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 Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 11:27 pm
Blond hair fluffed up by the breeze created from the swiftness of his movements, Syrie was energized. He'd been so very tired from hunting and searching for information on the ghost haunting the room he and Miel shared, but then...a break through!
He'd been able to tie the information together fairly well, the pieces falling into place, at least...he hoped so.... There was always the chance that he'd gotten it all wrong...but he was more than willing to make the attempt. If nothing else, it was a start in the right direction.
Miel was curled against Syrie's chest, head tucked up under his chin; the child was napping again, though he was waking a bit due to the way the fox holding him was moving. "mrr?" he made a sleepy sound.
"It's alright Miel...rest now, I'll try to not jar you..." the russet Kitsune moved with a bit more care, though he did not slow down until he was back at their room - and yes, just as he'd thought - there were objects all out of place. The room was messy, but not destroyed.
'Now or never' he thought to himself, pulling out the small notebook he'd written his notes in, reviewing it quickly before attempting to address the ghost to have it leave...
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2005 6:40 pm
Luckily for Syrie, all his notes indicated that this particular spectre wasn't malevolent. It was, however, a very playful but sad creature that had once been a resident of the Asylum.
The kitsune cleared his throat softly, but Miel's eyes opened slowly, and the child smiled up at his parent, yawning hugely; he'd had a good nap. Miel's ears wiggled, it was quite possible that he both saw and heard the ghost. Syrie accepted things like this, because he too saw spirits, or rather - he had, once upon a time, before he forced himself to block them out. Unfortunately, he now had to "open" himself to the other realm for the love of the child in his arms...
"Laute, the child of Asylum you once were is no more. These rooms belong to a different era of children than the one that you lived in." Syrie's voice waivered, he felt stupid again, and worried because spirits were known for being very easily roused to acts of violence.
The room's temperature dropped suddenly, and some of the books began to float up from the floor where they'd been dropped. In the center of the room an apparition appeared, surrounded by a softly glowing aura. Syrie's hackles raised a bit, but he forced himself to remain calm and open. Laute - if that's whom it was - had been a resident years ago, but had grown sick and died in the House. The room that he and Miel currently had was the room that had belonged to Laute's best friend during that time.
Oh, it had been a different room, the House never made two the same...but it was the location that drew the ghost. Lovely doe eyes framed by long, slightly wavey hair; there was no doubt as the apparition solidified that this was indeed the gentle but frail girl-child, Laute. Miel was watching her with sleepy interest, his tail swishing slowly against Syrie's arm.
'You know me?' the girl's voice is soft, but high and sweet sounding.
Syrie nodded, "I went through the library....I know of you, and that you were sick...I know about your friend." He murmured softly, ears flicking as he clutched Miel closer to him. Her story had been so sad! She'd died so young, not because of negligence on the part of her parent, but because she had contracted a very strange illness that caused her to waste away slowly. Nothing could be done to help her, though everything possible had been tried; and now she was haunting the House. That was the only part that wasn't in the texts in the libarary.
"I know you, but even so I must ask that you not stay in this room. Laute...there is nothing left here for you. Your friends have grown, and left here...their children and grandchildren have lives now. They moved on..it's time you did as well." His tail twitched as he spoke gently to the ghost-child.
She paused, turning to look out the window sadly. 'Did they remember me...?'
This, yes, this Syrie could answer - he'd made special note of it in his book. "Laute...your friends missed you very much when you died. Dairen named his firstborn after you" Dairen had been the child that had this room when Laute had been alive. They had been inseperable, and it was he that felt the girl's death more acutely than anyone else.
Upon hearing this, the ghost's aura brightened, then dimmed. 'Dai remembered...' her eyes filled with spectral tears, and she seemed to smile at Syrie. 'Thank you...I...wanted people to remember me...I wanted to see. So I stayed here...but they all left, one by one...' She floated over to Syrie and Miel, reaching a translucent hand to the small kitten. 'I will go...Dai might be waiting for me...It will be good to see him again...' Laute leaned in and kissed the top of Miel's head, and then Syrie's cheek before turning and "walking" out the door, dissappearing more the farther she got from the room.
