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 Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:42 am
Table of Contents _______________________________________________________________________________o0 ✚ Table of Contents
_______________________________________________________________________________o1 ✚ Solo: A Quick Fix
_______________________________________________________________________________o2 ✚ Solo: Bitterness
_______________________________________________________________________________o3 ✚ PRP: In the Light of Corpses Aflame
_______________________________________________________________________________o4 ✚ PRP: Tickle Your Fancy
_______________________________________________________________________________o5 ✚ PRP: Good Food & Good Company
_______________________________________________________________________________o6 ✚ Mission
_______________________________________________________________________________o7 ✚ Solo: Welcome Home
_______________________________________________________________________________o8 ✚ Solo: Old Habits
_______________________________________________________________________________o9 ✚ Solo: Drunken Haze
_______________________________________________________________________________1o ✚ Solo: Shocking Reality
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:43 am
A Quick Fix In which Miss Greaves steals a glass of a rather peculiar drink... “I can’t believe my eyes,” a shocked and disappointed Rhyker Greaves said upon entering into his daughter’s simple apartment. Her living quarters were cramped enough as it was, but with bottles of alcohol scattered about the floor moving around was just that much more difficult. There were dozens of them: a few still with contents inside, but most empty, dry of any liquid that would have been within the bottle. How-…how many were there, exactly? Had his daughter even bothered to count? Regardless of the precise number, the farmer knew that his little girl probably had enough to be well on her way to starting her own pub. In simplified terms – it was one bottle too many.
When her father entered, all the disheveled Alae did was merely turn her head to him and nod in greeting. She looked horrible. The color of her skin was pale and dull. Gone were her bright, rosy cheeks. The light in her eyes had all but disappeared, only to be replaced with irritated, bloodshot eyes. The young woman’s strawberry blond locks were a mess from a night of tossing and turning on the couch she was sitting on. As she slowly brought a hand up to run through it, she could feel the tangles and mats in it and frowned in distaste. Well, that wouldn’t be a pleasure to comb out. It was only when her father began to pick up a few of the bottles lying on the floor that the former confectioner spoke.
”S’not as bad as it looks…”
This was, apparently, the wrong thing to say. After the words left her mouth, her father gave her the most annoyed, angered look she had ever seen him give. One would have thought he backhanded her across the face with the look she gave him back. Wincing, she leaned back a bit after receiving that expression and turned her own gaze downward. If looks could kill, that probably would have been one of them. Alae shifted in her seat on the rickety couch, fidgeting a bit and expelling a short, yet raspy sigh. ”…Okay, so maybe it is.” By this point, she could feel the eyes of her father boring into her head. There was no point in keeping her lifestyle for the past few years a secret from him anymore. The cat was out of the bag, and she was going to have to deal with the wrath of her family now.
Bottles in hand, the woman’s father moved to take a seat next to her on the couch. He frowned, yet his expression softened a bit once he was beside her. The farmer set the bottles down on a table in front of them, and then reached out to take his little girl’s hands. “How could you let all of this happen, Alae? Do you see what you’ve done to yourself!” There was no way she could answer that question easily. How did he expect her to reply? If he was waiting for a legitimate answer, nothing came from her mouth. All she could do was give him a meek shrug in reply. The two of them sat in silence for a bit, allowing the other to think whatever thoughts were going through their head before Rhyker suddenly spoke up again.
“Well, one thing is for sure: your mother and I are not letting you live like this. Not at all.” As he said this, the farmer stood up and began, once again, to collect the various liqueur bottles from the ground and the tables. “You’re coming home, and that’s that. No arguments. There’s nothing left for you here, and not only that…” He paused at this, his words trailing off so he could take a good, hard look at his daughter. “We’ll also be helping you get over this disease you have. This alcohol addiction.”
She didn’t even try to argue. There was no point. He would have just shot down everything she said, anyway. Plus, talking back to her father would have made him even more upset than he already was, and that was the last thing she needed. Best to just go along with it. The young Auvinian, however, did ask the elder man one simple question: ”When do we leave?” His response was, as she expected, curt and to the point. “Tomorrow.” He didn’t even need to think on it. This was when Alae opened her mouth to argue. Tomorrow? Couldn’t they wait just a few more days to spend some time in the city? Did they have to leave right then. She kept these thoughts quiet, however, and just simply nodded her head. What her father said was only in her best interest, so she had to go along with it.
