems to be having some sort of skin problem, and nothing I've done so far has helped..."
Oooh. Bergerac almost forgot her problems as she saw Jabir. He looked funny! She liked it. She gave Jabir an intensely interested look while stille trying to scrath at a spot on her leg. Her hand was naturally swatted away by Varlen, and she screeched up at him again in protest.
"So I can see. Please come in" Jabir moved out of the way of the entrance, but his head and neck still outside
"What have you tried?"
Varlen gave a small nod of thanks as he stepped inside, obsidian-hued hands still holding th squirming baby tightly. "I've done everything I can think of," he replied. "Healing spells, baths with hypo-allergenic soap, aloe, skin creme... most everything that's come to mind. Perhaps it's allergies of some sort?" he asked, frowning up at Jabir.
"Hmm... I'll need to have a closer look" He kneeled down and gently approached Bergerac
He placed both hands on her, one on the cheek and the other on the belly, and focused.
Bergerac's thrashings died down as Jabir placed his hands on her. The babe didn't know exactly what he was doing, but curiosity had caused her to go quiet and watch him. "Ee?" she asked curiously, looking between Jabir and Varlen for some explanation.
He didn't payed much attention to Bergerac's question, trying to figure out what was wrong hith her. It took some time until he finally opened his eyes again and removed his hands
"I think it's her aging skin. It's having trouble renovating itself when her organism tells it to act in the opposite way"
Varlen frowned, noddling slowly. "I see. So what should be done about it?"
He knew of these sorts of things that could come about with magic, of course, but had little actual knowledge of how to handle such situations. Evocation and necromancy were his specialties, not curing and healing.
Jabir sat back, pondering. He knew a couple of techniques, but it often involved some pain in the process. Bergerac was too young for that
"She must shed the dead skin that's for sure, but we must give her something to prevent future occurences... or at least make them more natural"
Varlen gave a contemplative frown, though he nodded in understanding as to what the Mishap had said. "Sounds... easy enough. What exactly would we have to do, though?"
Bergerac had gone quiet, listening in on the conversation. She wasn't quite sure what exactly was going on, but she was smart enough to piece together that they were speaking about her. Was it bad, though? She had a hard time knowing...
Jabir got up and made his way to the closet. He wasn't sure if Maggie had something for this particular case, but it was better to be sure
"I don't know about the skin shedding, the way I do this are too painful to use on anyone. Perhaps scratching it off or force it to shed all at once, like a snake skin"
"But I think Maggie has something for the future occurences, a lotion of sorts. If I just could find it... it has to be here somewhere"
Varlen followed Jabir, keeping a respectable distance from the Mishap. "All right. But what of her skin now? The way things are currently going is causing her pain and me a headache. I don't have any magic of that sort in my lab..."
"As I said, I'm no much of a help there. And personaly I'm out of ideas"
He finally found the lotion, partially hidden by other bottles
"But once you figure it out just use this after bathing. Sorry if I can't help you more"
Varlen gave a slow nod, taking the bottle and slipping it into a pocket. "I see. Thank you for all the help, nonetheless. I think I may have an idea of what to do from here..."
And with that he gave a small half-smile of thanks and swept from the room, Bergerac peering over his shoulder to give Jabir a wide baby-grin as they left.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 1:10 pm
A visit from Aphrodite
A low buzzing echoed quietly throughout the empty halls of the headqaurters as Aphrodite flew about looking for the room marked as Bergerac's. The small wasp-mishap flew with a large folded piece of paper flew after her as it was tugged on by a piece of string. Finally finding her goal, she tied the note to the door knob before quickly buzzing away... especially since she was supposed to be doing her homework at the time.
Aphrodite Dear Bergerac!
I miss you my friend, and so does Al! I hope Ed's behaving he can have such a temper. ^.^ Don't call him little or he'll fly off the wall. Hehe.
I was hoping we could see each other again, I liked playing with you. If that' ok with Varlen.
- Aphrodite
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 5:25 pm
-Is there a Dermatologist in the house?!- (part 3)
It had been hours since Varlen had visited Jabir, and even though he had spent almost all his time since then seeking out a suitable spell to induce the shedding effect, though the tall drow had yet to find anything suitable. He had found spells that had something to DO with shedding, but they were either designed to inflict pain upon the user or transform them into a snake. Not what he was looking for at all.
With a sigh, he snapped the spellbook he had been reading closed, carelessly sliding it to the far side of his desk to rest with the slowly growing piles of spellbooks he had already leafed through. Nothing. Nothing nothing nothing! Such an arduous task.
At least he didn't have to deal with both browsing through the small cramped text of decaying spellbooks AND deal with Bergerac at the same time. She was asleep for now, quietly dozing and holding onto her Ed plushie on an ornate gold-and-velvet chair that seemed as if it should belong in some royal throne room rather than a mage's workplace. She lay peacefully, sometimes making a small incoherent noise as she turned in her sleep, but was generally quiet.
Casting a rare glance in the infant's direction to make sure she still lay asleep, Varlen turned the pages of his current spellbook he was skimming through. Again, nothing.
Varlen let out a disgusted sigh, tossing the book away from him. That did it. Nothing he had in his library of magical lore had anything worth helping Bergerac out. And Varlen certainly didn't have the time to hunt down an appropriate spell, book by book. Taht meant only one real option was left- he'd have to just invent something of his own.
It sounded difficult, of course. After all, magic could indeed be a tricky thing to toy with carelessly. But Varlen was far from the type who would play with it without first planning things out. No matter. He was already developing a plan...