Syrie didn't move for the longest time, his tail was poofed out to nearly impossible proportions. He really, really hated ghosts. To be touched by one - kissed by one - was torture. Miel, on the other hand, had thoroughly enjoyed meeting Laute. But he was tired from being up in the libarary so long, and so he tugged on Syrie's hair, whining at the blond to get to bed. Only when the kitten yanked hard enough to pull a handful of the silky strands did Syrie move; practically sleepwalking through the process of getting ready for bed.
"This place is crazy...even more than I ever imagined...." and with that, he curled around Miel and the two fell asleep.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2005 9:24 pm
Days past, and while there were no more physical "tells" that a spirit still inhabited the room, Syrie couldn't get past the feeling that he was being watched, judged... Unfortunately, the kitsune had closed himself off once again - so it was just as likely the House watching him as a ghost. Neither thought pleased the russet fox.
Miel was growing too, at least...it appeared he was. Syrie was having to mend his clothes constantly, and let out seams and such to give them more length. Luckily the child didn't seem to concerned with clothing at all - the black kitten prefered to run around in as little as possible. He was also showing a very large attachement to music, swaying and purring when it was played...it seemed to calm the kitten.
Syrie made special note of this, and tried to keep music playing always.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 12:08 am
The screaming began suddenly one day. Syrie was trying to work on a project; reading his notes and checking back over some of his theories when a horrible shriek pierced the air. His fur stood on end, and he puffed up, dropping all the items he was holding. The sound was coming from...Miel? Syrie's eyes widened as he watched the kitten sitting in the middle of the floor, one sock on, one off and bunched in his hands.
Miel was trying to put on his sock, but everytime he did - just when it seemed to be fine, he'd start screaming again, rip the offending sock off, and start all over again. This repeated for nearly fifteen minutes, and any time the kitsune tried to get close to the boy, he'd claw at the man and start screaming more.
Syrie was at a total loss. He had no idea what to do, and could only watch as the agitated child finally stopped trying to put the sock on, and instead ripped it to shreds.
Miel couldn't explain. Syrie didn't understand.
He wanted to dress himself. He wanted the socks on, but there was something wrong with this sock. It hurt. It was annoying. Something in it wouldn't settle right on his feet. It was unbearable. Frustrating. And the only way the silky child knew to deal was by screaming. He couldn't tell Syrie - he didn't know how to explain. And he didn't want to be touched right then either. He couldn't stand that right then. It felt too hot, but too cold, and like everything was sticky and there was a strange buzzy noise that bothered him even more. Everything was bad for him!
It was so much more than just the sock.
After a long while, Miel crawled onto the bed with Syrie, curling up against him and sort of hiccuping the way crying children do when they're calming down. Once he fell asleep, Syrie lay down next to him to nap himself; his head was pounding, and he was sick to his stomach - the feelings pouring off the kitten during the episode had done that to him. 'What am I supposed to do...?' he thought just before he himself lost conciousnsess.
From the corner of the room, Laute's ghost watched the two - she wasn't gone, no...but she wasn't haunting this place now - not really. She was watching over the two on the bed, for the moment anyway. Perhaps there was something she could give Miel...to help...?
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2005 9:56 pm
Completed Task
The House congratulates you on finishing your Task successfully. On the dresser, the next morning, you find a small Mirror - almost as if it were meant to be worn as a pendant on a necklace - complete with hole drilled in the top. Inscribed are the letters "R" and "T"... Hmmmmm.... It's oddly cold to the touch. 
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 12:42 pm
The sun was streaming through the window by the time Syrie awoke. Miel was sitting on the floor quietly playing with Octi and his pull-duck; the child seemed fine in Syrie's sleep bleary eyes...that, and there was no screaming - which was good.
The blond kitsune rolled to his feet, swaying dizzily at the sudden motion. He really should learn to not do that first thing, it made his head pound every time.
Syrie glanced around the room, grey eyes finally swimming into full focus as he did so. Something glittered on the dresser, catching his attention. Tail swishing behind him, the russet kitsune moved past Miel, reaching down to pat the child's head and murmur a greeting, picking up the item on the dresser.
