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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 9:58 am
;o OOC: //* Write appearing entry //* Pester guardians about playdates IC: //*
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 10:00 am
<33 This one can't be avoided. XDRules1)Do NOT post in this journal without permission. 2)Don't steal. Anything. All the stuff in this journal, someone worked hard on, be it me or someone else. I'll facking chew you out. 3)Leaving a gift counts as permission to post. ;D But please, PLEASE check that nothing's going in the journal before you post. There's no reason to ruin a good rp. <33 4)Stay IC at all times when posting. Please? CreditsConcept of the Anima-shop: Gorachii & Wren Banners (c) to Seeno Evil, with a bit of help from Ballentine Dividers (c) to Lenachan358 Concept of Light : Err... Anon and Cerena? XD;; (Thank youuuu Cere! <33) Note-Worthy Links  OutroAfter this the 'real' journal begins. Have fun. ;D 
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 10:02 am
{Everyone needs a Beginning~} She didn't understand this. Her boss had told her she'd be cleaning a mansion, not an old Japanese style house. Grethel had the distinct feeling something went wrong somewhere. The woman check the paper in her pocket again, yes, right address, wrong house. "Old Victorian mansion my a**," the woman snorted in disdain, glaring at the Japanese house. "But then again, better be sure.. as long as they pay.." with a long-suffering sigh, Grethel made her way up the little pathway to the door, scarcely noticing her surroundings, being too busy wallowing in self-pity for another wage lost. "Oi! Anyone home? Cleaning service!" better to be on the safe side, and the house seemed too fragile (to Grethel) for actual knocking on the door. Another deep sigh, the grey-haired woman shifted her eyes around the porch, taking in the environment, and waiting for someone to respond.
The house seemed empty at first -- dark, almost eerie, with a light breeze flowing through the open porch and gently rustling some of the overhanging lanterns. The boards creaked; but no one came and it might as well have been just the house settling down. Except it wasn't.
"Super glomp attack no JUTSU!" Came the very piercing shriek of an unmistakably young girl -- and the meaning of whatever she just said became increasingly obvious as the brunette launched herself (shinobi style!) at the back of the woman who had just arrived. Shuddering slightly, and already beginning to contemplate just walking away from the weird house, Grethel drew her jacket closer around her shoulders. This was about when the ear piercing shriek reached the ears of the cleaning lady, whereafter an unknown weight promptly attacked her - from behind. Now, Grethel couldn't gloat about being a martial artist, or know any form of defense, but like all people she had an instinctive defensive reaction. "GETITOFF,GETITOFF!!" dancing on one foot, and frantically shaking herself to get whatever it was off, the mantra continued, "GET-IT-OFFFFF!"
"AIYEE!" Wait -- this wasn't fair -- what kind of jutsu attack was this?! It was too strong! Cerena had no choice but to continue clinging to the woman from her near piggy-back position, trying her hardest not to be bucked off, and thought very fiercely that she wanted off this ride.
Her body seemed to oblige her, as she soon lost her grip and went tumbling down to the ground and landed in a heap. "Oh -- oh..." She greeted the floor. "You are just too strong!" She wailed, rolling over onto her stomach and making some sort of reverent gesture towards the woman. "You are just too...!" And then she rolled back over onto her back dramatically and pretended to be dead, sticking her arms and legs up into the air and crossing them like a dead bug.
Too.. strong? Grethel blinked. And blinked again. And decided that the girl - woman? - was insane. "What.the.hell?! You just attacked me! ATTACKED me!" gesticulating wildly, the woman hoped to convey her extreme annoyance with this fact, "and.and.and.." Her posture sagging slightly, Grethel rubbed her eyes tiredly. This had been a long, long day. "Please, just tell me if you've ordered cleaning service?"
"Nope!" Cerena replied cheerfully, opening one eye and peering curiously at the woman above her. "I'm the cleaning lady around here! ...Or Koyuki. Though, um, Chai might've called you... I don't like cleaning much."
She had a perfect view of the lanterns from here, and it was rather odd -- one of them seemed to have activated itself since this woman arrived. Was she a Chosen One? Did that mean she had super powers and like radioactivity and everything?!
