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 Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 12:45 pm
Who: Anastacia, Jezabroux, Luka, and Zeke
When: Sunday Afternoon
Where: Lab 305
Weather: Overcast and muggy outside, refreshingly cool inside
"Muggy, cloudy all day, seventy-five percent chance of rain...Bleh." Zeke looked to his ward, the Raevan perched on the couch in the lobby with her ever-continuous knitting in progress before her. She wasn't looking at him outright but her head was turned on a slight angle so two of her navy blue spider eyes were turned in Zeke's direction. Four months old now and she quickly had learned that he still considered this 'paying attention' even if she didn't have all six eyes on him and for her that was good. She needed to focus on this if she wanted to get any better. "It's just going to be a 'bleh' day today."
Like usual, the veterinarian got no reply from his ward - vocal or otherwise. Though the first times were attributed to simply being young, now that she was a bit older and had displayed the ability as well as the words, he had figured she just wasn't a talker like he was. He could respect that, but it still left Zeke feeling a bit disheartened about it. Sort of like living with a ghost. A ghost with spines. He sighed and let the Frei work, closing out of the weather channel's website in the process and taking a quick glance at the time. It was nearly three PM and by the message he found this morning when he came in for his shift, he should be expecting a new guardian to come by and pick up their Raevan. Alex's note happily told him she had called the man this morning and that the Raevan was one made exclusively by Kyou rather than picked and chosen by the newest human arrival. This fact intrigued Zeke but then again it was probably commonplace. Dr. Kyou generally picked the Essences that went out to the chosen few, so why not the soul as well? He probably had tons of ideas of perfect souls for Essences or vice versa, and this one was no exception.
'The Raevan will be in the third office on the left.' Zeke read that line again for the hundreth or so time, but this time it wasn't to memorize it. Once more he looked over to Anastacia, finding the Frei completely into her newest practice project since the freak storm ruined her last one - needles moving with that still amateurish clumsiness, but with decidedly more speed and fervor than she had had when she first picked the hobby up from his mother. It wasn't the hobby he was focusing on though; it was the fact she was in the lobby with him. Talking to Zul, Zeke had found the demon had taken a liking and truly a pride in going into the waiting rooms and greeting the newborns.
"Hey Anya," Unbeknown to Zeke, a small crease appeared between the Frei's brows when she was talked to. She greatly disliked being interrupted and...Dammit she lost a loop again! Dejectedly and with tenseness she turned her head, a glimmer of one lavender eye focusing on the man the span of a door way away. Again with the smiling too! "Wouldn't you like to go see the new Raevan?" Anya wasn't sociable like Zul though but...There was sort of an honor and a tradition there wasn't there? Maybe she'd be willing for that.
"No." Or maybe not. She immediately turned her head back as though the conversation was over, leaving Zeke feeling like he had been slapped across the cheek. He blinked as though he was dazed and gave his head a toss, and that helped enough to make him stammer out some words.
"N-No? But...But why not?" Anya didn't even shrug, using her silence as an "isn't it obvious? You should know by now!" reasoning. "It's sort of an honor Anya; you'd be the first to see the newborn and I'm sure he'd like some company." No reply, but she did turn her head again to give him half of a full 'no means no, so knock it off' look. Her crown flared out and by the way she shook out her task at hand, she was making it clear what was holding her interest and would continue to do so, newborn or not.
If he thinks it needs company so badly, he can walk down there himself.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 1:41 pm
A sleek silver Telsa pulled up to parking lot of what was once a dome shaped building. Shutting the engine off, for once, Jezabroux was not putting on a pair of dark sunglasses as he stepped out of his car. Instead, he tucked it into the neck of his shirt as he stepped out of his car. Shutting the door behind him, he took a moment to take in the architecture of the building and all he could think of was that it was unique, not what he had expected.
In fact, him just standing here was odd in itself. If nothing short of unexpected. True, he had filled out the application that had arrived in the mail but never in his wildest dreams would he have expected to receive a call from Lab 305 in less than a week detailing his acceptance an a pickup for his new charge.
Pulling at the hem of his shirt to pull out the winkles, he checked his reflection in the double glass doors of the Lab's main entrance. All this humidity was screwing around with his hair but aside from that, he looked nothing short of impeccable. He was dressed in his usual slew of grey slacks, white button-up and his hair was tied up neatly in a ponytail. He pulled open the door and was met by a gust of cool air, a nice contrast to the hot, muggy air outside. First thing inside, Jezabroux squinted against the harsh lights and immediately reached for his sunglasses. Ocular conditions were the worst. Pushing the darkly tinted lenses higher up the ridge of his nose, he stared at the interior of the building. White. That same sterile hospital white.
He spotted and approached the receptionist's desk slowly. Sitting behind the desk was a young man sporting vivid lime green streaks in black hair. Certainly not what he was expecting in such a professional setting but the young man must of had quite the redeeming qualities if he was here. Who was he to judge based on appearances? "Hello, are you by any chance Mr. Zeke Farris?" He gave the receptionist a gentle smile before holding out his hand to introduce himself. "Jezabroux Elai Ferenan, I received a call from Lab 305 this morning saying a pickup was in order. The caller was a woman, I believe. She said the newborn was ready to go and there would be some necessary paperwork to finalize it all."
