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 Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 1:40 am
_____~ Running into each other are we? ___ Misha & EllandraRP Reflection & AftermathWell this didn't end well...
I'm sure it could have been worse, all things considered, but how's that supposed to make me feel better? Longway was furious, I must've worried her a whole lot tonight. I finished my job late, and I left her all night without even thinking fo trying to use one of those public phone-things to tell her I was okay. She must've thought I'd been ran over by a car or something, or worse, taken by someone who... hates me.
On one hand I feel really sorry about what I did, but on the other I.. I just can't be sad! I made a friend! At least, she's a friendto me... How can I be a friend to HER if she doesn't even know... Maybe she'll come one day, to say hi? If she gets in trouble she better come and ask me for help, how am I supposed to look after her when I don't know how she's doing? D:
I wonder if Longway's right, that I'm just being stupid. Humans can take care of themselves, we're just here to.. make things easier for them.
Wait.
I WANT to make things easier for her, she needs help, she needs a friend! There HAS to be someone who would like her, talk to her, be nice to her...? Understand how she feels, why she's so scared?
Yes. There is one, I remember.
I'll find him.
For Ella heart
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 8:02 am
Hi...
Been a while since we lasted talked, Me. Hello again.
A lot has happened, a whole messy lot, some fun things as well. I'm sure you know what I mean, Me. Everyone who came to pick up their Spark, whether I was there or not, and that mister Grady person of course. And Ellandra, and that dog, and everything else.
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Was I ever scared when he left, and boy, I sure got a talking to later. I guess we deserved it, me and miss Longway. How COULD I have been so careless, what if my sibling'd bonded with a totally scary, mean guy? I felt like running into a closed door ten times, so I'd never, ever forget that lesson. Master DeLonghy's lecture hurt more than that though, but I'm sure I won't ever make such a mistake again now. I'd really hate to be responsible for one of my brothers or sisters having a terrible owner.
At least that seemed to have turned out alright... I'm a little ashamed I was too afraid to come with the master, but I was SO relieved when he told me about the Spark, Ziazan! It had already emerged and seemed to be really happy with mister Fao. Now I feel realy bad about having been so rude to him. I'll definitely apologise to him if we meet again, and I want to so much...
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Yeah, about meeting people and seeing others again...
After... that thingie, Ellandra was really mad at me. I... don't know how I could've been so stupid. Maybe Longway's right when she tells me I'm only good for my Purpose. I haven't done anything right beside it ever. Apart maybe my magic study, at least it keeps me distracted from everything else...
She told me that those books I read were trash. Trashy novels, she said. I don't know why stories that make me happy are considered unworthy, but alright, then. So I read other things now. About ... typography. It's confusing and boring, about computer programs I never even saw. Ad newspapers, that's a little cool, but apart from learning what 'font' means... I gave up on that.
Now I'm reading something called 'thillers'. Longway said they're relaxing to read as well, and they make you smarter than silly romance trash.
... They scare me. I decided I don't like thrillers. Why would people do such horrible things? I money that important? Revenge? How could anyone threaten innocent people with... bombs, and kidnapping? D8> If... if that's what humans can do, I'm... not sure I want to be human. I don't want to be able to do such things. It makes me feel all twisted up inside, like when Longway is chiding me. Maybe I should ask someone about why people say thrillers are better than romance. Maybe they're more real...?
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I don't know anymore. Not about books, newspapers or people. I haven't been able to see Ellandra again, even if Banning had me deliver a letter to her a while ago, so she could go see... Lauss. Brother-mine Lauss, his name sounds so secure-soothing. I really wished I could meet him, but I'm always, always busy. And when I'm not, I'm just too tired. Anyway, I couldn't stay around to maybe talk to Ellandra because miss longway gave me a really urgent assignment right after, it couldn't wait. I think she does it on purpose, just to mess with m-... No. I shouldn't think such things. She just gives me work to do, and I love my job. I love running, navigting, being on time.
But do I love that, and being obedient more than... talking to people, meeting them? The last new person I encountered made me nervous. He had a strange scent, and his canine frightened me. Would other people be like that? And like... mister Chevalier? I don't know, I don't know...
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All that I AM sure of is that I won't let anyone, no one, ever hurt my siblings. I'm their big brother after all. So far I only met Aria, but if she's anything like I was she might not even really remember me once she grows up. The others I am told are okay, my Essence is reaching out to them everyday. What if they need help, what if they're sad, and just as confused as I am? I can only ignore those worries and live for myself right now, I know... but that doesn't stop me from wanting to be there for them. I'm sure I'll see them someday, and I look forward to that day more then I can say.
I'll be their big brother, always.