Cerena uncrossed her limbs and rolled over onto her knees, finally jumping to her feet and brushing her kimono off. "Do you like lanterns?????" She demanded, with the vague feeling that she had added much more punctuation than necessary. "Oh." damn, another wage lost. She'd have to talk to the boss about firing his secretary, this was the fourth time this week she'd been given a wrong address. "Lanterns? Never really.. thought of that. I guess I do?" if that made the girl happy, then sure - she could like lanterns. (Besides, she had the distinct feeling that she'd be in danger of another attack if she answered negatively)
"Well," Cerena began, "I ask 'cause that one likes you." And she pointed to the lantern in question, swinging gently in the breeze with the beginning of a white-yellow coloured aura surrounding it. Cerena watched it for a while, finding the perpetual motion more fun to watch than paint drying (though grass growing was fun too) and thought of bug zappers.
"We're the Anima Adoption Agency, or AAA for short! ...The other AAA." Cerena offered the other woman a lopsided grin, then a slightly dirty hand. "I'm Cerena! Would you like to find out more about our program? We've got some pretty neat brochures and stuff!"
"The lantern.. likes me?" her look said it all - girl was truly and utterly insane, "Look, I just clean - I don't do, err, stuff like this.." Grethel's voice hinted that she didn't want any part in it, either. "Sure, I'd love to get a few brochures!" if it'd get Cerena to shut up, anyway. The girl was far too hyper, "And I'm Grethel." Taking the offered hand, she shook it lightly before letting go again. "Pretty lantern, though.." she had to admit that it was true, too; the lantern was gorgeous.
"Like Hanshel and Grethel?" Cerena wanted to know, but had slid open one of the paper doors and skipped inside before waiting for an answer. Grethel didn't have long to wait -- for she had probably only three seconds of silence before the young girl came darting out again with an armful of paperwork.
"Hokay! So these are the Anima," She handed over a picture of all the current manifested ones, "And they're like spirits, and they're pretty and shiny and neat! They come from lanterns like that one, and this is a care sheet, and this is a general information, it's got stuff like history on it, and here's an insurance pla--oh, wait, that's mine, sorry!--and here's a list of numbers you can call if you need help, and here's a list of names if you need ideas or something, and here's a small notebook to take notes... Oh, and you'll have to fill this out with your full name and adress and telephone number so we can keep tabs on your Anima, in case something comes up."
Satisfied that she had fully unloaded everything upon the poor woman, Cerena stepped back and began looking around for a stepladder. "Okay! I think that's all you need to know! Would you like me to wrap it up for you, or give you a bag, or will you be okay carrying it by yourself?"
Chai would be so proud of her! The grey-haired woman huffed. Hansel and Grethel?! "No, not like Hansel and Grethel." Listening while the girl, Cerena, talked on and on about basic Anima stuff, Grethel wondered what she'd gotten herself into - or rather, what Cerena had gotten her into. "Um.. sure.." quickly filling out the form, she glanced dubiously at the girl that seemed to be looking for something. "I can carry it myself," of course she could, she was a grown woman after all.
Cerena had given up on finding it and instead tried jumping for the lantern, easily missing them by more than a foot. She stopped when Grethel spoke though, and delicately accepted the form before folding it up into a paper airplane and launching it into the air to soar somewhere into the house.
When that was done, she turned on her heel and stomped off around the corner of the porch, soon coming back with a bench that was presumably... well... not supposed to be here. The girl hopped up onto it, reached up to unhook the faintly buzzing lantern, and gently held it out to the older woman.
"Good luck," Cerena added as an afterthought.
Taking the lantern, Grethel smiled insecurely. "Umm.. thanks.. to you too?" she scratched her head, lantern in one hand. "Well, guess I'll be going now. Nice to meet you.." and with that, the acclaimed cleaning lady left the grounds.
