Monday Banshee
Nov. 30th, 2009 01:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2So, I thought I'd try stuffing in a bit more fic for November. I had a holiday fic idea, but it managed to get under the sofa before I could catch it. >.< If I'm quiet, maybe it'll come out and I can net it. ^____^ Or maybe it will meet up with the other holiday fic ideas and start mating under there... O_o
BFB - Part 102 - Good Vamp Hunting
I parked in the lot next to the cellphone provider that Heero used. My phone is also on his account, so I figured they wouldn’t try to screw us. Not if I invoked the magic words “I’ll speak to Heero Yuy…” Amazing what those words will accomplish with certain businesses in town.
I could also drop “Wizard Q” for almost the same effect. People begin to sweat when Q is mentioned, but they begin to sweat *and* turn pale when Heero is referred to. And yes; of course it’s petty to do that, but sometimes you just have to bring out the big guns with sales people and complaint desks.
The cellphone salesman was eager and pushy and did a good job of confusing the hell out of both of us. He must have been new, because he didn’t react when I mentioned Heero’s name, much to my annoyance. A passing staff member did, though, and within a minute the store manager was elbowing the new guy out of the way and grinning at me like a nervous Cheshire cat.
It took a couple of minutes of pleasantries regarding the health of and our satisfaction with my phone and Heero’s before I was finally able to explain what Ctik needed. The original sales-bot hovered looking annoyed, but he wasn’t stupid enough to argue with his boss. The sale went smoothly after that; Ctik picked out a simple phone, allowing that he would like to get comfortable with the technology before diving into the world of photos, texting and internet capability. We were able to set up the account and the automatic payments without any drama, and as an afterthought I asked them to link it temporarily with Heero’s account, just so that I could make sure Ctik wasn’t being charged for any extraneous crap. Even fear of Heero and Q doesn’t guarantee total honesty.
Per my unanticipated battery concern, Ctik’s phone would need to charge to be usable. I plugged it into the car charger and then dialed Gisela’s number on my phone and handed it to Ctik with a smile. I left him with the car and my phone and let him have the privacy to get sentimental with his family. I spent twenty minutes walking around the mall, gathering some more ideas in the process. I was on my way back to the car, when Ctik met me. He looked much happier as he returned my phone.
“Thank you, Duo. My worries and Gisela’s are greatly relieved now.”
“Great! I was pretty sure you could work out anything with a little conversation.”
He sighed and flashed that killer grin. “Michael tells me you asked about the gargoyles.”
“Well, I don’t figure an amusement park needs to have genuine antique stone gargoyles, and you might feel like displaying them yourself some day.”
“I just might do that, if the property allows for it,” he agreed. “They would be out of place on one of these modern buildings, but perhaps in a garden. Or perhaps a museum somewhere would like a few.”
“Ooooh…! Good idea!” I laughed. I’d had another idea while cruising the mall. “Ctik, I don’t want to get too personal here…”
“Oh, please; feel free to get as personal as you like,” he shot back archly. “Mmm… Perhaps not *that* personal.”
Yeah, Heero might not approve of “*that* personal”.
“Uh, yeah. What I was wondering… Do you have any other clothing with you? Or is this it?”
He looked down at himself and sighed. “This is it, I am afraid. I did not have time to pack. Am I looking unkempt?”
“Not unkempt; no. Just sort of… um…”
“Scruffy?”
“Well… yeah. Not bad, though. You wouldn’t get barred from any of the casual places, but some of the more up-scale establishments…” I shrugged apologetically.
“And I am slowly collecting grime,” he added with a wry smile. “What would you recommend?”
“Maybe just some new jeans and shirts? I can arrange for the Castle laundry to clean these.” I felt like I was channeling one of those TV makeover programs. Ctik didn’t need making over, though, just some options.
“That seems a very good idea. I wonder,” he began slowly. “Do you think I could beg the use of the Castle baths one of these nights? I realize Lord Q might insist that I have a chaperone…”
“Dirt not sticking to vampires is another creative license, right?”
“I am afraid so,” he shrugged.
“I’ll ask him when he gets back tomorrow. I don’t see why it can’t be worked out.”
“Thank you. There is only so much one can do with paper towels and a lavatory sink.”
“Been there, done that,” I agreed. “Would rather not do it again.”
In the men’s department of one of the clothing stores we picked out two pairs of jeans and two woven shirts, plus a package of socks. I wasn’t even going to ask if vampires wore underwear. After leaving the store, I suggested a stop at one of the magical shops for a bottomless bag. It would make sense for any other purchases he might make. We found a tidy little pouch that would hold all his clothing purchases and leave room for plenty more. Ctik flirted with the cashier, as well; a 30-something Witch with neon purple hair and a bubbly giggle.
