Welcome to Gaia! ::

Albaine: *wanders out*

Kara: *wanders out*

Albaine: *waves at "Tomoe"* Hello.

Kara: *waves back* Hi.

Albaine: How are you? Same as usual?

Kara: *nods* And yourself?

Albaine: I'm alright.

*runs over and hands Albaine and Kara copies of All You Zombies*

Albaine: What the-? *stares at the printout he was handed*

Kara: *looks askance at the handed printout, mistrust evident in her voice* It seems the humans wish us to read this . . .

Albaine: Hm. I wonder why. *obviously doesn't trust the humans*

*says to them* You don't have to read it if you don't want to. I just thought it was interesting and wanted to share. 3nodding

*rather embarrassed she didn't think of this back when we were discussing it* Kara can't read English . . . *snatches her printout and dashes off*

Kara: *dryly* Apparently because it's "interesting" and they want to share- *blinks as her printout is snatched* . . . But sharing is apparently a hard concept? . . .

Albaine: It would seem so. *wonders what Emy's gonna do to the copy*

*comes back in and hands Kara the printout, now covered with hieroglyphs* Here you go. 8D

Kara: *breathes out slowly, staring at the new copy* Temporal agents? Interesting.

Albaine: *wonders if it's safe to read, skimming through the first couple of paragraphs to check* ...seems pretty safe. Maybe. *will be rather upset if it isn't*

Kara: *continues reading, until* The Ouroboros? Safety may be relative.

Albaine: *not familiar with paradoxes* What do you mean? *looks up from his copy*

Kara: *dryly* Temporal agents plus a symbolical paradox in the first page bodes ill for later implications.

Albaine: Oh. *doesn't not comprehend this implication, but is pretty sure she knows what she's talking about* So should we stop reading or risk it?

Kara: *smiles briefly* As long as we don't think too hard about the further implications, it should be fine. *teasing* Good thing you're not a cat, isn't it?

Albaine: *not pleased with this jab at his Spirit Animal* Well, I certainly wouldn't want a cat following me around. That would be a lot more noticeable. *goes back to reading*

Kara: *speaks while reading* And discretion is a vital quality for you? *gets to the part with the whole "You're actually a guy now"* *faint buzz in the upper subconscious*

Albaine: ... *just keeps reading, wondering about the safety of the content at the revelation that the guy used to be a girl, but just reads through it* ...hell of a time to learn you're actually a guy... *would hate to be forced to swap genders like that*

Kara: *absently* Well, that would certainly suck . . . *continues reading*

Albaine: *is not shocked by the bartender knowing more than he let onto the Unmarried Mother, but notes the time machine and decides that temporal agents are paid (or maybe not) time travellers*

Kara: *buzzing grows with the jukebox music, and she groans when the bartender hands the Unmarried Mother the roll of hundreds* You've got to be kidding me . . .

Kara: *buzzing grows with the jukebox music, and she groans when the bartender hands the Unmarried Mother the roll of hundreds* You've got to be kidding me . . .

Albaine: ...is this leading where I think it will lead...? *had looked back at a previous section to double check, and is creeped out, but keeps his statement to himself just in case a weird twist occurs and his assumption proves false*

Kara: *grumbles* This is the second-oldest trick in the book- *pauses at the "if you think hard enough"* . . . Well. That's different.

Albaine: ...what kind of sick b*****d would want to seduce their younger female self?

Kara: *snorts* Like I said, the whole "Seducing Yourself" thing is used way too often . . . *wiggles her hand in a "sort of" gesture* Granted, it's not limited to time travel stories.

Albaine: Do they usually impregnant themselves with themselves, or was that the different part of this story?

Kara: *smiles* That was the different part. *has finished the story by now* And these last lines are a bit confusing.

Albaine: ...sounds like he's talking to us, the readers. Either that or he's crazy. I'd bet on either of those options.

Kara: *somewhat amused* Indeed, and I could hardly blame him.

Albaine: Hey, he did it to himself...granted it was necessary for his existance.

Kara: *pauses, thinking* . . . Did you backtrack the subject without warning me?

Albaine: *shakes his head* No, why? *just meant that he drove himself crazy with the realization that he is his own mother/father/lover/child but it was necessary for him to do so in order to exist*

Kara: *picks up on a bit of that* Ah. *grins* The Ouroboros . . . *shakes her head* I knew it.

Albaine: Well, it's getting late, so I'm going to head off now. Have a good night. *waves*

Kara: *waves back* You as well. *heads home to read something else so as not to get caught up in thinking too hard about the story*

Albaine: *wanders out into the clearing*

Ryo: *Hanging upside down, his knees hooked on a tree branch. Cocks his head when he sees Albaine, waves*

Albaine: *spots Ryo and waves* Hello.

Ryo: How are you?

Albaine: I'm alright. You?