It appeared to be a small pendant-like mirror - and if one looked, there were lettered engraved into it. "R...T...?" Blond hair swished as he shook his head - another mystery, but not for now when he'd just woken up. He went to set the item down, when a small chubby hand tugged on his tail.
Miel's. Give. The child's eyes spoke volumes, though the only sound that came from him was a small "Miii..." Syrie noted the hole at the top of the mirror-thing, and chuffed.
"I suppose..." He trailed off, knowing full well that if he didn't give the child the mirror there would be hell to pay. "Let me put a chain on it, okay kiddo?" Miel seemed pacified by this, and crawled back to his toys while Syrie dug around for a gold chain to hang the item from.
'He looks so peaceful right now...I know I wasn't hallucinating about yesterday....' This and more was sliding through the scientist's mind as he slipped the item on a chain; the kitling smiled at the man when the chain was clasped around his neck.
It was cold, and felt...good. Miel liked the way it's surface wasn't quite normal too. The "fit" from yesterday was forgotten completely - as a matter of fact, Miel was wearing the socks that had caused him such irritation just the day before, and was fine with them.
Sometimes, that's just how it went.
"Alright kiddo, I'm going to get dressed, and we'll go get something to eat, okay?" Miel paid the man no attention as he dressed - there was no need. Syrie would pick him up like always, and they'd get food. Routine because routines kept Miel pacified. Deviation could have horrible consequences.
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 11:14 am
Syrie had taken Miel into the now decently stocked kitchen, cleaned the entirety of it while the kitten nibbled a cookie, and then made him a sandwich. There had been a glimmer of the scent of blood, and the kitsune and his charge had investigated. In doing so, they'd been introduced to Mahii, her very bitey charge Kamu, as well as Nanashi (another kitsune!) and his charge, Iole.
Iole and Miel had seemed to get along decently well, at least, going by the fact that they hadn't hissed or poofed up and were "talking" to each other. Kamu and Iole had poofed, and after that Nanashi and the red kitten had to leave. Syrie had taken his leave shortly after that, as he wasn't good with people at all...that, and Miel had started zoning out on him. It's likely the kitten would have started acting out if he didn't leave...no one needed to see his child doing that.
Mahii had seemed nice enough, the poor woman had been given a charge that bit her a lot...and how! The marks were pretty bad, from what Syrie had seen...he wondered if perhaps getting the baby a chew toy would help.... maybe the House would provide it.
Iole...well, she seemed the sort to control everything around her. Both children had been very cute though, and Syrie looked forward to seeing the parents more too; neither had been ...strange to him. And now they weren't complete strangers, so perhaps he'd be able to talk to them next time...
If the short blond were honest with himself, he would admit that he was a little more than intriuged by the other kitsune. He didn't smell like a clan Syrie knew - though why he recalled that they were classified by clans was beyond him (again, Sy doesn't remember anything about his past life really). Nanashi had seemed very nice, and he'd been firm but gentle with Iole when she bit him; not violent....it was interesting....
At the moment, Syrie was sketching in bed, and Miel sitting quietly with Octi and the Mirror; listening to music happily.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 12:24 am
Days had past, and still Syrie was stuck on the other Kitsune, Nanashi. He had slipped out of the room he shared with Miel a few times, wanting to find or bump into the other, but to no avail. Miel had been a lot calmer since the mirror was placed around his neck, but the other day Syrie had removed it to give the child a bath, and it hadn't taken long for Miel to start hissing and yowling at nothing at all. Syrie really didn't understand it at all. All he knew was that the kitten was being difficult to bathe, and that by the time he had the boy clean, clothed, and back with the mirror around his neck - the hissing stopped. Miel layed down for a nap, and for the first time in weeks the russet kitsune had a moment for himself. He whipped out his paints and a small canvas and went to work, strokes firm, and sure. Painting from memory was hard, but he did it anyway - if for no other reason than to get the image out of his head. When it was done, Syrie stepped back, smiling. Yes, it was good...not perfect, no...but it wasn't bad either. He left it up to dry, placing it where Miel wouldn't be able to touch it, even if he woke first. +Canvas+
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 8:15 pm
It had been a few days since he'd painted the other kitsune's portrait from memory, but he couldn't put it away. He kept wondering about the mystery fox while he cared for Miel.
