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 Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 7:11 pm
Kandajha stared wide-eyed at his mentor, taking in everything the black-haired boy had to say. He squealed happily as the boy called himself 'Weed' (Andy didn't understand Mos was talking about him), and attempted to mimick the older, much more wiser Seaweed as best as he could. "Haamel Bee-er-no-bee queeton!" He clapped his hands together, then stared at the boy as he mentioned a new name. Mos? Andy hadn't been paying attention when the boy first said his name, so by process of elimination, he had to be Mos! "Heyaay Haamel! 'Weed Haamel, Mos Haamel!" Andy pointed at Mos when he said 'Weed', and then pointed at himself when he said 'Mos'. It made sense! The boy was Seaweed, and he was Mos!
Tyr heard everything Pave had said, but only one part of her speech actually stuck with him...and he looked instantly hopeful. "You want more kids? Wanna take in Serkanda?" He gestured to the twins, his cobalt eyes bright with hope. Maybe this was his ticket to be free of them!
Serkan stared at the two boys as they read from a tattered page, and she repeated the words silently to herself (though they sounded more like how Andy was saying them), wondering if they were some form of magic voodoo. However, the girl figured that since it sounded stupid, it had to be stupid, and therefore worthless. With an aggrivated huff for wasting her soft breath, she turned her attention to the adults. The snivelling male unit was trying to give them away! She didn't like Tyr as it was, but she certainly didn't want to stay anywhere near the boy who made her twin squeal and shriek. So really, Tyr was the lesser of two evils. Hissing angrilly, she smacked his cheek again, knowing full well he hadn't the gloves to stop her.
Tyr flinched, gritting his teeth before sighing. "Nevermind, Serkan made her point clear..." Well, at least she didn't bite him.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 7:18 pm
Mos nodded. "Weed and Mos Hamlet." He patted Weed on the back, not even noticing the gestures that the little boy made. If someone wanted to recite Shakespeare with him, he didn't really care what they were called. Mos pointed to the next line of poetry. "Tis noble in the mind to suffer slings and arrows, or take arms," Mos flapped his arms helpfully, "against sea of troubles, and by...ohpohzing...end 'em." Mos grinned proudly. He and Weed could read Hamlet all day!
Pave laughed again. "Are you naturally funny? I wish I was." Her laughter subsided into giggles and and shook her head gently. "Ah, do you mind if I smoke?" She asked, glancing at the boys on the ground and the girl on Tyr's shoulder.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 7:29 pm
Again, the infant boy stared, and again he tried to repeat what the other was saying. "Noodle mine sthings an' rows...no seeing truubles an' gone!" He shrieked 'gone' in glee, once more clapping his hands together.
Serkan seemed to perk up at the mention of 'suffer'. She wasn't listening to what came before that, but the word Suffer always had good things attached to it! Suffering things with slings, arrows or arms? She wondered if someone could beat someone else to a pulp by wielding a severed arm...but if that piece of paper said it were possible... Serkan's pale lips twitched into what might have been a sadistic grin. "Suffer slin's an' ah-rows..." A noise then emitted from her throat, a raspy exhale and inhale of breath that might or might not have been a laugh.
Tyr shuddered at the sound of Serkan's raspy giggle, and to top off that horrid sound, the woman thought he was joking! Groaning in distress at his misfortune, he slapped his hand against his forehead, a motion followed slowly by Serkkan slapping his face again. Hey, if Tyr could hit himself, she could hit him too! "God damnit, Serkan! Knock that off." He growled at her, suddenly not in the mood for her antics. "I don't care if you smoke...hell, it might let me die faster." He groaned out, running his fingers through his hair in distress.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 8:12 pm
Grinning, Mos wrapped an arm around Weed again and pulled him into a one-armed hug. Then he heard Serkan's rasping. His face paled a little. "Scary." He nodded in Serkan's direction. "Weed sister scary." He informed the blond boy next to him.
