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lavandarlizard2Whatever. ^___^ I am done with Project Storage for the moment. Finished up yesterday with a motley load of crap and swept up the petrified mice and got signed out. ^__^;; I am thrilled. Also wiped out. _____o.o_____; You've met the flattened wombat before, yes?
This project has been interfering with my writing in a pretty annoying way, so I'm hoping to get things back in line next week. The hamsters have had a nice rest; they're actually getting bored. O.O
Don't forget, August is Reach Out And Smack Someone month, and August 13 is Reach Out And Smack Someone day. ^___^ I added a new smackee to my list this afternoon - the fuckwit who parked in my assigned parking space. And who I devoutly hope will stay long enough to be towed. ^_____^ Vindictive? Why, yes; yes I am. ^.o
Some more BFB - Part 101 - Blood Ties
You know, this particular part is turning itself into a damn arc. O.o This is not what I started out with. *Someone* has been feeding my bunnies and hamsters steroids. >.~;
Once the front door closed and he heard the faint sounds of Heero’s launch, coupled with the not-so-faint sounds of Miles’ shrieking, Duo smiled disarmingly at the remaining Grinsteds and seated himself on the delicate loveseat across from Mrs Grinsted. He produced a notebook and a pen and murmured the spell that would enable the auto writing. Usually, he took his own notes, but he had a feeling that with three voices likely to be coming at him, the auto writer would be more efficient.
“Don’t worry, Mrs Grinsted; Heero acts much fiercer than he actually is. Although… if you had said you didn’t want Miles back, I have no doubt Heero would have seen to that.” He grinned and the woman brightened somewhat.
She pressed her hand to her forehead and sighed. “God, what a jerk…” she muttered. Then she straightened suddenly. “Oh, crap! Where’s Ctik?!” she cried. “Did Miles do something to–“
“No, no!” Duo assured her. “Ctik is fine! Or he will be after he gets some sleep and a refill of his earth. Heero arranged temporary lodgings at the Castle.”
“Thank you… He’s such a nice man; not at all what you’d expect a vampire to be like,” she explained.
“Mom?” It was the daughter. “What does this mean; the college fund is gone? How could Dad…? I thought Gramma Vee had it all tied up somehow…”
“Maybe Dad hired a ninja hacker to suck the money out by computer…” From the son.
Daughter rolled her eyes. Duo was going to have to get names in a minute; the auto write spell liked names. “You are such a loser! You don’t hire hackers!”
“Breeze; Michael, stop it,” said Mrs Grinsted wearily. “This is serious.”
“Indeed it is,” interjected Duo in an effort to get back to business. “Even though legally, in the Human world at least, Ctik has no control of his assets, the Magical World requires that Human surrogates behave in an honest and honorable way. Miles is way past that now.” The kids settled on either side of their mother, looking suitably grim.
“May I have your names for my report?” he asked, gesturing to the pen and paper on the table next to him.
“Gisela Grinsted. This is my daughter Breeze and my younger son Michael. My older son, Matthew, is away at college.”
“When did you first hear about this deal that Miles cooked up?”
“Maybe… three months ago,” she said slowly. “He said Ctik was concerned about the expense of keeping the house and grounds up these days. Ctik has always been a sweetie to me and the kids, so it never occurred to me that Miles was going behind his back. I don’t see Ctik that often; I work a second shift. It’s not unusual for us to miss each other for a month or more.” She sighed painfully. “I should have made more of an effort, but… He’s a vampire; what could happen?”
This time Michael rolled his eyes. “Mom! Sunlight, stakes, fire, crosses, holy water…”
“Actually, according to Heero the only thing that will really destroy a vampire is sunlight or being thoroughly disemboweled. The religious junk is just fiction.”
“Really?” Michael looked put-out. “I wonder why he never told us that.”
“Maybe because it’s none of our business?” jeered Breeze. “And I already knew that crosses don’t do anything. Remember Mom; Greta brought me that rosary thing from her trip to Italy. She said it was blessed or whatever, and Ctik handled it and just said that it was very pretty. He sure didn’t shrivel up.”
Gisela shrugged. “I’m sorry, Mr…?”
“Ah; my fault.” Duo produced a trio of cards and handed one to each of them. “Duo of Blue Forest; MIO Investigator.”
“I’m sorry, Duo; as you can see, the *children* like to pretend they were raised by wolves.” She glared at her offspring, who quickly subsided.
“Not a problem at all, Gisela,” he grinned. “If they annoy me, I’ll just turn them into hedgehogs until we’re finished.” Transmutation spells were out of his league, but the Humans didn’t need to know that. It served to make both kids shrink back in their seats, wide-eyed.
