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 Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 2:40 pm
._Cupid's Little Helper 1
... In which Lucretia gets an idea
Lucretia fluttered around the center aisle of the drug store, distracted from her errand momentarily by the overwhelming amount of pink. Gaia was gearing up for some sort of love holiday, and she was trying to figure out what exactly it all meant. Apparently there was a lot of candy involved, but the love was important, too, according to all the cards. Someone with whom to spend the rest of your life~
It all seemed very beautiful and exciting.
... Which made her task of buying shampoo for her father seem all the more dull.
She left the cards and chocolates and plastic flowers and pink plush toys behind and returned home, considering what she could do for Kumoru for the love holiday.
The Ice Rose Raevan certainly loved her father, and decided on the way home that she would have to buy him some chocolates. But... he was her father, too, so she could not exactly date him. Ordinarily, the girl imagined he would go on a date with Aylana, but they had not heard from the Fa'e in quite some time. She knew this probably made him sad, but secretly, Lucretia was not actually all that upset about it if it meant that she had Kumoru to herself.
But... it seemed from all of the cards and flowers and such that it was probably necessary for him to have some sort of date. As she let the plastic bag with her purchases swing from her fingertips while she drifted home, the girl wondered just who might be good for her father. Her wonderful, handsome magical father.
The first person who sprang to mind was the little Porcelain man who had come to visit a few times. Lucretia did not know him well, but Kumoru had apparently spent a lot of time with him while he was over; she had hardly seen him. Still, she knew from Jilan that the red-haired man - Kouyo, was it? - was skilled in magic, a High Priest, even.
So they would at least be able to talk about magic together, Lucretia concluded. And Kouyo was not Aylana - he was not even female, of course - so she would not have to worry about being jealous of him. She could set it all up for Kumoru in secret, and it would be a wonderful surprise!
Because like the advertisements in the window of the store had said, "roses make the perfect gift!". It was up to her!
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 2:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 10:49 pm
._Cupid's Little Helper 3
... In which Lucretia sets her plan into motion
"Daddy, have you heard from Miss Aylana lately?" Lucretia called into her father's study, hovering around outside the door.
"Actually I haven't," Kumoru replied without looking up from the book he was reading. "Why do you ask?" As far as he could recall, Lucretia did not hate Aylana or anything, but her attitude had struck the mage as less than favorable.
The Raevan drifted through the doorway, hands clasped behind her trailing ribbon. "Well, it's almost Valentine's Day, and I didn't want you to be alone or anything for the holiday...."
Smiling faintly, the necromancer turned to glance back at the girl, pulling his reading glasses down his nose with one finger so he could look at her over the tops. "It sounds like you have something or another in mind already."
"Well, I want to try to set up a date for you," Lucretia told him, trying not to sound too excited.
"With whom? Sounds like you have someone else in mind besides Miss Aylana."
"Uh, yeah, but, it's a secret." The girl grinned at her father. "I have a place picked out that I know you like, and a person who should be a good friend of yours." She put the faintest emphasis on the "should", as she dearly hoped this plan of hers would work, and her father would be able to mend... whatever was wrong between him and the Porcelian High Priest.
She just had to keep the "who" part a secret; Lucretia was a bit worried that, if Kumoru knew beforehand, he might refuse just because he was still mad at Kouyo or something.
"A special Valentine's Day secret date for me?" Kumoru rose to his feet, setting his book aside. "I guess I can't say no because you've probably already invited the other person...."
"Yes, I have," Lucretia said as she shook her head to tell him that she actually had not. Because really, she should not lie to her father... she loved him too much.
The necromancer laughed softly, walking up to Lucretia to rest a hand on her shoulder. "Who is my mystery date?" he asked, gently taking advantage of his hold on her will to try to get the information from her.
The Ice Rose's brow furrowed slightly. "It's a secret," she insisted.
Surprised by her resistance, Kumoru pressed her a bit harder: "I'd really like to know, Lucretia...."
"Kouyo," she told him after a moment, then quickly added, "But it's a secret."
The mage let her go and nodded. "Don't worry I won't tell him." He studied the Raevan for a moment, then asked her, "Where and when do I have to meet him, though?"
