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 Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 10:59 pm
Finding Le Wand Ianna seemed tired. Not only had she gone to find the Atlantis wand, Matilda had bothered her not three days later to find yet another wand. And she had had to go to JAPAN! At least it wasn't under the sea or to the moon this time. At least she actually had OXYGEN this time without half dying.
She was busily searching through the book of Life and Death, silver eyes glazed over as if she were just running through the motions. Which, mostly, she was. She could see no new wand sightings for a while, but then again, Matty rarely updated the damned book anyway.
Beside her lay two wands, or more so, a staff and a trident. Still wands, according to Matty...but Matty's definition of things was kind of skewed with her being in another realm and all. She wondered if any owner would come in today, and which wand they would take home.
She sighed a deep sigh and closed the book, which had a tendancy to slam shut and scatter papers and dust. "Stupid book." she muttered.Patrick...patrick found himself being dragged into a shop. It shouldn't be anything new for the dark man, having two kids and a quasi-boyfriend (or so he liked to think) on his hands but still...it was his damn day off!
Damnit.
But here he was, letting himself be dragged around by his kiddlets, both of them giggling and smiling. It was a strange thing for them to do together and, god, did Patrick ever welcome the change.
"So where are we? And why are we here?" His voice was wary, glancing down at Iamel and Akuti.
Akuti just smiled that thousend watt smile and shrugged her cute little shoulders, "Because we can be, Daddy. That's the point!" She said this as if it was OBVIOUS to someone...well it wasn't! GEEZ.
She peered inside the store before hopping in, smiling again at Ianna. "Hi!" She chirruped, "Me an' my daddy an' Iamel are comin' inside! Hi!"
Sure, she was repeating herself...she was like five. It didn't bother her at all.Ianna looked up, silvery eyes glittering. There were children...there...weren't supposed to be children! Not...Oh dear. The wands! HER wands! Her shinies...her precious little...Her mouth hardened.
Ianna loved children, she did, but when they sounded as hyper as the little girl did...Heh. "Hello, Welcome to Ghosts of the Past...Please step inside and to the desk...close the door behind you.
"THATS ANOTHER GUARDIAN! You're just on a roll today, Ianna." Matty almost shouted in Ianna's ear. Ianna winced and hissed.
"Damnit and Damn you, miss I can forget where I'm talking into, prat. That's my EAR!" Ianna growled, seeming to talk to herself as she always did, and looked over to the dark man who entered with the two children. "Well?" Akuti....wilted. That's the only way to really describe it. Her little body just slumped and her eyes went from wide and happy to innocent to sad and...well, she looked like a kicked puppy.
Like a kicked puppy, she slunk back to her daddy and latched on to the pierced man. Ignoring Iamels self-satisfied little smirk.
"Ah--? Akuti, stop, Daddy's trying to--" he sighs, head shaking a little at the children grabbing and moving around him. With a growl, the thin man just hauled them up, both at once, one child under each arm.
Akuti looked deligted.
Iamel? Pissed.
"...well what?" he blinked up at her curiously, eyebrows arched and him looking puzzled. "I'm no miss and I wasn't yelling into your ear, sweetheart. I was trying to get the kids to shut up."
"I wasn't--" Iamel interrupted, to be cut off by a quick glare.
"Hush." Glancing up to Ianna once more. "Sorry. What was that?"Ianna laughed. "I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to Matilda." Ianna said it as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Talking to a person who by all ordinary means, did not seem to be there.
"Come in, step to the book, touch it..." she fidgeted. She wondered exactly how this man, and the children, would react to the bright and glowy light that would emit from the very very old and dusty book. And the dust that would fly everywhere.
It would seem as if there was an invisible wind taking up all the pages and flipping them at once. Of course, the moment it stopped it landed on a beautiful looking sketch of a pole, a fox tail and feathers hanging off it with straps of leather, as well as some japanese writing down it.
Under the picture rested the words:
"Japan. Wand ID 00002. A Soul has been trapped within the confines of the wand. Congratulations, you have become the next guardian to take on the task of raising it from infancy to greatness. We, Ianna and I, have the upmost faith in you to complete your task dutifully. Best of luck,
Matilda." "...touch it?" His voice was wary but he put Akuti (the GOOD kid - unlike Iamel) down and moved slowly over to the leather bound book. A squirming Bird was still wriggling under his arm, whining and pushing, but Patrick ignored him.
If you let him whine a little bit, Iamel would eventually give up and wilt a little bit.
One bejewled finger reached out, hesitantly touching the leather. DUST! LIGHT! He yelped and hopped back (giving Iamel a light case of shakin'kiddie'syndrom) and stared - or gawked - at the pages.
"...A...A soul? Through infancy?" His voice was squeaky, dark eyes under the glasses jerking up to Ianna in shock and something like horror. "A-Another kid?"
"YAY! A sister!"
Patrick ignored her.Ianna cackled. THIS was so much better than the Elven woman's reaction. "Yes. Through infancy to ancient....if they so choose. I believe the particular wand you see there holds a god's messenger...a kitsune..I think." she blinked. Matilda hadn't told her all the details yet, she had just brought it back a day or two ago.
"Congratulations, Mister...urm..." she paused for a name, "You're a daddy. Again."
Reaching to her side she picked up a long beautifully carved ivory wand, dark lettered japanese letters spelling out a word she didn't know along the side of it. Bound at the top by strands of leather was a large fox tail, black and blue, and towards the bottom two black and blue feathers.
It was a beautiful wand, she had to admit. In fact, she was almost sad to see it go.
The moment he would touch it, however, it would glow...and grow slightly warm. "But...but...I -can't- have another kid!" He wailed, staring at the woman like she was sprouting another head, wilting a little bit himself. "I mean..I have THESE two monkies!"
But she wasn't going to help. And he was chosen, wasn't he? Yes... Yes he was. GodDAMNIT. "...Patrick." His voice is soft, staring at the woman even harder, eyes desperate and dark from under his glasses, "Patrick White.."
"Take it Daddy!" He could hear Akuti call from behind him. So...he did. Those wide eyes went even wider and under the pigment of his skin, you could see gray.
"...I..." Glancing up at her, looking helpless still. "A kitsune?" THAT brightened him up, even a little bit. "Like...a fox spirit? Inari?"
"Yeah, like you'd get a GOD. You already have me, you--" Akuti kicked him in the butt and he jumped, squeaking. And fell silent.Ianna found the three quite amusing and it showed on her face. Fingers reached up to brush her hair away from her features and yawned. "Yep. Fox spirit. I believe he was a messenger for Inari...but I could be wrong. Matilda hasn't told me everything yet."
"And I probably won't if you don't stop annoying me."
Ianna scowled. "Shut up, you. Let me handle this how I want to handle it." she was talking to herself again, so it seemed.
"And sorry, nothing I can do. I mean, you could let the poor thing die AGAIN...but..." he shrugged. "Seeing as you already have two kids, I doubt that you'd kill one...One who's already died such a horrible death..." She almost got a glare for that one and Patrick set Iamel down so he could carefully hold the wand in each hand. His eyes were wide, blinking and touhing the wand...then clearing his throat.
Face still ashen under the dark, he finally spoke once more, voice soft. "...what do I have to do then? What..I mean..is it going to go from wand to baby? Or a kid? How old? What's it going to look like?"
Now free, Iamel skirted back from the creepy lady and out the door. he didn't like the shop anymore, damnit. Patrick GRABBED him..grumble sulk.Ianna thought how to put it. "It's going to go from that wand, to a wisp of smoke, to a baby made of smoke, to a human...or in this case, kitsune-ish, infant...and then its' going to grow like a normal kid.
Your job is to make sure the ghost doesn't get sucked up by a vacuum...or a fan...or let out the window..or something." Ianna smiled insanely and giggled. "Oh it'll be so much fun. Unless it's like Matilda...then I'll feel sorry for you."
"b***h, you know you love me."
"Yes, I love you." Ianna said, once more, it seemed to be to herself. "Uh-oh...Daddy, don't tell Iamel about teh vaccum. Or the fan." Akutis voice was quiet, moving to cling to Patrick pants, peeking up at Ianna. "He'll try to vaccum it up! Or he'll make the mean bald boy do it."
She nodded fiercely, wise beyond her years, and thus pressed her cheek against her faces thigh. "So just keep it in your room or somethin'... Don't let Iamel vacuum it up!"
Patrick winced at that and nodded, glancing down at his daughter. "Good point, Akuti.." His voice was quiet, moving to ruffle her hair gently, glancing back at ianna. "...alright. Uhm." A pause, and a frown. "...thank you, I guess? Do I owe you anything or do I just take the wand and..flee for my life before I pick up another kid?"Ianna gave a nod of her head. "You don't owe me anything except that child's life. It chose you, after all." She smiled a little and gave a little yawn. "But before you go...press this"
She slid a sheet of paper over to her, written upon it was gold letters saying "Press Me". As soon as Patrick would, he, Akuti, and even Iamel, were transported into a large room. As they entered the main lobby Via the portal connecting the shoppe and the headquarters, the first thing they would notice is the vast...largeness...of it. The high ceilings, edged with gold, the large chandeliers dripping with crystals, the smooth white tile-floors, colorful rugs, and beautiful paintings.
To the left was a large recreational area complete with a large flat-screen television, several rows of various games, movies, video game systems and books. There was a basket of toys in the corner, full of plushies, dolls, cards and various other objects which would appeal to most ages. Included in the area were several comfy looking couches and plush chairs just made for sitting, lounging or bouncing in. It seemed to be heaven on a fluffy carpet. It even had a foos-ball table and an air-hockey table....and for the slightly more food-minded GoTP, a mini fridge always full.
To the right was a large elaborate counter, which seemed to have a force-field of some sort around it, keeping anyone who was not Ianna or Matilda from going behind it. On the counter lay a roster with the names of all the Ghostly children and their guardians, and an appointment book.
From there, it branched off into halls with rows and rows of rooms. Some were storage, some were guest rooms, some were bathrooms, and one very large and ornate door to the end of the hall led to the gardens. "Welcome to Headquarters, Patrick White. You're welcome here at any time."
"GAAAAAH!" Sure, Patrick screamed even though no one was getting hurt and nothing bad was happening to them. The poor boy was freaking. the. ********. out. This is NOT something you spring on a guy like him - he screamed like a girl when he first saw Iamel!
And he loves Iamel!!
"What the ********?!" He shrieked out, clutching the wand to his chest, eyes showing the whites around them, frame trembling. "Where the ******** - what the hell is going on?!"
Sure...he's welcome but.... "H-how do I get here without th-that button thing?"
"Foos-ball!" Iamel cried triumphantly, having seen the game on a popular sitcom. The winged boy raced over, small hands wrapping around the toy and grinning from ear to ear, twisting teh little toys. "Whoo!"Ianna watched the bird boy and laughed, then looked at Patrick with an amused glance. "There's a portal in the back of the shoppe that acts the same way as this little sheet of paper. The little sheet of paper is to freak you out the first time."
Ianna giggled. "I need my amusement -somehow-......I mean, I can't spend all my time reading or chasing wands."
"I..." He tapered off, eyes on his son playing foos-ball against Akuti (and kicking her a**, frankly), eyebrows wrinkling together. "..ok." Voice small still, turning to look at Ianna with that same helpless, doe-eyed look.
