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 Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 6:02 pm
Fugensnot. (Translation- I have a job again.)
I found Augustus again. Seems like he moved. He's got another club and it's .... early hours. Gag. But at least I'll have a better chance of finding someone to watch my kid while I'm at work. And more exposure, yknow. People do sleep, after all.
Augustus also mentioned stepping up my pay from last time. He's giving me full-time salary for one night of work, rather than three. Apparently a bunch of his old regulars stopped regularing after I took off. Ha. I'm popular. -retch-
I need a new lineup. My tastes have changed, and no doubt the regulars will have the same sort of influence going on. So okay. I'm sticking to the vis-kei, because I can DO that, and I miss dressing up like a queen. Maybe throw some trash industrial in there too.
.... Oh my god I just spent the last ten minutes laughing at this entry. If you didn't know I was a singer, you'd think I was a damned stripper!
One night a week for regular pay singing is definitely better than needing daycare constantly. I hate daycare. It feels like such neglect for the poor kid. "Daddy has better things to do so you're being stuck with people you don't know or love."
I'm sure this little stinker has had enough issues if it's a wailing, freezing blob on the end of a tattery looking braided reed wand that it doesn't need abandonment issues too.
It likes clinging right next to my right shoulder, and it's ******** cold as hell. Nice, cause it's all snuggly and all, but it's chillier than a witch's titty. Those mittens and hat look like a better idea already. Man, I lucked out on that.
... Aww. Awwwww. It just like, nuzzled me..... What a sweetie.... lookit me melt, man. I'm such a WOOOOMAN.
Friggin love you, Wiko. Just... please don't eat me when you grow up....
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 5:27 pm
Mashed Peas Are Gross
Night was ticking on like dripping faucets in the time between waking and sleep. The yawning spaces of the room felt like massive clouds of ick to Nicolai, just barely spared by the soft coloring of the walls. He sat upon his bed, journal before him and ghostling baby favoring his right shoulder, which was half draped with blanket to protect from the wendigo's chilly touch. Gods, if he didn't, he was afraid his goosebumps would get frostbite and fall off.
The journal page was empty, just staring impatiently at him, expecting to be written in but not at all being humored. Pen in hand, tapping uneasily at his knee, Nicolai wrestled with his bottom lip in thought. A lineup he needed, and a lineup he... had a lot of trouble getting without a music source. With a flustered grumble he finally scrawled a word or three across the top of the page.
Satisfied with that for a moment, he sat back, giving a glance to the Wiko one. The blobling was still lovingly nuzzling his shoulder, making eerie, barely audible wails as was the tradition. He reached a hand up and pawed at it, hand instantly chilled to ouch levels and withdrawn. Man, there had to be a way around that. He gave it a pout and turned back to his journal.
"Vis-Kei~ Malice stuff. Malice? Uhy... Gackt/Klaha era only, I will die before I do Tetsu. ... Bah, I may just stick to Syunikiss for Gackt and Shiroi for Klaha. Malice isn't my thing anymore, really.... OH Illness Illusion. Ha. HA. MAN I love doing that song. How about ... f.... No. Let's stay away from Forever Lost, please. ..... Eeee Deflower. Let's not neglect Dix. And Secret Letters. Must do.
Industrial~ .... um. .. . ..... . . Nine inch nails? Hell, I'd love to do ********. Throw some London After Midnight.... Eee..... which could I DO in daytime hours without lawsuits?! god. I could do Kiss... but they say "rape".... Bah, I'll just do that and the other one, be damned the lawsuits.
Metal/Hard stuff/Blar~ Shi Sakura. Looove. Dir en grey? Man, WHICH!? I WILL do Night In Girl. Man, that's my song. .....OH OH ISSHOU! That song reminds me of Ali for some ******** reason.... Wipeout. I'll need someone to back me up deathvocals though. Might as well add Hard Reality too. Idunno. It'd be a break from the goddamn vibratto.
Etc/Slow~ Must. Do. Over the Rainbow Piano Version. Oh man I love singing Korean. That means I should probably do Knife.... Lost Graduation Silent. Man, I'm glad I taught myself to play that. May do Urei just to even out the mood.
