Contains: Hero, Rinter, Faharae
Release those babies, baby!
Rinter sighed, looking side to side as he came into the playroom per usual. No Selior, no Muse.. just him.. him and the rat.
Rat in reference was Faharae, the infant Inspired that had been 'entrusted' to Rinter as a caretaker. He held her by an ankle upside down.
He walked to the stage, walked up it and plopped the child down in the middle. It was perfect, he thought. Someone would find her soon and *they* would be forced to take care of her from then on, while he observed from a safe distance. That was when he noticed a mask resting casually beside the bottom of the pedestal.
Immidiently he thougt it a ploy, a test by one of the others. He began to walk away. But the baby, looking quite red (despite havign generally green skin in the first place) crawled to the mask and began promptly drooling on it.
Rinter hissed, huried back over and picked the thing away.. and eventualyl, his curiousity got the best of him. Setting the mask on the pedestal, he watched expectantly and rembled only to shortly release the young greek woman, Hero.
Hero looked around questioningly. She questioned where she was. She questioned why she was on a pedestal. She question why there was a strange man, whom she did not recognise, staring at her. "This is not my boat," she stated... rather forcefully at that. Speaking outside of lines and ques was difficult for her.
"Salion! Anchor! Anchor!" she shouted... and then fell off the pedestal- Grace was obviously not her middle name. This is how she'd always acted, or so she assumed. Spaztic and slightly off from the rest of the crowd. She couldn't be too sure. She shook her head. "What was that?" she laughed. Hero wiped her hand over her face and took a deep breath. "Let's try that one again," she frowned. "Who in the name of Zues are you?" She was very articulate, and had no accent, but it was obvious that she had been a very poor actress at one time.
Rinter stared quite blankly at the scene before him. He slowly lifted one hand up to his chin and rubbed it slightly, an eyebrow raising ever so slightly.
"How.. odd.." He began, watching as she fell. His other eyebrow raised. "Whats this zeus? Let me think.." He closed his eyes and ran through his research of the planet's history. "Ah, so you are from a greek play, are you not? Suppose that will be fairly interesting.." He said, sounding somewhat nervous.
"Now.. uhm.. I.. Well .. I suppose you have questions.." Rinter began, sounding quite uncomfortable.
The baby, now somewhere around the woman's feet, quite pointedly began making disapproving faces at her.
Hero looked down at the baby. "The child is cursed!" she shouted, scrambling back onto the pedistal. "Send it to Hades!" Believe it or not, those were actually lines from the play, though the situation was quite different. She stared at the strange man from head to toe.
"Yes," she strained to say, "I have many questions... Starting with where I am and where my boat is." She continually eyed the child, making childish faces at it and constantly wondering if the child was actually green, or if that was just her.
The baby stared at the greek woman, looking ticked off. She quickly began crawling tword her, looking quite devious.
Rinter shook his head, "Your boat is in your imagination. None of your life was real.. infact, you probably aren't even real. But for that matter, neither am I... you are a character in a play, come to life. Didn't I say that already?" He shook his head, looking annoyed. "Hey! Don't talk to my rat that way!" he suddenly piped in, defensively.
"No as a matter of fact, you didn't say that yet." She got down from the pedistal once more and peered into the face of the so called "rat," trying to grasp at its origions.
"This is so strange..." she said, not referring to the child. "How are we imaginary?" When she thought it over she didn't actually remember a whole lot of her history. All she knew was what was in the scripts. "What do you come from then?"
Rinter's eyebrow arched, "Where do I come from? My, you seem to be getting over that little 'shock' quickly." He said, almost sounding impressed. "I suppose it is much less to do with your superiority as it has to do with the rather..unfortunate luck I've been having in intellectual worth of companions as of late. But I digress. I come from a world.. .. very different from this current one. 'Future' as some of you call it, but I doubt it. I was born on another planet and have visited many other planets.. met aliens, built ships that fly in space.." He trailed off. By then, the very tall and very thin man's chest was puffed out to an extraordinary level. He was obviously quite proud of himself.