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... Oh bugger. Timk-... Miss Longway's calling me again, been in the shower for too long. Well, that'll teach me to take shortcuts through sandy parks in a rainstorm, mud is SO hard to get out of my hair. I nearly slipped right into that tree, didn't know up from down anymore, hah.
Where's that towel now,... oh, there we go. being wet is no fun, Me, but you knew that, right? ^_^
"I'm coming, miss!"
No no, there's plenty hot water left.
I hope.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 11:16 am
[reserved for RP reflection]
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 11:17 am
...... Longway's apartment ~late eveningSigh.
Another late day at work, another drab evening, another rained-down return 'home'. Such was Vargash life, and Timka'd long given up complaining about it.
Food: in stock.
Bills: payed -thankyouverymuch Boss, I'm finally saving up again.
Bed: ready for slumping in once dressed for the night.
Misha: … better be home dagnabbit, if he was late again she'd leave him outside in the street, seriously.
Keys jammed into the door, turned, removed with the common jingle of the attached nonsensicalities, and then the final thud of the door slamming close announced her entrance. Hmm, oddly warm in the hall, sort of damp.
“Misha!' Honestly now, how many more times are you going to pull that one on me? Clearly he'd taken the liberty of taking a shower. So far so good, she wouldn't have him smelling of whatever a dirty bunny smelled of. The problem lay in the fact he got so carried away -those darn fuzzy ears needed so much care- that more than once he'd ended up using up more than his share of the hot water. If the heat had escaped into the hall already, he probably had 'one of those' moments again. Lost all track of time, stupid rabbit. WHEN would he learn...
Odd, for once she wasn't met with his flighty erratic excuses nor with any form of greeting beyond... oh dear, what'd he gotten into his head this time? Up went her eyebrow when she was met with a rather sorry sight acknowledging her arrival. You'd think by now he knew how to at least properly dry himself off, his hair and fur was standing every which way, only narrowly not drip-drip-dripping. At least he'd gotten dressed, but even that he seemed to have blacked out on how to manage properly. No crazies like shirt-on-backwards, but by the gods, he did look particularly messy, even in his pj's, like he hadn't bothered to smooth it out after wriggling in. She figured only his tail was keeping up his pants now.
”I'm sorry...”
A soft, pleading whine for forgiveness. Mother Iris, how could anything look so pathetic, he wasn't a five-year old child...
Oh, correction, he was even younger. At least he knew she was not at all pleased over his hot-water-mooching practice, but mother of all, look after yourself will you. What HAD gotten into him this time? It better not have been something silly again, like that Ellandra who always had his head in the clouds, or dogs or god forbid, scary-looking buildings. Already Longway was rolling her eyes at him, and she only distantly registered him wince, look away but not, cowering under her disapproval but unable to brutally ignore his owner.
“What's it this time... better tell me before I head to bed, if you think it's important enough to bother me.” the Ruska grumbled, tossing her rainsplattered backpack in the alcove, shrugged off her jacket and hung it to dry. “It's always something with you.”
Having set her mind on letting him fret this out -she really wasn't in the mood for lectures-, she brusquely moved past him, into her living room. As usual, he shied away from her, to not be in her way. She hated how he did that, heavens above, she wasn't some sort of noxious dragonder... Bah, at least he did avoid bashing into her in the narrow hallway, shameful fraidy-cat look or not.
She'd been about to turn into the kitchenette to make herself some tea, when an unexpected sound had her halt and look back.
Bonk.
“What the...” Crap, that can't be right. Neither people nor bunnies just let themselves slide to the floor for no reason, yet Misha'd done just that. He sure seemed to be struggling to get back up, his breath coming in panicky, shallow gasps, as if he'd just been caught doing something very, very bad and had to fix it before anyone found out.
“Miiiish... what's this all about now?” Sounding definitely weirded out, uncomfortable, the woman returned to him, knelt down and frowned worriedly when the Essentic shied away and froze. Almost inaudibly, he'd begun stammering incoherent apologies again, and in a fit of irritation over that, Longway bluntly laid a hand over his mouth. His eyes widened, but he made no sound. Just trembled, shook with something restrained inside. He looked at her with such shame, such deep non-understanding of what she was doing, fear even, that she averted her eyes, and he did the same when his master did, closing his own in torment.
From up close, so close to him, Timka began to see. A discoloured bruise near his eye- how had she missed it in the unhealthy pallor that had come over him?-, signs of roughly-handled fur on his wet ears, those tense shudders he was unable to hold back...
“... oweia.” She almost turned around to go bash her face into something hard, a table maybe, or a cupboard. YOU RAGING FOOL.
