Saturday Banshee
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lavandarlizard2Sooooo...
Here we go with something new. (OMG!!! Holy crap!!!) Yeah, I'm kind of surprised myself... ^___^
As an excuse, I've had nothing but interruptions for the past two months. And when I wasn't being interrupted, my characters were rewriting their damn scripts. >.< I swear, there are times when I want to smack the shit out of Quatre Winner with a large stick. Contrary little fucker. >_>
Anyway... we finally reached a bit of detente, for this part, at least. Stay tuned to see if I write him a damn death scene in retaliation. =P
BFB – Part 104 – Freaky
While I was inhaling my lunch (Estaban had made a lunch run to a tiny, hole-in-the-wall Mexican place in California) Raia called with a message. Ovalia, the Were-Tiger, wanted to talk to me about Farquahar, she said. She offered to call back for me and put her off, if I was too busy, but I was curious.
Ovalia has been an absolute rock for Farq since we let him return home. He has the minder for six months, as a kind of probation, but Ovalia got acquainted with his animals and fell in love with them. I do wonder if that affection extends to Farq; given his tidier look earlier in the week, I’m inclined to feel hopeful. I don’t know if demons and Weres ever pair off – not counting Trowa and Zeph in that group – or if I’m just having matchmaking fits again.
My conversation with Ovalia turned out to be pretty one-sided. The Were-Tiger was more than annoyed and barely gave me a chance to make agreeable noises. I have to admit that I wasn't entirely sure what the problem was, except that she was upset with the minder and wanted me to do some kind of intervention. She even snarled a few times, sounding even more fierce than Trowa did while in his Puma form. Of course, her tiger is considerably larger than Trowa's puma. I figured I could at least make a call and then check the whole thing out in a day or two. I didn't think Ovalia would do anything stupid and Farq is too scared of Wufei and Heero – especially Heero – to jeopardize his probation.
I managed to cut in after about twenty minutes. “Ovalia. Ovalia! I'm really jammed for time right now, but I'll call the probation office and see what's going on. I don't think I can do anything else until Monday.”
She was quiet for a moment and I almost started apologizing, but she came back more calmly. “I'm sorry. I know you've got a big assignment. I just... I just want someone to know what's going on here. The demon does not deserve to be treated this way; he really doesn't,” she said quietly.
And that started the guilt. I sighed and gave in. “I know. I'll call and tell Probation there's a problem and they need to send a supervisor. And I'll call you tonight to see what they said or did.”
“Thank you, Duo,” she sighed. “I really am sorry for bothering you, but... It's just not right.”
“No problem. I'm sorry I can't deal with it personally at the moment, but Ms Cranky Badger is kind of fond of… the demon.”
“Okay...” She sounded different suddenly; younger or maybe uncertain.
“One way or another, I'll see you on Monday,” I promised. I hung up then, because I had the awful feeling that the Were-Tiger was about to cry. Damn. How unsettling. I definitely needed to check on them next week.
While I was trying to convince myself that the job at hand was more important, Enrique appeared next to me.
“Ready to return to battle, Banshee?” he smiled.
I summoned a wry grin for him. “You know, the best thing I can think of right now, is that no one is trying to poison my drink. How idiotic is that?”
His expression sharpened and he sat down. “Duo. What is wrong?”
I rubbed my forehead and sighed. “Apparently, there's something fomenting at Farq's place. Ovalia called me and... well... vented quite strongly. I need to call Cranky Badger and ask her to check on him.”
“Is that idiot breaking rules again?” he demanded.
“I don't think so. It seems to be the minder who's pissing off the Were-Tiger. Why this week, Rique? Why is everything happening this week?” I whined plaintively.
The Elf snickered at me and poked my shoulder. “Because that is the way the world works. It's a rule.”
“I'd like it to stop,” I muttered, starting to dial, then stopping when I miss-dialed a number.
He snickered again and patted my shoulder. “I will hold off the Humans while you gird your loins.” He disappeared into the house again.
