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 Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 7:11 pm
As Leran would probably guess, Miki-chan did not like his name, for according to him, it was not his name. It was the name Hansi gave him, and if he had his way, he would have kept his original impish one. His “owner” had just taken control and gave him something he could never learn to live down. He would probably say he was the most intelligent creature in the room, too. “Ya could have Hansi as your human,” he slurred, flicking something he found in Hansi’s hair away with his fingers.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That you’re crazy?” Benji suggested, cheerfully watching Leran work. Involuntarily he began to rock back and forth, hands clasped behind his back. Now all he needed to do was hum.
“Oh. Well that’s fine.”
((OOC: I think I will have Sasha return in my next post… Is that fine with you, or do you have anything else you want them to do before? ))
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 7:29 pm
Russom stopped thrashing at Miki-chan's reminder. He threw a glance at Hansi, fear flitting across his face, and then disappeared to who-knew-where. The other imp came up with a lot of good points. And he would have loved, really, to get to know him... But the best point of all was that he WASN'T Hansi's, and it also happened to be the best reason not to talk to Miki-chan.
Leran had apparently decided to take some lessons from Lucas (or perhaps the females in his life). He continued to ignore the others...the only real acknowledgement of them was the fact that he avoided the side of the room with the "nonexistant" and insane creatures, and he continued to focus in on undoing his mess and creating other similar jobs for himself.
OOC: Feel free to... My characters are too busy being paranoid to be interesting atm. wink
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 8:03 pm
Sasha may have preferred the bottle rockets over the greeting he received, which was a flying leap from Hansi that nearly knocked him off his feet. If it had been Benji, he would have instantly started flailing, but Sasha did no such thing. He just stood there, holding the doorframe and glaring at the back of Hansi’s head, for the maniac had slid on his way over, ending up in a slanted position with only the shopkeeper for support. It took some maneuvering before both were in normal standing positions once again. “What are you doing?” he asked, using a tone that could only be described as snooty.
“Not working.”
“Thank you, Benji. What are you doing here?”
“To make sure Hansi didn’t get into any trouble.”
“How did it go?”
“Not too well.”
He glanced once toward Hansi, who was bobbing up and down with a stupid smile on his face, mouth partially open. It was a wonder anyone could handle the odd man, but then again, Benji had enough quirks to do it. “Please take him home.”
“Sure.” Finally Benji crossed the invisible yellow tape, grabbing Hansi’s sleeve as he began to pull him to the door. This did not occur without Hansi doing a twirl, freeing his arm and whacking Benji square in the face with the other. Benji looked more confused rather than harmed, though, and he just grabbed him by both arms next and began walking backwards, pulling him towards the door.
“BUT BOB WANTS TO STAY!” the lunatic whined as Benji pulled him through the door, which Sasha was holding open.
“There’s ice cream at home.”
“OTAY!” he twisted slightly, almost knocking Benji off balance, and withdrew one arm. Using the free one, he shook Benji’s hand off his other arm. “We’ll bring what we promised tomorrow!” And he slammed the door, knocking a few things off the shelves.
Sasha glided away toward the items, carefully picking them up off the floor. “What was that about?”
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 8:16 pm
No matter how much he was giving the cold shoulder, watching Hansi interact with Sasha was always too amusing to ignore. He was already grinning when Sasha asked his question, so that wouldn't be any indication that he knew what the shopkeeper meant. He shrugged, "I guess they were happy to see you. And bored. It's been dull around here. Except that Lucas actually shifted his feet once.... whooo, I think that was almost too much excitement for all of us!" Easily sarcastic, and now that he wasn't ignoring the imp, more than ready to do something interactive. Even if that meant talking to the voo doo doctor himself.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 8:32 pm
“Unfortunately for all of us, Hansi knows how to make his own fun.” What was this? Was Sasha making an attempt at some form of humor? Or maybe he was merely stating the undeniable facts. Either way, the sarcastic remark was slightly strange for him, for it did not actually down anyone in any sort of way, at least not obviously. Hansi would take it as a compliment, anyways. He shook his head once before setting the items back on the shelves, but not before his perfectionist ways got in way and he had to straighten them a few times. “This is for you.” With this as the only warning, Sasha pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it toward Leran. “Please be careful with it. It is a handwritten explanation on most of the items in this store, and I do not want it ruined.” The object was a book, and just as Sasha had said, written in a neat-hand. It was also hand-bound with ribbon, so if Leran was not careful, it could come undone. Sasha probably would know if this happened, too.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 8:47 pm
"He might have been put to better use as one to keep the population under control," Leran suggested, "Just hand him to a prospective mother for a few days, and - Boom! - she's out getting her tubes tied instead."
