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 Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 5:40 pm
"Y'know, Lilewam is the PERTIEST girl in WHOLE world. You lucky have Lilewam as datter." The little girl sitting on the couch beside him for the umpteenth time. "Lilewam is best datta ever! Better than any other datta or son could have! Daddy lucky to have summun great as Lilewam as a datta." Lera giggled, bouncing a bit on the couch.
The orc sighed, nodding once. Modest, Lera was not. Annoying, she was. While Akheper cared deeply for his little girl....it was times like this that tested his patience. He was used to energetic and gregarious children, but his Lera was something else.
"And Lilewam is the smartest datta ever, and the nicest, and-" The little girl continued, paying no attention to her father's ever-growing agitation and annoyance. She started counting off her perfect traits on her six "fingers", ignoring the fact that she couldn't count yet. "Lilewam is the awesomest, and the pertiest, and the nicest, and the bestest, and- is Daddy listening to Lilewam?" The child frowned, noticing that her father wasn't paying attention to her and her alone. Claws dug into his arms a bit; not enough to break the skin, but enough to gain the rest of his attention.
Akheper sighed, looking down at the claws that pressed against his skin. "Lileram, let go." he said, his voice gravelly and rumbling deeply as he gently pried her fingers off of him. "Child, enough is enough. I have a headache." he said, his expression stony and stern.
Lera frowned, crossing her arms. "But Lilewam didn't do wrong. Just tell truth." she said, huffing. Why couldn't Daddy appreciate her awesomeness like she did? And why wasn't he agreeing with her? She wouldn't stand for this! "Lilewam is bestest EVER!" she yelled....directly at her father's ear. That'd teach him not appreciate how lucky he was to have her!
The orc winced, then stood. Without so much as another word, he picked the little girl up and headed out of the living room, down the hall, and to her room. "Grounded." was the only explanation he gave as he sat the child in the room, closing the door behind him as he left. With her lack of thumbs, it'd give him a bit of quiet while the child fought with the door knob. He sat back down on the couch, picking up the paper as he relaxed. Time to enjoy his temporary reprieve from the chatterbox.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 4:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 11:53 am
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 2:28 pm
Journal;
No wonder they gave me that child. They did noy want to put up with her. Chatter; that's all I hear from sun up to sun down, and sometimes in between. Whatever deity I pissed off, I am sorry. But nothing I could have done warrants this. Do not get me wrong, I do care for the child. But, if she were to lose her voice or to stop talking, even if it was just for a day, I'd be glad. Some humility and thoughts of others would be nice too, but I am asking for no miracles.
Since adopting little Lileram, I have known no peace. My books are left neglected, my newspapers unread, and my ears screaming to be put out of their misery. Perhaps she will grow out of her chattiness as she grows? I hope so, and I hope she grows soon. The sooner she grows, the sooner she will become more mature and less whiny....I hope.
This child is the most confusing creature I have ever had to deal with. Never before have I wanted to hug and throttle a person at the same time. She's endearing, but at the same time, infuriating. It's as if she lives in a bubble of ambivalence.
Alas, my writing time has been cut short. I can hear her whining from her room; it would be best for me to go see what is wrong now rather than wait until later when she's wailing. Until next time, Journal, for I fear I may not be able to speak to you as often as I used to.
- Akheper Maatka
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 3:09 pm
....Perhaps I should just put Sesame Street on and say screw it.... "Lilewam don't want to!" the little spawn screeched, hurling the book at the wall with all her might. "That book stupid! Daddy stupid! Lilewam wanna go outside!" The little girl glared at her father, daring him to defy her word. For she was Lileram, the best of the best, which meant she was in charge, whether Daddy liked it or not. Akheper inhaled deeply, reminding himself how much he cared about his little Leram. She'd been acting like this every time he tried to teach her to read and count. "Lileram Marishka. I will not tolerate such behavior." he said firmly, opening the second book. "You will be educated. No child of mine will grow to be a vacuous simpleton good for only the dregs of life. You will learn, and I will not tolerate such tantrums. Now, we shall start with the letter A, which sounds like-" "LILEWAM SAID NO!" the toddler screeched, tearing a page out of the book her father held so securely. How dare he go against her word! How dare he?!? "Lilewam no care what "A" sounds like! A stupid letter!" Akheper resisted the urge to smack the child, pulling the book away from the girl before further damage could be done. He needed a new approach....this was obviously not working. "How can you spell and write your name if you do not know how to read or write?" he pointed out, sighing at the toddler who was glaring daggers at him. Lileram was about to yell when she paused. Stupid Daddy may have a point. "Fine. Teach Lilewam, now." she commanded, crossing her arms. He had ten minutes to impress her, or the chair she was sitting in was going to say hi to his head. Akheper did his best not to smile as he wrote on a piece of paper. "L-I-L-E-R-A-M. That's your name, Lilewam, which is composed of seven letters of the alphabet." He smiled, noticing his daughter's increasing focus on the lesson. Of course! He should have made the subject about her earlier, since it WAS her favorite subject.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 4:57 am
It would be on a Saturday that you open your mail box (if you have one) and notice there is a rather thick envelope stuffed in there. There is no postage stamp and a very vague return address. But you recognize the font and the company's name. 'Seven of Seven Inc' scrawled in majestic font across the upper left hand corner. As you open it, you may strangely find yourself drawn to the letter, there is a mass of notes inside. They read as follows:
Letter Congratulations! You have managed to succeed in raising your child. (IE: Not killing him or her or getting killed yourself. Haha we kid of course.) We would like an update from you on the following: Guardians Name: Child's Name: Sin: Virtue: Gender: Current Attitude: Likes: Dislikes: Any abnormal growths: (if any, example: Feathers molting, horns growing larger, scars ) Current hair style: Current clothing preferences: Dominant celestial trait: (The sin or virtue) Please summarize in your own words how difficult or easy it was taking care of your child. Did you manage to care for them in a kindly fashion? Or were you forced to discipline them? As well do not be alarmed if you suddenly find your child achieving a massive growth spurt in the next little while. We are finding that the children from our facility have strange growing patterns and are rather unpredictable. Although please let us know if anything unexpected occurs. Sincerely the technicians from Seven of Seven Inc. Ps. Please just leave your letter back in your mail box one you have completed it our courier will pick it up. Thank you.
