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 Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 9:37 pm
Now that she's calmed a bit, at least to the point that she is not clinging to him and sobbing, he touches back on what she said a moment ago.
So....if he's understanding correctly, Melody's children see magic, and hear magic, but....but there's no magic anywhere in the house? He keeps his tone careful, not wanting to make it sound as if he's disbelieving her.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 9:40 pm
Not that Melody knows; if there were something magical in the house, she would KNOW about it, right?
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 9:42 pm
Yes, he....he supposes so. sweatdrop
He apologizes for a silly question. And quickly offers a more useful one as the babies continue to cry. What can he do to help her, now that he's here?
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 9:44 pm
Melody had hoped they'd still be asleep when Hitsuga arrived, but since they aren't...
How about Melody takes one, Hitsuga takes the other, and they just... TRY to lull them back to sleep?
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 9:48 pm
He hesitates, as if debating whether he might just make things worse somehow, but is not about to tell her no and leave her to face things on her own again.
Not in the state she's currently in.
At length the perfumer nods, stepping back from Melody and allowing a hand to linger on her shoulder. All right, then. Or rather, he'll try his best, he assures.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 9:54 pm
Melody sniffles pitifully, sweeping the last bits of her shattered strength into a pile in the back of her mind as if to take it in her hands and see just WHAT she can salvage from it.
She'll just... drop this off in the freezer then.
A moment later, she is back and leading Hitsuga back to the nursery where, just as she'd said, there seems to be nothing magical anywhere. But the babies are tired, overstimulated, and crying-- even if their voices have quieted at this point, the tears and their projections haven't.
Eiji is the one Melody tends to; his cradle is closest to the door and his cries are loudest, though not by much.
And Tsubaki, she informs Hitsuga, is in the nearby cradle against the wall.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 10:01 pm
Its a needling sensation, to be surrounded by complaining projections and pitiful mewls of urgency that command tending-to....to think Melody and her husband have endured this for days with little respite and no way of stopping it says much for their tolerance... gonk
Nonetheless, as Melody picks up Eiji, he moves to Tsubaki's cradle, looking down at the tiny tear-streaked face that is puffy with crying. The poor child looks just as miserable as her mother, he thinks privately, as he leans down to carefully lift her out, soothing thoughts reaching out to the little one.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 10:12 pm
Now, quickly-- out of the nursery!
The further toward the other side of the house they go, the less agitated the babies seem to be, though they still seem to be bothered by what they perceive to be bright and loud.
And as Melody leads Hitsuga around the house, trying to find ONE, just ONE place in the house that ISN'T too bright or loud...
It becomes apparent that, while there IS a place in the house safe from the magic, there really couldn't be a more inconvenient place.
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................
Oh, hell no.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 10:18 pm
He starts a bit, holding a still-snuffling Tsubaki against his shoulder, at Melody's final projection.
What...? he ventures at last when it doesn't seem she's going to elaborate on her own.
Despite the fact he's aware of what they're looking for and why, confusion noticeably pings up from him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 10:27 pm
Melody steps into the bathroom, not at all surprised when Eiji quiets completely.
This, she thinks, can't POSSIBLY work as a permanent solution. And even as a temporary one, she isn't sure how much time she wants to spend sitting on the lid of the toilet, or setting up cradles in the bathtub, or... sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 10:33 pm
But....for a little while, maybe? Hitsuga offers tentatively, the relief that sweeps over him at the babies silencing themselves as he, likewise, steps into the small room after her, an immense one.
Ridiculous as it is that here, of all places, would be where the things that are upsetting the children would dare not venture, it is nice to know that there is a haven from it at all...
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 10:38 pm
Melody reluctantly steps inside, gingerly sitting on the edge of the tub with Eiji, wiping his tears away with her thumb.
She wonders...
How long will it be this way? Having to hide in the bathroom, of all places, just for a few moments of silence?
Tsubaki, no longer bombarded with such unpleasant brightness and noise but still rather uncomfortable from having cried so long and so hard, decides that, perhaps, Hitsuga's collar would make a satisfying pacifier for the time being.
"Mff mff mff..."
It'll do.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 10:48 pm
Hitsuga hopes it will not be long, or by any means a permanent situation...
But...perhaps if they traced the source of what was upsetting the children? If it is not anything in Lady Melody and Master Boyue's home, then perhaps something nearby...
For a moment he tries to fathom himself in her place, and being tasked with the job of having to politely inquire of one's neighbors to "turn off the magic". ....he doesn't imagine he would be too eager to do it either.
He squirms a bit as the neckline of his garments is suddenly saturated in drool, trying to hide any stray feelings of eek or gonk at the situation he's found himself in.
At the very least, he assures himself, the little one is, if not content, quiet.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 10:52 pm
Melody wonders how one would even go about doing such things. Boyue, she thinks, had planned to simply use the babies' discomfort to locate the source, but...
What then? If someone is capable of making enough magic to disturb the babies from a distance...
It brings to mind something Melody's grandmother once said:
"Never meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 10:56 pm
....and taste good with wha--?
He blinks at her owlishly, but then decides to let it drop.
He understands, though. If whatever is creating the disturbance is indifferent - or worse, pleased - to be causing such problems, there is no telling what sort of hornets' nest they'd be poking.
.....but perhaps....
Dark blue eyes light up a bit as if someone has switched on a lightbulb behind them. For a moment, it seems he's even forgotten that he's being used as a chewtoy.
"Baikou", he says aloud, as if expecting the name alone to make any sense to her in the same way it has to him as the solution to this.
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