Leran was a little surprised to have the otherwise serious Sasha toss something at him, but being caught off guard was the life of a mischvieous child sandwiched between two other mischivieous children... He caught the book with ease, though his face betrayed the surprise. He looked it over with a frown, distinctly feeling a narrative voice in his said telling him to heed Sasha's warning because he'd probably know if the thing came undone.
"Why didn't you just type it? I mean, it's nice for pretty, special effects and I know you're all about that sort of thing and all, but--Ow! What is WRONG with you?"
"Your disregard," Russom snapped. At hearing that there was a book of explanations in the room, Russom had immediately ran to Leran's shoulder and was looking at the book with all interest.
"Geez, did you just say something with an extra meaning? I'm impressed. Anyway, don't you own a computer?" Leran ignored the slap on the side of his head this time.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 9:00 pm
It was Sasha’s turn to be caught slightly off guard. He could not immediately answer Leran’s question but instead had to think about it. Customers usually did not go around inquiring on such things, so he had no explanation planned beforehand. “I had one once, but Hansi got too close to it.” And that’s probably all anyone needs to know to predict what happened to his computer. Actually, it just leaves more questions, like what Hansi did to it, but at least everyone could figure out the end result. “If I need one, I use the one at Hansi’s place, but I would rather go through the trouble of doing it by hand rather than stepping into his realm.” Plus, it probably wasn’t Sasha that wrote it up, so he wasn’t inconvenienced in any way.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 9:09 pm
Leran outright laughed at that, "I don't think I believe that at all. Hansi messed up your computer, yet you can use the one at Hansi's if you need one? Sure, whatever... I imagine also that you're too much of a Scrooge to go buy yourself another one, stick it where you need to? Or too foolish to make backups? You don't have copies of this somewhere?" He waved the book a little, "I sure wouldn't give me something I couldn't replace. It'd be an awful lot easier than handwriting it!"
Leran's eyes were all lit up as he teased Sasha, not exactly cruel, but maybe not entirely good naturedly either, "I suppose computers are just not good enough for you, hmm? Or maybe too good for ya?"
Russom rolled his eyes and sighed. Leran didn't understand ANYTHING!
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 9:23 pm
Sasha completely noticed the teasing. Who could not? Instead of making him angry, however, it made him grin back at Leran. It was more fun this way, anyways. “Hansi fixes his computer each time it gets broken. I do not trust him to fix my things, however, because I would not doubt he would put something extra in there. He likes explosions.” Like the exploding radio, but Sasha doesn’t need to know about that… “I will admit that I am too cheap to buy a computer each time Hansi breaks it. I do not think there are enough computers in the world.” And that’s probably true, too, in a completely rhetorical way. At least, we would all hope so. “I have some other copies, both typed and handwritten. It is just much easier to get angry when something happens to this one.”
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 9:34 pm
"Ah-ha, you are a twist of Scrooge! You MAKE reasons to get angry at the people you associate with, I see... That's why you hire trouble-makers who like explosions and fools like me and Hansi." Leran waved his hand slightly, "Alright, whatever, I see how it is. I'm sure it doesn't derrive from childhood bullyings, or being afraid of computers or anything like that. Doncha worry, Uncle Scrooge McSasha, I'll se---"
"He's your UNCLE!?!" Russom literally almost tumbled off of Leran's shoulder.
"Do you like ducks? Or any animals? I could get you a dog, or better yet a cat...You're probably more into monkeys though." He wasn't exactly entirely random in his word choice, but Leran liked to go without explaining himself at first. With people like Sasha, who had the chance of actually following him, or at least making up his own word games, it was fun. With people like Russom, who didn't have a clue, it was just hilarious.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 9:58 pm
And of course Sasha followed Leran’s words, and this made him grin even more. Unlike Hansi he could control this, however, so that it was not a scarily large smirk. He had to keep his face attractive, after all. Russom did somewhat change his reaction for a moment, for his outburst was too dense and confusing, and it deserved at least a slight eyebrow raise. Yes, it was hilarious, and Sasha actually quite enjoyed that, but making guesses at the word games…that was more fun. And what could be better? Replying. “Actually, Hansi and Benji do not work for me. We just work together. Hansi has enough to deal with at his own shop.” He always enjoyed spoiling Hansi’s secrets. This was less a secret and more something Hansi usually just regretted to mention, and even if he did, no one would believe it, but it was fun nonetheless. “And I know for sure that Hansi is no fool, but I will have to admit that he is a complete and utter annoying idiot. Benji stops more trouble than he causes, for most of it is caused by his employer. Unfortunately, I cannot really think of anything to come to your defense.”