Ryo: I'm fine *Swings, and with grace akin to a cat's, he grabs onto the ranch and easily slides his legs off it*

Albaine: That's good. *can't think of anything to talk about*

Ryo: *Straightens himself and cocks his head* Sorry again, about last time

Albaine: It's fine. *thinks it could have been worse*

Ryo: Still, it must not have been comfortable for you

Albaine: *shrugs* It wasn't, but really it's not your fault. *was really only uncomfortable from the conversation he had with Bo regarding the subject matter of the conversation Ryo is talking about*

Ryo: It may not entirely my fault, but I am not innocent either *Shoves his hands into his pockets* The man just pisses me off

Albaine: He probably does it on purpose. *remembers something Bo said that seems to prove that he finds entertainment in messing with people* Not that that changes anything. If anything it makes it worse.

Ryo: *Nods* I tend to pride myself on people not being able to read me. But from the moment I met the man, he knews what buttons to press with and pressing them did to me *Probaby saying more than he should on the matter, but the only other person he has to talk to about Bo with is Kevin*

Albaine: *nods sympathetically*

Ryo: *Sighs and leans back against the tree* At the same time for being sorry that you were there, I am thankful

Albaine: To help prevent you from fighting him physically, you mean?

Ryo: *Nods* Well, fighting is not the word. I'd have hit him, and he'd have run to my wife, who would then hit me for Bo

Albaine: *hides the fact that he finds this kind of amusing* Ah. I get it. *nods*

Ryo: Ever been in a situation like that?

Albaine: *thinks* ...no, not really. I have been in a situation where someone pressed my buttons though. Never hit him though.

Ryo: Perhaps you have better restraint than I then

Albaine: Either that or a more considerate... *wonders what to use that can't describe both Bo and Blazon and fails miserably* ...yeah. He was probably more considerate.

Ryo: Your button presser was more considerate?

Albaine: *nods* Yeah, he was.

Ryo: Would you like to trade then?

Albaine: Unfortunately, he's not here.

Ryo: Such a shame. *Closes his eyes as he thinks* Maybe I could just smack him over the head with an oar, and then stick him in a boat to drift out to see while he's knocked out

Albaine: Would you have a way to prove that you didn't do it?

Ryo: This island is not as cheerful as it seems, it has murderers lurking in the shadows just like anywhere else. It just so happens that one even spends most of his time haunting the very building that Bo lives in

Albaine: *is not too surpised at that news, considering that technically he's a murderer* Would it be worth it? Especially considering the risk that he might find his way back. *knows that he wouldn't like it if someone shipped Blazon out to sea just because they didn't like them*

Ryo: It would not matter if he came back, as I would never say anything. It would simply be believed that he was killed *Shrugs, then just sighs. It's a pleasant thought, but he could never do it simply because it'd hurt Kevin*

Albaine: *gives up, not really sure what to talk about now*

Ish: Psst!

Ryo: *Ears shoot up at the sound*

Ish: *whispers from a push* You should have hot man sex~

Ryo: *Twitch*

Albaine: ...is someone talking to you? *has a sneaking suspicion of who it is*

Ryo: You don't want to know

Ish: Come on, get naked! *A video camera lens peeks out of the bush* I'll split my profits with you

Albaine: I think I already do know.

Ryo: It's best to just igore him

Ish: *Whines* Come on!

Albaine: Ah, okay. *ignores Ish*

Ish: I promist not to tell your wife if you do it

Ryo: *Twitches as he slowly starts to lose his patience* Does he do this to you often?

Albaine: *thinks* Not that I can remember. *thinks the closest thing he'd had to this was with Harold, and that wasn't nearly as bad*

Ish: Come on *Sulks*

Ryo: *Sighs and slips his sweater vest off*

Ish: Now that's what I'm talking about!

Albaine: ... *99% sure that Ryo is not deciding to go along with Ish's demands* Warm?

Ryo: *Shakes his head* No *Walks ovr and plucks Ish out of the bush*

Ish: Hey!

Ryo; *Swiftly wraps his sweater vest around Ish's head and uses it as a gag*

Albaine: *smiles, amused at Ish's dilema* Well that seems to take care of the peanut gallery.

Ish: *Glowers and pouts*

Ryo: *Keeps a hold on Ish* It's only a temporary solution though

Albaine: *shrugs* I know.

Ryo: *Looks around for somewhere to stick Ish* Where can we put him?

Albaine: Just tie him up someplace. *hands over his whip*

Ryo: *Takes the whip, then picks a tree that's rather far away, ties Ish to it*

Ish: ;3;

Albaine: *still amused in his sadistic sense of humor*

Ryo: *Comes back* Well that fixes that for now. *Cocks his head as he debates something*

Albaine: *nods in agreement*

Ryo: I've heard a rumor, that Ish found himself a Namir that agreed to be his wife. A Namir named Ika

Albaine: Huh. *wonders if he should expect to be bothered by not one namir but two* Can't say I've heard of Ika. *very slight pause between of and Ika, evident of him stopping himself from assigning gender to namrah based on terms like wife*

Ryo: Maybe you should look into finding out who he is *Hooks his thumbs into his pockets* You could talk with him, see if he'll get Ish to leave you alone

Albaine: Do you know what he looks like? *doubts that Ish would tell him anything, or at least not without the price of him having to tell Ish something which Albaine probably won't want to tell*

Ryo: *Shakes his head* I've never seen him, but I imagine he lives around the island's main building

Albaine: ...main building? I didn't know the island had a main building. *never been to Riri's house*

Ryo: It's located in that direction *Points towards the main building* It's where the Namrah that belong to one of the main human's lives

Albaine: *notes the direction, though he thinks it would be rather strange to go there uninvited, and wonders how to get somebody who lives there to bring him there without it being weird*

Ryo: If you want, I could ask one of my sons to try and find him for you

Albaine: That would be nice. If you don't think they would mind, I mean. *isn't quite sure what he would think if his uncle asked him a favor for someone he didn't know, but has an idea he would do it, depending on what it was*

Ryo: I don't think they would mind. Though I'll probably have to bribe them with cookies

Albaine: Cookies? *wonders why cookies are a good bribing food*

Ryo: *Nods* They enjoy cookies

Albaine: Ah. *trying to think of baked goods he enjoys*

Ryo: Not a baked food person?