He looked over and raised an eyebrow when he spotted the lavender and black Raevan sitting on the couch. She appeared to be quite engrossed in whatever she was doing. "Is she your charge?" He inquired, following the sharp lines of her wings. "She's rather... breathtaking." And looked nothing short of dangerous to boot.
Down the hallway and in the third office to the left, a certain newborn tilted his head as he caught the soft echos of a new voice. It was deeper than the ones he had heard before. Golden orbs flashed with curiosity towards the door in the area the voice had come from and a pale hand curled around the doorknob. Looking around the office, he flared out his wings before tucking them behind his back again and turned the knob with a click.
He had sat around in here all morning and now he wanted something else to do. Something new to touch and feel. He floated out the room and stood in the hallway unsure of which direction to go in. Then, hearing the soft clicks of Anya's knitting needles coming together, he slowly turned his head in the direction of the noise and floated towards the lobby. It was more attractive than the whirring sounds that came from the opposite direction of the hall.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 12:14 pm
Zeke gave another sigh and slumped in his chair and against the desk before him, eyes still on his ward. She was so...Unsociable. She spoke (sometimes) when spoken to first, but that was about it. She wouldn't start a conversation unless she wanted something. It was something he thought would have cleared up after a week or two after taking her home from the Lab - some trait made from being a newborn and unsure of the new world around her - but it had stuck. It seemed to be something that had only rooted in deeper after what had happened at the beach party. He still tried, much to his charge's agitation and he didn't love her any less because of it either. She was his child, no matter what and no matter how 'night and day' they were.
The veterinarian's posture didn't remain as it was as out of the corner of his eye he saw someone passing by the Lab's windows and peer into the doors. The purple and green haired man didn't think much of it - plenty of people paused in front of the white building to gawk and wonder after all - but he did sit up proper as the man outside pushed open the doors and let himself in, and Zeke's brows lofted as said man strode right up to his desk without a hint of hesitation. Well well!
"I am indeed," Zeke said with a smile lighting up his features though there was still quite a bit of surprise at the sudden engagement in there too. He stood up and took the hand offered, giving the man attached to it a firm handshake in greeting. A light of knowing lit up his face as Jezabroux went on to explain, and the raver gave a nod to confirm this fact. "Ah, right right! We've been expecting you!" He dropped the other man's hand after a proper moment, reaching down to tap the forms he had at the ready since he arrived at work this morning. Said necessary paperwork, ready and waiting for signing. "And you're exactly right. There's some papers you have to sign - legal stuff really - so let me get that for you..." He trailed off as he flipped open the file.
As Zeke did that, Anastacia kept with her hobby. Her line of navy blue eyes on her brow had seen the man come in and were still focused on him while the lavender pair focused on her work. He was rather...cocksure of himself, coming into the Lab as bold as brass and striding right up to her guardian and rapidly going into conversation. She didn't like that. He pressed fast and could back someone into a corner, she was sure. She wouldn't want that to happen to her, so she'd keep an eye on him...An eye that slightly wavered as the pony-tailed man looked at her and directed both a question and a compliment her way.
"Yes she is," Zeke looked up from the forms he had pulled out, straightening fully and beaming at his ward with that ever constant parental pride. He extended a hand to the Frei, starting off that introduction. "Mr. Ferenan - or do you prefer Jezabroux? - this is my Raevan Anastacia. Anastacia, this is Mr. Ferenan."
The spider queen gave her wings a flex and turned her head to the man she had been introduced to, eying him through a lightly fuzzy film.
"Good afternoon." Her head was raised in that haughty manner. Compliment - as different as it was - accepted. She kept her apathetic face on Jezabroux for another moment, then gave her knitting another shake before drawing herself into it once more. One of her four spider eyes remained fixated on the two - ever watchful to make sure he wouldn't stride over here and press her like he did her guardian.
The opening of the door was not heard by her, nor Zeke, and the latter gave a soft clearing of his throat.
"She's absorbed in her knitting," he said by way of apology, tapping the right papers against the desk before pushing them out toward Jezabroux and procuring a pen. "You just need to read these over and sign where appropriate. His," and here, Zeke's voice dropped just a little, "soul and Essence info is already filled out." His voice went back up to the normal speaking level. "Your Raevan is a male, and he doesn't have a name yet, but you can just leave that specific line blank until you meet him." Third door on the left, just a bit more time to pass, and soon they'd all get to see just who Mr. Ferenan would be taking home and into his life.
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 11:27 am
Waiting on Zeke as the raver shifted for the appropriate paperwork, Jezabroux took the time to observe the purple and lavender raevan some more. She had a mature aura to her, quite different from the more carefree one he had witnessed around Ekundayo and the other Raevans from the beach party. Would his charge be like Ekundayo or like Anastacia? It was an interesting thought. A calm, self absorbed companion wouldn't be bad, but a spark of childish energy wasn't bad either. His life could use a little zest. Hearing Zeke speak, he turned his attention back to the raver. "Ah, Jezabroux is fine. Mr. Ferenan would be my father." A small chuckle followed after. "Anastacia? That's a fitting name for her. Very elegant and sophisticated, just like your lady." Eyes back on the black widow Raevan after hearing her speak, Jezabroux gave her a light bow of the head. "Good afternoon Miss Anastacia."