The kitten, by this time, had discovered Syrie's paints and was well on his way to making grand canvases on the large paper sheets the kitsune had procured for him by searching the House.
Syrie and Miel had been having strange dreams, and more often than not, they both woke at the same time, sweating and sick feeling. The russet kitsune tried comforting his child as best he could, but with the way those dreams made him feel.... of course, there was no way for him to know that those dreams were a sort of fever dream, and that he was getting them from Miel as they slept.
He was continually seeing the child's demons- the way the child saw them. Not that he knew that was a fact. All Syrie knew was that Miel wasn't sleeping so well, and that he wanted to paint these dreamscapes to get them out of his head....
Perhaps...later.... when Miel was cleaned up and napping....
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2005 11:02 am
Painting had helped, at least, it seemed so. Syrie had bought a set of water colors for the kitten, and helped him use them. Fingerpaints probably would have been better for someone so small, but there was no way the kitsune was going to let his child play with those. Paint did NOT come out of fur easily, and he could well imagine the hell bathtime would be if he had to spend three hours trying vainly to get green and blue and red paint out of Miel's silky soft fur.
Miel did rather like the paints...but he still wanted to play in Syrie's stuff, which was much more likely to stick to his fur and stain the walls. More and more the kitling seemed to be having fits. It generally happened around bathtime, and times when Miel was being stubborn. The more the kit didn't want to do something, the more aggitated he became. And the more aggitated he became...the bigger the fit that followed.
There had been three more screaming fits involving clothing, two others that ended in Miel tearing out some of the longer "fur" atop his head to ease whatever pain he was feeling, and one that left Syrie with scratches all down his chest, and a really nasty bite mark on his shoulder.
Today, Miel was playing quietly with Octi. He was getting bigger - Syrie chuffed and shook his head sadly at that. While it was good that Miel was growing, it was bad too...because he just could not take the boy into a clothing store...there was no way. No telling what Miel would do. He would have to go out and get him clothing on his own....but he couldn't leave Miel here by himself...
Syrie mulled over his options, tapping a pencil against the reading glasses he was wearing. Perhaps the other kitsune...Nanashi, wouldn't mind watching Miel for him...just for a few hours... "House...I refuse to go round and round with you to get Miel new clothes. If I can find someone to watch him - you're going to let me out." His tail poofed up a little, as it always did when addressing the House. It still creeped him out. And he cleaned it!
Miel tilted his head curiously at his parent. Why on earth was Syrie talking to the House like that? If you asked, it gave. Simple as that. He shook his little head a bit and mewed at Octi. The boy could speak small words now, along with the syllables he'd enjoyed stringing together before. He could say his name, and Octi's name...no, yes, food. Simple things.
Enough to communicate with Syrie on a basic level. But not enough to communicate when he was aggitated...definitely not enough. It was so annoying! He would hurt, and the weird buzzing sound would come up again...and...everything would be bad, with a capital B....but the stupid man didn't understand!
That's why he'd clawed and bitten him. That and...well...he just couldn't help it. He wanted to see blood and cause pain because it helped ease the pressure inside him. Miel didn't rationalize anything like that, he just...felt, and moved accordingly.
Music was playing in the room - Syrie found it was one of the only things that calmed the kitten, and it was always different...Currently, it was some dance tune or other...but Miel was swaying to it, thumping his tail to the beat...so that was a good sign.
Syrie himself felt that long standing, old longing to go dance, and chuffed softly. He had other, more important things to do.... Still he found himself turning the music up, and dancing around the room to the music; totally unaware of the way Miel watched. The kitten made notes - that looked fun. When he was bigger, more stable, he'd do that too.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 11:53 pm
Syrie blinked at his "son" curiously. The boy had a t-shirt, and shorts...that he himself hadn't bought. Had the House given Miel that outfit? He did recall vaugely hearing that the House provided for it's children...but...he'd dismissed that as horse apples.
Apparently, it was true.
