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 Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 9:06 pm
Vincent took a deep breath, sitting alone on the stone wall that acted as a fence around his mansion. Well...not his mansion anymore, it legally belonged to Dragonfly and her family now. He never did mention he'd put the mansion soley in her name, and he still sticks to the story of putting his name as the landlord. The narrator disgresses.
For once, he was alone. Completely alone. No Employer to sucker him into babysitting, No Adonis, No Vidya...especially no Vidya. Finally no Vidya!
Why was he alone? Enoh gave him the day off. Why? He had no idea. Did he care? No. Not really...well, not at all. Was he happy? Oh yes, happier than life itself. No babysitting for the first time in...well...ever.
With a content sigh, the stoic gunman leaned back, folding his arms behind his head as he stretched out ontop of the stone wall, fully going to bask in this once-in-a-lifetime change for a day off.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 9:13 pm
"FINE THEN! TAKE HIS SIDE! SEE IF I CARE!" he shouted, before slamming the door in Dragonfly's face, and storming into the backyard.
Tears streamed down the dragon-child's features, and with a cry of pure anger, and frustration he began lashing his wooden sword out at whatever poor underbrush it happened to come upon.
Why was Dragonfly always trying to point out the good things about Tybalt? Couldn't she see that the other was an absolute louse, ruffian, and everything that was wrong in the world?! Lance HATED him! But Dragonfly continued with her opinion of hating was wrong, and when Lance had pointed out that Dragonfly hated Trench-- then things had really gotten ugly.
Thus Lance was where he was. Taking out his frusterations on whatever his sword would connect with, his small chest beginning to heave with effort has he put more force behind his brash swings.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 9:22 pm
Great. Just perfect...now Lance was outside, and obviously very upset.
So much for the Day off.
Heaving a sigh, the gunman sat up, looking down upon the fury-ridden dragon-child. Well, the boy certainly put his everything into what he was doing, that was for sure. The longer Vincent watched the boy, watched him tire himself out...the more he wanted to do something to help him. The gunman was discretely affectionate towards Lance's mother, and thus felt a certain obligation to look after her children as well.
"You're going to tire yourself out. You need to learn how to control your strength." He spoke just loud enough to be certain Lance would hear him. The gunman didn't move from his post on the stone wall. "What is it that provoked this little dragon's wrath?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 9:28 pm
Lance almost jumped out of his reptilian skin at the sound of the other's voice, and quickly wiped away his tears. He scowled at the other, a heavy pout across his features as he continued to breath heavily, having put most of what he had into his ferocious swings.
"SHUT UP!" he shouted, not in the mood to listen to the other's 'suggestions', "What do you care about what I do or why I'm mad? You're just like my mum anyway! You wouldn't understand!"
In all fairness, Vincent might have had a chance of understanding the misfit dragon, but the thought wasn't crossing his mind. He merely thought that since Vincent was another frusterating adult, the other just wouldn't get it!
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 9:36 pm
Vincent's dark eyebrows raised at Lance's outburst. The boy really could get angry! Sighing a bit, he pushed himself off of his stone perch, landing near the dragon on foot and knee with surprising grace. If Lance wanted to play this game, Vincent had no choice but to join in.
"I wouldn't understand? Try me. I dare you. You're acting like you're the only one who hated someone. Why do I care? I have no idea. I really don't think I should be wasting my time with this. But I am. So humor me. Whats got you so upset?"
His red eyes had narrowed on the boy, the gunman placing his lithe hands on his narrow hips.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 9:49 pm
Lance's scowl deepend as the other talked down to him. He glared loathingly at Vincent for a moment, before his gaze dropped to the ground and he kicked the nearest rock as hard as he could. It sailed in a somewhat graceful arc towards the stone wall, and with a loud crack, broke into thousands of pieces as it collided with the stronger stonework.
Lance then turned to Vincent once more, scowling up at the other again, and pouting.
"Mum doesn't understand why I hate Tybalt so much. He's a pirate an' everything he believes in revolves around stealing and rape! I hate him, and when mum says that I should be friends with him I tried to explain why it doesn't work and then we started yelling at each other and now I'm here,"
His red eyes continued to glare as he gazed up at the other, though he was intimidated by the other's presence, and the frantic swish of his tail showed this.
"And if Dragonfly would just LISTEN to me for TWO minutes she'd understand!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2005 1:19 pm
Vincent didn't move his crimson gaze from Lance, though he could very well see the rock through his peripheral vision. Impressive. The kid had power, but he lacked the discipline to control it. One day he'd have to correct this but...this was his day off, damnit! Shaking his head a bit, the gunman moved, sitting down infront of Lance so he could be a little closer in height...it seemed less intimidating that way; after all, now that the dragon had answered him, he had no need to be intimidating.