Lucretia immediately brightened up again, and cheerfully informed him, "Tomorrow afternoon at one, at that smoothie shop downtown. It's close to the bookstore, so you can go straight to work from there afterwords."
Kumoru glanced upwards as he thought of where the place in question was relative to his workplace, then nodded. "Good thinking, Lucretia," he praised with a smile. "I'll be there, and I'll be sure to bring my mystery date some chocolates or something."
"I already got a box for you to take to him," the girl said, feeling very proud of her plan. "The bag is downstairs, but I can bring the box up to you."
"Sure," he replied, and started back to his chair. Lucretia started to head out, but Kumoru thought of something called for her again before she was through the doorway.
"Lucretia? Kouyo will come alone, right? Without Setsushi?"
"Huh?" The girl thought back for a moment, then recalled how the huge Porcelain warrior had come by the house in desperate search of his friend once before.
"Oh, right. I can make sure Setsushi will not come with him." Good thing her father had thought of it. Lucretia already had a few ideas as for what to do with Kouyo's close friend, and was thankful that she had had the foresight to purchase two boxes of candy when she had visited the store.
... Perhaps she could take him laser-tagging or something. Something that would be likely to keep him occupied for a while. Lucretia worked her mind to come up improvements to her amazing plan to ensure that Setsushi would not interfere.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 10:57 pm
._Cupid's Little Helper 4
... In which Lucretia extends her second "invitation"
Lucretia drifted into the used bookstore where Kouyo worked as the owner, Aodhagan, let her in, and offered the elementalist a polite smile and a bow. She had dressed up for today, wearing a black sheet around her shoulders to keep them covered. Not because she was cold or anything, but, with any luck, the Raevan hoped to avoid freaking out the Porcelain High Priest with her usual style of dress.
... Also, if she was going to play Laz0rTag later, she wanted to have something to wear, so her skin would not glow quite as much under the blacklights.
"Is Kouyo here?" she asked the shop owner, glancing around the shelves a little.
"Yes, he's in the storage room," the man replied. "Wait here, and I'll go fetch him for you." He turned on his heel and walked to the back of the store, disappearing into the other, smaller room. And after a few moments, he reemerged ushering the masked, dusty, and rather defeated-looking Porcelain along with one arm around his waist.
"Here you are," Aodhagan told her. "Feel free to leave whenever you're finished with him. I'll be around to lock the door." He released Kouyo and bowed elaborately, then headed back into the storage room.
Kouyo sank to his knees on the floor as Master Whitestone let him go, and held his shaking hands to his chest. As he worked to calm himself down, the priest projected his apologies to the spirit: this little bird did not want to be rude in receiving Miss Lucretia, but his boss always tends to leave him quite shaken up like this....
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then pulled his mask down below his chin so he could speak more easily. "Now, Miss Lucretia wished to talk with this one?" Kouyo asked softly, glancing up and finding her a bit more clothed than usual which was a relief.
The Porcelain remained kneeling on the carpet, and so Lucretia leaned down closer to him. She had spoken to him very little the times he had visited her home, and so she was a bit uncertain as to how to address him. Lucretia smiled a bit warily.
"It's almost Valentine's Day, you know" she told him. "And I, ah, wanted to be sure you have a Valentine. Since Jilan told me about how lonely and sad you are."
Kouyo's brow furrowed and he looked back down at his knees. Then he looked up at Lucretia after a moment, smiling a smile that did not reach his eyes. "Thank you, Miss Lucretia, but I'll be okay. I don't really understand Gaian holidays, anyway."
If nothing else, it struck him as strange that the lady was asking him. Really, though, Kouyo had decided that he was best of not thinking about the love holiday at all.
"Really?" The Ice Rose looked uncertain for a moment before her expression became eager again. "Everyone has to have someone to be their Valentine for Valentine's day, though. And there's someone I know who wants you to be their Valentine."
The priest shivered in spite of himself, in part because of Lucretia's proximity, and in part because he thought he knew to whom she was referring. He had been worrying that such an encounter could be dangerous, particularly with how the human necromancer had most recently attempted to hold onto him.
