First of all, this is a cat (Pooper) who has just discovered that the small sitting room has been housing a rather large snake for the past few weeks, while Laura and her sister try to figure out what to do with it. Pooper, as you can see, is quite wary.
It was at this point that I started taking random shots of the room, and a thought occurred to me: "Aha!" this thought said. "I have your new blog post!"
I'll give a proper guided tour of my house at some later stage — probably once my extension is built — but for the moment, here is what greets you when you walk through my front door....
Naturally I have the posters for the movies I've written on prominent display...
... and of course I have what EVERYONE has in their halls: a severed foot in a glass case.
Now then, to the office!
I'm not going to show you the ACTUAL office (the ACTUAL office is really very messy at this moment in time) so I'm going to show you some of the things I have on the shelves. Such as these gentlemen...
Plus a little Evil Dead...
... and some Marvel folk hanging around...
And let us not ignore Star Wars...
... or zombies...
And here, tucked away on their own little shelf, Skulduggery and Vampirella. Just chillin'.
(That Skulduggery is a pretty rare promotional item my German publishers had made... It's not for sale anywhere except MAYBE eBay.)
And now, to the main living room. I'm not gonna show you everything, but this is the room I had designed and rebuilt as a live-in museum. The extension, if I ever get around the designing it, will be built specifically to house this stuff. Because it makes me happy.
And here it is, the suit I love to talk about... as worn by Christopher Reeve.
I do NOT dress up in this. I swear I don't.
Although if someone wanted to photoshop my head onto this mannequin, I would not object.
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(Precocious knows very little about Niccolo. Currently, Precocious looks to him as what she could've become if she was a little more badass. They are similar ages, after all. She sees that y'all seem to revere him and is very, very curious about his story, but doesn't say anything because she's afraid of what she might find out.)
Drew: I know hun, it kills to see him like this too.
How about you go and clean him and cool him down. That would help.
(HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEREK!)
Well you ought to be impressed by my lab...
*Nods quickly and stands up, finding a cloth quickly an wetting it. Walks over to Lorcan and starts cooling down his face* ...
I'm sure I will be. Shall we go? You will have to lead the way . . .
(I will half to go in 30ish minutes, fair warning . . .)
(*have)
Okay..
*drags Ari and Niccolo along*
Follow MEEE! *walks towards the lab*
*Lorcan jumps slightly before sighing as the cold water rests on his face*
Lorcan: Who's that?
Drew: His vision has gone blurry from the impact so just bear with him.
*sedately follows Adra*
*Nods at Drew and continues cooling Lorcan's face* It's Deathy, buddy. It's okay... *Pats his face softly*
*Lorcan gasps slightly*
Lorcan: Your hand feels soft... i can smell blood... did I...
*hums music as they *time jump* approach* *walks up and taps the wall, the stone moving aside at her touch* *points into the warmly lit hallway* After you
*enters warmly lit hallway*
Ahh, it's cozy! I had a lab once, in Victorian London. Much less cheery than this. Less polish, more blood, you know.
No, you didn't. I think it's from your nose. *Ruffles Lorcan's hair, grinning. Cleans the blood away from his nose* Better?
((Back! Yeah, he'd definitely say she's wise to be afraid of what she might find out.
Not thinking he'd say it out loud would be a perfectly reasonable assumption, actually, though that's more due to the fact that he really doesn't like drawing attention to himself. Annika might not know that, either. So, like, today, when we all went to dig him out of the snow, he hated that.))
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*nods, opening a door into a brightly lit, sterile room, white walls and floors. It's very large and open, machinery and tables and racks of solutions and miscellaneous objects lining the aisles* *lots of clever devices for the tables*
Yeah... Thank gods I know where everything is
(Sorry, I am, despite having endeared myself to your tender little hearts, still the newest person here.)
So, do you like people to call you Doctor or Annika as a first name? Or just Precocious?
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Oh my!
This is fascinating.
*walks around*
*picks up a whatchamacallit*
What does this do?