The rest of the day was spent cleaning the apartment. Picking up the bottles came first. After all of them were picked up off the ground, the two Greaves then proceeded to wash them out with water and dump whatever contents that were in them down the sink. They then set out with giving the rest of the apartment a thorough cleaning. She couldn’t be leaving the city with an empty apartment, her father said. Not if she wanted the superintendent to rent it out to someone else. By the time her entire living quarters had been clean, night had fallen upon the capital of Imisus, and father and daughter welcomed a chance to rest.
It didn’t take long for Rhyker to fall asleep. In fact, he drifted off relatively fast, perhaps within a matter of ten minutes. Alae, however, was not so lucky. Having taken the couch for the night to give her father the opportunity to sleep in a bed, she tossed and turned. The fact that she was in desperate need for a drink didn’t help matters, either. After an hour or so of fighting, and unable to take it anymore, the young woman got up off the couch. This was ridiculous! She couldn’t be comfortable like this. She needed a drink. Something – anything! Yet, with all of her bottles emptied and gone, she knew she wouldn’t be able to get it in her apartment. To improvise, she went to the next best place: Franz Ulstein’s apartment across the hall.
Miss Greaves was lucky. Her elderly neighbor had a habit of forgetting to lock the door in the evening, and this just so happened to be one of those days. As quietly as she could, the former confectioner tiptoed inside. Nothing in Franz’s apartment seemed out of the ordinary. Much like her place, there were a few bottles sitting on various pieces of furniture. There weren’t, however, as many as there had been in her home. There was one thing she did take note of right away, though. Franz was sitting, asleep, at the table with his fingers dipped in a glass full of absinthe.
She couldn’t linger for long. Her father wasn’t the heaviest of sleepers, so he may have already noticed her absence when she shut the door of the apartment behind her. The best thing to do was just grab a quick bottle of something and then go. Trouble was, all of the bottles were empty. Curse her luck! Dying of thirst, and in desperate need to get back to her own apartment, Alae did the only thing she could think of. She grabbed the glass full of the now-milky absinthe after pulling her neighbor’s fingers out of it.
”Sorry, Franz…” she murmured in a hushed apology. This was her neighbor, after all, but then again…it wasn’t the first time she had stolen liqueur from him. ”…but I need this more than you do.” With the glass in hand, the young woman then proceeded to make her way back to her own apartment. Little did she know, however, that the absinthe she held in her hands wasn’t the normal, every day absinthe. It was of a special variety, and taking a sip of it could prove to be more lethal than she expected.
Perhaps it was fate, then, that she was met face-to-face with her father upon coming back to her home.
So much for quenching her thirst!
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:44 am
Bitterness In which Alae leaves the city, and her father takes them on a much-needed detour... The very next morning the Greaves wasted no time in getting out of town. Rhyker made sure that, despite catching his daughter up in the middle of the night with a glass of absinthe in her hand, the two of them would be up and out by the crack of dawn. He didn’t care how tired she was, how thirsty, or how little sleep she had gotten. None of it mattered. The only thing on his mind was getting her out of Imisus and back to Auvinus where she belonged. He also knew that, if she could, his daughter would think of multiple reasons to linger on behind, and he just wasn’t going to have that. Not today, especially.
The elderly man helped his daughter into the wagon he had driven from home as they were about to set off. As she got in, he took the reservoir glass of the alcoholic beverage from her, so she wouldn’t spill it. Since bringing it home earlier that night, he hadn’t let her take a sip. There was no way he’d allow her to drink that. Not while he was around. Besides, there was something…different, peculiar about this particular glass of absinthe. It didn’t seem right. Before she could even take the glass back from him once she was settled, her father spoke up to cut her off. ”We need to talk about this drink.”
