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 Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 7:09 pm
Aftermath:Quote: Mignon: Ability Gained!Well. That was a ballet class that went... Well. Er... Okay, maybe not. But either way, somehow the events surrounding the class seemed to have awoken something within Mignon! The ballet, the dresses, everything (except perhaps the blood) seems to have contributed! Now Mignon has the ability to...: Easily comprehend medium-difficulty choreography"I am so angry with you right now, I-I-I-!" Jeane trailed off, voice shaking with emotion. She flipped off another car and sped down the road, still gesturing angrily. Mignon crossed her hands over her chest and sighed. Mom was ranting again. This was getting more and more common. "Don't you sigh at me, Mignon!" "Fine. Whatever." Her eyes rolled at the back of the driver's seat. She still didn't see what the big deal was. So she'd hit that awful, lying b***h in the knee with her baton. So what? It's not like she'd killed her, or anything. "Don't you use that tone of voice with me, Girlie! I will get out of this car and spank you if needed be!" Annother eye roll. Like Jeane could spank her. She was almost as tall as her 'Mother', though the older did have a weight advantage. Mignon smirked again. You'd certianly never see her fat as a cow. Jeane was glaring at her in the rear view mirror. Mignon smiled her brightest smile at her. "You best watch where you're driving, Mommy. There's a police man in front of you." "s**t!" * * * Twenty minutes and one speeding ticket later, Jeane was dragging Mignon up the steps to talk to the ballet teacher. She was making good speed for a girl her size, mostly because she was still angry. She had cooled down slightly after the third flight of steps, but her temper flared up quickly enough with the looks she got from the teacher and Muffy's parents. She gritted her teeth, repressing the urge to strangle something (Preferably a blonde, onion something). "Mignon, could you explain why you hit Muffy?" The teacher asked, trying to be gentle. Muffy's father glared at Jeane and Mignon before speaking himself. "Muffy told me that she is a violent, angry little girl. I'm surprised she hasn't acted out yet!" He said, chest puffing out. Both Mignon and Jeane glared at him. "Firstoff, bucko, Mignon isn't violent. I'm sure she had a very good reason to do what she did." Her glare turned to Mignon, plainly saying: 'You had BEST have a good reason'. Mignon thought quickly. "She hates me." Her head dropped down to her chest. "I just wanted to be her friend, and she's allways calling me 'weird looking'. And then I got my Daddy to buy me a pretty new dress, and she lied and said I looked ugly." Her gaze turned to her mother. "She lied to me." She pleaded, hoping that would soften her mother, who knew how lies made her feel. "Mommy allways told me that only bad people lie. And she just made me so sad. So, I hit her." I'd do it again if I could. She added mentally. Jeane's hand burried itself in her hair, but not in a bad, pulling kind of way. "I just want to make new friends and dance. I like to dance." She added, staring at the teacher with big eyes. The woman sighed and looked away. "I'm sorry, Mignon. I can't have this kind of violence in my class." Her voice was gentle. "I'm going to have to refund your mother's money and ask that you find a different place to study." Complete personality one-eighty. Mignon smirked at the teacher and stood up. "Good. I'm glad. Your teaching sucked." She turned her gaze towards Muffy's parents. "And I hope your ugly, buck-toothed b***h of a daughter allways limps." She turned and flounced out the door, Jeane behind her. The woman grabbed Mignon's arm tightly and dragged her. "Room, grounded untill further notice?" Mignon asked, sweetly. Jeane glared at her again. "Yes." She weighed the situation in her head. She was grounded to her room, where she could try on clothes to her heart's content, and she got to show that b***h a thing or two. All and all, it was worth it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 4:18 pm
Sibling Talk "You know, you're lucky that she hasn't done worse than ground you."
"I know. I mean, now I just get to sit in my room and dress myself up. A dark blue would look really good with your wings, by the way.""No thanks. I don't really care about clothes. I'm fine with my slogan shirts."" 'Don't interupt me while I'm ignoring you?' Nice. Can I borrow it sometime?"