*presses button*
*purple slime drips all over her hands*
Oh . . .
*gingerly puts the whatchamacallit down*
(Who was calling me Rosie? I'm still going to kill them for that....))
Lorcan: Yes, that's better...
*His arms go stiff and tense as he grits his teeth in pain*
Drew: he might be getting another wave Death, maybe you shouldn't stand so close.
((No, don't be sorry! It just means I feel that much closer to you. But I pretty much always do that with my friends- I subconsciously assume they know things that they don't. Then one day I realize it, and then I realize I have no idea what they know and what they don't know, and then I just shrug it off. Now that I think about it, if I didn't shrug it off, I'd probably be very anxious or upset about that.))
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*gives Aretha a curious look*
My name is Doctor Precocious. You may call me Doctor.
(Unless I am in parentheses, then my name is Annika. I just have Annika Barnosky/Doctor Precocious as my profile name because I want my real name up there for my blog.)
*laughs* That's jam
*Smiles at Drew* I lived with a psychotic father mos of my life, Wolfy. I'll be fine. Thanks anyway! *Turns back to Lorcan and wipes down and around his neck*
((Oh! Ok. Then just leave out that first part. Sorry.))
That's a cool name. I like it.
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*pulls out moist towelette*
*furiously wipes down her hands*
Man, I feel so bad for teasing him all those times, now . . .
Are you and Oscar going to date each other now?
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*laughs*
*pauses*
I'll be back in a minute.
Don't
Touch
Anything
*zooms off into her office*
((Yes they are))
Ah, thank you, Aretha!
It was many years before I could decide on my taken name, you know. Eventually, I chose Doctor for a man who one inspired me to greatness, and Precocious for a man who once inspired me to run for my life.
*looks very startled*
Date?
Uh . . .
*two very loud screeches are heard from inside the office followed by a very loud yip*
*laughs* Because you totally should. I mean, you're obviously besotted with each other.
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*Lorcan's muscles tense again as he cries out in pain. His arms start to twitch*
*yells* Adra? You ok?
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You, you do realize we've been trying to kill each other for 500 years . . .
*is slowly turning pink*
I mean, I suppose, I mean, well, we do send each other presents on our birthdays, but they always explode or grow fangs or notify the Sanctury that the recipient is a dangerous fugitive from justice and needs to be killed immediately . . .
*Sanctuary
Adra? Adra!
Hey, hey...*Runs the cloth over Lorcan's arms then back to his face* Hey buddy... It's okay... *Pats his cheek again*
Drew, did this ever happen to you?
*there is silence for a few minutes before the screeches begin*
*a loud "SHUT UP HOORS" is heard*
*silence*
*Walks out with her hair tangled and scratches on her face and arms*
*has a half-empty cup of tea, her arm red from where she spilled it on herself* *is half-grinning half-grimacing*
*two dark colored animals fly from the office and swirl up to the rafters, another darting across the ground*
Ha! See? You're blushing! *points to Doctor and looks to Niccolò, like she's pointing it out to him* She's blushing! *looks back to Doctor* I knew it. You're both completely besotted with each other. Maybe trying to kill someone is a sign that you're in love with them. Which sounds crazy, I know, but that's what happened with you and Oscar. And Niccolò was going to kill me when we met, too.
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*looks at the animals and gasps in delight* Are those the little dragons? *notices Adra* Oh... Um, would you like some help with that?
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(Dangit Aretha I just spat Ginger Ale across the room reading that)
*looks too embarrassed and surprised for words*
*trying to regain her dignity*
What . . . what are those things? Those dark things. And what happened to you!?
*grumpily* No.
You met Blueberry and Vile, yeah?
*takes one good look at Doctor's face and busts into laughter* But I'm right! You know I'm right! If I wasn't right you wouldn't care! Come on, just ask him out, just to get it over with.
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Yeah, I know Vile. Never met Blueberry though.