"I would not know how to be a proper Valentine," the priest told her, unwilling to sound rude by telling her outright that he did not trust Kumoru any further than he could throw him. "Does he not have a Gaian Valentine who is more familiar with the holiday's traditions?" ... What did a Valentine have to do, anyway? Marriages in secret, like the short piece about Valentine of Rome said? Probably not, from what Kouyo had gathered so far.
"It's easy. I mean, I'm setting up the date for you. That's the hard part." She edged closer to the Porcelain, reaching out to lightly rest a hand on his shoulder.
Kouyo could feel the cold of her skin through his clothing, which disturbed him, so he edged away from her.
"A date?" he repeated, giving off a faintly troubled feeling. "I should not. I... I already have a Valentine. I think."
"Oh, really?" The girl crossed her arms, studying him closely as a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Still trying to get out of this?
"Who is it, then?"
The High Priest sat back and hugged his knees to his chest, sighing, but he said nothing and did not look at the Raevan.
"It's that Setsushi, isn't it?" Lucretia concluded, laughing a little and giving the red-haired Porcelain a knowing glance. Fortunately, she had already thought of this, and had come up with a plan to keep the Knight out of the way.
"Come on, just come on this date I was nice enough to set up for you, okay? You need more friends anyway."
Aodhagan emerged from the storage room again and walked up behind Kouyo. "What's this about a date for Valentine's Day?" he asked, exaggerating his curiosity. "Someone wants to take the little bird out?"
It was already done? So this visit was about forcing him to agree to... being a valentine or whatever. Kouyo shivered a little and chewed his bottom lip. Much as he did not want to see Kumoru again - he strongly suspected the necromancer was meant to be his "valentine", since it was Lucretia asking him to do this - the priest was also quite fearful of what might happen if he got the spirit girl angry.
The shop owner's sudden interest terrified him, as well, and the priest half-wondered if he had been in on this, too. He knew would not be given a choice in this matter.
"Fine," he murmured. Perhaps Kouyo could just go and not say a word and Lucretia would be happy and Kumoru would leave him alone. "Where do I need to be, and when?" The priest got to his feet slowly, glancing worriedly between Aodhagan and Lucretia.
"Today at one in the afternoon, at the smoothie place two blocks up the street." Looking intensely pleased with herself, Lucretia drifted closer to Kouyo again. "You know where I'm talking about, right? You can like, see it from the doorway of the shop."
"Yes, I do. Thank you, Miss Lucretia." The High Priest badly wanted to measure the bookstore a few times to calm himself down, but was trapped between the pale-haired human and the Raevan. He backed himself up against one of the shelves and stood there shaking, and tried not to break down completely.
"Don't worry, it's a nice little ice cream shop, if you haven't been there," Aodhagan assured him. "Nice place for a date, I should think, especially your first date in Gaia."
"Look a little happier, Kouyo, it's Valentine's Day," the Ice Rose urged, seizing his shoulders. "And don't worry about Setsushi. He'll have a valentine, too."
The Porcelain looked up then, eyes wide with sudden worry for his dear friend. "What?" he choked.
Lucretia let him go and twirled around once. "That would be me."
Kouyo grasped at the blue ribbons trailing from Lucretia's hands, visibly shaking with upset. "Be very careful with him," he told the spirit, peering into her eyes and giving off an intense protective feeling for Setsushi that both begged and demanded that the girl take him seriously. "Be very careful with him and do not break his heart."
That the spirit... did not quite exist below the ribs was a small comfort, Kouyo supposed. But she was also clearly magical, and he had no idea what sorts of abilities she possessed. Swaying on his feet a little from his deep concern for Setsushi in addition to his usual anxiety, the High Priest stepped away from Lucretia and hoped he would not faint.
The Ice Rose's brow furrowed and she slipped her ribbons out of Kouyo's hands, clearly surprised by his sudden intensity. But she nodded, and told him, "Of course I won't break his heart. It's Valentine's Day, duh. You just don't do that on Valentine's Day."
"His heart seems a lot stronger than yours, little bird," Aodhagan commented, his tone teasing as usual, as he caught Kouyo under the arms.