"Nope. That's what you get for being a tall freak. You'd stretch it.""Nah. It'd look cute all tight and stuff. Like a pop star!""If you turn into a whore, you'll break your mother's heart.""She has a heart?""Har, Har. Very funny. She's human, after all.""Human? So, what are you, then?""Complicated, stupid.""Don't call me stupid!""I thought it was 'ugly' you didn't like?""Say that again and I'll gut you like a fish.""Har, Har. I'd have you unconsious by the time you took three steps. I use these chains with deadly accuracy.""Yeah, right, shorty.""Say that again and I'll crush your skull.""Yeah, right.""I did it to Bob once.""Well, that's not hard, from what I've heard.""Jeane's crushed his skull once. With a shoe.""Wow! What kind?""Her green stilletoes.""Oooh. If her feet are ever the same size as mine, those shoes are so totally going in my cloest.""I like her black boots, myself. All piratey.""They'd make you taller.""And those sparkles would make you less ugly."Finally, a pause. The two 'sisters' looked at each other. "You're not as bad as you used to be.""You know, I was thinking the same thing."
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 1:52 pm
Mignon's thoughts: September 7th
mom is beeing bad agan. shee is yeling and cring and laing. i hat her.
i am woreed aboot Leeris. his moo is cracy and he thot no on lieked him. I liek Leeris an wood never leeve him. i hop kilah wile bee good too him soon.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 5:58 pm
September 17th, Sickness: Mignon plays nurse.
At the moment, Mignon counted herself very lucky. She filed her nails before rapping on the door of the bathroom. "You okay in there?" She called.
"I ******** hate you." Was Rene's reply, followed by the sounds of retching. Mignon winced; it did not sound fun in there.
"Just, uh, call me if you die, or something." The onion girl said, standing. She walked into the kitchen, where Dhee was curled into a ball on the floor. She stepped over him and leaned by his head.
"Daddy?"
"Miggy... Love... Please go away." The dragon replied, squeezing his eyes shut. Mignon shrugged and proceded into the living room.
This was where most of the family was congregated. Chaya was collapsed on the couch, with the much larger Conan at the other end. Draco and Inuyasha napped on the couch, a puddle of vomit on the dragon's blue shirt. Feeling charitable, she removed the demon baby and put him on the floor with the other sleeping infants. Draco opened an eye and moaned at her.
"Wannanother shirt? She asked. Dracon managed a nod. She retreived the shirt and helped him change, and he fell right back to sleep. Mignon gave him a pat on the head before surveying the rest of the family.
She found Daisuke hiding in Jeane's room, coughing. "I hope you don't get any worse." She said, frowning. Daisuke edged away from her, not quite trusting her after the entire makeup incident. He gave another hacking cough and scooted back into a blanket.
Finally, the last person in the house to check. Mignon scowled and climbed over to Jeane. The woman opened her eyes and peered at the girl for a moment.
"Miggeh?" She said after a moment. Mignon nodded firmly. Jeane gently reached up and patted the girl on the chest. "Out, babe. Yer not puking, and I don wan you to be." The girl complied quickly and rested her back on the door.
Mignon wasn't exactly sure why she wasn't sick, but she wasn't complaining. Puking looked very unattractive.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2005 5:05 pm
September 20th
i met may tha othar day. he levs inna forrst. he had a spidr nammed kitten and bagaria. he semed nicee.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2005 11:09 am
September 28th
Finally, I've found another ballet class for Mignon. Guh. That took forever. Dhee's going to drive her, since it's farther away, and you're not prying me out of this chair for anything.
She gets around okay, though. She's allways heading up to Chaco's house to maul the other children, and she told me the other day she wandered around in the woods untill she found a random kid. As long as she doesn't turn up dead, I don't really care.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 12:33 pm
November 16th-Dhee writes
Let's see... what all has happened since Jeane decided to be a lazy bint and not update? Gods, she's going to kill me for that. Ah, well.
Miggy's actually doing well in her class. And by 'well', I mean she hasn't attacked anyone or gotten sent home in the past two weeks. She's allways prancing around with one hand on her hip, practicing her dance steps and stretches in front of the television.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 8:58 pm
December 11th[/g]
Mignon sat down at her vanity table and dipped a caligraphy pen into an ink fountian-
Quote: I've been so ungodly bored latley. I've even worked on learning this caligraphy stuff, just to show Jeane off. I'm smarter than she thinks. Plus, this looks pretty. I'll probably head up to the HQ later to hang out, or something.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2005 2:43 pm
Playdate with Gillian Jeanemon Mignon stared up at the snow coming from the sky. Dressed in a warm red wool ensamble, she was comfortably warm. She scooped snow into her mittens and tossed the ball up into the air several times. Augh. She was bored. Idly, she scanned the area around her looking for something to hit with the snowball.