The older man gave a light smile towards Zeke. "That's perfectly fine Mr. Farris - or do you prefer Zeke? You strike me as the type to forgo formalities." Taking the papers and pen from Zeke, the acupuncturist quickly skimmed through them. It was the usual legal agreement with terms on liability and responsibility. Flipping back to the front page, Jezabroux's eyes settled on the lines fel essence and soul. And underneath it was the line gender, where someone had scrawled in male. So now his charge had both gender and substance. "Forsaken Light and Satyr..." He read softly to himself. The more information he gleaned about his Raevan, the faster it was starting to take shape in his mind. Light, it gave him the image of something youthful and airy. Compounded with the soul of a satyr and the image suddenly had goat horns and a pipe. An amused smile formed on Jezabroux's lips.
He turned to look at Anastacia again. "May I inquire as to what Anastacia's essence and soul are? Something arachnid?" The man asked, taking the time to sign his name in a relatively neat and crisp flourish on the appropriate lines with the offered pen.
Floating down the hallway, the Frei stretched out his arms and wings. He still felt cramped from earlier. Frosted white side bangs flowing behind him, the Raevan ran the tips if his fingers against the wall as he slowly approached the lobby. More sounds, more clicking. He wanted to know what it was. He wanted to feel things under the tips of his fingers; he wanted to see it. Feeling a high of excitement, the Frei sped down the hallway until he shot into the glass pane of the door that separated him from the lobby.
THUD!
The Frei let out something akin to a squawk before crumpling to the ground. Lying there on the plush khaki carpet, golden orbs looked up at the ceiling lights in a disorientated manner. He could feel a dull, throbbing pain slowly spread from the center of his face. He didn't quite understand what had just happened. He had crashed into something. But, something he could not see?!
The acupuncturist looked up in surprise at the commotion just enough to see a mass of white and orange falling backwards. Horns, wings and a ribbon. It was a Raevan. It was his charge. It had to be his charge. Setting the papers back on the counter, he briskly made his way towards the fallen Satyr.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 1:30 pm
"Jezabroux it is," Zeke said, smile quirking higher as the other man used that old 'Mr. (name) is my father' joke. Jezabroux had a spark of humor to him, and that was always a good thing in Zeke's books.
Before Jezabroux was absorbed in those required forms and though she was still wary of the man who had all but bounded into their midst, Anastacia did feel approval toward his comments. Elegant, sophisticated, and her name fit her. Of course it did - from the moment Zeke had uttered it, it had surely fit her grace and form and remained as such through these months. The fact others saw that, well, that was always a delight to the Frei and her head remained high as she worked and eyed both men.
As everything began to occur, Zeke settled back and kept his attention between the man filling in the papers and his ward. Though he wasn't happy the spider queen refused to see the newborn, he was pleased she was being agreeable to this new man's presence and taking his attentions in stride. The vet caught his Raevan's eye and gave her a small, approving smile, to which she moved her head out of the line of in order to seem less conspicuous. Zeke chuckled at this, but the sound was quickly cut off by the question being asked.
"Ah..." He looked Jezabroux and then to his Raevan once again. Zeke bit his lip as a small feeling of uncertainty rose in his chest. It was only natural to wonder about the two main creative factors of another's Raevan, but she was so close by...
"Something arachnid?"
"Black widow." The vet said immediately, unable to stop the words once that trigger had been spoken and quickly biting his tongue once they were out. The raver looked to his Raevan then, trying to see if she heard that. It seemed like she hadn't, which was relieving, but Zeke still felt the worry of potentially revealing his charge's origins too soon to her. He knew he shouldn't hide it, especially from her, but the other part of her was so damning...And if this new guardian knew the truth, who knows how he would react. Most of those he had told before her birth had reacted as how he was sure they would, and didn't want to give her a chance, which stopped him from telling more. It hadn't taken long for him to decide that her origins were something that had to be revealed one-on-one, just himself and his Raevan, eventually. Maybe not soon, but someday. And definitely not right now.
"As for her Essence..." He trailed off, about to apologize and try to make some reason up as to why he wasn't going to be so flippant with the information. However, before he was able, a sharp resounding THUD broke his train of thought and caused the raver to jump. He whipped around fast, searching for the culprit, and lo and behold...
"Well now...It looks like he couldn't wait to see you!"
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 1:46 pm
"Black widow…" He repeated after Zeke softly, able to understood the reason as to why Anastacia carried such a raw, visceral aura around her. The Raevan had inherited it from her soul. Would the same be for his own charge? Would he have the promiscuous and lax disposition as Satyrs were told to have in Greek mythology? However, at this very moment the topic of Anya's soul and fel essence was the last thing on his mind. The acupuncturist was too busy worrying about what his own charge would be like. Jezabroux missed the hesitation in Zeke's voice at the idea of revealing his charge's fel essence.
For now, his complete attention drawn to the mysterious being on the other side of the glass that separated them.
Peering through the thick glass pane, he was surprised by how different the newborn on the carpet looked from what he had imagined. He had envisioned large curved ram-like horns adorning each side of the Raevan's head, not these small nubs. Maybe some facial hair too, the sheet had listed a satyr soul of all things! He had pictured in his mind's eye something slightly older, more masculine and well built. The Frei on the carpet was small, boyish with a slight figure but even so, he had an unmistakably large presence. From the door, Jezabroux could just barely make out a youthful face under those long messy faint creamy bangs. The soft features of the Frei's face hinted at him being physically equivalent to say a twelve year old boy, maybe even fourteen. But, perhaps that was to his benefit as well. The last thing he needed was a raging hormonal youth with no to very little communication skills.