You would notice the letter seems overly friendly...strange since the scientist were so ...cold before.
(Just take the from Guardians name to Dominant Celestial trait and pm it to the mule, the summarization doesn't have to be long just have fun with it.)
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 11:20 pm
1: What is the name of the parent that you picked to study this time around?
Enki
2: What is the Virtue or Vice of the creature? Or was the one your studying a Neutral? Or is it Reshmi who doesn't fall into any of those categories?
Pride
3: What made you pick this person? Was it because you were more curious about them? Or was it something else?
Because Daddy keeps making a fuss about Lileram being too much like her sin. Which must mean he must be nearly as awesome as Lileram.
4: From the photo do you see anything right away that reminds you of you? Answer Yes or No.
Yes!
5: Name at least one thing you have in common with the one that your studying up on today.
Lileram and Enki both have green claws. Lileram's are prettier, though. Hers have shiny blue gems on them, which makes hers better.
6: From the reference material do you find that it sounds as though you have anything in common with this creature that isn't something physical? Answer Yes or No.
Yes
7: If you answered yes, what is it you have in common with the one your studying up on today other then physical traits?
Both Lileram and Enki are awesome at talking. Sadly, people don't appreciate our specialized art and call us chatty and annoying. Stupid heads.
8: What is it that you find the most interesting the one your studying today be it something physical or perhaps a skill that they might have.
Lileram likes that Enki is as eloquent as she is. It makes her happy to see that someone takes the art as seriously as she does. (( Daddy, please take the hint. ))
9: If you had one question you could ask of this person what might it be?
How does he deal with door knobs? Lileram really needs to know so certain people (Daddy.) will stop using that against her.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 7:23 pm
(( Note: Lileram's journals are typed up due to her lack of thumbs. )) Dear Diary, Diaries are lame, so Lileram is going to give you a name. She's going to give you a good one to. From now on, you will be Rasha, okay? Cause calling you diary is just stupid in Lileram's opinion. Since you belong to her, you deserve a better name. Not one as pretty as Lileram's, but definitely something better than "Diary". Sounds too much like dairy, and milk is gross. Blech. So, Rasha, Lileram has decided. Daddy needs a vacation. He's been a grump lately, and won't talk to Lileram much! Lileram just wants to share how awesome she is with him! She know he wants to know, too; he's probably just tired from work. So, this weekend, Lileram is going to help Daddy relax so he'll be in a better mood and listen to his Lileram. He should listen to her more often; he's lucky to have such a pretty daughter like Lileram. He got the bestest daughter; he should be happy, right Rasha? Lileram's hair is getting longer and prettier every day. Daddy even agreed. Someday, Lileram will be even prettier than she is now, if that's possible. Lileram will be the prettiest girl there ever was, and everyone will envy her and adore her. How could they not with how pretty and perfect her hair is? Lileram also got to play in the snow for the first time. She likes it; it's pretty. Not as pretty as her, but pretty. Lileram tried to make a snow angel, but the snow wouldn't cooperate and make it right. Daddy tried saying Lileram didn't do that right, but it was obviously the snow's fault. Lileram is perfect; she did exactly what Daddy showed her to do, after all. So, obviously, the snow was to blame. While the snow wouldn't make good angels, it did make sledding really fun. Lileram loves whipping down the hill on her sled! She goes really really fast! Lileram would like to say more, Rasha, but Daddy needs to use the computer. She doesn't know what could be more important than what she has to say, but you know how Daddy is. He's weird like that, but Lileram loves him anyway because he's her daddy and no one else could replace him. Bye Rasha!
