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 Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 12:31 pm
((Haha - how can you not join an RP with that totallyawesome title! As a note - all of this information about HQ is taken directly from info Kyri sent me. . .so. . just going with what she wrote! n.n ))
D hadn't been there when . . .things went wrong. In fact, Faolan hadn't been back to Headquarters for quite some time and D had thought that the little boy should be around others like him.
Of course, when he'd actually stepped into the shop, he'd been most perplexed. There were piles of glass shoved in the corner - new furniture and a T.V. bolted in to the wall. There always had been one though, hadn't there? D couldn't remember. The bar completely disappeared, there was no chandelier - though he suspected that's what sat in the corner - and there were some new additions to the place. . .
Like blood.
Blood and a strange sort of feeling that sent the hairs on the back of D's neck on edge.
"What happened. . ." He murmured, eyes wide as he looked around. The place seemed to be falling in on itself, though it was obvious that it was still inhabitable. Faolan, the fussy wolf child squirmed in his arms, looking around nervously with his golden-brown gaze.
"Nuh-uh, Faolan," D whispered, planting a small kiss on his sons head, though his eyes never left the sight of the demolished headquarters. Go missing for a few weeks and everything gets turned upside down.
Great.
Cautiously, the pink haired man made his way around the headquarters. Maybe he shouldn't stick around. . .? The place surely didn't seem particularly hospitable, much less sanitary.
The blood in particular was very disconcerting.
"Blahg!" A little grunt from the little man that was bundeled in D's arms. A soft wolf toy, covered in drool marks, was being held onto by one of Faolans hands but his eyes were large as plates. The boy could sense that something had happened here. . . but what?
The feelings, the dark energy, made Faolan very edgy. And not exactly the most happy of children. D would protect him, the child knew, that was what D did. But the darkness that radiated throughout the room. . . .
Oh no. Not a fun feeling at all.
A little whimper, a little crinkle of his features.
D winced. Maybe they'd visit later. He didn't need Faolan sobbing here! "Oh no - it's okay, baby. It's all right. See? It's okay here - really." The pink haired man set the baby carrier down on the couch. He leaned forward, trying desperately to reassure his little wolf child reborn. "That's right - give me a smile. Flash me those pearly whites, there's a good one! Whose got the prettiest ears in the world, huh? Is that you? Is that you??"
Yes, it was a disgusting display of paternal affection. But D couldn't help it - he dripped like a leaky faucet with love and adoration for his children and h didn't care who noticed.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 5:54 pm
"What the bloody hell happened in here?"
The speaker was a young boy, blonde, rather short, and cute. Deceptively cute. Deceptive, since no boy of this age had the right to be carrying three or four knives and a straight razor hidden away in his pockets, or a foot-long bloodstained blade in one hand.
The blade in question was a wand from the Headquarters, but Todd didn't really care. Sharp objects were sharp objects.
The destruction didn't seem to unnerve him much. He picked his way carefully across the floor, avoiding any remaining glass.
"Oy! You!" he shouted to the pink-haired man with the baby. A wierd inhabitant for a weird place. "Did you see what happened? I heard somethin' about shadows and stuff, but..."
Taylor had not been very descriptive in her tales of the Headquarters and the Other Place.((Todd. About 9 years old, incredibly British, and perpetually violent. Not Ako's guardian, thank goodness. Taylor's feeling frightened of all things GOtP lately.))
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 9:31 pm
Still oozing reassurance and affection for his Faolan, D all but jumped when he was shouted at. Back turned, he hadn't noticed Todd's entrance to the . . .mutilated headquarters. But the sharp shout, the order, did cause D to jump.
Turning around, blue eyes wide, Faolan in his arms, he stared. And continued to stare. Who the hell was that!?! His surprised was reflecting in a pink brow arching upward. If the blonde was only wearing leather and mesh, D might feel more assured. The knives - a smidge disconcerting - were nothing compared to some BDSM night clubs he used to inhabit.
And yet . . . Part of D wouldn't be surprised at all if Todd were the one to cause the blood smears on the wall. How did the saying go. . .? Beware the cute ones?