And the longer Jezabroux continued to stare at the Raevan, the more difficult it was becoming for him to take his eyes off Luka.
Behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses, his eyebrow arched neatly into one of hidden amusement. He wasn't quite sure where that name had come from, but it was fitting. Both were light, airy, refreshing.
Turning his head to look at Zeke, he motioned towards the handle. "I hope you don't mind if I let him in." He gave the raver a smile as he placed his hand on the doorknob and gave it a turn. Pulling the door wide open, he took a moment to take in Luka's appearance one last time before kneeling down to help the newborn up. "You took quite a hit. Are you alright?" He asked, holding out a hand for Luka.
Lying still on the floor for a moment longer, his slender, elvish ears twitched lightly as they picked up sound once more. He could pick up two distinct tones moving one after another, back and forth. What could it be? And then, he was hearing another soft click. But that wasn't all! There was also the incoming draft of cold air that gently kissed at skin and that sound from earlier. Something like twittering that was clearly addressing him. There was just so much going on, and he had no way of expressing these sensations or how it left him feeling. Fingers quivering with excitement, they quickly grasped at Jezabroux's own out stretched hand. Identical, to his own hand, even if the were not the same size or color.
Pulling himself up into a 'sitting' position, he looked up at Jezabroux with wide eyes. Sunny eyes flashing lively with mirth, the Frei gave him a big smile. And recalling the twittering sounds he had heard, he tried to repeat what he could remember. "Arn you alla right?" He gave a small burst of laughter at Jezabroux's surprised expression and found himself reaching up to touch his guardian's face. The Frei was quiet, letting his slender fingers trace the acupuncturist's features. He could feel the man stiffening under his touch, trying to remain still. A smile tugging at his lips, his fingers curled around Jezabroux's sunglasses but stopped shortly upon seeing Zeke's bright hair. It was different, he didn't know how to describe it, but it was more interesting than his own. Eyes locked on Zeke, Luka floated over Jezabroux and moved in the direction of the raver. He wanted to touch it. Feel it between his fingers, learn why it was so different from his long white strands or Jezabroux's bicolored yet… not bright hair.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 5:16 pm
The acupuncturist's attention had gone back to Zeke and Anastacia couldn't say she wasn't okay with that. Looks were all well and good with the vain Frei, and a few words were even fine now and then, but a glance that was too long made her easily uncomfortable and even annoyed. Those were like she was expected to do something but not told what and she didn't like that at all. However, such a look was avoided and easily the widow went back to her hobby.
THUD!
The sound that echoed through the lobby was closer to the Frei than it had been to the two human men standing nearby. Its proximity to her - as well as its sudden, out of the blue appearance - crashed right through to her core and set the Raevan off. A cry was not uttered past her cherry red lips but a half-choked gasp did leave her as she threw herself off her perch and into the air; wings flaring wide and legs of her crown raising as she whipped around to see the cause of the disruption.
Which was a Raevan, of course. The Raevan, it seemed, judging by Zeke's happily surprised tone and Jezabroux's quick movement toward the glass door. Looking at the Frei lying behind the door, she didn't even begin to question how he had gotten out. Instead, despite that rush of adrenaline, anger, and near-fright a thin feeling of amusement settled in her chest because of the scene. Realization hit her quick - the smaller, horned male had crashed headlong into the glass door. Right into it, no stopping, full tilt. Anastacia seemed to forget that she had almost done the same thing herself a few months earlier because her lips then curved into a smile that matched her new, wan emotion. She wasn't the sort to find most things funny or laugh at jokes that others found humorous, but this Raevan...Well...He was something special wasn't he? She couldn't help it.
Zeke caught his ward's gasp and sudden flight and made to move toward her, but Jezabroux got in the way. His eyes went from the spider queen to the door and like his ward he found amusement from the situation, though not for the same reason as her. Unlike Anya, Zeke remembered how the spider queen had almost smashed into the glass herself and he couldn't help it as his smile quirked higher. He had gotten in the way of the virus Raevan's path but this little guy hadn't been so lucky. Amusement was pushed aside slightly as Zeke felt the worry settle into his chest when the Frei didn't immediately rise, but Jezabroux was right there on the scene and handling it fine.
"I don't mind at all." Zeke said quickly as the other man made to grasp the latch. It was for the best after all, and if this quick look was anything to go by, this Raevan was Jezabroux's. Plus it allowed him to tend to his own ward which could be a job in and of itself.
"Hey, you okay Anya?" His arms reached out for her as he spoke gently to her, but the distance made the gesture fall short. Though that was lost, the Frei responded to her guardian's words and turned her head toward him, smile vanishing as quickly as it had arrived and setting her face into a furrow and frown. To her ears, he sounded amused by her reaction and in truth he was. She always acted so poised and aloof yet time and again proved she could be taken off kilter by something as simple as a door slamming behind her. What could Zeke say? It was rather funny!