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 7:47 pm
 Huh. This valentine seems to have taken up a spot where a skills class was supposed to be. Odd.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 5:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 5:55 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 6:07 pm
It would be on a Saturday that you open your mail box (if you have one) and notice there is a rather thick envelope stuffed in there. There is no postage stamp and a very vague return address. But you recognize the font and the company's name. 'Seven of Seven Inc' scrawled in majestic font across the upper left hand corner. As you open it, you may strangely find yourself drawn to the letter, there is a mass of notes inside. They read as follows:
Letter Congratulations! You have managed to succeed in raising your child. (IE: Not killing him or her or getting killed yourself. Haha we kid of course.) We would like an update from you on the following: Guardians Name: Child's Name: Sin: Virtue: Gender: Current Attitude: Likes: Dislikes: Any abnormal growths: (if any, example: Feathers molting, horns growing larger, scars ) Current hair style: Current clothing preferences: Dominant celestial trait: (The sin or virtue) Please summarize in your own words how difficult or easy it was taking care of your child. Did you manage to care for them in a kindly fashion? Or were you forced to discipline them? As well do not be alarmed if you suddenly find your child achieving a massive growth spurt in the next little while. We are finding that the children from our facility have strange growing patterns and are rather unpredictable. Although please let us know if anything unexpected occurs. Sincerely the technicians from Seven of Seven Inc. Ps. Please just leave your letter back in your mail box one you have completed it our courier will pick it up. Thank you.
You would notice the letter seems overly friendly...strange since the scientist were so ...cold before.
(Just take the from Guardians name to Dominant Celestial trait and pm it to the mule, the summarization doesn't have to be long just have fun with it.)
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 11:18 am
Quote: It hadn't been too hard to convince the old man to let him stay outside. Hell, with how quickly he agreed, Ferox reckoned that the guy didn't want him coming inside. Feh, see if he cared. He'd scrounged up a tent from the vast jungle that was their unorganized, careless garage, and had gathered his food for the night and other necessities. Like a blanket, a pillow, a lighter for the fire, and a set of tongs. The pride spawn stood back, looking at his perfect campsite. Tent? Check. Fire pit? Check. Stuff to set on fire? The spawn's eyes fell to the pile of books he'd' borrowed” from his father and the public library, a smirk tugging at his lips. Double check. Well, he'd done one hell of a job, if he did say so himself. And boy, did he say so. Glancing up, the teen noticed how low the sun had sunk, watching as it threatened to dive behind the horizon, the orange sun-kissed sky almost overtaken by the violet of dusk. The books were suddenly flying towards the pit, their pages fluttering and flapping in protest before crumpling against the ground, soon joined by their equally unfortunate comrades as the boy continued to toss them in. The last one came with an unexpected companion; an orange flame dancing along the pages. The pile ignited; the fire had been started. The boy settled on a pile of cinder blocks he'd arranged near the pit, closing his eyes and relaxing as he took a moment to enjoy the warmth that traveled with the expanding glow. True, he could have roasted the marshmallows he'd swiped from the pantry, or the hot dogs he'd pocketed earlier, but why ruin this peaceful calm? He could just sit here, relax, and just be. With a set up as perfect as this, who needed all the extra food frills? As the stars slowly began to work their way into sight, Ferox moved from the cinder blocks to the the grass, laying by the fire as he looked up at the sky. Normally, this is where a person would look up at the cosmos and contemplate how insignificant they are in the scheme of things compared to the vastness of space. But, in Ferox's case, he was comparing himself to that all-encompassing expanse; both were equally perfect in their own aspects. And, like the night sky, he was something that, due to it's unfathomable grace and beauty, demanded to be admired and adored. After all, he deserved that at the very least for gracing this world with his presence. Sometime, during this self-reflection and self-adoration, the pride spawn drifted off, slipping away into the realm of sleep. The boy jolted awake to the sound of a loud, banshee-like screech, a yell of alarm issuing from his lips as he tried to stumble to his feet, only succeeding to slip on the dew-covered grass he'd fallen asleep in. Ferox looked around, his eyes adjusting to what little light graced the nightscape of the yard. The yard was illuminated by moonlight, the fire's embers half-dead and the flames deceased. The screech trailed off into a fit of giggles, and red eyes narrowed as they fell on the source of the sound. “You should have seen your face!” The girl was still giggling at her fellow pride spawn, amused. “Admit it. Lileram scared you!” A smug smile spread across her face, her paws resting on her hips. She paused, waiting for his humbling admission of fear. Instead, she heard a low growl. Uh-oh. Change in plans. The girl squeaked as the older boy lunged for her, running back towards the house as fast as her hooves could carry her. Akheper had been dreaming, blissfully unaware of the waking world. But, he was summoned back to reality as he heard his daughter screaming for him, and his new son screaming at her. The orc rolled over, glancing at the clock. With a groan, he rolled out of bed, grudgingly heading off to break up the fight before it started. Again. Kids... Posted since Lera is part of it. >u<
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