Okay so that's about all I can friggin think of right now. Sue me."
He closed the journal, satisfied with his brainstorming for the time being. Songs could be whipped out at last minute. Augustus still had his backups, after all. Just so long as he had a general idea of what to dress for.
Nicolai's eyes wandered about the room, landing finally on the broken bassonet at the bedside. The block of wood was propping it up, and shabbily, without having been nailed in just yet. He cringed at the thought of trying to get the damn thing together, but... well, it had to be done. He had no idea when this little blobling would materialize, and he'd best have a place for it to sleep.
After a moment of trying to wriggle himself into a good position, he went at it, grumbling and muttering at the flimsy bassonet when it wouldn't accept the nails. It didn't take him long to figure out how to ram the nail into the block and jam it into the bassonet, but he had a new problem. One leg, and which was a mystery, was far too long or short, and the thing would rock violently if touched. Yay.
Nicolai dug at the piles of things he'd bought. There had to be SOMETHING to even it out. Alas, all he came across was baby food and diapers.
.....
"Note to self- One will go to extreme measures, and eat strange things, in order to make a bassonet stand level."
And Nicolai discovered that a lid from a jar of baby food with a nail in it made an excelllent foot extension for a gimp bassonet.
Wiko was amused, for sure, running laps around Nicolai's shoulder as he admired his handiwork and choked back the mashed peas he'd decided were to be sacrificed for this endeavor. He laid the thermal blanket inside and placed the wolf plush and toy ring with it. Melty feelings arose again as he gave Wiko a glance, picturing the tiny little infant in its bassonet with its wolf and blankie.
G'aww....
"Note to self 2- Babies are cute to think about. Must comment later on whether or not it's true when they're actually there."
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 8:43 am
Coffee Makes... Almost Everything Better
Coffee, oh blessed beans of caffination. A sigh escaped the feline as he dared to lean back a moment to relax. Then the sharp ping of something hitting the floor ruined the moment quickly. Even coffee couldn't cure this problem.
Amber eyes caught sight of the fork that had been dropped by the young child before him. "Jeanus don't throw things." Of course it was likely that he'd knocked it over, but none the less he'd made a mess in the few seconds that Raja had looked away. Cream and crumbs everywhere. Maybe giving him a cinnamon bun wasn't such a good idea, but Keanu had loved them so much. They usually kept him out of trouble, so he'd thought maybe the same would work with the odd little mixture of a child.
Leaning over he plucked the fork up off the floor and set it back down near the small figure who seemed almost to try and snag it.
Oh yes, that was still a bit strange. The wand now moved conciously, or it seemed that way. The mist brushed against his hand as he set the object down for Jeanus before it gained a small grin. "You're still a little too small to play with that." He was talking to smoke again... he'd really lost it hadn't he?
"Da-da misty wan shoogee too." The boy babbled as he took the fork back. After a moment to make sure it was clean, something the distracted parent hadn't remembered to do, the boy blew on it once before stuffing another bite of the still warm treat in his mouth. "Ee wah ab 'eet oo!" He tried to say through a mostly full mouth before focusing on swallowing the current chunk of food.
"Well not quite yet, she doesn't really have a mouth to eat with does she?" The man asked quietly before holding out a finger to play a game with the thing. So much for getting to drink his coffee in peace.
Trudgity trudge. Nicolai hadn't slept in days, it felt, not since Wiko had begun to spurt from his wretched stick. Fixing that damned bassonet took most of the time, as the wood he'd gotten was a bit long and wouldn't sit quite right. Not to mention that now there was a glob of yellowy mist chasing him everywhere and making ungodly noises. For a ghost, the little wendigo sure was loud.
He dragged himself into the coffeeshop with little to no spunk, direly requiring some sort of spurt to his blood sugar. A blur of ordering and paying, and a bit of consoling to the quietly wailing smoke blob at his side passed in moments before he had himself at a table with a Big Train Chai. He sat hard, clutching the wand carefully, not yet ready to let go of his nagging paranoia that he'd break the darned thing. Especially after this bit of progress.