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 7:16 pm
Leran opened his mouth to speak the moment Sasha said that Hansi owned a shop, but Sasha was still talking and he closed it again, settling instead to wipe his face clear of the surprise and so only leaving interest and amusement.
"Actually, I would think one of the better definitions of a fool is one who plays the idiot. An idiot's someone like me who just likes to get into trouble to see what'll happen 'cause he doesn't know. That would be the only explanation for me. Ah, the defense of being a teenager," mischief was back to being on his face, "allows ya to get away with a world of trouble." Why even bother arguing with Sasha over it? It was exactly the excuse he'd been hiding behind since he was old enough to figure out being a kid was the perfect reason not to be what all the adults expected him to be. And it sure was a lot more interesting that way.
Leran didn't even get to somehow weasel in Hansi's shop for Russom's interuption, "You being a teenager is exactly why we must work to correct the ignorance that you have! That mother of yours is obviously too foolish herself not to keep you disciplined! Your father does try, but, well, he is an ignorant human himself."
"You can't even figure out how they fit a galaxy into one of those candy bar wrappers, so shut-up!"
"It isn--"
"So, Uncle Scrooge, how'd you and Hansi manage to catch the imps?"
Russom shut-up.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 6:46 pm
“Hansi just knows how to get what he wants.” Oh, Sasha would have loved to be on the same side as Leran, downing Hansi enthusiastically, but it was more fun to be against Leran. One may also notice that Sasha wore a blank look anytime something relating to one’s childhood was mentioned, but it was a more plain than a stupid look like Hansi or Benji would wear. As always, the whole ‘Russom factor’ somewhat puzzled him, but he hid this well, finally replying during the silence with a grin. “Now I understand why Hansi sent that imp to you.”
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 3:20 am
"I'm sure he does." Leran momentarily darkened at Sasha's first comment, something obvious enough because of the silence. And he folded his arms at the second comment, "Oh, so now you picked the imps out specifically? Like puppies? And WHY?" He doubted, because he asked, that he'd get the answer. At some point in the conversation he'd come to the realization that directly asking anything from Sasha meant that he was going to be side-stepped somehow, but he couldn't help it now. He might as well finish this game today so that tomorrow another one could be played. And unless he thought of a better startegy than what he had.... Tomorrow was going to be really dull...
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 2:34 pm
“It is always better when Hansi has a plan.” The answer was quick, as if he had expected the question to be asked, and Sasha grinned with his response. It was also most likely truthful, for one would expect Hansi could be much more random and harmful if he did not know what he was doing. Then again, he could be much more harmful if he knew how he was going to cause it, but luckily for everyone Hansi did not seem like this type of person. Causing harm never seemed to cross the lunatic’s mind, and this was probably why he often caused it. If you don’t know how to cause harm, you won’t know how to avoid causing it. At least, that’s how it seemed in Hansi’s case.
It looked like Sasha was about to say something more, but the slam from the back door cut him off. This would probably better for Leran when one considered Sasha’s smirk, though he did not seem bothered by the interruption. This occurrence may leave one asking why no one seemed to use the front door in this shop, but this fact did not seem to bother Sasha, either. “How could you use Aki like that?” the interrupter shouted, waving a pale hand around until it was pointing directly at Sasha. Eicca would seem much more threatening if he was taller.
“Be careful with Akisa,” the golden shopkeeper replied back, just as smiley as before.
The boy looked embarrassed for a moment and slightly jumpy he brought his arm down, grabbing his doll with both hands. He seemed to fidget under the cheerful gaze of Sasha, still fuming.
And then he noticed Leran, jolting so violently that he almost dropped his doll. Luckily he caught himself, and still fidgeting he mumbled out a reply. “Sorry, you usually don’t have people here at this time…”
“He is currently working here.” Even in this overly merry tone those words had some venom to them. Maybe it was his choice of words, for it was not ‘he works here’; it contained a time limit, one only he seemed to know about. Sure, they had made a time limit when they started this deal, but this was not the one he hinted at here. Then again, maybe this was all just the paranoia of someone over-thinking it.
“Oh, that’s him. If that’s the case…” he took a breath, “How could you use Aki like that?”
“She agreed to help.”
“Well, that’s—I mean, how can you—okay, fine. Sure. We’ll talk later. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Immensely so.”
“At least you’re honest.”
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