You are creatures of light. From light you have come, to light shall you go, and surrounding you through every step is the light of your infinite being. By your choice dwell you now in the world which you have created. What you hold in your heart shall be true, and what most you admire, that shall you become. --Richard Bach
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 10:03 am
[Banner] {Looove can build a briiiidge~!}
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 10:04 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 1:43 pm
Grethel's Scribbles
Dearest (note the sarcasm, please) Journal; The lantern-thinger has been showing it's strangeness again. In front of my Grandmother, the old hag? Almost gave her a heart attack, the thing did. You see, and I might've told you this but who cares?, it's been sending me sad vibes whenever I go somewhere (heck, it's bothering me when I go to the toilet!) and I'd left it in the bedroom. Of course, it had to go increase the 'sad vibes' (that, or my guilt (What the ********, guilt over a lantern?!) was acting up) with me sneaking peeks at the door all the time Granny couldn't help but notice, the nosy chit. And of course, the inherited curiousity HAD to show itself. It went along something like this: Grandma: "What do you have in there, Grethel - I've always despised your name, by the way -, you aren't hiding something from your old grandmother, are you? *considering glance*" Me: "Err, no Grandma-" Grandma: "Granny, my dear. Why can't you ever call me Granny? Your brother does so! Really, you ought to spend more time with him, now that we're on it, his kids are so adorable, when are you going to get kids? Blablablabla.." Me: "... " Grandma: "Fine. I'll go check myself, then. " She did. And guess what little lantern in the whole wide world decided it should try to blind whoever came in? But on the good side, I don't think Grandma is going to come back anytime soon. Thank goodness. I don't think I can handle another lecture on how I should reproduce soon. That was.. frightening. There's some things a grandmother isn't supposed to get involved in, and one of those things include their granddaughters' sex-lives. It's just.. ew.
On another note, the lantern seemed almost sheepish afterwards. Kept varying it's level of glowness. Hmpf. As if that makes it better. Oh god, now The Idiot (read:my beloved brother) is going to come scold me like I'm some sort of child. I can just imagine it..
Argh. Boss called me out to another creepy mansion yesterday. Happy Halloween, eh?
Grethel 
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 8:19 am

Journal; Remember how I said The Idiot would be coming? He did. Luckily, it weren't THAT bad. Only tried to scold me a few times (which I succesfully stopped, somehow) and didn't even try to meddle with my 'hopeful reproduction' (huh?). And he invited me to his yearly halloween barbeque. And no, I'm not going. His kids are menaces, I tell you. Nothing less. On the other hand, I've got the day off at Halloween. Ho-yay. I think I ought to use it for close-reading those brochures, and try to figure out WHAT my lantern is - or will be, for that matter. Huh. Fun-fun-fun! Oh well, at least it won't be boring. I mean.. glowy lanterns? Kids coming from lantern(oh god, I'm getting a kid. Eee! PANIC!!)? We'll see. And s**t, a kid. How am I going to take care of a kid?! Cleaning ladies don't exactly make a good income, you know; this could be a problem. What would a kid need? 1)A room. For itself (and I can't even decorate yet, 'cause I don't know what gender! ..wait.. what if it's a hermaphrodite?!) 2)Food. (Actually, the brochures doesn't say anything about this. Huh. I'll assume they'll need food, for now. But then again, a lantern..) 3)Clothes. (They'll need clothes, right? They can't go around naked.. right?) 4)Attention. (Ack! This means I'll have to take less hours, which means less money. Wonder if old aunt Minthy would mind me using my inheritance on the kid..? Probably not. She always luuuurved kids and spooky stuff, so meh.) 5)Love. (Huh. I can do that, right? Right?) 6)Respect. (Now THIS one..) 7)Umm.. stuff? (Oh goodness, I'm horrible at this.) This'll be hard. I think. Oh jeepers, I hope not. Pleeeeease!
Anyway. Brochures.
Grethel
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 3:37 am
Hullo Journal. Ahh, good news on the lantern-front. Reading over the brochures I finally noticed that a lantern attracts a butterfly before it evolves. That means I have some time, which is very, very good. I think I'm going to try to find that Cerena-girl again and see if she knows anything else, preferably about what gender and type it is. (Memory?) Anyhow, I'm not sure what to do with myself lately. Restless, you know? After the family visits, pretty much everything settled down again. Not even a creepy mansion to boot. Just the normal stuff. (And Mrs. Smith. Sometimes..)