Gillian had never seen snow, but he'd read about it. Whatever it was, it was up to his chest and horribly cold, hard to move though... like water only thicker. "Nn...nn... nn..." He almost had to swim to get anywhere. Sighing he got up on his toes- still only able to make out white. Jeanemon Aha, movement! Mignon honed in on the movement somewhat like a shark, holding the snowball above her head. She gave the snowball an underhand at the figure. "Hey!" She called, laughing. "Who goes there?"
The tiny Sin stopped jumping and simply waved his arms around, "Mig!"Jeanemon A smile broke out over the girl's face. "Gilly!" She called, scooping the boy up and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "How are you doing, my darling little friend? I haven't seen you in forever?" She asked, beaming. D'aww. Gilly was just so cute. Jeanemon Awww. How couldn't she like someone who complemented her? "Thanks, Gilly." She beamed. "Do you wanna go inside and hunt around, or play in the snow out here?" Now that there was someone to hang with, she didn't care either way. Jeanemon "This is my first time seeing snow, too." She told him, looking around for a good place to sit him down. "You're so little, I don't want you to drown in all this white fluff." Finding a good hollow, she sat him back down. "Now, build a snow house? Do you like make lots of little snowballs and pack them together?"
His guardian wasn't being cruel- but Gillian had very fragile health and being outside in the cold too long was dangerous, he was allowed about an hour each day as long as he took a warm bath afterwards... neither Gillian really minded but the baths always seemed too long.
"I can make the bottom- and you the top?" He looked up again, smiling, "Then we can play in it."Jeanemon "Awwww, poor guy." She could just see him trying so hard and not being able to get everything made. So cute. "Sounds good to me." And she started to roll snowballs. "You're such a smart little fellow." She commented, smiling down at him.
Nodding he continued working with his snowball, dropping down to a crawl to push the snow along the ground. He sunk in pretty well, his shoulders poking out from his crawl just above the snow. "You're smart too. I didn't think to make snow balls first... just the wall." Jeanemon "Flitch? I haven't seen him in forever..." She hadn't seen a lot of people for a long time, actually. The social butterfly hadn't been able to stretch her wings, and it ticked her off. "Elfanese? No elfs around me, so I wouldn't know. People at my house talk English or in grunts and snarls." All of Jeane and Dhee's fights sounded like that, actually. "I like making snowballs, so that's the first thing I thought of." Mignon shrugged. "You way would probably work too."
The snowball was pushed up a bit higher as it got larger, now and then Gillian would pause to pack it down a bit more, "Okay... You can be the queen and... I'll be....", he paused, looking off to the side then back up at her, "You pick."Jeanemon "Oh, Rune? Love that lady. She did some kind of magic mumbo-jumbo and now I have my own room." Rune was awesome. "It's okay that he's bigger, though. I bet you're cooler. I like you, and anyone I like has to be cool. It's a rule." "I'll be the Queen, huh? Well, I think you'd make an excelent Snow King." Score another hit in Gilly's book with that comment. Jeanemon "Aww, you'd make a good king. You're cute and good, and you make me smile. All good qualities in a king." She paused to consider the ball she was rolling, then added a happy face to it. s "Gillian would be a good name for a king. It has a good ring to it." Mignon dimpled down at him. "Jason would be a good king name, or Joshua, or Jonathan. All have good rings to 'em." She paused in rolling snowballs to put her hands on her hips. "And what would be a good queen name for me?"
"Mignon the.... the....", he looked around a bit, "Theeee........Mignon the beautiful." He smiled, looking back, "All best queens were that."Jeanemon "Oh, sorry, my bad." Mignon said, frowning, until she understood. When Gilly gave her her name, she beamed. "Oho! If I'm Mignon the Beautiful, you must be Gillian the Wise." That definatly raised up her opinion of the boy even higher. Cute and smart. Awww.
The boy looked up shortly as his guardian's warhorse began towards them, casting a shadow over where he was sitting.