"Tybalt. Thats the Multi-coloured featherduster?" Vincent's only memory of the pirate was when he was an infant. Normally he'd know more about him, but the gunman had long since stopped storing the information Vidya passed to him...unless it was really important. That was rare, however.
"Lance..." Vincent started uncertainly...he'd never really had to comfort a child like this before. That was Enoh or Mieke's job. "I think your Mother tries to find only the good in people...and heck, maybe she hopes that hanging around you will change him. That might be why she wants you to be friends with him." He paused again, figuring he was doing alright so far with this...explaining things to children... thing. "Ah, one day she'll get it. Just...remember to never throw something back on the same topic...that makes things worse." It was a useful piece of advice, or so he figured.
"In anycase. Has your Mum enrolled you in any fighting schools?" Lets get on a topic I know about, rather than dwell on something I can't help.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2005 2:54 pm
Lance still held his sword in one hand, and his breathing was beginning to steady, and he glared at Vincent again, before pouting.
"Yes the stupid feather duster," he snapped, swishing his tail behind him.
Even the thought of Tybalt made him angry! The stupid bird thought he knew everything! Someone needed to kick his a** down a good notch or two...
"Tybalt is too stuck up to ever take a hint from anybody. Not even Vidya! He'll always be the same. I hate him!"
He sighed, and nodded a bit though at the second part of what Vincent had to say. Dragonfly had gotten really angry over him pointing out that she had the same feelings...
"Guess you're right," he mumbled, before kicking something else in the grass, though not nearly anywhere near as hard as before.
He didn't answer Vincent right away, and after a moment he sighed, and shook his head.
"She keeps saying she's been meaning to, but then she gets busy and goes away to spend time on Cetalu and... She just... She never seems to have time for me,"
He put a hand on his upper arm, and rubbed self conciously at the skin he found there, his gaze falling once again to stare at the ground.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2005 7:51 pm
Vincent briefly wondered if Lance knew what had transpired at Nio and Enoh's wedding. Tybalt had stolen some wine and gave it to the tale siblings...and while Vidya managed to not drink what her precious Captain was drinking, Adonis had gotten piss drunk. A slow smirk formed on his lips. If he didn't know, Vincent wouldn't bring it up. He doubted that would be something Lance shouldn't hear.
He was right? Wow...maybe he was better at this than he thought. However impressed at himself he was, it never showed on his face; he remained as stoic as ever, his glass crimson eyes focused on the red eyes of the dragon...or at least attempting to.
"Meaning to? Huh." Dragonfly worked at Shin-Ra Headquarters with Enoh, he was positive...so why was it so hard for her to hire a trainer? Enoh managed to do it, and word was going around that the shifter wanted to quit. "Well then, we should fix that. You need to learn to fight, or you're never going to beat Tybalt. If you so desire, I'll train you. That is...if your mother and Enoh agree."
The gunman sighed. This was his day off, and here he was, ready to become Lance's personal trainer. In a move so unlike the gunman, he held his right hand out to the boy, as if expecting him to take it. "I'll handle Enoh, so lets go ask your Mother."
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2005 8:25 pm
Lance had absolutely no idea what had happened at the wedding, having been unable to go because he had had to help his mother scrounge at her old Durem apartment.
Secretly Dragonfly was still searching for a new place, feeling like such a burden to the stoic gunman, and having absolutely no idea that the other had signed his estate in her name.
"She pays as much attention to me as a wall does," he mumbled, his shoulders slumping. Even his tail drooped, and the poor dragon boy looked as though he was in quite the state.
"But okay... We'll go talk to her. I'm still mad at her though!"
Lance pouted up at Vincent for a moment, before smiling softly, and taking the other's hand.
"Marcus says you an' my mum are twitterpated. Like in Bambi, y'know?"
He looked up at Vincent, and tilted his head, expecting the other to immedietly know what he was talking about.
"My mum looks at you funny," he elaborated, before laughing softly, "I hope I never get that way. It's silly,"
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2005 9:29 pm
"Ah, It'll pass. She has a lot on her mind right now." He muttered his words, his final attempt at making the boy feel better about the situation. As Lance accepted his hand, Vincent curled his slender digits around the smaller claws, leading him back towards the house.
