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 Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 12:10 am
Torvil chuckled softly and bowed his head, moving over to their bathroom to partake of a shower. He was slightly wounded by her perceived thought that he was loose with his new found abilities. He had gauged what he had needed to use as far as his own energy to create his servants, and had used very little of his own power in their making.
Now he wouldn't be able to run a marathon or fight a pitched battle against all odds and have any hope of success, but he could do daily tasks just fine and not fall flat on his a**.
He stepped into the shower and turned it on, reaching out with his link to his minions to feel how close they were to the completion of their task, and was very thankful to find they were almost back with what he had asked them to bring.
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 12:27 am
Resting on the couch, Morgana watches the cabbage. She found herself wondering what it would be like. Would this Iara get along with Ren? Crossing her legs, she shakes her head as she once again thought of Ren. The young child who she barely knows, yet she is the mother to her.
What would it be like, seeing her? Would she come running up to them? Shaking her head, she closes her eyes as she rubs at her temples.
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Pixie Krysta Ordreg Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 12:33 am
Torvil dried quickly and shut off the water in the shower. He dressed as fast as he could, choosing an outfit that he felt suited his mood. A red button down shirt tucked into a pair of black slacks, with a pair of black leather low-quarters. He polished his horns slightly to give them a decent shine, and headed out into the living room.
He felt his minions arrive before he heard them scratch at the door. He made a B-line for the door and opened it, admitting the Dragon and Sphinx. Both carried large bags in their jaws, and placing them on the floor at his feet, they looked up at him expectantly. He nodded his head and with a wave of his hand, they vanished in a puff of astral haze.
The sudden rush of the energy returning to him almost made him fall over. He quickly grasped the door and sucked in air. "Whoa ..." He said with a gasp when it was over.
"That's a mean kick. I may never need coffee again."
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 1:36 am
Morgana stood slowly, her eyes focus on the items brought in by the servants. Looking up at Torvil, she arches a brow again "What is all of this?" she moves towards the bags, kneeling down to peek into the bags.
What was her husband up to this time? Every time she turned around he was doing something to keep her on her feet. Sometimes she wonder if he didn't know what going on inside her mind.
The cabbage fell still, just content with the voices around it.
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Pixie Krysta Ordreg Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 1:41 am
Torvil laughed. "Well Ren is going to need a place to sleep right? And we have that spare room, so I figured that it would work as a room for the kids. Are we on the same wavelength?" He turned and knelt down, pulling out a few of the larger boxes from a bag. It was a do it yourself toddler bed kid, but broken up into several different boxes to conserve space.
"I also got some things to child-proof the house so we won't have to worry too-too much about Ren getting into anything dangerous." Torvil smiled and started to stack the boxes in the space he'd cleared on the living room floor. "Besides, we've got a few hours to get this set up, since we have to meet with Nani to pick up Ren at the bookstore at noon, and it's only..." He shot a glance at the wall clock. "Ten-thirty." He chuckled. "I'd best get to work!"
Picking up the boxes, he began to migrate them over to the spare room, hoping to get this all set up before his daughter came home.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 5:13 pm
Morgana shook her head before she sighs. No point in trying to pick points with Torvil, she knew he was right in his logical. Leaning down, she picks up a couple smaller boxes before moving them into the spare room. Pausing at the door, she chews on her bottom lip for a moment.
Neither of them knew what their daughter look like, nor what she liked in general. How can they give her the things she needs right away? Rubbing at her temples, she closes her eyes before she moves back into the living room.
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Pixie Krysta Ordreg Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 5:18 pm
Torvil had no idea what his daughter liked or her looks, but he did know one thing. If you bought things rights, you could change them as you saw fit.
Torvil had gotten everything in simple white and easily modified for whatever Ren would like. Once he set up the room as he figured was a nice neutral format.
Leaving the room he walked over to Morgana and ran his fingers up her back. "We'll figure this out love," He murmured softly, kissing the top of her head.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 6:08 pm
Rolling her eyes, Morgana chuckles as she pushes Torvil away from her "Come on, lets get this all done. We have a lot to do, and very little time as you said." picking up a dew more boxes, she push pass her husband back to the spare bedroom.
Dropping them down, she unpacks a few looking over the different items they have. It was all white, which was good. Pulling out the items, she sets them down in different piles.
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Pixie Krysta Ordreg Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 6:15 pm
Torvil quickly returned to work, and oftentimes when he worked, he had this habit of doing something that some people found annoying as all get out. He sang.
"We fought all day and we fought all night,
We faced our fate with no hint of strife,
We died for our children and their mothers that night,
We fought for our homes and freedom.
Peace we had under the waning moon,
The War was over far too soon,
Honor was gained by those who knew,
That a battle is just a dance of doom.
Death comes for the brave,
Death comes for the bold,
It comes for the coward and the old,
It comes for us all, or so I'm told.
But I'll face mine on my own time,
Old Death he can't have me,
Not till I kiss my wife and daughter,
Under the Ancient's tree.
Yes, under the Ancient's tree ..."
His voice was a low baritone and it was crisp and clear. The song had an old beat to it, a steady and heady rhythm. He worked hard and strong, his arms moving the boxes and items into the piles Morgana had directed.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 6:23 pm
Morgana laughs before she picks up a pillow. Throwing it at Torvil, she was hoping to hit him dead in the face "Must you sing?" she was only teasing him, as she normally didn't mind his singing. Today though, with everything that going on she just didn't want to deal.
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Pixie Krysta Ordreg Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 6:30 pm
Torvil mock flopped to the floor when he got pegged full on in the face with the pillow, making a faux grunt. "I'm sorry love," he finally said, sitting up and gently placing a box aside to the pile it belonged in, completely unharmed.
"I didn't realize I was singing, you know how I can get," He wasn't offended or hurt, and it showed in his voice. He stood up and gently put the pillow in the pile of bed stuff and smiled a bit to himself. He could tell that Morgana was in an off mood, and it was usually best to let her handle her own moods.
Picking up another box he moved it into it's pile, and then, slipped out of the room to go get the tools he needed to set some of the things up, and returned, bearing his tool box.
Torvil after all, was a tinkerer by hobby, and was more than proficient with them. Setting the box down by the bed box, he started to open it and put it together, being as quiet as possible in respect for Morgana.
When she wanted to talk about it, she would.
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