"Gillian, hour's up." Gabriel said softly, "We don't want you to catch your death. We can make coca back at home if you'd like." The elf smiled, looking to Mignon, "And your lovely friend is welcome to come along if the'd like."
Gillian looked a bit disappointed not to have finished his castle but perked up at the mention of coca, "Mig, you like coca?" Jeanemon Mignon was surprised at the size of the horse. She'd allways thought them to be smaller. But Gabriel's manners put her at ease and a smile on her face. She definatly liked this family. They said nice things. "We can finish the castle another time. I defantly don't want you to get sick. I think I'd cry." She patted the boy between the horns. "And Coco is awesome."
Good thing he had... Master Chaco had said that the boy was weaker than the other children in many aspects, smaller and more fragile. A common cough would seem twice as bad so there was reason for concern over illness. He tolerated it well enough, though often times he'd admit to his distaste for having to go inside after such a short time. But coca- no one could argue that.
"Very good then." Gabriel smiled, slowly sliding himself down from his mount, "How about a ride? I'm sure that he won't mind."
The infant in his arms watched them both curiously with a pair of blue eyes.
"Oh! How rude of me." Gabriel kneeled down, allowing the infant a look to the others and Mignon a look at the baby, "This is Hugo. Rune brought him to us just recently, he'll be living with us from now on."Jeanemon "Yuki's a real good guy." Mignon said, smiling. She turned the smile towards Gabriel. "I've never ridden a horse before." She admitted, rubbing the back of her head. "I'm Mignon, by the way. I dropped over at your home once to meet this darling little gentleman." "One of Rune's? He's a doll." She leaned in closer to get a better look and shot the infant a smile. "Cutie."
Gillian reached up to pet the horse's knee, "He's a good horse. Walks real slow if you get scared."
Hugo smiled back at the girl, curling his hands under his chin a bit more. Jeanemon "Poor lil' guy. At least he's got a good place now." Another smile to the little boy. Awww. Blondes were great. "Um, how do you get on a horse?" She asked, staring up at it. She trusted Gilly when he said it was a good horse, but still. Horses were big. Mignons were small. And unless she was going to get a boost or there was a chair nearby, she didn't think she could get up.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 9:06 pm
Oh, Kilah... Noyama "S-SOMEBODY GET THIS THING AWAY!"
Poor Karoko. Life just hadn't been good to her, and never once had she complained. You'd think having Noharu as a motherly figure would do some damage, but she remained a very polite, and even more intelligent girl. Along with that, she was responsible.
Which is why she'd decided to take on the task Kilah had asked Ancelin to do. She was just too young to go wandering around alone, looking for people! All she'd wanted to do was help. And where had it got her?
Stuck in a tree. Stuck in a tree with a werewolf below her, growling and clawing at the wood.
"I-I swearrrr, I don't mean any harrrm!" Karoko called down, clinging to the branch for dear life.
"Kaiyumi doesn't know you!" the werewolf snarled, fur standing on end. "No bat people here! No bat person Sin'aeis like you! Kaiyumi won't let you rob Kaiyumi's house!"
"B-But I don't w-want to rrrrob you! I just need to find some people is all!" Jeanemon Tossing a snowball in the air, Mignon crossed the grounds with a slightly annoyed look on her face. God. Bored. The shouts coming from a tree caught her attetion and she started over, looking at the green werewolf with a smile on her face. Carefully, she threw the snowball at her in an underhand toss. "Hey, Puppy!" She called, walking closer. "What do you have up there, huh?" Noyama Moron she may be, Kaiyumi had a surprisingly quick reaction, moving out of the snowballs path. Turning sharply, her bared teeth and lowered ears immediatly became less threatening. Every race had a certain scent for her, one the 'bat person' she'd chased up the tree didn't have.
"Kaiyumi caught a robber!" she said proudly, tail wagging.
While Karoko was still almost as nervous as she'd been as a toddler, this was more annoying than anything. Rolling her eyes, she sighed heavily then called out, "I'm NOT a robber! I told you, I'm only looking for some people! Some of the Sin'aeis here, really!" Jeanemon Peering up at the girl in the tree with a slight smile on her face, Mignon turned to Kayumi. "Why, haven't you done a good job! I bet Chaco and Aylee will be very proud! But why don't you let her come down? I'm sure if she is a robber, you'll be able to handle her." She moved back a few steps, still peering up. "Can you get down by yourself?" She asked, still smiling at the absurdity of the situation. Noyama Kaiyumi hesitated. Sin'aeis or not, she wasn't one of the twins. Really, she'd been hoping one of the two boys would be drawn out by her barking and come tell her what to do from here. Oh well. "Alright," she agreed finally.