“Now, how about you tell me everything you can remember since you first heard about the deal?”
This project has been interfering with my writing in a pretty annoying way, so I'm hoping to get things back in line next week. The hamsters have had a nice rest; they're actually getting bored. O.O
Don't forget, August is Reach Out And Smack Someone month, and August 13 is Reach Out And Smack Someone day. ^___^ I added a new smackee to my list this afternoon - the fuckwit who parked in my assigned parking space. And who I devoutly hope will stay long enough to be towed. ^_____^ Vindictive? Why, yes; yes I am. ^.o
Some more BFB - Part 101 - Blood Ties
You know, this particular part is turning itself into a damn arc. O.o This is not what I started out with. *Someone* has been feeding my bunnies and hamsters steroids. >.~;
Once the front door closed and he heard the faint sounds of Heero’s launch, coupled with the not-so-faint sounds of Miles’ shrieking, Duo smiled disarmingly at the remaining Grinsteds and seated himself on the delicate loveseat across from Mrs Grinsted. He produced a notebook and a pen and murmured the spell that would enable the auto writing. Usually, he took his own notes, but he had a feeling that with three voices likely to be coming at him, the auto writer would be more efficient.
“Don’t worry, Mrs Grinsted; Heero acts much fiercer than he actually is. Although… if you had said you didn’t want Miles back, I have no doubt Heero would have seen to that.” He grinned and the woman brightened somewhat.
She pressed her hand to her forehead and sighed. “God, what a jerk…” she muttered. Then she straightened suddenly. “Oh, crap! Where’s Ctik?!” she cried. “Did Miles do something to–“
“No, no!” Duo assured her. “Ctik is fine! Or he will be after he gets some sleep and a refill of his earth. Heero arranged temporary lodgings at the Castle.”
“Thank you… He’s such a nice man; not at all what you’d expect a vampire to be like,” she explained.
“Mom?” It was the daughter. “What does this mean; the college fund is gone? How could Dad…? I thought Gramma Vee had it all tied up somehow…”
“Maybe Dad hired a ninja hacker to suck the money out by computer…” From the son.
Daughter rolled her eyes. Duo was going to have to get names in a minute; the auto write spell liked names. “You are such a loser! You don’t hire hackers!”
“Breeze; Michael, stop it,” said Mrs Grinsted wearily. “This is serious.”
“Indeed it is,” interjected Duo in an effort to get back to business. “Even though legally, in the Human world at least, Ctik has no control of his assets, the Magical World requires that Human surrogates behave in an honest and honorable way. Miles is way past that now.” The kids settled on either side of their mother, looking suitably grim.
“May I have your names for my report?” he asked, gesturing to the pen and paper on the table next to him.
“Gisela Grinsted. This is my daughter Breeze and my younger son Michael. My older son, Matthew, is away at college.”
“When did you first hear about this deal that Miles cooked up?”
“Maybe… three months ago,” she said slowly. “He said Ctik was concerned about the expense of keeping the house and grounds up these days. Ctik has always been a sweetie to me and the kids, so it never occurred to me that Miles was going behind his back. I don’t see Ctik that often; I work a second shift. It’s not unusual for us to miss each other for a month or more.” She sighed painfully. “I should have made more of an effort, but… He’s a vampire; what could happen?”
This time Michael rolled his eyes. “Mom! Sunlight, stakes, fire, crosses, holy water…”
“Actually, according to Heero the only thing that will really destroy a vampire is sunlight or being thoroughly disemboweled. The religious junk is just fiction.”
“Really?” Michael looked put-out. “I wonder why he never told us that.”
“Maybe because it’s none of our business?” jeered Breeze. “And I already knew that crosses don’t do anything. Remember Mom; Greta brought me that rosary thing from her trip to Italy. She said it was blessed or whatever, and Ctik handled it and just said that it was very pretty. He sure didn’t shrivel up.”
Gisela shrugged. “I’m sorry, Mr…?”
“Ah; my fault.” Duo produced a trio of cards and handed one to each of them. “Duo of Blue Forest; MIO Investigator.”
“I’m sorry, Duo; as you can see, the *children* like to pretend they were raised by wolves.” She glared at her offspring, who quickly subsided.
“Not a problem at all, Gisela,” he grinned. “If they annoy me, I’ll just turn them into hedgehogs until we’re finished.” Transmutation spells were out of his league, but the Humans didn’t need to know that. It served to make both kids shrink back in their seats, wide-eyed.
“Now, how about you tell me everything you can remember since you first heard about the deal?”