Unaware of that surge in frustration with him, Misha looked up at her again with those wide, afraid-tired eyes, so unsure of what she meant, what she wanted him to do now. Obviously he hadn't been able to 'fix' himself, and no doubt he'd tried. Growl-worthy attitude, gah. Idiot. WHY did he keep doing things like this, getting himself all twisted up so she had to go and solve whatever huge problem he was facing? He could have just told her he'd hurt himself again, last time she hadn't chewed his ears off either, right?
Timka had no idea how angry she looked when she crudely grabbed a hold of his arm, dragged it over her shoulders and lifted him up. The Essentic could barely keep up with what she was doing, feeling sick and disoriented and tired, and he couldn't suppress a pained whimper when he was forced to stand, his right leg nearly giving away from the moment he put weight on it. Just in time, her other arm came around his back, supported him and made him lean into her with a no-nonsense nudge towards her. The pressure on his ribs wasn't anywhere near pleasant, but at least he didn't slip back to the floor like this. Somehow, moments or minutes later, he didn't quite know, they were by the couch, his couch. At her grumbled order to 'siddown', he did so without complaint, falling back against the cushions with a weak groan.
“How about you start talking, bunbuns. What happened?” Longway had sat down beside him, looking at him sternly. “... on second thought, disregard that. What's wrong?” Let's get you fixed, you big baby.
Misha looked at her, looked away again, turtled into his shirt, squirming about what to say to that. ”I... I-I... I got.. They... I...” The pain, the shame, that heart-deep uncertainty, it all came together, and made his eyes well up with tears. “I'm sorry miss Longway, I didn't mean to...”
“Will you SHUT up.” A most unamused frown, almost a pout. “I asked you what's wrong, where you're hurt man, not to go all sniffly on me, sheesh. Status report, come on, so I can patch you up.” Gah, is that so hard to answer to? Why are you making this so hard, you're only prolonging the pain kid. Don't do that now...
Misha jolted a little from the harsh words, winced when he felt the tears run freely over his cheeks, but held back a sob, got himself together. Straining to be as mature about this as Longway was -she always knew what to do, and he fumbled around like a world-class failure- he nodded, tried to even his voice. He did his best to explain, but ended up stuttering, had to choke his misery away at every turn, and he knew he was just straining her patience this way. When she lifted her hand, he ducked away from the come-to-your-senses blow that'd surely follow, but it never came.
Gently, Longway laid a hand on his shoulder, to try and calm him down. She didn't know why he was getting so worked up, she could only guess, and you could never tell with these creatures, but... hey, shush now. Easy there... Calm down already, everything's okay. Again, he twitched, and looked up at her with that unfathomably confused wide-eyed gaze. It took a while, but her touch eventually did get him to settle a little. The communication was mainly conducted via touch and gesture from then on.
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Somehow, the information that needed to be relayed came through in all silence, and Longway finally got an overview of his injuries. He sure had sustained quite some damage there, but nothing lasting, she figured. Mostly bumps and bruises, amongst which some quite nasty hits on his ribs and back. Painful, uncomfortable, touchy, but these guys healed fast and clean. Hopefully that'd go for his ankle, too, not that she doubted he'd be just fine in the long run.
She didn't even ask how he'd managed to break it, let alone how he'd managed to get home like that. The obvious answer to that one was rather cringe-worthy. Ye gods, how HAD he pulled that off? Not just getting home in his sorry state, but after finishing up his errand first, and then afterwards trying to clean himself up. He'd done quite a good job there, he did smell of vanilla now, even through the cold sweat.
It had taken her quite a while to patch him up as well as she could, but she thought she was about done now. Good thing she'd never shunned medical encyclopaedias nor practical courses. It was just as good that Misha turned out to have a more than decent tolerance for pain, because Timka wasn't at all sure she'd have been able to set his ankle properly if he'd been screaming. It was making her squeamish enough to work on a living being here already.
Oh well, the worst they'd gotten over with, and his foot was securely bandaged now, thick and tight enough to keep his injury from being aggravated too much.
Right now, he was laying on his stomach, half up on his side, his head on his owner's lap, staring ahead blankly. She'd told him to remove his shirt, and he'd done so numbly, letting her help him when some pulled muscles in his back protested. That's what she was 'fixing' now, her hands stroking his back and shoulders with good-painful pressure, gently massaging in some sort of salve. She'd said that'd help the pain and make him heal faster, and he believed her, trusted her. It wasn't so hard now to just be still. Arms tucked close to his chest, he was still trembling slightly, unable to let go of that tension that surged through his system every time his body gave yet another demanding jolt of pain. So tired...