*laughs a lot at Doctor's "Never met Blueberry" comment* *is laughing at too many things* *becomes unable to breathe* *falls back against Niccolò, just laughing really really hard*
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*looks very uncomfortable*
Er . . .
Er . . .
I don't know . . .
*looks almost scared*
*sits in the corner and thinks about Oscar and turns even redder*
(Sorry, everyone, but I really really have to go . . . Just imagine Precocious sitting in the corner getting more and more flustered while you all do your thing.)
Here's a hint- he or she is the blue one
*shouts at the Dragons in Korean and they screech back*
Drew: No, I was never poisoned by silver.
*Lorcan head bends back as his muscles tense again. His fingernails cut his palm from the tenses. He tries to say something but all that comes out are gasps of pain*
*catches Aretha* Give her ten to twenty minutes, and she'll be fine. My apologies, Precocious, you seem to have been made rather uncomfortable.
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Okay Anni! *hugs*
((Goodbye, Precocious.))
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How long do you think it'll last for...? *Sighs heavily and looks at Lorcan. Continues to clean his face, keeping her hand on his cheek* It can't be too long, right...?
(Bye Annika!!))
Right....*sips her tea* ah, bugger, it's cold...
*puts it aside and whistles for the dragons, who come swooping down and land* *Dimkaemerges from under the chair*
*they stare*
*she points to the room beside her office and they all go in* *nods*
*observes the animals with something akin to amusement*
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I shall warm the tea if you'd like me to.
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Drew: I dunno, I know with Rebecca, it was 6 days.
I know another wolf, it was 2 weeks and another wolf was 2 months.
I don't know that much about it to be accurate.
Ah, it's fine- I should probably just make a new batch. *heads towards the kitchen* Want anything? Food? Drink? Miscellaneous? I have it all.
*She whimpers and dares to hug Lorcan* Oh, baby... You'll have to be more careful next time...
((Hugs))
((Um... Isn't here.))
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((*squish hugs*))
(*Tacklehus Fabi*)
I am quite alright, although it is kind of you to offer.
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((Hello, Moss.))
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(Niccolò, I just realised I missed your birthday... By a long time... May 5th, yeah? I'm a stalker and I got you a present!! *Hands over a giant gift-wrapped thesaurus/dictionary combo*))
*half shrugs, getting out a pot and putting her tea in* Hm. *her phone rings, "Heat of the Moment" playing*
Hmm. Must be a Tuesday. *turns her alarm off and opens a small door next to the kitchen which opens into an outdoor garden* *goes to a small plant in the back* *gently trims the leaves*
OMG Rose
((Oh. That is very kind of you, Death. I'd forgotten... I suppose I ought to add another year onto everything, then. Thank you.))
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((I was thinking about Star Wars... May the 4th and stuff. Then I knew there was something on May the 5th... You're getting old, Coco...))
Drew: He didn't mean to get caught but he was only in the area to kill himself. And then his wolf killed an innocent. That's when the hunters found him and shot him. He got shot 3 times so that could be why his is so intense.
*Lorcan's muscles relax again as he pants in exhaustion. His nose is bleeding again, as his cut up palms. He tries to run his tongue over his teeth as one of his front ones have developed a crack from him gritting them too hard*
((How do you even know your own age if you forget your birthday?!))
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*laughs* You're so kind, Rose. *finishes trimming the leaves and goes and restrieves many fruits and vegetables, carrying the rather cumbersome load into the kitchen*
((I've had a rather unusually large number of things to think about this year. It is uncommon for me to forget.))
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*sets them down* There we go... *takes the tea off* So... Debate: Absolute Monarchy or the Enlightenment? Which were you?
*Purses her lips and gets up* He shouldn't have been trying to kill himself... He can take my guardian angel if he wants... I hate mine... *Starts wiping the blood off again, smiling softly down at Lorcan* Silly wolves... *Jerks up straight and clenches her hands into fists* What did these hunters look like? I think I may have... A word with them... No one messes with my friends... *Walks back over to a basin to redampen the cloth*
((...Right.