"...so how do we leave? I kinda want to leave. Leaving and getting a little drunk might do me some good right now." His voice is serious, chewing on his lower lip. "...I kinda wanna leave."Ianna rolled her eyes. This man was a pansy. "The door." she said simply, pointing to one of the large, ornate doors to the center of the room, beside the counter. "You simply walk out and it should take you back to the shop. Same door you come through in the portal."
She raised a brow at him. "Your kids look like they're having fun though." Upon seeing an exit wasn't so far away, Patrick just let out a relieved sigh, glancing down at the wand he still slutched in his hands. "..I'm fine." His voice is soft, fingers sliding over the asian writing gently.
he couldn't read it...damnit..
Lips pursed, he looked back to the kids and how well they were playing..so he grumped, sliding on hand through his hair. "When does the kid become a kid anyway? Instead of a wand?"Ianna shrugged. "It's different for all of them, I think. We only have found homes for two others, and they're still in wand form." she smiled a bit. "They tend to grow faster than normal kids though....my daughter grew to ancient in a matter of two or three months...but she was a special case. She's the one who cast the spell." She sighed. "That's Matilda, by the way."Matty's voice filled Patrick's head. "Hello there, Patrick." His eyes went wide at the noise - the words - inside of his head. It was a female voice and she sounded confident... Ianna had been talking in her head, and she said her name was, "Hello, Matilda."
PAtricks voice was still quiet, fingers stroking over the wand gently.Ianna gave a yawn. "Hey kids!" she called to them, "You guys hungry?" Ianna was actually having a pretty good time watching everyone's reactions. But she was tired. Soooo tired....
"There's a mini fridge over to the side." eyes turned over to Patrick. "How're you taking it?" "My crickets are at home!" Iamel called out, abruptly ending his game to turn to Patrick and Ianna. "I want to go home." His voice had gotten flatter, eyes now on Patrick. He wanted to go home.
Now.
Patrick HAd to know better then to say no.
The darker man nodded distractedly, glancing to Ianna. "I'm fine." Frowning a little bit as Akuti came 'galloping' over, taking her daddys hand in her own cheerfuly. "We should probably leave.."Ianna watched them and yawned. "Okay then. I need a nap anyway. Show yourselves out." With that, Ianna walked over to one of the large, plush couches and dropped down. "Oh, kid." she tossed a coin at Iamel. "You're a woodpecker right?" birds were a fetish of hers. "You like shiny things? There ya go." she yawned and snuggled into her couch again.
"Night! And please lock up the shop before you leave." Iamel paused when she called out to him, a frown on his lips and twisting to face her. Just as he was about to give her a sharp retort, she tossed a shiny little coin to him.
Eyes widened and his hand shot out, hand closing in on the coin and clutching it to his chest. Shiny! Money! SHINY! So instead of snapping out something rude, he just scowled, "Thank you."
His voice was a soft mutter as he raced out after his 'family'. It was Shiny! Oh yes it was!-Fin-
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 3:32 pm
Dear Wanna-Be-Livejournal,
Well s**t. What the ******** just happened here?! Okay. Okay. I went to a goddamn store just to look around for Christmas stuff for the kids, y'know? Right? So Iamel and Akuti are actually getting along (A REALLY rare ********' thing, let me tell you, wanna be) and then..well, ********, they dragged me into this store.
This store had some psycho chick and a wand thing and a big a** book. She told me I know owned a wand. Not a big deal - I mean..it looks cool, right? And the kids seemed to not mind it.
But.
A HUGE SCREAMING BUT.
It's going to turn into a BABY.
I'm getting ANOTHER. ********. KID.
Like what. the. ********?! What god, anywhere, decided it was GOOD to stick the flaming homosexual with so many ******** kids, anyway?? I. Am. GAY. I never WANTED kids.
I just.
Christ.
I'll ask Mordread to help me out I guess... At least the kid won't be trying to suck out my soul like the other two are. I mean..it won't be able to talk, right? Or move or threaten to kill me or anything.
And hey... It's a kitsune spirit! A little fox kiddlet. So..that'll be interesting. At least Mordread won't be the only person around who eats meat... Akuti is hoping for a sister.
...yeah. I'm hoping for a boy. I can handle boys.
I think.
Oh, s**t. I'm getting a BABY. DAMNIT.
-Patrick.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 7:02 pm
Ianna was lounging in the head quarters, reading a book. Matilda hadn't bothered her at all about the wands. In fact, she hadn't heard from her daughter in some days, which was quite odd. Matty was always bugging her about something....It almost worried Ianna.
Until she remembered that Matty could take care of herself and didn't need her anymore. That thought was just slightly better than her dying. Ianna had only been a passing need in the woman's life, and now she was just a tool to find wands.
Hell, the owners of said wands hadn't even come in to visit her. Sure, she may be crazy, but she was still a person.
And she missed her shiny wands.
And the owner was now bringing the wand in to see her! Or something like that. PAtrick was on edge with Iamel missing - the kid hadn't come back but he was going to go check out the Birdcage after this current voyage. That's where Iamel had run the last time he skirted off - to the Birdcage - and that's where patrick had found him, clinging to Shanuh.
Hopefully he had run to the same place. For all Patrick knew, he could have tried to find Diacyn or something and didn't and is freezing to death...the thought made him shudder, even as he peered inside of the headquarters.
He cleared his throat lightly before stepping inside, chewing on his lower lip.
"Ma'am?"
Ianna snapped out of her thought process and put her book down, looking over at the dark man. Immediately, she could tell that the man was troubled.
"Come in, come in..." she murmured, standing up and smoothing out her pants and shirt. The woman damned near looked as if she never changed her clothes. Which she really didn't. Amazingly, she didn't smell.
"Is there something wrong?"
"Nothing with the wand, no.." His voice was soft, still a mutter and he let his head shake a little. Patrick wore a new outfit every day - it was doubtful he's ever worn something more then twice. H ewas a spoiled mamas boy, really, to the core. "I was just wondering..."
A hesitiation, glancing down tot he smooth ivory thing in his hand, lips quirking into a frown, "About the gender.. I mean.. will it be a boy or a girl? How can you tell? And..uhm..how long will it take to be something other then a wand or that wisp you were talking about?"
Ianna nodded her head. "You won't know until it's born. I don't think even Matilda knows the gender until it's born..." she smiled a little bit. "And it'll only emerge when it's felt as though you accept it, and are ready to take the next step. It won't be born until it's ready."
She paused and sighed. "And I wasn't asking about the wand, you have a downed energy about you. And something's wrong."
He sighed softly, staring down at the wand with something like frustration. What could he do to 'accept' the wand? It was...a wand. Hell, Iamel didn't..
...Iamel.
The thought of his son sent his thin shoulders slumping, running a hand over his hair with a faint scowl, head shaking. "My kid..he's super possesive and when he found out someone else was moving in - he doesn't even really get the wand part yet - he freaked out. Ran off."
Another frown, eyes going back down to the wand with a sigh. "...I don't know where he is. I tried looking for him but...the kid's slippery. I think he's at the Birdcage. I'm hoping he's at the birdcage."
Ianna frowned. "If I could get ahold of my daughter I could have her 'see' for you...But I'm afraid I'm in much the same boat. I haven't heard from her in...a week now." her eyebrows furrowed. "But she's an adult, so I guess the situation is slightly different."
She sighed. "I can try to look for him using my crystals, if it would put you at ease..."
Ianna really wasn't a bad person. She may be a little frazzled and sometimes sarcastic, rude, or vulgar, but she had a good heart. The stress of her jobs kind of made her a mad woman most of the time though, and talking to 'herself' never really helped.
Already the woman with the frazzled silver hair was moving towards the counter where the book of Life and Death lay, and the roster, appointment book, and various other objects cluttered. She hopped over the wood and leaned slightly against the counter thinking. "If you want."
" 'See'?" He replied, eyebrows knitted together. Patrick was skeptical of magic (although he didn't freak out like Modread did) but..he believed in it. Enough, anyway. "...I... please?"
There was helplessness in his tone, looking at her and needing her help. He wasn't any good at parenting. Whoever thought it was wise to give THIS guy a crapload of kids was a bad person. Fingers continued to rub the wand slightly in his nervousness, the little thing of ivory being worried in his grip.
Sadly, when Ianna went to go look, she wouldn't be able to see the little copper-headed woodpecker. What she WOULD be able to see, though, was a lot of snow. A WHOLE BUNCH of white stuff, twisting and soaring, maybe a flash of gold here and there...but no Iamel.
Iamel was in the snow. SOmewhere in the city. Somewhere near the university.
Ianna pulled out her crystal and looked into it, concentrating until the clear glass started to glow a soft red color, and then fill with images only she could see.
"He's somewhere where there's a lot of snow.." she murmured. "I'm guessing he's in it...and I see...a school...?" she murmured yet again before the crystal stopped its glowing and she was left with a mighty headache.
She didn't have much magic, but when she did use it, it often drained her quite a bit. Needless to say, she didn't use it often. She had only recieved this particular gift from her daughter, and it was recent.
"I should say he's fine, though. If he weren't, I would have been able to tell. Does he know anyone who likes snow? That could be another thing." she blinked her silvery eyes and lifted a hand beneath her glasses to rub at them. God, she was seeing spots.
"He has a friend who's addicted to snow and cold s**t but he doesn't know where he lives.." Patrick frowns, moving over to the woman worriedly. "Did that hurt you..? I'm sorry! Do you need a glass of water or something?"
See? He didn't worry -only- about Mordread or iamel. Patrick had a deep-seeded desire to please everyone. All the time. To make people cofortable and happy, etc.
Ianna shook her head a little bit, sitting on the stool that had been placed behind the counter. "No, no, it didn't hurt me. It just took some energy to do it. I'm not naturally magically gifted, you see. I have certain abilities only because of my daughter. Who came from a wand much like the one you have there."
In fact, she had the wand. Matilda had grown past the need of wand, and could control things with her hand and mind. She reached down and picked up a beautifully crafted silver wand with a blue crystal, round and glowing, at the top. "She grew up too fast for my liking though. She's an Ancient now. She's the one who trapped the soul into that wand, and into all the wands.
There are two others, beside you, who hold wands and were trusted with guardianship. You'll meet them eventually. But there will be many more as well." she murmured. She had gone off on a tangent, but she often did that. People who were around her had to get used to it sooner or later.
As the guardians would be spending a lot of time in the headquarters with their children. The children would be almost pulled here, for the most part. It would feel like home.
Of course, the big tv and the other things didn't exactly discourage them.
"Anyway, back to your son. He's probably with his friend."
"s**t, I hope not.." He frowned a little, head shaking once more. "That little owl is going to rip my EYES out if Iamel went to him crying and cold. But I hope he's okay.." Voice softening, glancing up at Ianna, lips quirkinginto a faint grin.
"So we're all going to have these fast-growing kids that we'll utterly adore and they'll end up being all powerful and amazing?" His nose crinkles, glancing down to the wand in his hand. "...so when I hit thirty, this kid'll be grown?"
Ianna thought a moment. "It's possible." she said. "The children grow at their own pace, nothing will be same with any of them." she smiled and gave a small tiring yawn. "But yes, for the most part, they grow pretty quickly. Matty reached Ancient in two months..." her voice had a small twinge of sadness to it.