Everything that was on his mind at this time -his siblings, his jobs, the stories he'd read, candy, the boss, the future and the past and the present- it was all wiped blank now. He'd given up on trying to speak, he didn't know what to say anyway. There was just himself, Timka, and that irredeemable electric fence between them.
And then she began petting his hair.
Instantly, that spark returned to his eyes, wide and now focused, on something happening deep within him. The bunny was acutely aware of himself suddenly, and not just the pain coursing up through his leg and the nagging discomfort from pretty much everywhere else. Cold... His ears were cold, he hadn't had the energy to dry them properly earlier, and now the remaining water was dripping into his neck in chilly rivulets, making his hair stand on end. Longway's fingers were weaving through his brush smoothly, and the touch was soothing, yet he couldn't relax. Her hands still had that herbal scent on them from the salve, he could smell it clearly.
And then suddenly, the tv was on. Timka must've given the remote a flick with her other hand, time for late-night news. She never watched that when he was here, because young bunnies had to be asleep at this ungodly hour, unless they were on a job. Midnight... so dark out there in the city, and the only light that was on in here was the one in the entrance hall. Things were all off, not like they were supposed to be... and now she was flicking through the channels idly, crawling him behind his ear softly. It felt so strange, nice but not and oh, why was everything so twisted up now, it was all his fault.
”I'm sorry... I'm...” so, so sorry for everything I did, and do, and don't do. I really am, and I wished I could do better.
Timka'd been absently zapping through the network when she felt the Essentic tense up even more, shivering like a leaf, and then he uttered those words again. For a moment, she was silent, just laid her hand flat on his head to quieten him.
”You did nothing wrong.”
Quieten him she did.
A moment longer did the tension last, a breath held, the words being processed. Then Misha resigned to her truth, letting out a long, shuddering sigh, and let go of it all. He knew nothing anymore, but if she said it was okay, then it was. He wouldn't argue when he knew he had no ground to stand on., didn't need to, because despite his inability to understand, he believed her.
I did nothing wrong... Of course she didn't mean that literally, but... she wasn't mad? Even if he'd made such a mess, when she'd had to spend so much time on him and be patient and nice and...
”Thank you, miss Longway...” the faintest of whispers, sounding like a wistful, watery smile. Indeed he did feel like crying, exhausted from all of it and full to the brim with conflicting emotions, all of them strong, but he was too empty, too tired to do so.
”It's nothing...” A soft response, not much louder than he'd spoken, and the petting resumed gently. Unbeknownst to Misha, his owner was closer to crying than laughing herself, for reasons she couldn't really grasp, and that irked her. Not enough for the irritation to shout over that mystifying sense of sadness though.
”And Mish... call me Timka, okay?”
A dull message it was, like an informal order, laced with something more though. The young Alter heard it, and nodded. One more mystery to add to the web of knots, to the tangle-tango his life was, but he didn't mind anymore. He leaned into the touch imperceptibly, shimmied around just slightly to snuggle closer to her, and closed his eyes to the world. Not long after, on the edge of sleep, he felt her reaching back over the couch edge, and drape his blanket over him. Unmoving, he breathed calmly under the weight of her arm on his shoulder, and dozed off at last, into a fitful but much-needed sleep.
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Eventually, Timka clicked off the tv, set the remote down, and leaned back into the couch. Misha was resting quietly now, his battered body on the verge of overheating, but the flat was cool enough at night not to worry. After making sure he was really out of it, she silently brushed her tears away with the back of her hand, then took one of his hands that had flopped over her lap loosely. When he grasped hers unconsciously, she only jolted slightly, and relaxed soon after. So warm...
I'm sorry too, silly thing, I am, for whatever I'm doing wrong. If she ever got her hands on who did this to him, no matter if they were legally allowed to, she'd pay them back. Nobody had the right to hurt him, her Essentic, Misha. Not like this. Nothing, nobody should be hurt like this, be in pain for no reason other than... than what, actually? He did have a point when he said he didn't understand violence. Now she wondered when exactly she'd become so jaded to it being a part of life. Blargh, she was being an idiot herself now. Stupid thing, making her go all mushy-philosophic in the dead of night, she surely wouldn't catch more than a few minutes of sleep today, if she was lucky.
Tomorrow, she'd call in sick. Oh, and give that Mei a call. She'd rather not end up overdosing her little bunbuns on pain meds, heh.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 7:03 am
*Camera's... how, how do those work again?*
A curious bunny.