As she caught his smile and the light in his eyes, that feeling of embarrassment came back to Anastacia tenfold. In response she made her wings immediately snap shut behind her, with her crown folding back into place right after. If it were possible, her cheeks would have flashed red as well, but instead her face remained clear of everything but a crease between her lavender eyes and that tell-tale sign of her displeasure. What's more, she crossed her arms over her armored bosom and turned her face away from her man, the new guardian, and the door with a huff. No words were needed. She was just fine, thank you, and saving face under fire. She hadn't gotten scared, she wasn't interested in the crash test dummy, and if Zeke thought otherwise, then he was dead wrong.
Well that was easy, Zeke thought with a mild surprise that showed on his face as a slight raise of his pierced brows. Not that he was expecting an all out war, but he wasn't expecting her to drop her pinions and legs so readily either. She could be...difficult sometimes after all, but she was clearly trying to play this off as easily as could be. It made him snort softly through his nose and shake his head. She was different all right and though her actions could come off as haughty, he couldn't help but love her all the more for them. She really did have character under all that apathy.
"Arn you alla right?"
The words made the vet turn back, amused as the thought 'from one to the other' rang out in his head. The slight worry he had felt dissipated as child-like laughter rang out from just inside the open door and the vet started to chuckle again as well. He had to see this for himself. Taking a step toward the kneeling guardian but making sure to keep his distance all the same, Zeke leaned in and watched the two males interact with intrigue and delight. A bump to start things off, sure, but everything was quickly moving again and into something positive. Excellent.
"No worse for wear," Zeke said softly, watching the newborn explore his guardian's features and all the while taking in the Satyr Frei's appearance himself. "But if you think he needs an ice pack, I'll go get one--"
Zeke's words cut off into soft laughter as he was then confronted by the Satyr himself. The raver had been smiling before, but he was grinning now, keeping as still as Jezabroux had to let the new Raevan take him in. Now that he had had a good look at the Frei, Zeke unwittingly felt the same as the man on the floor - that this little guy was a bit different than what he had been imagining. He did note, however, that the young-looking Frei had the sort of boyish good looks that could potentially break many a heart if he learned how to use them. Thanks to this, the unorthodox introduction, and the newborn's sudden intrigue into him, Zeke once more found himself spellbound by the small race that was the Raevans.
"Hey there, kiddo." The vet soon said as he was inspected, eyes ticking between the white-haired Satyr and said Satyr's guardian. "Welcome to the lobby."
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 11:51 pm
At the mention of an ice pack, Jezabroux paused. “I don’t think it’s necessary.” He gave the Frei one more careful look, before pressing lightly against the newborn’s forehead, a motion that was promptly responded to by the Satyr brushing away the acupuncturist’s hand. “I think he’ll be fine.” He said with a smile, watching as the newborn took a moment to touch Zeke’s hair. He had a feeling that the receptionist didn’t mind the physical contact, and if anything, probably enjoyed it a little.
“Welcome to the lobby.” The Satyr repeated verbatim, before giving the receptionist a cheeky smile. Yes, he could imitate the strange sounds coming out of this person. He didn’t know what they were trying to say, but obviously they held some kind of meaning. ”Lobby lobby lobby lobby.” The newborn repeated, reaching to play with Zeke’s sour apple hair. It was exciting, bright. He couldn’t keep his hands away from it. Letting the tips of his fingers brush against Zeke’s hair a little bit longer, he eventually stopped. It wasn’t quite so interesting now. The brightness seemed to be confined to the man’s hair, and no amount of touching was making it come off. Instead, he turned his attention to the lone arachnid queen sitting on the couch. Why was that one there? Why wasn’t that one here making noises like these people? What was that one doing with its hands? Certainly that one was the source of that clicking noise he had heard from the room, but what was the clicking for?
Tawny eyes looking over an Anya with raging curiosity, the Frei floated over to the spider slowly. Suddenly, Zeke and Jezabroux were the last thing on his mind. His attention focused on the emotionless and elegant being in front of him. Yes, this one was definitely different. Judging from its appearance, it was like him but not quite like him. Moving towards Anya slowly, he was careful to gauge Anya’s reaction as he got closer to the other. He wasn’t stupid. He had a feeling that this one wouldn’t hesitate in lashing out if it felt threatened. ”Welcome to the lobby.” The newborn enunciated carefully, unsure of what else to say to catch Anya’s interest. Cocking his head to the side, he pointed at Anya. He wanted to know. His creamy brows furrowed in sudden frustration at the obvious language barrier between them. He wanted to know what Anya would say, but how could he ask his questions or understand her answers?
His eyes lit up at a sudden idea. Clearing his throat, he placed a hand against his chest before raising his fingers to his lips before motioning to her own mouth then to her chest. Would the stranger introduce them self?
Jezabroux couldn’t help but watch the one-sided interaction with a raging curiosity of his own. How would Anya react to Luka? So far, she hadn’t be the most sociable, preferring to keep to her own devices. Would she delight the newborn in a response or react just as… apathetically as before? Tearing his gaze from the two Raevans, he turned to Zeke. What did the receptionist make of all this? Thoughts wandering, his eyes fell back to the paperwork that had been momentarily abandoned with Luka’s… loud entrance. Reading its contents once more, on the line marked name, the acupuncturist neatly printed down Luka.
