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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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 Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 10:07 pm
Gaston's mansion sits a long way from the Sex Bullet's own home and, as it would be apparent from a simple glance, their own building towers above his. This has been a cause for a silent feud from Gaston, envious that he hadn't went bigger with his home, but most of his funds had gone to the city and still went there now. He had to settle for his meager 13 rooms, 3 bathrooms, an electric-fenced in yard for his pets, several servants, and whatever else he bought on whim.. How dreadful. Still, he manages to get by.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 10:08 pm
xxxｄ － ｄ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ＊ ＭＡＫＥ ｍｅ ＬＡＵＧＨ ⇨ ⇨ ⇨ xxxxxxＹ Ｏ Ｕ x Ｔ Ｈ Ｉ Ｎ Ｋ x Ｙ Ｏ Ｕ ' Ｒ Ｅ x Ｂ Ｅ Ｔ Ｔ Ｅ Ｒ x Ｔ Ｈ Ａ Ｎ x Ｍ Ｅ ？ ！ ”NO!” a young, but oh so strong voice screamed just before the noise of a violin crashing against a wall made itself heard. Soon enough, more screams happened, but those were of pain. Pain of a music teacher being by a little nine year old boy using the violin’s bow as a weapon against him. Well, said music teacher should have known better than to say Ferdinando could have done better! Ferdinando can NOT do any better than what Ferdinando does, because Ferdinando is already perfect. That shouldn’t be hard to understand! Stupid servants! Stupid Music teacher! Who did they think they were anyway? Daddy had said it numerous times that they were all worthless, yet, he had to force him to spend time with them all everyday! He really didn’t understand why daddy made him do all of that! It seemed to be only pure torture! There was no good reason behind it! ”You’re stupid! And you’re music is stupid! And I hate you and YEAH!” Yes, Ferdinando had went that far! He was quite angry today!
As the boy raised his arm to slap the servant with the stringed bow one more time, the large double doors of the concert hall opened and his father, Reinbach walked in, obviously displeased by what he had seen from the balcony! Oh yes, Reinbach was making sure to watch every progress of his child into becoming the god that he should be and right now, it would have seen that all those efforts had been wasted! ”Ferdinando El Noch di Stella Luna Sol-Natta! I saw what you did there, young man!”, screamed the man as he approached the music stage where his son was standing and his music teach was… lying on the floor in foetal position. A common sigh for servant of the Sonatas, really.
”BUT DAAAAAAD-“, started to whine the boy, before his father cut him by raising a hand in the air in order to signal him to remain silent. Until he was to become a full fledge God, his father was still better than him, after all. He knew that much.
”I want to hear no such excuse! I have shown you how to do it numerous times in the past! Now! Go pick you violin and try again and I don’t want to hear any complaints!” Reinbach looked down on his son, obvious irritation in both his voice and eyes. How many time did one man had to show something to his son until that son had it right? It wasn’t hard to do! Reinbach was pretty sure he had been doing it all his life after all.
Without complaing, like his father had ordered him to do, Ferdinando walked to the other edge of the theatre, keeping his head low, in order to grab the violin he had thrown away and bring it back to where both his father and his music teacher were waiting… one crying less than the other.
”Well? Do it!”, ordered Reinbach as he noticed the reluctance in Ferdinando’s action. The boy left out an exaggerated sigh of expectation and threw the violin at his music teacher, making sure to give a good flap of the wrist as he did so. ”That’s better! See? It wasn’t all that hard! Do it again, but this time, flap your other wrist at the same time you throw your… whatever thing you were playing.” The art of throwing a tantrum; it was something that every Sonata had to master at a very young age!
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life without thou
is like a garden ransacked of its finest flower
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 9:50 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 2:13 am
xxxｄ － ｄ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ＊ ＭＡＫＥ ｍｅ ＬＡＵＧＨ ⇨ ⇨ ⇨ xxxxxxＹ Ｏ Ｕ x Ｔ Ｈ Ｉ Ｎ Ｋ x Ｙ Ｏ Ｕ ' Ｒ Ｅ x Ｂ Ｅ Ｔ Ｔ Ｅ Ｒ x Ｔ Ｈ Ａ Ｎ x Ｍ Ｅ ？ ！ Without wasting a moment, Ferdinando made sure to listen to his father and to start training on how to throw a proper tantrum. He really didn't like doing that! It took too much effort and that hand flapping at the end was just weird and uncomfortable. Why couldn't his father do it himself? Or he could train January instead! Or Lilia! No, wait. Lilia was very good at throwing tantrum. He had seen her in actions; it was almost scary! Who knew that a girl could throw a servant so far through a window.... Lac Virginite might still be alive today if that servant hadn't ended falling on it. Oh well, they had a good meal that night. Talking about meal, Ferdinando was hungry and he was hungry NOW. "DAAAAAAAAAD. I wanna eat. GO COOK THAT SERVANT!", he ordered as he pointed out at his aunt entering the room. Oh, he wasn't being disrespectful toward Donnatella, he just hadn't learned on how to distinguish her from the other servants yet. After all, her skin was the same colour as most of them and she always had the scrunch up expression on her face; Just like a servant!