Albaine: I'm trying to think of a snack food that I like that comes out of the oven. I really don't snack much.

Ryo: Really?*Raises a brow* I'm partial to chocolate tarts drizzled in rasberry sauce myself...which I haven't made in quite a while *Starting to get hungry*

Albaine: *shakes his head at the 'really' comment* I really don't. *still trying to think of something he likes, when the thanksgiving memory hits him* Oh, I've had pumpkin pie before. That was pretty good.

Ryo; *Nods* Pumpkin pie is good, though that's more for holidays than an every day snack

Albaine: Yeah, I've only ever had it around Thanksgiving. *thinks that's a very weird holiday, and shakes his head at the memory of it* I have no idea why Blazon wanted me to cook enough food for 10 people when there was just us there. *only cooked enough for 3, and Blazon ate for the nonexistant third person*

Ryo: It is, and it's based off of nothing but lies. *cocks his head* But I suppose the thought surrounding the holiday is nice. But cooking an obnoxious amount of food seems to be part of the tradition

Albaine: I remember telling him that if he wanted a ridiculous amount of food he'd have to cook it himself. *shakes his head* Only time I ever had to use the fire extinguisher. I'm glad it was easy to figure out.

Ryo: *Brows shoot up* What'd he set on fire?

Albaine: Practically the whole kitchen. Don't even ask me how he managed that one.

Ryo: *Bites back a chuckle* Your friend sounds rather interesting

Albaine: *nods* Yeah, he was definitely interesting. *misses him a bit* I wonder how he's doing.

Ryo: You have no way of getting in contact with where you came from?

Albaine: *shakes his head* No...and it would be weird for him to hear from me anyway.

Ryo: There is much weirder things than hearing from a dead friend

Albaine: I suppose. *smirks* I could return as a zombie and drag my decayed body over to wherever he's staying. That would probably scare the hell out of him. *smirk falls from his face* Eh, I probably wouldn't do that, even if I got a chance to. *doesn't fancy the idea of having to track down Blazon, or hang around in a decaying body*

Ryo: I think that would scare the hell out of anyone, anyone that doesn't live here anyways *Thinks of all the dead roaming around in Namiah* But when I said contact, I meant more like via email *Pulls a cell phone out of his pocket* Or through phone

Albaine: I tried calling his cell phone. It didn't work. I don't know his e-mail either. *knows practically nothing about the computer*

Ryo: *Sticks his phone back into his pocket* What happened when you tried his cell phone?

Albaine: It said the number didn't exist.

Ryo: Must be a bad connection *Lame joke*

Albaine: ...? I suppose so... *doesn't get the joke, and doesn't even know he's telling him a joke*

Ryo: *Isn't sure what to talk about now, looks over at where he tied up Ish. Blinks when he realizes that Ish is gone, but the whip and sweater vest are still there*

Albaine: *looks over at where Ryo is looking* Huh. He escaped. *wonder where he ran off to*

Ryo: He probably ran off to his little dwelling where he watches everyone from cameras that he has hidden all over the island

Albaine: He has cameras set up all over the island? *is not surprised*

Ryo: I like to think he does. The cameras are much better than him having the magical ability to find anyone he wants

Albaine: I suppose cameras would make sense. *never really thought much about it*

Ryo: *Nods and walks over ot retrieve his sweater vest and Albaine's whip*

Yetaru: *Shuffles out looking pale and lost, looks over at Albaine then back down at the ground*

Albaine: *recognizes Yetaru and waves at him*

Yetaru: *Hesitates then lifts a hand and waves slightly, then quickly pulls his hand back and whimpers as the voices in his head rage at him*

Ryo: *Slips his vest on and carries the whip back to Albaine. Pauses when he sees Yetaru*

Yetaru: *Eyes fill with tears as he shuffles over and latches onto Ryo's leg* Dun' hate me papa, they won't leave me alone

Albaine: *blinks, wondering what's going on*

Ryo: *Places a protective hand on Yetaru's head* I'm sorry, but I have to go

Yetaru: *Clings to Ryo while crying and babbling incoherently about the "Boo Men" and people hating him*

Albaine: *nods* It's alright. *waves goodbye to Yetaru and Ryo, and coils his whip back up, putting it away*

Ryo: *Picks Yetaru up and whispers words of comfort to his son as he carries him home*

Yetaru: *Clings to Ryo, relaxing a little. Sneaks a glance at Albaine before they slip out of sight, then clings harder since he's pretty sure that Albaine sees him as insane now*

Albaine: *wanders off, wondering who else he'll see tonight*

Albaine: *wanders into the clearing*

Clare: *floats in, carrying Lysithea*

Lysithea: *paws at Clare's arm, pouting* Want down.

