is it...? Friday...?
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lavandarlizard2Sure looks like it.... Yay! I made it! ^____^
So, here's some more of that tentative, unspecified, not-quite-sure-what-its-going-to-be-when-it-grows-up bit of BFB... Again, this is not the final form, so things may come and go... >_>
In Q’s outer office, Raia sat behind her desk, staring at a man sitting primly, eyes downcast, on the brocade sofa. He didn’t look very impressive or even dangerous, but with vampires, who knew? Her wand lay neatly on the desk, only a hairsbreadth from her fingers.
And who knew that a spiritual descendant of Count Dracula would show up wearing scuffed work boots, old jeans, a plaid shirt and a leather jacket that looked fresh off the cow. Dark hair, non-piercing hazel eyes and a somewhat perplexed expression completed the unprepossessing picture. She still wasn’t taking her eyes from the vampire; they weren’t known to be trustworthy.
Heero paused in the doorway to sigh. “Damn it, Ctik; I thought you had things under control.”
The vampire shot to his feet looking so relieved it was almost comical.
“Heero! My friend! Thank you so much for agreeing to see me!” he babbled. He grabbed the Wyvern’s hand, pumping it furiously.
“Yes, yes; not a problem. Raia, why don’t you go ahead and take off? Duo and I will handle this.”
“Sure thing, Heero! Y’all have a wonderful weekend! Um… Nice to have met you, Mr…Ctik.” And she was gone; teleporting out of there as if chased by hounds.
Heero peeled the vampire’s fingers off his hand. “Ctik, I don’t shake hands, remember?”
The vampire looked distressed and immediately babbled out an apology. “So sorry, Heero! I am so upset and confused – it’s a wonder I even remembered to dress myself!”
Heero rolled his eyes. “Never mind. Sit and you can tell me what earth-shattering mess you’ve managed this time.”
He flung himself back onto the sofa, throwing up his hands in exasperation. “I should never have listened to that descendant of mine! The boy is an unprincipled scoundrel!”
“True enough,” agreed Heero, remembering his lone meeting with the multi-great grand-something of the creature before him. Not particularly comfortable for either of them, given the circumstances, but that was years ago. “What’s he done?”
“Oh, my fangs! What hasn’t he done?! He *sold* the property! Sold it! To a *developer*!” He covered his eyes. “He’s going to build a *theme park*.”
Heero blinked. He looked at Duo, who had stayed in the background, being oddly disappointed with his first view of a vampire. (He had really expected something more dramatic, more theatrical, more…Dracula-ish; not this musty-looking laborer.)
“A theme park? Around a gothic mansion?”
“Yes… I told him I wouldn’t stand for it, and he… laughed at me.” He looked up at the Wyvern. “And before you ask, yes, I consulted a solicitor. I am, apparently, screwed. I never should have pretended to die in the 19th century; he said it left me with no legal standing whatsoever.”
“I believe that’s true,” Heero said slowly. “At least with Human laws.” He shook his head. “So, what do you want me to do? A chikan Miles may be, but he is the legal owner of the property. I don’t think there’s anything I can do about the theme park.” He frowned to himself again. A *theme park*?! Great Dragons; the man was an idiot.
Ctik sighed heavily, and waved one hand vaguely. “I wish there had been a guidebook when I was young, with warnings about this sort of thing; perhaps I would not be in this pickle.” He sat up a bit straighter, looking more determined. “Never mind; perhaps I should write one for those who come after.” He glanced past Heero then, spying Duo.
“Oh! I am so sorry! I didn’t even notice you! Heero, why did you let me babble on without introducing your companion?” He scrambled to his feet and bowed deeply in the European fashion. “Ctik Vrostek, at your service.”
Heero made a face, but stood and drew Duo to his feet also.
“Ctik, this is my Chosen, Duo of the Clan Blue Forest. You will not even *think* about the taste of him or I will remove *all* your troubles.”