If Lorcan is like this for two months I will explode or something.
Thought you ought to know. :p
Seriously, though, it's really sort of heartwrenching.))
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*appears beside Niccolò* NICCOLÒ *collapses*'
(I know, Ari... I'm almost crying...))
(Oh! Ari, I didn't think anyone else was really noticing or getting involved or anything.)
Drew: They are long gone at this stage hun and plus, that won't help Lorcan. Being here and doing what we can, helps him.
*stares at Zaf*
*looks between her and Niccolo* Well...
*quietly slinks back to check in on the animals*
*moves Aretha to one arm and catches Zafira with the other, then sets her on a chair* I was beyond caring rather early on in my life, however in hindsight I would fully support enlightenment ideals. Which were you?
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((Both of us have been paying attention, although we happen to be in a separate location, so we thought it unfitting for us to interfere.))
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*Turns to Drew, trembling with anger* I can stop this from happening again. If I can take out a few of them, less wolves will be hurt in this way... *Starts twitching, trying her hardest not to glare at anything. Walks back to Lorcan and places the cloth on his clammy skin again*
*blinks* Owww. Hi Niccolò. Sorry exhausted I had a lot to do and I'm exhausted. Fighting...intense training. *he sees a few bruises along my face and neck* Fun.
*goes into the rather large animal's room*
*spots the dragons circling*
*blueberry comes down and lands in front of her* *sits, petting it*
Well, I hope it serves you well.
There is no need for you to leave, Adra...
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Drew: Most of us stay away from them Death, honestly. And the only dumbasses that become hunters are ones who tried to join a pack.
Lorcan was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.
*Lorcan cries out in pain*
Lorcan: My eyes... my eyes are burning...
It helped. So you were born on May 5th? You missed my birthday (ZAFTC'S not my real one) It was 9 days ago...
*has finally stopped randomly spasming with laughter* Eh heh... Sorry... That happens to me sometimes...
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Oh! Happy birthday, Zaf!
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*picks up the dragon, cuddling it and it breathes a puff of smoke, catching a strand of her hair on fire* *shrieks, patting it out*
*looks sad* *holds the burnt hair and puts it in the trash* *coughsinto her sleeve as Blueberry curls around her shoukders* *Dimka trots over, nuzzling her hand*
*Looks back at Drew with wide eyes* What do I do...? *Pauses* Trust me... Okay? *Puts a hand over one of Lorcan's wounds and taps a healing symbol on the inside of her wrist* Please work...
In that case, I hope you had a lovely birthday.
Please excuse me for a moment. *follows after Adra*
I hope you understand, by no means did you have to leave.
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Thank you. *has a distant look in eyes* 212....
Drew: Death don't! The magic will counteract the pain relief!
It's just the silver. Put a dry cloth over his eyes so their in the dark for a while and they can rest.
Alexis: *looks around* Where is he?
No, she's been wanting to see you. I didn't want to, ah, ruin that for her
What's happening?
What's going on?
I wasn't paying attention.
I was thinking about . . . other things.
*adjusts her magical sequinned tuxedo jacket in an effort to look dignified*
*it doesn't work*
*Does what Drew says then sits in the furtherest corner from anyone, curled in a ball. Starts to rock slowly*
*Drew gets up and put his hands on Alexis' shoulders*
Drew: Lexi, stay there a minute. He's trying to fight the silver. It's not nice sweets. I don't want you to see him like that.
Alexis: I want to see him asap okay? When it's safe. *is trying not to shake*
Adra, that's a very sweet looking dragon. Blueberry, eh? Hello, little thing . . .
*Blueberry hisses*
*hurriedly backs away*
*Blueberry launches from her shoulder and goes up bear Vile at the ceiling where they look down on everyone*
Aretha and Precocious were already there, in any case, and it's more comfortable for me to have other people around as well. Either way, I hope you do not feel as though you are intruding anytime Zafira and I happen to be near each other.