"Yes," Karoko answered with a sigh of relief soon following. Flying made life easier. Of course, if she was great at it she would've just stayed in the air instead of latching onto a tree. Within seconds, she'd soared down and landed softly on the ground. "Thank you," the Eden offered, sending a look of dissaproval toward the 'dog'.
"Anyway," Karoko continued, calming down. "As I said, I'm looking for some people. Um, Lyrus and Mignon." Jeanemon "Well, little robber," Mignon laughed slightly, eying the girl, "You've found one of them. I don't know where Lyrus is, though. I could tell you how to get to his house, if he still lives there." She frowned slightly, though, eyebrows crinkling. "I'm afraid that I don't know you, though." Noyama Karoko silently thanked no one in particular for having finally found ONE of them. It took her forever to find here. With Kilah and Violet, she'd come twice, but Gizmo had brought them and she'd honestly never paid all that much attention. That was something she dearly regretted.
"Oh, well, I'm glad to meet you..." The childs voice trailed off, and suddenly she seemed rather sad. In response to this, Kaiyumi blinked and flicked her ears. What an odd robber! "Unfortunately, I wish the circumstances are better. I'm afraid the news I have is bad, though."
Struggling to look a bit more cheerful, she held her hand out, and only then was it apparent her other hand was holding a few somethings. "My name's Karoko," she introduced politely. "Noyama's my aunt."
It was easier than saying 'Noharu's my mother.' A lot of people didn't seem to be on good terms with her... Jeanemon She shook Karoko's hand, her eyebrows furrowing farther. "And, of course, I'm Mignon." But if she was related to Noyama, and was looking for Lyrus and Mignon, that could mean very few things. She took a deep breath and asked as steadily as she could manage: "Kilah?" Noyama As she drew her hand back, Karoko nodded. "That's right," she confirmed almost regretfully. Kaiyumi's purple eyes went from girl to girl, blinking in between each. Why did they act this way so suddenly? The bird girl was mean, yes, but she was funny, too!
"If you know the bird girl, why didn't you bring her with you, silly panda?" Kaiyumi asked, her tail wagging again. It wasn't uncommon for her to bounce from growling to tail wagging within seconds, it seemed.
"I'm...afraid I can't bring her anywhere," Karoko managed, her now free hand tightening. Her shoulders trembled a little, but she didn't cry. Noharu told her tough ones didn't cry. Ones like Kilah, though her mother said she wasn't tough, just crazy. "The ocean took her away, you see."
Wordlessly, she held the object out to Mignon. A...tape recorder? Yes, a tape recorder, and a dagger. The latter couldn't have been that surprising considering. "She...she wanted you to have these. I guess there's something on that tape, but, um, I didn't listen to it or anything..." Not that she hadn't WANTED to... Jeanemon The... Ocean? Blinking quickly, Mignon accepted the tape recorder and the dagger mutely. She stared at the dagger, flipping it over, tearing forming in her eyes. Clearing her throat once or twice, she blinked untill the tears were gone. "So!" She said, almost briskly, "She's dead, then? I knew it was going to happen, one day. She was..." Well, too good wasn't the way to describe Kilah. Maybe Mignon could still see her friend as good, but Mignon wasn't exactly the best judge of character. "... Too good for the world. Never really deserved her, you see." She was rambling, but it didn't really matter. If she kept talking, she wouldn't cry. "Kilah'd be pissed as hell if I cried, you know. When she went away once and I came to see her, she left me a note telling me not to cry. So, I won't." The words came out with difficulty, and she pursed her lips hard. Noyama To her words Karoko, smiled. Not a happy one, but one of sympathy. "Yes," she agreed quietly.
"B-But, the other bat person can fix them!" Kaiyumi protested suddenly. "The boy one, he can fix them! He can.. he can bring them back! Kaiyumi knows! He can!" Again, her eyes fled around at each of them for any sign of confirmation, but the only response she got was the same look Mignon got from Karoko.