The lantern's still glowing sporadically. (We watched Titanic the other day, that is I watched Titanic and the lantern sat beside me, and I swear.. I've never, ever seen it that.. unglowing. It was kinda scary after getting used to it being so glowy all the time.) It got back to it's own self quickly enough. Happily.
Gotta go now, work in half an hour.
Grethel
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 4:12 am
Notes on Lantern
* :: Extreme glowing. Able to light up a whole room. * :: Lit up by phantom light. (Unable to touch, thank-you-very-much) * :: Seems to be 'sad' whenever I leave it alone somewhere. * :: Scared the crap out of Grandma. * :: Seems somewhat.. feminine in itself. (How, I do not know. But, well.. Titanic?) * :: I seem to get lightheaded from looking at it directly for too long. I have no idea why, though. * :: Seems to prefer the living room, especially sitting in the windowsill (watching the people on the street, perhaps?). * :: Responds actively to new people.
Hmmm. Very strange, all of this.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 11:34 am
Ayeaye, Me Lovelies! Grethel tapped her foot a little, waiting rather anxiously for the door to open. She'd never been very patient, and actually visiting a person without giving notice beforehand was pretty new. The fact that someone hadn't rushed to open the door weren't reassuring her, either. The woman bounced on her feet a little, wrinkling her brow. At least the lantern was happy, if the slight glow coming from her backpack was any indication. A young girl with blonde hair which reached up to her bottom opened the door and blinked at the stranger. "Hello...Miss ? How can I help you ?" She asked in a hushed voice as her golden eyes inspected the lantern with a slight smile. Another lantern one. She wondered if this one was supposed to be as strange as Sarosh. "Hello sweetheart," Grethel's face seemed to twitch lightly at the word 'sweetheart', clearly not accustomed to calling anyone that, "Errr.. Is Lena home? I'd like to speak with her, if it's possible?" The woman chose a strand of gray hair and began twirling it nervously. It wouldn't be a good first impression to the other guardians if she were rude. But children had really never been her forte.. "Oh you want to talk to Mom. Please come in, she's in the kitchen making some tea." The blonde girl made a friendly gesture and quickly moved towards the kitchen. "Mom, there's a woman with a lantern who wants to talk to you." Tyyne announced as she watched a very amusing scene. Devotion was sitting below the table and hugged the teapot whereas Lena was trying to get it away from him. The fairy was sitting on the table and looked down from time to time. "Woman...lantern...get her in !" Blinking lightly as she made her way into the kitchen, Grethel couldn't help but smile lightly. Poor woman! Hopefully her child-nee-lantern would never develop such a fondness for teapots. "I'm sorry for disturbing, Ma'm, but I was looking in some Anima brochures and since I really needed some help figuring this stuff out, and you seemed to have an Anima too, and were pretty close, I thought.. well. Oh, and I'm Grethel and I've acquired myself an Anima lantern.. Umm.." her voice trailed off, eyes fixed on the pretty little boy. "Yes, yes, right. I'm Lena, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'll help you as far as I'm able to and I would even offer you tea, but my anima here..." The young woman pointed at the blonde boy who grinned sheepishly. "I told him that one of his brothers came out of a teapot and since then he's trying to protect it." She sighed and looked at the lantern in Grethel's hands. "Feel free to sit down though. I bet Devotion would like to look at it, right young man ?" Glaring below the table she waited for a reaction. And indeed the anima decided to move out of his hiding place and examine the new arrival. "Petty." He announced and moved one hand through his hair. "OH, thank you!" the relief was palpable, "I'm really sorry for bursting in at such an inopportune moment, err.." Smiling lightly as Devotion as he announced that her lantern was pretty, Grethel put it down on the table where it began to glow happily. Apparently, even a lantern could be vain. Taking a seat, lantern in fron of her, the woman smiled even wider. "Ah you know, with a house full of kids every moment is inopportune." Lena said and watched Tyyne ,who was neatly arranging tea cups on the table ,with a smile. "I think I can't answer to much questions, because Devotion is still pretty...new to us. But I'll try." Lena said and managed to pull the teapot out of Devotion's hands, because he was now occupied with the lantern. It glowed so awesomly shiney, it had to be female. The fairy quickly moved onto his shoulder as he straightened and poked the lantern quietly. "Petty." He announced again. "I can imagine," actually she couldn't, but sympathy seemed to be the best direction - and Grethel had the feeling she'd soon know the feeling, anyway, "Oh, so he only.. evolved recently?" Maybe she'd gone wrong, but with the way the boy was admiring the lantern.. it was cute. What was with the fairy-creature, though? The brochure hadn't brushed that.
