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 Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 12:04 am
((GRRR, I had this ready to post two days ago, but then the guilds went down... Oh well, here I go trying again! If you'd rather not RP anything, just don't reply, I'll post the gifts up tomorrow.))
As Emperial marched up to her next stop, only one thought occupied her mind.
Please, please let nothing go wrong.
But with the nipping on her ear which indicated the presence of Fifth, there was really no avoiding it. Why, oh why did it have to be Silva? She didn't really know Silva personally, but it was impossible to not know -of- Silva. He had a reputation. Precisely the sort of thing she was hoping to avoid with Fifth.
"HELLOOO," went Fifth, shouting into her ear. "Why are you just standing here? Ring the doorbell or knock or whatever."
"Don't bother her," snapped Simon in reply. The elder feien was curled against the back of Emperial's neck, half-napping. His errand was done and he could relax. Not so Emperial.
Now that she thought about it, Emperial realized it might have been better to do Fifth's gift delivery first, but now it was too late. "I'm going," she muttered, lifting her gloved hand to the door and causing a noise she hoped would find the residents of this household in a good mood.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 6:49 am
"Dammit, woman, get the door." Silva muttered, glaring at Ice who was still half asleep. He shoved himself into the air dropping down on top of her sleeping body and glared at her as her eyes slowly cracked open.
"Wha for?" Ice asked, not looking anywhere close to moving.
"Because the damn knocking scared off my prey." He replied. His toothpick showed his irritation with that fact as he chewed on it. And his arms were crossed over his chest, a sure sign he wasn't happy.
"You can hunt it later. Not like whatever it is is goin anywhere." Ice muttered, reluctantly shoving herself to her feet and grabbing a pair of jeans from off the floor. She almost fell over while trying to put them on, making Silva roll his eyes.
"And get a move on it, would you?" He called, not because he cared about the people waiting, but because watching Ice stumble around in the morning was entertaining.
"Morning breath." Ice muttered, making a face and heading for the bathroom.
"She's been wearing those pants for three days and she's worried bout morning breath?" Nick asked blankly.
Silva bit back a laugh, looking away until the urge left him. Then he followed, watching as she finally made it to the front door, wincing as the light hit her eyes.
"'Lo? What can I do you for?" Ice asked, looking at the trio at the door with one eye closed. She wasn't big on early morning... or light in general, to be honest... ((Early meaning anything before noon, that is))
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 7:36 am
Emperial just put on her holiday smile. "Hello, I've got a bit of a delivery for Silva," she said. If she could have moved to block the light from Ice's eyes, she would have, but her five-foot-one-and-a-half inch form was not so greatly enhanced by her boots and coat to where such a thing was possible. (And how she clung to that tiny half inch with every ounce of her short being.)
From underneath Em's hood, Fifth eyed the woman with considerable disdain but held his tongue. By some stroke of luck he had not chanced upon the considerable reputation of Silva and did not know why he detected the tiniest bit of trepidation in Emperial's voice. It was the same sort of trepidation she sometimes displayed when in bed with his bond Kabuto.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 7:51 am
"Silva! Babe, it's for you." Ice said, turning. She didn't even think about how the word "Babe" might affect the people at the door. She was too busy glaring at Silva, who had taken over the channel changer and was flipping on the TV. "Dammit, Silva I thought we blocked that channel!"
She turned briefly, giving Emperial and the others a wide smile. "Why don't you come in... er..." She turned, nodding as the TV flipped off, then turning back to them. "He's a bit... tempermental this morning, don't mind him."
Silva snorted at her word choice, turning to watch and see who the hell had the guts to deliver something to him that actually knew his name. Might be his chain, but the brat that had it couldn't speak... He leaned back on the Lay-Z-Boy armrest, crossing his legs and resituating his toothpick. They could come to him.
"Babe--"
"I heard you the first time, Woman." He replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 8:06 am
"We won't take long," Emperial promised, keeping to the center of the room so she was not in danger of inadvertantly knocking things over. She looked ridiculous standing there in a hooded goose feather coat with boots and gloves on. She stuck one gloved hand into her rucksack and pulled out a gift bag.
For a gift bag, it was smell, but you could easily stuff two feien into it, four if they were juveniles. Emperial had considered this very point when buying it. The bag was red and covered in a scene depicting candles and holly. Given how last-minute her shopping had been, this was the most tasteful bag available. All the others were plastered with large jolly santas, reindeer, and cross-bearing angels. The contents of the bag were obscured by several sheets of crinkled yellow tissue paper.
As she held the bag out, the juvenile feien by her ear sang out, "Happy Chrismahanukwanzakah to youuu!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 8:13 am
Silva blinked, then choked, and looked away, letting a slight smirk cross his face as his eyes fell on the feien on her shoulder. "Hell, I shoulda known. It's the number boy... Sixth or something."