"Uh," he stammered, trying to figure out exactly what words had slipped so violenetly out of the boys mouth. "I - I really haven't a clue what's gone on here. One day it was headquarters, the next it was like this." Broad shoulders shrugged helplessly. It seemed both of them were lost in the dark.
Foalan, who had been enjoying his attention, glanced at Todd. His downy ears perked forward, a display which meant curiousity and interest. It lasted but a moment, before the baby was distracted by the dark energies. The feeling of the place was disconcerting, and made Faolan a smidge uncomfortable.
Something wasn't right. . .
And Faolan gave a soft whimper of reminder. D naturally cuddeled the small one close, offering the baby a kiss on the top of his head. "Shadows. . . .? That's - that's more than I know."
If the area wasn't safe, though, then why was headquarters still open to the public? Would Ianna ever close down? Who knew. A little note of explaination might have been nice, of course.
Foalan stared at Todd, and the sharp things that he held. Some were shiney. Shiney pointy things. "Grwah." He stated, reaching a clawed hand out.
Leave it to Faolan to want to play with knives.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 12:08 pm
D was right to be a little wary. Todd hadn't ever used any of his knives... yet... but he did have a liking for sharp objects and a knack for putting them where they didn't belong. He was currently inspecting the blood smears with more then a little interest, so he didn't really notice D's distress.
"Hm," he said absently. "I guess you had to be here. The nerd I live with says it went all bloody shadowy and some people died. All I know is she came back limping and and and jumpier than ever. This place does look pretty dodgy..." he added, kicking at a piece of rubble on the floor.
Todd finally seemed to notice Faolan's gesture. "Oi, who're you?" he said, not unkindly, giving the baby a poke in the nose. "You want this? Knock yourself out."
The wand was handed over to the tiny werewolf. Todd didn't care if he wanted it or not- he had no special attraction to the thing. Taylor had just told him to get it out of the house for a while.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 2:04 pm
"Some died?" Huh - where the hell was he when all of this went down!? Part of the pink haird man was glad he missed it - what if one of the hurt and wounded had been Faolan? But if death had happened here - and so nonchalanatly - maybe it wasn't the safest place to be.
It looked as if someone had attempted to make something out of the wreckage, but the debris on the floor and broken glass windows was not a safe haven for a baby or child. It wasn't safe for anyone!
Before D had a chance to say one word, Faolan had wrapped his hand tight around the wand. The wolf child was enchanted by it - not only did it feel similar, but it was shiney. And pointy. And had fun bits attached to it. The boy gave a giggle, delighted by this new toy. "Grwah!" He growled playfully, eyes bright as he shook his wand-held-hand in delight.
D was stunned by the fact that some boy just gave his son a knife~!! Not a knife - a SWORD! Free hand instantly lifted up to better grip the wand. THe pink haired man hadn't a clue that it was a wand - it looked like it needed to be behind glass in a museum! - and could only gape at Todd. "Uh - I mean - er," he stammered, not sure if he wanted to yell at the blonde or beg him to take the sword back!
All he needed was for Faolan to run his hands along the edge and chop off a finger! Or . . or . . . D's imagination began to grow wild. Right now, Faolan was interested in the texture of the handle, though his right hand had yet to release its grip. His other hand was playing with the bits of fabric attached to the edge.
He liked those.
"Uh - interesting choice of item. But, uh, you may want to take it back. I don't want Faolan drooling all over it." His voice was calm, but there was a bit of a spark in his eyes close to hysterics. His son did not need to play with swords.
Chew toys and headphones were one thing - but a SWORD!?
No freaking way.
As if to prove a point, Faolan leaned down and attached the hilt to his mouth. Yummy. It was fun to bite.
D gasped. OK - yeah - time to take the sword away. Gently, carefully, the pink haired man tried to remove his sons teeth from the hilt. One wrong, flailing motion and Faolan could still hit his hand against th edge of the blade.
Holding a baby in one hand, the sword in the other - and yanking it out of his sons mouth was NOT an option - he glanced over at Todd. Yep. A little bit of help might be in order.