She missed her adorable little girl.
"Oh." His voice is quiet, chewing at his lower lip softly, staring down at the wand and squinting a little bit. "I don't want it to grow THAT fast..I like kids and Mordread would be sad if it grew up that fast..."
Another nod, chewing at his pierced lip before looking back at her, "You said she had magic powers? Something like that? I...Will this kid have that? I mean...magic? Y'know?" More blinking, head ducking slightly. "Sorry if I'm asking too many questions just...the first two were thrust on me. I didn't know a damn thing and.." A shrug, "I don't want to scream like a girl this time."
Ianna looked at Patrick and smiled. "It won't grow that fast. Matilda was very special. She saw what her growing up so fast did to me, and she slowed the process down completely...It'll be far longer than a year, even three or ten, before your child leaves your home."
She paused. "Yes, Matty has powers, and so will your Kitsune child. Powers will be based on what they were in their previous existance. Since he was a kitsune, and I believe, a messenger for Inari, he should be magically inclined. All children from the wands are.
You see, the spell cast by Matilda only captured magical creatures and people who died a horrible, unjust, or wrongful death. Something that should not have happened and caused great suffering.
But...none of us know how they died until they go into the past as a teenager. Matty may know, but if she does, she doesn't tell me. Do you understand?"
"Oh...I guess that's good then.." His voice was soft, fingers still petting over the kitsune childs wand, nose wrinkling softly. "I suppose that's good.." Nodding distantly before glancing up.
A horribe, unjust and wrongful death? And they'd find out when they were hitting puberty and had all those hormones and..oh dear lord. "This is going to be fun," His voice is soft, a slight mutter, shaking his head with a sigh. "Yeah... I understand. it's just..it's sad. No kid should have to find out all that gory s**t when they're hitting puberty. What if they get depressed or something?"
Ianna thought about it and sighed. "They most likely will. But Matty had a reason for doing it the way she did. You'd have to talk to her to find out the reasoning, and she may not even tell you."
She looked around the room. "She doesn't tell me anything much, really, except where the wands are and very scant details. She also warns me when a guardian enters the shop so I can be as pleasant as possible." she smiled a bit. "And not look so mad as to scare them off..."
As she trailed off, a light filled the room and a woman with long, light blue hair and silver eyes entered the room. She was quite beautiful, almost looking like a goddess bathed in all that light and a long white dress, silver embroidered into a swirl around her body...which was quite...perfect, to say the least. She looked young, too, not older than twenty five.
"You're talking about me, mother?" she asked, a smile on her lips as she walked - no, GLIDED, to the counter and leaned against it.
"Really, don't you know that's rude?"
Ianna stared, dumbfounded before rage touched her silver eyes. "WHERE THE BLOODY ******** HAVE YOU BEEN?!"
Patricks eyebrows went up at the sudden appearance of the odd woman, looking rather unimpressed. Sure...the girl was cute enough but...she wasn't Mordread. icon_razz.gif
"This is Matilda?" Patrick tilted his head to the side, giving the other a brief one over before palming his wand into his left hand. The right hand was extended for a polite handshake. "I'm Patrick. Uh..the fox things gaurdian, I guess."
Matilda and Ianna stopped their bickering enough for Matilda to give him a polite nod of her head. "I know who you are." she said before going back to the screaming match she had with her mother.
Ianna looked about ready to cry as she screamed. "ENOUGH!" and Matilda went silent. She may be all powerful, but Ianna was STILL her mother.
"You had me worried. You may be an adult, hell, an ancient, but you're STILL my daughter and I DONT LIKE TO WORRY!" Ianna sniffled and Matilda hugged her.
"Sorry, Ianna." she said softly and sighed. "I had business...But I think you'll like the business I took." she moved over to the couch and picked up a small child, wrapped in a soft white blanket and handed her to her mother.
"One of the wands went haywire and this little girl decided to make her appearance and skip all stages straight to infancy. Since we have no guardian for her, and I know how much you miss having a baby around...."
Ianna immediately burst into tears, grabbing at the little girl and holding her to her chest. The child gave a gurgle of protest and thrashed about wildly in her arms but slowly settled down and sucked at her thumb. "Oh she's precious...."
It seemed Patrick had been forgotten for the moment.
Patrick didn't mind being forgotten; this was an interesting play in parent/child relationships. So he just stood there, eyebrows arched, lame (compared to a baby. <3) little wand in his hands while they cried and cuddled and the baby wriggled and...
"She's cute."
There came his low voice again, interrupting the peace, giving them both a little crooked grin. "Should I leave you two alone? Because if myself and little reborn Inari here are gonna interrupt something, I can go hunt down Iamel.."
Ianna suddenly remembered Patrick's presence and giggled softly. "Oh nono, it's fine." she said, cooing at the child again. "This is what you'll get when your wand evolves enough." she smiled and turned to Matilda.
"What is she?"
Matilda rolled her eyes at the emotional state. "She's one of the Irish Sidhe..." she looked at the baby. "She had a particularly horrible death..." she sighed and looked over to Patrick. "I hope you're up for the challenge, Mister White.
"...I don't think I am." He blinked a little bit, eyes on the two women. Them and their emotional states made him glad that he was a gay guy. He didn't know if he could handle water works like that on a day to day basis.
"I mean... I've never raised a kid before. My son hates me! I mean--" He started to breath a little harder, Matildas words making the poor boy freak out, "What if ALL my kids start to hate me?! What if I'm HATEABLE?!"
Matilda had kept her composure perfectly and she moved to sit on one of the couches, crossing her legs. "Your son doesn't hate you, he's upset. And jealous. Your children wont hate you, either. They love you. Even the wand baby will love you very much."
She paused. "And Mordread, that's your lover's name right?" she paused again. "He'll grow to love you too. But be careful, he'll want kids. And he'll want a way to get them too. Naturally. Biologically." she smirked, watching for his reaction.
Ianna was too busy cooing to Coailiann.
He wasn't freaking out over that - he wouldn't mind having spawn with Mordread. At that comment, he just blinked and shrugged, "Only way for that to happen is like...the GMFC. Fat chance of that ever happening."
Patrick snorted, looking back down to his wand and let himself pet it gently. Somehow, the soft action let him feel...connected to the baby somehow.
"...I like kids. I like helping people. I just...I don't want to ******** up."
Matty shook her head. "You won't. I see that, and I see that you're a good person who loves his kids. Your kitsune obviously trusts you, or they wouldn't have chosen you."
She looked over to her mother. "She looks incredibly too happy."
"Some people are natural born parents." His eyes were on Ianna, shrugging slightly and sighing, poking the wand back into it's place in his sleeve, where it liked to 'settle'.
"I don't happen to be one of them but...some people are. Mordread is."
Matty giggled a bit. "Yes, well..Mordread will help you. He cares about you, and he cares about your daughter too. He'll care for your other children too." she gave a little sigh and took a deep breath. Being outside her own realm was a bit taxing.
Eamane shifted the grip she had around the little boy in her arms. She'd gotten Gael to watch Tirio but Ayu was a bit young to leave with teen and so she'd brought him along on her shopping trip. It wasn't long until she found herself in front of the GotP head quarters. Perhaps a short visit wouldn't be a bad thing. She kissed the tussled hair of her unicorn baby and wandered up the path to the door she remembered.
Voices came from inside and the little elf almost shyed away. Silly anti social she scolded herself and pushed the door open "Hello?"
Patrick turned when he heard Eamane come in, eyebrows arching up a little bit. "Mordread is going to go baby-crazy. I fear for my life."
He grins, hopping back and frowning. "I should go and look for Iamel...Diacyn might've eaten him or something."
Matilda looked to Patrick. "Go find your son, but I assure you he's fine"
"I have to find him anyway." He smiled blithly, glancing back to the two women. "Thank you both very much." Voice soft, skirting past them and out the door, glancing at Eamane as he hurried out.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 12:01 pm
Ganty knocks on the door, before somebody could open she leaves a small package in front of the door and leaves into the dark. Inside the box was a small vial with some kind of colored goo in it, you also find a little note. Quote: Please take good care of this vial until Christmas, maybe something nice will pop out from it for you. Have a great Christmas and a happy new year!
- Ganty
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 3:32 am
[reserved for more Patrick blathering]
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 6:56 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 1:33 pm
Dear Livejournal wanna be,
HOLY ******** s**t. This kid is ******** ADORABLE. Okay, okay, so I got to the island and brought to a room, right? Right. It's a decent room - a cradle in one corner, though.
Eh. Babies. Totally not my thing.
So I peek out of my door and start shrieking about finding a baby and, to my best ******** luck, there she is! The girl who took care of the little baby until now, and she took me to her.
Oh. My. ********. GOD. The little girl was so goddamn cute. She was just there, asleep on the bed, this little bundle of feathers and a teeny little beak. I almost melted right on sight. She was just -SO- ******** cute.
So we talk. And I feed her. name her too - Lahela. Means 'Innocent lamb' in Hawai'ian. She is, after all, a science experi--s**t. I need to write my report for today. Goodie.
She can sit up and her voice is this croaking little squealy thing... I don't think her vocal chords have kicked themselves in yet. She IS still growing, after all. She can make her needs known, though.
On an added note: The wand started a-wispin. Not just like an 'arrrr, mateys! It's DAMP out!' type of mistingness...like a serious, hardcore type of mistingness.
It's dark blue and black, like the tail and the feathers, and the little ******** was trembling when it started. Now it's sorta calmed down - I have it leaning against some stuff. I'm kind of paranoid about squishing the smoke.
Dunno why. I won't let lahela get her little feathery claws on it either. I think the wispyness means that baby thing that psycho chick was talking about was coming out and being alive~~ And all that jazz.
We'll see, though, right?
Anyway... off I go. She's asleep and I just hung up with Mordread - I should be sleeping too. Thank god she isn't new born.
-Patrick
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 7:26 pm
Well..he was back. It was the day after christmas For those who don't know about us narking with time - he was back from the Island and there was a feathery yearling parrot girl strapped to the front of him. she was bouncing and clacking her beak together, little feathered arms waving in the air as Patrick, her and the wand moved into the wand shop.
"Ianna? Matilda?" He called out, glancing around.A little bag was tied around the front of the wand, keeping the wisp from blowing away amidst the cold wind that day. "It's Patrick! C'mout, C'mout, wherever you are! The thing is molting!"
Ianna stepped from the back room, a small smile on her lips as she bounced the cooing Coailiann in her arms. Her left arm seemed a little better than before, and she seemed quite happy at the moment.
She had finally fed the little Sidhe without the food being spattered all over the walls.
"Ahhh, so yours is the second to grow to a wisp, Patrick. Congratulations. How's it---" she paused seeing the little girl. "Oh! She's precious!"
Coailiann cooed as she looked over to the birdy and made a little sound, which actually made it seem she was trying to chirp LIKE a bird. Hands clapped gleefully as she stretched them out, making little grabby hands.
Ianna shook her head. "No, Kay."
"Yeah, he turned into this wispy little thing on the boat ride to get Lahela." The dark man paused before glancing down, grinning at the little parrot in the baby-thing, strapped to his chest.
"THIS is Lahela, actually. She was a scientific experiment, I'm getting paid to take care of her like a parent but gods--" The boy put the wand securely into his back pocket (where it was less likely to be grabbed and used harshly) before unhooking the parrot girl, lifting her up easily. "--Isn't she bloody adorable? I swear to god, I melted. Mordread had a happy-mommy type fit. It was cute."