As if on cue, the lantern glowed just a bit warmer as Devotion complimented it. Yes, it definitely knew that it was a pretty lantern. In it's own mind it thought that it was even THE prettiest lantern. All the others on the Lantern Tree had been so.. bland. They wouldn't have been able to glow as bright or pretty as it, it instinctively knew. Lena nodded and looked at Tyyne. The girl was still scared about Devotion sometimes because of his strange evolution. "Somehow he just started to glow and shake and then...woosh..he was here. And the fairy too." She shrugged and started to set up some water and put tea into the pot. Devotion petted the lantern and stared at it. What a pretty light it had. So shiney, so wonderful. "Gow ?" He asked and looked back at the grey haired one. This pretty one needed to be freed. "Huh. Shaking, eh?" Grethel cast a quick, suspicious glance at her own lantern, as if it would begin shaking and evolving immediately. "What's with the fairy, anyway? The brochures Cerena gave me didn't say anything about fairies." Smiling slightly, disarmingly, the gray-haired woman looked sheepish. "Gow? What does that mean?" she looked quizzically to Devotion, waiting for some sort of 'adequate', eloquent answer.
Ahh, someone appreciated it's prettyness! The lantern focused on glowing for the other Anima, ignoring it's suspicious guardian. Devotion pushed a strand of his hair aside before touching the lantern slightly motioning to the fairy to sit down on it. It looked like a strange way of silent communication and out of sudden he started to smile broadly. Lena just shrugged and poured some tea into the cup in front of Grethel. "Probably grow. He's not so good at talking yet, but he loves affection as far as I've noticed. The fairy...well, she's special as far as I know. There was little feather attached to his lantern at first." Sitting down beside the woman she looked at the lantern curiously before smiling at Tyyne. The lantern glowed invitingly, liking someone that Devotion liked instantly. They, too, would probably appreciate it's shinyness.
Sipping lightly from her cup, Grethel nodded. "So a feather probably symbolizes some sort of fairy creature? Doesn't seem like my lantern will be getting one of those, then." she shrugged, somewhat happy that she wouldn't have to take care of two persons instead of one. "He wants it to grow? He's not the only one. The suspence itself is killing me. What if it's a boy? I don't understand boys!" the older woman's voice had taken on a slight whining quality, her immediate stress shining through. "Which reminds me.. how do you KNOW what type - memory, I think the brochure called it - your lantern is?" this had been bothering her for a while. "Yoo nam' ?" Devotion poked the lantern and tried to imitate it's shining by smiling in a very intensive way. And somehow he wondered why he didn't have a name. The other one was Tyyne and that was Momlena...but who was he ? Lena nodded slightly. "I haven't talked to the owner of the garden yet. Cerena was her name, right ? She told me that devotion was his memory when I talked to her last time. And it's also visible in his behaviour. Look at him..." Lena sighed and pointed at Devotion hugging the lantern. "There's not so much difference between boys and girls...I have two girls who are roughhousing just like boys." She grinned. "Do you talk about Nalini and Jessila ?" Tyyne asked and Lena couldn't but agree. It was saying something, truly. But what? The poor lantern didn't know, and dulled it's glow slightly as a form of apologizing. But it did look rather nice and almost-but-not-quite-but-still-somewhat-close-to-shiny, so the lantern forgave it for speaking weird.