((x3 Sorry - I warned you he likes to bite/chew! His teeth are pretty weak though but . . uh. . yeah. Ako's going to kill him someday if he ever remembers being chewed on. Haha! x3 . . . . wand molesting anyone? *bricked*))
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 3:36 pm
"Yeah. Somebody died. Whatever." Todd shrugged nonchalantly. Death wasn't such a big deal, as long as it wasn't happening to him. He couldn't quite see why people kept getting so worked up about it. Like stupid Taylor.
He didn't see why D was getting so anxious either. Ok, so he'd given the kid a sword. So what? If he lost a few fingers or put out an eye, it was his own fault.
"Aww, fine," he said finally, after watching D panic for a few moments. "I don't think drool can hurt it. The thing's been through a lot. C'mere, you little bugger."
He reached over and gripped the hilt, avoiding both werewolf teeth and sharp steel. But he hadn't counted on the fact that the entire thing was well and truly covered with drool at this point.
"Your baby," he said flatly to D, "is bloody drooling on me. Is it planning on stopping anytime soon?" He wiggled the hilt around, trying to get it out of Faolan's teeth, with not much success. It was far too slippery, and Todd was severely lacking in the arm-strength department. He could stab things, not arm-wrestle them.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 5:18 pm
After a good deal of thought (not), sometime to himself (in the company of his friend), and a great deal of time (because he was a slacker), Ashoka finally worked it up in himself to wander back in the general direction of the wand shop. Well, if his mother couldn't help him, the library couldn't help him, and the only help his sister offered was a moldy book, then perhaps, he figured, it was time to backtrack to this Headquarters place. Or whatever.
What he was not expecting was to find it like... this.
Ashoka pulled his coat a little closer around himself, slouching noticeably. Or, well, he hadn't noticed he had been standing so straight in the first place. "Oh ******** Hell." He breathed, tightening his grip on the red wand in his hand. This... this was not good, was it? Well s**t. It hadn't been that long since he'd been here that first time, had it?
The sight of a man and a young boy trying to wrestle a sword out of a baby's mouth didn't make the scene look any better. Actually, it was quite off setting, really. Disturbing, at least. But they looked like they knew what they were doing here. So they were the kind of people he was looking for. He thought. Maybe. Possibly. He thought briefly of asking the man what happened here, weighing it against the risk of looking like a fool for being the only one not too know. Well, he did come here to gather information, so why the heck not?
"Um, excuse me?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 7:49 pm
D kept Faolan firm in one arm, with his other hand still hanging on to the hilt to steady it. As Todd came over, though, he let the man have the hilt and quickly removed his sons hands.
Faolan wasn't pleased, as it appeared his toy was being taken away, and bit down further. HIS! Gold eyes danced from D to Todd, the delighted light suddenly changing in to disgrunteled annoyance. A small growl could be heard rumbling throughout the babys throat, though it only helped serve more drool to run down his mouth, chin, and ultimately the sword.
D felt a twinge of annoyance at the young man known as Todd. What sort of response was that!? Yes, his son was drooling on the sword, but it was Todd's damned fault for giving it to him without asking! "Probably not," D replied cooly, wincing inwardly as the boy wiggled the sword.
ALl Faolan needed was to loose a tooth - great, GREAT! "He's a baby, they drool. Better get used to it." And that was that. He didn't have time to argue with Todd about whether or not Faolan would stop - the concern was getting his sons vice-like jaws off the wand without causign damage.
"Just don't yank it," he warned calmly. "Come on, Faolan - let it go." Reaching up, he attempted to physically remove his sons mouth from the hilt. His teeth weren't dug deep, but they were sharp enough that a few tips *were* dug in.
. . . . well. . . it left no choice.
"Here - why don't we. . ."
And then another entered. Distracted, the pink haired ex-raver looked up at the newcomer. No one he recognized, but there was a wand. "Uh. . yes?" He asked, quirking a brow.
D didn't want to be rude, but he was a bit frustrated by his sons stubborness. "Can we- help . . you?" His attention was quickly drawn back to his son. Deciding that the only way to unlock his sons jaw was to give him a mouthful of wand. . .
well . . so be it.