She should have known this was coming. Leave it to her father to, as soon as she got into a position to where she couldn’t get away or avoid him, bring up an important issue the two of them needed to discuss. Inwardly, the girl screamed to herself in frustration as she clutched on to the reservoir glass. This was going to be a long ride back home. Too long, in her opinion. The horses pulling the wagon began to head out of the city at a slow canter. Once they were on their way and moving, the young woman just found herself looking away from her father as they went. ”There’s not much to say…” she admitted, which she thought was wholeheartedly true. To Alae, how much could be said about a simple glass of absinthe. Her father, on the other hand, had a different opinion entirely.
Rhyker shook his head at this daughter’s words, but didn’t look at her. He was too focused on his driving to glance at her, but it didn’t matter. He was still determined to have this discussion, whether she wanted to or not. ”There is plenty to say, Alae,” he started off, which caused her to fidget in her seat next to him. ”You aren’t to drink any of that beverage. Do you hear me?” The first thing he said wasn’t a question. It was a command. And, of course, she heard him – she wasn’t death. In response to his question, the young woman only nodded, to which the farmer then continued on. ”This drink will be a reminder to you of your old life. If I see any of its contents gone and if I find out you drink it, you’ll be out of the house. Is that clear? We’re going to cure you of this sickness.”
Sickness! His phrasing was starting to annoy her. Furrowing her brow and scowling a bit in distaste, all she could do was just clutch on to the cup, so as to not speak out of turn. As far as she was concerned, she wasn’t sick. It wasn’t like she had the Black Death or anything. She was perfectly normal and dandy, aside from the fact that her shop she had worked so hard for had gone out of business. Perhaps God had given her a bad hand? ”…I’m fine,” was all she could answer. This didn’t seem to be a suitable enough answer for her father.
By now, the two family members had gotten to a crossroad in their journey. Two paths were laid out before them: one going back to their homeland of Auvinus, the other heading in the other direction off to the small nation of Helios. His daughter had never seen Helios before and, perhaps, never would in her lifetime if they went straight home. Now would be the perfect opportunity to show her what it was like, but not only that – it would give the two of them time to spend together. Time that Rhyker could use to help Alae begin her detox process. ”You’re not fine, sweetie,” he explained as he urged the horses to go down the path toward Helios. A side trip – that was just what she would need. Something to get her mind off of all the misfortune she had suffered back in Imisus and, more importantly, off of all the alcohol. ”And I’m going to make sure you get all the help you need. Your family and God are here for you.”
Her family had always been of the religious and spiritual sort. With her mother and father hailing from Shyregoed, originally, how could they not be? With them by her side, she knew she would have all the help she needed. As far as God went, however…that was a whole other subject entirely. Alae wasn’t sure that a higher being was looking out for her. If they were, then why would all of this bad stuff happen to her? Wasn’t God supposed to watch out for people like her? In any case, He hadn’t been of help to her at all, so she certainly wasn’t going to go out of her way to help Him. Not without the proper motivation, of course.
Who needed Him?
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:45 am
PRP [In the Light of Corpses Aflame]
In which Alae travels to Helios with her father, and stumbles across some soldiers burning plague-ridden corpses at night. [OOC Note: Although unfinished, I was told this could count for an RP req, since Leech ended up leaving. 'Tis unfortunate I couldn't see it through.]
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:46 am
PRP [Tickle Your Fancy]
In which Alae goes back to visit her old shop and runs into one of her dearest former patrons...
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:47 am
PRP [Good Food & Good Company]
In which, after spending most of her money, a hungry and tired Alae dines with a peculiar man who has a love of books.
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:48 am
Mission Der Pestdoktor Faction Prompt - House A token of worship spoken quietly in the night. Oh, miss, your task is but a simple one. One of our own, newly established such as yourself, has given birth to a young and worthy Plague, with skin as black as Obscuvos himself and eyes as blindingly white as the radiant chaos. Prove yourself to us and within our House you will find solace, protection, and life. Know that you cannot possibly survive without us, and so you must take heed and give to all that this young Plague desires. Obscuvos will be watching you. Naturally, the Plague in question is Claudia, and so a roleplay must occur. One follow up solo must be written before this mission is completed. You will not have a council with the High Prophet, he is far too busy for the likes of you.