“Am I missing anything?” He asked, flipping through the file before handing it back to Zeke.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 10:12 am
Zeke had been rendered mute and motionless by the Satyr Frei's actions to feed his curiosity, but the former quickly evaporated as the vet felt a tug to his ponytail. Soft laughter left him, the sort that shook his shoulders as he tried to keep it low enough on the off chance that the newborn would spook.
"He's a friendly one," Zeke commented to the Raevan's man, approving of the white-haired one greatly already. The vet would have said more, but the Frei mimicked his words of welcome and Zeke had to press the back of his right hand to his lips. A curiosity, sunny dispositioned parrot; Jezabroux would have his hands full for sure.
"Yes, the lobby." The vet said when the snowy-haired Frei reappeared before him. He wanted to reach out and playfully ruffle the newborn's head, but kept from making that movement as the Satyr dipped out of reach and toward the still-floating spider queen. Again Zeke's brows raised and he focused on the two Raevans alone - thus missing Jexabroux and his walk to the desk to sign the papers. Smile still on his face, Zeke was wary.
And the vet had every right to be. Although she had missed the touch-and-play fest that was Luka inspecting Zeke's richly dyed hair, she wasn't one to get over a start so easily. Add in the fact she was carrying the weight of embarrassment on her shoulders now and one would find she was firmly stuck under the banner of the 'unhappy camper'. As the newborn came over, she didn't see him - head still turned - but when he spoke, she jumped again and swiveled around to meet the big brown eyes of a horned little boy-Frei.
“Welcome to the lobby.”
She looked down her nose at him, not quite sneering, but not looking overjoyed to have him in her presence either. Anastacia squeezed her crossed arms tighter over her breast.
"Anya..."
Her guardian's word was spoken on a soft lilt that said 'say hello and be polite, please'. Turning her gaze to her man, his expression matched - with brows raised and head tilted toward her, watching and waiting. The one she returned to the vet was that of a grump but while she didn't want to extend a greeting to the child-like Frei before her, she knew that if she turned her back and remained huffy, she wouldn't hear the end of it once he and his guardian left.
"Good afternoon." Her greeting was wholly unenthusiastic but spoken in that same, flat tone she always used and her eyes were put back on the Satyr as she said it. There, it was done. Zeke couldn't get on her rune about not extending a formality and now she could just turn around and go back to being as antisocial as she pleased. She could save her face from that little jump a few moments ago better that way, but her plan didn't go accordingly. Instead, the newborn prevented her from turning around by making the oddest motions she had ever witnessed. The Virus Frei's brows were raised at the display and her posture straightened. Clearly the boy had smashed into the glass hard enough that he couldn't properly address what he wanted. Funny.
"I think he wants to know your name."
"I know that." Her return to the offered help was quick and curt, and in the process Anastacia lofted herself a little higher, unfurled her large wings, and gave them a shake. She repeated the same motion with her crown, but didn't shake those spindly legs. Instead they were kept out and Anastacia looked between her man and the newborn, inwardly muttering why Zeke didn't just do what he always did like a good little boy.
"Anastacia," the Frei said after a few look-betweens. She enunciated each syllable to its fullest measure and did end up soothing herself with that. To her, there was just something about hearing her name stretched in such a manner that was all too wonderful.
Zeke sighed quietly as his Frei gave her name. It wasn't the happiest sound, but there was relief to it all the same. She hadn't been quite so willing to be polite, but she had in the end with no insults or aggression thrown about. He could be happy for that, and though he would still talk to her about it, he already felt it wouldn't be as long a chat as it would have if she hadn't been so...settling. With that side of the introduction taken care of, the opposite couldn't exactly return it. That made the raver look to Jezabroux and just in time to walk right into his question.
"Have you signed everything?" Zeke stepped toward the desk and peered over to look at the manilla folder. The name 'Luka' stood out and the vet smiled anew. "So his name is Luka? Fitting!"
Short and sweet, much like the newborn himself was seeming to be. Zeke turned from Jezabroux back to the two Raevans and extended a hand to the newly named Frei.
"Anya, meet Luka."
"Charmed." Clearly not.
"Let me think," Zeke said as he turned back to Jez, "he has his name, you've signed in all the right places...All that's missing is the list of names and numbers and seeing if you have any questions!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 11:33 am
“He certainly is.” Jezabroux responded, watching Luka with a small smile on his lips. This was good. Luka was coming across as being more childlike than he had anticipated. With the soul of a Satyr, he had been expecting something more of a handful. This, he could deal with.
”Anastacia,” The Frei repeated, rolling each syllable across his tongue slowly as if to taste the very name itself. He repeated it a few more times before deciding that he liked the name. It was a bit longer than he would’ve liked, but it balanced well. He watched her movements slowly, vaguely paying attention to the sounds that came from Zeke.
“Anya, meet Luka.”
At the name Luka, the Satyr’s head suddenly snapped back to stare at Zeke. Yes, that was him, Luka. That was his name but why was the man saying it? ”Luka,” he said, motioning to himself. He took a moment to stare at Zeke for a little longer, the expression on the newborn’s face seeming to ask the receptionist why he had called his name. He waited for an answer before turning back to look at Anya. That look on her face was slightly discouraging, it was not like the one he had been greeted with by Zeke and Jezabroux. Recalling the words she had said to him earlier, Luka gave the older femme a pleasant smile before speaking again. ”Good afternoon, Anastacia.” He paused for a moment before motioning to himself again. ”Luka,” He said, in an attempt to reintroduce himself more verbally. Nodding his head lightly in what seemed to be a partial bow, he folded his wings neatly behind his back in a gesture to her own outstretched appendages.