Albaine: *spots Clare and waves, tilting his head* ...babysitting? *thinks that because Lysithea doesn't look like Clare*

Clare: *nods* Yeah. *mildly* Don't even think about it.

Lysithea: *decides it wouldn't be such a great idea to bite Clare after all, tries puppy eyes* Down?

Albaine: *raises an eyebrow, wondering if the kid's the type to take off and run*

Clare: Only if you promise to stay in sight, okay, Lyssea?

Lysithea: *nods rapidly* Will, will!

Clare: Alright, then. *sets her down, although she floats near horizontal instead of bending down*

Albaine: So how're you?

Clare: *staightens back into a vertical posture before pulling herself into a midair tailor's seat* Decent. Yourself?

Lysithea: *channeling her running urge into alternating circles and figure-eights around {and between} Clare and Albaine*

Albaine: *tries to ignore the running kit* I'm alright.

Clare: *smiles slightly* Really, truly?

Albaine: *slightly irritated* Yes, really. Why would I lie about something like that? If I was in a bad mood I'd say so.

Clare: *gives one slow shake of her head* Not what I meant. *pauses a moment* Although it is a good thing that you are presumably in high spirits.

Albaine: Oh. Then what did you mean? *is not good with vagueness*

Clare: *matter of factly* Your psychological well-being.

Albaine: *dully* My psychological well-being. neutral Well I can assure you that that's perfectly fine at the moment.

Clare: *smiles* Glad to hear it.

Lysithea: *pauses in the running* What "sycolobical?"

Albaine: *at Lysithea* Psychological refers to the mind, and how you think.

Clare: Also refers to the study of such.

Lysithea: *falls silent {and still}, thinking*

Albaine: *wonders what she's thinking about*

Lysithea: *suddenly, looks at Albaine* You sycolobical well?

Clare: Psychologically.

Lysithea: *nods* That.

Albaine: Yes, I'm fine. *biting back irritation and the slight desire to tell Clare it's none of her business what mental issues he has*

Lysithea: *frowns at him* Then not get so upset. If everything fine. Just worry sometimes.

Clare: *smiles* She hasn't quite mastered sentence structure yet, so if you need a translation . . .

Albaine: *sighs, not liking being told what to do by a kit* Great advice. You'll do well in life. *not being sarcastic, but is annoyed and kind of wants to leave*

Lysithea: *pats his pant leg* Be fine. Clare jus ovaly empathic.

Clare: *frowns at Lysithea* Shouldn't you be going to bed?

Lysithea: *pouts* Wanna stay up.

Albaine: When's her bedtime?

Lysithea: *beams* Not have one.

Clare: *amused* Not entirely accurate, Lyssea. *sternly* And you've had ample chance to stargaze tonight.

Lysithea: *puts on the poor, pathetic, deprived child face* Tweny more mimutes?

Albaine: *thinking to himself that "Lyssea's" lucky to have someone who not only looks after her but doesn't want to hurt her, and actually cares about her physical and mental well being*

Clare: Five.

Lysithea: Fifteen.

Clare: Ten. Final offer. *smiles teasingly*

Lysithea: *surrenders with poor grace* Fine. But haf to show above tree-line. Better view.

Clare: *nods* Deal. *if her extremely low-level telepathy actually picked up on any of Albaine's inner thoughts, she's currently ignoring it*

Albaine: She really likes the stars, huh? *finds nothing wrong with that*

Lysithea: *happily* And gaxalies and plantets and nubula . . .

Clare: *laughs softly* I got her a book of Hubble pictures and now she's hooked.

Albaine: Try not to trip into a well. *at Lyssea, as a joke from a fable he once heard from his Uncle*

Lysithea: *stares at him* Think wells obvious. Will try not. *doesn't get it*

Albaine: ... *decides that maybe it's best that she doesn't get it, since the guy who fell into the well was an idiot who walked while looking up at the stars*

Lysithea: *rather more likely to stare in rapt adoration for hours than ruin the experience by walking*

Albaine: Well, if no one has anything to say then maybe I should just head home.

Clare: *hums thoughtfully* Have you ever watched Star Wars?

Albaine: I don't think I have. Why?

Clare: No? You should, it's positively epic, despite ignoring nearly all the rules of physics. *smiles slightly* And it does have better special effects than the original Star Trek.

Albaine: I might check it out sometime if I'm bored. *not much of a TV person really* Anyway, I'm going to head home now. *waves* Have a nice night. *walks home*

Clare: *waves* You as well.

Lysithea: Stars now?

Clare: Right. And the you're to go straight to bed. *picks up Lysithea and floats above the tree-line*

Kara: *drops down from a tree . . . somewhere in front of Albaine* Hi.

Albaine: *blinks at the unexpected arrival of "Tomoe", but waves* Hello.

Kara: *waves back lazily; mildy* I met your stalker.

Albaine: You did? *wonders how that encounter went*

Kara: He was rather . . . persistent.