”It wasn’t so bad, you know,” came a soft murmur from the former confectioner as she walked about the streets of the town. In her hands, she held her delicate reservoir glass of absinthe, which she paused to look into momentarily. A strange black wisp floated in the middle of the glass, and it was to this that Alae directed her comments to. ”I just hope that,” and as she said this, she started to walk once more in search of a place to stay, ”whenever you grow – if plagues grow - you don’t turn out as cruel as her.” Of course, she was speaking of Claudia, and although the flower didn’t look like it outwardly, there was a hidden menace and cruelty behind the delicate plant. Obscuvos only knew how well the candy-maker would actually be able to take care of something like that on her own.
The Grimm and her tainted absinthe walked deeper and deeper into the streets of the city, and as they did, the two of them passed many a tavern and inn. To this, all Alae could do was mentally track back to the kindness she had shown her Caedos charge. It was in telling Claudia that she could buy whatever she wanted that put her in this mess. Then again, better to be in this mess without a decent place to stay, then being out of favor with the plague, and thus out of favor with the House and Obscuvos himself. Her decision was right in the grand scheme of things. That notion just hadn’t fully hit her yet, nor would it for probably a while to come.
As the moon started to peak up over the horizon, Alae finally lucked out. An expansive church came into view, and in seeing it, she couldn’t help but smile. Churches always took in the needy, and they would surely at least give her a blanket and some place to sleep on the floor. With this in mind, she wasted no time in walking up the stone steps and heading inside.
Someone was looking out for her.
Obscuvos was looking out for her.
He had eyes on her at all times, and she knew it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 12:02 pm
Welcome Home In which Alae returns home and reveals that she has found God, though, not the God her family exactly wishes for... It had been ages since Alae had been back to her native region of Auvinus. For the past few weeks she had been out doing various things. The main priority on her list had been the trip up to Shyregoed: a trip that was to visit the land where her parents grew up, or so she had told them. In actuality, the real reason for leaving was something else. Something else entirely. Unknown to her family, the young woman had left on a mission for the House of Obscuvos. She had gone to help aid a cultist woman so as to appease her plague. Other adventures ensued after that, namely running into a kinder gentleman who gave her not only some good food, but also some good company when she had been a bit down on her luck after the shopping excursion. Yet now that all of those were over, Alae could finally return home, and for that she was glad.
A sigh of relief and a slight smile of happiness tugged at her lips when her childhood home came into view. The Greaves’ household was a simple farm, and like most homes around the area, there wasn’t much to it. There was the main home where the young woman lived with her parents, and a small garden for Oola, Alae’s mother, was just outside of that. A barn was nestled to the left and back behind the main home was a barn that housed a few animals: a horse, a few pigs and two cows, plus a few chickens for eggs that the family could use. All of the rest of the property contained farmland, which Alae’s father, Rhyker, worked during the various seasons. It wasn’t much, but they had enough to get by, and that was the important thing.
It didn’t take long for the former confectioner’s prescience to be noticed as soon as she walked on to her family’s land. Even from the distance she was at, her mother could still see her form from the kitchen window, and the moment she did she burst out of the house with a beam of a grin and a yell of joy, ”Rhyker,” she called out, ”Alae is home! She is finally back from her travels.” Leave it to her mother to be the first one to greet her and the one to do it with so much enthusiasm. Her mother’s disappointment at her drinking problem or the fact that she had to return home didn’t even seem to bother her anymore. At least, not for the moment. It was as if things were back to normal with how Oola was acting. She was actually happy to see her, and that made Alae even happier to be back.
There was nothing more that she needed to say after that. Before she could even blink, her mother had dashed up to her as fast as she could, threw her arms up and then wrapped them around her daughter’s body in a warm embrace. ”I’m so glad you’re back, dear. I’m so glad you’re back.” Alae could only chuckle, lift her own hands up, and give her mother a hug back in return. ”I missed you too, mother,” she explained, giving an honest reply. ”I missed you, too.” After the greetings were done and out of the way, Oola wasted no time in motioning for her daughter to come on inside of the house. The moment both of them were through the door, the woman’s mother look back behind her and called out, ”Hurry up, Rhyker! Farmwork can wait. Your daughter is home!”
