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 Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 1:40 pm
oo1:: When Chachi met Joanie. Dorian was bored. But that wasn't new, really. Claudia was rebooting back in her 'room' and he was up in the living room flicking through channels on the big screen tv without much enthusiasm to speak of. Why wasn't anything GOOD on? God forbid he be bored enough to look at porn just for the sake of looking at it since there was nothing else to do. That just took all the fun out of looking at porn in the first place. Which put him back at square one.
The soft humming, clicking, and electronic noises coming from the back rooms of the large apartment were almost hypnotic, and Dori found himself drifting off into a catnap. But lo and behold, the day seemed to want to keep him up and throw something new and interesting at him. The coconut sized rock on the table in the living room curiously began to glow. How odd was that? Yes, it usually had a soft firefly like glow about it, Dorian had noticed that, and he'd kept it out on the table constantly because he was growing quite fond of the idea of the rock becoming someone useful to his life. Perhaps a new friend to ease the worries and pains of his heart, even. Sitting up quickly, he leaned over to look at the now brightly glowing rock. Taking a single finger, he poked it, then smiled as it was warmer than usual, and started to stroke it with that one finger. Almost like petting a small, timid animal and trying to coax it out into the open to see you. Picking it up, he cradled it like many would cradle a baby, with a soft loving look in his eyes and a gentle hand to hold it.
In all reality, the crazy, over affectionate, hyperactive doctor was really cold inside. It was rare when something touched him like this and made him feel truly warm, truly as if the world was right in this moment and that none of his past crimes could touch him. And oh did those past crimes haunt him most days. But they were far from his mind right now as the rock glowed and hummed in anticipation for something it wasn't quite sure about, but somehow subconsciously knew it was a good thing, or at least a minor improvement.
"Come on little one, don't be shy now....I'm right here to welcome you into the big scary world when you wake up," he drawled softly, petting the rock affectionately as it's glow started to encompass the entire structure. It was glowing a very muted but complete green and you couldn't really see the rock structure underneath. It was like a big ball of glowing material, becoming more malleable to the touch every second. The glowing ball started to grow, larger than the original coconut size obviously, and formed a brilliantly glowing silhouette, almost a pale white-green that was so brilliant that Dorian had to shield his eyes for a moment. In that brief moment, the glow flashed once, filling the house with light and then dimmed to nothing. Blinking a few times in confusion and clearing his eyes, Dorian looked around with spots in his vision for a moment before settling on a medium-sized creature of very strange ilk indeed.
The little tyke reminded one of Egor from the movie Frankenstein, but with four strongly built arms, and no facial deformities. Hunched over as if he was a whipped puppy, the little proto looked around its new surroundings, not with disinterest but more with a lack of connection. As if not sure what everything was, or what it's purpose here was. But one could argue no one really knew their purpose in life really. Dorian would on a good day. His hair was green, and Dori wasn't sure if those were ears, or hair poking out of the top of his little hood, and he had the strangest little floating contraption in lieu of legs. It was like a grass skirt, only there were no legs underneath and it seemed to sway back and forth with no visible or actual wind to make it move that way. As he watched the little creature float around the table and inspect it, he sat on top of it, looking up at Dorian with interest.
"Is this 'this one's ' home? This one remembers being on the table for a long time......are you this one's master? If it pleases you, would you give this one a name and designation? This one would like to get to work." the little creature stated, his voice soft and steady, almost timid but with a deep inner clarity and strength hidden somewhere in that body that hadn't even figured out what inner strength was yet. Dorian sat in front of the little proto on the couch, and stared at him a moment in curiosity. At least it LOOKED like a him. Hadn't he been told they had no gender until they got older? Ah well. He'd make the proto a him even if it was supposed to be a she or an it. Patting the little one on his head, Dorian smiled happily.
"Well.....I suppose this entire apartment is your home, not just that little table. I'd think that's really uncomfortable, actually. I'm your master I SUPPOSE, but don't call me that. My name is Dorian Cromwell, and you......you strike me as male, and thus we shall call you Marius because I'm feeling uncreative today and I want to show off my mediocre Ancient Romananic language skills. Marius means male, by the way, in case you wanted to know." he smiled, cocking his head.
