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 Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 9:28 pm
"Fern?" Roses voice carried through the wide house, Liusaidh clinging to her mothers hair. The redhead winced, eyes scanning over the corridor, one hand holding up the bum of their daughter and the other hand holding an old-looking piece of paper. "Fern, where ARE you?!"
"Yeah?" The other womans pale head popped out from the living room, a dustrag held threateningly before her. A stray dustsbunny fluttered from the rag, only to be captured by Ferns scaly tail. She cackled to herself, without letting Rose know she was entertaining herself while the shorter female spoke.
Green eyes rolled and when Liusaidh whined in her throat, Rose just bounced her carefully. "I think I found something that belongs to you. Or whatever." Her hand thrust foreward, pushing the paper towards her mate. Silver eyebrows rose on Ferns forehead and she took the crumpled up piece of parchment.
Those eyebrows only rose further, nose wrinkling up tightly. "...this isn't mine. I don't have an account at.....wherever the fu--"
"FERN!"
"Heck this place is." The correction of her words was smooth, casting her lover a rather smug look. While Rose glowered, Fern just shrugged, head tilting to the side. "...Isn't that some old building...or something?"
"I don't know." The former princess shrugged irritably, casting her mate another grumpy look, shoulders rising into another shrug. "It could be the Taj-Mahal building for all we know! Just go and check it out - you might have something there or they might hav information or--"
"Can it." Fern groaned, leaning down and grabbing her shoes.
--
...and so there she was. The building was giant. Huge and solid and surrounded by bustling people. The winged woman didn't like it and thus ducked herself inside, tucking her wings tight against her body so it merely seemed like she was wearing too much clothing on her back. ..or had some sort of odd deformity. You know.
Whichever.
Pushing her way into the building, Fern was soon surrounded by metal. A trap! Before she could try to claw her way out, however, they opened into a larger soon, full of...walls that weren't metal.
The draconian woman relaxed, ears sliding a bit to a twenty degree angle in her relief. "...I..uh. Have a paper."
It sounded lame even to her.
Prosper looked up from paper work that was laid out behind the counter. Smiling at the woman's words he walked out form behind the counter. He held out his right hand as he stopped in front of her, not paying any attention to the strange draconic features.
"Welcome! I am Prosper Reed, the Manager of Past Legacies Corporation." He paused for a second then continued before the woman had a chance to say a word, "You must be here about Account six-two-seven-zero-five-one-eight, correct?"
He waited patiently for her response, his clear blue eyes calm.
"Uhm."
Another hefty pause at that while her fingers fumbled with the paper, squinting down at it to make sure the numbers were correct before answering him. "Yeah." Red eyes darted up, eyebrows furrowing slightly.
"Past Legacies Corporation? What's this about an account, anyway?" The paper was waved, almost carelessly by the female, "I didn't open an account here."
"I know m'am, but someone did and you were left with it." He stood back and then waved to the emblazed counter with the company's name. "Past Legacies Corporation is a bank. We specialize in safety deposit boxes for family heirlooms. Your family being one of them."
Prosper walked towards the counter and signaled to a young woman, "If you would please give this young lady the tag then she shall be giving you the Key to your safety deposit box though I should warn you to remember everything on that little paper please."
The young gentleman stood with his arms crossed politely in front of him.
"Family Heirlooms? But we lived on another plane of exhistance." The draconian womans protest was almost heated, webbed ears twitching in her agitation. "It's nothing that' going to kill me, is it? I don't think my ancestors much liked us."
There HAD been that great-great uncle who had disappered from the worlds for a period of years... Ferns mind flicked away from that thought quickly, moving to offer the piece of paper from the woman, lips pursing slightly.
"What happens if I dont?"
"If you don't remember the information correctly then the security alarm system will go off and you shall be arrested and dealt with. Or do you mean if you don't hand over the tag? If you decide to not accept this Account that is fine. We will never contact you again."
