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 Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 11:55 am
The day was set to be quite pleasant, already the sun was shining brightly down on the city of Amies and it was starting to wake up, people stirred within their houses and the first couple of traders were setting up their stalls in the market. Luckily it was still rather early and Inge could enjoy the peaceful quiet and relax and unwind before the day's work. A simple rod sat next to him, the line swooping down into the water. The morning was often the best time for fishing in Inge's mind. The fish were more relaxed, just like himself, as nobody was trampling around on the pier sending starling vibrations into the water.
Already a neat pile of fish sat next to him. Three or four glistening catches that would probably be cooked for breakfast as they sailed out to open see for the day's haul. He was content with the amount he had so far, but it wouldn't hurt to catch a few more. His father could be quite ravenous in the morning and if he wasn't careful Inge's portion could be quickly snapped up.
The bottle was with him too, on the other side of him so it didn't get fishy. Since his encounter with Aren he hadn't let the little thing out of his site. He was still a little confused by it but he knew now not to fear it and to keep it close - the man at the market was enough proof to show that some people would do anything to get their hands on a couple more gold coins and if that meant stealing an interesting bottle then Inge would have to keep a close eye on it.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 12:24 pm
Bright grey hues looked skywards as the yellow and black haired boy stood in the doorway to his guardian’s home. The gently caress of the breeze fluttered his hair, sending a calm smile on the boys face. He loved being out in the sun, not as much as he loved thunderstorms but those were only nice to watch. Unlike Ashton, he rather be outside then inside the house. His guardian was more nocturnal then anything, but worked most of the time so he slept at funny times of the day.
Today however, he decided to do his guardian a big favor, by going out into the market with the list of things he needed. Having taken Ashton’s wallet, he thought he wouldn’t mind, would save him from going this evening right? Heather had said he was smart enough to figure it all out, and the red head seemed to know everything!
Closing the door behind himself, he jumped the steps and headed towards the market. Swinging his arms a little, he looked all around then looked at his list. There wasn’t much, but Heather had come over the other day and added a few things. Since her husband was away, she had decided to come visit and cook for them every couple nights.
Just as he entered the market, something at the wharf caught his eye, a slight glean in the sunlight. A slight pulse in energy and he stopped in his tracks all together. Changing his direction, he scampered over to the man fishing and peeked at him.
“Hello… Neat bottle you got there!” Ziya chimed in a friendly manner.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 1:30 pm
Inge's hand went instantaneously to the bottle, clasping it tightly as a child skipped over and commented on it. There were small time pick pockets and thieves in the youth of Amies -just like any other major city - and he wasn't going to be foolish enough to trust any old kid that admired it. He glanced up at the boy and examined him. He had cloud grey eyes and a shocking mop of yellow hair; not blonde but definitely yellow, the colour was too vivid to possibly be a natural tone. He looked younger than himself and Inge would've placed his age at around eleven or twelve? But that made no difference. Apparently in the worst areas of Amies there were thieves only six years old.
"Yes, it is rather neat." He replied politely, pulling the bottle into his lap. It started sparking furiously as he did so and Inge wished it would stop - the boy would probably be even more interested now that it was clear that it wasn't an ordinary bottle. It seemed to have an annoying habit of starting it's strange reactions at all the wrong times, he had barely hidden it from his father the other day. His father knew that he had the bottle but not of what it really was.. Inge was still trying to think of an explanation for why they would suddenly gain another family member when the bottle eventually transformed.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 1:51 pm
Seeing how the other reacted, a tiny smile reached his features as he stuck his hands in his pockets. That meant the other had somewhat of an idea on what the bottle was, Ashton hadn’t known it but had been natural protective. However, that meant the other felt threatened by him, which made him a little sad. Perhaps he could enlighten the other; though Ashton always said to keep his origins a secret. But since the other man had a bottle it would be safe right?
“You know…” Ziya started gently, “my guardian was really protective of my bottle too before I was able to come out” he smiled gently. He idly sat down next to him, not worried about if he was invited to do so or not. Sitting cross-legged, he rested his elbows on his ankles then rested his chin in his upturned hands. His unnatural colored hair swept in his face, innocent grey hues staring up at him.
“Best to keep it out of sight… that’s what my Guardian did..”
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 2:45 pm
Inge paused and blinked slowly, his mouth forming a perplexed 'O' shape. "You were a bottle?" He replied inquisitively. He nodded, almost as if in slow motion as he considered what the boy was saying. He was like Aren - a person born from the bottle. No wonder he had strange hair, Aren also had odd features; the blueish skin and the feathery hair. Perhaps, amongst their kind, it was normal to have peculiar traits.
"Thank you for the advice." He added, nodding gratefully. The child had a point, if he simply tucked the bottle away where it couldn't be got at then it would make it a lot safer... But seeing as it was going to become a child - similar to the one before him - he felt he should keep a keen watch on it as he would never forgive himself should the bottle change without him being present.
