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 Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 3:10 pm
It was strikingly simplistic to determine that Mark was not the brightest man to walk the streets. He seemed blissfully stupid, if not a little neglectful and ignorant. One had to inquire his qualifications. Nevertheless, he had landed himself into a strategy of sorts, which had only been magnified by the reality. He had an apartment; he did not have to sleep in the museum any longer. The unfortunate bit, was that he had failed to realize precisely what it was he had been doing. He had simply agreed to it, thinking only of a comfortable bed.
Now, with note in hand, he strode forward with a grave and irritable glow to his face. His head had began to spin as he observed the thing, watching it up and down with the same dissatisfaction and hatred of himself. Child is awaiting. Sylph is awaiting. Whatever it read, he knew something was waiting - and it breathed, held no value, and was bound to cause him greater trouble than his giddy little brain had been anticipating on the day he had agreed to the mess. Speaking with the old Hag had not aided his confidence either. She had strictly laughed at him, called him a baboon, and sent him on his merry way to tend to his own error.
Mark's tail had clapped at the ground as he found the building. Meekly, he had fixed his headphones over his ears; a loud snort had resonated from his nose. With a bull-like shake of his head, he had proceeded, giving little heed to surrounding for once. He needed to hurry and calm himself down. "Yooo-hooo?" He had whistled into the room, his expression appearing a tad menacing. His demeanor was certainly different than it had been the first time.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 3:36 pm
Nikita looked up as Mark entered, a startled expression on his face despite the fact that he'd been expecting Mark. He'd been expecting him to be like before - changeable, but not down and out scary.
The expression on his face this time, was down and out scary.
Rising to his feet, Nikita managed a meek smile of greeting. Not exactly his most pleasant greeting, but it was the best he could manage when faced with a scarier Mark. Even if the man was scary looking now, he had the slight feeling that this wasn't the worst he could get.
He didn't want to meet the man when he was angry. Ever.
"W-welcome....it's n-nice to see you again."
Blatent lie, really; he didn't like seeing much of anyone. But it was polite, and it was a good idea to be polite to scary people. There was a philosophy he could live by.
The child was also in the room, waiting for his guardian to show up.
Nikita gestured to the child, before speaking again. "This is your ch-child."
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 4:11 pm
The sound of the stuttering greeting had caused Mark's brows to quirk. He had rolled his eyes before giving a seeming smile. The awkwardness of it was difficult to cover; he had certainly not succeeded, yet he had appeared willing to try.
There was a rush of calm through his veins. He had tried to breathe, and to listen to the ridiculous twang of the guitar flinging from his headphones at its loud pace. All the while he had thought. He had twisted his focus back and forth before flinging his long arms behind his head. With a shrug of his shoulders, he had found himself willing to speak: "Caught me a little off guard today." The note had been waggled somewhat coyly.
Just don't think about it; this will be easy. You got something out of it right? Right! That's what it was about, and, besides, what did she say? You baboon, care for your responsibilities or be the monster you are. You're no monster - you're Mark, so responsibility!, his mind had began to babble and race as he heaved a loud sigh. His arms had been lowered, settled onto his shoulders to rub in a fidgetty way. "Child, huh? That's right. I mean - why I'm here. Yeah. About that, maybe--" He had shaken his head before risking the glance, the expression still a bit maniacal and desperate.
Then he had stopped completely.
The young boy had squinted towards Mark, his curiosity overwhelming. He had gone so far as to take a step; his head had tilted before he had situated his goggles over his eyes. Almost immediately, the problems had ceased. He had not squinted further, which had seemed to satisfy him. His fingers had meticulously fixed the item, then had tugged to even out the sleeves of his long shirt. Not a word had been spoken, but the boy had given his own coy and determined smile. Unafraid.
"That's him?" Mark had murmured, his shoulders sinking. He wasn't entirely certain what to think. Something seemed bold about that boy. Something seemed very ... familiar? "He have a name or something? Small fry, you got a name?" He had looked from Nikita to the boy, eventually removing his headphones entirely, an act he rarely performed.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 3:12 pm
"Yes, this is him."
For once, Nikita managed to avoid stuttering. It likely wouldn't happen again (at least around Mark), but at least he had accomplished that much; he allowed himself to feel a small surge of pleasure at that, but then focused back on what was going on.
"You g-get to name him."
The little boy seemed to be adapting well - some children were much more nervous at first. Even with having a more noticeable impaired sense, it didn't really slow him down; although it had helped that someone had managed to procure those goggles.
"As you c-can see, his imp-p-paired sense is his sight."
No clue what his enhanced one was, yet; they'd have to wait and see. Or, well, they'd have to wait until whichever person had brought this one into the world filed his paperwork. There was one set that wasn't ever given to Nikita to do - because only the person who had brought that Sylph in could. Of course, testing senses was a new standard, and they might not be followed all the time yet; people forgot.
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