Miel was dancing with Octi, body moving with a grace the kit seldom had otherwise. Since growing the kitten had become more verbal, more active, and unfortunately...more violent and apt to "act out". Before when Miel had clawed Syrie, it had hurt, left marks, but the wounds hadn't been so bad...growing had changed that, and the kitsune had to wear shirts that would cover his chest - his arms were already covered with bandages, so no one would ask questions about those going a little higher than usual....
The mirror that had appeared sortly after the episode with the ghost definitely helped Miel in some way. Syrie'd been watching, studying his son and the way he behaved with it on. He still wasn't certain what it did, but the boy didn't seem to startle and zone out as much, nor did he randomly hiss at things, or scream for "no apparent" reason - it was the other stuff that he threw fits at now.
"...." Syrie just shook his head and lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was lonely and tired and really just wanted to talk with someone else...but he didn't feel he had anyone to talk to, so he just lay there, staring as Miel danced with Octi, light from the windows reflecting off his mirror and casting strange light across the walls.
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2005 7:28 pm
Announcement! You have done so well with Miel! The House radiates pride ^^ Miel has earned a gift! [picture forthcoming] Gift-type: Ability Uncanny Talent [Art] - Anything Miel touches seems to be transformed into art! He can sing along to anything in perfect key. Paint a painting WITH Syrie's paints, and not stain anything he doesn't mean to. In today's society - he'd be considered an instant multi-millionaire. Even his movements - and if he dances - he makes everything into an artform! RP task [Yay, getting started XD]
Miel feels a STRONG call to show up at the main room of the House at midnight, and wait for the other children. This is a call that cannot be ignored.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2005 6:19 pm
Miel: O_o;;; *clings to octi*
Iole: *big shiny grin*
Miel: *whistles at her a little bit, because he doesn't like to talk*
Iole: *shows off her new trick, pursing her lips and puffing a tiny fireball*
Miel: *claps his hands and murmurs to Octi* Neat! *one word - omg*
Iole: *spreads her little wings* Dagon. *nods firmly*
Miel: Dagon? *churrs and thumps his tail* Neat :3
Iole: *drops back to hands and knees and crawls after the tail intently* Neat neat.
Miel: No chewing. *makes Octi dance for her, almost like a puppet*
Iole: Tail, tail, tail, tail, tail - *bats at Octi's legs*
Miel: Dirty tail. Got into paints. *giggles like children do, smiling a little*
Iole: *giggles back* Dirty tail, dirty tail.
Miel: *reaches out to touch her wings, 'cause he doesn't have any* ...pretty...
Iole: *flexes wings happily* *wings are scaled like lizard skin, smooth-pebbly and flexible*
Miel: *fluffs tail and lets Octi pet her wings too, because YES..he still carries it everywhere*
Iole: Who?
Miel: *points to Octi* Octi. *points to himself* I Miel...you...you're.... *scrunchies his nose a bit, 'cause he knows her, but can't remember her name.
Iole: Me. Iole. *holds up dragon plushie* Em-ber.
Miel: Iole an' Ember.... :3 *makes Octi bow for the dragon plushie*
Iole: Miel an' Oc-ti! *makes dragon plushie's wings flap*
Miel: *whistles again, a trilling sound that rises and falls like a bird* Yes, Miel, an' Octi....Octi always here.
Iole: *tries to whistle, frowning*
Miel: mouth like lemon eating *nods, and tries showing her how* tongue makes rolly thing, and then blow.
Iole: *purses lips and does tonguerolly thing* * ... flamejet*
Miel: Mebbe Iole not 'posed to whistle?
Iole: *looks like she's not sure whether to be disappointed about the whistling or proud of the fire*
Miel: *smiles, he likes the fire...very much* do again?
Iole: *grins!* *blows a careful little jet of fire*
Miel: *tries touching it, bad kitten*
Iole: *swats at Miel's paw* Hot, ouch.
Miel: Know that...want to touch.... *self destructive*
Iole: Miel like burn?
Miel: *nods* feels numby-hot...
Iole: *blinks and thinks about that a while* *puffs a tiny fireball at own hand, grimaces* Ouch hot. Iole not.