He gave a look to the ghostling, sort of tilting his head at it. Sure creepy, it was, and being an especially noisy one made it no better. And it was cold. Damn cold. Like stepping outside in dead winter every time he touched it.
His eyes wandered about the area, now certain he had to be a distraction with this little thing floating about him. Not everyday you see a...
... ghost on the end of a stick. He finished his thought and remarked mentally at the same time. There was another one. Granted, pink, and much more pleasant looking than little Wiko here, but it was the same. Ooh, I get to see another one in action...
Much less shy than was natural, Nicolai gave a sheepish wave to the other apparent guardian in the shop.
((Just for reference. Little piccu of Jeanus. Here))
Ding, the little bell at the door rang as something entered. Raja didn't bother to lookup, the small ghost was trying to latch onto his finger while the spare hand tilted the latte at his mouth. Ah sweet, sweet energy. It'd be coming back soon. God only knew he needed the pick me up.
What with keeping people from breaking the wand, and trying to figure out a name. Certainly it couldn't be long now. She needed a name, a fitting name for a young girl. It was still a girl right? He sighed closing his eyes and waving his finger around a bit as if playing with a cat and he was the string. He didn't notice that the small ghost wasn't attacking the finger anymore, and had instead been drawn to the other little blip that floated along with the new person.
Jeanus had looked up as well, and he was far more vocal about his discovery. "Misty, nother misty." He chimed happily moving to slip out f the chair. Which meant he might get to look at how this one worked, his father insisted that there would be no pulling the wand apart. A sad thing. After a quick drop to the floor, a shower a crumbs falling around him, things that had previously been in the young boy's lap. He scampered over toward the table eagerly to get a closer look at this new misty.
The words might have mildly caught Raja's attention, but the clunk of Jeanu hitting the floor snaped his eyes open and drew him somewhat out of his chair. A quick glance in the direction he was heading showed the object of desire.
Another one. Well yes, he'd seen wands before, but thisone was still... it wasn't a kid yet. The first other person with a wand, and they seemed to be about the same size as his. "Eh..." Well no time to think about that, even if he had finally found someone who knew the wierdness he'd lived through and was still living it. Time to retrieve Jeanus before he broke something. Quickly catching the delicate lavender wand in his hand and still clinging to the coffee cup with the other as he headed over.
One never got a rest when children were involved.
"I see misty please?" The boy grinned up at the man who'd dared to wave. Friendly people were ok to talk to, at least that's what he thought.
Kids, kids, kids. And he'd be having his own soon enough. He smiled back, though not entirely wholeheartedly, and held Wiko's wand out a little, but not by much. He was, after all, still horrifically paranoid about the thing.
"S'just like that one, I see." he nodded, indicating the pinkling ghost. He was reluctant to let the little one near the ghost wendigo, but at the least he'd let him see.
The mist retracted, circling about Nicolai's shoulders for a moment before pulling back to the wand, enciting a deathly chill in its guardian. He shivered violently and gave a rueful grin to Raja. Might as well make himself familiar if no doubt they'd see each other in the headquarters sometime.
"Uh... Hi there..." he began, sort of twisting his brow in a muddled expression. "I see... you're a guardian too?"
Duh. Or not. Could be wrong. Was worth asking anyway.
Oh yes, Raja knw kids. Now anyway. Then again, it was some twisted version of children, none of them was the least bit normal to say the least. From pet dragons to wand children, life wasn't all that normal anymore. Not that it ever was.
The boy grinned happily as the wand came just a bit closer, but remained out of his reach. What a bother, no one ever made anything easy. "Ees simee yah. Nah saaame as other misty." He replied quickly as he watched the thing move about. Around the shoulders then the person was twitching. Raja never did that with his misty, this one was definitely different.
The man nodded briefly to the question as he watched Jeanus try to snag the wand and fail. No harm done, he'd quit once he realized he couldn't get it. "Mm, yea. It's odd being a..." What was the word the man had used. "guardian. I didn't rally expect her to be a wand so long." He added quietly before nudging the child's foot with his own to get his attetnion.