'Marius' considered this a moment. So. He was designated to be male? He would have to study up on how males acted, for he was sure he was not aptly prepared from Dorian's influences while he was a dormant rock. Dorian acted positively female, with a few dashes of male influence here and there. Was that his first judgment call? He supposed so. Well, at least he could move now. He liked his name though.....or did he? Could he like things yet? He was almost sure he couldn't, but perhaps he had more of an affinity to it because Dorian had just given it to him. His. Hm. He owned something now, even if it was immaterial and small, at least it was his. Looking to Dorian, he could tell he wouldn't get much work done right now, and the little proto would be right. Today was a teaching day.
"NOW! As a member of this family, I expect you to pull your weight, even though you will be given personal freedoms and all those niceties that come along with living in a free country. But as for now, I've been insanely bored till this moment, and we will go over EVERYTHING you need to know and do around the house, now let's start in the kitchen...." he purred, taking the hand of the little proto, whom found Dorian's hand to be warm and almost.....welcoming? An observation, nothing more, but something that would be pivotal for future reference when his faith in Dorian wavered. In this moment though, he assumed he was going to start learning how to work around the kitchen.
And so, that is how the first day and meeting of Dorian and Marius went. Nothing absurdly special, really, just a meeting much like any other save for a few pivotal points of interest. Yet this relationship would spark a series of relationships that would be more important to the doctor than even he could ever guess, and built a silent but iron-willed bond between himself and little Marius that would not be broken no matter how much either party thought it was. So the Doctor got an Egor, and the story has been set off right again......
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 10:35 pm
oo2:: In which Joanie figures out what a 'manic depressant' is. Dorian was moping. Marius had never seen the human mope. It had been a few weeks since his master or 'leige' as the little proto had taken to calling him, and he had met. Life had been relatively easy so far, though there were mysterious times Dorian would leave the house, lock it, and come back after a few days looking bruised and battered, then slept for a day or so straight. Marius did all the sorting, filing, cataloging, diagnostics, and report drafting as Dorian had instructed him to weeks before, and he found he liked all the work involved with bionic body parts and working with the ever-quiet and slightly strange Claudia. Dorian said it was a-typical for her to be so quiet, but because of a meltdown she had at some ball before Marius was 'born' Dorian had augmented her to just commit everything to memory and given her a more sedate AI personality. She did talk to him sometimes though, asking him what it was like to be alive, or how he could be alive when she could not. What was he? Was he so different from me? What made him be alive and could I copy it?
All those questions had been bothering the little proto, and he found Claudia unnerving at times, if not downright sweet at others. Since he had nothing to do otherwise with his free time, Marius usually read romance novels, of which Dorian had an obscenely large number of in his bookcase. He liked the handsome, strong men on the cover, and wished he could be like them or look like them. Saving the damsel in distress and finding love in the strangest of ways, only to have a few short obstacles before the happy ending was reached. This is what Marius was currently doing as Dorian walked in in the mopey mood, which brings us back to the beginning of our escapade. [you thought I'd forgotten, didn't you?]
Dori stumbled into the house and Marius set down his half-read romance novel looking to greet his master. But Dorian was in a mood. What that mood was, no one could say, save for someone who knew his past. Fortunately, this narrator happens to be one of those people. Dorian slammed the door closed as he stumbled, reeking of Bourbon and other various alcohols, and it was obvious he was thoroughly drunk. As he toddled over to the bookshelf, he took a book off the end and opened it. taking out the picture frame nestled inside the cutout hiding hole, and let the book drop to the ground with a soft 'thud'. Marius, ever obedient and thoughtful servant that he was, picked it up quietly with one of his four hands and righted it on the shelf, looking to Dorian with a question in his eyes.
"My leige? This one doesn't think you should be out and about....perhaps you should lie down? Would you like anything?" he quipped, a concerned air to his usually quiet voice. Dorian nodded deftly and wobbled over with Marius's help to the couch and flopped down on it, cradling the silver-edged frame. Looking at it, the doctor's eyes teared up and silent sobs made his body shake and a river of tears fall down his face to one side as his fingers stroked one side of the picture.
