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 Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 12:04 am
Amaris' skin prickled as she stared down the Lab's facade. It looked so... different. It looked so... foreboding. Or maybe she was projecting. She hadn't been able to shake the constant feeling of being watched ever since that horrible incident with the soul... she shuddered and restlessly shifted a briefcase from her right hand to her left. It was the same one that she had received from the Lab originally; inside were the soul bottle and the fel essence, both teeming with some sort of unnatural life. She couldn't help but feel that there was something a little... wrong... about them, but this was her chance to be rid of them. With any luck, the resulting Raevan would not inherit the strange qualities of the essence and the soul.
Besides, she told herself, they'd probably notice if she didn't return the bottles within a reasonable amount of time, so throwing the briefcase in the river would do no good.
With this thought held firmly in her mind, she held the briefcase firmly in her hand and firmly pushed on the door to the Lab.
And then she pulled it open.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 4:09 pm
When Amaris opened the door to Lab 305, Isi was just about to begin mopping up Eirdirsceol's most recent mess. About twenty minutes earlier while the pepper haired boy was filing some of the recent reports into their appropriate file cabinets, a foreboding feeling had crawled over him. There was only one person who could make him feel like that and it was Eiry. He knew he was up to something, but by the time Isi resolved his mind to stop him from whatever mischief he was about to create, it was too late. Eiry had already rolled through the reception room with a bucket of homemade goop from starch and water.
"EIRDIRSCEOL!" Isi was shrieking at his frei, who was hiding in the walls, "Where the HELL did you find all this starch!?"
"The kitchen cabinets!" came the muffled reply from the walls. Inside them, Eiry was grinning and trying to keep his laughter contained. Isi had dragged him along to the Lab again and they were late that morning so Eiry didn't have the chance to pick up a book to bring along. This left Eiry without any way to entertain himself while Isi did his little jobs around the Lab complex. And Eiry was a good boy (according to himself). He didn't harass or whine at Isi, he found his OWN ways to entertain himself. It just happened to be that his idea of entertainment spelled trouble for Isi.
"Eiry, what's in the kitchen is for the people who work here at the Lab and for EATING, it's not your crazy half-witted science projects!"
Isi threw his head back, pleading to the florescent lights that some miraculous Edgar Allen Poe book would descend for Eiry's reading pleasure. He glanced back down at the goo-covered floor and carefully slipped out of his crutches and leaned them against the desk. Dragging over a plastic lined paper waste basket, Isi lowered himself onto his knees and started scooping up the gloop with his hands from the floor. He'd have to pick up as much as he could before he could start mopping. When he gripped a clump of the goo it hardened in his hands and Isi shuddered.
It felt so weird and unnatural. Isi lifted it and started flicking it as best he could off his fingers when suddenly the door opened.
Isi glanced up and gasped, "H-hello. May I help you?"
Damn Eiry and his mischief! Isi thought to himself, of all times for a customer to come into the reception room!
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 4:46 pm
Amaris stared at Isi.
"Oh," she said helpfully, carefully considering the scene before her. "Um." She stepped out of her dress shoes. "This. Um."
She fought back the urge to sigh as she wondered why the floor was covered in... goo. This was a lab, so... maybe an experiment just failed. Oh, lovely. She set the briefcase down next to her shoes.
"Do you want any help cleaning up?" She asked, though she was already on her knees and mopping vainly at the substance with her hand before giving him the opportunity to reply.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 12:03 pm
As soon as the woman stepped inside the reception room, Isi started babbling at her, trying anything to stop her from slipping out of her shoes, stooping down and hel--Damn. Isi set a burning glare towards the wall, trying to force his eyes into x-ray vision so he could glare down his frei. Well, she had already gotten her hands covered with the unwholesome goop, so there was nothing more Isi could do besides clean up the mess as quickly as possible and get a towel for her to wash her hands with.
Scooping up handfuls of the gunk and tossing it into the waste basket with an unceremonious plop, Isi stammered again at the lady, "I'm really sorry about this, Miss. My raevan...I'll punish him later...But my raevan is a brat....He doesn't know when his pranks are alright and when they're not."
He paused and then he looked up at her, "You didn't need to help, you know." he said, and he quietly moved the basket over to her, "Here, put the gunk in here....
"Uh...Who are you?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 1:21 pm
"Accidents happen," she said flippantly, lifting a great glob of goop to the waste basket and shaking her hand expectantly. "I live in a house with two children, so, you know. I get this all the time."
Aaaaaaah gross aaaaaaaah gross aaaaaaaaaaah groooooooooooss, she mentally whined, though she did her best to keep a straight face as she continued digging into the mess. "Your raevan, huh?" Oh - lightbulb! "Your - uh - raevan?" She sat back on her heels, peering curiously at Isi. "Actually, I came here, on, uh." She glanced back at the briefcase. "Raevan-related business..."
When he asked her to identify herself, her hand shot out immediately, gunk and all. "My name is Amaris," she recited, giving him a patient smile. And then she realized how dirty her hand was and sheepishly returned to scooping up the gunk. "Erm... this will wash off, right?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 10:13 am
"I assure you," Isi said with a huge melting glob of goo in his hands, "This wasn't an accident." He dropped the gunk into the waste basket and flinched when he heard the squelching sound. The mess, between the two of them, was almost cleaned up. Isi would still have to mop, but at least the chunky mess was gone. It would make it a lot easier to clean.
"Two children?" answered Isi with the raise of his brows. Raevan related business? "I'm guessing you're here on business of the third child, right?"
Isi held out his own residue covered hand and gave the best smile he could conjure, "I'm Isikoro Etul Delaran, assistant here at Lab 305 and guardian of Eirdirsceol." He didn't care that Amaris' hand was covered in gunk. His was too, so he kept his hand outstretched for hers. "It should wash off. I'll have Eiry bring us some wet towels and soap from the back."
Leaning back on his legs, Isi scanned the walls for signs of his raevan. No wisp or hint of him. "Eirdirsceol! Come out here and redeem yourself. Bring this lovely lady and I some wet towels and soap! No tricks, okay? They should be in the back restroom or kitchen."
From within the walls, Eiry sighed and let his shoulders sink. He was hoping to scare Amaris when she left the building, but it wasn't going to work if she already knew how he looked and Eiry wouldn't risk getting Isi any more angry than he already did. He preferred to let Isi cool down until he sprung another prank.
So with a push of his ethereal flame wings, Eiry made his way over to the back to do as he was told.
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