It didn’t take long for the woman’s father to return in from the fields. The moment Rhyker walked into the home, Alae was already sitting down at their family dining table, and Oola was off in the kitchen preparing some tea for them all to drink. The elderly man smiled tiredly at the sight of his daughter, and moved to give her a quick but strong hug before plopping down in the seat across from her with a sigh. His work had tired him out, but even so, it was good to see that his little girl was back home and safe. Shyregoed was a long way from where they lived now, and who knows what could have happened to her on the trip up or back if things took a wrong turn.
”So tell us,” the farmer found himself saying as his wife came back over to the table with a teapot and some cups in hand, ”how did it go? Your mother and I have been worried, but now that you’re back, we want to know everything.” Oola nodded in agreement as she poured the tea carefully into each glass, a softened smile on her face. While, yes, she wanted to know all about her daughter’s trip, she wasn’t going to press her for information. If Alae wanted to tell them what had happened, then she would tell them. All in due time, though. It wouldn’t do to rush anything or try to force it out of her.
The family had spent hours at their little dining table talking. Alae told them all about the trip up to Shyregoed and how long that took, initially. She had mentioned about how tired she was when she got there, but how she found lodging in a nice little place within the city. After that were tales of how she saw all the places where her two parents grew up and now nice they were. All of this, of course, was a lie. The former confectioner hadn’t seen any of those things or done anything of the sort, but she couldn’t tell them that. They wouldn’t understand that she was there for a mission from the House. Ignorance is bliss, as they say, and she would keep them in the dark for as long as she had to.
”I also had an extremely profound experience while I was up there, though,” Alae explained toward the end of their conversation as it was winding down.
”Oh,” her father asked, intrigued. Both her mother and her father scooted up at the end of their chairs after that. ”And what was that?”
”I found God,” his daughter replied, a proud smile on her face.
”I knew she would have an epiphany and find God on her trip,” Oola said with a happy tone. Alae’s mother had always been particularly religious, and so this sort of reaction wasn’t a surprise to either father or daughter. ”I just knew it!”
It was these next words that she was about to say that would shake up her parents’ world, however. She knew it would, but they were also unavoidable. She had to tell them the truth and come clean, regardless of what they would think afterward or not.
”He is the Glutton God, Obscuvos.”
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 12:47 pm
Old Habits In which Alae is kicked out of home, travels to Imisus, and indulges in some old habits... What had once been relieved and happy expressions on her parents face had now turned to ones of not only confusion, but of hurt and anger. Oola was the one who had looked more hurt over her daughter’s words, but Rhyker just looked plain angry. Not exactly the expressions you wanted to see from your parents. Mothers and fathers were supposed to be supportive or at least understanding of things that their children did, yet in the back of her mind, Alae had seen this coming. She knew they wouldn’t have been happy with her newfound faith, but frankly, she didn’t care. She knew what she needed, and Obscuvos was it. Let them be angry!
”You – what?,” Rhyker asked, still clearly in a bit of disbelief. Perhaps by asking, maybe he figured that he had heard his daughter wrong. She hadn’t said the name of the Glutton God in their home. She had made a mistake. But Alae hadn’t made a mistake, and to her father’s question, she just answered him again with the same name she had said just a few moments earlier. ”Obscuvos, the Glutton God,” she repeated, her voice calm, ”he is the one that I worship now.”
It was as if the second confirmation of what she had said was a slap in the face. After she had stated his name for a second time, Alae’s mother completely broke down in tears. Oola slumped in her chair, hands covering her face as tears streamed down from her eyes. The news that her daughter had found God – but this strange, foreign glutton god, was a harsh blow to the woman. She had expected her to find the God that she and her husband worshiped, not this…this…strange, heathen deity. It did not make her feel good. It didn’t put her at ease at all. Not only was she saddened by what her daughter had said, but Oola was afraid for her daughter.
Her father, on the other hand, was just plain upset. Scowling, he pushed himself back out of his seat and stood up, too angry to stay in his chair any longer. ”Look at what you have done,” he exclaimed, motioning over to his broken down wife. ”Look at what you have done to your mother, and all for some…some…freakish god that probably isn’t even real!” His words were like daggers to Alae, and she wanted to argue back, but she refrained and held her tongue. Talking back wouldn’t do her any good for now, and she would save her comments until later, for she knew her father wasn’t finished talking, either. There was always more for him to say, and on this subject she was sure that he had a lot on his mind.