He also asked if there were any boot makers in town and I had to think for a moment. My Banshee-style boots come from a shop in Ireland, recommended by Teal, and my sneakers are whatever is on sale, but I do have a pair of cowboy boots; a gift from Trowa and Wufei for my birthday.
“There are some non-magical stores that carry boots. I assume you mean real leather?”
He stared at me. “Boots are made of something other than leather?”
“Oh, yeah. Lots of synthetic materials out there these days.”
He shuddered slightly. “No, thank you. I prefer genuine animal hide. They do still use that?”
“Absolutely.” I set a course for the nearest Boot World shop.
Ctik walked out twenty minutes later wearing a really spiffy pair of Tony Lama boots. He was absolutely charmed by the notion of footwear made of ostrich and couldn’t look at anything else. I offered him the name of the cobbler in Ireland for the future, but he allowed as how ready-made was more than acceptable. He kept staring down at the new boots as we crossed the parking lot.
“I had never even heard of an ostrich a hundred years ago,” he said thoughtfully. “The very notion of a man-sized flightless bird would have been fantastic when I was young. Something from a Greek legend.” He suddenly laughed. “Do you know, I have wanted for years to visit Australia. I would like to meet a platypus!”
“Huh. I wouldn’t mind meeting one myself,” I smiled. “Have you been to zoos? I know they keep daylight hours, but some have night tours during the summer.”
“I have… availed myself of the opportunities to observe the nocturnal animals on occasion. The children have been helpful with photographs and films and now the computers allow almost constant viewing.” He fastened his seatbelt without prompting. “It’s not the same as being able to touch them, though. I have always loved animals.”
Hmm… Maybe I could manage for him to have a cat or a dog as well as a Human companion.
BFB - Part 102 - Good Vamp Hunting
I parked in the lot next to the cellphone provider that Heero used. My phone is also on his account, so I figured they wouldn’t try to screw us. Not if I invoked the magic words “I’ll speak to Heero Yuy…” Amazing what those words will accomplish with certain businesses in town.
I could also drop “Wizard Q” for almost the same effect. People begin to sweat when Q is mentioned, but they begin to sweat *and* turn pale when Heero is referred to. And yes; of course it’s petty to do that, but sometimes you just have to bring out the big guns with sales people and complaint desks.
The cellphone salesman was eager and pushy and did a good job of confusing the hell out of both of us. He must have been new, because he didn’t react when I mentioned Heero’s name, much to my annoyance. A passing staff member did, though, and within a minute the store manager was elbowing the new guy out of the way and grinning at me like a nervous Cheshire cat.
It took a couple of minutes of pleasantries regarding the health of and our satisfaction with my phone and Heero’s before I was finally able to explain what Ctik needed. The original sales-bot hovered looking annoyed, but he wasn’t stupid enough to argue with his boss. The sale went smoothly after that; Ctik picked out a simple phone, allowing that he would like to get comfortable with the technology before diving into the world of photos, texting and internet capability. We were able to set up the account and the automatic payments without any drama, and as an afterthought I asked them to link it temporarily with Heero’s account, just so that I could make sure Ctik wasn’t being charged for any extraneous crap. Even fear of Heero and Q doesn’t guarantee total honesty.
Per my unanticipated battery concern, Ctik’s phone would need to charge to be usable. I plugged it into the car charger and then dialed Gisela’s number on my phone and handed it to Ctik with a smile. I left him with the car and my phone and let him have the privacy to get sentimental with his family. I spent twenty minutes walking around the mall, gathering some more ideas in the process. I was on my way back to the car, when Ctik met me. He looked much happier as he returned my phone.
“Thank you, Duo. My worries and Gisela’s are greatly relieved now.”
“Great! I was pretty sure you could work out anything with a little conversation.”
He sighed and flashed that killer grin. “Michael tells me you asked about the gargoyles.”
“Well, I don’t figure an amusement park needs to have genuine antique stone gargoyles, and you might feel like displaying them yourself some day.”
“I just might do that, if the property allows for it,” he agreed. “They would be out of place on one of these modern buildings, but perhaps in a garden. Or perhaps a museum somewhere would like a few.”
“Ooooh…! Good idea!” I laughed. I’d had another idea while cruising the mall. “Ctik, I don’t want to get too personal here…”
“Oh, please; feel free to get as personal as you like,” he shot back archly. “Mmm… Perhaps not *that* personal.”
Yeah, Heero might not approve of “*that* personal”.
“Uh, yeah. What I was wondering… Do you have any other clothing with you? Or is this it?”