Albaine: *nods sympathetically, thinking that Ish must've annoyed her a bit* Were you expecting him not to be?

Kara: *shrugs* I may not have been emphatic enough in my answers . . .

Albaine: *shrugs* So how're you?

Kara: As well as can be expected. Yourself?

Albaine: I'm alright.

Kara: *nods* That's good. *remembers something* Oh, right! *shuffles about in her pockets*

Albaine: Huh? *tilts his head*

Kara: A-HA! *triumphantly pulls out the two sheets of heiroglyphs, slightly bent*

Albaine: *looks slightly confused, but figures that they're something that she wanted to share with him* Found something interesting...?

Kara: *nods* They're about these beings called Yratlia. *pauses to see if that means anything to him*

Albaine: I don't think I've heard of them. What're they? *curious*

Kara: They seem to be where you get your little cockroach 'friend' from. *sneezes*

Albaine: They are? *tilts his head* What, are they the ones responsible for physically separating me and my spirit animal? *wonders if they're hanging around Namiah, watching him*

Kara: *coughs unconvincingly* Not, not at all! *stifled/redirected laughter ceases* They're the . . . Hmm, progenitor of your bloodline, I suppose.

Albaine: ...are you saying they're the "demons" of the common theory of the Transformationists' origin?

Kara: *mildly* I don't believe I've heard the common theory of the Transformationists' origin?

Albaine: *shrugs* It just says that Transformationists are the result of a human and demon union. Despite the fact that in my world humans and demons can't reproduce with one another it's still the only theory that makes any sense.

Kara: Ah. Well, Yratlia definitely aren't demons. *peruses the notes for a moment* They aren't- weren't, rather- even allowed to hurt anything. Fine demons that'd make.

Albaine: Weren't allowed to hurt anything? Do you mean in the sense that it was against the rules or that they were incapable of it?

Kara: *reads a bit more* Well, they could try, but it wouldn't work. In fact . . . It seems that if they tried to harm something, they're forced to give up their consciousness to protect the being. *thinks that this seems a bit harsh*

Albaine: *frowns* That's....really harsh. What if they were trying to protect someone else?

Kara: *shrugs* They seem not to have cared much about the physical world, so I daresay the situation didn't come up much . . . Oh, and they seem to have supernatural persuasion powers they could have tried first. *just dislikes the term brainwash*

Albaine: Oh. *thinks* Wait, they're spiritual beings? *wonders how the heck spiritual beings managed to reproduce with physical beings*

Kara: *frowns slightly* Of a sort . . . They're able to take physical form for three months at a time.

Albaine: Oh. Well that makes sense. It explains the shape shifting abilities Transformationists have too. *wonders what else of the Yratlia the Transformationists inherited, and what specifically affects himself*

Kara: Yes, but do you have any problems with battlefields?

Albaine: Problems with battlefields? I'm not sure if I've ever been in one. Why? *trying to remember*

Kara: The Yratlia have problems with all the negative emotional buildup.

Albaine: *remembers something* Oh. So that place that felt unsafe for some reason was a battlefield?

Kara: Er, possibly? Least you didn't die.

Albaine: *raises an eyebrow* I wasn't aware that was a possibility.

Kara: *taps the papers against her thigh thoughtfully* Maybe not. After all, these were spiritual beings, and you have a physical anchor to this world which they did not.

Albaine: *nods, thinking that makes sense* So anything else interesting? *enjoying the idea of learning something that most others, even the pure branch, don't know*

Kara: Well, the Transformationists cacme about because several specific Yratlia wanted to ensure the continuation of their kind. *smiles* Seems no one else was too worried about it.

Albaine: *sees where this ties into the story* 20 of them, I think. Since there are, or were, 20 Elders.

Kara: *nods* Exactly.

Albaine: Well, that was a pretty interesting chat. *smiles a bit and waves* I'm heading off now. Night. *walks home*

Adulthood suits him. =3 *huggles my only anthro*

Albaine: Get. Off.

*lets go* o_o

Albaine: *debates leaving the clearing*

*Dumps out my anthros, minus Yarrow*

Etah: What the hell?!

Reyn: *Scowls at me*

Calum: .... *Sighs*

Ryo: *Quite used to this kind of stuff*

Caeculus: WHEE! O3O

Ezekiel: *Stabs Ishie with his scalpel*

Albaine: *blinks when all the anthros suddenly enter the clearing and starts really thinking about leaving*

Ryo: *Lifts a hand and casually waves at Albaine*

Albaine: *waves back at him* Hello.

Ryo: *Walks over to Albaine* How have you been?

Albaine: I've been alright. You?

Ryo: I've been alright, been planning a picnic for my wife and I. That's about it for me

Albaine: A picnic? That sounds nice. *has only a vague idea of what a picnic is*

Ryo: It gives me an excuse to make my wife eat *Trails off when he notices all the new Namrah. Spots Yetaru and then Kevin, gaze bouncing between the two* ...Huh *Blinks*

Albaine: *wonders why he needs to force his wife to eat* What? *looks over where Ryo is looking, recognizing Kevin, and can't seem to place who Yetaru is*

Ryo: Hmm? *Blinks* Oh, sorry. *Points at Yetaru* I'm not sure if you remember him from the other night, but that's my son. I didn't know he grew... *Feels a little sad since he can't carry Yetaru around anymore* He looks so much like his mom

Albaine: *looking from Kevin and Yetaru, some kind of similarity setting in but not to the point where he feels comfortable saying it, especially with the female gender words making him uncomfortable* Ah...so namrah grow in stages, jumping from one stage to the next?