Miel: Not 'posed to like, not...just do.... *shows off his burnt fingertips, from where he got a candle when Sy wasn't looking*
Iole: Kiss it better. *leans over and kisses a fingertip very solemnly*
Miel: *blinks a bit because with the way his mind handles things -yes, it is better; then smiles and does the same to hers* There...all better?
Iole: *holds hand up and examines it* Uh huh. *breaks into a sparkling sharp smile, happy*
Miel: *grins and wriggles a little* Who Iole's parent? *curious*
Iole: Na-shi. Fox! *makes hand gestures to indicate several tails*
Miel: *blinks at her* Fox?! Mine fox too! *nods*
Iole: *thinks about that* Yel-low? *she means orange, but has misremembered the word*
Miel: Like fire. Or..ora...*frowns* ...Orange!
Iole: Oranz!!
Miel: Orange! :3 *curls his tail around the ickle thing, happy to have a friend - it seems*
Iole: *purrs and solemnly shows off her necklace again*
Miel: Pretty...House gave Iole? *tugs his mirror out to show her, smiling at their "Treasures"*
Iole: *nods, pleased* Down, down down.
Miel: Ghost brought. You went down?
Iole: Lots down. Gho ... ghost too. Scary! *tugs hair over her face to imitate the ghost she met*
Miel: *hugs Octi tightly* Waa...not want meet! Ghost was...lonely. *nods, because his wasn't skeery*
Iole: Ghost want name. Na-shi ... lie. *nods solemnly, eyes wide to convey the seriousness of this*
Miel: *stares a bit, 'cause adults DIDNT lie* he...lie?
Iole: Iole not Ai! *nods firmly* Ghost mad.
Miel: *shakes head* Scary...bad..not want meet.
Iole: Not meet! Iole - *pauses, gestures, then blows a tiny puff of fire* Iole pff.
Miel: *pets her wings again* Burn ghosty up!
Iole: *giggles and bounces gleefully* Burn burn burn~
Miel: *nods, clapping his hands* Where parent now? Lose him?
Iole: *smirk* Parent sleep! Iole talk House. House talk Na-shi. Na-shi sleep.
Miel: *lashes his tail* Sy sleep too, House did....so escaped!
Iole: *giggles* Miel smart!
Miel: :3 House worried...Miel not like.
Iole: House worry, Iole worry.
Miel: *nods* yes...Octi not like either
Iole: *picks up Ember, makes it shake its head*
Miel: *yawns a little, but smiles* still small....but fire making...that help house?
Iole: House ask, Iole pfft!
Miel: Want help House too.. .._.
Iole: House talk. *nods firmly*
Miel: Not have fire or things... *tail thumps*
Iole: Claws! *holds up own hand and unsheaths claws to demonstrate*
Miel: *does the same, has little caps on his claws* ...I scratch things....
Iole: *takes hand and pulls it overto look at* Claws? *confused*
Miel: Parent covered. I scratch. *lifts the hem of his shirt, showing off little healing welts through the silky black fur*
Iole: Burn? *waves hands, trying to convey something and frustrated with limited vocabulary*
Miel: Tried, they stay more then. *he grumbled and tried biting at them - that was fairly effective, but he usually gave up after two caps were pulled off* can pull off, but is hard.
Iole: *bites one f the discarded caps experimentally, makes a face* Yuk.
Miel: *nods* taste bad too...but...they come off!
Iole: *slips claws back in*
Miel: *bites another off, purring at his tiny sharp claws; syrie would be so upset later*
Iole: *curls around Ember and watches with interest; the biting reminds her of Kamu*
Miel: *gets one paw free, mostly 'cause he doesn't want to throw a fit with iole there* ...no more, nasty taste. *huffs and rolls onto his side, watching the little red kitten*
Iole: *cushions her head on Ember and yawns, glancing at the pacing House*
Miel: *makes Octi wave at Ember and Iole; can't watch the House pace, lest he get aggitated*
Iole: *waves back at Octi with hands and feet and tail*
Miel: sleepy? *flicks tail slowly back and forth, eyes the House and whines*
Iole: Nu UH. *huge yawn*
Miel: *scoots closer and hums a little bit; is tired, so thinks they should nap while they can*
Iole: *yawns hugely again and scoots over to put her head on Miel's foot*
Miel: *purrs and hums more, reaching down to pet Iole's ears, cause he liked it when Sy petting HIS ears*
Iole: *settles and falls asleep clutching her plushie*
Miel: *purrs quietly to himself, then sets about destroying a piece of paper he carried with him* >D
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 9:22 pm
Sunlight streamed through the windows, but Miel didn't see it.