Ears low, the werewolf turned and fled back in the mansion, yelling childish insults over her shoulder at the both of them. They were stupid. They were wrong.
It was depressing, for lack of a better word. Karoko frowned and shook her head. "Will you... will you be okay?" she asked Mignon, clearly concerned. Jeanemon Another bark of harsh laughter came from Mignon. "Probably not. You might not beleive me, but Kilah was the best friend I had. She was allways good to me, and I loved her." It might have been easier if someone had killed her. Then Mignon could have sworn herself to revenge. But, no. Stupid Kilah had to get into a fight with an ocean. What was Mignon to do, run out and beat the nearest water fountian? "Stupid Kilah." She muttered, still blinking furiously. "She got into a fight with something too big. Why didn't she wait for me? I could have helped her. I would have. Oh..." Tears were coming again and she gulped. "Th-Thank you, Karoko." She managed, eyes squeezing shut. "It's better to know, really, rather than waiting for her to come back if she never will." Noyama There was little Karoko could think to say. What could ANYONE say? More people hated than liked Kilah. In a way... she was like Noharu, when you thought about it, and what would someone say to make her feel better if it had someone else bringing her news she was dead?
She attempted to make the other girl feel better, but didn't get very far before another interuption. This time, a very welcomed one.
"Wark?"
"Oh, Gizmo," Karoko greeted sadly, watching him walk to them. "I'm glad you're here." So, so glad. At this rate, she'd be crying too, and that would get them no where. Since Mignon was Kilah's best friend, and Gizmo was always with Kilah, he'd definately know how to handle her better.
"Excuse me," she requested in a whisper, then disappeared in the mansion as Kaiyumi had. Somehow, comforting a werewolf that had chased you up a tree seemed easier...
The griff whined, gazing up at the onion Sin'aeis. Lifting his front leg, he pawed at the recorder and snorted. Jeanemon Not able to say goodbye to Karoko, Mignon sank to her knees and patted Gizmo. "Hey, Gizmo." She said, tears pooling at the corner of her eyes. She reached up to brush them away, but her lower lip started to quiver. It was harder, somehow, not to cry once the bat girl was gone. "I'm not crying, so don't tell Ki-" And maybe that was when it hit her. Gizmo wouldn't get to 'Wark' at Kilah that Mignon had been crying. Because Kilah was gone. Never again would Mignon get to help Kilah and Lyrus be friends again, or help her with anything. Tears streamed down her face, and she reached up to scratch Gizmo's beak. "I guess you'll miss her more than me, huh, Gizmo? You were allways so good to her. She must have loved you, but you know Kilah. Probably never said so, huh?" She asked, holding the recorder up to him. "Should I play it for you?" Noyama "Wark." With his tone like that, it was hard to tell if he was agreeing or not. Maybe being with Kilah so long had made him impatient like her, because without answering he thwaped the recorder with his paw, hitting various buttons before finally managing to smack 'Play'.
Almost immediatly the voice came:
Heeeey! Oh, man, you have no idea how hard it was for me to get a chance to do this. So many ******** morons running around, UGH.
Oh, and stop crying. I know you are. It makes you look like a little b***h. You're not Twila, stop it.
ANYWAY, if you got this it means I'm dead yaddayadda. First off, let me leave some advice behind for you: BECOME A LESBIAN.
Seriously. Boys equal stupid. Jaxom, especially. Lyrus's brothers are evil, don't trust them. And, between you and me, Lyrus doesn't break the stupid rule either. Sure, he's okay now, but they get WORSE.
Since I have limited time until Twila wakes up finds out I turned her hair green--haha, I hope greens an ugly color--I'll move on.
So, we're going to that damn island again, and that's why I took the time to make this stupid a** tape. Bad s**t happens there, ya know? First you're blinded, then your eyes get ripped out, it seems like being deads the next step, doesn't it?
Lucky for you I am SO damn awesome. Hopefully, I died in some kick a** battle and drug the b*****d I was fighting down with me. Oh, man, that'd be sweet. If that's what happened make sure they make a statue of me!
Right, going off track. ANYWAY, I left you a dagger. It's an important dagger. I also pondered the risk of just disappearing, being kidnapped or something, maybe. So, I took it upon myself, being the genius that I am, to cast a nifty little spell on the pretty little weapon I handed off to you.