"Marianna......I forgot you.....I shouldn't forget you....I don't deserve to forget....I let you down, and and I....I...." he choked, curling into a ball and holding the picture in the epicenter. Marius, whom had a good guess that it had to do with the woman in the picture above Dorian's desk with him smiling in it, and knew from past information that it was his late wife. So Marianna was her name, he thought. It was plain on his face the intrigue he felt at her mention, but his sense of slave-like duty bound him to take care of Dorian. Dorian had been at work today, and by the lingering smell of cheap perfume on his coat flung by the door, it appeared he'd been with a woman.....and the equally cheap cologne meant he'd also been with a male coworker. Probably at the same time, but that wasn't too far out of the normal, or so Marius had come to know. What was different about today? Perhaps the visit from Ellandra and Verdant a few days ago had changed his mood?
Suddenly, Dorian's mood took a turn towards the violent variety, and he flung the silver-gilded picture across the room, getting up quickly and stalking across the apartment, back and forth. Back and forth. As he continued his hurried, angry pacing, he seemed to be having a verbal battle with himself.
"Why shouldn't you forget?! Haven't you been suffering all this time?
But Marianna.....how could I give someone the care I refused to give her?
Because it was the right thing to do, I'm a doctor dammit, I have to save SOMEONE every once in a while.....
I didn't seem to care to save her though, did I? Doesn't that mean I should pay for her life with my unhappiness?
Of course not, it's perfectly fine feeling this way around others.
No it isn't.
Yes it is!
Not if he finds you repulsive, look at you, cowering in your home, wondering what's right and wrong when you're just as tainted as the Devil himself, tempting the little singer and manipulating him into a relationship you're only going to use him up and throw him away for, just like all the others you tried to replace her with.
No, I'm not doing that, honest I'm not......he makes her go away....
Do you WANT her to go away? As if she never existed? What's wrong with you? What a horrible husband you turned out to be. Why couldn't you just be a good, quiet widower......oh no, not Dorian Cromwell. He's much too brilliant and suave, and full of life for behaving like he should.
And who says I should behave that way?! WHO!?!
AND WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE JUDGING ME ABOUT IT!?!" he fought with himself, in an almost insane fever pitch one might add, and as he reached the crescendo and big finish of his self-loathing argument, he grabbed a nearby vase and flung it at the standby Marius whom had just calmly been watching with a sense of utter detachment, more of logging down the experience in his mind and accessing what he should do to remedy Dorian's issues than judging him as the Doctor had said. Ducking the flying vase, a stray piece bounced back from the wall as it shattered behind him, and cut the Essentic's cheek. With that, Dorian's personality seemed to do another 180 on Marius, and he quickly stalked over to the proto, falling to his knees and inspecting the wound while sobbing.
It was most unbecoming of him, and had he been in the right mind to see it, he would've said the same thing about his mood changes. But at the moment, Dorian wiped the blood clumsily from the cut, only helping smear it all over Marius's face, to which the proto didn't seem to mind. If anything else, there seemed a sense of pity....no.....sorrow, in his eyes. Sorrow? For another being? He assumed it was part of his growth showing itself to him through a personality and feelings for those he cared about. He did care about Dorian very much, he realized, and shook the drunken doctor's hands off him, floating into the lab and back with a sterilized cloth and stick on medical patch to cover the cut. Cleaning it himself, he let the now submissive and almost cowering Dorian stick the bandage on to feel useful, as if he was making up for what he'd done to Marius.
"Marius.....Marius.....please forgive me, I didn't mean to hurt you, I didn't. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean to let myself go, I never want to hurt you or make you leave or hate me, or anything! Oh Marius, forgive me I promise I'll never do it again! Never!" he begged pitifully, clutching onto Marius's brown robes and resting his forehead on the Proto's head while crying. Marius just used all four of his arms to hug, reassure, and rub Dorian's back all at the same time and tried to shush the doctor.
"This one knows you meant nothing by it, my leige....this one has seen many programs on the television box about drinking and how it makes people not what they are....you are forgiven," he reassured, to which Dorian stiffened and got up again, practically running to his desk and fumbling in his pocket for a key, to which Marius was familiar which lock it went to. The drawer in his desk that Marius watched like a hawk was quickly opened by the fumbling doctor, and a full syringe was pulled out. It was much more concentrated than the regular dosage, and Marius cringed and shivered slightly as he watched Dorian pull up his sleeve and plunge it into one of the veins of his arm. Pushing down on the syringe, Dorian almost moaned in pleasure and fell to his knees, an amalgam of silent crying and moaning for release with the drug.