”Do you know what the followers of Obscuvos do,” Rhyker asked, beginning to pace back and forth from one end of the table to the other. Yet again, to this question, Alae had remained silent. Both her mother and her father wished she hadn’t, though. They wanted her to talk. To say something. Anything. When she didn’t respond at all and simply stared over at them, her father pounded an angry fist upon the table, causing both his wife and his daughter to startle from the harsh blow. ”They cause riots in the streets and wreak havoc upon people. This isn’t a faith system you are joining, Alae; this is a Cult. I, your mother, and everyone else around here knows that!”
”Are you finished,” his daughter asked finally once he had finished his little tyrade. Her voice was calm and quiet, and she just simply sat there with her hands placed neatly upon the table. Just like her parents had wanted, she was going to talk now, but the words she was going to tell them weren’t going to be the ones that they wanted to hear. She knew that for sure. ”I don’t care what you say,” Alae went on to explain, ”or think, for that matter. I know that Obscuvos can help me. His way is right, and I will do whatever I can in order to support Him.”
It was at this that her mother finally stood up, pushing her seat out and standing up from it rather abruptly. Her tears had finally subsided, although sniffles could still be heard as she was trying her best to wipe her tears away and her nose. Once she had managed to do that, Oola gazed over at her daughter with a sudden change of heart. What had once be relief to see the young woman was now only hurt and disgust. She didn’t want to hear that her daughter had joined a Cult, and she certainly wanted nothing to do with her anymore, if that was the case. She couldn’t have a Cultist living in her home. It would only put herself and her husband in danger. ”Get out,” was all she said, ”Get out of my house. So long as you are a part of this Cult, your father and I never want to see you again.”
”Don't worry,” Alae said as she got up and moved to go get some belongings from her room. ”You won’t have to.”
***
It didn’t take her long to gather her things, and the former candy-maker wasted no time after that. She left her childhood home with a bag slung over her shoulder, and didn’t even bother to look back. If her family wanted nothing to do with her, then that was fine. So be it. She didn’t need them, anyway. Without her mother and father to worry about then she could spend all of her time putting more focus on the House and Obscuvos, anyway, which is what she wanted.
Yet still, in the back of her mind and in her heart, Alae couldn’t help but feel a sadness and a pain. This continued as she made her way northward to the border. Her destination: Ale, Imisus, and it didn’t take her long to reach there. Once in the Cultist controlled town, the woman didn’t even hesitate to find lodging. She went to the first inn she could find and bought a room for the night. But the room wasn’t the only thing she had purchased on that evening. Alae also purchased a pint of ale that they served in the tavern below the inn, and managed to down its contents within only a matter of minutes. Whenever morning came the next day, she would leave and be off for Gadu once more, but until then she was content at the inn, and had already purchased another pint of ale after shortly finishing the other.
Old habits die hard.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 3:39 pm
Drunken Haze In which a rather intoxicated Alae encounters a mysterious green fairy.... One drink; that’s all it took.
One drink led to two drinks, which led to a third, and then to a fourth and then to countless others that the woman couldn’t even remember. She lost count after about fourth or fifth one. Everything became a haze after that.
”Yeeeew knoow whaat,” came a loud, slurred sounding voice, followed by a thud as the owner of the voice ran into a chair. This individual was none other than Alae Greaves, and in her drunken haze she had taken to talking to seemingly no one, such was her habit. ”They‘re gonna realizzze that they made a terrible m-m-mistake!” Her reference, of course, was directed back at her family, which was the source of the woman’s latest problems. First her business went downhill, then her parents took her away from the place she had been calling home, and now this: being kicked out of her house for joining a new religion. How much harsher could things get.
Alae wasn’t really alone, however, and she wasn’t talking to herself. Her words were directed to an object over on meager table that the inn provided in her room. A delicate reservoir glass just sat there, immobile. A reservoir glass of milky liquid. The woman’s glass of absinthe.
