did y'all survive your week?
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lavandarlizard2I did, although rather grumpily. >_> Still, any week you can walk away from without bandages is a good week. ^___^
My hamsters are being kind of lively, so that's a good thing. They're shoveling the bunny poop like crazy, so you may be seeing some fairly... um... odd things in future. The gargoyles are back, riding Bubba around the area, and the attack chihuahuas have gone into hiding (after trying to bite my kid, dammit!), so things don't quite suck at the moment. ^____^ I know; I should be a motivational speaker. "If at first you don't succeed, point to the guy next to you and yell 'FAIL!!!' Then sneak out with all the office supplies you can carry." >_>
Uhh... Yeah. *checks liquid in glass* Doesn't smell alcoholic... O.O
They had to cross the commons in the rain, but a door Gnome caught them at the portico and offered umbrellas, for which they were all grateful. Duo made a mental note to stick an umbrella into his other space.
At the entrance to the dungeons, they were met by another Gnome who escorted them through the maze of passages and stairways to the deep storage level.
The Gnome (males and females looked identical and most people weren’t rude enough – or foolish enough – to ask) unlocked the door for Heero and returned the cylinder with a flourish.
“Will the Lord Dragon require an escort for the return?” it asked politely.
“No, thank you; I have it memorized,” Heero replied.
“Excellent! Good evening to you then, gentlemen.” The Gnome bowed and scurried away, back to its post.
The room was not large, being only about 2x3 meters, but Ctik gave a relieved sigh. “Perfect, Heero! You have the key?”
“Yes. There is only one, so you will not be unduly disturbed. I will be back at sunset tomorrow, hopefully with some good news.”
“Thank you, Heero; thank you from the bottom of my withered heart!” He threw his arms around Heero in a brief bear hug, before offering the same to Duo. “Thank you also, Duo of Blue Forest!”
Heero was glaring, so Duo stepped up to reply. “You’re welcome, Ctik. I’ve never met a vampire before, so this is really interesting for me.”
Ctik drew back with a slight smirk. “And you’ve been wondering all this time if I ‘vould like to drink your bluuuuud’.”
Duo burst out laughing as Heero growled. “Oh Sap! I was!”
Ctik grinned at him. “Well, of course I would *like* to, but I don’t do that anymore. Thank you both and I am truly sorry to be such a bother. It really is my own fault.”
“That it is,” grumbled Heero, “but we can’t have you withering away, regardless of the circumstances. Sleep well.” He caught Duo’s hand and pulled him back to close the iron door and lock it.
Mindful of the supposed enhanced senses of vampires, Duo held his questions until they had reached the portico.
“He’s funny,” he began. “I like him.”
Heero snorted. “You like everyone, Banshee. You even like Zephyrus.”
“Well… He’s on my shit list right now, but yeah, I suppose I do like him at least a little. But Ctik is different. He’s not being crappy to anyone, he’s a victim here. I’d like to get my hands on that grandson of his,” he frowned.
“Grand-nephew. Or possibly cousin. Ctik has no direct descendants; he was fairly young when he turned. No wife or children.”
“But his relatives knew about him?”
“He had a younger brother and sister, I believe. He raised them after the parents died and they were properly grateful to him.”
“He didn’t mention them…”
“I believe that part of his life is very personal to him.”
“And yet, you know about them…”
“Well…”
“You like him too, don’t you?” Duo nudged him playfully.
“Hn. I suppose I do… somewhat. He’s mostly harmless, if a bit… well… clueless. And certainly more trusting of family than any vampire ought to be,” he said sourly.
“Just shows that he’s really a nice guy.”
“I suppose so… We’re going to get wet,” he grumbled, glaring at the rain. “It’s too late to call for a routine port and this does not constitute an emergency.”
“We have umbrellas.”
“Duo. It’s raining sideways.”
“Ah. So it is. You’ll just have to help me with my hair then, won’t you?” purred the Banshee.
“This is true. Shall we then?”