Jezabroux was half listening to Zeke again, finding himself in mild shock. The Raevan, no Luka, had turned around and looked at Zeke in knowing manner when the receptionist had called his name. Considering the name had just come to him upon seeing the newborn, did it mean that Luka had actually told him that it was his name? Or was it just that the Frei was simply adopting it to be own? And then, now this whole exchange between the Satyr and Black Widow was just as astonishing. In a manner of minutes, Luka had seemingly expanded his vocabulary and was now actually greeting the older Frei verbally. And by the looks of it, he was trying to make himself more passive in her eyes. Turning to look at Zeke, he pushed his sunglasses higher up the bridge of his nose. “Yes, names and numbers…. Zeke, was Anya just as quick to speak?” He asked, unable to hide his astonishment at the whole scene he had just witnessed. “Are all the other Raevans like this? How quickly do you think he’ll continue to progress mentally over the next few days? I’ve already arranged to take a week off work but do you think I should take a few more days to help him adjust and to answer his questions?” Suddenly, there were so many questions. And the acupuncturist couldn’t help but wonder if just maybe he’d gone over his head in adopting Luka.
Luka cocked his head lightly to the left, unsure of what to say. He wanted to know just what that strange stick was in Anya’s hands, but he also had the feeling that the older female was tired of interacting with him. ”Antío.” Luka muttered, giving Anya another nod of the head before slowly floating away to join the two guardians. He wasn’t sure where that word had come from, but something deep inside told him it was the right word. αντίο. He wasn’t sure how he knew it, but it was very familiar. It was somehow ingrained deeply in a part of him.
Floating back to Zeke and Jezabroux, Luka stared at the two men expectantly. Obviously they were talking, but he had no inkling of what they were talking about it. He could pick out separate words, but at this point they were just sounds. They held no meaning, no significance, and thus were of no importance to him.
Jezabroux chuckled when Luka neared him. “Hello, Luka. I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself to you. I am Jezabroux, I’ll be your guardian.” He held out a hand for the Frei to shake.
Luka stared at the outstretched hand before waving it away with his own. ”Jeb-a-row.” The Frei tried to repeat it correctly several more times before giving the acupuncturist a distasteful look. What was this monstrosity that he couldn’t even repeat? ”No.”
Jezabroux was beyond amused by the youth. “If that’s too much, you may call me Elai.”
”Elai.” He repeated, nodding in approval at the simplicity of his new name. He turned to Zeke, waiting expectantly for the man’s name.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 12:43 pm
Hearing her name from her own lips was one thing, but while this newborn was rather annoying - albeit to a lesser extent than what she had expected - hearing her name from his was a different matter entirely. It sent a furl of delight up her partial spine and made her incline her head in that manner she dubbed as regal. Her cherry red lips were pulled upward in a slight curl at the sound and she began to realize she was in the presence of one who was providing her with the looks and attention she did so often enjoy. The embarrassment and annoyance were slowly on their way out now.
”Good afternoon, Anastacia.”
Not one to repeat things, the Virus femme gave a curt nod of her crown-topped head as Luka put two mimicries together to make a simple sentence. He was mildly annoying, but it was clear he was no threat to her or her good standing. Her wings folded behind her neatly as a show of this acceptance. Excellent, especially for him. Luka had no outstanding marks against him at the first meeting with the spider femme other than being a little annoying and amusing her by meeting his first pane of glass.
Zeke lofted a pierced brow as he watched the pair. Quick as he was to sigh and decide he would talk to her about her first snippish words, he was just as so to mark her as doing good in the face of interacting with the newborn and his new-found words. It impressed him and he gave his ward a light smile before being taken up with Jezabroux again.
"Lemme just get that paper..." he began, opening a drawer to leaf through the folders therein. "Anya? A bit. She's more the quiet type, but she could say her name and a few words the day I brought her home." The vet gave a soft 'ah ha' when he found the right folder and pulled out a stapled sheet of names, addresses, and various numbers. A highlighter was snatched from a cup on the desktop and Zeke went about highlighting the names of the Lab staff members, chuckling as Jezabroux suddenly started talking full tilt.
"Easy now, he looked up from the sheet, "I think a week off will be fine; but every Raevan's different. Like I said, Anya's rather quiet, but your Luka looks like he'll be a chatty one. If you feel like a few extra days off are needed, you take them."
As his words came to an end, Zeke passed the newly highlighted papers over and gave the older man a friendly clap on the shoulder. A reassuring beam of a smile crossed Zeke's pierced and bearded face as he patted Jez's shoulder.
"Take a few days and just...stay at home. Let him get used to your place and explore it. You don't have to hover, but be around in case he finds something or has questions. Talk to him and, when you think he's settled in, take him around the neighborhood. Play games with him, take him out shopping for things to put in his room, all that stuff. Trust me, everything will be a-okay."