~keeping up the silent vacuum~
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 4:28 am
_~Gotta snap'em all!~_ I finally did it! I managed to get Timka on a picture with me! The way her eyes have gone all catty sure is spooky sometimes o3o
Oh, and I'm actually quite a bit taller than her. ~
~I bent my knees a little
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 4:41 am
Longway reunions
The day had started out anything but special. The incident that happened earlier that week was long forgotten, she’d come back to work again dutifully the next day, Banning had been reconciled. Alright, alright, why did you make such a big fuss to begin with if all you wanted to hear was a ‘sure, okay, I’ll do better next time’? What am I, twelve?
Oh hell no, I’m a grown woman with her own priorities. How about you just have fun holing yourself up in your office and leave ME to live my life, EH?
Why yes, miss Longway was slightly grumpy, twirling the metal spoon in her lunchbreak-coffee with a miffed expression. As usual Misha was out there somewhere, making important deliveries and generally wearing himself out in his attempts to do the work of an entire postal office by himself. While he tended to distract her from her duties when he was around, at least he was someone she could talk to during the boring moments. Hell, she could enter database items with half a brain and one hand flicking through other folders by now. Someday she’d find she’d pull a kameleon and move her eyes independently, too, she was sure of it.
Sigh.
Sip.
Wonder how Elst is doing… Damn, that table surface looks promising, maybe I’d get myself to take a nap in public…
“Timmie?”
Wait, what? Lifting her head from the table with a mildly annoyed expression, miss Longway gave the cofeeshop’s interior a lookover. Who dared call her that? How about you come’an get summa that eh, punks. The sound of footsteps breaking through the crowd standing in line before the till made her turn all the way around on her seat, already getting ready to throw a hissy fit preemptively.
Moments later, her jaw fell, annoyance poofing into thin air.
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What had followed after that involved a quite ravishing display known as the haven’t-seen-you-in-ages syndrome, quite akin to the mating dance of the common Vargash coockoo, noteworthy for its lavish amounts of flapping and pitched noises. After the intital rush, the two females had settled down over an extra serving of latte –Timka paid-, and more civilised talk got a chance to sprout up.
All forgotten about the nuisance back in the office, at least for a moment, the sisters happily caught up.
So so, I hear, you finally made it to Vargash, too? What kept you so long, gosh, Kim, what happened to your wings, you’re usually so neat about them, heyyyy have you found a place to stay at yet? Y’know my apartment’s been somewhat neglected as of late how about you come and check it out later, daaaamn it’ll be so much funnn~
Talking about late. How about you come back to the office with me, I still have work to do –yes, my boss is a bit of a priss like that, such a meddling idiot- no I can’t take the day off, sorry, not now, but hey you can come check it out, no?
And so, Timka took her sister with her to Life Essentials. One Longway will find another, no matter how big a city or how vast a desert. Now all this would have been considerably less awkward if Kimberley would please for the love of the gods stop staring around like that. You really could tell she’d been around, and simultaneously knew so little about ‘the big city’.
“Didn’t think you’d be one to do adminstration in the chinese quarter. What the hell is it with this place?” Oh shut it woman, you have no idea… She made a point though, what with the cruddy esoteric restaurants around, and the suspicious-looking public invitations to what appeared to be a collective of karma-enhancing businesses. “’Life Essentials’? What do you even sell here, mineral oils or something?” “You’ll see… Come along then. Ah, you can drop down on the couch there, not like we have many customers actually stopping by…”
Fussing about, Timka lead her sister inside, tried to get her settled down without having her own nerves frizzle too visibly. Sure, she was very fond of her third big sister, but suddenly this entire deal, what she’d chosen to do with her life, Essential Biotics, even Elst, it all felt like it was going to be scrutinised to teeny tiny bits any second now. Doh, family. If there’s any group of people you don’t want to be judged by, it’s family. The worst part was that Kimberley could tell she was nervous way too easily, even if it had been several years. Timka carefully avoided answering to any of her shot-in-the-dark pries right away, mumbling something about finishing her work first like any decent employee would do, and suggesting she read the leaflets they had floundering around if she was that bored.
Ahum.
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“… you do what.”
An oddly dull question asked, sounding as if it was more of a rethoric statement than an actual demand for clarification. Kimberley hadn’t moved from the couch yet, flicking through the pamphlets a few times before deciding to speak up. Timka winced behind her stacks of paperwork. “You’re getting the right idea sis.”
“You’re insane you know that. The guy who runs this even more.”
“What’s it to you, it’s not as bad as you think it is.”
“You are SO in trouble.”
“Am not.”
“…”
“… you know, how about you wait for me to finish up, then I’ll take you to my place, we can go have dinner in all niceness, and then you can meet Misha before you go all lawful neutral on me.” Timka eventually quipped. Seriously now Kim, what do YOU think you even know about them. No more than I did, I suppose.