Upon arriving close to the woman, the small baby went to grab at her sandles, trying to pull them off.
"I'm inquisitive by nature," she smiled. Suddenly she felt the baby tugging at her sandals. "Oh, good Gods, child!" She untied one of the sandals and tossed it down next to it. "Just have it!" She rolled her eyes and sighed. Either this man was absolutely out of his mind... or Hero herself had gone crazy. She wasn't sure just which now. "So there are others like us then?"
"Yes.." Rinter said, shaking his head, "Quite a few, actually. Let's see, theres the two princes, the big hair Jezebel, the snake girl, Selior. Er, watch out for Selior.. self proclaimed 'king' of this mansion and he's a werewolf. Muse, she's mute, nothing else special or worth noting about her.. Hm, theres that girl Stats, and of course Arisia. Never go around Arisia. The crying boy but I haven't seen him around much, perhaps he fianlly suceeded in killing himself? That freakish egyptian woman, Cornelius, the one eyed druid man.. the little blonde who doesn't talk to anyone else but the one eyed druid man... now, I know I'm forgetting some.."
He pursed his lips and looked somewhat annoyed at his lack of further names. The baby stared at the sandle for a moment as if thinkign about her options before gleefully picking the sandle up and waddling away with it, happily slobbering on the sole.
Hero smirked. "Quite a housefull." She direly wanted her sandal back, but there was nothing she could do about that. The child had already drooled on it. For some reason she didn't want it now. That was, supposedly, the prima donna actress coming out in her. Hero herself would never care if the shoe was wet, dry, slobbered on, or ripped to shreds, she would wear it anyway.
"Mmm..." she frowned. Something was confusing her.
The baby had no intention of giving the sandal back...ever.
Rinter pursed his lips to the side, observing the greek woman curiously. "Indeed? So what do you wish to do about it now? .. If I must, I can assist in finding you a bedroom to stay in. You can of course brave it in the cruel outside world aswell, but as you probably don't have your groundings yet.."
Could it be that Rinter had taken a liking to the woman?! That he had found someone not worthy of his usual barrage of insults?! .. Ah, probably not in the long run, but for now atleast!
Rat in reference was Faharae, the infant Inspired that had been 'entrusted' to Rinter as a caretaker. He held her by an ankle upside down.
He walked to the stage, walked up it and plopped the child down in the middle. It was perfect, he thought. Someone would find her soon and *they* would be forced to take care of her from then on, while he observed from a safe distance. That was when he noticed a mask resting casually beside the bottom of the pedestal.
Immidiently he thougt it a ploy, a test by one of the others. He began to walk away. But the baby, looking quite red (despite havign generally green skin in the first place) crawled to the mask and began promptly drooling on it.
Rinter hissed, huried back over and picked the thing away.. and eventualyl, his curiousity got the best of him. Setting the mask on the pedestal, he watched expectantly and rembled only to shortly release the young greek woman, Hero.
Hero looked around questioningly. She questioned where she was. She questioned why she was on a pedestal. She question why there was a strange man, whom she did not recognise, staring at her. "This is not my boat," she stated... rather forcefully at that. Speaking outside of lines and ques was difficult for her.
"Salion! Anchor! Anchor!" she shouted... and then fell off the pedestal- Grace was obviously not her middle name. This is how she'd always acted, or so she assumed. Spaztic and slightly off from the rest of the crowd. She couldn't be too sure. She shook her head. "What was that?" she laughed. Hero wiped her hand over her face and took a deep breath. "Let's try that one again," she frowned. "Who in the name of Zues are you?" She was very articulate, and had no accent, but it was obvious that she had been a very poor actress at one time.
Rinter stared quite blankly at the scene before him. He slowly lifted one hand up to his chin and rubbed it slightly, an eyebrow raising ever so slightly.
"How.. odd.." He began, watching as she fell. His other eyebrow raised. "Whats this zeus? Let me think.." He closed his eyes and ran through his research of the planet's history. "Ah, so you are from a greek play, are you not? Suppose that will be fairly interesting.." He said, sounding somewhat nervous.