"Jeanus, be nice and introduce yourself before you try to grab things. Wands are out of bounds anyways." He added with a sigh before looking back up. "I'm Raja, and this is... well I'm not quite sure what her name is yet." He added with a akward smile.
"Misty. Ees misty." The boy chimed in before latching onto the new person's knee. "I ees Jeanus, can I see misty now?" Obviously the out of bounds things didn't quite apply unless the actual owner said it.
Nicolai nodded oddly, taken by awkwardness at the little one at his feet. Kids, kids, everywhere. Not in the longest time had Nicolai seen so many kids. Just all of a sudden, loads of them falling into his life. One of them being his own didn't make anything better.
"I'm Nicolai," he responded to the introductions, clinging to his wand protectively. "I'm not sure how this little thing reacts yet, or I'd let him see it."
Not letting grabby hands touch his misty was a safe thing, he thought. Who knows what sort of danger that could encite? Especially when the little hands gave the ghostling even more provocation to make its little wails. Wendigo noises were not happy things to hear. He was learning this slowly but surely.
"I'm not sure if mine's a girl or boy yet, but I've decided on Wiko," he shrugged. "Sort of neutral, I thought."
Conversation sucks.
"So... what sort of thing is she?" he wondered, biting his lip. "Definitely looks pleasant."
Not sure how it would react? A frown drew along the freckled boys features as he watched the man. "Nic-nic nah worry. I wanna see how it work-work." He grinned as he said it. He'd love to see how it would react, that's what science was about. Cause and effect. Effect was the same as reactions right? Thus if it acted odd it would be all the better.
"Nice to meet you, Nicolai." The feline replied nudging the boys ankle again and casting a look that said 'absolutely not' in his direction. Jeanus wasnt allowed to play with other peoples things, because usually it ended up pulled apart if he could figure out how to do it. "The rule applies to all wands, he said no."
That said he looked up and smiled lightly again. "Ah, I see. That's a nice name, I'm just not sure what's perfect for her yet." How did you name a bunch of smoke afterall, even if it was a bit cute when it tried to play with everyone.
"She's a Gelfling though, apparently only the girls have wings. That's why we assume she's a she." He added, watching the little wisp which seemed to be listening to the conversation rather happily.
Jeanus pouted and let his hands fall back to his sides, but continued to stare at the Wiko thing. So this misty had a name, well it was still a misty, an odd thing. Kind of like the rock was before Laiou came out of it. Da-da had said they worked like the the rock had, but he didn't see akid coming out of this one yet. "Wiko play like misty?"
The little blobling that was Wiko made a shiver, retreating very closely to Nicolai as if frightened by the situation. Of course, this made the air about him deathly chilly and coerced a frown from its guardian. I'm gonna have to wear warmer clothes around this little stink.
"Eh, well..." he shrugged. "I'm sure she'll be gorgeous no matter what sort of name you give her."
He eyed the gelfling ghost, blinking pleasantly at it. No way anything in that pink of a wand, with such a sweet temperament and attentive wandering, could be anything but. If anything, the word "princess" came to mind when he looked upon her. He'd been wrong before, of course, but seldom.
Thoughts like that accomplished, Wiko looked... ghastly. But nevertheless, it was his. And he sort of... well, was starting to get attached.
"I'm almost fearing my little one," he smiled oddly. "Wendigo and all."
Wendigos are... not the happiest beings in existence. Definitely not as happy as a gelfling.
He gave a brief nod to the statement. "Yes, I'm certain that that is true." It wasn't pretty he was so worried about, it was if this new child would be a tyrant who made him fear for his sanity like Arianna, or a wild child. Maybe he finally knew this parenting stuff well enough to keep her a stable child. Ah, wouldn't that be a blessing? Wouldn't that just be peachy.
He knew better than to put too much into hopes. That fine line between giving up on it and counting on it far too much.
The small wisp was far more pleasant to be around than the other obviously, never causing the chilld that the other wand had. If anything it seemed happy to sit back somewhat unnoticed, yet always willing to reach out to anything that offered itself. The delicate thing was likely too friendly for it's own good.