"Gods yes.....oh yes.....don't let me replace her....don't let me think about him....can't have either one, but I can have this.....this I'm allowed.....this will make it all go away.....oooooh yeeesssss......" he moaned to himself, rocking back and forth and holding himself as the discarded needle and syringe rolled across the floor to stop at Dorian's feet....well, whatever was considered his feet. Picking it up as Dorian had his drug-induced euphoria from the morphine overdosage that he'd built up an immunity to over the year and a half since her death, Marius found himself angry for the first time.
Not at Dorian, but at Dorian's conscience. For pushing him this far, to think that everything that went wrong in life was his fault. Dorian was in truth too tender a soul for his own good, and in frustration Marius didn't realize he'd crushed the syringe tube in his hands until he heard the tinkling of glass hitting the ground in a small shower, and felt the sting in the palm of his hand. But that didn't even phase him much, so it appeared, he just stared at it and floated into the pantry to clean it up as was in his nature. But he had a look of quiet and determined fury in his normally gentle eyes as he did so, looking over to Dorian every so often to watch the Doctor and make sure he wasn't dead yet. Dorian had merely fallen to the floor, his eyes glazed over as he mumbled things about Marianna, as if he was speaking to her and explaining his misbehaving. Explaining how he'd found someone that made him happy, and how he knew he didn't deserve it, and how he was sorry he was letting her down, responding to whatever she was saying in his drugged mind.
Marius went along his way, going to the back room where Claudia was to bandage his hand, and looking to her with interest and a question in his voice again. "This one assumes you've seen this before, to just stay in the hall and watch, then leave him be....." he stated, eyes looking for the honesty in the android's face. She nodded.
"Many....many times. No matter how many times I'm reset, these memories stay in my data banks......more and more memories seem to stay there now, since you've come along, but his fits are always the most vivid....." she answered softly, her voice not timid, just without interest in the matter of remembering such horrid events and how she'd been patched up by the doctor himself many times after such events, experiencing what Marius had and even worse at times. Marius nodded to the girl trapped in a doll's form and frame of mind and finished bandaging his hand, clipping the end of the gauze together with a metal clip so it wouldn't shift the ointment he'd put on the cuts. With a nod, he left, and went back out to hoist the mumbling Dorian onto his shoulders and put him to bed. The doll followed quietly, undetected, to watch the Essentic easily lift and cart Dorian to his room, sliding the door open and pulling back the sheets to the bed, laying the incoherently mumbling doctor onto it and pulling his shoes off before sliding him completely under the covers.
As Marius turned and came to the door, the doll slunk away, keeping out of sight of the thing that was living but shouldn't be. Turning once to look at the doctor's clouded crimson eyes, so lifeless and yet full of agony as he apologized and conversed with his dead wife in feverish waking dreams.....Marius sighed softly.
"Good night, my father.....this one hopes perhaps....one day.....a new dream will take place of these horrid nightmares...." he wished softly into the room. Dorian could not hear him, and the doll walked away, plugging herself into the reset monitor and hoping that the bad dreams of these fits would cease to exist this time. Splendid oblivion once more.
::Over-ride System Shutdown Initiated. Power cut and resetting::
As I bid my goodnights to Dorian, I watched Claudia slink off in what she thought was an unnoticed way. This one seems to have a knack for noticing things others would not. Floating past her room, this one glanced over as she over-rode her system and reset herself on the chance she would not remember this.....this one wonders what horrors she has seen Dorian do. This one thinks that this episode was mild compared to what has been, and what will come.
Going back into the living room, I clean up so that no scar will marr our generally happy home, no mark of shame for Dorian to find in the morning, no reason he has to remember his actions. This one has found he can lie to Dorian sometimes when he shoots up morphine in calmer conditions. This one has seen him do it before, but never in such fits like tonight. He will not remember, only wake up with a headache. Claudia will not tell him, for she seeks to forget as well. After cleaning up, I sigh and go back to my novel.