Unfortunately for the eldest Sonata, Reinbach was sharing his son's view of the world and, while he he started to be able to tell Donnatella apart from the servants (she smelled like money, they didn't), the woman was still too far away from Reinbach for him to be able to smell her. "Ah, my son! My pride and joy! You are right! We must quench our hunger by drinking food!" If his son could just learn on how to throw a violin properly and how to kill Lilia in her sleep, not a single human would ever be better than him! It was just a matter of time now. "Cook-Servant! Cook Servant! Take take chicken-servant and cook it! Roast in in a beurre blanc with sprinkles of a la crema du Maitre D'." The various NPC servant that were standing in music room looked at each other, not sure on how to react. Were they suppose to bring Donnatella to the kitchen to cook her and face her wrath, or disobey Reinbach and face his wrath. It was hard to tell which one would be worst. "Now, now! Unless you want us to cook you, you'd better hurry! It has even started to talk to us with that awful voice. Hurry now!" Oh, yes. Facing her wrath seemed a better alternative than being eaten, so, two of the servants walked toward Donnatellla, lift her up from under her arms and started to walk toward the exit of the room, letting her see Reinbach on the music stage getting further and further as they brought her along.
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life without thou
is like a garden ransacked of its finest flower
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 3:06 pm
Poor choice in sauce too – she would have went with something a little less.. bland for a human. Even if they thought it was chicken, some sort of spice or lemon zest – well. Donatella wasn't the cook here. “Ervin!” She ordered out as she tried her best not to squirm as she was being manhandled. Ugh, these servants were little more than lemmings! “Ervin, get me down now.” Her voice barely hid the extraordinary amount of frustration that came with having to wait even a second more than she had to to get back on her feet. But, thankfully, Ervin, her bodyguard of the day, had hurried out from the hall where he had been waiting. Donatella had given him strict instructions to avoid Reinbach – she didn't want him to start.. ruining her things. So, whenever it seemed like the man would be nearby, she would have him stand in the hall – but it wasn't always close enough to keep her in good spirits. Like right now. As he pushed aside two servants roughly, Donatella kicked the remainder with a rather sharp heel in the gut before stepping out of the mess and giving a dirty look to her guard. “They were going to cook me, Ervin.” She spat out as she walked tensely back towards where her brother was, climbing the steps up the stage as she glanced down to her PDA to make sure it hadn't been scuffed.
“Schtolteheim.” She said firmly, crossing her arms and looking down at her nephew in disapproval before giving the same stare to said brother. “Cooking human beings – even servants – is against the law and will get us sued. Again.” She scolded; the local lawyer really did make a killing off of them, that much was for sure. “I personally don't like being attacked by servants either.” She frowned and took in a small breath, hating that she had to explain this all over again. “..I'm your sister. Donatella Sonata. We have the same mother and grew up in the same house, just like Gaston and Jessebelle.” Gods, she wondered what was wrong with her mother's genes to create such.. defects. It was only a blessing that Donatella hadn't been stricken with the same disorder or who knows where they would be at.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 3:42 pm
xxxｄ － ｄ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ＊ ＭＡＫＥ ｍｅ ＬＡＵＧＨ ⇨ ⇨ ⇨ xxxxxxＹ Ｏ Ｕ x Ｔ Ｈ Ｉ Ｎ Ｋ x Ｙ Ｏ Ｕ ' Ｒ Ｅ x Ｂ Ｅ Ｔ Ｔ Ｅ Ｒ x Ｔ Ｈ Ａ Ｎ x Ｍ Ｅ ？ ！ Both Sonata males were perplexed by the actions happening in front of them. Not only was the servant girl yelling for someone to get her go instead of resigning herself to her fate or crying in happiness like oh so many servants seemed to do lately. Something about “the final E of peach and free dome” whatever they meant by that, but she some other servant came and actually helped her! Meaning that a servant was disobeying them? That wasn’t possible! It wasn’t in their programs! The instruction booklet had never mentioned anything like that about the servants! Them having a mind of their own? Preposterous! They would have to do something about that! …. Later. For now, they had to quickly decide what to do to that servant coming toward them! A malfunctioning servant could be dangerous! It could… Wait a second. Something was tickling Reinbach’s nose. He sniffed the air a bit, trying to find out why that smell was so familiar…. By the time Donnatella was on the stage, he had finally noticed that it was the smell of money! ”Ah! Almost Dearest Sister! Where did you come from? Did you just learn the secret art of teleportation? I could swear I never saw you entering this room.” And just were had that servant girl went too? He was still hungry!