"Yeah, Cerena." Grethel nodded as Lena talked, filing the information away for later use, "Yes, he does look rather.. devoted. It's pretty cute." a smile and the woman turned to look at the blonde girl, "What is your, sweetie? I forgot to ask, I'm so sorry!" That'd been so rude of her! Ack! Bad Grethel, bad! It was a nice little lantern and it was pretty. He loved pretty things especially females and he was very sure that this one wasn't male, although...he loved pretty males too. Suddenly something tugged his ear and he looked up at the fairy, who seemed a bit jealous. He grinned as an excuse and stopped hugging the lantern. Lena sipped some tea whereas Tyyne looked up at the woman with her golden eyes. "I came from a leaf, miss. We're called Edens. Mum says I was a daisy before..." The lantern was a bit disheartened that it's new friend stopped trying to warm it up (though it really didn't need it, it was a nice gesture), but the pretty flying thing deserved attention for being almost-shiny too. The lantern resolutely intensified it's glow, concentrating on making it warm and pretty for the two almost-shinies.
Blinking slightly, Grethel finally registered that she'd skipped a word. Oh drat.. "Oh, that came out wrong - I meant, what's your name? Though.. a leaf?" well, at least it was something that was somewhat 'alive' instead of a 'dead' lantern. Devotion looked at the fairy with a somehow angry look as he noticed the sad feelings about the lantern and placed a soft kiss on it's top. It was the prettiest lantern he had ever seen, he was sure and he would paint pictures about it. Tyyne bit her lip as she noticed that she got the question wrong and looked at the table's surface. "My name is Tyyne, Miss. Yes, we come from leaves. My friends do so too. I deliver them sometimes to new parents." She looked a bit proud as she talked about this fact and Lena smiled at her.
The lantern continued it's glowing, happily enjoying the attention - this was the good life, surely! Aye, when it attracted a soul it'd remember this one and his niceness. Or so it hoped. Really. But the flying thing.. was weird. It didn't seem to like the lantern, even though it had glowed prettily for it. Huh. "Wow, that's a pretty big responsibility for such a young girl - you must be really good at it." Grethel nodded desidedly, happy and a bit impressed despite herself. The girl was rather nice, didn't make too much noise and seemed like a responsible young lady; the niceness seemed to be a family trait, though. The gray-haired woman speculated that not many would've been so ready to answer her questions, and invite a stranger into her home without any prompting. Tyyne blushed and was awfully happy that she was called something special. Usually she didn't think so well of herself and so this was a welcomed change. She was just about to mumble a thank you as her golden eyes noticed Devotion pulling at the lantern, moving it into his arms and hurrying off with the glowing lamp towards his room. "Oh oh..." Was all Lena exclaimed and simply stared at the door for a few moments. "Come back here ! Oh hopefully he doesn't break it.... Eee, new stuff! The lantern had never been moved around by anyone but it's guardian and couldn't help but be a bit afraid of this new developement - what if the other Anima dropped it? Standing up rather quickly, almost throwing the chair over but managing to steady it in the last second, Grethel stared at the door. On one hand the boy seemed to like the lantern rather much and didn't seem particularly inclined to hurt it. But accidents could happen, and the lantern seemed to be rather.. distressed? "Umm..?" gesticulating helplessly towards the door, the woman turned a despairing look on Lena, not knowing what to do with this. If she went off after the lantern herself she'd end up making a bad impression, surely, but on the other hand something might happen to the precious item while she hesitated in the kitchen (though Grethel's logical side seemed to think that if something happened it'd be an accident, but quite frankly, who listens to their logical side?). Tyyne appeared to be the most calm person in the room as she just got up and moved out of the kitchen to follow her new brother. It was easy to detect were he was hiding, because of the babbling he did. In fact he had carried the lantern into his room, had placed it onto a small table ( of course he had thrown all the crayons and everything off at first ) and now sat down in front of it bowing his head slightly. "Petty. Lanstern." The fairy seemed a bit annoyed as she picked up a crayon, which appeared to be much too heavy for her. Lena's eyes twitched before she looked at Grethel and grinned just as she wanted to say sorry. "Come on, it's better to follow them, I guess." "Sure.." Grethel quickly went out the door after the young blonde, making her way towards the room. However, it was rather hard not to smile when she saw Devotion sitting there in front of her lantern, "Yeah, it is rather pretty. And it glows a lot, I think you may have noticed." her words were meant for the Anima, grimacing slightly as