A crooked grin, a ring-covered finger moving to rub the top of the girls beak. She trilled, softly, eyes flutering closed for a brief second. "She's a doll, too. Just...kind of insistant sometimes. How's yours?"
Ianna sat herself down and set Coailiann down on the ground. She immediately started to crawl around the room, putting random things in her mouth. "Coailiann!" she said with exhasperation and stood once more, picking the babe up and putting her in her playpen instead, handing her a teething ring. "There."
Once her daughter was situated she looked to the darker man. "Oh, rebellious and loud as ever..perhaps you'd like to put Lahela in the pen with Kay? And...Well, wisps are usually the shortest stage, from what Matty says..." she paused. "It'll be a baby ghost soon."
"Does that mean I don't have to worry about it blowing away then?" His voice pitched to something almost desperate, cuddling the little girl close before moving over to that little pen.
"She won't try to hit her or anything, will she? Lahelas bones are hollow and I'm a little paranoid about them breaking.."
He frowned down at the clacking, chirruping baby in his arms. Rebellious she was as well... Girls. PAH.
Ianna shook her head. "Kay isn't violent." she said softly and watched the little girl chew on her teething ring. "She's actually a sweetheart, when she's not rebelling against something or another."
The woman paused and then shook her head again, remembering he had asked about the wisp. "You have to be careful with it, still. This is it's most delicate stage."
"Okat..." His voice was soft, rubbing the other babys beak before moving closer to the pen, giving her cheek a soft kiss. A quiet laugh at her squaking croak and he put the little girl down into the pen.
"It's a kid... always have to be careful of them anyway." he shrugs slightly. "What'll happen if it gets blown away? I mean... is it dead? Or just...not visible?"
Ianna gnawed on her lower lip. "If it's blown away, it should regather but....the baby may be slightly deformed...." She didn't really like the sound of that...not at all.
Deformed babies didn't look cuddly and cute. And it wasn't very nice to do to a baby anyway.
Ianna offered Patrick one of the comfortable seats on the couch and sat herself down on one herself, abandoning the stool behind the desk. "Sit, if you'd like to." she murmured, eyes watching the two girls.
Coailiann looked positively enthralled by the parrot-girl and crawled curiously over at her, emerald green eyes giving a brilliant light off...as she did when she was actually interested in something and reached out to gently stroke. "Gurgleglifuh." she managed in her baby speak, giggling and clapping her hands afterwards. She was smart, but hadn't quite said her first word yet. She was still only about five or six months old.
"I don't want to deform it... I was just scared. Now even more so." A grin, slightly nervous, and he shifted his thin body to rest on the seat of the couch. That frame sank a little, his head tilting back to squint at the ceiling.
"...when's it become a baby? I mean..smoke and wand are pretty easy, but I keep freaking out about when it's going to be a real flesh and blood baby." He was always a curious creature, speaking more to the wall then to Ianna. "We've decided on names, though. Yashima, for a boy. Ayame for a girl."
Lahena clacked her beak once or twice in confusion at being left, arms flailing with a loud trill. her head twisted to nibble at Kays neck, prying tongue sliding at lap at the skin near her beak.
Hrm. Weird taste.
Instead of biting down to find out, she just wriggled, hand rising up to pat at Kay as well.
Ianna reached at the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water for herself and then looking at him. "Eh, it's not a stupid being. Your baby will come when it's safe, not when it's dangerous, so that should rest your fears."
A pause. "Those are lovely names." she said "Would you like anything from the fridge?"
Coailiann didn't know how to react to being nibbled at and was still and silent for a moment before giving a little squeel and mimicking the bird baby, nipping at her with her little mouth, which had several tiny teeth in it.
It wouldn't hurt the bird however, and she giggled, clapping her hands again. "Buh!"
"Well, I figured 'Inari' would bring the wrath of the gods on my head and 'kitsune' would just be redundent." A soft snicker, head shaking before he turns back to the girl.
A faint smile, colored nails drumming gently on the edge/arm of the couch. "Water? Juice?" He liked juice. Juice was good. XD
She squealed none the less, small frame wriggling. A little move and she was crawling. Surprisingly flexible for a small thing, she wriggled her way around the other, croaking out a shrill noise. "Ghada!"
Lahelas words werent exactly smooth...but she had one.
A nod and she pulled out a bottle of apple juice. "I would have thought you'd choose a beer myself." she chuckled and closed the door, handing him the bottle and unscrewing the top to her water.
"Mmm, yes that's logical. Are you nervous or excited and happy or...?" she was curious at how the darker man was taking it.
Coailiann giggled and gnawed on her teething ring instead and then offered it to the other little girl with glee. Such a cheerful little girl at the moment. She had a friend, or so she considered already.
"Anuhbah!"
"I'm not a big drinker ta begin with. And I like juice." he snickered softly, tucking his legs up against his chest. "Juice makes you feel better and refreshes you...alcohol numbs the senses. I don't like senses being numbed. Pisses me off."
Dark eyes slant back to the girls playing in the pen. Unbidden, a smile pulled at his full lips, leaning a bit on the arm of the couch. "..nervous, I guess." a shrug, glancing back at her with a little frown. "Excited, 'cause Inari is like..my favorite god EVER but...not exactly happy. I never thought that I would ever have kids - let alone so many."
"Burrbagh?" She creeled out, pecking and gnawing at the teething ring, downy feathers puffing out with a churr. Her head tilted a little bit, nipping at the hardened thing.
Lahela twisted her frame around, beady black eyes peering at her father, searching with a croon. "Dabah!" Croak, chubby hands banging on the teething ring, as if showing it up. "Daaabaaah!"
Ianna gave a chuckle. "Yeah, well you're good with them...and Yashima or Ayame picked you because you were right for them." she smiled and watched the children.
"I can see that you love that girl. I love my Kay as well. Trust me, I was not a baby person until I found Matilda..." she chuckled again and looked over. "They're sweet together."
Coailiann poked at Lahela and giggled again, trying to get the little parrot's attention. Kay was an attention whore.
"You sound like Shanuh. He said that Iamel picked me too...but Iamel seems pretty ********' miserable with me."
A quiet grumble, glancing at her with a faint smile, peeking back at the girls. "I think Lahela is happy to see a kid her age. 'Ccording to the monkey girl - Ruby? - she's the only Boundless her age right now."
A soft sigh, shaking his head and taking a chug of his juice.
Her head swiveled back to Coailiann, croaking out something off, beak clacking again and her small frame crawled past the sidhe, hands moving up to pat at the silverish hair.
"Geee."
Ianna smiled. "All kids go through that phase sooner or later...but...It'll get over with." she gave a sigh. "Lord knows I'm still going through it with my daughter, and she's an Ancient...though she's only been around....a year." she blinked. Had it been a year already?
Coailiann looked to Lahela and gave her somewhat of a child-baby-like hug, cooing and offering her a teddy bear.
"I swear though, Coailiann is nothing like her sister."
"Meh. Him and Akuti argue a lot... I'm praying Foxkit and Lahela get along.." A slow smile, head tilting to peer at her with a soft chuckle. "A year is pretty fast for kids who grow quickly. I've had Iamel since...
"October?"
Head tilt, studying of the teddy bear. "...churr?" Voice slow and hesitant, leaning against Kay before grabbing at the bear.
It promptly got its ear gnawed on.
Ianna gave a smile. "She was grown within two months. She saw how much it hurt me but..." she shrugged. "That's why she altered the spell a little bit. "She didn't want anyone else to go through what I went through.
"They'll get alone fine, I trust that."
Coailiann gave a possesive little squeel as the bear was gnawed on and pulled it back "NO!"
Ianna blinked...Kay had said her first word. "OH MY GOD!"
He couldn't help but laugh, softly, nodding a little bit with a faint, amused smile. "I hope you're--" Kays voice broke through the silence and his eyes snapped open, facing the other with a faint gawk.
"..whoa. She just talked." Grinning a little bit, hopping towards them, his juice still in hand.
Lahela stared at the other, those little beady eyes filling up and... she promptly starting her shriek/croaking, writhing and wriggling on the floor, trying to get away from the angry one.
Ianna ran and picked her daughter up, swinging her around. "You talked! YOU TALKED!" she kissed her all over her little face, much to the infant's displeasure as she squirmed and squeeked.
She looked over to the little girl in the pen as she started shrieking and started to sing, her voice soothing and soft. Hopefully, that would calm them both down.
The singing didn't help the angry little parrot girl. Her arms flailed still and upset eyes were on Patrick as she squaked. Fingers grabbed at him, as close as she could, little baby self wriggling over to him.
She was still croaking.
Patrick sighed, bowing down and scooping the girl up. She croaked and shrilled once or twice before quieting down, beak nipping at his shirt affectionately.
He grinned crookedly, fingers moving to rub the soft downyness, his voice apologetic. "..she's not used to girls 'cept for the monkey girl who took care of her."
Ianna gave a little nod of her head. "Well, it seems she already adores you." Ianna returned to cooing and kissing Coailiann, who, in displeasure, starting screaming and wailing.
The woman sighed and stopped, cradling the girl in her arms now and looking down at her. "Silly girl, you need to learn that crying and screaming isn't going to get you places. You can't always have what you want.
Coailiann's bright green eyes looked to the dark man and the birdie. She didn't have any clue who HE was, but he was holding her new friend. Which she didn't exactly LIKE at all. Small hands made grabby hands as she reached for Lahela, whimpering as if she had been kicked.
She didn't exactly have much interaction with anyone but Matty and Ianna, and those two were weird.
"We've gotten used to each other," He agreed, smiling a little and pressing a soft kiss to the little bird-girls forehead, nuzzling tenderly.
"She thinks Mordreads ears are fun but other then that, she won't let anyone else hold her." A wrinkled nose and he glanced at the sidhe, who was whimpering and grabbing at his daughter. "Put them back together? Coailiann seems ot like her."
Thus, the birdie was put back in the pen.
Lahela squealed and waved her arms about with great glee, giggling n her weird bird way, croaking over to Kay. The small feathery tail fluffed up, trilling softly.
"Mah!"
Ianna chuckled a little. "Perhaps she'll let her other father hold her someday. How are you and Mordread doing anyway? Good, I hope?" She moved to the pen and set the little Sidhe child back in, moving back to the couch and sitting as she had before, watching her girl.
Coailiann, pleased to be out of her mothers arms, immediately skiddaddled to Lahela, clapping her hands with glee and reaching out to poke the little girl...softly. She was still facinated with the fact it was a bird. "La!" she called, offering the teddy bear again. Maybe Lahela had realized it wasn't food now!
"We're..." His face grew hot at the mention of his kitty lover, glancing away with something like...bashful ness? Not shame, oh no, but...bashful! It was kind of..cute, in a way, to see the big bad tough looking boy getting all bashful over the mention of someone else. "We're...really good."
A clearing of his throat, glancing back up at her, "Iamel adores you, I hope you know. The coin collection has him fascinated. He doesn't even glare at Akuti when she walks by!"
"...la?" She crooned, blinking those big black eyes at that poke. Chubby fingers took the bear and she nibbled at his eye only once before patting it on the head.
Giggle~ "Laaaaaaaaaaa. Bayah."
