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 Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 5:10 pm
Babushka Fluffybottom 1.1.0 hadn't seen her uncle Revelin in well over a month. Aside from her pondering -had he gotten lost? killed? left for good?- she couldn't find herself caring or missing him. Along with his aunt Dahlia, he had raised her from a baby. He had been the one to show her the world. But when he just up and disappeared, she couldn't squeeze an inch of emotion for it. Not only could she not, but she had come to realize a certain reluctance he held for spending time with her. The degree of it varied every time, but it had been doubtlessly there. He thought he was so clever hiding it that it was easy to confirm her theory early in. It was not unlikely that he never planned to see her again, now that she was older. Then, out of the blue, he was there again.
He came to her tousled and rough from wherever he had been. He had her help him brush his hair out straight and smooth again, and sent her to fetch the disinfectant for the cuts on his body and the pads of his paws. Uncle Revelin was not kind to himself very often. Not a word of mention slipped out of her as she helped him tidy himself up, merely information about what she had been doing while he was gone. She didn't even know if he was listening, but he did nod every now and then. And when they were finished, he told her that they were going to go see her mother.
Revelin hadn't seen his silver-haired sister since the last time he'd brought Babushka over a few times as a teen to show her that she was still alive in his care. Never when Deadpool was there. After that, he was gone. His poor, poor, sister... she probably didn't know how hard of a blow she'd delivered to him when she placed that little crimson egg in his care. She never was the brightest of the siblings, much as he had loved her, and she had the problems of an empty husk to boot. After a while, he realized bitterly that his message by absence might not have reached her at all. He didn't know what was worse. Of course, he had the Skarecrow keep an eye and ear out about what was going on. The walking corpse usually found out any information he was looking for one way or the other. If his word could be trusted, Bryna had had yet another litter of kits while he was out. He seethed. That b*****d; that cocky, dim-witted b*****d.
Babushka decided it might be an intriguing experience. She was never one to disobey Revelin, but she didn't always have to be agreeable with him. Her mother had never been a dominant force in her life, and so there was some sort of mystery to her name and her idea. Her father was almost completely unknown to her, though she had heard quite a lot. She waited on the step behind Revelin at the Place, watching as he went onto his hind legs and pressed the bell. She did her best to make her features eager. He simply sat, and she could hear him gnashing his teeth. Nervous, maybe? She needed more evidence.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 8:00 pm
It had been a long time indeed since Bryna had enjoyed her brother's company. Most of the time it wasn't really an issue, but once in a while... Well, there were few people she actually cared about on an actual emotional level, and Revelin was one of them. Every once in a while, during those fleeting moments of feeling, she did miss him. And badly. But Revelin was also one of the few people who could actually hide from Bryn when he chose.
It didn't take long after the doorbell rang before the door was answered, predictably, by Bryna. Revelin was here! And he'd brought Babs! But what started as Bryna's typical happy greeting of her brother faded rather quickly into a sort of flat blankness as she took in the little cues in his body language that told her that he was not happy at the moment. She didn't understand, and she didn't know what sort of reaction to give. So she drifted backward, floating a bit above the floor and dragging the door open with her. "Hi Revvy... Hi Babs!"
She closed the door after they were inside and gave Babs a mini-hug. She knew Babs didn't feel a thing... but Bryna still cared about all her children in her peculiar way, and every once in a while she tried to express that. It just didn't always work very well. She nibbled a bit at Revelin's ear as she always did when she saw him... though she didn't do it quite as enthusiastically as usual, and rather quickly floated part of the way across the front room to where a chessboard was set up... with what appeared to be jellybeans instead of the traditional pieces. Another kitsu drifted just to one side of the board; if the bodysuit and the floating didn't blatantly declare that this was one of Bryna and Deadpool's offspring, Bryn quickly dispelled those doubts. "War~ This is your uncle Revelin! And your big sister Babushka." She positively beamed. Bryn liked having lots of family in one place.
War examined the newcomers silently from behind her mask, but the energetic, silly, and/or erratic behavior of many of her siblings was utterly lacking from her posture. As nonchalant as her lounging in the air might seem, every movement was calculated, as was every detail she could discern about the two familial strangers before her. War "Elegy" Wilson had her own brand of the family madness, yes, but hers was the sort that stabbed you in the dark when you weren't expecting it if you crossed her. "Greetings Babushka. Uncle. You may address me as War or Elegy, as you prefer."
Bryna watched for a moment longer before shrugging. War never was much of one to make do with small talk. "So... how have you two been? I haven't seen either of you in quite a while."
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