Prosper's gaze settled on Fern as he waited for a response. He hoped that the woman meant the first because if it meant the second then there would be hell of alot of paper work to be done and things to rescheduled.
"M'am?"
"No, I just meant if my brain blimped out and I forgot what the information was." Her nose wrinkled up, blinking and letting the other woman take her tag and taking the key in return.
"Okay... so I don't want to get arrested so..." Another lip pursing and she shuffled her feet closer, wings tightening automtically against her back. "Let's get this show on the road, yeah?"
Veronica, the young blonde woman behind the counter, accepted the tag with a nod and began to typing quickly into the computer that was attached to the desk of the counter. Not long after there was a soft mechanical purring as an area beside the computer opened up and a small metal case was brought up with the word 'Bo' etched into the lid.
Picking up the box, she settled it on the counter top and removed the lid, displaying the Key to Fern.
"Here is your Account Key m'am."
A critical eyebrow arched when she saw the name n the Key. "Bo?" Red eyes darted to the man in question. Sure, it was a quick glance...but she was pretty sure that's what it said.
"Key. Right. It looks like a..." Fern scowled, taking the Key almost carelessly. "What is this made of? Colored ivory? Glass?"
The manager frowned at the Key and shrugged his shoulders, "Not quite sure myself. The creator of the Account had it made. Now if you would please follow me?"
Prosper led Fren to the door that the Micah guarded dearly. He opened the door and entered the vault room, explaining the procedure on retrieving and accessing the Account.
"You will need to enter the Account number and Account codename into the touchpad. You will only have one try. The mechanical arm will then retrieve and place the safety deposit box on the conveyer belt at which time you will be allowed to open the box at the convience of the table provided." He pointed to the table in the middle of the room.
"You will have as much time as you like and it is up to you to figure out how to open the box itself. Please knock on the door three times when you are ready to come out."
"Oh." Fern found herself shutting up at that, lips pressing shut a wee bit. She followed Prosper to the guarded door, clearing her own throat slightly. "Okay. Yeah. Alright."
The draconic woman slid inside, hesitating as she made sure the numbers were right in her head beffore doing as the man had explained before. Her fingers shook but not enough t ******** anything up, luckily.
...or was it lucky?
When nothing happened for a long moment, cold sweats burst out over Ferns flesh and her tail twitched. Then, slowly, movement started. The conveyor belt moved, delivering to her a small box.
Key firmly in hand, Fern moved the box just slightly, to be in the 'proper' place. Still, her hand was shaking. DAMNIT! She'd killed countless people but this... This was just a stupid KEY.
There was a little shape in the top of the box - a bare indent that many wouldn't even see. But it was large enough for her to actually make out and the key hovered over it before dropping.
It was pushed into the box and not even the turn had to be made. The box started clicking, making the girl jump away - key still in the box. "Holy ********." Squeaking a little as the box popped open, revealing a little heirloom that resembled the key she held in her hand. It was a knife. Or something.
Fern took the heirloom carefully into her hands, looking it over with delicate fingers. It was razor sharp on the blade although the 'waves' were...glass? Painted ivory? Whatever they were, they weren't dangerous. Not to her anyway.
She was assuming, anyway.
That hadn't taken so much time, had it? The albino woman glanced towards teh door, moving to knock briskly at the exit three times. She had the key in her hand, the heirloom in the other. It was time to LEAVE.
Three knocks sounded from within the vault room at which Prosper responded to quickly by opening the door. He stepped aside, allowing Fern to exist the room and then directed the young draconic woman towards the lounge corner.
He carried with him a manilla folder and a leather bound notebook. Seating himself across from the new Owner, he looked up at her expectantly, "Do you have any questions before we begin m'am?"
Fern was still partilly distracted by the Heirloom in her hands, eyes on the shiny, glistenin surgace of the artifact. Propsers voice made her look up from her seat on the lounge, face flushing slightly.
"Yeah. What the HELL do I do with this thing? Does it just sit there and look pretty?"