Ferdinando, perhaps due to his mother gene, didn’t share, completely his father’s ways of seeing the world. He could perfectly understand that the servant girl was actually his aunt that he had mistaken for a servant. Not that he would admit to that error. Oh no, like father always said, a God never makes any mistakes. It’s everyone else around who are too stupid to appreciate the beauty of your existence and your acts, and by the love of himself, he would abide by that! ”Good morning, Aunt Nutella.” He looked down to his foot. Something about her always made him feel uneasy. Perhaps it was her stern look…. Perhaps the fact that she wasn’t white. Either way, he didn’t like it and his left foot looked much better. He gave a quick look to his father, to see how he was acting and, not to his surprise, he was also looking down to his feet the same way Ferdinando was doing. Ah, families~
”I know! I know! I know all about that! But still! Such a pity that you never visited the west wing! Or sent flowers! Or chocolate! Or Wine! And… It’s not my fault if you don’t have the Sonata Chin! It’s hard to see the family resemblance without it!” It wasn’t hard to get! All that she needed to do was having a slight plastic surgery! God knew that Reinbach himself had many in the past. Why would he still look exactly the same as ten years ago if it wasn’t for them? He wasn’t sure that his “sister” was good enough to run a town if she couldn’t even think of something as simple as that. Ah, yes, the whole town was going down hill ever since the death of his brother, Ferdinando Bless Him.
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life without thou
is like a garden ransacked of its finest flower
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 9:31 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 7:55 pm
xxxｄ － ｄ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ＊ ＭＡＫＥ ｍｅ ＬＡＵＧＨ ⇨ ⇨ ⇨ xxxxxxＹ Ｏ Ｕ x Ｔ Ｈ Ｉ Ｎ Ｋ x Ｙ Ｏ Ｕ ' Ｒ Ｅ x Ｂ Ｅ Ｔ Ｔ Ｅ Ｒ x Ｔ Ｈ Ａ Ｎ x Ｍ Ｅ ？ ！ Teleportation was impossible? Oh, silly woman that his sister was! Everyone knew that teleportation was possible. How else would have Shinju left the house all those times without him noticing if she hadn’t been teleporting? Of course, she could have been using the servant’s door, but surely his wife was not that adventurous in life. There was so many dangers to pass through that door that he had it painted Yellow (a horrifying colour who wanted people to believe it was related to Gold!) so to know to never walk thought it.
He was about to explain to his sister his theory as to why teleportation was possible, when she brough up the horrible subject of his chin. He had twenty five plastic surgery to make it look as closely as Gaston’s as he could have! How could she! ”I HAVE THE SONATA CHIN YOU ARE JUST JEALOUS OF HOW AWESOME I AM AND I’M NOT LISTENTING LALALALALALALALA” And on that, he ran away from the room, running as girly as he could, because that was how a rich and pomous man had to run. As for Ferdinando, he simply sigh, took his violon and walked away. He would go watch TV his room or something.
- Exit Both Sonata Males -
The End
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life without thou
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 11:05 am
Иёш Daу  
This question was a conundrum the man would have to ponder alone as he waited, arms crossed and sitting in the usual blue spandex suit he wore when he was supposed to be his 'other' self. It should be assumed that he wasn't going to move until either his friends found him or he figured the answer out, making for a rather boring moment. Thankfully, inside the mansion, there were more interest piquing occurrences!