Hours passed. It was nearly midnight when Varlen had deemed his work finished. His workspace, usually kept spartanly clean, was now a wild mess of spell components, bits of flaked off skin, and a variety of... less pleasant things, namely mangled imp corpses. He had used imps as the test subjects for his spell for Bergerac, being how they were easy to summon and control. Some of the early spells had resulted in rather grim failures, though Varlen honestly give a damn about the several imps he had killed in his experimentations. After all... they were just imps. Their lives meant nothing to him.
However, his last few spells had been, simply put, a success. The three imps Varlen had experimented upon sat dazedly on his work table, their skin laying around them like eerie transluscent shrouds. Their skin had shed off, only to reveal new, clean (though admittedly a little raw and sore) skin beneath it. Excellent. Unless Bergerac had some inherent natural resistance to magic, she should be fine afterwards. A little cranky, perhaps, but unharmed.
Dismissing the imps to their home plane of existence with a slow wave of his hand, Varlen glanced over his shoulder to look at Bergerac and sigh quietly. "Well," he murmured, mostly to himself. "Let's get this over with, shall we...?"
Bergerac was awakened as she felt Varlen pick her up. Blearily, the mishap blinked up at him, pulling lightly on a lock of his long silvery hair. "Da?" She knew something was up. What, though? She only grew more suspicious of her father's actions when he placed her on the table, taking Ed out of her arms and setting the plushie just out of her reach. She let out a small whine at this and tried to crawl and get him, but Varlen placed a firm hand on her shoulder, making the girl stay in her spot.
"Bergerac, no..." Varlen sighed, weariness tinging his smooth quiet voice. "Just sit still for a bit. I'm going to make you feel better. Be a good girl, okay? You can have Ed back in a minute."
Giving the girl a quick affectionate ruffle f her curly white hair, Varlen began going through the incantation and rituals most often associated with magic-casting. There were a few spells he could cast without use of words and/or material componets, but this, being a new spell, was something he wouldn't even consider committing to memory. All he had done in the ways of recording was jot down the steps for future refrence. A future refrence he would hopefully never have to come across.
"En Sabah Nur..." he chanted quietly, his hands making mysterious arcane motions as he focued and concentrated on the spell. "... En Sabh Nur peto dir les..."
Bergerac sat where she was, blue eyes watching Varlen in avid interest. What was he doing? She'd never seen him do anythign like this before. Was he...
Her curiosity as to what Varlen was doing was cut short as a weird...prickly sensation becan crawling up her. She let out a small cry of dismay, wiping furiously at the weird parts of her skin. Ow! It felt worse than before! However, as she wiped and clawed at herself, she was amazed to see the skin come OFF. And while the parts where the skin came off were sore, she didn't itch!
She let out a squeak of both irritation and amazement, holding up her arms to show Varlen. "Da!" She cried. "Da! No eetch-y! No!"
Well. She wasn't exactly pleased with the sore spots they left, but the itching was gone! At last! And so far, all the bumps and little sores she had come across had eventually gone away. It only made sense that this would, too... right?
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 10:35 pm
-Is there a Dermatologist in the house?!- (part 4)
Well, today had certainly been... interesting, Varlen mused as he bent over to inspect Bergerac after the spell had been completed. From what he could see, the spell had functioned correctly. Bergerac's skin was peeling away at a rate many would find alarming, but it as how the spell was to work. Soon all of Bergerac's skin would have peeled off, to be replaced by a new, fresh layer.
"I see that," he said quietly as Bergerac held her arms up to show him. "That's good, Bergerac. Now the itching will stop." He gave a small airy wave of his hand. "You'll be a bit sore, but you'll feel better after."
He gently scooped up Bergerac and her Ed plushie, ignoring the whimper she gave as the fabric of his clothing scraped against the exposed raw bits of skin and brushed away at some of the peeling skin. Yes, it was a little painful, but it was the best he could do.
"Shush, Bergerac," he said quietly, rocking her in an unusually affectionate manner as he stepped through the tapestry portal that led to her room. "Don't cry. You can get a bath, and then I'll read to you..."
Bergerac sniffed, trying not to cry as Da's shirt rubbed painfully against her. And Ed. Even holding Ed tight hurt a bit. nonetheless, she buried her face in Varlen's shoulder. She wasn't quite sure what he was talking about, but she knew enouh to get a general gist of it. Bath. baths were good. And him reading. She liked to sit on his lap as he read. Then maybe she wouldn't be sore. After all, the baths had helped a little bit with the itchiness before.
As promised, Varlen bathed Bergerac, scrubbing away at all the remaining flakes and bits of skin. He tried to be as gentle as he could, but sometiems a stubbron bit of skin or particularly raw spot would cause Bergerac to give a small cry or whimper as he worked.
Once he was done, Varlen paused. he was forgetting something... Ah! The lotion Jabir had given him. Pulling the bottle from his pocket, he carefully applied it to Bergerac, making sure to cover her in it as best he could. There. Now she was set. Her crying had died down, and she seemed to be just about in her normal calm state again. THAT was certainly a welcome respite from before.
Now she was to be dressed and, if she was still awake enough, read to. Perhaps Phantom of the Opera for today. Bergerac liked that book, and was particularly fond of echoting back unfamiliar words in her attempts to pronounce them. Yes. That seemed like a good plan...
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 9:08 am
As Bergerac slept strange changes started to occur. She didn't noticed, but a wave of powerful, yet unnoticed energy went through her whole body the soreness completely faded. It felt refreshing even during her sleep
When she woke Bergerac felt completely different. Not only the skin didn't hurt her more in contact with her pijamas, but she felt more... mobile
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 7:13 am
-reserved for Bergerac's growth and Varlen's reaction-
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 11:58 am
-reserved for meeting Retta-
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