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Dangerous Conversationalist
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 Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 3:04 pm
When the creature had finally had about as much as he could stand, and took it upon himself to drift over, Genie was intrigued beyond words. This was only the second frei she had seen thus far, one that was radically different from the first both in temperament and outward form. He was an individual with his own sets of likes and dislikes, with personality and self-specific accommodations. She suddenly was filled with questions; questions she didn't think to ask before when she had turned in her soul bottle. If this is what she would be saddled with, clearly she'd need to be educated on how to handle them. Her expression alone spoke very strongly of this.
His attitude left a lot to be desired. He was belligerent, self-involved-- but these were not character traits that sent her packing. She had had countless people pre-judge her own faults and facets without second thought of her motivation or recognition of her lighter qualities, for what very few there were. She understood that the creature was just at odds because there was an unanticipated monkey-wrench thrown into his evening's plans. For all she knew, he didn't get out that often or found the museum a special treat, and who was this woman to be driving around in a junked-up car she knew very well could fall to pieces at any given moment, to have said car break down, and ruin his entire day? Preying on the helpful natures of others, such as his guardian for her own stupidity? Sure it wasn't the polite, or good-natured route to point fingers when she was more in need of assistance than a scathing lecture, but it was understandable. He was truthful; more importantly, he wasn't trying to be malevolent. Genie didn't nurse his rotten attitude with an even worse attitude, she only laughed.
"Now see, I may not like kids at their worst, but if there's one thing I CAN say, they tell it like it is. Like little alcoholics. I can dig it. You know as well as I do it's a piece of junk."
While she was not afraid to be friendly when meeting Zul, touching him, talking to him, investigating him, she couldn't be sure how either Domo, nor Xan would feel about her laying her hands upon him for any intention, so for now she was polite enough not to. She gave a reassuring glance to Xan that she was not put-off by the boy's comment. "Hey, just give him a little time. I have a feeling he'll come around sooner or later."
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 5:19 pm
As she spoke Domevlo smiled, this was one time he wished to gloat and showing it from behind his mask. "See? Cookie-thing says car junk. Get bike like Cow-thing go fast, never break. Domo know." And that was that. He peered at Genie for a long while deciding if he liked her or not. Most of the time he got negative output from his words but she hadn't seemed put off. This was good. "Cookie-thing okay. Let Domo speak mind." That's all there was too it. He was honest, straight to the point and no holds barred. If you didn't like the truth then look elsewhere because he certainly didn't understand the meaning of tact.
On the other hand, Thanatos couldn't help feeling a bit flustered. He just wasn't used to the assertive types. Well maybe that wasn't the truth but he didn't deal with them on a regular, just one in particular but he was always on the road and in some ways Xan was thankful for that. "Well I suppose you're right. Seems he likes approval of his honesty the most." That he had learned early on but still there was a thin line between honesty and being out right rude. Sometimes he wondered if the lead frei were aware of this. Perhaps not at this moment but in the near future he'd have to give the kid a crash course in modesty. That or at least explain it to him. "Well if he ain't offendin' ya then I guess there's nothin' much to say. Seems he's warmin' up already."
"Warm? Domo not warm..." he wasn't sure of the term and began to feel is head as if he were supposed to be ill with fever. "Domo cool not warm, see." He reached out to take both Xan and Genie's hand to place on his forehead. "Domo cool yes? No fever! Not sick! We go mew-zee-um now?"
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 10:16 pm
There was a fleeting moment of guilt wherein Genie felt a little badly for undermining Xan's influence on the boy by enabling his rudeness. It was rather impudent of her to encourage him, but he seemed to be more forgiving enough of her misdemeanor. They both seemed more than appreciative of her input regardless. As he'd said, so long as he wasn't offending her....
She was quickly uplifted by the frei's confusion to the colloquialism. He really was just like a child.... A fresh, confused child. Would she trust herself to have the skills necessary to lead her own fresh, confused child through even the most confusing and unfair aspects of life? Domo's reaction was nothing short of adorable, but was almost foreboding to her in terms of what she would have to be prepared for. It was lovely how persistent he was in proving his wellness to push their little day-trip along... She was compelled to look to Xan, "What's your life been like since he came along if you don't mind my asking? Has it been tough? I mean...how much like a child... IS he? I'm still firing blanks when it comes to this whole project and all..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 11:07 pm
Thanatos almost snorted when Genie asked more about Domevlo. It was a question he had wanted to ask upon first meeting the lead frei but almost immediately Domo had been eager to talk and explore his surroundings. He didn't even hold back in his displeasure of being made to leave the carnival he'd been dragged to for his drop off. Going so far as to break one of the toy guns when he couldn't hit the moving targets in a game. Though it appeared he had fun.