If only things could be this way, the way they are in books, not just romance novels but in all books where there are happy endings and no more ghosts haunting the minds of others. As I read and think about these things, I see the glint of silver, forgotten in the corner where the picture frame landed. Setting my book down on the table, I float over and pick it up, looking at the happy wedding image and taking it to the bookshelf to place it back in its hiding hole book. Before closing the book, I find myself angry at the woman in the picture, then close the book and slide it back into its place. Staring at the books' spine, this one goes back to his place on the couch to read and keep guard for Dorian until he falls asleep completely.
"He will be free of you, yet.....that is a promise, Miss Cromwell......"
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 8:36 pm
oo4:: It's a Bird, it's a Prince....wait, no! It's an Alter!
Marius was out in the top garden. Deserted once again, except for his little Finch friend. With a sigh, he watered some of the plants while his little friend sang him a song. He smiled and hummed back as he worked, reflecting on things that had happened recently. Claudia was not doing well.
She required more and more checks every day, and Dorian was quickly becoming a wreak over it, though he'd never show his boyfriends this. They couldn't know, per Dorian's logic, they just couldn't. It would make things harder for them, all three of them, to have to deal with Dorian being mopey over Claudia wearing out. Marius frowned.
He didn't like his family being in constant turmoil, and wished he could be like the men he emulated in all of his romance novels, brave and trustworthy, handsome and coming in to save the day for those he loved at the very last moment. He sighed dreamily, indulging in his daydreams for once while his little finch friend hopped from one foot to another, cocking its head and chirping at his friend and the strange noises and expressions he was making. As he was daydreaming and mulling these things over, imagining himself as some kind of prince, he began to get uncomfortably hot and tingly.
Blinking in surprise, he looked down at himself, shaking his head in diziness, his vision becoming a bit blurry until all he could see was the fuzzy puff of the finch on the branch. With that last image in mind, the proto blacked out.
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It felt strange and too hot in here. He felt heavy, like he couldn't float anymore, and wasn't sure if he liked the feeling. His gut was all twisted and nauseous, and the entire experience was just downright unpleasant. Blinking, he found himself sprawled out in the garden, considerably later as the sun was setting now where it had been high in the sky earlier. Sitting up, he groaned and felt his head to touch the two aching protrusions. With a start, he made a noise of surprise as he felt feathers, and wing like structures where it was sore.
Panicking, he jumped to his feet. Wait......feet? He shouldn't have feet. What the hell was going on? Looking down, he blinked, finding only a bit of grass skirt to cover his lower half, while his usual hood was incredibly tight, and more of a half-chest shirt than anything else. He frowned, it was quite uncomfortable and didn't seem like anything he'd ever wear. He had to get to Dorian to get to the bottom of this nonsense. Grabbing onto a branch, his ear/hair pieces twitched along with a tiny flutter of his new head wings, he pulled himself up unsteadily. As he stood, his legs shook horribly, and he looked down at them in horror. They were so long, and he felt so tall, that was true......but he didn't think he liked having such a heavy weight attached to him, not to mention the insane amount of embarassment when he found that his "newer additions" weren't nearly covered by the remnants of his grass skirt. Breathing heavily, he rushed over to the elevator and took it down to their floor, rushing to get into the door, stumbling a few times as he did so. Tripping over the doorstep, he made a distressed noise as the door slid closed behind him.
"Masteeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr..............something funny has happened to my body and I can't move very well anymore!" he called, noticing with shock that his voice was even deeper and richer than it had been before. There was more of a timbre to it that purred some kind of emotion he was as of yet unfamiliar with, but vaguely recognized from his romance novels.......was his voice......sensual?
Dorian, not recognizing the voice much but recognizing the endearment, rushed out from the back from checking Claudia, only to see Marius sprawled out on the floor with tears at the corners of his eyes and his backside up in the air. It would have been a pretty picture to walk into if Dorian wasn't already attached to someone, he mused. With a laugh, he poked Marius's forehead, wiping some of the stray tears away from the Alter's face and helping him stand, ushering him to the back of the house with a chuckle.
"It would appear you've grown, Marius.....now lets get you dressed," he smiled gently, rubbing the distressed Alter's back and chuckling at the hilarity that was sure to come of this.
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