Make sure you keep it in your room tonight. If I'm dead, my ghost will come get it. I know it sounds weird, but I'm positive I casted this right. I cursed it, ya see. My soul can't leave until it has this one, and one I HOPE is already with Lyrus, but knowing the ******** I probably had to ask to do this they haven't gotten it to him yet.
To make it simple, if this thing is still there when you wake up, I ain't dead. I've got a bad habbit of comin' back from the grave. I'm bad a** like that, you know how it is.
And, uh, incase it IS gone... you guys know...um... Yeah, you know, you're... tolerable and stuff...
Right, whatever. Later days.
Oh, and Aard sucks. Remember that.
After those final words, the tape cuts off. Jeanemon Even though tears still came, a smile had formed on her lips. The tape was just like Kilah; which, of course, made sense, her being the one who recorded it and all. But from her line about the statue to her final words, it made her feel better. She held the dagger tighter, its weight giving her hope. Even if Kilah had made a mistake during other spells, she might have suceeded in this one. "You're pretty damn tolerable yourself, Kilah." She stood up and wrapped her arms around the Griff's neck. "Thanks, Gizmo." She breathed into his feathers, her eyes squeezed shut. Pulling away, she offered him a smile. "And if-When she comes back, I so totally wasn't crying, okay?" Noyama "Wark!" the griff squawked assuringly, nodding. Unlike Kilah in a lot of situations, Gizmo hadn't ever proved to be a liar when he gave his word (and his word would be 'wark' since it's all he ever said) on something.
Wrinkling his nose back at the darkening sky, he nudged the girl away from the mansion a bit with is beak. "Wark," he repeated, and somehow it just seemed to be some parently-voiced, 'You should get home now!'. Besides, all this had to wear someone out. Jeanemon "Bye, Gizmo. You stay strong, okay?" Still holding a deathgrip on the dagger, she smiled at him. "No more tears. I'll be strong, so you take care of Noya. Kilah'll be pissed if everyone's gone to peices when she gets back." Tucking the her hands in her pockets, she looked up at the sky before starting off. For now, she'd be okay. If the dagger was gone when she woke up, though, she'd fall to peices, and there was nothing anyone could do about that.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 1:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 5:15 pm
Vidalia's got nothing on Mignon Heaving a sigh, the a rather attractive blonde girl ran her fingers through her curling locks. Her lower lip jutted out slightly as she reached into her pocket. A rather large wad of cash rested there, a bribe from her caretaker to visit a rather crazy woman. Shaking her head and straightening her back, the girl reached out and knocked on the door. "Miss Erishi?" She called in. "I'm here!" "Are you a sock ninja?" A woman asked as she opened the door a crack "I'm a Sin'aeis." "See? Sock Ninja." But the door opened. Erishi beamed down at the girl. "Miffy, right?" "Mignon." "Mazie?" "Miggy." "Miggy!" Erishi wrapped an arm around Mignon's shoulders and pulled her close. Mignon carefully extracted herself and dusted off her shoulder, glaring slightly at the woman. "So, why is Miggy here with Erishi?" "Jeane asked me to come." "Jenny?" ". . . Sure. Whatever." Tossing her hair again, Mignon looked around the small room. The only thing of notice was the lizard baby who watched Erishi with one eye and Mignon with the other. "Ha." The baby called, waving her tail at Mignon. Ugh. Babies. As this baby wasn't Gillian, the Onion girl didn't feel any sort of attachment to her. Erishi crossed the room and scooped the girl up into a backpack harness. "Come, Miggy and Shammi! We shall leave now!" Erishi forcibly took Mignon's hand and dragged her from the house, humming. Shammi drooled happily while grabbing a handful of Mignon's hair. Jeane was going to pay for this, Mignon thought with gritted teeth. A half hour later they had reached their destination. While Erishi was cheerful as ever, Mignon was at one of her worst tempers. There was DROOL in her HAIR, and that stupid baby wouldn't shut up! She did understand, somewhat, what Rene must have gone through with all the younger siblings. No wonder why the vertically challanged angel was always so pissy. "Now, Miggy, you hold Shammi and I will go inside and talk for you!" Erishi chirped, dropping the lizard girl into Mignon's arms. Shammi squealed in delight, grabbing two fists full of hair. The older girl's face contorted into a snarl. Even if Shammi seemed to love her lovley hair, no one