Wednesday Banshee
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lavandarlizard2Here we go! This part (104 that is) is almost done! Wooohooooo!
BFB – Part 104 – Freaky
It took an embarrassing length of time for me to get my brain engaged again. Holy crap on toast... I zapped myself. Talk about mega-embarrassing... Then again, probably better me taking the backwash than killing someone. Probably. I may change my mind later on that one.
I finally got my mouth rinsed out; geez, but dirt is disgusting. I was half-reclining against Ovalia; I tried to sit up, but her tail came around and settled me back.
“No, you don't. You are not getting up until you stop shaking.” I started to deny it, but she snorted. “I can feel it, Banshee. Every breath you take.”
“Oh.” Not much argument to that. And it was kind of comfortable, lounging on a warm furry recliner. “I feel like a pasha or something.”
“Huh. My kind used to eat their kind, back in the day.”
“Kinda looked like you might be taking it up again when I arrived.”
“I was totally thinking about it. That woman is just horrible.” She shook her head. “Probably give me food poisoning, though.”
She gave another deep growl. “I can't believe she argued with you like that! I expect it toward me and Farq, but you're MIO! How dare she?!”
“Pretty well, I'd say. Damn, I am really going nuclear on her ass when I get back. No way does she belong in the Probation section. She probably sends the offenders back to offending!”
“Ovalia. Duo,” called Ctik from the porch. “Would you like some iced tea? It's almost ready.”
“You ready to move?” said my comfy lounger.
“Yeah. Tea sounds good right now.” I scrambled to my feet and then almost face-planted into the dirt again. Ovalia caught me. “Um... I'm ready, but my legs seem to be... not so ready?”
She chuckled. “Here; climb on.”
I blinked at her, then draped myself over her back and swung one leg over. Heh. Riding a tiger, indeed.
“I think my last cub weighed more than you,” she snickered and paced carefully over to the house.
Ctik came down and scooped me up like a sack of potatoes and deposited me in the porch swing. Comfortable?” he smirked at me.
“I'm never going to live down the tiger ride, am I?”
Ovalia laughed brightly. “Of course not! Where would the fun be in that?”
Farq handed me a glass of iced tea, complete with lemon twist and a spring of mint. I must have looked startled.
“Um... I worked as a bartender for a while. Not in Fresno.”
I blinked.
The demon has unplumbed depths...
I drank my tea and contemplated how to word my report on the fuckwit Wizard. I didn't think I could do it without using “inappropriate” language. I might have to ask Heero or Q for help on this one. Oh, right. I would have to report to Q when I got back. Crap. Even worse, I would have to call Jake. I could just feel the drama rising off me like swamp gas. “Damn,” I muttered.
“What's wrong?” Ovalia asked gently.
“Just thinking about how many people are going to lose their shit over this. And I still have to find a place for Ctik.” She frowned, and I explained my current assignment.
She glanced over at Ctik and Farq, chatting quietly. “Gentlemen,” she murmured, and they hastily joined us. “Would you like to tell Duo now?”
They looked at me, then at each other, then Ctik spoke. “We've been talking and we may be able to solve all our problems...” he smiled. Farq stood just at his elbow, grinning and nodding like a bobble-head doll. “This is how.”
BFB – Part 104 – Freaky
It took an embarrassing length of time for me to get my brain engaged again. Holy crap on toast... I zapped myself. Talk about mega-embarrassing... Then again, probably better me taking the backwash than killing someone. Probably. I may change my mind later on that one.
I finally got my mouth rinsed out; geez, but dirt is disgusting. I was half-reclining against Ovalia; I tried to sit up, but her tail came around and settled me back.
“No, you don't. You are not getting up until you stop shaking.” I started to deny it, but she snorted. “I can feel it, Banshee. Every breath you take.”
“Oh.” Not much argument to that. And it was kind of comfortable, lounging on a warm furry recliner. “I feel like a pasha or something.”
“Huh. My kind used to eat their kind, back in the day.”
“Kinda looked like you might be taking it up again when I arrived.”
“I was totally thinking about it. That woman is just horrible.” She shook her head. “Probably give me food poisoning, though.”
She gave another deep growl. “I can't believe she argued with you like that! I expect it toward me and Farq, but you're MIO! How dare she?!”
“Pretty well, I'd say. Damn, I am really going nuclear on her ass when I get back. No way does she belong in the Probation section. She probably sends the offenders back to offending!”
“Ovalia. Duo,” called Ctik from the porch. “Would you like some iced tea? It's almost ready.”
“You ready to move?” said my comfy lounger.
“Yeah. Tea sounds good right now.” I scrambled to my feet and then almost face-planted into the dirt again. Ovalia caught me. “Um... I'm ready, but my legs seem to be... not so ready?”
She chuckled. “Here; climb on.”
I blinked at her, then draped myself over her back and swung one leg over. Heh. Riding a tiger, indeed.
“I think my last cub weighed more than you,” she snickered and paced carefully over to the house.
Ctik came down and scooped me up like a sack of potatoes and deposited me in the porch swing. Comfortable?” he smirked at me.
“I'm never going to live down the tiger ride, am I?”
Ovalia laughed brightly. “Of course not! Where would the fun be in that?”
Farq handed me a glass of iced tea, complete with lemon twist and a spring of mint. I must have looked startled.
“Um... I worked as a bartender for a while. Not in Fresno.”
I blinked.
The demon has unplumbed depths...
I drank my tea and contemplated how to word my report on the fuckwit Wizard. I didn't think I could do it without using “inappropriate” language. I might have to ask Heero or Q for help on this one. Oh, right. I would have to report to Q when I got back. Crap. Even worse, I would have to call Jake. I could just feel the drama rising off me like swamp gas. “Damn,” I muttered.
“What's wrong?” Ovalia asked gently.
“Just thinking about how many people are going to lose their shit over this. And I still have to find a place for Ctik.” She frowned, and I explained my current assignment.
She glanced over at Ctik and Farq, chatting quietly. “Gentlemen,” she murmured, and they hastily joined us. “Would you like to tell Duo now?”
They looked at me, then at each other, then Ctik spoke. “We've been talking and we may be able to solve all our problems...” he smiled. Farq stood just at his elbow, grinning and nodding like a bobble-head doll. “This is how.”
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Date: 2015-10-29 03:20 am (UTC)Loved the 'Tiger Ride'.
Farq is showing more depth all the time. Methinks they have all underestimated him. And the fact that he and Ctik seem to be planning something..... hmm.
Wonderful as always.
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Date: 2015-10-30 01:01 am (UTC)Ctik might be just the person to rein in some of Farq's more boneheaded ideas, and Ctik does need someone to handle things for him during daylight...
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Date: 2015-11-03 01:27 am (UTC)Pretty mundane.... just had tea with a Were-tiger, a vampire and a demon...
Bwhahahahahaha!
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Date: 2015-11-05 06:55 pm (UTC)I'm thinking that if anyone else tried that, they'd be an afternoon snack.
Farq's not much of a demon, but he's not evil, just amoral. ^__o
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