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 Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2017 12:50 pm
Who: Emyr, Mark, and Zeke
When: September 27th, 2017; around 2pm
Where: Lab 305
Weather: Crisp and clear; a perfect early autumn day
"And just come by whenever you're free! I'll be here all day!"
It was soon after he said those final words and hung up the short phone call to Mark with the good news that Zeke found himself with a guest. A certain someone had been able to get out of his room and perhaps had been drawn to the sound of another's voice. Zeke had gotten up from his seat when the Ermine came floating on through the door separating the lobby and the hall as if he owned the Lab in its entirety, but he had sat right back down the moment the boy opened his mouth and started speaking.
And since that moment, he hadn't exactly stopped.
Not that Zeke minded, of course. The Ermine boy was full of tales and ideas and questions! So many questions! Zeke couldn't help but be enamored by him - answering each one as best he could before being foisted with another twenty more - both for his wide-eyed wonderment and his looks, plain and simple.
Not that the Ermine was any way, shape, or form either 'plain' or 'simple' in that regard. He was most definitely colorful; his attire a medley of green and gold and brown to start but with pops of red and cream in his clothing's accents, pale pink and blue in his wings, and even the black and white of his hair stood out. Overall the kid looked like he just walked out of someone's fantasy novel or D&D character sheet. A ranger or a druid, more than likely.
A druid with hiiiiiiiigh charisma stats, that's for sure, he thought and hid his smile with the side of his hand.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 1:31 pm
Being a newly born Frei, there were many things in this world that Emyr had yet to form opinions on. Music, art, weather, seasons, foods; all things that the boy knew nothing of and by extension could not place judgement upon. There was one thing that Emyr knew he did not like even from the start of his young life, however, and that was being unable to talk. No, that wasn’t exactly right he corrected himself within his own mind. There was nothing stopping him from speaking at this moment, though he would imagine if he was denied that right he would indeed find it to be equally unsavory.
More accurately, Emyr did not enjoy the absence of audience. The dark, isolated room that he had been told to wait within until his guardian arrived to pick him up was void of anyone with which to hear his glorious voice. It was a crime, both on the part of the staff and Emyr, to deny the world his words. It needed to be remedied immediately.
The task of breaking out of the room proved shockingly easy. Zeke, for all his intelligence and experience, must not have expected a Frei smart enough or desperate enough to actively seek to escape the room and therefor had not had the foresight to lock the window to it or the room next door. It may not have been an easy task but it had been a doable one, and Emyr had floated himself into the lobby with all the confidence that such an accomplishment would award him. Why should he not when there had never been a Frei before him to ‘outsmart’ the mechanism known as a window screen so shortly upon their birth? Or, well, he believed himself to be the first Frei who had done such a feat, which to him might as well have made it fact.
Zeke had been there to meet him, his expression indicating his amusement and jolly surprise instead of agitation or insult. Emyr had taken this to mean that his escape, while unexpected, was not unwelcome. The same could be said for his company, which the veterinarian had met with a patient willingness even as Emyr began his long tirade.
“Not go back. Do not like not to speak.” He informed the man, the structure of his sentences distorted due to his newness but the meaning behind them no less clear. The Raevan’s ability to speak had been present upon his birth and every second it seemed as if his understanding of language grew stronger. Within the week he would most likely be speaking in full, distinguished sentences, but for the time being Zeke got to enjoy the stilted chatter of a newborn.
The questions had fallen from his mouth like the blows of a particularly vicious sparring partner, a new one popping out of the boy's mouth the moment an answer came from Zeke’s. Every so often, the Ermine would give a response of ‘I know this’ or a claim of a similar nature, which was a blatant lie given the fact the boy had asked the question in the first place. Why he chose to respond in such a way was unclear even to him, as even he knew that until Zeke had shared the information he had been unaware. It had merely felt right to claim so.
“When Guardian will come? What is like? Are they like Zeke or not?” His current line of questioning had centered in on his Guardian and what he might expect from them. The stoat’s expression was pinched, the idea of a guardian who did not suit his standards leaving a bitter tingling within his brain. “Emyr is best Raevan. Must get best Guardian or it is no good.” Folding his arms over his chest, his head lifted in a gesture of superiority, and though he floated roughly level with the man before him it was clear he was trying his best to ‘stand’ above him so as to emphasize the importance of him receiving what he desired. It was not the first time during their interaction that this bratty sense of self-entitlement and vanity had emerged and it certainly would not be the last.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2018 6:13 am
Gosh was this kid charming. His words were clipped with the newness of his tongue but he was by no means undeterred. His occasional claim of 'I know this' to the answers he was given only endeared the Frei to Zeke more and he found he had to keep stifling a chuckle or hiding a smile more and more as it cropped up.
"Don't worry, he'll be here soon." There was a glitter in his eyes as he pointed out the phone he had made the call on. "As soon as I reach out with this thing, a Guardian always appears shortly after. It's called a telephone and it's a way for people to communicate with others. Neat huh?"
He found it best to explain things right off the bat now otherwise he would be inundated. As a part of that, Zeke took the phone off the cradle and pressed the talk button so that the Ermine could hear the dial tone buzz when he handed it over to him.
"As for what he's like...he's very nice! His name is Mark and he works as an entertainer, isn't that cool?" He had flipped through to Mark's original application a little bit ago, having expected this line of questioning at some point and wanting to be prepared for it. He could be sure of the niceness of the man without having met him because the Lab only allowed the nicest sorts of people to get this far. Sure some were occasionally rough around the edges but he hadn't met any Guardian - future or new - who had rubbed him the wrong way at any point in time. He could say that Mark was nice without it being any sort of lie. "With how talkative and cool you are already I'm sure you'll be the best match for one another! And guess what else, kiddo? He'll even have a name for you!"
Oh Mark was sure to have his hands full with this one!
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