The rod he had set up sudden twitched and he winced, he appeared to have caught something. "Excuse me for just a second." He took the rod and held it firmly, hand on the reel, winching his catch inwards. He grunted and strained as the fish struggled more violently as he dragged it closer and closer towards him. As the flailing fish broke the surface and was placed flapping wildly onto the pier a smile played across Inge's lips. It was a big fish and would give him all he needed for a hearty breakfast.
Turning back to the boy, mopping his brow as he spoke; "So, is there anything I can help you with? You could have breakfast with my father and I? It's early in the morning and if your off to market - " he glanced at the list in the boy's hand, "I doubt there will be many stalls set up yet. So it won't hurt to stop by." He smiled welcomingly. He could do with a bit of friendly company, his father could be in truly foul moods in the mornings and finding out more information on the bottle could be an added bonus.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 3:22 pm
Ziya couldn’t help but giggle at the others reaction, looking towards the water for a moment with a smile. “Yup, I was though I’m glad I’m out because things are much more interesting out here!” he beamed brightly as he looked back up at the older male. It was pretty neat to run into someone who had a bottle. Perhaps he could make a friend once the child came out of the bottle, and maybe he could be friend with his man! He seemed friendly enough.
Just as he was about to reply the others rod twitched, Ziya’s attention shifting there. He’d never been fishing before but was told it could be quite fun. Crawling onto his hands and knees, he watched the other reel in the fish, watching the water as the line thrashed. Grey eyes went wide as the scaled beast gracefully flipped out of the water and onto the deck. Its silver scales shined in the morning light as it flailed desperately on the deck, his last dancing breaths fluttering with its failing plight.
Tearing his eyes away from the ailing creature, he looked back up at the other and floundered to reply as his mind was on the fish. “Um…” Ziya started then he chewed his lip gently. It wasn’t his place to question what the other would do with the fish, hopefully eat it was the plan. “I just came over cause I felt your bottle… sounds weird but yeah”
His eyes brightened at the offer of breakfast, since the little electric child hadn’t eaten yet. “Oh I’d love too! I haven’t had breakfast yet… I accidentally short circuited our Toaster so I couldn’t make anything” he flushed a little at his mistake. Looking back at his list, he then lifted his head to look around at the market, seeing there weren’t many stall out yet. “Ashton won’t mind! I left him a note and everything!”
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 3:54 am
Grinning Inge took his catch and his bottle and stood up. "You short circuited your toaster? How'd you manage that?" He laughed, strolling in the direction of his boat-home, assuming the young lad would follow. He considered what they could do with the fish for breakfast. He knew from experience that they could be quite tasty when fried... Adding a little sea salt and lemon they would be delicious. Maybe not the average breakfast, but still filling and hopefully the other boy would enjoy it.
He was quite amused by the boy's eagerness. Leaving his father a note and doing the shopping for him was a nice thing to do. He thought forward to when his bottle would 'hatch' into a kid and he hoped that the child that came from the rusty bottle would be just as pleasant as the boy in front of him.
He paused as they reached the end of the pier and where his boat was moored. He hadn't asked the boys name... "Sorry, I don't think I asked what you were called. I'm Inge by the way."
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 4:50 pm
Climbing to his feet, Ziya moved to follow the other male, wondering if they were going straight to his house. “ I don’t know! I was plugging it in and my hand brushed the outlet and BAM!” He clapped his hands to accent his story. “ Boom, there was black smoke and stuff…” he frowned a little. He didn’t know what he had done wrong. Ashton usually left things plugged in unless he was going out for a long time. “But what’s cool is I can hold a light bulb and it will light up! Just from me holding it, cool neh?” he grinned excitedly.
Stopping when the other stopped, he looked up at him and grinned brightly. “Nice to meet you Inge! My names Ziya!”
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 9:25 am
Ziya seemed a nice boy but Inge supposed that his inherent skills would become rather annoying if every electrical appliance became a danger hazard around him.. But he seemed quite happy with his achievements, judging by his hand clapping and grinning, and so it was only polite for Inge to return his enthusiasm with a smile of encouragement. However, inside his head he was hoping against hopes that his own dust child wouldn't have possibly dangerous skills.. And also that Ziya could keep his own skills under control whilst in the boat. He wasn't too keen on being electrocuted by any device that Ziya could accidentally break.
"Nice to meet you Ziya. You must have an essence to do with electricity then. To be able to generate enough to light a light bulb without even thinking about it?" He examined the boy again, particulally the vibrant yellow hair. The child did look as though he was indeed bursting with energy. "My own bottle here has the essence of rust.. It has the unusual tendency to turn metal around it rusty." he explained, showing the bottle to him. Allowing the dust a better look at it.
"Aren seemed to be able to tell the nature of my bottle... Can any dist do that? Or is it a skill unique to him?" He was curious to what Aren had meant by saying his dust could be a handful. Perhaps this other dust could elaborate.
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