Lilia, the last 'true' heir to the Sonata name, was standing on the second floor of the mansion, just outside of the old playroom that she and her childhood playmates would spend time in when she was too little to realize how stupid it was. She had her arms crossed, lips screwed up in a frown, and her eyes on the ceiling as she stood there in contemplation, much like the silent man outside, but, of course, she knew nothing about what the peasants were doing! She was oblivious to it all and, even if she wasn't, she wouldn't care. She had more important manners – like how she didn't like the color of the ceiling. It was currently a lovely shade of Persian rose, which she had requested just last week in the early morning when she had been woken up to get ready for school. She had done it out of malice, always hating it when she was unhappy and others weren't. Judith hadn't given in to her demand to be moved up to the older kid classroom and, so, she wasn't pleased to go to school lately. Now, school had already been over for a good hour or two, so it wasn't that that had her looking at the ceiling in wonder of what new shade she wanted it to be. No, it was just a rush of hormones that had her irritated for no reason and, never one to do anything without reason, she decided it had to do with the ceiling why she was so huffy today.
“..French rose.” She muttered to herself before snapping her head towards the end of the hallway that lead to the stairs, “ALIIIISSSE!” She screamed until her cheeks turned a nice shade of pink themselves for their favorite maid. A maid that Lilia herself didn't like because, well! She had blue eyes! Which just wasn't the correct eye color for someone with blonde hair like Lilia! Blonde hair that was perfectly natural, might she add, as far as everyone knew, or else she would have her personal hairstylist deported! Haruka's name was obviously foreign and foreigners didn't have a place if they couldn't keep their mouths shut! She smirked to herself as she waited for her servant to come, but her patience wasn't going to last very long. She was a Sonata, after all.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 7:49 pm
▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ XXXXX⊉XXXXX It was like every other morning in the Sonata housing for Alisse, who seemed to be on alert and staring out the window and at the clouds. Alisse herself had been canstantly looking around for the young master who was a very scary boy who happen to like throwing things at her, the bigger the better for him. Alisse moved on to the next window and began wiping as someone whcked her back into reality. Shuddering at the thought of the young master, it was scary, not knowing what he was going to throw at her or if it was going to explode this time. “ALIIIISSSE!” Lilia screamed. Alisse sighed, Lilia commanded her to come right away, it actually scared her to know that Lilia wanted her to come right to her. he'd heard the rumors about the last servant who upset her had met an misfortunate death by being thrown out a window, and all because they'd stepped on something unimportant to her. Walking as fast as the blonde could, she knocked on Lilia's door before shortly entering, "Yes, Young Mistress?" she said silently, trying her hardest not to anger Lilia. Head lowered as she waited for Lilia to answer her.
The slow, wretched silence was killing her. The fact that she didn't know what was going to happen to her was bad enough, but she knew Lilia didn't like her much at all, from the way she treated her all the time. Soon enough, for Alisse the silence was too much for the young woman to take, getting out of her bowing postition, the woman looked blankly at the Young Mistress with almost no expression, while inside she was shivering like scared child. All of the Sonatas were quite terrifying, even if one managed to escape one, one always had to worry about the others. XXXXX⊈XXXXX XXXXX⊉XXXXXOOC//: -----XXXXX⊈XXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXX ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 1:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 4:08 am
▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ XXXXX⊉XXXXX Alisse was relieved to be released from the silence, staring blankly at Lilia as she questioned the young blonde what color the hallway ceiling was. "Quite a lovely shade of Persian rose Young Mistress," she answered reluctantly. Alisse really didn't understand why Lilia had called the blonde to her chambers to discuss the color of a hallway ceiling which no one had even complained about. "Would there be a problem with the color of the ceiling, does it not suit young mistress's tastes? I'll change it immediately if so.." she said clutching to her blue maids dress, Alisse of course was prepared for everything and had recently purchased a para-suit.
"Or perhaps you are famished," she said, Lilia seemed to dislike her very much, as it as clear with how she looked at Alisse to how she did with other servants. 'I really don't get why the Sonata family members are all Pompous and mean?!'' she thought to herself, biting down on her tongue as she tried to to make an angered face. She hoped she'd succeeded and would last to see another tomorrow. 'Atleast I'm paid well..' she said in her head, smiling brightly as if to say she'd do anything that Lilia commanded, as she always did anyway.XXXXX⊈XXXXX XXXXX⊉XXXXXOOC//: -----XXXXX⊈XXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXX ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒ ▓ ▒
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 9:31 pm
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