Unbottoning his blazer, he took a seat across from the woman and begin the long process of explaining the purpose of Past Legacies. He explained to her the magic that the Heirloom and Key have and how they would manifest themselves into child and creature. He also spoke in vauge words of Fern's ancestor, the creator of the Account. Prosper then explained the potential of the Record and the rules that needed to be followed.
After his long explaination. He waited, hands folded. "If you have no further questions, then all that needs to be done is the certificate. You need to choose a name for this Legacy, it is a boy. After the certificate is complete you are free to go home until I call you back for the manifestion of the Account."
By the time he was finished, the already albino woman was ash colored, red eyes wide and her mouth was ajar. "A...wait. A baby? You're putting a BABY into my hands? How do you know I'm not a *****? A murderer? I mean, I'm nt - but how do you know?!"
Fern was almost in hysterics, hands wringing together, "I mean... we have two kids! One of them makes me kill his STUFFED ANIMALS. What if he ******** with this kids head? And the..the key thing? Oh, HELL... I thought I was jut here to pick something up that WOULDN'T turn into a kid on me. I could be some psycho!"
"M'am, we know for a fact that you are able to care for this Account." Prosper gave one of his mysterious smiles that could infuriate and yet comfort.
Keeping quiet he waited. He knew that the woman probably wanted to wring his neck at this time, but that was the problem. It wasn't time for her to know. So he kept his mouth shut as he waited for another possible wave of hysterics.
"You...you know I have the MEANS to take care of it but...you're telling me that you know how I treat my other two unholy crotchfruit?" The fact that someone knew all of that comforted the bodygaurd, somehow. "Let me guess. You planted that paper as well."
She hiccuped, head shaking just slightly. "Crap. Okay. Just don't..like..kill me for spanking the child or whatever if he misbehaves. I'm not above beating a**."
It took a few minutes for her to stop the gasping and squeaking completely but...this guy knew what she was like, right? Former mercenaries did NOT a good parent make.
But who knows.
Maybe he would.
"Shui-Long." Her voice croaked this out, "Part of the little chinese I know. Shui-Long we'll name him."
"What a wonderful name." Prosper exclaimed cheerfully as he wrote the name down on the certificate in neat calligraphy. Then he moved towards a lower corner of the certificate where he signed his own name.
Turning the Record around to face Fern, he held out his pen to her.
"If you sign this certificate, it will be the end of this transaction and you will be free to go home. I will contact you before your Account manifests."
Poor Prosper. Stuck with psychos like Fern for the time of his stay in the bank. She sat b ack a little bit, lips pursed tightly into a thin line. Her eyes stayed on him, rather suspiciously, and the took the pen.
"My name isn't signed in English," She warned the gentleman lowly, scratching out the symbols that made up her name in her native language. "There. Done."
The artifact was taken once more, hoisted against her side with a long-suffering sigh. "Okay. We're leaving now. I...well, have fun until it manifests? I have to go tell my mate now."
With that, the lanky woman turned and slid out of the bank. Time to get her story straight.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 9:50 pm
So, diary.
I've been landed with something new. Something different. I'm not sure how Rose'll react - she always liked the idea of new and magical things, but being a faerie, we KNOW she'll have violent reactions whichever way.
Liusaidh seems to like it, whatever it is. She insists on holding the key and the 'loom, even when Iain decides that he's going to pick on them. ... Freaking weird purple kid, I'm TELLING you, journal. I'm telling you... Sigh.
But I'm worried about Rose's reaction. ********, I'll write in you again, diary. Because, after all, you're SO very interested in my life.
Bah
-Fern
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 6:03 pm
"Rose?" Fern poked her head into their small house and slid inside. Iain eyed the pale woman warily, grabbing at a bun that Rose had put on the table. "Hey to you too, brat king."
Iain grinned, white teeth harsh against his grape-colored face. "I get to be a king? Wicked. I'm kinglier then you are!"