...And Aretha told me you'd asked to see some of my paintings. If you'd like, I'll show them to you. Although I'll warn you, the room where I keep them is quite cluttered.
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Right now?
*looks up at the ceiling*
Are they your pets?
Or do you have some sort of agreement?
*Takes a deep breath then spins and starts punching the wall angrily. She feels one of her knuckles shatter but continues punching anyway*
Eh, we found them at Hogwarts. Dimka... That's a long story
((Woah I want to see the paintings! :( ))
I didn't know you were a painter, Niccolo.
*whispers* The more you know . . .
*grins at Doctor* I knew you loved him. It's true. You know it. So, are you going to ask him out?
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Whenever you'd like.
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Oh yes, I heard you had some adventures at Hogwarts, Adra. I was, shall we say, a little too old to be a student.
*sighs*
I wanted to teach there though. Transfiguration. But they had this lovely young Scottish girl teaching so I felt it wouldn't be right to displace her.
Oh- well. It doesn't matter to me. *shrugs* I'm already out of commission with my job, so I haven't a thing to do
*merely shrugs in response to Precocious* It is no more than a hobby I happen to enjoy, but yes, I paint.
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*gives Aretha a stern look*
That . . . that is out of the question. You do remember that he TORTURED me, do you not? I was PARALYZED. For FIFTY YEARS. That's 50 years without my legs.
So no.
I am not going to "ask him out."
Drew: He's safe Lexi but he's in a lot of pain. It's just not nice to see.
*He grabs Death's arm and turns her around*
Drew: Hey knock it off. How does that help? Come on, I know you're angry, I am too but this does not help.
*sighs* Well...*looks around* I feel awkward.
*gently elbows Niccolo* Yeah, sure. Call it a hobby.
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((*sighs* I'm probably gonna vanish because I feel like I don't belong because I wasn't on at all...yeah jsy forget it I'm provably going))
*Struggles free and returns to punching the wall* I'm pissed. I can't do anything. I can't go out there and kill the damned people responsible. I don't know what to do!! *Grits her teeth as another knuckle breaks*
*nods at Niccolo*
I understand. After 500 years, I think we all would need a hobby. I used to make hats, in the days of my "youth." I stopped, though. Didn't want to be mistaken for a lunatic.
(Oh, bye Zafira!!!)
(Zaffy... You don't have to leave... :/))
Don't feel awkward, Zaf.
Yeah, Doctor, I remember. And I'll admit I've never had that kind of injury for so long. I haven't even lived half that long. But you both clearly love each other anyway.
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Don't go, Zaf..
*looks at Aretha for a moment*
*looks away*
((Carry on I intruded on a well organized day for you guys so I'll go because I feel extremely awkward so...I think I'll go carry on like I never came :) ))
(Wow, I feel bad now. I was all BYE ZAFIRA and everyone else was all NO ZAFIRA PLEASE DON'T GO I feel like such a jerk. Zafira, go, or stay, we love you either way. Hey, that rhymed!)
I've only recently taken up painting- recently being within the past few months- although I quite enjoyed painting as a child as well. I've always thought the construction of hats to be rather intriguing, actually.
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( :'(
Zaf...))
(Zaf!!! NOOOOO!!!!)
Drew: Look at him Rose! He's a frightened boy who needs people right now because he doesn't know what's happening.
I want to help him just as much as you. I want to kill the pricks just as much as you. But I can't because I know it will do Lorcan no good.
((You've not intruded upon anything, Zafira. You are free to stay if you so wish.))
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Yes, hatting is actually very fascinating. You certainly meet the most interesting people. As we used to say in the trade, "We're ALL mad here!" Heh. We had the most lovely company tea parties.
Hat making...
Okay- you know what? We can do the thing another day. *gently pushes him in Zaf's direction*
*Stops her barrage on the wall* How about you and Lexi stay here and take care of him while I go off on a killing spree? *Falls back to the ground and looks up at Drew* It'll be a slow death, don't you worry.
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