she mentioned the lantern glowing a lot. Situating herself a little ways from Devotion, but still where she could easily reach the lantern should it be needed, Grethel smiled at the boy and his sister. Lena was relieved that only the room was a mess, but the lantern was luckily intact. "Phew..." She moved one hand gently across Tyyne's head, while the girl tried to help the fairy to put the crayons into a neat order. Devotion instead loved the attention and nodded at the grey-haired woman. His finger pointed at his chest and he picked up one of the crayons, a red one of course, holding it like a sword. "Pwaaaaaaint." The boy announced proudly and hushed to find a peace of paper to settle down beside the lantern to draw it. It really seemed like he was exactly trying to get it's shapes. Lena shook her head and sat down beside Grethel. "Well, probably your little one will be as active too ? At least she glows a lot. Do you still have questions by the way ? Did you already got this...letter thing which told you to buy something ?" Oh goodness, she might just die from cuteness overload. He was going to paint it? So cute! If she had been a bit younger, Grethel would've possibly squealed like a schoolgirl at the sheer affection the boy was showing the lantern. "As long as she's just as sweet, I think I can live with it," not that she had ever referred to her lantern as she, but it somehow seemed appropriate, "Hmm.. well, not really. The thing about how to figure out what Memory she was was what's bothering me the most - I'll have to figure it out one of these days -, so yeah. Thanks a lot, by the way. I wasn't quite sure if it was okay to just show up.." Grethel stopped, embarrassingly aware of the fact that she had been rambling like a loon. Scratching her head she put up a confused face, "Nay, no letter. Maybe I'll get one soon..?" "You're always very welcome. As you see Devotion likes your little one." Lena tried not to mention that he seemed to like almost every female being who cared about his attention. He was very different from her other boys and so it was interesting to watch him, although sometimes a bit strange. "I got a letter to buy him an item which matches his fiery potential, but unfortunately I wasn't at home that day and well...my daughter bought the heartboxers." Tyyne smiled proudly as she watched Devotion painting. Red and orange and yellow swirls were quickly mixed up and he beamed proudly as he got up and offered the paper to the new woman. The lantern should have it to know how much he admired it's glowyness. "Go ? Fo yoo !" Devotion said as he watched his mother getting up. Somehow it seemed like playtime was over. "Yes, it does seem that way." that one'd be a charmer when he grew up, absolutely no doubt about it, "Well.. they fit him." Grethel smiled crookedly. "Why, thank you! I'll make sure to show it to her first thing when she arrives." the gray-haired woman winked at the boy, completely smitten with his dedication, "I'm sure she'll love it." "Well.. thank you for helping me. And it was nice meeting your kids. I think we'll need to get going now." delicately folding the drawing so it wouldn't be hurt before stopping it in her pocket, Grethel took the lantern with one hand, "Thanks again. Should I walk myself out?" "Go." Devotion announced got the woman's other hand and lead her towards the door. He stood there until they had gone out of sight and waved goodbye. Lena was leaning against a doorframe and just shook her head. What kind of child had she received now ?
------------------ There is a light that shines beyond all things on earth, beyond the highest, the very highest heavens. This is the light that shines in your heart. --Chandogya Upanishad
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 8:35 am
I T E M Q U E S T , P A R T I  She'd never been good at empathy, she'd be the first to admit. But if she weren't quite wrong, the lantern seemed to be.. needing something that glowed as much as it did. It was a weird feeling, Grethel decided. A sort of.. white-goldenish mix of happiness, longing and a slight bit of homesickness - and Grethel very well knew what it wanted.
She had taken the lantern with her on work (granted, working around a lantern was a bit awkward and the weird glances she'd gotten had made her extra snappy that day, but nevertheless it had turned out to be somewhat of a success).
Especially she had taken it to old Mrs. Drein's mansion, which seemed to house an endless amount of curiousities and, Grethel suspected, an array of magical items that was better left alone. As said, the grey-haired woman was no empath, but even she could feel the vibes that some of the items gave...
One in particular had seemed to make the lantern 'glow happily' - as Grethel had dubbed it - a wand. It was one of the less 'dark' items in the house, a pretty gold thing inlaid with small sapphires and a large, blue jewel at the end that seemed to give off a slight glow. And it, unsurprisingly, had reacted to the presence of the lantern and it's guardian and had intensified it's glow. What WAS it with her lantern and glowing things?!
