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 Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 8:56 am
Tovar, allowing himself to be drug along by the little girl (Michael, meanwhile, falling in step behind Ianna off the obvious assumption that he was invited inside also), faltered almost the moment the vaulted ceilings and ornate decoration came fully into view. He was rather used to odd rooms and Things That Shouldn't Fit Fitting, due to Michael's personal penchant for sticking add-ons to architecture that weren't actually there but this...
Tovar eased his eyes off the gold inlay and the expensive looking paintings, casting a wary eye around the rest of the place before his gaze settled back on the pale haired little girl.
"Lovely home you have here," he managed.
By the looks of it, Michael's interest too had been piqued. Souls trapped in wands? Whatever. Giant houses in the back of little shops? This was certainly more to his immediate interest.
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 3:09 pm
Coailiann smiled at him from her perch on the couch, "Thank you!" she chirped, green eyes moving to the television which was currently playing some Disney movie that Ianna didn't quite know.
"This is in a pocket realm created by my eldest daughter, Matilda. Outside of Gaia and controlled by her. In fact, this is the only thing IN the pocket realm. Safest place to really be..."
A small shrug of her shoulders before she looked around, "The hall way has about thirty eight doors, but it's been a while since I've counted. Some are bedrooms, some are bathrooms, some are closets. There's a library to the right and a training room to the left. At the end, there's a door to a very large garden."
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 3:19 pm
By the sound of it, Tovar was impressed. The young man made a faint noise in the back of his throat which clearly said 'Dear god, my brain hurts from all this...this...--I need a few Advil and a nap, definitely.' Meanwhile, Michael facial features were expressing much the same sentiment - the impressed bit, rather than the Advil and a nap bit anyway. The older man sniffed and set to snooping around, as much as he could from where he was standing, anyway. Magically Snooping might have been a better term; searching for seams or nodes used to create and anchor the pocket dimension, tracking old fragments of the weaving...
Or trying to at least. It was a bit difficult to detect anything solid about someone's magic he wasn't used to studying, or it had been for years now. After of few seconds of trying, feeling the essence of it sliding just out of his line of sight, he lifted a hand to rub at both his eyes and then stopped trying. Later, he mused, if he ever got the opportunity to dig into the magic again. It was interesting though; it's very own dimension...
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 3:22 pm
She noticed the look on Michael's face and laughed softly, "You won't find anything. Matilda's taken very high precautions in trying to conceal anything and everything about this place. She has enemies, you know..." she smiled a bit at that, "It's connected to a second pocket realm, her own. Much smaller than this, though. I'm not even allowed there."
Coailiann looked up from her cartoons, "It's a lot smaller," she confirmed before going back to watching her television.
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 3:27 pm
Michael sniffed absently, tucking his hands impassively up the long sleeves of his shirt. It was rare for Michael to wear anything remotely normal - it was probably a miracle of Tovar's blackmailing and politician abilities that he'd wrangled the man into a sensible, if baggy, sweater for the day's errands - and he clearly wasn't used to not having any hidden pockets to tuck his bony hands into. "You can't fault an old man for his curiosity."
Tovar turned a sour eye on the man, brow furrowing. "Speaking of, didn't we have somewhere to be before you stuck your nose in here? You dragged me away from my work to run your damned errands."
Michael blinked, casting his apprentice a thoughtful glance. After a moment, he shrugged. "I don't remember; it must not have been that important."
Tovar's face. Palm. Fhwack.
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 3:29 pm
Ianna snorted, "You two act like an old married couple," she commented before moving to sit beside Coailiann, "If you're hungry or thirsty, you're welcome to stay. If you have other things to do, that's fine as well."
Coailiann rested her head on her mother's lap, giving a soft yawn as her attention continued to stay glued to the television screen. How it got reception Ianna didn't know - but she was grateful for it being there. It kept her Sidhe entertained.
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 3:37 pm
The younger of the two immediately went into some sort of fit at the woman's statement. Michael's expression flickered into a dark, twisted sort of grin that clearly said this sort of thing had happened before, and he was thoroughly entertained by it all.
"I think," said Tovar, recovering from his pufferfish-like state (the man had gone up like a balloon, slightly red in the face, and then immediately losing all color to his complexion. "We should probably be going. Right?"
Michael chose to ignore the snappy tone the question had taken. More of a demand, really. Harumph, apprentices these days. "If you insist. You have a chimney to clean, don't you Tovar?"
"Huwha--?!"
Offering Ianna a broad, if not particularly bright and cheery and rather more diabolical and I-have-malicious-things-in-store-for-the-day-to-come, smile and a slight bow, Michael turned back toward the doorway of the shop. "I suppose that means we'll be going then. Tovar, thank her for having us."
"--and goddammit, I am not cleaning that fireplace just because you-- What? Oh. Uh. Yes, thank you very much. Er." Hesitating, Tovar wheeled visibly between being angry with Michael and being polite to Ianna. "I suppose...I'll...see you both again sometime. Soonish. Er. Yes."
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 3:40 pm
She tried brilliantly hard not to laugh at the two, shaking her head and biting her tongue to keep quiet. Unable to talk, she just nodded her head and went back to stroking at Coailiann's head.
The child, on the other hand, burst out laughing, gleefully wriggling on the couch. Not much could pull her away from her television shows, but the two arguing seemed to do it quiet well.
"You two're funny. Come again soon!"
And right back to the show at hand. Children.
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 3:47 pm
And that seemed to be the end of that. Opening and closing his mouth all of two times, completely unable to think of anything to say in response that that, Tovar finally seemed to come to the conclusion that Somewhere Up There was having a huge laugh at his expense that afternoon and it might just be better to say 'Screw it,' and get the day over with before he committed some horrible act of violence that might get him imprisoned for the rest of his life. It was a bad idea, he reasoned, to snap off both your mentor's arms and then proceed to beat him with them. As such, he turned carefully on his heel, and led the way through the doorway back into the shop.
Michael smiled at the back of Coailiann's head, chuckling. "Christ, I love children," he noted gleefully, and then promptly took his leave through the doorway.
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