Pave cringed at Serkan's laughter. Quickly pulling out and lighting a cigarette, she breathed deeply and took a long, calming drag from the cigarette. Her hand shook ever so slightly when she told Tyr, "Your daughter is, well, rather frightening." She smiled sympathetically.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 8:31 pm
(( Pretend I'm Tyr! n.n ))
Like it was at the Halloween party, it seemed Serkan's grotesque form didn't really register with Andy. For some reason, he was comfortable with the way she looked and acted, though he may not always agree with the latter. Whats this? the boy was trying to give the nickname back? ...Well okay. Maybe he was jealous over the name, and maybe he wanted the name 'Mos' instead! And wouldn't you know Andy was nice enough to give the name Mos to the boy. "Erka meen...vurrie meen." He admitted sadly, clinging onto Mos and snuggling contentedly into the boy.
Serkan, no longer amused at the suffering comment, glowered at the three boys (Tyr included), and then 'stared' at Mos by facing him, not once blinking once she turned her head towards him. She didn't smile at the scary comment, but she had to admit this boy, as often as he made the blondie shriek, knew his place. She shifted a bit against Tyr's back, and once she was settled again, she went right back to staring unblinkingly at Mos.
"Frightening is an understatement." Tyr sighed out, flinching softly at Serkan's small claws light grazed his skin through his shirt as she shifted on him, looking relieved when she stopped moving. "Its a bloody nightmare, no pun intended...oh and don't worry about her 'laugh', she hardly ever does that, thank god."
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 9:17 pm
Mos closed his eyes quickly. He did not want to be faced with the ever-bloody girl. She frightened him so much, he though he would be sick. When he opened his eyes again, she was still looking at him. Somehow, he couldn't hardly speak around this girl. He opened his mouth, whispered a little, and tried to find his voice. When it finally came to him, it was not very strong. "Sxi timigi mi." Nor, apparently, was his voice in English. He turned away from the girl and looked at Weed.
Pave nodded. "It must be terrible to live with her." She averted her eyes from Serkan's bloody face. "Does she always sit on your shoulder?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 7:56 pm
Serkan and Andy both leaned their heads to the side as Mos spoke something that was nowhere near english; however, Andy's head tilt was a lot more noticable than Serkan's, as she made a point of not being really dramatic with her motions, unless she felt like it. The girl went back to staring at Mos, noting with a hint of joy that he actually shut up when she stared at him...well that and if Mos didn't read from that paper, Andy was less likely to shriek.
Andy reached out and pat Mos' face with his chubby hand, since that was the closest thing to him. His face pat was completely reassuring, as if he understood Mos was scared of Serkan (or at least disgusted). "No lish?" He poked at the boy's lips, wondering what was different about them that made Mos speak something else, and not english.
"I don't want either of them. Andy's not bad, but I don't want any kids at all...and here I am stuck with a joined nightmare and a five year old." Tyr grumbled through clenched teeth, then glanced at the now completely silent, and for the most part unmoving (her body wasn't moving, but her blood and hair were), Serkan. Quickly, his gaze was back on Pave. "No, not always. She refuses to be held, so she hangs onto my shoulder and kind of...dangles there low enough to just look over, as you can see. Usually she and Andy are on the floor...err...hovering over the floor, anyway."
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 8:06 pm
Mos looked at Weed, almost curiously. "Lish?" Mos did not know what "Lish" was. "Mi paroli Esperanto. Povi vi Esperanto?" Mos pointed to the blond boy's mouth as he said this. Perhaps this would make the child understand.
Pave made a face. "Hovering. That always sort of...freaked me out." She noticed Mos speaking Esperanto and rolled her eyes. "Where the hell is your crystal?" She asked him. Mos didn't answer, he was enthralled with Andy. "Dammit, Mos!" She sighed frustratedly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 8:58 pm
"...Buh..?" He stated flatly. Instead of understanding, Andy stared doe-eyed at Mos. Then, after a few minutes of blank staring, the golden twin looked around as if wondering if the real Mos were hiding somewhere, and put this strange-speaking Mos in his place to trick him. Serkan was pointedly ignoring everyone at this point, her head turned upwards towards the ceiling...and just...staring.
Tyr gave Mos a strange look. "He already knows two languages? Smart kid.." He had no idea English was a second language for the boy. "Crystal?" He asked curiously.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 9:12 pm
Mos repeated his sentence. "Esperanto!" He added. Holding out his hands, he shrugged and pointed, first to his own mouth, then to Weed's. "Esperanto." He nodded decisively.