"Just as long as you make sure you're at the smoothie shop when you're supposed to be. Don't break your valentine's heart by standing him up!" Lucretia scowled and shook her finger at Kouyo. Then her smile returned and she brushed her fingers lightly against Kouyo's cheek before moving away towards the door, leaving the priest with a fierce case of goosebumps and... well, the arrangements his date.
Aodhagan winked at Lucretia and assured her, "I'll make sure he's ready to go." As the girl left, he frowned a little and attempted to blow some of the accumulated dust off of the top of Kouyo's head.
"Thank you," Kouyo muttered numbly. Here he was, getting thrown into the ocean again....
(( Crossposted to Kouyo's journal ))
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 11:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 6:44 pm
._Cupid's Little Helper Aftermath Kumoru Lucretia, Thank you for your help. Be sure you are not trying too hard, though. Your father, Kumoru
The Valentine card would be a day or so late, but the girl would be ecstatic to receive it from him regardless. And then Kumoru could just gently remind her to leave Kouyo alone for the time being....
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 6:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 6:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 6:48 pm
someone Around the fourteenth of April, perhaps a few days before or a few days later, a small red box, just a little cardboard thing such as would be used for holding chocolates, arrives at Kumoru's address; the larger box protecting it is addressed to Lucretia, but bears no return address. A plain piece of string is tied around the smaller package; wound up in its knot is a spell which someone tried to cast neatly and tidily but would appear smudged and obvious to any experienced mage handling it.
Inside the box is a folded piece of paper, lightly scented with some vaguely flowery perfume, and two tiny ice carvings. They appear to represent some type of flower, perhaps the cherry blossom, and were, originally, extraordinarily detailed, with delicate notches and ridges and a bit of pinkish color -- dilute beet juice? -- suspended in the frozen water.
... However, while the water-resistance enchantment on the cardboard is holding up well, the freezing spell applied to the whole box was not very well done, and the now slightly lumpy blossoms slosh about in tiny cold puddles along with a third, shapeless ice chunk -- a fallen comrade, it seems.
The note is very brief and written in an extremely neat hand; it would look typed but for occasional, slight irregularities in the letters' angles:
For a Lady I have wronged
and long-lasting loveliness to find her.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 12:31 am
Lucretia hovered at her father's shoulder eagerly while he scrutinized her package with white glowing eyes. She tried to understand his caution at the box that lacked a return address but... it was a package just for her! Leaning closer, the Ice Rose Raevan rested her fingers lightly on Kumoru's arm.
"Since the spell is inside, can I open it and then you can have it back to see the magic?" she asked, edging closer.
The necromancer shivered at her touch, though thankfully her fingers had not brushed against bare skin - he could feel her chill through the fabric of his robes.
"Sure," he said, handing the package to Lucretia finally. "Whatever it is must not be too dangerous, if it is not even strong enough for me to see it through the box." Kumoru might have been a bit more worried if the box had been printed with his name and no indication of where it had come from, but he still wished to be at least somewhat cautious.
Making no real effort to preserve the outer box, the girl clawed at the tape and peeled off some of the cardboard as she tore into her mail. There was a smaller red box wrapped with string inside, and she lit up eagerly as she showed it off to Kumoru.
"Can I open this one, too, right now? It's just a little box! How dangerous could it be?"
"One moment," he murmured, plucking the box from her hands. Something very small tumbled around inside quietly as he turned it over.
Kumoru laughed softly as he gently tugged the pair of enchantments out of the knot of physical string. "Looks like just some sort of freezing spell, and something waterproof," he observed as he handed the inside box again to Lucretia and instead studied the rapidly-fading threads of magic. To his magic-attuned eyes, the spell appeared distinctly different than his own, but he could not thoroughly examine the enchantments before they dissolved and faded, apparently having served their purpose.
The Raevan, meanwhile, yanked the string from the box and opened it... her brow furrowing in confusion as she studied the contents.
"Ice and a puddle?" There were pink tinges to the shapes that struck the girl as pretty... but not precisely appetizing. She set the box down on the corner of Kumoru's desk and took the note from inside the box, and shook a few droplets of water off of the paper before unfolding it.