Releasing Faolan's hands, he grabbed the edge of the hilt, and pressed it closer to his sons mouth. Surprised, Faolan realized there was FAR too much wand to be easily chewed, and it kind of hurt. Releasing his grip, the boy jerked away, face crinkling up in wounded pride and frustration.
Todd now had his sword back, and D didn't have to worry about his son losing an eye.
"Cover your ears," D warned, before it happened.
It started as a pathetic whimper, a whine, and then a full blown out wail. The black-striped baby had been blessed with a set of lungs, oh yes. And the wolfish tantrum was in full place.
D turned Faolan towards him, and began the process of soothing. Reassuring patting of the back, whispers, and rocking.
The howling continued. Faolan wanted his toy back and he wanted it back now.
Thanks Todd. Thanks a lot.
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 10:38 am
"Um, we're a little busy right now," Todd said to Ashoka, barely sparing a glance in the man's direction. There were more important things at hand. Like getting the stupid fuzzy baby to stop slobbering all over him!
Aha. There! The sword popped free, and Todd snatched it back triumpantly, using a handful of his shirt to start wiping the drool off. Unfortunately, this made him a little late in blocking his eardrums.
Faolan's howling resulted in a visible wince, then the sword-wand clattering to the floor as Todd shoved his fingers into his ears.
"What the bloody- what's wrong with this kid?" he grumbled. "Should we give him the sword back? Because he's not getting anything else of mine."
Not like Todd posessed anything a baby could play with without risking mortal flesh wounds.
"Maybe give him that thing," he suggested, gesturing to Ashoka's wand with his elbow. He wasn't going to unplug his ears anytime soon.
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 8:20 pm
Ashoka winced as the infant in the one man's arms let out a monsterous cry, and instinctively covering his ears with the heels of his palms. The red wamd was held securely with three fingers, making sure it didn't drop.
Over the cries of the child, he tried to make himself heard, "Well, I was wondering... if you could..." Ashoka stuttered to a halt, looking at the blond child with indignation. "Pardon?" Well, that came out more like a squeak than anything remotely supposed to be an offended yelp.
Well, his sister did say that the material it was supposed to be made out of was extraordinarily durable. But since when did he believe his sister? He weighed the options briefly, not sure exactly what was the best thing to do.
"Umm..."
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 8:59 pm
Faolan was still pissed as hell that his toy had been forcefully removed from his hand and mouth! That was his chew toy . . . !! His cries were both baby shrieks AND literal howls. Nicely put, he sounded like a dog being put through a paper shredder.
D, having raised his son since being nothing more than a wand, had grown used to it. The cries weren't so much sobbing as it was wailing and noise. He'd learned to decipher the differences between pouty-shrieks and genuine sadness. The screams of this were nothing more than wounded pride.
"No, no," D reassured over the wails, still rocking and cuddling his upset son. "He doesn't need any wands, he has his own!" Stepping closer to the couch, the man fished around the neglected bab carrier. Finding what he needed, D offered both to his baby.
"Here, how 'bout this? Huh? Come on - look at what I got, Faolan. . " D held in his hand a small wand and a wolf plushie. The wolf lookd as if it had seen better days - chew marks and various bits of down were sticking out of it - and the wand looked . . . like a wand, but smaller. Almost like a rattle. A small wolf-tooth and fur were attached to it.
The wolfs howls diminished, for a moment, as the wolf boy grabbed at the toys. He held his own wand in his hands protectively, but ignored the plushie completely. He didn't want soft - he wanted sharp!
For just a moment - relief - until Faolan saw Todd with the sword. His face, tear stained and red from his tantrum, crinkled and twisted in to what looked like another pout.
But then - thank goodness - the baby realized another one was there. Ashoka!
Ears pricked forward, the baby sniffled, clinging tightly to his wand, but his gold yees only on the newomer and the bright red wand. Oooh - who was that and what was that??
An occassional whimper was heard, but Faolan's gold eyes stared only at the newcomer.
Thank. God.