Ryo: *Nods* Yes. It's kind of sad because they go without growing, then bam *Snaps his fingers* They grow. *Sighs* They grow to fast here

Albaine: I wonder how that works... *refering to the ability to literally grow overnight*

Ryo: I used to wonder if humans would slip something in the kits food and drink to make them grow like that, but now I know that's not true. I didn't let them near my kids while they were growing up

Albaine: *shrugs* Maybe that's just the way namrah are.

Ryo: *Nods* It still makes me feel a little sad though... *Sighs again and stuffs his hands into his pockets* I suppose I'm just a clingy dad who'd like to stay young and small so I can pick them up and hug them

Kevin: -Glares and dusts his clothes out for the second time this night-

Albaine: I really don't blame you. You were human once before, correct? Normally you'd get about 18 years before they moved out and on with their lives. Here you get 2 months? *hears a crash of someone landing in the clearing and looks over*

Ryo: Yeah... *Ears perk, looks over at Kevin and calls out* Are you alright?

Albaine: *half-waves at Kevin, recognizing him*

Ryo: *Motions for Albaine to follow if he wants before heading over to check Kevin over himself* Are you certain?

Kevin: -Half-waves right back before turning to Ryo- I think I would know if I am fine or not, Ryo.

Albaine: *follows after Ryo because he has nothing better to do, and just listens in at the moment*

Ryo: *Shrugs a little* I'm me, is me asking a second time really a surprise? *Looks over to Albaine* This is my wife, Kevin

Albaine: Ah. *feels a bit more comfortable now that he has a face to go with the title* We've met a couple times before.

Kevin: Guess not. -waves at Albaine again- We've met, though I've forgotten your name.

Albaine: *not even sure if he told Kevin his name, and waves back* It's Albaine.

Ryo: *Eyebrows go up in surprise* You have? *Looks over at Albaine* Now I can't help but wonder who all you know from my life *More to appease those small feelings of sadness that rose up earlier, and because he just likes touching Kevin, he reaches out to brush his hand over one of Kevin's*

Kevin: Oh, alright. I would tell you mine, but you already seem to know me, so -shrugs and takes Ryo's hand in his own-

Ryo: *Squeezes Kevin's hand and whispers* I have a surprise for you tomorrow

Albaine: *thinks about Ryo's statement* Probably not that many. *taking into account that he really doesn't meet random namrah often*

I'm off to bed
*Drags Ryo out*
Night

Ryo: *Sighs*

Albaine: *waves goodbye to Ryo as he's dragged out*

Albaine: *wanders into the clearing*

Ren: *wanders out*

Albaine: *spots Ren* Hello. *suppresses his urge to wave stupidly at the blind male*

Ren: *tilts his head slightly, turns to smile in Albaine's vague direction* Hello.

Albaine: How're you? *still kinda bored*

Ren: I am well, thank you for asking. And yourself?

Albaine: I'm alright.

Ren: *smiles* That is good.

Albaine: *nods* Yep. *can't think of anything to talk about*

Ren: *still smiling* Life been a bit boring lately?

Albaine: Unfortunately. It'd be nice if something exciting happened.

Ren: *smiling* A tree could fall on you. That would be exciting, yes?

Albaine: Not really, I'd just get out of the way. *has the air of 'it's happened before'*

Ren: No adrenaline rush?

Albaine: There is, but it goes away too quickly. A couple minutes later and I've pretty much put it in the back of my mind.

Ren: *tilts his head slightly* You must have nerves of steel.

Albaine: I...guess? *never thought of that concept, and it's not that impressive in his world if you're a teleporter*

Ren: *frowns slightly, feeling like he's not getting something* Something else mainly?

Albaine: *shrugs* I'm a teleporter.

Ren: *pauses a moment* Ah. That certainly makes sense.

Albaine: Yep. So any "nerves of steel" I might have in those types of situations is only because I don't generally have to fear for my life.

Ren: Do you run into very many life-threatening situations?

Albaine: Of that nature? No.

Ren: And of other natures?

Albaine: Yep, one recurring one that eventually got me in the end. Anyways, I'm heading home. Have a good night. *walks home*

Ren: Good night. *walks off himself*

Albaine: *wanders into the clearing*

Ryo: *Walks out with his thumbes hooked in his pockets*

Albaine: *spots Ryo and waves*

Ryo: *Waves back before walking over to Albaine* Good evening

Albaine: Hello. How're you?

No wai! O8 *pulls out a camcorder to preserve the event for posterity*

Ryo: I'm good, yourself? *Flicks an ear when he feels like he's being watched. Slowly looks around, gaze coming to rest on Emy* ...Can I help you?

. . . *waves at Ryo* No, sir, I merely represent the interests of the next generation. 8D

Albaine: Hm? *looks over at Emy* Oh, it's that human. An acquaintance of mine lives in her household, I believe. *wonders what on earth could be so interesting about him talking to someone*

Ryo: Any idea on why she's really recording us?