touched it. Well, maybe Lyrus, or someone cute, but not some drooling, smelly baby. Sitting down on the ground, Mignon extracted her hair from Shammi's hand and leaned down untill they were nose to nose, Shammi's eyes crossing. "Listen, stupid." Mignon snarled, eyes narrowing. Shammi blinked in surprise. "I spent two hours doing my hair today, and you took fifteen minutes to make me look. . . less than perfect." She had about said the 'U' word in her temper. "You keep grabbing and drooling on me, and I might just have to pull a Kilah and send you down a river some time." Oh, god. Kilah. Stupid baby! Mignon's glare intensified at wide-eyed Shammi. The older girl pushed the younger onto the ground and stood, making sure that Shammi didn't move from the spot. Shammi whimpered once or twice, but Mignon didn't move. God. She hoped she hadn't been this annoying as a child. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes passed before Erishi poked her head out. "Pick up my baby and come inside, yellow girl." Mignon ducked under her arm, not touching Shammi. Erishi took the task of scooping up the sniffling girl and returned inside. "Be nice, little onion." Erishi warned, her voice turning serious. The 'little onion' chose not to answer. The building was a weapon shop. A rather grouchy man sat behind the counter, eyeing the little girl. "What?" He asked, voice raspy. Mignon crossed the room confidantly and stared him in the eye. "I want to be able to take care of myself." She said, holding her chin high. "So, I can't just be pretty. I need to be able to fight, too." So I don't hold anyone back...The man grunted and eyed Erishi. She cocked her head to one side and bounced Shammi on her hip. Shammi whimpered and stared at Mignon. "Go on, Erik. She's with me, after all." "What do you want?" He asked, looking grouchy even with Erishi's vote of confidance. "Something shiny. And hard. And pretty. Not sharp, I don't want blood on my clothes." "Archery?" "Not personal enough. And snipers don't have to be pretty." Reaching out her hands, Mignon gripped the air. Erik paused and stood, eying the girl's height before heading into the back room. He emerged a few minutes later holding a plain brown staff with silver balls on either end. He watched, eyes half lidded, as she looked at it. Perfect. It was sleek, graceful, and lovley. Mignon smiled untill her eyes were just slits in her face. "Training begins tomorow. Show up at my place again and we'll teach you how to kick a**. Capice?" "Capice." Mignon beamed at the staff. "It needs to be prettier, though..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2006 12:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2006 12:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 6:53 pm
Path to Perfection, part one "You'll be there, right?" "Of course, Mig." Jeane said, sounding exasperated. "No babies?" "No. Just me, Dhee, and Pep. Bob's pulling babysitting duty." "Good. I wouldn't want my big moment to be spoiled by some stupid baby." Mignon twirled on the kitchen tile, smiling prettily. A thought crossed her mind and she scowled. "Wait, that crazy woman you made me see, is she coming with that ug-, unnatractive brat of hers?" "Shammi's perfectly pretty. Just green. And, no. Erishi has a fear of tutu's. No, I don't get it either. She's just a freak like that." Jeane continued to roll the pie dough. Holding on the back of a chair for balance, Mignon scowled. "I know pretty. Green is not pretty." "Some people would say sallow isn't pretty, but you carry it off quite well, my dear." The elder woman said in an annoyed voice. Golden eyes narrowed and her lips formed a scowl. She started to push something onto the floor, but thought better of it. Jeane would either ignore it or tell her to clean up the damn mess. An uncomfortable silence fell on the kitchen. Mignon continued stretching, shooting her caregiver nasty looks. Jeane was apparently immune to them. The silence was broken by Jeane clearing her throat. "I, uh, just wanted to tell you, kid." She paused, apparently unable to continue. "Uh, I'm proud of what you've done." "Huh?" Eyebrows raising in surprise, Mignon stopped stretching. That, coming from Jeane? The same woman who had allways told her that dancing and singing was useless? "I, uh, Thanks, Ma." Turning with a sigh, Jeane kissed Mignon on the forehead. "Go get ready, Miggy." " 'Kay." Mignon smiled and started out. Pausing, grasping the edge of the bar, she asked: "Hey. Would you... Sing my parts to me later? So I could practice?" "Don't sing no more, baby." Her face was turned away.
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