“This isn’t a game Tim. But FINE, I’ll let it slide for now. Wait, you own one of these things too now? That’s rich…. And awww, you named it after your first boy-crush, too.” How precious that was, honestly now. Cooing like a pidgeon, Kim flopped over the couch edge, finding it way too delightful to be able to tease her younger sibling like this again. Such fickle pride. “Don’t be grumpy now. I promise I’ll try not to be a pain in the a**, sis. Didn’t think I’d actually find you here… Now I wonder if Esther made it here yet, and Jan.”
“Haven’t heard of them in years… Wasn’t Janosh planning on heading even further South?”
“Hmm… maybe. He never was very clear on that…”
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Later that evening, Timka did as she’d promised, and took Kimberley to her apartment with her. She’d left behind a note on her desk for Misha, telling him to please stop by at the Gardens and telling Elst and Aoi she couldn’t make it today. That in turn earned her a crossfire of inquiries from her sister (Whooo is that? Oh come on, tell meeee), but when she again refused to answer until further notice, Kim eventually yielded.
“You’ve become so serious…”
Why yes, I’m well aware of that. Even with her flippant nature, the thought of someone intruding upon the life she’d built now made her skin crawl, even if it was a relative. Oh well, she’d apologise later for her tetchiness. Nothing was excused yet, and if Kim would choose to be a pain about Misha…
No, let’s not assume that up front, eh.
“Hmm, nice place you’ve got here.” “Too high up for my taste.” “I like it just fine.” “Head-in-the-clouds, you.” “Molepig.” “Screams-in-the-deep.” “******** you! I can’t help not being made for underground stuff.” xD
Daww, it’s good to see you again sis, despite my intentions to never look back.
Still, the atmosphere remained rather subzero for quite a while. Neither Longway felt too at ease like this, and conversation had chilled to a ‘where’s the bathroom’ ‘oh, right there’ level. Eventually they both ended up on Misha’s couch, eagerly awaiting the bunny’s arrival. Oh, the poor thing had no idea what he had coming there, he never even wondered why his owner would suddenly decide to spend the night in her ‘old place’ out of nowhere.
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Almost an hour the two of them spent sitting there like brass monkeys, fidgeting every once in a while but remaining silent otherwise. Timka kept glancing at the month-old newspaper flung on the coffee table itching to pick it up and read it, anything but this impasse, while Kimberley idly moved her fragile wings, pretending to be more worried about the tears in them than the fact she and her sister had managed to remaing deathly silent for a ridiculously long time now.
The situation sure was something strange… One of them was faced with a long-lost relative showing up out of thin air, and the urge to be hospitable to her was currently combatting the need to protect her privacy. War raged. The other was quite relieved to have found a familiar face in this foreign land, and this chance meeting would surely make it easier to get by here in Vargash… yet somehow, soemthing was off. Alright, so what, her younger sis had gotten involved with a major illegal activity, and as usual she didn’t seem to care even the slightest bit about the possible consequences. She’d watched her work, and Kim could see she took her job seriously. Nothing wrong with that, ne…? Besides, she had yet to meet this essentic Timka’s spoken of. Her pet, eh.
Oh lucky rabbit’s foot, Misha had the pleasure of walking in on that scene quite haplessly. With a squeak and a whimper, he nearly fled back out the door at the stares coming his way from the moment he entered, almost as if they’d been lying in wait like hungry predators. The heavy blue of Timka’s eyes piercing through him for whatever reason he was used to, but that pair of creamy ones, what where those doing here?
Odd grey hair with equally odd dark skin, as if she was a little ashen there, and then, oh look, he’d seen that in storybooks once, that kind of fluttery wings. Like Rhian’s but different. … and hooboy, that’s a pretty short skirt right there, lady-I-never-met-before.
Timka let out a slightly aggravated sigh when Misha ended up frozen in the hallway, staring at her sister and getting quite a shameful colour. Finding her activity-on switch back, quite grateful for the rabbit’s knack for annoying the bejeebies out of her, she sat up from the couch, tramped over to him, then manhandled him into the room. Shoveshove, don’t just stand there like an imbecile will you.
“Who’s this?” he peeped nervously, long ears low against his fluffytail.
“I’m Kimberley.” Allow me to stare at you rudely for a moment. Wow.
“She’s my sister Mish, one of them.”
“Oh.” Well that explained everything. That sentiment only lingered for a few seconds though, as a moment later he had his head tilted aside, looking at Timka, desperate for more elaboration pertaining this odd subject.
”… you know, he’s pretty cute.”
“What?”
“Excuse me?”
Glance. Glance.