She just rolled her eyes, walking past the kid. Her hand ruffled at his hair affectionately, making Iain squeak but... he didn't retaliate. "Rose? Where are you?"
"Mmm?" The dark haired woman finally moved out into view, Liusaidh in her arms. Liusaidh waved her arms towards her other mother enthuiastically, mouth open with a silent giggle. Fern grinned, swooping over to steal away her little daughter, bouncing her gently on the soft swell of her hip.
The banshee gurgled happily (somewhere i the house, a colony of ants fell dead to the ground) and buried her face in her mothers shoulders. Fern petted back her red curls, glancing over to Rose with a faint smile. "Uhm. Something happened today."
"At the bank?" Rose blinked, un aware that they were going to get yet another youngling in the house. "Do we owe money or something like that, love?"
Fern shook her head, glancing back at Iain. The boy was playing around happily, ignoring them all. "No... I was left something, from an ancestor or something. An 'Heirloom'."
The princesses face lit up, hands clapping together slightly. "Really? What were we left?"
Everything was 'we' with Rose. Fern grinned a little bit, giving Liusaidh a little bounce. "Check my back pocket, lover. See."
Her eyebrows arched but she did as told. One dark eyebrow rose slowly as well, studying the item, fingers stroking over it with pursed lips. "Well....it's a knife." Her conclusion was reached with blaise amusement, glancing up at her lover. "Is that a bad thing? Now we can stab people. Right?"
Fern released a long-suffering sigh, nose crinkling. "It's going to become a BABY, Rosie. Another baby. Out of some chinese dragon..thing.." Hand shaking vaguely in the air, the albino grumbled, "And it's going to become a baby."
".....oh." Green eyes widened and her head tilted up to stare at her lifemate. "....oh, goddess, Fern!"
"It's not my fault!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 6:36 pm
"And Kindly `El the Beneficent speaks:
"I do not call my son by the name of Yaw, O goddess `Elat,
but Yam shall be his name!"
And he pronounces the name Yam..."
Ferns voice was a whisper and she squinted down towards the texts she was reading. The words were all small and squiggly, making her head hurt. The draconic woman leaned back in her chair, t he words from the texts still ringing in her head.
Primordial god of chaos ...well, s**t. What was she going to do with a ******** GOD of CHAOS?! What was this kid ging to be like? Some psycho ratbastard that would run around with Iain and kill things?
Oh, ********. Iain and a baby. He was good with Liusaidh, but she frightened him with her ability to kill things with her gigles and baby gurgles.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuck..." Fern groaned, the sound long, drawn out, head thumping on the librarys table. "A god of chaos. What the hell am I going to do with a god of CHAOS?"
She sighed, hand raising to rub slowly at her temples.
This kid was going to be interesting. So. Freaking. Interesting.
Quote: The name Yam means "sea" and he is also called Nahar meaning "river". In the Epic of Ba'al he is also called Yaw in one verse. Yam is the deity of the primordial chaos and represents the power of the sea untamed and raging; he is seen as ruling tempests and the disasters they wreak. Yam shares many characteristics with Greco-Roman Ophion, the serpentine Titan of the sea whom Kronos cast out of the heavenly Mt. Olympus. Likewise, the gods cast out Yam from the heavenly mountain Sappan (modern Jebel Aqra; "Sappan" is cognate to Tsephon (Tsion). The seven-headed dragon Lotan is associated closely with him and the serpent is frequently used to describe him.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 12:11 pm
"Iain?" Ferns voice was rough around the house, holding Liusaidh close to her. Sure, the little sprogglet hd been running around like crazy, dodging everything and trying to hit everyone with that ******** DOLL of his...but he'd fallen quiet as of late. It worried the draconic female (even if Rose didn't mind too much).
The child squealed on her hip, throwing her arms aroundFerns neck. Her momma was worried - kisses would make it be--
"It just DIED." Iains loud voice broke through the otherwise silence and the hard clops of his feet down the stairs could be heard. He had somehow procured a pair of large, leather, strappy sort of boots. Fern didn't ask where he'd gotten them or when - they fit, they made him happy and he didn't try to smack Liusaidh with it.