"Lets just say I keep a regular tab at the furniture store." He gave a sad chuckle moving his hand from Domo's forehead and reassuring the frei with a soft pat to the top of his head. "If he doesn't get his way he goes into tantrum mode. Not sure why that is or if it has to do with his being so child-like. But then I wonder if it has to deal with his being so damn unstable to begin with." Yeah maybe it was his essence but he really needed to talk to someone with that knowledge. For now he was stuck with the yo-yo effects that Domo seemed to display. "Despite destroyed furniture and tantrums he's pleasant to have around. The kid loves to learn and explore. He likes to make friends too I found out but seems everyone is met with some form of resistance." He laughed poking the lead frei on the nose.
"Domo like what Domo like. Cookie-thing okay but not like junk car." The frei interrupted glaring toward Xan. "Where friend-thing? Take to long, use ear-thing, call back!"
"And he's demanding as you notice." Pulling his phone out he had been about to dial the numbers when he got a ring. "Hm?" Looking between the two he shrugged and answer. "Hello? Oh yeah were a block up the road to your left. You'll have to make a U-turn. Yeah I'll be on the corner, see ya then." Flipping the phone shot he placed it in his pocket and turned to Genie with a smile. "Well looks like the cavalry's here."
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 11:58 pm
Genie listened with a whole-hearted intensity, complete with a wrinkling of the brow and a certain parting of dry lips... Seems Xan's frei in particular was the culprit of more collateral damage than all of the DC comic book heroes combined, but Xan appeared more than happy with him nonetheless. Such as was the fate of all parents and their children she supposed-- destined to always keep in mind the simple creedo that, "So long as they're happy, etc., etc." She had to chuckle all the same, a very charming sound in and of itself, popping her knuckles one by one as he continued. Her general impression was that even though the duo were prone to their fair share of turmoil, she could sense an underlying tone of endearment in the way he spoke of him from the way affectionately prodded and pinched him in the duration of the conversation just to keep him included. That sort of endearment in the way he generally spoke of just about anything. A girl could get comfortable around that kind of optimism and geniality, and very quickly.
A funny thing intuition was as she was but a dog's hair away from asking about that friend of his when Domo abruptly complained of his tardiness. Genevieve overflowed with relief as Xan tended to his arrival, directing the truck of her salvation towards their location (though she couldn't be too sure how the man could MISS that enormous traffic backup...)
She perked with a generous enthusiasm to be getting off that bench and shuttling towards another evening in the comfort of her own drab, cramped little home amongst lizards and discarded magazines. Thus she rose to her feet with both hands perching on her hips, "Well damn! Looks like my back-end is saved another night!" Though... at a simple acknowledgment, her raucous energy dissipated slowly into a wistful tenderness, smile fading into a shadow of it's former glory, "...I guess, that's your guys' cue to hit the ol' dusty trail then I reckon?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 7:02 am
Thanatos chuckled lightly realizing that he was gonna be the butt end of damn near every cowboy joke. He could understand not many of them were roaming around, seemed like a myth these days.... something like the elusive unicorn. He let out a nice laugh then and smiled. "I reckon it is. He'll get ya to safety and take a look at that old heap. I'll be sure to tell him to treat ya well." Xan reassured. Moving to his friend he spoke with the man briefly both men smiling and laughing before they shook hands.
"Well you're all set little lady. I best be ridin' off into the sunset before my boy here rips me a new one."
And right on cue, Domevlo piped in. "Domo no rip! Domo yell, not happy, friend-thing help Cookie-thing and junk car we go mew-zee-um now? Pwwease!" Well hot damn he got a please out of that one. Xan could only chuckle as he ruffled that white head.
"Ma'am. If you need anything here's my number. I'm only a call a way." On that note the cowboy ushered his charge to the bike, helping him with his helmet before applying his own. "See ya round, Cookie." Waving his departure he headed off in the proverbial sunset a monochrome hand waving wildly before rushing to quickly grab the cowboy in front least the lead frei fall. So silly those two.
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