He saw a dreamscape of teal and ultramarine, with white so loud he heard it. Colors often had a sound, or a scent that he detected with them. Naturally the boy didn't think much of it, that's just how he'd always been.
Somedays, things called to him. Today, the white pulsed through the brilliant colors of the world he saw - it made him feel like dancing, like raising his body and voice to the heavens in song.
Before the slender toddler-kitten could even think to himself "I want to sing, I want to dance." his body was moving. His head tilted back and a soft, pure singing voice lifted from his mouth in streams of silver and pink.
Miel liked those colors, so he kept doing it, his body moving to the wordless tune coming from his mouth.
Anyone watching or listening would have been enraptured. Even Syrie couldn't help but stare at the child when he was "performing" - though the kitsune was currently in the lower levels of the House, getting food or something. He could hear his ward singing, and knew he must be dancing too...but he'd long learned that sometimes....
Just sometimes...
It was best to let the boy alone - this was one of them. Miel liked to sing and dance alone. The act was so personal to him. As much as the kitten loved Syrie, he couldn't always handle sharing these "dream" moments with him.
Now, swaying...dancing...body moving liquidly - completely free of inhibitions or the strictures that society tried placing on people at a young age - Miel moved. And around him the colors swirled and glimmered. The sounds kissed his body and slid past, whorls of light and sound and color and yes, even taste sometimes too.
As beautiful as his voice, his dance, were...what "outsiders" saw and heard would never hold a candle to Miel's inner world.
So now, as many times before, Syrie just stayed downstairs while his child enjoyed the day.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 8:29 pm
Dead? Dead! The House, dead?
Did Miel know?
Miel did know!
But he didn't know...how sad.
Kero gone, House gone. Gone gone gone.
Miel's thoughts were a whirlwind in his head, screaming louder and louder and then so softly in a sing-song voice. The kitten clawed at the small mirror-pendant around his neck, whimpering - the frantic scrabbling of his tiny but sharp claws against the glass a testament to how badly this whole event effected him.
It was as though the whole reality of the Asylum had changed overnight! Maybe it had! Miel's perceptions of the world were so strangulated and alien that for him, it might well have happened that way....of course, not many others would ever notice... but Miel would.
All of it, gone! Did anyone know? Miel knew! Oh, how he wished he didn't! How he wished he could tell someone! But he couldn't - he was trapped by his own disease.
Instead, the silky black kitten threw himself into an amazingly violent fit, rending anything and everything he could get his hands on - except Octi. Octi! Miel howled and reached for his friend and confidant, tears streaming down his fuzzy cheeks - Octi had never betrayed him! Octi always listened, always understood.
Octi knew!! Miel wasn't alone! He mumbled and murmured to his plushie, slowly - slowly - calmling down from his tantrum. Syrie would be back soon; he'd just gone down stairs to fix a quick bite in the kitchen, and Miel knew the fox would likely wonder why the room was in shambles.
Not that Miel could make it understood. Syrie wouldn't understand the way the red took over, and the noise...the buzzing and the colors and the emotions that came with it. He tried though, Miel had to admit that. Even when Miel tore the man's skin, biting and scratching, he didn't yell, and he didn't strike the kitten.
But he doesn't know.... His little brush of a tail curled around his legs as he in turn curled around Octi, eyes slowly sliding shut. Sleep was a good idea. With that mirror, sleep was possible. Without the mirror, sleep was not. The mirror kept some of the Things at bay.
And from the corner of the room, a slender, whisp of a ghost floated quietly; it's head shook slowly from side to side - Poor kitten! Poor fox! Poor House!
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