Albaine: *shakes his head* Not unless she finds you interesting.

Ryo: *Shakes his head* I suppose that I'm used to it, or should be. Maybe you're acquired another stalker?

Hey, I was telling the truth! D8

Hehe, maybe Albaine could start a collection of stalkers. ninja Put them on display someplace for others to see.

Albaine: *raises an eyebrow at Sara's idea* ...if I trapped them and put them on display they wouldn't be stalkers anymore, just trapped individuals. *thinks that the idea of showing them off would be rather creepy*

...true. >.>

Ryo: You wouldn't have to worry about them stalking you then

Albaine: That would be about the only perk in that example though. Putting them on display and showing them off would be creepy. *resists adding an 'even for me' to that statement*

Ryo: *Nods* What have you been up to?

Albaine: Not much. I was only just allowed to come back here recently. Sara was playing this weird game up until a little while ago.

Ryo: You were trapped inside?

Albaine: *nods, obviously not happy with this idea*

Ryo: Don't you have anything to do when trapped inside?

Albaine: Yes, but it's still annoying. *mostly spent the time reading books*

Ryo: You couldn't even go out into the yard?

Albaine: Too crowded. It's strange how many namrah at the house are nocturnal and enjoying being outdoors rather than indoors.

Ryo: I'm not sure if I could handle that...

Personally, I'm surprised Albaine wasn't banging his head against the wall and threatening to kill me if I didn't stop playing that 'stupid game' and let him leave.

Albaine: What would that accomplish? I already know from Nek that humans here can't die. *wonders where Nek is*

Ryo: *Looks off to the side at the mention of humans not dying* Hmm... Nek? *Searches his mind for why that name sounds familiar*

Albaine: Another acquaintance of mine. I haven't seen her around lately though.

Ryo: She the blond that you're normally seen talking with?

Albaine: *nods* Haven't seen her in a few months though.

Ryo: Maybe the same thing happened to her that happened to you?

Albaine: That's what I'm thinking. *leaves out that Nek had an enemy who would like to see her dead and that she may or may not already be in Namiah depending on when new namrah can arrive*

He still bawks!

Ryo: I'm sure your human would know, they seem to know everything *Looks over at Ishie* Stop putting words in my mouth

...
*Slithers away*

Albaine: That's if she feels like telling me.

Ryo: If she doesn't, then you would have to find a way to finesse it out of her way

I saw your response right~ after I posted, Sara-chan. XD; *still taping EVERYTHING* For posterity! 8D

Albaine: That's more of Blazon's thing than mine.

Ryo: *Cocks his head* Alright

Albaine: *looks over at Emy* And she's still taping us.

Ryo: Does it bother you?

Albaine: It would bother me more if I was doing something uncharacteristic. At the moment it's just weird.

Ryo: You could ask her to stop

Albaine: *shrugs* I doubt anything I say would make any difference in her choice to video tape me.

Plus you got to admit it's funny in a weird way. =3

Albaine: *at Sara* What's your agenda in this conversation? *has the suspicion that humans only interject comments to their own personal amusement/gain*

What agenda? I don't have an agenda. D=

Ryo: Well that's when you leave

I'm off to bed
*Drags Ryo to bed*

Ryo: *Waves good night to Albaine*

Albaine: *waves back* Night.

Huh? oO . . . Wait just a moment. 8D; *sets the camera up on a tripod, dashes off, and comes back a few moments later, hands Isaac this* That what you're looking for? 8D

Albaine: *stares blankly at the camera watching him doing...nothing...and simply moves out the the camera's path*

*adjusts the camera to follow Albaine, still laughing* Your- *snicker* -girlfriend- *chuckle* -is my- *gasp* Jackual Frosti's granddaughter! XD

Albaine: ... *getting irritated now, but doesn't show it, and teleports to a hiding place*

*handwaves Isaac* Girlfriend, girl who is a friend . . . *pouts when Albaine leaves* I was just recording- *looks at the camera* . . . Okay, when did the battery die?! D<

Albaine: *stole the batteries stays silent*

. . . *puts the camcorder tape in a pocket dimension to look at later*

Albaine: *debates going home*

Kara: *appears in front of Albaine, eating a Hershey bar* Hi.

Albaine: *waves* Hello. Your human was video taping me earlier.

Kara: She does that sometimes. *offers him some chocolate*

Albaine: Even when the ones being taped aren't doing anything particularly interesting? *blinks a bit at the offer of chocolate* Oh, thanks.

Kara: You're welcome. No guarantees that what is interesting to us is the same to them. *finishes up her chocolate* Besides, haven't you heard of editing?

Albaine: ...editing? *has no clue what that is*

Kara: *tucks the wrapper in her pocket* Hmm, evidently not. Have you seen movies before?

Albaine: *nods* A few.

Kara: When they're filming the movie, they can take as many takes as they want, in whatever order they have to, because when they're done filming they can just edit together the bits they need and cut the rest.

Albaine: So you're saying that my conversation could be taken out of context and used against me? Great...

