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 Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:02 am
Vin had long given up on trying to berate the benign young mother, so he just listened to her in all peace, allowing himself to lose some tension by shifting his focus to her troubles.
"She'll be fine. Either that, or..." now hold back on the bluntness, hold it back. Okay, everyone nad to fight for himself, life didn't have mercy on the weak, but come on. Let's try that again.
"She'll be fine. There are plenty of people around who wish her nothing but the best, if she has any sense she'll appreciate that more than she would fret over the half tonne of people out to get her." Hmmm, close but no cookie. At least he'd tried to sound somewhat positive. Rhian-dear has more folks looking out for her than he did in the last ages. Yes, she'll be fine alright...
"Ah, Elst finally made it... Odd to think the actual house owner has so little to say on who and what invades his home. 'm Not too keen on monopoçlising my territory here myself." With that, Rugovin sat up again, and made to leave the bathroom. "You coming to say hi? I'm assuming you're quite done here now..." Forgive me if I'm wrong.
In the living room, Timka remained quite cheerfully squirrel'd up by Elst's side. Things would sort themselves out, let's give Aoi some time to orchestrate the evening ne?
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:02 pm
Ellandra nodded, taking the Essentic's bluntness for an attempted kindness by a person who had gone far, far too long without any such thing being given to him. "Thank you for. . . . putting up with my silly fretting, sir Vin," she said quietly, fighting a slight dizzy spell and grabbing onto the sink to keep from falling. "Yes, I suppose we should rejoin the others... this is a nice bathroom but hardly a place for visiting."
Rhian snuggled up closer to Aoi and buried her face in his shoulder, shaking her head. 'I'm not hungry, not now, but thank you, Aoi-flower.' The flutterby just wanted to stay safe, close and protected for right now, tat was all.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 11:08 pm
Aoi nodded a little at Rhian’s words, before looking back up to whom he considered to be his parents. “Rhi says she’s fine…but thank you.” He nodded a little, with a general smile. He made no mention of his own state of hunger, but Vin had fed him earlier, he was fine, probably.
Elst, meanwhile, simply enjoyed the company of a certain Miss Longway, keeping wrapped up close to her, the occasional cuddle here and there. As to how so much could happen in his home without him even being there? Well, the fact that things could run so smoothly with out him, were, to him at least, a good sign. It meant he’d made his home their home in a way. And that was exactly what he wanted.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 11:55 pm
"Ssnothing... At the very least you take care of yourself instead of focusing on roping others in with them. Aoi can be a right pain like that.. but he's young. The young make mistakes. Not that adults don't, we just don't have an excuse anymore." hah. "Yes, we should go. Who knows what people may think." Curse that innuendo, but it's so fun to make. At least he had the sense of making a rather snarky 'oh ha ha' sound along with it. Lawd, the humour. Sorry about that.
"Need a hand?" Females, tsh. No matter how inspiring to the male side of all species, there were reasons why they were said to be the weaker half, heh. Poor things.
Nah, he's not misogynistic, just sports a good dose of male pride and protectiveness towards those kind ones who aren't of the 'I could kick your a** any day mister'-type like Sunchase had been. With Ellandra he could at least hover around her a little, to make sure he could catch her if her balance gave out, without risking to get his nose bitten off because of his 'denigrating attitude'. Ahah.
The sound of a rather fulltily dash closing in fast, as well as the clear signal accompanying it, announced most present of Misha's rapid approach. A minute later the bunny came...
Good lord, hovering through the window, flailing about a little, much reminiscent tof the first flying lessons the children in Peter Pan went through. Not surprisingly he lost balance just as he'd made it inside and faceplanted neatly. Boink.
Ah well, you learn with rising and falling, ne? Rubbing his forehead a little he scuffled around to get up again, apparently rather amused by his own ability to look completely silly. By now the tear on his ear had healed over, leaving a quite big pink scar, but he didn't mind that much. Maybe with time his fur'd grow over it again.
"Hi guys." =D hadn't expected company, nice to see you Rhian <3
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 2:27 pm
Ellandra smiled at Vin, though it dropped at the mention of Aoi. "Yes. . . the poor dear, I do wish he'd take better care of himself," she said softly, grey eyes mournful and sad. "You're watching out for him, aren't you? He needs it so much, axs much or more than any of the other little ones." Tilting her head a little, she smiled again. "They all seem so young to me. . .. . but they're all growing up so very fast." When she entered the front room, she was just in time to see Misha faceplant onto the floor and winced. "Ouch. . ."
When Aoi acted like he didn't need anything, Rhian poked him in the ribs with a finger. 'Aoi-flower, you need to eat more!' Then there was the sound of running, running towards the house, towards her, and though she sensed it was Misha she couldn't help the irrational terror that welled up within her. She pulled the blanket over her head and cowered against Aoi, trying to fight down the fear that was overtaking her again and again and again. . . . .
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 12:49 am
All nice and up on his feet again, Misha had a moment to become rather overwhelmed with both joy and confusion. Ella-sis and Rhian here? Wow, what was the occasion?