Good enough for her.
But now the child was jumping towards them, naked except for a pair of bright pink boxers and his boots, hair tied back in hundreds of little braids, and looking quite the little Highlander. She was raising a Highlander. Oh s**t. Wouldn't daddy be proud. At least she'd managed to get his hair tied back..somewhat. He only allowed it if the braids were really allowed to fall free around his head - but still. At least it was tied back.
There was a lizard in his hand.
His fist was clenched around a dead lizards head, waving it around in the air. The boy didn't seem very pleased about the status of the lizards health, grumping abit.
Clomp.
Clomp.
Clomp.
"It was moving and wriggly and we were having fun and now it's DEAD." He snarled, face twisting up and shoving the lizard into his caretakers face. The woman leapt back a little, hugging the little redheaded girl to her chest. "How did it DIE?! What did you DO, woman?"
"I didn't do anything!" Fern protested, covering Liusaidhs ears to speak to the boy privately. "Your little sibling-thing is a bean-sidhe, Iain! It means when she talks, things DIE. Be happy it was just a lizard and not YOU, you little purple-faced snot rag."
The child paused, eyeing Liusaidh critically and he held out his arms. His lower lip poked out, huffing slightly. "Let me hold her."
"What? ******** you! No way! You'll kill her!"
"Luccee LIKES me." He grumped, dropping the lizard to the ground and holding out his arms stubbornly. "Let me HOLD her."
Fern hesitated and then held the small redheaded girl out to her brother. Iains arms wrapped around her, gazing down at her with curious eyes. "Luccee," He informed his sister, "One day, you will kill people for me when you'll get bigger. And we'll take over the world."
Oh s**t.
"I'm raising Fidel Castro..." Groaning a little, head shaking a little bit.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 8:25 pm
"This must be done quickly and soon, the time is near. Gather three items that you believe to represent your Account. Remember that many facets of the family legacy and the Account itself. Take the items, once collected, and encircle your Heirloom and Key then wait..."
- Prosper Reed
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 8:41 pm
"Three items that.. ********! Rose? Rose! Hey! Rosie!" Ferns voice was heightened more then usual, Liusaidh sitting at her mothers feet and chewing at the edge of one leather. "Rosie! Lucy, baby, you don't want to eat that, I promise."
"Geebah!" The banshee chrotled happily, wriggling and beaming up at her white-haired caretaker. She listened, however, shoving a hand into her mouth to gnaw there. Outside, a family of mice shudered from heart attacks and fell down dead - nothing to worry about until she got older and larger things started dying.
Like Iain.
Purple haired brat was running through the house, making airplane noises under his breath. "BRRRRRST! BOOM BOOM BOOM! SHOT YA!"
"Iain! Take Lucy to Rose. I have to go shopping."
He pouted, grape-colored lower lip poking out stubbornly. "Why can't *I* go shopping?"
"Because." She snarled in return, tail giving an irritable flick. Then. wait. He was just trying to.. Sigh. "Because, Iain. While I'm gone, YOU'RE the man of the house. Okay? Lucy likes you. So take her and go to Rosie."
Iain hesitated but nodded, scurrying off. Time to go shopping.
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Fern eyed her loot suspiciously as she took them out of the shopping bags. Okay. Shui-long was going to be middle-eastern (why had she chosen a chinese name?!). Ish. Yam. Right? He was Yam? Water and godly and things.
Hopefully, it'd be enough.
She sighed, putting down one of the items next to the Heirloom and the Key.
A coin, she'd been told, that dated back several hundreds of years. It had been a common currancy but the words marked on it - she couldn't read them, herself - had been the title of the emporer. Or a marking of the time period, at least.
it was rare. And noble. So, it was now the brats.
Maybe a little girlie, but traditional. Another old-looking relic that had caught her eye, drawn her towards it. Metalic and shiny and heavy - it was a middle-eastern ring. A little token of jewelry.