"Twitterpatted?" Vincent asked almost curiously, looking down at Lance. He'd watched Bambi once with Mieke and Vidya, so it was safe to say he knew what twitterpatted was. "Yes, I know." She looks at him funny? His free hand absently raised to his neck; he still wore the necklace she'd given to him, even if it was hidden under his clothing. "I..see.." He murmured softly, lightly opening the sliding door that led back into the mansion, letting Lance enter first before following suit.
"Dragonfly?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2005 9:48 pm
"A lot of it revolving around you I'll bet," Lance replied with a sly smile, his crimson eyes flicking up to lock with the other's.
Though he was only a child, he still knew a thing or two about observing other's actions.
"Yes! Twitterpated!" Lance laughed, grinning lopsidedly, his mood obviously improving. He smiled knowingly up at Vincent, before ushering himself in the door, and looking around to find his mother.
Dragonfly twisted on a dime at the sound of Vincent's voice, and it was obvious that she had been fretting about what had transpired between her and Lance. A poor, now mangled rag was twisted in her hands, as she had been using it to take out her frusterations, and had been waiting for Lance to cool down before she confronted the dragon boy again.
She set the rag down on the table, and walked over to Vincent and Lance, though, for the moment disregarding Vincent to kneel before Lance. She reached out to run her fingers through the child's green hair, and looked him firmly in the eyes.
"Lance, I'm sorry. I can understand that you won't get along with Tybalt, and not everyone will get along with you. You were right, and I'm sorry,
She smiled to Lance, before pulling him into a tight hug, and the dragon boy couldn't help but nuzzle into his mother's shoulder. Apparently though, the hug lasted too long for Lance, and he began to squirm, struggling out of Dragonfly's grasp.
"Mum, Vincent and I want to talk to you about something," he said after pulling away from her.
"Oh?" she murmered, raising an eyebrow as she stood up, only a few inches shorter than Vincent, "And what would that be...?
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 1:00 pm
"You don't even know what 'twitterpated' is, I bet." Vincent murmured, rolling his eyes. He'd never admit it, but he was relatively pleased by the dragon's words. Relatively.
He had stepped back when Dragonfly apologized, and he watched silently from the sidelines at the interaction between Author and Tale. If Vincent had been the type to say 'I told you so', he probably would have said it right there and then. But as it were...he remained still and observant, not even a hint of a smile on his stoic features. When the attention was turned partially back to him, the gunman nodded slowly.
"His training. Lance tells me you haven't found a school for him yet." He started slowly, glancing down at Lance. He knew he twisted the words around a little bit, but it was much better than what had really been said. Vincent then fixed his red eyes on the slightly shorter woman before him, watching her for any form of reaction. "If you'll allow me, I'll train him."
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 1:11 pm
The softest of frowns crossed her features. Not because she was against what Vincent suggested, but because she realized that she was being a tad bit... Neglectful.
And that was hardly how a parent should be.
"No..." she murmered, dropping her head a bit and frowning in thought, "No, I haven't. You're right..."
She blinked a bit at what Vincent presented as a solution, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at both gunman and dragon.
"Reeally Vincent?" she said, the softest of smiles spreading across her features, "Well. If Enoh agrees, I think that would be quite adequete. Far more convenient, I'd say,"
She watched as Lance's features lit up, and a lopsided grin spread across his features.
"YAY!" he yelled gleefully, jumping into the air, and throwing his hands up.
"It's not a sure thing yet, Lance. We still need Enoh's permission, remember?" Dragonfly chided, not wanting to get the boy's hopes up. She didn't see any reason Enoh wouldn't allow this, but one could never say for sure...
"Oh. Right," Lance said, calming down a bit, though the grin never left his face, "Can we go find Enoh now?"
"I'm not sure if she's home, but we can look, yes," Dragonfly replied, reaching down and picking Lance up.
Though she was small framed, and Lance was almost up to her waist, somehow she still managed to carry the boy around.
"Mrss. Loooooooooove~" Lance called through the big house as Dragonfly carried him around it, looking in all the usual Enoh-finding places.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 2:56 pm
"She won't mind." Vincent murmured softly, since he didn't get the chance to stop Dragonfly before she took off with Lance. Sighing, he followed after the pair, figuring he should be there since he was the one that was going to do the training.
Enoh however, wasn't in one of her usual places. Instead, she was wandering around the library in the mansion, having come across it by pure accident. Normally, she wouldn't have heard a word of anything around her...but Lance's call of "Mrs Love" instantly caught her attention. The shapeshifter moved out of the library and followed the calls, coming across the trio. "Yes?"
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