Getting quite worried at the flutterby's startled reaction he closed the window and loped over to her. "Are you alright?" D:>
At least Aoi seemed to be taking care of her... Bot hooboy, then there was this strange, strange issue of seeing Rugovin so close by Ellandra. Not that he didn't have anything but respect for the veteran, but he knew he was a potential danger, and didn't bother to hide his low-level distrust when he glanced at him.
"Whoops." the mimicker had uttered dryly along to Ellandra's own reaction. Once the messenger had gotten the chance to compose himself, he found himself being given one of 'those' looks again. Without another word he distantiated himself from Ellandra, moving over to lean against the couch. Tsh, fine then. He was in no mood to prove a point, least of all one he didn't trust himself on.
Timka was still merely watching things play out, not very covnerned about her bunny's health after that brief bonk. She knew he wasn't half the pansy he looked like, and if he'd have started to whine she'd surely have berated him for being reckless in the first place. Nope, all was good and jolly. Now if Rhian'd just settle down a bit?
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 2:34 am
[[So sorry for the failtag... u.u]]
A gesture towards the tray of goodies Vin had left displayed that Aoi had picked it clean, downing every last bit of food it had held. “See, sis? I ate plenty, no worries…” Oh, do not be mistaken; the flower-child was still quite hungry, but he was not about to let anyone know that. He’d always had a tremendous appetite to fuel his magic, and this would have been only a light meal even under normal circumstances.
Focus turned, however, as he felt that oh-so-familiar Source output speeding towards them, or, even more strongly, as he felt the mind of his older brother nearing them, his telepathy having long grown stronger than his ability to sense Source. The crash and burn of the bunny brother set Aoi to try and stand up to help him, but Rhian’s sudden cowering kept him rooted to the spot. Now now, sis, don’t worry, it’s just Misha…
So there he stayed, hugging gently around his little sister, trying his hardest to make her feel safe. “Oh, hey big brother…you alright? That was a pretty nasty crash…” He’d have to speak from a distance for now, or at least until Rhi was calm once more.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 12:59 pm
((It's not fail, Roots! D: ))
Ellandra blinked, curious about why the older Essentic had moved away from her. Oh well, she couldn't claim to know anything about the man after all. Instead, she looked to Timka, blinking a bit at the sight of the feline traits. "I don't believe you had that touch of feline about you when we last met, Miss Longway," she said quietly but then smiled a bit to herself. "Of course, I've awoken some dormant traits within myself in the time since we've last seen each other, so I'm really not one to comment. They suit you nicely though." Utterly sincere, that. She was a grown woman and a mother, the time for petty dislikes was long past - especially since Misha was growing up so well. . . if still a bit clumsily.
Rhian cowered close to Aoi, shuddering. 'Why won't it stoooop?' she cried out mentally seeking refuge within her sibling's embrace. She peered a bti at Misha, tears pooling in her large blue eyes. She couldn't answer her oldest brother, but her non-answer was probably an answer within itself, wasn't it? Again she turned and buried her face against Aoi, trying to absorb as much of that calmness as he could give her.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 11:49 pm
((you really should stop sayin' that yeah xD there's nothing wrong about the taaaaag))
"I'm okay, I'm okay." not even a bump, not that I'm aware of. Ah, this bunny sure was a lot more worried about his little sister being in such obvious distress than himself having a boink mid-practice. Going quiet, he came a little closer, completing the triad. With a soft worried look, he reached out to her, and softly brushed his hand over her hair. Don't be scared?
Timka was listening to Ellandra with half a fluff-tipped ear, the remainder of her attention on the Essentics.
"Ah, yeah. Hmhmm..." yeah, you now, second puberty and all. The attempt at calm conversation seemed to have gone mostly past her, but she didn't appear to be acting rude on purpose.
"Oh. Really?" Okay, now she was making an effort. "Why thanks." hmm, she clearly hadn't seen that compliment coming. Her tail curved up in a loose S-shape, and she couldn't help but grin slightly.
"So you have indeed changed as well, in more ways than one. What's your excuse?" What a strange question to ask, if you didn't know the context. "For not having known or told about yourself, I mean. What's the story?" Oh my, miss Timka was sounding quite genuinely interested here. Even Rugovin deigned to glance at the two females, remotely curious himself.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 3:03 am
[[And my posts get even crappier! :'D]]
This particular plant-man was in his state of half-aware of his surroundings at present, his gawwwI’mwithTimka mindset, so he wasn’t quite all there. Upon hearing a complement leveled at the cat-woman in question, however, brought him to, at least a little. “They certainly do look nice on you, yes…” he spoke hazily, more paying attention to keeping Miss Longway comfortable than anything else. But Ellandra had him curious, too… “Oh, yes…I’ve wondered about that myself…”, he spoke, how did she get so…nymphy, anyway?
Aoi, meanwhile, just focused on the trembling little sister in his arms, appreciative of Misha’s reaching out. It’ll stop, Rhi, it will…, he continued thinking to her as soothingly as he could. He tried everything he knew just to draw that pain away from her, take it into himself whatever he could manage. He could feel that biting, scratching, tearing panic from her, just wanted to ease it away so it would stop tormenting his precious little sister…Please, whatever is causing this, let me feel it instead so she doesn’t have to…
The flower child kept cuddled around Rhian with Misha, whatever it took to make her feel safe, to dry those tears…
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