My hamsters are being kind of lively, so that's a good thing. They're shoveling the bunny poop like crazy, so you may be seeing some fairly... um... odd things in future. The gargoyles are back, riding Bubba around the area, and the attack chihuahuas have gone into hiding (after trying to bite my kid, dammit!), so things don't quite suck at the moment. ^____^ I know; I should be a motivational speaker. "If at first you don't succeed, point to the guy next to you and yell 'FAIL!!!' Then sneak out with all the office supplies you can carry." >_>
Uhh... Yeah. *checks liquid in glass* Doesn't smell alcoholic... O.O
They had to cross the commons in the rain, but a door Gnome caught them at the portico and offered umbrellas, for which they were all grateful. Duo made a mental note to stick an umbrella into his other space.
At the entrance to the dungeons, they were met by another Gnome who escorted them through the maze of passages and stairways to the deep storage level.
The Gnome (males and females looked identical and most people weren’t rude enough – or foolish enough – to ask) unlocked the door for Heero and returned the cylinder with a flourish.
“Will the Lord Dragon require an escort for the return?” it asked politely.
“No, thank you; I have it memorized,” Heero replied.
“Excellent! Good evening to you then, gentlemen.” The Gnome bowed and scurried away, back to its post.
The room was not large, being only about 2x3 meters, but Ctik gave a relieved sigh. “Perfect, Heero! You have the key?”
“Yes. There is only one, so you will not be unduly disturbed. I will be back at sunset tomorrow, hopefully with some good news.”
“Thank you, Heero; thank you from the bottom of my withered heart!” He threw his arms around Heero in a brief bear hug, before offering the same to Duo. “Thank you also, Duo of Blue Forest!”
Heero was glaring, so Duo stepped up to reply. “You’re welcome, Ctik. I’ve never met a vampire before, so this is really interesting for me.”
Ctik drew back with a slight smirk. “And you’ve been wondering all this time if I ‘vould like to drink your bluuuuud’.”
Duo burst out laughing as Heero growled. “Oh Sap! I was!”
Ctik grinned at him. “Well, of course I would *like* to, but I don’t do that anymore. Thank you both and I am truly sorry to be such a bother. It really is my own fault.”
“That it is,” grumbled Heero, “but we can’t have you withering away, regardless of the circumstances. Sleep well.” He caught Duo’s hand and pulled him back to close the iron door and lock it.
Mindful of the supposed enhanced senses of vampires, Duo held his questions until they had reached the portico.
“He’s funny,” he began. “I like him.”
Heero snorted. “You like everyone, Banshee. You even like Zephyrus.”
“Well… He’s on my shit list right now, but yeah, I suppose I do like him at least a little. But Ctik is different. He’s not being crappy to anyone, he’s a victim here. I’d like to get my hands on that grandson of his,” he frowned.
“Grand-nephew. Or possibly cousin. Ctik has no direct descendants; he was fairly young when he turned. No wife or children.”
“But his relatives knew about him?”
“He had a younger brother and sister, I believe. He raised them after the parents died and they were properly grateful to him.”
“He didn’t mention them…”
“I believe that part of his life is very personal to him.”
“And yet, you know about them…”
“Well…”
“You like him too, don’t you?” Duo nudged him playfully.
“Hn. I suppose I do… somewhat. He’s mostly harmless, if a bit… well… clueless. And certainly more trusting of family than any vampire ought to be,” he said sourly.
“Just shows that he’s really a nice guy.”
“I suppose so… We’re going to get wet,” he grumbled, glaring at the rain. “It’s too late to call for a routine port and this does not constitute an emergency.”
“We have umbrellas.”
“Duo. It’s raining sideways.”
“Ah. So it is. You’ll just have to help me with my hair then, won’t you?” purred the Banshee.
“This is true. Shall we then?”
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Date: 2008-06-13 11:10 pm (UTC)I imagine the Riceian vamps would avoid him like the plague. ^___^ Such wimpy cluelessness could be contagious. O.o