Ianna's eyes brightened knowingly. "Oooh...." he nodded her head. "I see. Well, that's lovely. I suppose me taking the kids that day..." she trailed off, heat touching her face as well. "Well, I'm glad I could help." she smirked as she took a sip of her water.
"Well, the kid's a sweetheart, at least, to me. I figured he just needs to be shown that he can be likeable if he wants. Also glad I could help in saving the adorable girl from him. How does she like the doll?"
Coailiann seemed relieved when Lahela stopped trying to eat her toy and then patting the bear as well. "Eeewah." she said, the name she had had for the bear. Eeewah...Ianna had no idea what it meant, and neither did Coailiann, but she liked it. It was pretty! Just like the shiny buttons used for the eyes. Coailiann liked shiny things.
"It wasn't like.. I mean..." He flustered out something stupid, head ducking a bit and rubbing at his cheeks, peeking back up at her shyly. "...yeah, thanks."
At her comment about Iamel, he glanced up again, lips slowly curling a slight frown. "He can be cute when he's with his friends, or it's just me and him...but he can be seriously...possesive. In a sort of scary way."
Lahela liked color. The little bear wasnt so colorful - so he just got another pat on the head and a confirmation of "Eeewah," Chortled out and she craned her head once to the side. Just making sure her Daddy was still there.
Arms rose and flailed again, small frame leaning over to nibble at the Sidhes scant hair gently with a trill. "Huuuwaaaaaah."
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 5:30 pm
Oh, how Patrick loved this Lobby. This is where he brought his children when Mordread needed to sleep in, or they simply wanted to come see Ianna. Shockingly enough, Iamel was usually the one who demanded to see Ianna. The woman gave him shiny trinkets that no one else had and didn't treat him like a bad kid or even a kid with wings.
He liked that.
So that's where they were now. One pipsqueak gaurdian of death was playing a video game at one of the televions, a half-horse superstition was settled on the couch with a coloring book and carefully making sure to draw inside the lines, a baby bird-anthro was stuck in a baby playpen and happily chewing on some cold rings and the last baby was strapped to patricks chest, a meerkat, asleep once again and looking angelic.
He wasn't.
Patrick himself was just leaning up against a wall, the fox messanger wand in his hand, stroking at the soft ivory quietly. The little wisp had grown a little more tangible, a little less like just a puff a smoke and more like something that was meant to be there, especially after the last day or two. The dark mans eyes were distant, partially on his children, but out in the distance, wondering what life would be like with this next baby in it.
Three babies.
Two children.
Five kids under the age of ten, all in teh same house.
Oh, god they needed to move soon...
Once more, opening that wooden door in the dusty shop and appearing here was a great surprise to Daniel. He blinked at the increase light, and then at the increased population.
How many kids?
His pale eyes darted behind his glasses until they rested on the dark man leaning at the side, his expression far away as he watched over the other inhabitants.
And softly stroked a wand in his hand.
Almost automatically the 'shifter's fingers went to reassuringly touch the warm weight of the wand at his belt. After returning to Kel, after the initial shock had worn off, an interesting leather attachment had been made for a belt; the wand slid snugly into it, bottom half secured, like a scabbard almost. The soft, flickering feathers that adorned the top were free, only a little crumpled by their stay under the coat. Thinking of that, Daniel shrugged out of said item and laid it carefully across the back of a nearby sofa, silver-traced hand resting gently on the wand.
"Greetings," he called to the other man, hoping to snap him out of his reverie. He hadn't met another wand-carrier before, and what was that odd wisp?
The kids paused in what they were doing and looked at him as well, rest assured. The winged boy scowled, turning back to his smash-and-kill game, the little satyr girl smiled and the baby...continued to gnaw on her teething ring. SOmehow she could do it without having a usual human mouth - beaks were sometimes hard to chew with.
Bah.
His eyes flickered up at the voice of another person, blinking a few times behind hsi thick glasses. Seeing his full on face would be a bit..shocking as well, considering teh amount of piercings he had littering his skin and the brightly colored plastic that filled him.. Patrick was a living display of piercing art. But he smiled, a faint but kind smile... the type of smile someone tolerant of children and strange people would have developed.
"Hello. So Ianna roped you into one of the kids too?" Patricks voice was low, nodding gently over tot he others wand. He was better at talking with boys then girls.. It was more relaxing.
Akilah, in his pouch, didn't like patrick moving so much. He chirruped his discontent before his head tilted to one side, successfully falling asleep once more.
Daniel smiled somewhat wryly as he came to share wallspace beside the colourful man. He seemed somewhat more of a shadow, his brown hair and pale blue eyes unassuming behind the glasses, the blue shirt and black trousers disguising him effectivily as any other Gaian. But where his shirt sleeves were rolled back, they revelaed a lacing of silvery scars on his pale skin, and that same wry smile revealed pointed canines.
"Roped in is a good name for it," he commented, crossing his arms across his chest as he peered curiously at the little meerkat child. The wand hung comfortingly against his hip, brown and firey to the ivory pale of the other one.
"You walk in, unsuspecting, then next thing you know, you're told you get to have a baby inthe next few weeks." He monotoned, lips quirking into another faint grin, tucking the tip of his own wand into the front pocket of his jeans. It slithered down so only the tip was showing, the black mist curled around it quite cheerfully. "What's yours, then? A mermaid? The wind of the West? Eros?"
Akilah seemed to know he was being studied and thus opened the big dark eyes he possesed, peering at this strange, pale man for a long moment. He was just a newly born little child but he still knew strangers when he smelled one. Daniel was on the recieving end of a not so nice churr from the meerkat before Patrick pushed the blue and yellow binkie into his mouth. A few sucks of that and Akilah was out like a light once more, his little tail curled up under him.
"Tell me about it." Daniel sighed as he removed the fire-wrapped wand from his side, twirling it absently round his fingers before holding it up in front of him. "Apparently it's a Phoenix, or will be. I mean, my fiancee is normally the one who gets these children thrust upon her..."
He glanced slyly around at the full room. "And if these are all yours, then I'm guessing you at least are no stranger to the idea."
He grinned, studying the wand closely, leaning in a bit, "Does that fire burn?" His voice is low, hand moving to take his own wand back out. The little wisp was still there, hovering, gentle, and the little tail and feathers were moving just slightly.
"This one is going to be a messanger of Inari. A fox thing, I'm pretty sure. That's..about it though." A soft laugh, head shaking with a small smile.
When Daniel mentioned the children, Patrick just grinned, a wide crooked smile, sli shoulders rising into a shrug. "What can I say? Lahela," He nodded to the little bird girl chewing on her teething ring, "Was offered to me for money and a house to study. Akilah was just luck." A fond pat for the little meerkat (who churred sleepily), "And bird-boy and the horsie girl were things I purchased that...turned into children. Without warning, mind. At least HERE they tell you.."
The shapeshifter nodded, slightly bemused, at the little creatures playing around the room, before remembering he had been asked a question.
"The fire? Um, no... you can tell it's there, it flickers against your fingers and it's vaguely warm. But not burning." That would have been something to look out for. He looked over at the other wand, the wisp clinging to the end of it. He was sure it was vaguely transparent; he moved his head slightly, staring at the little thing.
"So... the wisp.. comes from the wand?" He held his own precious spice-smelling one towards the wisp and its own wand, wondering what it would do.
"Yep...started when I went to go pick up, Lahela." Dark eyes fluttered back down to the wand, fingers moving to stroke over the cool ivory length. "Supposedly..it's how the kids come back, y'know?"
A quirk of a fiercely pierced eyebrow and he glanced over to the pheonix wand again. "Do you think yours will be a boy or a girl?"
Daniel blinked. "I'm not sure..." He gave the wand an intent gaze, as if he could see into its depths and the spirit inside. "As far as I knew, all phoenixes did was rebear themselves, so had no gender... of course, I'm most probably wrong." He flashed a quick, disarming smile at the other man. "It feels kinda male to me..., well," he said, hastily correcting his own possibly misunderstood words, "it feels like the spirit inside is a boy. ut who am I to guess," and he shrugged. "Feels odd though, not being able to give it a name. 'Little wand' isn't right for everyday usage." His smile quirked. "Can you tell whether this little wisp is a boy or a girl?" He dipped his head corteously to the purple coiling wisp as he did so, unsure of how sentient it was as yet, and not wanting to insult it.
he laughed at the others words, nodding slightly and pausing at the smile. If he could blush, he probably would. Pretty things smiling at him were always a little weak spot of his.
"I can't tell, no," The science geek murmured lightly, letting his eyes slide back down tot he wand. The wisp was just bobbling there cheerfully, and Patrick smiling again, fondly. He adored his children, of yes he did. "But I get the same feeling.. More male then anything. Maybe we're biased? I call it foxboy anyway - not like it talks backc but... comforting."
A soft laugh, twirling the wand slowly between thumb and forefinger. "Either way, theyre bound to be cute...right?"
"Cute, I guess so," and the shapeshifter laughed, taking off his glasses with one hand and rubbing them on his shirt. He peered through them for a second before replacing them, and then grinned. "That's a bit better. Foxboy.... less of a mouthful than phoenixboy. Much easier on the tongue," he admitted, leaning the back of his head against the wall and yawning slightly. "Sorry, late night."
In fact he'd spent the last night not roaming the moors, as was his usual reason for late sleeping, but studying this cinnamon-smelling wand. Where had it come from? A desert? It felt so dry, that vague warmth arid... He must ask the Ianna woman more about it sometime.
"It'll be easier when the damn things are humanoid...ish... and can be given proper names. It's damned hard to name something without a gender thus far." That was his only gripe thus far - he wanted to know the gender, damnit. Ah well.
He'd find out eventually.
"No problem.. Me too. Lahela's teething and Akilah isn't too prone to sleeping in the dark unless he's curled up tight against someone else, so ..lots of waking up with us too." A faint smile, peering down at the meerkat nestled against him with a soft laugh. "...these are going to be interesting times. I'm almost positive these kids will have magic.. It'll be...interesting.."
Daniel nodded, that though also striking him. He blinked.
"I don't think any of Kel's kids have magic.. apart from Alex, but I know it's not much. And this'll be a new baby too, I guess..." Laurel had just grown out of the teething, the wailing, the sleep patterns... he thought they'd escaped it. No such luck. He brushed the brown fringe out of his eyes irritably. He really should get a hair cut...
"How long did it take to grow to wisp?" He inquired suddenly, running a finger thoughtfully down the firey wand. "Maybe as it grows older it will be easier to tell the gender?" He couldn't remember whether Ianna had said they grew into babies after wisp or not.
"For foxboy?" Patrick paused, eyebrows knitting together as he pondered that, gazing at his wand once more in thought. "About...a week and a half? Two weeks? It wasn't too long or anything.. nothing like a real 'pregnancy' length."
A faint snicker, head shaking as he rubbed the back of his neck gently. "Ianna said the wisp was the shortest stage, though..so hopefully it'll be something...else? soon enough."
Daniel had wondered about that too. Some beings that came from items, he knew, just *poofed* one day and were there. In this case, it was a lot more subtle, the being truly 'coming from' the wand...
"I remember seeing Coailinn," he said finally. "The wisp will form into a baby eventually, right?" He tapped his fingers on the wand, turning his address to it. "I guess I just have to have patience, huh little thing."