Zeke could see the nervousness on Jezabroux's face and was sure he had looked the exact same to Alex when it came time to take Anya home. Nervous, excited, a whole cavalcade of emotions that made the stomach flip and clench and the palms get sweaty. With all that had happened so far, Zeke was sure this man would do a good job of being Luka's guardian. He just needed a little confidence right now.
The vet was about to say more - and he opened his mouth to speak in fact - but before he could, Luka had dismissed himself from Anastacia and floated over. Zeke extended a friendly grin to the newborn before looking at his own ward, expression turning quizzical to match the look she wore due to the unfamiliar word the Satyr had just left her on. Again one of the vet's brows lofted as he looked at Anastacia, but when the Frei caught his gaze, she merely shook her head, played her confusion off with a turn of her head, and reclaimed her seat. Zeke gave an amused shake of his head and turned from her to watch the formal introductions of guardian and Raevan.
Jezabroux - or Jeb-a-row as Luka put it - became Elai and Luka was Luka. Zeke couldn't contain his good mirth with just a smile and gently bounced on the balls of his feet with delight. Like he had said before, there had been a slight bump but everything was going smoothly now. No hiccups, not even from an antisocial black widow.
When Luka turned to Zeke, the vet chuckled and extended his hand like Jez had done.
"My name is Zeke. I'm Anya's guardian, and it's nice to meet you, Luka."
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 1:17 pm
Jezabroux nodded to the receptionist’s description of how Anya had acted on her first day. He could see that kind of behavior coming from the lady, given she had slightly antisocial tendencies and a penchant for keeping to her own devices. He watched as Zeke highlighted several names on the list, and given that the receptionist’s own name was highlighted, he assumed it was probably all of the Lab’s staff. The other listings probably more owners.
Taking the stapled stack of papers, he flipped through it a couple times to see if he recognized any of the names; none of them rang a bell.
He took care in taking a mental note of everything Zeke said. “Of course, I’m just a little nervous is all.” He chuckled slightly. “I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it soon enough.”
Luka nodded at Zeke’s greeting, finally having a name for the brightly colored man. ”Good afternoon, Zeke.” He responded, recalling that was the greeting Anya had given him. He took a moment to stare at Zeke’s out stretched hand before disregarding it completely. ”No Anya, Anastacia.” He corrected gently, recalling the spider queen had introduced herself as Anastacia, not Anya.
“I guess we're done then. And also, Zeke, I realize that Luka doesn’t have a stomach. What exactly am I supposed to feed him?” It was an odd question, but an important one all the same. This was the only other question he could think of now. Looking down at Luka, the acupuncturist smile and ruffled the Satyr’s hair gentle. A gesture that was met with gentle swat on a hand as the Frei went to fix his hair. So much character in this little boy.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 1:31 pm
“Of course, I’m just a little nervous is all.”
"I think every new guardian was, and you will. Just take it one day at a time."
With a final pat, Zeke dropped his hand from the older man's shoulder and closed the desk drawer with a bump of his hip. Papers had been signed, list of names and numbers given, nerves-created questions answered, Raevan and guardian met and getting along...All was well and was looking like it was also set too. Zeke nodded to himself as he finished checking off the mental to-do list and focused on Luka. He looked perfectly fine - not a bruise or bump on him - and most importantly he looked happy with his new man. In turn, Zeke couldn't be happier for the pair.
"Good afternoon Luka." He smiled again. Upon the correction, Zeke laughed. "Right, Anastacia." He looked over to his ward to see what the Frei thought of this, but she was already back in her own little universe once more. Had she been paying attention, he was sure she would have found it amusing.
"I'd say so!" The vet looked back at Jezabroux and gave a clap of his hands. The legal papers were collected and Zeke gave them a quick once over to make sure everything had been signed where needed. Seeing that they had, he shut the folder and set it in front of the receptionist's computer, an answer for that new question already on his lips.
"The food a Raevan eats derives from their Essence. A Raevan with an Essence of shadows feeds off of them, one with an Essence of lightning would eat electricity. Since Luka's got light for his..." he trailed off a moment, letting Jez come to his own conclusions. "I'd say he'll be easy to feed. Won't you, Luka?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 2:18 pm
“Ah, if that’s the case he’ll be very easy to feed.” If Luka fed on light, then the boy would have no issues. Of course, the boy would probably have a preference, but that wasn’t an issue. Lamp light or sunlight? The difference was simply opening a blind or closing it. “Well then, I guess we’ve finally covered everything. Thank you for being so patient with me Zeke,” Jezabroux gave the receptionist a smile.
With all business finished, all that was left was the journey home. And then, there was another whole new adventure waiting for them once they got home. “Are you ready to go home now Luka?” The acupuncturist asked, placing a hand on the Satyr’s shoulder. Looking back up to Zeke, Jezabroux gave a small bow to the younger man. “Again, thank you for assisting me with all this Zeke. I’ll be sure to call you if I have any other questions that come up later. I guess Luka and I will take our leave now. Good bye.”
Luka stared at the receptionist before waving a hand. ”Good bye, Zeke.” He considered saying something to Anastacia, but decided against it. He had a feeling that the spider had had more than enough interaction for today. Taking his guardian’s hand in his own, the Satyr gave the raver a rather mischievous last smile before following after this guardian out the laboratory’s front door. The Frei would immediately regret leaving the building's cool interior as the hot muggy outside air kissed his skin.
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