Pave nodded. "I think it's from his past life. He used to speak some weird Mayan or whatever, and that leads to the fact that he speaks better Esperanto than English." She looked down at Mos. "Kie estas via kristalo?" Mos was ignoring her. "Oh, crystal, Mya gave it to him so that Dante could understand him. It's rather nice, and pretty shiny, but he's forgotten it, I think. He should carry it around with him." Pave pursed her lips in a motherly "I'm annoyed that you forgot something" way.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 9:29 pm
"Eeesperehnto...?" Andy slowly replied, still staring doe eyed at the boy. Either this...Eesperehnto was how he talked, or it meant lips...he still wasn't too sure of that, but he had no idea how to ask. Still, it was kind of aggrivating trying to figure it out, so he pressed both of his chubby hands against Mos' chest and waiting, hoping that the coldness that fearing Serkan gave off would wither away under the warmth generated from his own touch; after all, he had the ability to fix anything Serkan did, and his always warm expressions and heart warming touch were polar opposite to her cold looks and deathly cold touch. They were made to balance eachother, it seemed.
"Past life, huh? Well I believe ignorance is bliss, and I am NOT looking forward to learning how Serkan and Kandajha are they way they are, and why they're connected. I'm really hoping I die or go back to my real home before that happens..." And Tyr was telling the truth when he stated this. Talking about the crystal, the teen looked down at the boy who was currently confusing the gold wonder on his lap. "But he was speaking English a moment ago, wasn't he? Until Ms. Deadface stared at him?
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 9:34 pm
Mos looked down at the little hands against his chest. This boy was certainly strange, what did he want? Shrugging again, Mos wrapped his arms around the boy's shoulders and gave him a hug. "Varma." Mos concluded.
Pave looked at Mos. "Lots of things could make him revert to Esperanto. I think it was Serkan scaring him that did it." She smiled serenly at Mos, as if she knew everything. "But you don't want to know how Serkan and Kanda--Kanajh...Andy were joined? I think it would be interesting."
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 8:39 pm
Kandajha was absolutely thrilled by the fact Mos hugged him. Maybe Serkan didn't hurt his voice box, and thats the reason the kid didn't go back to understandable words once Andy touched him...which was good, since at least his twin didn't actually hurt Mos like she had hurt Tyr. "Carmeh 'ug!" He squeaked in reply, hugging his friend as best as he could. Serkan, however, remained with her head tilted up towards the ceiling.
Tyr nodded. "Makes sense. I passed out when I first saw her..." He admitted. Then, at the next question, he shook his head firmly. "He--er. Heck no! I don't even want them. I don't care how they got that way, I just want them to go back to whereever they came from." Obviously, words spoken by a man who wasn't yet ready for children. Especially children such as these twins.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 8:51 pm
Mos cleared his throat and spoke again. "Hug." He grinned. It would seem that he was back to English. "Weed Hamlet again?" He lifted the crinkled soliloquy and recited more. "Be or not? Weed be or not!" He patted the boy on the head.
Pave made a noise halfway between a laugh and a covering cough. It sounded something like "snirk". "You passed out? I didn't know guys did that." She allowed herself a moment to laugh, then went on. "I would be interested in what they did, especially to get joined like that." She shrugged.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 4:41 pm
Kandajha squealed once Mos started to make sense again, his chubby hands clapping together to prove just how happy he was about this change here. Excitedly, be put his hands on Tyr's lap so he could lean forward, trying to look at the paper that Mos was holding...He could read too, honest! ...Its jsut that this paper was full of squiggly lines that made no sense is all. "Haaamel!" He chose with a giggle, pointing at himself. "Andee Haamel!"
"...Not a good idea, squirt." The teen patted the golden haired one with a small laugh. "You don't want to be Hamlet, trust me." All Andy could do was give him a wide-eyed stare.
Turning back to Pave, Tyr frowned and looked to the side. "Well pardon me for not living up to the stereotype." He huffed, then shook his head. "Ignorance is bliss, and it must have been bad to get them to fuse like that." He reasoned, his lips still drawn into a frown.
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