The woman gazed over at the glass and frowned. Her face then twisted into a scowl before she jutted out a finger to the glass as if she were moving to poke someone in the chest. ”Yeww knooow,” she muttered accusingly, ”all yew ‘ave ever been for me is trooouble!” In actuality, there wasn’t much a glass could have done. It was a glass after all, and inanimate objects didn’t move, but then drunken woman needed someone to blame. Anything to take the heat for her current predicament but herself. ”Welll,” she went on, her scowl morphing into an impish smirk, ”how ‘bout I create some trouuuble for yeeew~”
One moment she was standing near the glass, peering down at it as if it were some helpless prey, and the next her hand was swinging into the air. It connected with the glass, sloshing part of the contents and sending the drink falling down to the wooden floor below. It shattered with a crash, and the Cultist couldn’t help but laugh at what had just occurred.
”Hahaha~,” she exclaimed, pointing at the shards of glass yet again, ”Loook whooo’s in trouble now! Yeeew! Not me! Yew~ I won. Hahaha~” Pleased with herself, Alae beamed proudly, unable to keep from laughing. The small four walls which now was the woman’s world at present, however, didn’t want to stay still. They swayed and moved, spinning enough so that the woman wobbled over back on to the bed, her legs dangling over. Despite her inability to stay up, the woman didn’t seem fazed. She just fell back and chuckled to herself, content that she was finally done with the glass.
Unknown to Alae, something was happening on the floor. A normal spilled beverage probably would have soaked into the floor, but this one didn’t. Instead, it bubbled and frothed. If that wasn’t strange enough, the bubbles then began to glow and then, finally, began to take on the shape of something. What was a moment ago a mess of spilt alcohol was now a strange, imp like creature. Alae had done something in her drunken stupor. She had awoken a Plague, and a Caedos, to be exact, from looking at the imp’s jet black, five-inch form. Alae now had the living Black Death in front of her on the floor.
”…Well, well,” came the soft voice of the Plague from on the floor. ”Ain’t this swell?” The current predicament, of course, wasn’t swell at all. From the tone of her voice it was easy to tell that the Caedos was being sarcastic, yet she wouldn’t voice her feelings outright. Green, elongated fingers that glowed eerily in the dimness reached out and brushed at the shards of glass carefully. Her glass – her beloved glass. It was gone now. Finished, all in the blink of an eye. One moment it was there and in the next? Crash! It was gone.
Not wanting to mourn the loss of her sweet reservoir glass any longer, the Caedos then took it upon herself to shuffle over to legs of her Grimm that were dangled over the bed. A hand reached out, tugged at her skirts, and upward the little imp peered. ”Oi,” she chimed, ”what’s eating you?”
The former confectioner’s mind was hazy, but if anything snapped her back to reality, for some reason, that little tug did the trick. Upward she sat in the bed, blinking down tiredly at whatever it was that spoke to her. When she caught glimpse of the Plague, she couldn’t help but gasp. ”Whoaaaa~ Yer a fairy! An actual fairrrrrry~ What’s yeer name, lil’ fairy?”
The Black Death blinked and tilted her head. ”I’m not a fairy, and I don’t have a name.”
”What do yeeew mean, you dun’ have a name~!”
The little Caedos shrugged. ”I don’t know. I just don’t have one. What do you suggest?”
A long pause followed this question, and Alae took a moment to sit back and think really hard. She wanted a good name. Fairies, after all, had really pretty names. Whimsical names. ”Haraia,” she said with a definite, assured nod. ”I like Haraia.” Again, the little Plague blinked her glowing green eyes. Haraia, huh? It had a nice ring to it, not to mention it sounded unique.
”It sounds shanzy,” Haraia agreed with a nod. ”And what’s your nam--..” she was about to ask, only to be cut off. Between the time she had suggested her name, and the time it took for the Absinthe to think about it – a grand total of a minute or so – her Grimm had passed out, unconscious, on to the bed. The dark depths of intoxication had finally taken their hold of poor Alae, and Haraia did not want to wake her from such a state. She could already tell from the smell of alcohol on her breath and on her clothes that she had a long night. She knew that smell from anywhere.
”Spifflicated,” the Caedos finally said. ”That’s what you are. Spifflicated like no tomorrow.”
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 3:40 pm
Shocking Reality In which the Grimm realizes the green fairy was not a drunken hallucination...
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