Grethel had hurried on, resolutely ignoring both the lantern and the wand, continuing her work. This worked rather well, seeing as she managed to ignore the whole thing until now.
The woman sighed and toyed with her hair, effectively frizzing it up, out of sheer undecidedness. She had a nasty suspicion that the lantern would keep bothering her until she got it that wand, but how was she supposed to do that without stealing it or offending Mrs. Drein? If she asked if she could buy it, well. She'd likely get fired. And if she stole it, she WOULD get fired, no questions.
Drat, what would she do? Mrs. Drein was a nice old lady, widower and grandmother. Basically, she was the stereotype grandmother, old, grey and gracious. Hopefully very, very gracious.
"Fine, you horrible little thing. I'll ask her." Grethel sneered, "But you better stop this if she says no. I'm NOT going to steal from Mrs. Drein, no matter what you say." a light glare and a small sigh accompanied her little speech.
She rather hoped there was a good market for cleaning ladies...
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 11:28 am
I T E M Q U E S T , P A R T I I  "I'm s-so sorry for disturbing you at such an, err, late time, but umm.. " her eyes flickering around, the cleaning lady tried to explain her reasons to her client without seeming like an idiot. The chances weren't high, she estimated as the sinking feeling of doom slowly manifestated in her belly, not high at all.
Smiling tentatively, the old woman looked at Grethel suspiciously - she rather liked her cleaning lady, to be honest, but this was plain freaky. If Mrs Drein hadn't seen the way that the girl fidgeted and stuttered, she'd have thought this was a sort of robbery. Narrowing her eyes slightly she looked sternly in the woman's eyes, hoping to hurry the girl up a bit so she could get back to her tea.
Uh-oh - why was the old woman like that?! Grethel began sweathing profusely, a sure sign of all who felt guilty.
"I, umm.. wanted to ask.. if.." she winced, toying with her hair (a nervous habit she'd inherited from her mother, and had had since childhood) and bouncing nervously on the balls of her feet, trying to prolong the question (and utter humiliation) as long as possible.
"Ye-s..?" her patience was beginning to run out, Mrs Drein observed as she watched her cleaning lady develope a nervous tic. "What is it, my dear?" ah, the grandmotherly approah; always worked wonders, it did.
"IwantedtoaskifIcouldbuythewandinthesideroomtothelivingroom" whew, it was said. Instant relief settled on Grethel's face, though the nervous tic didn't desist.
".. the wand in the sideroom to the living room?" really, for one so old her hearing was impeccable. Mrs Drein gave herself a mental pat on the back for being able to make out what the younger woman had mumbled.
"Welll. I suppose you could have it?" what had made her say THAT? She was rather fond of the wand, especially the pretty glow that always made her feel a little bit better about herself and the world in general. Oh well, it was said: and the old woman had a feeling that whoever the younger decided to give it to (Mrs Drein suspected it wasn't for herself, since the cleaning lady had never before showed interest in any of the curiosities she cleaned) would appreciate it even more than she had. Fine. She'd resign herself to the inevitable.
Glancing at the girl's gaping expression, Mrs Drein rolled her eyes and made her way into the sideroom to get the item in question. No need to waste time standing around looking like an idiot.
Grethel looked after the old woman incredulously, stunned by her words. She was still standing there when Mrs Drein came back, sapphire-wand in hand. She was still gaping as the older woman handed her the wand and gave her a pat on the head, before shushing her out of the door.
That had gone.. surprisingly well, Grethel couldn't help thinking as she stared from the wand in her hand to the door behind her.
She had no idea why Mrs Drein had given her the wand, when she'd made it clear (or somewhat clear, anyway - the stuttering couldn't be helped) that she'd pay for it. The old coot, on the other hand, clearly had other ideas. As long as her boss didn't hear about it her attempting to buy one of the client's items, everything should be fine. She hoped. Sincerely.
She hadn't seen the lantern that.. glowy since they visited Devotion and his guardian. Good thing too, she sighed as she watched the lantern and the wand, side-by-side, trying to see who could glow the prettiest.
The lantern won.
----------------- Faith is the bird that feels the light And sings when the dawn is still dark.
--Rabindranath Tagore
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 3:07 am
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