Dragons were holy, right...? As Fern could not make herself into a dragon for the brat, she COULD buy him a rather cool statue. heavy and meaningful to the woman as well, it would decorate the childs room. It wasn't exactly from the same origin place that he was but...it was a kick a** statue.
That was it. That was all. It was all wrapped around the things she had collected from prosper... hopefully, it would be enough.
Wouldn't want to let Grandpa down.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 7:27 pm
The little Heriloom was glowing. s**t. It was GLOWING like something not good. Bad, even. It was pulsing, sitting there in the circle of the things from his 'native' place... or something like that. That's what she thought anyway.
Fern sat back on her heels, tail twitching behind her. The material of her pants was on the ground but it was ignored. This was a KID being born here - maybe not a kid she'd planned on, but a kid none the less. It was exciting, in its own, odd way. Rose was still thrilled off her a** - a boy, a boy! A godly type boy! But to the body gaurd, she wasn't too impressed... Might as well find out how and when it happened.
The flow was becoming brighter and brighter until the dragon had to hide her eyes behind a leathery wing. When the light finally faded and her wing lowered, the former bodygaurd gave a soft gasp.
Where the sword had been now sat a plump, naked baby boy. His skin was tanned, as if he had already spent days in the sun, and his hair was a dark blue, the color of a turmoiled sea in the dusk of night.
And he was in a mohawk. He had BLUE hair and it was in the form of a rather nice mohawk. It started small, she could see, a fuzz at the base of his neck and it got longer the higher on his head it got.
There were tattoos. On each bald side of his head were sworling tattoos of waves or..or wings? She couldn't tell which. There were two more on his shoulders - it was almost enough to draw the attention away from his tail.
TAIL. Ho's**t. The s**t had a cord-thing tail at the base of his spine. The tip of it twitched and flicked every so often as the child turned, slowly, to look at her.
His eyes were blue and the ears had rather large piercings in them - gauged ears. That little b*****d. Either way, a smile lit the boys chubby cheeks - it was a crooked smile and filled with mischeif. It unsettled Fern, but she spoke anyway.
"Hey there, Shui."
This kid was going to be trouble.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 9:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 7:50 pm
So Journal.
We have another kid. This one is pretty cool - he has a hawk. Hardcore for a kiddlet, if I do say so myself.
He's kind of crazy, though. rose calls it 'accident prone' but I swear he does it on purpose. Every cloth he gets a hold of, all the hair that gets torn and tangled, dishes fall and people scream. When he gets old enough to walk, he's going to be an outright terror.
I really like him.
He has a dragon too... I can't find fault with that, now can I? Bo, her name is, and she's calm compared to his squealing, wriggling fury.
And he DOES scream. It's not like the agitating wail of a newborn, rasping and needing air before they KILL YOU, either. It's... it's just not as hard as that. That's all.
We've taken to calling him 'Bard'. Iain thinks it's hilarious and dtes on him. Calling him 'Chief of the Mis' while the baby wrecks havoc around the house. Rose thinks they're adorable together, one blue, the other purple.
Iain is still wearing odd things - mismatched, cut up and resewn by his own hand. I'm glad he's no longer ordering me to kill people for him - he seems to be content with how life is currently.
Life, I fear, will be disrupted yet again. The crystal amulate around my neck has cracked. Medium said he would soon be a baby - and from what she said, he'll be a very, VERY active little boy.
...I feel BAD when I brick necklace!Dyne to see Medium. Even if she's trying to look and be angry, she still looks so sad when she looks at the necklace. It makes me feel horrible.
There's more going on then I know. Much more. I don't like it, but there's not much I can do, now is there?
-Fern Vasil
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 5:04 pm
Blue eyes squinted from under the blanket. The cloth was soft on his baby skin where the wood was hard and cold under his chest. Different stimulus made the baby wriggle a little, chubby fingers groping towards the
[TBC]
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 8:36 pm
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