"Oh! It's your secret Santa!" Ice said, grinning. "I told you this would happen! But... you know him?"
"I'll tell you later." Silva muttered, shoving himself to his feet and watching Em with a slightly predatorial look. (Which is really hard to pull off if you're only four inches tall, you know.) "What is it?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 8:42 am
Fifth sniffed at Silva and waved his hand lightly. "I give to you great gifts, that you may endure a happy new year, or perhaps an unfortunate event." He fell back in the hood, languishing dramatically.
"Happy Holidays," said Em, and placed the gift bag on the nearest table. Then she pulled out a second gift bag, a more normal size this time, which gave a muffled clink. This bag was green with a lavish Christmas tree on either side. "The smaller one comes first," she offered, sounding vaguely apologetic, as the entire reason for two bags was her poor planning in buying the bags first and the presents after.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 8:54 am
"An unfortunate event, huh? You been making plans?" Silva asked, looking back at the other juvenile.
"Silva!" Ice said, sounding torn between shock and amusement. "That's not how you talk to someone giving you gifts!"
Silva just snorted, turning back to the bags the woman was unloading with a curious (If faintly sinister) air.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 9:01 am
Fifth just grinned and tickled Emperial's ear with his feet, humming merrily to himself at his good fortune. If he wanted to make plans, he now could, with far greater accuracy than ever before.
"Right, well, we'll just be going," said Emperial, happy to finally have an empty rucksack. She made a shuffling step backwards towards the door.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 9:10 am
"I'll show you to the door!" Ice said, jumping to her feet as Silva finally approached the bag, pulling the smaller one over and looking in before walking into it. Ice was happy, actually. Silva had been reasonably hospitable... for him, that was.
Silva, on the other hand, was cursing the fact that Fifth now knew his name, even as he shoved his way through tissue paper. Then he snorted, pulling off his chain and cutting through the paper with a wicked sounding "SCHLICK!" The tissue was shoved out of the bag as a whole the next second.
"He's really a nice guy... um... deep... deep... deep down." Ice said quietly. "Did I mention the word 'Deep?'"
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 9:50 am
"Aren't they all?" mused Emperial, bobbing her head. "Well, um, happy holidays, again!" "Byeee," crooned Fifth, winking at Ice. At the top of the mess of tissue paper was a card, red with holly to match the gift bag. A very small space for a human, but for a clever feien, enough room for an essay, which is apparently what the writer did. A tiny, neat hand TO SILVA Even though you do not know me, nor I you, I assure your gifts are in the finest taste and quality. I have purchased for you only things which I have additionally gotten for myself, so you must enjoy them, because I do. This is a small keychain with a bear head which is useful for bashing people over the head. The tiny bear can inflict much damage when swung. Or I suppose you could use it for your keys, if head-bashing is not precisely your "cup of tea." This is candy from Japan which is a) an unpleasant green color which I am told indicates tea and is more delectable on the tongue than on the eyes, b) a brown color roughly the shade of dung, but you may identify it as chocolate by the taste, and c) pink with spikes, some form of strawberry which even the shopkeeper was at a loss to make clear, so you will have to tell me what it is like. These are several bottles with printed emblems. One has on it a bomb, another a candy cane as befits the season, and the third a head with pink wings, which is supposed to indicate a fairy, but clearly the bottle's creators have never seen a fairy. If you follow by the pictures on the bottle, you must put explosives in the first, candy canes in the second, and yourself in the third. I will join you if you become frightened or require aid. Alternately, you can put anything in them that you like. I recommend putting your candy canes in the one marked bombs, your bombs in the one marked candy canes, and yourself in the fairy bottle. The last item is a charm which I was impressed upon to include. The charm is pink, because as we are fairies, we must love pink, or so I have been told. Lastly, I give you my most precious possession: my chocolate body paint. This is for causing skin to be tasty and encouraging, as the container says, sensual contact. I am only giving you half, for it is a treasure among treasures, but I am giving you the container for your ease of use. If you have any questions about the many uses of this marvelous material, I am happy to assist in any way necessary, particularly if you are hot. At the end of the letter, I am supposed to put some sort of seasonal greeting. Sincerely, (a name has been crossed out here several times so the letters are completely obscured)Your VERY SECRET Santa In the smaller bag:  In the larger:
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 9:58 am
Silva snorted after reading the letter, then picked up the pink charm and headed out of the bag, leaving the other things to be gathered later. "Who the hell told you feiens had to like pink?" He asked, looking at the charm, then tossing it across the room into the trash. He made a mental note to keep Nick and Nack away from the chocolate body syrup. It would come in handy sooner or later.
Then he turned to the larger bag, pulling it over with ease before using his chain to clear his way again.
Ice just grinned, waving back. "Byeee." She replied, finding the feien amusing. But heck, considering the fact she thought Silva was hysterical it shouldn't have been that big a surprise.
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