Or something that Raja had thought about at a time. It hadn't been something he dwelled on for long though, giving up on it with the mumble that what would come would come. Ah yes, brushing things aside for the moment was nice sometimes, procrastinate until it's a problem worth looking at. At which point it would be too late. The story of the average parent, right?
Mm, average would be nice. He knew better than anyone else his family was anything but, which was likely why the children caused him such grief and worry. Like Jeanus' unwillingness to take no for an answer. Thankfully he'd apparently resigned himself for now.
"Aren't we all a bit afraid of not knowing?" Not knowing what they'd gotten themselves into and more importantly, not knowing just how much damage the new child could cause. A wand was hard enough to watch, but a child was at least four times as hard. Oh yes. They'd both have their hands full.
"Wiko play like Misty?" The child repeated, crossing his arms in slight annoyance at being ignored. HEre he was trying to be so scientific and do a study and no one cooperrated. What a bother.
Not knowing? Not knowing... true, the uncertainty of the future was humankind's greatest enemy, or to anything sentient for that matter. It was what drove certain manners of people to obsessing and freaky rituals. That fear alone had the power to devastate one's ability to find joy in things.
But Nicolai, of all people, knew that knowing wasn't exactly a peach.
"Meh, suppose so." he lied. Not like he'd get into it here. Not with a... well, three children or child-like things in the area. Risking cranial implosion wasn't in his agenda. This is of course ignoring the fact that once he'd get into that conversation, you'd have to dig both of the people involved back out with a backhoe.
Or he'd be laughed at....
Wiko made a whisper-quiet sound and made a ring around its wand. It seemed its favorite activity was running laps, either around Nicolai or around its wand. It was enough to make him wonder how rambunctious the little wendigo would be upon materializing.
"I suppose it does," Nicolai answered Jeanus with a slightly annoyed frown. Now, if the blob did anything but run marathons and make creepy noises, he'd almost be glad, but for now, he was worried. At least the gelfling had personality.
Raja had never truly learned to stop worrying about what he didn't know. Which was why when the children went off on something questionable, be it a class trip or a mission, the feline could be a spazz. As had been learned by anyone who'd been given the GREAT joy of being Raja's keeper while he spazzed. The man just wasn't fun to be around when he was fretting, or questioning what couldn't be known.
As for knowing? Well he tended to be out of the loop usually, perhaps he'd learn to relax more if he did know the downs of always knowing what was going on. Just maybe.
A faint nod to show he'd heard the reply was given. It was likely for the best that the other parent to-be had decided to hold off on that lovely conversation. Jeanus would have likely come up with some odd new hypotetis(he still didn't say hypothesis right) on how it all worked out. Or try to come up with some clear plan on how to defeat the very existance of the unknown.
Which would have made life a lot less interesting for us all.
Certainly, if Raja had KNOWN he was going to end up with a wand if he'd gone into that shop he would have told Keanu no. But he didn't. Thus various activities led up to this. As much as he hated not knowing, he had to make due with it.
Because life liked to throw odd stuff at you and you could never see it coming.
Jeanus nodded at the reply before seeming to come to his own conclusion about the wands. Simply put, they were all the same. He just needed to get any wand to figure out how it worked. That was it.
When it came to personality, a ghost could only have so much. Not for lack of trying, of course. The little figure had clung to the wand as the others spoke, obviously trying to comprehend whatever was going on. It obviously didn't have any issue with the company, but it didn't have much to say. Or even to try and say. Frankly, all she could do was sit and listen, to accept what was around her. She adored people, but she couldn't really be around them too much yet, not as much as she might have wished anyway. So she simply had to placate herself with watching the other creature float about as the two adults spoke.
Amber eyes glanced down toward the bi-color haired child as he stood with a familiar grin on his face. The grin that never meant any good for anyone, but Jeanus. Whatever the man had said brought something to mind that could only mean ill. Which meant it had to do with the wands again. "Jeanus..." It was mostly a low tone that meant to say anything he was thinking was to be stopped right then, but as usual it didn't work. Great, another thing Raja wished he knew before it could become a problem.