He looked down at himself and sighed. “This is it, I am afraid. I did not have time to pack. Am I looking unkempt?”
“Not unkempt; no. Just sort of… um…”
“Scruffy?”
“Well… yeah. Not bad, though. You wouldn’t get barred from any of the casual places, but some of the more up-scale establishments…” I shrugged apologetically.
“And I am slowly collecting grime,” he added with a wry smile. “What would you recommend?”
“Maybe just some new jeans and shirts? I can arrange for the Castle laundry to clean these.” I felt like I was channeling one of those TV makeover programs. Ctik didn’t need making over, though, just some options.
“That seems a very good idea. I wonder,” he began slowly. “Do you think I could beg the use of the Castle baths one of these nights? I realize Lord Q might insist that I have a chaperone…”
“Dirt not sticking to vampires is another creative license, right?”
“I am afraid so,” he shrugged.
“I’ll ask him when he gets back tomorrow. I don’t see why it can’t be worked out.”
“Thank you. There is only so much one can do with paper towels and a lavatory sink.”
“Been there, done that,” I agreed. “Would rather not do it again.”
In the men’s department of one of the clothing stores we picked out two pairs of jeans and two woven shirts, plus a package of socks. I wasn’t even going to ask if vampires wore underwear. After leaving the store, I suggested a stop at one of the magical shops for a bottomless bag. It would make sense for any other purchases he might make. We found a tidy little pouch that would hold all his clothing purchases and leave room for plenty more. Ctik flirted with the cashier, as well; a 30-something Witch with neon purple hair and a bubbly giggle.
He also asked if there were any boot makers in town and I had to think for a moment. My Banshee-style boots come from a shop in Ireland, recommended by Teal, and my sneakers are whatever is on sale, but I do have a pair of cowboy boots; a gift from Trowa and Wufei for my birthday.
“There are some non-magical stores that carry boots. I assume you mean real leather?”
He stared at me. “Boots are made of something other than leather?”
“Oh, yeah. Lots of synthetic materials out there these days.”
He shuddered slightly. “No, thank you. I prefer genuine animal hide. They do still use that?”
“Absolutely.” I set a course for the nearest Boot World shop.
Ctik walked out twenty minutes later wearing a really spiffy pair of Tony Lama boots. He was absolutely charmed by the notion of footwear made of ostrich and couldn’t look at anything else. I offered him the name of the cobbler in Ireland for the future, but he allowed as how ready-made was more than acceptable. He kept staring down at the new boots as we crossed the parking lot.
“I had never even heard of an ostrich a hundred years ago,” he said thoughtfully. “The very notion of a man-sized flightless bird would have been fantastic when I was young. Something from a Greek legend.” He suddenly laughed. “Do you know, I have wanted for years to visit Australia. I would like to meet a platypus!”
“Huh. I wouldn’t mind meeting one myself,” I smiled. “Have you been to zoos? I know they keep daylight hours, but some have night tours during the summer.”
“I have… availed myself of the opportunities to observe the nocturnal animals on occasion. The children have been helpful with photographs and films and now the computers allow almost constant viewing.” He fastened his seatbelt without prompting. “It’s not the same as being able to touch them, though. I have always loved animals.”
Hmm… Maybe I could manage for him to have a cat or a dog as well as a Human companion.
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wow, am I first?
Date: 2009-12-01 01:19 am (UTC)Re: wow, am I first?
Date: 2009-12-01 04:49 am (UTC)^____^
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Date: 2009-12-01 01:40 am (UTC)*imagines the conversation duo would have with a platypus* I wonder if they're doleful creatures? Or perhaps they think they're just special?
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Date: 2009-12-01 04:51 am (UTC)They always look rather cheerful to me, but that may just be the shape of the 'beak'... Maybe they'd complain about how the neighborhood has gone to hell since all those Humans moved in. *snerk!*
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Date: 2009-12-01 04:55 am (UTC)Bubba's under the damn sofa with the holiday fic ideas. >.< I'm not sure if he's trying to gain their trust or fomenting a revolution... The hamsters want nothing to do with him. O_o
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Date: 2009-12-03 03:00 am (UTC)I heard a cork pop at 0300 this morning... O_o
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Date: 2009-12-01 03:52 am (UTC)I rather liked this one. Ctik is such a cutie vampire :D
lawl Yes I doubt Heero would allow Ctik to get too personal with his Banshee -snerks-
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Date: 2009-12-01 04:57 am (UTC)Good thing he knows not to look too hard at Duo. ^___^
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Date: 2009-12-04 03:15 am (UTC)Duo is proving quite resourceful, but at this rate Heero will be too afraid to ever go out of town again...
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