Here we go with something new. (OMG!!! Holy crap!!!) Yeah, I'm kind of surprised myself... ^___^
As an excuse, I've had nothing but interruptions for the past two months. And when I wasn't being interrupted, my characters were rewriting their damn scripts. >.< I swear, there are times when I want to smack the shit out of Quatre Winner with a large stick. Contrary little fucker. >_>
Anyway... we finally reached a bit of detente, for this part, at least. Stay tuned to see if I write him a damn death scene in retaliation. =P
BFB – Part 104 – Freaky
While I was inhaling my lunch (Estaban had made a lunch run to a tiny, hole-in-the-wall Mexican place in California) Raia called with a message. Ovalia, the Were-Tiger, wanted to talk to me about Farquahar, she said. She offered to call back for me and put her off, if I was too busy, but I was curious.
Ovalia has been an absolute rock for Farq since we let him return home. He has the minder for six months, as a kind of probation, but Ovalia got acquainted with his animals and fell in love with them. I do wonder if that affection extends to Farq; given his tidier look earlier in the week, I’m inclined to feel hopeful. I don’t know if demons and Weres ever pair off – not counting Trowa and Zeph in that group – or if I’m just having matchmaking fits again.
My conversation with Ovalia turned out to be pretty one-sided. The Were-Tiger was more than annoyed and barely gave me a chance to make agreeable noises. I have to admit that I wasn't entirely sure what the problem was, except that she was upset with the minder and wanted me to do some kind of intervention. She even snarled a few times, sounding even more fierce than Trowa did while in his Puma form. Of course, her tiger is considerably larger than Trowa's puma. I figured I could at least make a call and then check the whole thing out in a day or two. I didn't think Ovalia would do anything stupid and Farq is too scared of Wufei and Heero – especially Heero – to jeopardize his probation.
I managed to cut in after about twenty minutes. “Ovalia. Ovalia! I'm really jammed for time right now, but I'll call the probation office and see what's going on. I don't think I can do anything else until Monday.”
She was quiet for a moment and I almost started apologizing, but she came back more calmly. “I'm sorry. I know you've got a big assignment. I just... I just want someone to know what's going on here. The demon does not deserve to be treated this way; he really doesn't,” she said quietly.
And that started the guilt. I sighed and gave in. “I know. I'll call and tell Probation there's a problem and they need to send a supervisor. And I'll call you tonight to see what they said or did.”
“Thank you, Duo,” she sighed. “I really am sorry for bothering you, but... It's just not right.”
“No problem. I'm sorry I can't deal with it personally at the moment, but Ms Cranky Badger is kind of fond of… the demon.”
“Okay...” She sounded different suddenly; younger or maybe uncertain.
“One way or another, I'll see you on Monday,” I promised. I hung up then, because I had the awful feeling that the Were-Tiger was about to cry. Damn. How unsettling. I definitely needed to check on them next week.
While I was trying to convince myself that the job at hand was more important, Enrique appeared next to me.
“Ready to return to battle, Banshee?” he smiled.
I summoned a wry grin for him. “You know, the best thing I can think of right now, is that no one is trying to poison my drink. How idiotic is that?”
His expression sharpened and he sat down. “Duo. What is wrong?”
I rubbed my forehead and sighed. “Apparently, there's something fomenting at Farq's place. Ovalia called me and... well... vented quite strongly. I need to call Cranky Badger and ask her to check on him.”
“Is that idiot breaking rules again?” he demanded.
“I don't think so. It seems to be the minder who's pissing off the Were-Tiger. Why this week, Rique? Why is everything happening this week?” I whined plaintively.
The Elf snickered at me and poked my shoulder. “Because that is the way the world works. It's a rule.”
“I'd like it to stop,” I muttered, starting to dial, then stopping when I miss-dialed a number.
He snickered again and patted my shoulder. “I will hold off the Humans while you gird your loins.” He disappeared into the house again.
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Date: 2013-02-01 10:59 pm (UTC)Yeah,
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