Nicolai took Raja's general silence as an acceptance, though now the swell of awkwardness had taken a cockhold on him. Nothing like a long silence to make a scene impossible to leave. Wiko did another half-revolution around Nicolai. leaving the comfort of the wand briefly to chill up his shoulders.
"Little bugger..." he muttered, doing his best to feign a smile at the wendigo ghost. "Well. I uh..."
His eyes found Jeanus again, in his widely grinning glory, and produced a narrow frown to counter it. Children and grins like that. It never ended well.
"... should... get myself and Wiko home." he grumbled, aware that Wiko had been hiding from the two-toned kid. "It was great meeting you, Raja."
He gave a courteous bow of his head, in the lazy way he was used to, and turned for his chai, more irked that it had surely gone a bit stale from being neglected for the sake of conversation. He sighed quietly at it. Meh.
Yes, silence was always akward. But what was there to talk about? Certainly they couldn't share fun tales of the kids. Well not really it seemed. Oh, he had plenty. Hundreds. The problem was sounding like an egotistic snot if he started babbling like an idiot. Besides, did this guy even want ot hear it? Probably not. It was never good to scare a future parent.
That was the child's job.
He managed an akward smile until the man's eyes drifted down to the troublesome grin. Right, yes that would be the end of that. "Nice meeting you too, Nicolai." One hand lands atop the shorter child's head once harder in a silent urge for him to quit it. Then a few pats to look like it was a gentle gesture.
Still, it seemed to get him trudging back to their own table. Well, not so much trudging as walking away from one of his possible targets. Which didn't leave the boy all too pleased. Another day, he'd find a way another day. Maybe when dad was busy with the twins..? He caught hold of what was left of his now chilled cinnamon bun and frowned. They needed to find a way to keep these things warm even when you got distracted. Oh well, it would still be good.
"Bye bye t you too, Wiko." Came an all too cheery chime from the man as Jeanus retreated to the table they'd been at previously. It was about time to continue the errands anyway.
The small purple hued ghost attempted to wave a hand as if bidding them farewell too, though it was hard to tell just what the smoke was doing. Still, it was the thought that counted.
Turning on his heel he strode back to the table, taking a sip of his coffee as he did. Thankfully flavour wasn't what he cared about with the thing, just the zing to get him going again. After fumbling withhis bag with one hand for a bit he managed to get everything stashed away in it again and snagged what was left of Jeanus' dish to put it on the counter. How nice, it was even labeled.
Then catching one sticky child hand, which he'd been silently praying wouldn't be sugar coated, he started out the door reminding the child of his promise. "Now behave." For once.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 8:55 am
Some ponderings
Yeah, so at work today a fan gave me a pair of rhinestoned gloves. Sparkly furry and black. They're... so me... I hate to admit it, but man, I'm a queen sometimes.
She said the little ghostling made me look like I'd been standing in a snow bank for a few days. Said the gloves ought to help some, at least. Twas a nice gesture.
True. It's hard giving Wiko any love when he makes it feel like I'm petting a damned igloo.
I found a shiny sand dollar necklace on the way home last night... and then got lost... but I made it home and stuff. I'm pretty sure it was manmade now, since I can see that the damned sand dollar part is made of glass or something similar. I don't know what possessed me to actually wear it home but in the process of putting it on I got my friggin clothes all wet.
Le grrrr.
I'm pretty sure I shouldn't walk and try to take makeup off at the same time. That's probably how I got lost. I had to cheat to find my way.
I don't like cheating with a blobling in tow. It's dangerous. I'm convinced Wiko will go flying off its wand while I'm airborne.
I started to, and Wiko just shrieked, so I could only do it in short bursts... it's hard to cradle and comfort something MADE OF VAPOR.
And colder than a friggin witch's titty.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 3:44 pm
And Then There Was Baby.
Nicolai rolled over again. Ouch. Headache. It was sort of residual from the night of loud music and bad makeup. He was tired beyond tired could be. On top of that, the little ghostling was at its old tricks again, wafting above Nicolai's head, chilling up the back of his head. He'd made a good chunk of money on one night, tips included, and he was glad to be able to stay with his little one a lot more that usual, but to get out of the cold little Wiko produced would be lovely enough.