”I said I think he’s pretty cute. Is he always that nervous?”
”Yup. I blame it on the bunny-ness.”
“Figures…. You really can tell eh?”
The next minutes were spent getting rid of all leftover tension, mainly by transferring it onto Misha. P-please stop looking at my b-butt, m-miss.. other Longway? Eek. Why did this always happen to him, Timka knew he didn’t like being gawked over like this… He only barely resisted the urge to just vanish from sight entirely. All the while he just endured the cosy-busy squabbling the two females had started to indulge in now, finally getting more of the picture. The way this new person, Timka’s sister eh, the way she talked about essentics made him want to look at her really, really grumpy-like. She knew nothing, nothing at all. Oh, he’d show her for sure. Maybe not now, but later.
Not too torturously long after this intrusive introduction, the conversation finally moved onto different topics, and Misha was glad to be able to leave his owner to it. Not feeling much like a late-night snack today, he took a turn into the master bedroom to go and at least catch a snooze while they talked. They’d stolen his couch, how mean.
Yeah, how about you get to be embarrassed for a change? Not that he really knew what Timka had to be shy about, Elst was a nice guy, wasn’t he? She’d never before been awkward talking about him, what was different now, he wondered. Of course the fact Kimberley took it all in stride with loose humour didn’t help much. Oh dear, what did you get yourself into there eh Timmie. Thought you’d end up with some rough teddybear buffoon someday, preferrably a hardrocker. But what, a living vegetable, for real? Oh, I HAVE to see this, he sounds rad.
Yeah. Sure, I’ll… take you to the nursery sometime. Like, tomorrow… Why not, come to think of it.
Yeah.
Let’s go there tomorrow.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 5:18 am
Me, Myself and I
_Parte I_
~Misha says hi~
I'm tired, like, really, really tired now.
So much has happened again, so much to take in and process I sometimes end up wondering if my growing up will ever end. I suppose not... 'Learning is forever', miss Longway says. I learn new things every day, even if I'm so busy just doing what I know best already.
She too experiences novelties still. She's so old compared to me, and still it's like she doesn't know a thing about the world. I once dared to tell her what I thought about that, and she didn't even deny it. She really doesn't.
Thinking back to how I was before, that should have scared me. For some reason it doesn't anymore. Drente is so vast, I could calculate exactly how much surface it has, how much open water, if I spent a few hours on it.
Weigh the median, observe the daily, maybe yearly changes of surfaces being ground down and reamassed what... what am I even saying here.
That mind of mine sure does things that it's not really supposed to do, but for me it works. It helps me in my duties, it enables me to be a good Messenger, but half of the time I barely even understant what it does. Miss Longway finds it incredibly funny that I'm still not very good at reading long texts and math. When we go shopping I keep messing up on how much change we should get, it's hard! But then it's apparently really amazing that I don't need a calculator to project flight distances and compare fifteen different routes in terms of efficiency and speed and normally distributed traffic congestion rates and-
Gah.
There I went again. I don't even know what congestion means.
I don't mind anymore. It's just who I am, it's my ability and mine alone. Nobody's business. I worked hard to learn the finesses of it, I do my best every single day. Learning is tough, but it pays off. Magic is exhausting to use, but it's been proven that it's worth the struggle. Without it, I still don't know how I'd ever have managed to get Ziazan out of that.. cave.
If only things were as simple as doing your job well.
Miss Kimberley lives in our 'old' flat now, she comes by to chat with miss Timka often during coffee breaks. I just make sure I'm doing a run then... Breaks used to be fun. I prefer the work over feeling left out by a lot, and I know very well that's silly.
Miss Kim keeps inviting me over, but I don't feel like letting her get to know me. The less people who know about us the better... who knows when the first one will gabble too loud. Banning spends about sixteen hours a week on damage control already, but I'm not telling that to my siblings. I'm glad they still dare to come out and live mostly free. It's the duke's job to guarantee their safety along with their owners. Families.
Families hm.
Can't live with them, can't live without them. To me it's certainly the latter.
Living at the Nursery has been an entirely new thing to me, and I enjoy every moment of it, despite the neverending chain of stress and tension and grief going around. Boy, Miss Timka sure picked out a weird one to bond with. I wonder if she'd wither if he died like I would if she went.
...not that I'd ever want that to happen, mother Iris, no, never. Idiotic thought.
They're getting married! Hee, is it mean of me to have a lot of fun watching miss timka squirm? She's so nervous... It's a lot worse than back at the Ball, and it was bad then. Timka and dresses aren't such good friends.