So, here's some more of that tentative, unspecified, not-quite-sure-what-its-going-to-be-when-it-grows-up bit of BFB... Again, this is not the final form, so things may come and go... >_>
In Q’s outer office, Raia sat behind her desk, staring at a man sitting primly, eyes downcast, on the brocade sofa. He didn’t look very impressive or even dangerous, but with vampires, who knew? Her wand lay neatly on the desk, only a hairsbreadth from her fingers.
And who knew that a spiritual descendant of Count Dracula would show up wearing scuffed work boots, old jeans, a plaid shirt and a leather jacket that looked fresh off the cow. Dark hair, non-piercing hazel eyes and a somewhat perplexed expression completed the unprepossessing picture. She still wasn’t taking her eyes from the vampire; they weren’t known to be trustworthy.
Heero paused in the doorway to sigh. “Damn it, Ctik; I thought you had things under control.”
The vampire shot to his feet looking so relieved it was almost comical.
“Heero! My friend! Thank you so much for agreeing to see me!” he babbled. He grabbed the Wyvern’s hand, pumping it furiously.
“Yes, yes; not a problem. Raia, why don’t you go ahead and take off? Duo and I will handle this.”
“Sure thing, Heero! Y’all have a wonderful weekend! Um… Nice to have met you, Mr…Ctik.” And she was gone; teleporting out of there as if chased by hounds.
Heero peeled the vampire’s fingers off his hand. “Ctik, I don’t shake hands, remember?”
The vampire looked distressed and immediately babbled out an apology. “So sorry, Heero! I am so upset and confused – it’s a wonder I even remembered to dress myself!”
Heero rolled his eyes. “Never mind. Sit and you can tell me what earth-shattering mess you’ve managed this time.”
He flung himself back onto the sofa, throwing up his hands in exasperation. “I should never have listened to that descendant of mine! The boy is an unprincipled scoundrel!”
“True enough,” agreed Heero, remembering his lone meeting with the multi-great grand-something of the creature before him. Not particularly comfortable for either of them, given the circumstances, but that was years ago. “What’s he done?”
“Oh, my fangs! What hasn’t he done?! He *sold* the property! Sold it! To a *developer*!” He covered his eyes. “He’s going to build a *theme park*.”
Heero blinked. He looked at Duo, who had stayed in the background, being oddly disappointed with his first view of a vampire. (He had really expected something more dramatic, more theatrical, more…Dracula-ish; not this musty-looking laborer.)
“A theme park? Around a gothic mansion?”
“Yes… I told him I wouldn’t stand for it, and he… laughed at me.” He looked up at the Wyvern. “And before you ask, yes, I consulted a solicitor. I am, apparently, screwed. I never should have pretended to die in the 19th century; he said it left me with no legal standing whatsoever.”
“I believe that’s true,” Heero said slowly. “At least with Human laws.” He shook his head. “So, what do you want me to do? A chikan Miles may be, but he is the legal owner of the property. I don’t think there’s anything I can do about the theme park.” He frowned to himself again. A *theme park*?! Great Dragons; the man was an idiot.
Ctik sighed heavily, and waved one hand vaguely. “I wish there had been a guidebook when I was young, with warnings about this sort of thing; perhaps I would not be in this pickle.” He sat up a bit straighter, looking more determined. “Never mind; perhaps I should write one for those who come after.” He glanced past Heero then, spying Duo.
“Oh! I am so sorry! I didn’t even notice you! Heero, why did you let me babble on without introducing your companion?” He scrambled to his feet and bowed deeply in the European fashion. “Ctik Vrostek, at your service.”
Heero made a face, but stood and drew Duo to his feet also.
“Ctik, this is my Chosen, Duo of the Clan Blue Forest. You will not even *think* about the taste of him or I will remove *all* your troubles.”
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Date: 2008-05-09 06:58 pm (UTC)Hey, everyone has theme parks these days!I figure if Dolly and that nut in Tennessee can have them, so can my characters. ^__^
Although... it isn't really Ctik's... Well, we'll see where this goes; I'm just along for the ride. O.O
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Date: 2008-05-10 03:56 pm (UTC)And poor disappointed Duo!