TBA.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 5:35 pm
Today was..a lazy day. Well, as lazy as a day with two kids and two babies could be. Iamel had distracted Akuti from her books with a movie he had rented from Blockbuster. He'd watched it with Diacyn and now he was addicted to the damn show, complete with jumping asian people, long sticks, knives and flying kimonos. Akuti had found the music and the story enchanting and, for once, the two of them were settled together in perfect silence on the couch, wide eyes on the television. Mordread was with them, on the nearby chair, his dark tail draped over the arm of the chair casually as his wide green eyes took in all the action on the television screen - the twisting frames and the sakura blossoms.
Lahela and Akilah had found a strange comfort in each other - the hyper a** little mufasa wanna be was younger then Lahela but still a little bit bigger then the bird-girl. They sat (or laid, in Akilahs case) for hours just croaking, chirruping, trilling or chattering at one another and didn't bother to translate for anyone else. It was cute, in a way.
Patrick was simply lounging on the kitchen counter, butt settled firmly on the top of the wood-colored top. He'd already started packing their things up to move - they'd be moving the 31st of the year, officially, to a newer, bigger house. Iamel was, as predicted, soothed at the thought of having his own room, all to himself, and Akuti was still thrilled at the prospect of rooming with a sister instead of her grouchy older brother. Mordread was happy because of the babies and the babies were happy because they were in a family and safe with their position in life.
It was good. Patrick himself was happy, for the first time in a long time. He had kids who needed him, a lover whom he adored, a better paying job that didn't require him to be in a lab, 9-5, five days a week and sell his soul... Hell, he was getting a house. Without his parents aide or money or anything... It seemed like a highly good dream and one he wasn't severely prone to trying to wake up from.
That thought in mind, his eyes drifted back to the small ivory wand in his hands. The wisp had grown more solid since he had been on his way to the island. Iamel hadn't tried to kill it or anything (a shocking thing) but Patrick suspected once there was a baby instead of a wisp, he would feel differently. He grinned, the movement faint and just barely twisting his mouth and pulling at his piercings so it looked like some multicolored giant was smirking at the world, and allowed his fingers to brush over the written words carved deep into the tender ivory. They were inlaid with a soft blue paint and it tore Patrick up that he didn't know what the hell it said.
"So what's hiding in you, fox-kit?" He murmured, voice low. His voice drew a glance from Mordread, but the kitty boy soon went back to watching the movie. Dark fingers, brightened up by neon green polish, moved over those rune-like markings, eyes narrowing to study them. Through the few weeks he'd had the wand in his possesion, Patrick rarely went without it - it was now becoming something of a worry stone. Something beautiful and smooth to stroke and --
He was cut off from his train of thought when the damned thing started to shake again. Patricks eyes went wide and his voice went dead as the wand continued to tremble, the wisp slowly twisting around itself, funneling more and more into its own wispy body. The dark black and blue matter in turn twisted around the wand, levitating it off of Patricks hand to tremble there, for a short moment, a large body of...of wandness and smoke.
"I--" Was all he could choke out, eyes wide. In his mind, soft whispers began, nonsense words of pleasure of being out and being awake - did Patrick want him? He did...didn't he?
Oh yes. Patrick clamped down on that thought very firmly, fingers moving to touch the little wandghost as his other hand held the two close together. "Oh, yes, I want you.."
That satisfied the little wandering kitsune spirit. With a sigh - in his mind, yes - the little soul continued to whisper things, some pictures flickering briefly before falling quiet. It was...a baby?
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 9:09 pm
Growth Quest Purchase (Icly, of course, unless you want to buy from a minishop) A toy in preparation for the baby. Also, set up a nursary or living space with him in mind ^_^ You may RP it out with someone else, or write a story about it yourself.
"Now, what should we buy for the foxkit, Akilah?" Patricks voice rang through the large toy store like a drop of water sounded in the ocean - it was just a small ripple in the tide of things. There they were, in one of the biggest toy stores in the world, and he had a baby meerkat strapped to his chest. If that wasn't odd enough, he had all of the colorful bits put into place and was wearing arm jewelry, plenty of rings, his glasses and a mesh shirt. His wallet was hidden by Akilahs baby bag - diapers and some crickets for him to injest, a comb, detangler... anything that he could and would need before the end of the night when they returned for the night.
They were both on a mission this day - Mordread had ordered them to find decorations for the new babies bedroom. Sure, depending on the gender, it'd be rooming with Lahela and Akuti or with Akilah, but the baby needed his own side of the room to call his own - something decorated just to suit him. Maybe pick up a toy here and there.
Akilah craned his head up to see his father and his lips split into a wide grin, hands banging on the taunt rubberish, mesh covered material that was strapped to his stomach, holding him there firmly. When he saw he had Patricks full attention, the baby-sized meerkat shrieked happily. The sound was loud and piercing, falling to an end with a happy chitter of baby meerkat. A little bundle of white and black fluff, Akilah burrowed back against his father, chippering out with a pleased little croon when the others in the store stopped to look at him.
He liked the attention. Patrick, however, did not. Dark eyes rolled and his one hand fell to the baby bag where the little ghost and wand were resting, calmly, between the diapers and the bag of crickets. He didn't trust it at home, with the children and only one mordread to keep an eye on all of them. It would be scary as hell, oh yes. Patrick didn't want to come home to see chaos ensuing...thus..he had at least the psycho meerkat with him while Akuti visited the superstition store and Iamel...hopefully Iamel was playing a video game. Ugh.
Akilah, bored with the surroundings, squealed again, this time demandingly. Patrick got the clue and got moving. What he was looking for would be difficult... The kid was going to be foxified, right? Japanese, he knew that, and...well...a fox. He'd want something warm and soft and ********' hell...damnit.." His voice was soft while one hand went to ruffle the shrieking and giggling meerkat pup. It soothed Akilah marginally, that nearly prehensile tail waving happily from the little hole he cut for it on the sack the other was strapped into. "What can you get for a baby? A rag doll?"
That sounded like a good idea. To the toy area it was, then. There weren't too manny people in the way and those who found themselves pressed too close to the little cute thing on Patricks chest soon found themselves being churr'ed at in a very unhappy tone by that little cute thing. Sadly, none of the 'boy' aisles were equipped with rag dolls - or dolls of any sort. Instead, they went to the rather gender nuetral aisle filled with stuffed animals, toys and plastic balls.
Akilah was fasinated by the plastic balls, grabbing and trilling at a bright purple plastic ball that was about the size of his head (minus the ears). Figuring it was harmless to let the kid ******** around with the toy, Patrick grabbed it and handed the ball to the chirrupnig (now very pleased) little meerkat as his eyes scoured the shelves.
Something in the back of the third row up caught his eyes. Behind the barbies and cheaply made plastic horses, someone had stuck a pair of plush asian-appearing dolls. They were simplistic in style, with yarn-like hair and small beaded eyes. One was dressed in a small pink kimono outfit with matching shoes and a hand-bag. The other was dressed in a chinese outfit, dark red, with the same hair and matching shoes. Min-ling, the second was called, and the first was Kiko? They even sang when you squished them!
It was just right for a baby - it made noises that weren't painful to the ears, soft, pliable, easy to chew on and were dressed the way of the kids natural place to live. What else could he ask?
The 200g each was a bonus.
"Perfect!" He huffed triumphantly, mind wrenching back to the present when he heard teh squeal of Akilahs sharp little teeth rake over the tough plastic of that little ball. The dark man flinched and pushed himself off with a soft grunt. "Stop that, Akilah... We have at least ONE toy... you have to put that back.." When Patrick tried to tug the ball away - the little ******** bit him!
BIT him! "YEOWCH!" He shrieked, jumping up about two feet into the air. Akilah, satisfied that he had preserved his ball, just chittered at him and went back to gnawing on the ball.
"...right. The dolls and the ******** ball. Gotcha. Spoiled little fluffy s**t."
"Churrrr."
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"This is everything I ordered?" Patrick frowned, scouring the small list of things he purchased for the baby. They were moving into the new house in just a few days and the little bedrooms had to be set up. Akilahs already was - Mordread and Patrick had decided that even if the baby WAS a girl, she could stand to room with Akilah until they got a bigger place or felt like altering it around to suit everyone.
As he had promised himself, each child had at least half a bedroom to themselves - painted and decorated how they saw fit or would when they grew up to form their own opinions. Akutis was earth toned with dark browns and greens, her bedcover much the same as it had been at the first house. Lahelas was a pattern of color and tropical looking. Akilah? Purples (since he seemed to like that color) but otherwise with tons of Lion King memrobelia. THAT had been fun buying... Iamels room was just... odd. Lots of shiny things, dark colors and he hadn't wanted a bed. The child preferred his little hole of a 'nest'.
Weirdo.
But for the wand kid...that was a dilema. Patrick had, in the end, opted for a light blue paint with a soft black border. With how the kidlet was turning out thus far... well, it all worked. Right? The smoke was the color and maybe the kid would have blue and black hair or something.
It'd all work.
Somehow.
His lips pursed, raking over the crib/bassitnet he'd ordered, the changing table (all three babies got their own), the toy chest, the dresser and the highchair... All of them were for the wand kidlet. Akilah and Lahela had recieved similar treatment and were face with their belongings with glee.
"Time to set this up then.." The dark man settled himself down at the table that the specialty furniture provided for guests that wished to draw out their wishes. "Mmkay... Time to design this ******** pencil sketched a rough box shape, pretty much to scale with the half of the bedroom the wand would be inhabiting. First to be sketched 'into place' was the crib. The crib itself was a deep ivory color - in fact, it WAS black ivory. Patrick didn't know where the hell they got it or how much it cost - his parents insisted on paying for the childrens things. They were damn glad that Patrick had 'settled down' and 'started a family'. How thrilled they were - and they wanted to come over and VISIT after they were settled in to the new house. Either way, the crib was in the shape of the inari shrine entryways - at least the ends of it were, with colored-to-match ribs between to hold the child. That would be placed near the window, with the black rocking chair next to it (Note to self, Patrick: Buy a deep blue pillow).
The changing table and the dresser would stand on the left wall, shoulder to shoulder, each of them a matching back with deep blue trimmings, small little foxes painted over them. The babies toychest would be opposite to them, again black with a blue trim and the carpet on his half of the room was a light blue, to offset the darkness of the furniture.
So...there it was. All of it.
His eyes stared at the paper that he had scrawled these plans onto, eyebrows knitted together slightly with a faint frown. "...so...foxie..you have a home at last."
The whisper in his head assured Patrick that he would be pleased.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 6:02 pm
Dear live journal wanna be,
So...the wispy thing went into something Ianna calls a 'baby ghost'. Supposedly that means I'm like one 'stage' away from getting a baby, according to the lovely wand shop owner herself.
I can hear whispers in my head. Baby talk. Pictures and feelings that this little fox thing is experiancing - I still think it's a boy. I've started calling him Yashima in my head, and when I talk to him. He doesn't seem to mind.
Lahela and Coailiann have become friends..whenever I go to the Wand Shoppe, she's with me, squealing and bouncing and ever so happy with her friend and she's learned to speak!
Oh, yes. My little fluffy feathered baby has learned how to say "********", "kill" and "no", all in one go. Mordread has yet to find out - thank god. He'll kill me when he finds out that whenever Lahela sees Coailiann she screams out, "******** KILL!"