"Now.. uhm.. I.. Well .. I suppose you have questions.." Rinter began, sounding quite uncomfortable.
The baby, now somewhere around the woman's feet, quite pointedly began making disapproving faces at her.
Hero looked down at the baby. "The child is cursed!" she shouted, scrambling back onto the pedistal. "Send it to Hades!" Believe it or not, those were actually lines from the play, though the situation was quite different. She stared at the strange man from head to toe.
"Yes," she strained to say, "I have many questions... Starting with where I am and where my boat is." She continually eyed the child, making childish faces at it and constantly wondering if the child was actually green, or if that was just her.
The baby stared at the greek woman, looking ticked off. She quickly began crawling tword her, looking quite devious.
Rinter shook his head, "Your boat is in your imagination. None of your life was real.. infact, you probably aren't even real. But for that matter, neither am I... you are a character in a play, come to life. Didn't I say that already?" He shook his head, looking annoyed. "Hey! Don't talk to my rat that way!" he suddenly piped in, defensively.
"No as a matter of fact, you didn't say that yet." She got down from the pedistal once more and peered into the face of the so called "rat," trying to grasp at its origions.
"This is so strange..." she said, not referring to the child. "How are we imaginary?" When she thought it over she didn't actually remember a whole lot of her history. All she knew was what was in the scripts. "What do you come from then?"
Rinter's eyebrow arched, "Where do I come from? My, you seem to be getting over that little 'shock' quickly." He said, almost sounding impressed. "I suppose it is much less to do with your superiority as it has to do with the rather..unfortunate luck I've been having in intellectual worth of companions as of late. But I digress. I come from a world.. .. very different from this current one. 'Future' as some of you call it, but I doubt it. I was born on another planet and have visited many other planets.. met aliens, built ships that fly in space.." He trailed off. By then, the very tall and very thin man's chest was puffed out to an extraordinary level. He was obviously quite proud of himself.
Upon arriving close to the woman, the small baby went to grab at her sandles, trying to pull them off.
"I'm inquisitive by nature," she smiled. Suddenly she felt the baby tugging at her sandals. "Oh, good Gods, child!" She untied one of the sandals and tossed it down next to it. "Just have it!" She rolled her eyes and sighed. Either this man was absolutely out of his mind... or Hero herself had gone crazy. She wasn't sure just which now. "So there are others like us then?"
"Yes.." Rinter said, shaking his head, "Quite a few, actually. Let's see, theres the two princes, the big hair Jezebel, the snake girl, Selior. Er, watch out for Selior.. self proclaimed 'king' of this mansion and he's a werewolf. Muse, she's mute, nothing else special or worth noting about her.. Hm, theres that girl Stats, and of course Arisia. Never go around Arisia. The crying boy but I haven't seen him around much, perhaps he fianlly suceeded in killing himself? That freakish egyptian woman, Cornelius, the one eyed druid man.. the little blonde who doesn't talk to anyone else but the one eyed druid man... now, I know I'm forgetting some.."
He pursed his lips and looked somewhat annoyed at his lack of further names. The baby stared at the sandle for a moment as if thinkign about her options before gleefully picking the sandle up and waddling away with it, happily slobbering on the sole.
Hero smirked. "Quite a housefull." She direly wanted her sandal back, but there was nothing she could do about that. The child had already drooled on it. For some reason she didn't want it now. That was, supposedly, the prima donna actress coming out in her. Hero herself would never care if the shoe was wet, dry, slobbered on, or ripped to shreds, she would wear it anyway.
"Mmm..." she frowned. Something was confusing her.
The baby had no intention of giving the sandal back...ever.
Rinter pursed his lips to the side, observing the greek woman curiously. "Indeed? So what do you wish to do about it now? .. If I must, I can assist in finding you a bedroom to stay in. You can of course brave it in the cruel outside world aswell, but as you probably don't have your groundings yet.."
Could it be that Rinter had taken a liking to the woman?! That he had found someone not worthy of his usual barrage of insults?! .. Ah, probably not in the long run, but for now atleast!