He was awfully cute when he wasn't shrieking. "There we go, that's a good one," D encouraged, wiping away his sons tears with the plushie. A kiss on his head, and D gave an apologetic smile to Todd and the newcomer. "Sorry about that - the perks of having a wolf reborn."
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 1:56 pm
"Come on, it's just a wand thing," Todd complained to Ashoka, over the ear-splitting howls. "This one stabbed shadow monsters or something. I'd let the wolf chew it if Pinky here wasn't going round the bend."
Obviously, he didn't care much about anything that wasn't his. Their wands could break or get drooled on all day, and it wouldn't bother him. And he was more worried about his slobbery fingers then the state of his own wand.
Finally, Todd removed his fingers from his ears as the painful howling faded away, looking carefully at the baby as if it might explode again. "And this is going to turn into one like that?" he asked himself, retrieving the sword-wand and giving it a similar cautious look. "Bloody hell. Taylor's an idiot."
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 5:29 pm
D partially ignored Todd, his priorty still in calming his fussy baby. The little boy was usually quite good so long as he had something to chew on. He giggled, laughed, smiled and could get awfully clingy. But be that as it may, when he was bad? He let the entire world know.
His wails were piercing, and as all they just experienced, quite effective in getting something to be done. Did D spoil him? But of course - what parent didn't? But the pink-haired man could only hope and pray that his son would lose the temper tantrums and howling. The sooner the better. At how . . sensetive Faolan could be sometimes, D doubted his hearing would last much longer.
Patting his son on the back, keeping him nuzzled close to his chest, the blue eyed man finally looked back up at the pair. "I wouldn't say he'd turn out just like this," D added mildly, though his pose turned a bit defensive. He tightened his grip on Faolan, and gave his son another kiss on the head. "I suppose it depends what your wand's past life was. Faolan's was that of a werewolf, so it makes sense that when he wails he wails. But -" he continued, quirking a brow at Todd. "Tantrums are going to be thrown by any baby. Expect to be woken up at all hours of the night, regardless if you're the sole caretaker or not. It's work. It's a lot less sleep, a lot more aggravation, dirty diapers, and less money. But I wouldn't trade Faolan in the world, even if it did mean relief on the ears."
And that, was that.
No matter how frustrated D felt with his son, all it took were those gold eyes staring up at him like he was the best thing since sliced bread. A wag of the tail, the splayed ears, and that happy smile.
It could melt his heart anytime.
But then again, D was a notorious sap.
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 11:14 am
Awww. How cuuuuute. D's devotion to Faolan would have been touching to anyone, except ultra-cynical Todd. The boy rolled his eyes, making a not-too-subtle face.
"Well, this bloody thing-" he waved the wand absently, coming dangerously close to poking the others- "was apparently a vampire. That eats energy. Don't ask me, I don't give a crap. It's not even mine. Taylor just told me to get it out of the house."
"At least it's not a wolf," he added. "Aren't vampires all sneaky and stuff? I dunno what happened to it in the past. But if it's too bloody annoying-" he gave the sword a very meaningful angry glare.
Not that he meant it. Todd just didn't take things very seriously, whether they were babies, wands, or death threats. But it was probably a good thing he wasn't going to be the wand's main guardian.
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 11:51 am
It took Ashoka a good few seconds more than he should have needed to realize that these people were in somewhat of same boat he was - or at least the man with the child was, the blond kid seemed to be insinuating that the sword... wand... thing wasn't his responsibility - minus the fact that they they new what boat they were in. Werewolves, vampires, manticores? Ah, why was he left in a boat with no paddle?
...Yeah, Ashoka was bitter about being in the dark, but he wasn't about to let it show... too much. And the stupid metaphors he was using were reminding him of how alike he was to his mother, and that made him wince outwardly. Great.
He gestured his hands (one of which still held the red wand) awkwardly while he tried to form the proper words for conversation. "Ah, um, your son," because he didn't think that he remembered hearing a name anywhere in there, "he's quite a handfull then?" And if that was any indication of what he would have to deal with eventually... he just hoped the baby that would result from the shiny red wand wouldn't be spitting fireballs like his sister had suggested.
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