Aoi and Elst belong together so clearly it almost makes me envious, but it's not easy to forget that they also share each other's troubles, like me and Timka share lunch sometimes. It's a tough job to try and keep them happy and healthy, but that's something we both gladly do our best for. I love my bro, simple as that. i'd love to spare him all that sadness he goes through, but I suppose it's better that it all gets cleaned off now rather than never...? Oh I don't know anymore, I'll leave that up to mister Elst and miss Timka. I'm here to support Aoi.
Oh, and Vin.
Not that he ever needs me. All he seems to do is.. uh. Not make much trouble? At least I hope that the secret he's keeping there won't end up becoming a disaster for all of us. I almost feel bad for mister Banning. People must just love making messes, the way things keep getting tangled. Look deep enough and you can find a kink in any cable.
Won't stop me from trying to smoothen them out.
I once heard someone say happy people are boring. My opinion is that nobody is perfectly happy, not if they're human, or Essentic. Maybe cats can be truly happy. They sure loooove to tangle into my ears.
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It would be a lot easier if they were shorter. It hurts so much when they get damaged. Sheesh, the memory of that tear alone makes something inside me squiggle.
But hey, that's who I am, ne. Rabbit-boy. Bunnybuns. Tailtuft. -stop looking at me when I just showered I don't like being peeked at when I'm not wearing anything.
I'll never forget that day, that pen, those... squeak squeak powerful legs long ears wide eyes, kicking at me, just as panicked as I was. In hindsight it's laughable. That's my secret now, my little petty secret that I'm not telling anyone because really, who'd want to know what I'm ashamed of so much. If it'd been a house full of dogs maybe, but bunnies? Bunnies don't have much going for them, nothing impressive. They're stupid and weak, and tasty. They're good at running though, at fleeing. And people like them, they're soft and cuddly.
Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing after all.
Bunnies never helped me blend in though... No, that I have that boy to thank for. He looked so confident, even if he didn't look tough he knew what he was doing. It was hard for me not to notice him. That bag he carried made me feel wonder, envy, for the first time. How childish I was. 'I want that one too when I grow up!'
Honestly now, it's almost pathetically cute to think back to it... Miss Timka was all shocked when I made it back that day and loudly proclaimed that I had big news, that I would grow up and that I would have my own messenger bag to hold the world's secrets. My arms weren't even long enough to hold an apple back then! At least it gave me an incentive to grow up fast then, and indeed I did. No wonder it took me so long compared to Ziazan, Aoi, and the others. I was in no rush, everything was so big to me. I had no idea that there was so much more I could do. All I had done until then was dabble with invisibility-arts, because to be honest, a minty green squishy blob with long ears sooort of stands out, even when taking the sneaky approach. And I had to be out there, for my duty, my Purpose.
And then finally, I grew.
I remember I had this feeling something was chasing me, at night. Maybe Kyru, sharp, sharp teeth. He's not as vile as what I dreamt of then though.
All I wanted was to get away, to run, fly, ever faster, and my heart struggled to break free, to erupt from those restrictions, I needed to be taller, stronger, I could already feel it within me what it would be like to have solid legs to stand on, lungs to breathe with, long arms for leverage, height for overview.
I wanted to be in the world more, I wanted to live in it, amongst those like Timka. That thing chasing me had gone, I think. I paid it no further attention.
As with all dreams they tend to end on a bit of a minor note. I woke up on the floor, with a splitting headache, all undressed. Maybe I shouldn't have been sleeping on miss Timka's body, I'd already fallen off a few times. Luckily squishballs don't hurt themselves much.
I had no idea what was going on, I actually didn't dare move when Timka was suddenly staring down at me.
And I mean *right* down at me. At all of me, every.. last... bit of me. I wished I'd have learned how to go red in the face a little less abruptly. Thank the gods she had the mercy to throw me a blanket. I don't think she was ever quite ready for me making it to the next 'level'.
I didn't sleep a moment longer that night, nor the one after it. A whole new world had opened for me. And it was cold! I'd never been cold before. Strange how you suddenly realise there is such a thing as temperature drops at night. Brr. So much to think about, so little heat.
Things were as they were. Now I would have to learn how to cope, so that one day I could be an example to those following after me.
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All in all, I... I think I did quite alright. It hasn't been easy, but I never felt like giving up. Every day is a gift, and I strife to be worthy. What a big word to use. The joy I can feel, the friendship, the laughter and the tears, I'm happy with that. I found my place, and I've come to accept that nothing is ever certain, nothing is fixed.
Yes, I feel like I'm quite okay.
Remind me then, WHY is it that I'm up on this godforsaken mountain again?!
...Oh yeah, that mind of mine.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 6:02 am
Me, Myself and I
_Parte II_
~The Sun~
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