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 Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 9:11 pm
With a curious expression, she tried to think about this. Without fighting, hmmm. "My Mama Aurelius and I, we play games!" Asimov slammed one fisted hand into the other. "Like word games and stuff, like she says a word and I draw it and stuff. It was a weird one, last time. Hm~ sum'thin to do with burying peoples alive. Iunno. An' Mama Alice an' I, we look at flowers. Well. She looks'n I stomp. 'Cause they're not colorful."
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 9:23 pm
Keirro's heart nearly stopped when she heard Asimov name her mother. Aurelius? No, it couldn't be that Aure. Aure was having serious issues concerning past lives and wouldn't possibly be able to care for a child. Then again that would explain why the child was with a drunk.
"Tell me more about these games! They sound interesting!" said Keirro. Well, anything was better than a fight at the table.
Ranis flicked his ears while he focused his attention on a crayon that a waitress had given to him. The toddler was quite content with scribbling non-coherent images and doodles on the napkins, rather than engage in conversation with Asimov and Keirro.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 9:53 pm
"Well, uh, we take turns givin' each other words. An' then we draw wha' the words mean t'us. She says she's keepin' notes for sumone." Asimov shrugged and swung her feet, occasionally kicking the table with her ratty sneakers. Did she really care who? No, no she didn't. As long as someone was paying attention to her, who cared? Nobody.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 2:22 pm
Keirro nodded and smiled. She vaguely recalled she and Aure playing that game during a session. It was starting to become too tempting. Keirro was always nervous around Maweh, more so than Aure. Asimov seemed the type of child that loved to talk about everything and a fun experience at a restraunt would be fodder for the Child's tounge.
Why even bother playing with the child? Keirro still felt she was in a cat and mouse game with Maweh and Aure. There was something that neither one of those girls had told Keirro. Keirro had no solid evidence to base this on. Just her growing reliance on intuition.
"Would you like to show me how to play?" Keirro asked.
Ranis was still behaving himself. It was a borderline miracle that the toddler had avoided trying to lunge on the next person. He had taken a liking to his crayons, and not in the eupicurious sort of way.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 7:58 pm
Asimov shook her head. "Nuh-uh. Mama Aurelius said that it was our secret game, so I can tell people 'bout it, but I can't tell 'em how it works for really. She said so." She shifted her attention back to Ranis and squinted at him. "He looks funny," she said derisively. "Howcome he's got funny black things sticking outta his head?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 8:10 pm
"I'm not entirely sure myself. He is a strange child and so far no one has really explained what he is. I adopted him. " replied Keirro. What the hell was an illusionary anyway? Were they cat people? Keirro had yet to meet others that called themselves Illusionary. Well, Maweh chatted on about something involving reincarnation. For some reason, the possibly of an Illusionary being anything more than an anthromorphic child never struck Keiro.
Ranis looked up from his coloring and gave a beatly snort toward Asimov. When was the food coming out? The toddler squirmed impatiently in his seat. Why were these people talking about him? That girl had a lot of nerve. In his opinion, Asimov as the one who looked funny. She was missing patches of her hair, for crying out loud!
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 8:13 am
"Don't you make noises like that," she said to Ranis, sticking out her tounge. "People might think you're rude." Asimov hmphed and turned her back on Ranis. "He looks like this thing in one of Father Asmadai's books." She resumed swinging her legs back and forth. "Is a book 'bout angels," she whispered secretively to Keirro. "Father Asmadai knows lots about angels."
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 1:47 pm
"You don't say?" replied Keirro nervously. Was Ranis actually a demon? That wasn't good.But, It would explain the feral behaviour and rotten vocabulary skills. Then there was Keirro's lack of faith in God. She couldn't recall the last time she had been in church even though her boyfriend insisted on bringing Ranis with him.
"Is there anyway I can get in contact with Father Asmadai?" Keirro asked.
"Bah!" barked Ranis as he raised his hand to throw a crayon at the child. A stern look from Keirro diverted him from doing so causing Ranis to unleash his frustration by coloring the highchair with purple crayon. He wanted so badly to be rid of that brightly colored brat! She was nothing but trouble!
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 3:43 pm
She shook her head. "Nuh-uh. No demons in Father Asmadai's book. Is about angels, I told you. But you can come home wit' me and we can go see Father Asmadai. He's real smart, he knows everything." With a scowl, Asimov stared at the purple highchair. "S'not nearly colorful enough," she informed Ranis firmly. "Needs pink."
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 4:05 pm
"All right, that sounds wonderful. I'll get our meal to go while you make sure your guardian is okay with me visiting Father Asmadai. Okay?" replied Keirro. Ranis in a book of angels? She HAD to see this. It compelled her. After all, if she could figure out what angel in God's great heaven would eat insects and harass the neighbors. Maybe it was a lower ranking angel.
Pink? What did pink look like? He paused with his crayon hin hand only to stare at Asimov. The toddler could barely grasp the concept that his favorite color was purple, never mind colors that macthed the punk dive sitting across from him.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 9:44 pm
"Aaaalrighty," Asimov sighed, then produced a pink crayon for Ranis. "This color," she said firmly, dropping it in front of him. Of course he had to use pink, then he'd have all the best colors in the world. Except there wasn't a gold crayon, or even a yellow one. She sighed at the thing of crayons and contemplated pushing it off.
No, probably another bad idea. The punk sighed for the third time and flopped her forehead onto the table.
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