Kara: Not necessarily. It could just be twisted to an entertaining context. *pulls out a mint bar* At least she's unlikely to make you confess to killing Mother Teresa.

Albaine: *tries to think of something that could be used out of context based on what he said* Mother who?

Kara: Teresa. She's . . . Er, some Catholic nun from . . . long enough ago that's she's dead from old age by now. She was a really compassionate and altruistic person. Really famous for helping third world countries. *only knows about her through third hand anecdotes*

Albaine: Huh. Sounds like a nice person.

Kara: *nods* Precisely.

Albaine: *done thinking over the lines he spoke* Well I can't think of anything that could be considered entertaining or that could be taken out of context.

Kara: Good start. Now consider it compiled with everything you've said before and everything you might yet say.

Albaine: ....well I suppose things could easily be taken out of context in that instance...

Kara: *nods* Haphazard editing does yield some interesting stuff.

Albaine: Though if she had access to everything I've ever said then she would know a good portion of my life... *actually more concerned over her leaking about his childhood than the wedding/death*

Kara: The humans tend to know more than is good for them anyway. *shrugs* You'll probably only have to worry about looking ridiculous.

Albaine: Looking ridiculous...well, could be worse...

Kara: *nods slowly* Yeah. *NOW starts spacing out*

Albaine: *notices* Tired? *tends to space out when he's tired*

Kara: *shakes her head slowly* Most definitely not.

Albaine: *has no clue what to talk about*

Kara: *suddenly eating an apple* So. How was life away from the clearing?

Albaine: I didn't really enjoy it much. The game Sara was playing was weird, so I decided to read books instead. Everyone else just stayed outside. *would have rather read outside than inside*

Kara: Ah, books are nice. *doesn't really know, but likes listening to stories, anyway*

Albaine: *nods* Well, I'm heading back. Have a good night. *waves and walks home*

Kara: *waves with her free hand* Pleasant eve.

Albaine: *wanders out*

Kara: *walks out*

Albaine: *spots "Tomoe" and waves* Hello.

Kara: *walks over towards Albaine* Hi.

Albaine: Hello. Same as usual?

Kara: Rather. Yourself?

Albaine: I'm alright. *would state that he's actually relatively happy that Sara has been ignoring him since the Pokémir came, but doesn't want to jinx it*

Kara: *smiles* Well, that's nice then.

Albaine: *nods, and looks around* Seems busier than it usually is this late.

Kara: . . . Maybe the regional chapter of the Night Owls had a meeting?

Albaine: Could be. Either that or something's going on. *referring to the event*

Kara: *nods* Also a possibility.

Albaine: *notices that most of the humans have left* Well, if it was something looks like it's over now.

It's cause you said something. razz

Albaine: I doubt I made anyone leave just by mentioning it.

Kara: *smiles* On the contrary, you looked the gift horse in the mouth.

Albaine: And that made everyone leave?

Yes. xd *jokingly shakes a fist* I was having fun too.

Albaine: *actually doesn't care either way*

Kara: *shrugs* It's referring to something disappearing when you point it out.

Albaine: Oh. *didn't know that* That makes sense.

Kara: *nods* Indeed.

I still need to figure out what to make you wear on Halloween.

Albaine: Why do I need to dress up? -_-

Because Nek's gonna be a butterfly and she can't be the only one in a costume. =D

Kara: Hmm, dressing up . . .

Do you have any thought on what he should be? =3

Albaine: *raises an eyebrow at Sara's question since he thought that she was going to pick out something ridiculous rather than asking other what they think*

Night Raine-chan! ^^

He should be a sunflower! 8D

Kara: *absently smacks Emy upside the head* Don't be ridiculous.

Ow~ . . . *limps off-screen*

*writes suggestion down* Sunflower...

Albaine: I'm not dressing up as a sunflower. neutral Or any kind of flower.

How about a Venus flytrap?

Albaine: How the hell would that work out? *can't imagine it*

I dunno, I'm just being silly. biggrin

Kara: *imagines Albaine in a Venus-flytrap costume* . . . *sudden laughing/coughing fit*

Albaine: *still can't picture it* Well, I bet it'd be a silly idea for a costume.

You could dress up as a Carnivine. =D

Albaine: I don't even know what that is. Some sort of carnivorous vine?

It's a Pokémon. 3nodding And it looks 10 times cooler and less disturbing than Lickilicky.

Kara: *still laughing*

Albaine: ... *doesn't even want to know what a Lickilicky is* You're not going to dress me up like a Pokémon are you?

Nah. I'm not. D= Galden turned me off of the idea with a funny mental image.

Albaine: Galden?

He's one of the new ones. biggrin He's a shiny Mightyena.

Galden: I'm not shiny. Do you see any sparkles on me? neutral

It's a term! =D And no butting into conversations, only I can do that. *shoos Galden away*

Galden: *rolls his eyes and stalks off with a word sounding remarkably like hypocrite muttered beneath his breath*

Albaine: *tempted to just shoo Sara away*

Kara: Bad idea. Don't try it.

Albaine: Yeah, probably. *nods in agreement with Tomoe* I'm going to head off now. Have a good night. *waves and walks home*

Kara: You don't want her to get creative with your costume. *casually waves* So long. *walks out*