It's scary, man.
I'm taking her back to the island sometime this week or two...she needs to get back and visit. Ruby'll probably be thinking I'm trying to EAT her or something.
PSH.
Anyway. Baby ******** kill.
Akilah is PSYCHO.
-Patrick.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 7:37 pm
It seemed the Christmas season was the busiest time for Ianna simply because in the last few weeks, so many wands had come into existance, that she had yet to find homes for at least one of them. The Christmas wand, ironically, had yet to find a home. It was sitting behind the main shop's desk at the moment, most probably collecting dust.
Ianna, on the other hand, was sitting on the couch reading the book she had been so rudely interrupted with to find the southern wand. Thankfully, she had found the owner the next day. And now, she was free - for the time being - and lounging in the headquarters.
Coailiann was sitting in the playpen - the damned contraption - happily gnawing on some slices of apple that her mother had given her. It had taken her a lot of crying to get them, especially after the stunt she had pulled with the apples previously, but she got them. She always got what she wanted! No more of that icky rice cereal.
And she was still peeved at that cat boy for peeing on her. She wasn't a toilet or a diaper! WHY was SHE peed on? Pausing in her apple-gnawing, she took a delicate sniff at herself. Nope. Didn't smell like pee anymore. At least her mother was good for something. She smelled perfectly like a rose - just how she liked it.
"Hellllllo~" Patrick called out as he entered the shop, grinning a little bit as he wandered into the area where Ianna and Caoiliann were settled. He had a baby ghost wisping on his shoulder, the little blue and black 'tail' fluttering a bit as they wandered inside and Lahela and Akilah on his back and his front, respectively.
"How've things been, ladies?" Ianna was on the recieving end of a rather dashing smile, since..patrick was like that, as he unhooked Akilah. The small meerkat squealed happily, bouncing and jumping in his little carrier as he was released.
"CHIRRUP!" he squealed, giggling and wriggling all the more, little paws waving.
Ianna looked up from her book, slightly annoyed at the fact that she was interrupted in her reading - until she saw who it was that was speaking. She placed the book down and sat herself up, smiling at the darker man. "Well, long time no see, Patrick, how're you and the kids and lover boy?"
Coailiann looked over at the brood that Patrick brought with him, mainly the meerkat. It looked too much like a rat for her to handle and she scoooted, quite fearfully, to the other side of the playpen. "RAT!" she squeed, her little green eyes widening.
"We're okay. Moving soon. Iamel has actually accepted the two little buggers. I was surprised." Patrick paused in seeing Caoiliann being so afraid of he little meerkat. Akilah trilled happily, arms waving happily, his tail curled slightly under him.
"Gat!" Lahela squeaked from behind Patrick, ittle finger-claws squeezing gently together, flexing on the broad band of cloth on her stomach. "Gat! Kyuah!"
"You alright, Coailiann?" Patrick asked, eyebrows furrowing a little bit as he crouched beside the pen. Lahela giggled at the moving and Akilah simply peered curiously at the little Ghost. One more squeal from the meerkat. "This is Akilah. He's just a baby, like you. Like Lahela."
"Kwaheela!" Said the little parrot. She was in a jovial mood today.
"Well, I suppose that is a miracle..." she paused. "I found two more coins for the collection I started him on, by the way." she smiled. She was kind of fond of the little woodpecker...
Coailiann seemed to calm a little bit at the sight of her birdy-friend, but the little meerkat was still making her terrified. It looked too much like a rat for her liking. She didn't know WHY she was so afraid of it, and that made it even worse. Coailiann didn't like not knowing why something was happening, especially if it was happening to her.
The little sidhe scrunched up her face and curled up crying softly. "Rat..rat..." she murmured, her little rear end wiggling as she tried to 'hide' from the little meerkat.
"I don't think he'll mind." He smiles faintly before frowning at the fright from the meerkat. Akilah whined softly, wriggling a little and his father sighed, putting the little animal on his shoulders. The meerkat squealed softly, wriggling back into his favorite position - straddling Patricks neck from behind, legs around his neck, arms wrapped as far around his head as he could reach.
"Chrrrt." He mourned, black ears laid back against his skull. Patrick just grumbled and shifted the gear, unhooking Lahela so he could put the little bird girl near Coailiann.
"Gat!" She squealed happily, crawling over to Kay and collapsing on her, preening her litle silver hair gently, feathery body curled close. "Gat, gat!"
"I don't know what's gotten into Coailiann." Ianna said, her brow creasing as she moved towards the pen. "Tis not a rat, little girl, why are you so afraid baby?" her gentle hands stroked the little girl's fine white hair.
Coailiann seemed to calm at her mother's touch and her little green eyes peered out, staring at the meerkat. "No rat?" she whispered, slowly uncurling and sitting up. She was still shaking a little bit, however.
When Lahela crawled to her she smiled sweetly and patted at the birdie, seeming to cheer up greatly at her friend. "La!" she giggled, green eyes glittering just a bit.
"Not a rat," He agrees, one hand reaching up to ruffle the little meerkats back gently, fingers curling around his little tail. "He's a meerkat, baby. Nothing close to a rat, not at all. Cuter then a rat."
"Churrr..." Akilah seemed to agree, gnawing softly at his fathers hair, small tail curling around the others fingers. Black eyes, always curious, drifted over to Ianna, wriggling a little bit against his fathers head. "Churr?"
Lahela clacked her beak already, nibbling more at her hair before flapping her wings/arms enthusiastically, huffing at Coailiann. "Kah! Gat kah!"
Coailiann smiled a little at the darker man and reached out for him, tentively. Or maybe she was reaching out for the little meerkat. It still looked like a rat to her, but if the big man and her mommy said it wasn't, then it wasn't.
She was temporarily distracted, however, by Lehela nibbling and flapping around. "Ooblah?"
Then she noticed the baby ghost and blinked, waving at it. Hi ghostie? she would murmur in her mind, wondering if it could talk back.
Akilah was a bad, BAD child. When Coailiann reached out to touch him, lips peeled back slightly and he chittered at the other girl, hands twisting almost harshly in the dark mans hair.
Patrick yelped and jumped a little bit, eyes wide. "Akilah! Don't do that! Damnit!" The meerkat ignored him, nails digging in and tugging, huffing a little as Patrick stoof, winding a little bit.
Lahela giggled, nibbling more and bouncing still. "La gat! Lat gat kah!" Where she was talking in a babyish talk, the baby ghost couldn't, not yet. It could send images, though, and feelings. When Coailiann 'spoke' to him, she recieved a curious little feeling, little fragmented 'thoughts' of the world and of her and everything.
Basically, she recieved a 'hello, faerie thing' type of greeting, the small flurred ears atop of the ghost quirking
Coailiann, to put it lightly, completely freaked out when Akilah chittered at her. They said he was a baby! A...Meer...Meer...Meer thingy! But it acted just like a rat! Now the poor little Sidhe was very confused, and even more frightened than before. Her little hand snapped back and she curled up in a little ball, careful of Lahela. In fact, her little head found Lahela and buried it in her feathers. "Bad!" she whimpered.
Big rat bad.... the little Sidhe said in her mind, almost ready to cry.
"Coailiann, please don't be afraid. He's just a baby, just like you are, ok?" His voice is quiet, tugging Akilah away from his head to cuddle the diapered child to his chest. Akilah churred faintly, looking abashed when his father bapped his nose quietly in remorse. "He won't hurt you, darling. He doesn't bite."
Lahela wrapped her arms around the others small body, beak nibbling along her head, rocking her gently, despite being just a baby. "Bah," She agreed, chirping gently, "Bah gat."
shhhh... THe little baby ghost whispered, finally moving around Patrick to hover in front of kay. Bad? He didn't understand bad, or big or rat but he understood her fear and her tears.
Once more she was slightly calmed down, both by the blue and black baby ghost and Lahela. Her green eyes peeked out and she offered a shaky smile, a few tear-stains on her pale white cheeks. "Tay." she answered childishly, slowly sitting up and balling her hands into fists, wiping her eyes.
The little Sidhe was very confused. She didn't know why such a little thing would frighten her so much...She didn't like not understanding!
Little hands moved to stroke at Lahela again, nose nosing at her in affection, green eyes staring at the baby ghost. Another hand went out and gently touched the solidifying smoke. Not enough to make anything go wrong, just enough to show her appriciation. She knew what it was like, being that, even if she hadn't been it for long.
Tankie. she murmured in her mind again.
"Okay," Patrick said softly, sighing and stroking slowly against the meerkats soft fur on his stomach. THAT caused Akilahs eyes to droop closed, crooning softly under his breath, slowly sinking into sleepiness. "Best way to keep him calm," He murmured, glancing over to Ianna, "Pet his stomach and he melts."
Lahela giggles quietly, little feathers floofing up in pleasure at the nuzzling. "Yah," She chirruped, "Yah fah gat." A firm nod, nibbling more at her friend, at her ear, litle frame wriggling.
The babyghosts tail flickered once as he floated his way back to Patrick, hiding behind his head almost shyly. He'd comforted and now was the time to go back to his Companion.
Ianna had been watching silently the entire time, not being one to comfort very well. "Most children are like that, especially anthros, I think." she answered, glad that Coailiann was calm yet again.
Coailiann eached for her apple slices and offered one of them to the little parrot, giggling. She seemed back to her normal self now, "Apple!" she cooed, taking yet another piece and putting it in her mouth to gnaw at it. Green eyes moved to look at Patrick, thought better of eating the last apple slice, and offered the slobbered on fruit to the darker man, her innocent eyes sweet.
"Well, Lahela was the first anthro I had..and she haaaates it. With a passion. She likes being petted, though, when it's putting her feathers back into order." He grinned, shoulders rising into a faint shrug as he continued to pet, "And Akilah...is psycho. I fear for when he can walk."
"...chirpt?"
"Yes, you, you little ******** Mufasa mouthful."
Lahela looked up from snapping at the apple, managing to get a mouthful of apple. "********?" She chirped, bouncing slightly, eyes alit. "Fuscking! ********! Eee! ******** went pale under the pigment, momentarily forgetting his offer of apple from Coailiann. "...did...d-did..."
Ianna...almost died laughing. At least Coailiann's first word had been something simple, like 'no'. But ********? That was just absolutely bloody hilarious. "Welll..." she said, taking a deep breath. "Congrats, Patrick."
Coailiann blinked. "Fu..cking?" she mimicked her new friend and then giggled. "******** ******** ******** style="color: darkblue">
That got a glare from Ianna. "Oh...great." she muttered. "juuuust great. Thanks Patrick." it was a joking glare, of course, but eh.
"No! No, Akilah, Lahela. That is a very, very bad word. You shouldn't say that." He huffed a little, head shaking. "Good for speaking but BAD word."
Coailiann was happily mimicking her friend. "******** ******** ******** fuuuuuccccking!" she was clapping her hands and singing it in almost a sing-song voice.
So all three babies were pretty much being potty mouths, and it was funny. At least, to Coailiann, who had no idea what it meant.
When Patrick started talking again she paused and looked at him with a quizzical look. "Bad?" she asked sweetly, now gnawing on the apple she had offered him. Since he didn't take it, it was HERS.