"What is it?" the necromancer inquired, leaning over a little to peer at the contents of the box. "They look like flowers," he then observed. "Just a little melted." He picked up the box and tilted it slowly to get all of the water with the remains of the ice flowers into one corner.
"Here, hold your hands out. You can freeze them again."
Lucretia read the writing on the card, looking confused. Then she shrugged and tossed the scented page onto the desk, before holding her hands out as her father requested. He poured the ice flowers carefully into her waiting palms.
The water felt warm to her skin, and she cradled the remains of the petals as the water ran into her palms and froze there, making the two flowers and the extra chip into one solid piece. Then, smiling, she held them closer to peer at them.
"They are kind of cute," she commented. "The pink color looks pretty."
No more magic lingered on the paper or in the box, and so the necromancer allowed the spell that let him see it to fade. Kumoru picked up the page, scanning over the short message and finding that it lacked a signature.
"Any idea who might have sent you this?" he asked her. "Someone who has handwriting that is far neater than his or her enchantments? Someone who can work with ice, and knows that you do the same?"
At first the Raevan seemed not to hear his question, as she was holding the piece of ice with the flowers to her hair and pondering how she might be able to get it to stay there - as long as they were close to her, the little blossoms would not melt anymore.
Then she replied suddenly to the necromancer's question as a thought struck her: "Setsushi the Porcelain can make ice cubes. I've seen him do it." The flowers were far more delicate than simple cubes, but then the Raevan supposed that the ice cubes had just been for her to eat.
... Though if the flowers were meant for her to eat as well, she was not sure she wanted to destroy them by doing so.
"I thought Kouyo was the magical one," Kumoru mused, glancing over the handwriting again and shrugging. "Though I guess you would know about whomever has apparently wronged you better than I would."
"Let me see that again," The Ice Rose said, reaching for the note again. "And I think Kouyo hates me." She suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable with her father seeing the brief letter, unsigned as it was.
When he returned it to her, she thanked him and quickly swept off to the bathroom with the paper in one hand and the flowers in the other. Hopefully with a little extra water, Lucretia could put the little ice blossoms in her hair to wear for as long as she wanted.
And then she could slip away sometime back to Setsushi's house, to see if he was the one who had sent the parcel. ... Maybe he could explain exactly what the note meant, too.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 1:52 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 5:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:41 pm
._Part-Time Empty Nest
Jilan was the only one still home when Lucretia woke up. The Porcelain moved about the kitchen making himself a meal when the Raevan drifted downstairs to join him.
It was no surprise that the others had already gone, at least. Kumoru had been quite excited to tell the family that he had found himself a new job pushing paper in a hospital, even if he readily admitted that it was the money, definitely not the job itself, that had him interested. That was a full-time job, though, and so he had also elected to put Bhel in school for the year, to be sure he could learn without his guardian's guiding hand there all the time. And Jilan had happily taken over his father's part-time position at the bookstore.
That meant there would be more money handy for fun things like trips and laser-tag, but it also meant that Lucretia would be home alone whenever Jilan had his shifts.
"Do you need something?" Jilan asked, speaking in his strangely slow, yet carefully enunciated manner. By his projections, he was nervous again, but still had room to offer his sister help if she wanted it.
Helping other people usually worked to calm him down anyway. Which was why it would be best when he got to work for his first day and could start helping and stop worrying about messing up.
The Porcelain glanced back at Lucretia over his shoulder when she did not immediately answer, then turned his attention back to his breakfast, pouring boiling water into a bowl of oatmeal.
"Oh, just wanna join you for your breakfast, I guess," the Raevan replied, frowning. She drifted over to the refrigerator and opened the freezer up top, then took out a tray of ice cubs. "Since I'll be bored while you're gone." With a series of cracks, she twisted the tray one way, then the other, to loosen the cubes.
Then, as an afterthought, Lucretia added, "I think you'll do fine at your work. I mean, Kouyo cleaned that whole extra room out without dying under a pile of books or something." ... Ah, except she was not supposed to trouble herself with thoughts of the High Priest. Flipping the tray over, she dumped a few cubes into her palm, then put the tray with the rest back into the freezer.