Boredom was the worst part of headaches. He could roll around on his giant bed in his comfy room all he wanted but he would still be crawling the walls in his own mind with nothing to do.
He sighed, reaching down for his journal again. Nothing for it. Headache wasn't going to go away on its own. He began to doodle, little shapes and ideas in the lines on the paper. His mind delved into that labyrinth well; the abstract. He'd been at it for hours before he'd even come up with anything reputable. Satisfied, he peeked up at the little ghostling on its wand before him.
Somehow something wasn't right. The vaporous blob was thin, almost transparent compared to its usual thick fog, and stuck in a solid fetal curl at the end of the braided reed. It looked heavy, as if it was losing its strength to stay afloat. Nicolai sat up and moved closer, looking for the eyespot in the fog that felt like an eye to him, but to no avail.
"...Wiko?" he called gently, grasping the wand. He pulled it closer, drawing the lagging little ghostling with it. It made a small noise, like wind, and moved closer to Nicolai. It appeared more well-limbed than ever, its usual stubby bumps of armage reaching farther than they previously had. On top of that, there were... leg bumps?
Oh man, you're... he thought in awe, petting at the ghostling, amazed at the warmth to it. You're gonna poof on me, aren't you?
As if to answer, the fog began to evanesce again. Worry swept over him. What was going on? The little wendigo was barely there at all... was he possibly going to grow? Or was he disappearing? He could have almost panicked until the ghostling made one last quiet wail, signalling a... strange sensation.
Wiko's usual chill returned, intense enough to darken the world to Nicolai for a moment. He numbed. He slammed his eyes shut and held tight to the ghost, determined not to let anything happen to this little one. Time sped past in a blur before being jerked back into reality by a simple cooing noise.
A coo. Yes. A guttural, shrill, melancholy, playful coo. The icy feel of pretzel-like fingers against his lip snapped him out of his panicked trance. His eyes blinked open at them, little gray stalks of skin and bone prying at his lip as if hoping to find some glorious treasure within them.
His eyes closed again. Oh man. It happened. He turned into a baby.
He looked at the little gray-faced Wiko, meeting a pair of wide, bright yellow eyes instantly. They startled him, shooting a pang of fear through him at sight of them. This was a wendigo. And it was...
.... naked. Male. Naked anyway. Instinctively he grabbed at the blanket in the bassonet by the bed, whipping it into reach to wrap it around the baby. He was... light. Very light. Still very cold, though without the eerie coos from his ghostling stage.
At least, until the wailing began. And did Wiko wail. Yes. He did. He cried loud and hard for a solid five minutes, over the gentle and distressed coddling of the tired Nicolai. Despite the headache, and despite the wailing, he smiled. Wide.
"Hey... shh... Man, you're creepy... Oh, I didn't mean that... shh, Wiko. It's okay."
He took the little bundle of noise with him into the headquarters' kitchen, formula bottle under his chin to maybe calm the storm that was the Wendigo baby.
Oh... Man. Baby. Wiko. BOY. Oh. Wow..... I'm a father..... God I hope I can do this right.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 10:00 pm
Shaken and Stirred
I don't like this already.
My baby is a freak according to everyone here, and I'm pretty sure he is. He's terrifying. What with the beady pupils and the ash skin....
Temperamentally though? I don't know. He doesn't whine incessantly. God he's hungry a lot, but otherwise he's just roses and sunshine. Easily content with a pacifier. He loves me to death, I can tell. He's always watching me, with those huge yellow eyes... just so curious.
You know how taking care of something so small makes you sorta... well. You get it. Sappy new father stuff.
I'm trying not to think about what happened, is it obvious? My room is a bit shaken but cleaning up nicely. Wiko's been a good boy about things.
I feel bad thinking that Danny deserved what happened to her. She'd given Wiko such a nasty look....
I didn't even know the other girl. I'm glad I didn't. It's easier to deal with when you don't know anyone. Suppose... that's why I've kept myself in.
This made me even more scared for Wiko....
I wish I could just take him home to Yyestalla with me. But.... I have a feeling he's needed here... with his kind.
You know. Kids.
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