"Stop saying it," Patrick pleaded with the children, huffing over at Coailiann. "Very bad. Mommies and daddies don't like you to say stuff like ********!" Lahela giggled out anyway, chomping on the last of the apple with a happy churr. "********, dah! Kah ********. Mordread is going to KILL me."
"Kill! ******** Kill! Kill ********! GEE!"
Coailiann was a good girl, for the most part, so she shut up and simply settled for gnawing on her thumb, since the apple had run out. New teeth were coming in, but since she was a good baby she didn't cry to let that be known.
People should just watch her enough to know what she was in discomfort. She WAS the princess, after all! Or, so Ianna kept telling her. Green eyes looked with amusement at Lahela and then giggled. "Kill! Kill!" she squeed and then dove for the blankie at the other side of the pen to hide. The dark man was getting frustrated!
Indeed, he growled quietly, shifting to hook Akilah back into the front of his two-seater for both children. "C'mon, Lahela. We're going to get you home so Mordread doesn't freak out."
"Kill!" She squeaked again, turning tail and trying to race to Coailiann - before being scooped up by her father. Another squeak, writhing in his hands and huffing, jumping slightly in his grasp. "Gah! ********! Dah dah dah dah no!" Lahela shrieked, wailing again as she was pulled away from her friend.
The wand looked on in amusement.
Coailiann peeked innocently out from beneath the blankies and gave a pitiful kind of whine as Lahela was plucked away from her. "LA!" she screeched, reaching out and just narrowly missing the baby's wing. Then she started to cry. Loudly.
Ianna blinked. "Well, they seem to get along lovely." she murmured, a glint in her silver eyes as she watched.
"And I'm sure they'll have a lovely lesbionic affair when they're older but for now.." He sighed, twisting the carrier around so he could put in the squirming infant - who kept screech/wailing, little body wriggling against his hands before she got snapped in.
Lahela whined and wilted, falling limp against the carrier. "Kaaaaaaah," She whined, little clawedness reaching out, flexing for her friend.
"Mmm, Maybe they will, maybe they won't. Good luck with Mordread, by the way." she commented. "He'll be thrilled she spoke."
Coailiann whimpered and settled herself down, clinging to her blankie and then...a piece of half chewed apple fell out. Oh! Idea! Coailiann snapped the apple up and chucked it. Right. At. Patrick's. Head.
It would, in fact, stick to his glasses (was he wearing them.)
"OHBAH!"
Her finale retaliation before she settled into the pen and started to suck her thumb again.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 7:39 pm
Coailiann sat quietly in her playpen, as she usually did, gnawing on apples. Her mother had gone to find yet another wand the previous day, and was napping on the couch, one of her magazines flopped over her face to shield her closed eyes from the light coming through the windows.
And for once, Coailiann understood that her mother needed rest. She longed to scream and yell and make a lot of noise...but no, she would be a good girl.
Good girls got to see friends and eat apples and stay away from that god awful rice pudding! So, a good girl is what she would be.
Amparo sighed as she was led by two men into the Wand Shoppe. Of course, until they realized they didn't know how to get into the Headquarters.
Smugly, Amparo led the way, and looked around as she entered, frowning. "Ia--" She stopped her yell when she saw the sleeping form, and looked amused. Her wand was in a belt loop, held securely there by a piece of string.
Antonio looked around curiously, frowning. "It's so big." He muttered, walking out towards the middle of the room. He stopped when he saw a play pen, and curiously moved forward.
He saw a baby. Antonio made a face and stepped away from the play pen, shaking his head. "There's a baby in there." He mumbled at Amparo and Jonathan's curious glance.
Jonathan snorted. "You're not afraid of babies, are you?"
"Do you want to change the diapers?"
"... Right then!" He turned to Amparo. Amparo rolled her eyes at the boys, and walked to the play pen, smiling.
"It's Coailiann." She replied, rolling her eyes at the boys. "Honestly."
As always, Patrick came to visit. Here he came, this time, with the little wand fluttering above his shoulder and Lahela strapped to his chest like usual.
And...there were new people? Eyebrows arched as he saw two - no, three - other people enter the Wand Shoppe. How odd.
So the lanky,dark man followed them inside, grinning a little as he heard their discussion about babies. Lahela, hearing Coailianns name, waved her hands and gave a sharp squeak.
"Kay lah! KAAAAAY! GYAAAAAH! ********!" She squealed, wriggling happily. Patrick winced and rubbed his temples, glancing to the playpen, lips pursed. Damn.
The man still wasn't sure what to do with it. A wand. Take care of a wand - he could do that, he really could. D was good at taking care of things, it was something he'd been told he'd excelled at.
Perhaps it was his typical gentle nature, or the fact that he didn't have much of a spine. Whatever the case, the man with the pink hair, his business suit, and briefcase (as well as his free hand holding the wand) made his way into the little shop.
Upon entrance, he did pause to look up, his eyebrows arching over his glasses. It seemed that this place was quite the popular hot spot for, well, many types of people. He knew none of them, and had only wanted to stop in on his lunch break to (perhaps) have a word with Ianna.
He saw a crib, and a few folks scattered around it. There were a variety of folks - and some even had wands of their own! Well, at least he wasn't the only one here, that made him feel a bit better. Everyone at the office wondered why he was bringing a staff in - but then, everyone at the office thought him rather strange anyway, so taking care of a staff was (by all means) nothing short of surprising.
Making his way over to a corner (he didn't want to disturb anything or anyone) he did blanch when he heard something - someone - another baby? scream <********>. Who would teach their child something like that, D didn't know, but heaven forbid he stand on a pedestal and preach.
It wasn't like he was a father. Yet.
Ianna had only been sleeping for a good ten minutes before she heard the quiet voices of Amparo and two males she didn't recognize. She figured, since they were quiet, they were respecting her rest. Thus, she did not stir.
Not until the screeching parrot anthro made her jump about a foot in the air and roll off the couch, hitting her head on the coffee table. "********!" she cried out, rubbing her head as she sat herself up. Three of the guardians were now in the headquarters. At the same time. Was something wrong? "Urm...Hi guys.." she murmured sleepily. "Something up?"
Sleep-disoriented eyes moved from Amparo, to the two males with her, to Patrick, and to D. And then to Coailiann.
Lahela was here, meaning the silence would end and Coailiann would start up her screeching...and the profanity she had learned from the parrot.
Unfortunately, she was right.
It seemed she was getting better at the baby babble.
Amparo glanced up when she heard someone come in, and arched an eyebrow slightly at the man with the bird-child. She looked faintly amused, but kept her mouth quiet as she watched.
Soon enough, another man with pink hair entered. Antonio arched an eyebrow. "Well this is a regular hot spot, isn't it." He muttered, looking around calmly at all the people now standing in the Headquarters.
"They all have wands?" Antonio looked over at Amparo, who shrugged.
"I dunno." She replied, rubbing her neck sheepishly. When she heard the parrot child screech '********!', she couldn't help her amusement. Antonio coughed, trying not to laugh, and covered his mouth hard.
Amparo turned when she heard Ianna, and smiled sheepishly. "Hello, Miss Ianna." She greeted. "Uh, the boys just wanted to see the Headquarters." She rubbed her neck sheepishly.
Jonathan waved from the spot behind Amparo, and Antonio moved up in front, waving sheepishly. "Hello." They both echoed in unison.
"I--sorry, Ianna." His voice was a mutter, unhooking the squealing, screeching little parrot-anthro. If his skin was light enough to see a blush, it would've been dark with embaressment. As it was, his head merely ducked to hide it.
"Only so many can be baby-sat at once and you know she adores Coailiann.." A sheepish smile before putting Lahela down into the pen. The baby-ghost hovered about his shoulder before fluttering over to Ianna, the black and blue cloud of baby fox nesting on Iannas hair momentarily.
"New people. Oh Hello too." A faint grin.
Lahela crawled over to Coailiann quickly, squealing loudly once more. "******** style="font-size: 9px">D continued to watch the procedings quietly, still a bit taken aback. He clutched a little tighter at the wand in his hand, part of him feeling foolish for even bothering to enter.
Maybe his questions should have waited? But, at the same time, they couldn't wait! He was going to be a father - He, himself - a father. He'd have to take care of a child who was supposedly going to come from this wand, and part of him wasn't sure he was ready for it.
Oh, he wouldn't trade it for the world, not now - but he was a bit worried. Pre-paternal panic, really. He'd never expected to have children so soon, much less a child that would come from a wand!
But, stranger things had happened.
Like babies, screaming "********", and a little floating blue spirit. "Oh, don't mind me," he hastily explained, kind of holding up his briefcase, as if that explained everything. "I can always come back later!" Just in case she was busy.
He hadn't expected quite a crowd.
"Really, it's no problem guys." she said sleepily. "I just didn't get a whole lot of rest, found another wand last night and..." her eyes stopped on D. "And the new guardian has decided to grace us with his presence." she gave a yawn and wiped at her silver eyes, standing up and walking to the mini-fridge. Damned be magic, she needed coffee.
"Patrick, you know damn well you and your spawn are allowed here any time..and that goes for all of you." she yawned yet again, pulling a piping hot cup of mocha blend from the fridge and closing the door, bringing it to her lips and instantly sipping at it.
She sputtered and whined. Damn, she forgot how hot it was.
"You're welcome to stay, D. I know you have questions, and Patrick being the most experianced with wand-dom could probably help you out."
Coailiann instantly hugged her little anthro friend and gave a little coo of pleasure. "La!" she said gleefully, "********!" she said again, earning her a glare from her mother. "Oops." she murmured, looking down. "Sos!"
Her way of saying sorry.
Antonio eyed the babies with curiosity, moving closer to the pen cautiously. "... They're so tiny." He mumbled, frowning. "Are they always that obscene?" He looked over at Patrick curiously, arching an eyebrow.
Amparo rolled her eyes. "You could introduce yourself, 'Tony." She pointed out, jabbing him lightly in the side with her finger. Antonio wiggled away from the offending digit and glared at his mother.
"I'm Antonio." He greeted, holding out his hand to Patrick. "It's nice to meet you." He smiled at him, and then looked at the babies again. "... They're still really tiny."
Jonathan snorted and ruffled Antonio's hair. "They're babies. They're supposed to be tiny." Antonio glared at his uncle and fixed his hair cheekily, grumbling.
Amparo sighed and pinched her nose, shaking her head at the boys. She looked over at D and smiled. "You're a new guardian too, then?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 9:51 am
Dear livejournal wanna be,
So..alright. The wand is a baby ghost thing. Met some guy. He was pretty hot and really nice, so on and so forth. He has a wand as well, so I highly doubt this'll be the last time he ever graces my eyes again.
Yashima should be growing soon. He has his own little half-room, so that's where I put the wand to sleep now. He still talks in my head. GOD I hope that doesn't continue when he grows up - it's ******** creepy enough, thanks. I'm kinda nervous as to what'll happen when he goes baby, though.
What's he gonna look like? I mean...according to the smoke (Oh, GOD. According to the smoke, for christs sake) he'll be like..black and blue colored and with at least one fluffy tail. Hey, it works for me, man.
Akilah and Lahela are getting along... I think.
I shudder to think what THREE BABIES are going to be like. Holy christ on a platter.
I think I'm gonna die.
DIE I ******** TELL YOU.
I just had four spontanious heart attacks.
DED.
-Patrick
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