"Aah...." Jilan blushed a little, stirred his oatmeal with one hand, and fixed his glasses with the other; he had not realized he had been thinking out loud. But, he thanked Lucretia regardless. His projections remained tinted with worry, but he did not address it as he urged Lucretia to join him at the table.
He was never sure what to talk about with the Raevan - she did not need to project for the Porcelain to feel her wildness, and it intimidated him somewhat. Lucretia reminded him of Shuuken, but Jilan still felt that he knew Shuuken much better. A shame, perhaps, since Lucretia was supposed to be his sister ... but she also was not Porcelain.
The little scholar set his oatmeal down and then fetched himself a can of iced coffee from the refrigerator, and watched Lucretia as he popped it open and took a sip.
Lucretia picked a chair at the table to occupy as well, and watched her delicate humanoid brother mill about the room a few moments longer before he finally started into his coffee and oatmeal. She was never really sure what to talk to him about, either; he learned her father's magic, which seemed like a good place to start, but then the Raevan did not actually know any herself. Magic felt and tasted and smelled and sounded to her, and she could make it sometimes maybe by mistake, but Kumoru's magic words rather escaped her - how could he remember how to read all those letters, let alone memorize spells?
While she pondered this not for the first time, the girl fixed Jilan with her black gaze and sipped distractedly at her ice cubes.
... It would be nice if she could think of something to talk about, though.
It only took Jilan a second to notice that Lucretia was staring at him, and he promptly turned his own eyes to study the curls of steam from his oatmeal in response. When she did not stop, the Porcelain began to give off a cold feeling, directed at her, in hopes that she would notice and stop. Her intensity was not helping his nerves.
He remembered his own home-alone days, though, like those times when Genka and his wife had both been gone to work, even taking little Genkyou with them, and projected a small concern if his sister would be alright being alone, herself, in the house for the day? Or even just for five or six hours, really, since she had been given the task of seeing Bhel home from school.
"Huh?" Lucretia blinked and shook her head as the Porcelain prodded her mind with the question. Then her eyes crossed as she looked at the curls of water vapor she had stirred slightly with her breath.
"Oh, yeah, I'll be alright." She shrugged. "I know the house, and I can defend it. I mean, it is my job to defend it, so it'll be good that I'm here and not elsewhere."
"Lucretia does not want a job, too?" Jilan ventured to raise his eyes, and noted happily that he was no longer being scrutinized.
"I already have a job," the Ice Rose replied. "Help Daddy. If he wants me here, then I stay here. If he wants me to get a job somewhere else, he'll let me know."
The little scholar nodded slowly, and ate a spoonful of oatmeal. Then, after a moment, he wondered more specifically, though projections without words, if Lucretia wanted a job.
The Raevan finished her first ice cube, and picked another up off of the table, shaking her head as she did so. "Not really, no. I'll pick Bhel up, and that'll be good enough."
Covering up all thoughts of how strange her response seemed to him, Jilan just nodded again, and kept eating his oatmeal. He tried to make a bit more small talk - asking the Raevan what she planned to do today, and so forth, but the responses he got from Lucretia were not particularly detailed, and did not really invite further conversation. After a few tries, the Porcelain gave up, and just settled for watching her sublimate ice cubes while he himself scraped up the last of his oatmeal.
Lucretia focused on her ice cubes, answering her brother's questions when he asked them, but since she was not really sure what she was going to do with herself today, she was hardly in a place to discuss plans in great detail. She was creative enough to find something to do, sure. And there were plenty of ice cubes, and it was a nice day out, so she would not go hungry. There were always books and magazines and the television....
When she glanced up from her meal, Jilan's eyes were on his pocket watch, and the Porcelain was about on his way out the door.
A few threads of concern slipped from the Porcelain again as he paused in the doorway to bid Lucretia goodbye for the day. But as long as she was okay on her own while everyone else was busy, then he need not worry, right? Maybe he could bring her a book back or something; Master Whitestone had agreed to let the little scholar borrow one or two every now and then.
"Sure, book would be cool," she told him with a smile. "But yeah, I'll be fine here. See you later."
... And as soon as Jilan pulled the door shut behind him, Lucretia thought of about ten things she could have asked him over oatmeal and ice cubes.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:50 pm
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