What has occurred so far:
Alastair has shifted himself and Adra back in time, to the moment where Niccolò stole Alastair's name. Alastair has killed Niccolò's family, and set the home ablaze. Upon seeing the house, Niccolò immediately pushes himself to be in control of his own body, panics, and begs Adra to help him save his family. After hesitation and consideration of potential consequences, Adra agrees under the condition that Niccolò bring his family back with him to the present.
Thus, both she and Niccolò salvage his family's bodies, as well as the original body of Alastair, and places them in a special pocket dimension that she has crafted from her alchemy, the door being one that can grow and shrink from the size of a cell phone to a normal size.
After saving the family, Niccolò embraces Adra and tells her that he will never forget her kindness. The pair catch their breaths, and Niccolò lets Alastair have control again. Adra gives him a stone that will feed him energy to help fuel his time travel, though Alastair decides to not use it yet. After a small conversation, Alastair and Adra decide that it would be best to spend the night in town, as Alastair recuperates.
Alastair has shifted himself and Adra back in time, to the moment where Niccolò stole Alastair's name. Alastair has killed Niccolò's family, and set the home ablaze. Upon seeing the house, Niccolò immediately pushes himself to be in control of his own body, panics, and begs Adra to help him save his family. After hesitation and consideration of potential consequences, Adra agrees under the condition that Niccolò bring his family back with him to the present.
Thus, both she and Niccolò salvage his family's bodies, as well as the original body of Alastair, and places them in a special pocket dimension that she has crafted from her alchemy, the door being one that can grow and shrink from the size of a cell phone to a normal size.
After saving the family, Niccolò embraces Adra and tells her that he will never forget her kindness. The pair catch their breaths, and Niccolò lets Alastair have control again. Adra gives him a stone that will feed him energy to help fuel his time travel, though Alastair decides to not use it yet. After a small conversation, Alastair and Adra decide that it would be best to spend the night in town, as Alastair recuperates.
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«Oldest ‹Older 1001 – 1200 of 1451 Newer› Newest»*Kisses his cheek* I love you... *Nuzzle*
Would a kiss to him help?
And I, you. *smiles faintly* But I don't think it would help in his case. It's probably best at this point if I alter his memory, so he won't recall he ever saw us. *pauses again, thinking* Does Fabienne know where you've gone?
*Smiles* Alright... And no, I'm afraid not. *Kisses him softly*
*he will return her kiss, and then set her down* *she should be healed now* Will you go back and find her? I'll take care of this.
Yes, I will in a moment. Let me help you..?
*kisses her hair* Thank you, love.
*Gently leans forward and will hold the middle Alastair*
*he will begin to alter the memories other, restoring them so they match his own*
*Gently holds her husband's hand, watching carefully*
*takes a slow breath, and closes his eyes, trying to quiet his mind enough to concentrate* *then he will dip into the mind of the younger, and carefully recreates his own memories*
*Adra will slip into his head, and hold back some more of the rowdier names, and will move their voices into her mind for the moment*
*he appreciates the help, and will finish in a few moments* Thank you, love.
*Nods, and will gently move the names back into his head* Are we good..? Is the body in the holding center?
Yes. I just need the one that's on its way here.
*Pause* On the way here? What do you mean, darling?
Well, this is where they're going to dispose of the body of my copy.
Ah.. I see. *Rubs his arm gently* Are you ok?
*nods* I am. *though he is not especially looking forward to absorbing the experience of being burned* *but that's fine* Would you go find Fabienne, and fetch the younger me? I'll meet you back in town.
Are you sure you'll be alright by yourself?
*kisses her forehead* I am. Thank you, love.
Okay... *Bites her lip, and will go back to Fabien and the younger, to retrieve them, and will be back in no time*
[is retrieved]
*he will have just recently re-absorbed his copy, and meet them while he is walking back into town* Is everyone alright?
*Nods* Yes. Are you? Is everything taken care of?
Yes, I'm alright. And we're set to go anytime we're ready.
Okay.. *Will take Fabien's, then the youngest Alastair's arms, then wil wait for the next leap forward*
*they'll leap forward, then, and the location they land in is sunny and very hot* ...I'm not sure I'll be able to come with you on this one. But this is near to where War is buried. The building is somewhere underground, beneath us, and I know the interior is bound. I'm not sure whether or not there will be guards, but the people who locked him down there knew what they were doing. Be careful. *he doesn't just mean be careful of the traps left by the people who built this grave, but also any that might be left from War himself*
*It's so, so, hot*
*Ugh* *Squeezes her husband's hand gently, then gets on her toes, and kisses him*
*kisses her back, and then steps away* I'm sorry, my love, but I'm afraid that if I stay longer I won't be able to control myself. *he will kiss her hand once, and then teleport away* *but she can call him back if she really needs him*
*Alright* *Will gently take Fabien's arm* Let's go, and be quick. *Feels through the ground, and can sense the non-natural room that War is kept in* I don't know how we will be able to get through to that.
*Trip clears his throat behind the pair*
*Jumps a little, and turns* *Recognizes him* I don't want to know how you found us.
*Trip reaches into his coat and withdraws sunglasses and a folded piece of paper. He wordlessly put on the sunglasses, looking off into the middle distance as he unfolds the paper. The words TIME COP are carefully stencilled onto the top and bottom. In between someone has drawn a flower in green, orange and blue crayon*
*oh* *Alastair will reappear, then*
*Pause* *To Alastair* Darling, you shouldn't risk it-
*he won't leave her alone with Trip if he can help it* It's alright. *he will leave if he absolutely has to, though* *and then he turns his attention to Trip* What do you want?
*Trip doesn't interrupt them, but is now severely regretting going for an opening goof that requires him to hold one pose until someone responds*
To help. I figured you'd need it, the challenge ahead being as it is.
*thinks for a moment, and draws a long, shaky breath* *he will defer to Adra's judgement- he wouldn't trust Trip with anything, but he would be useful to them if he genuinely helps* *it's up to her*
*Gently squeezes her Alastair's hand* It's alright.. It's alright. The longer that you are here, the bigger the chance that War has of gaining control.
Aye. Regardless, you can pop back any time if I look particularly suspicious.
*they're right* Fine. *he will let go of her hand, and vanish again, but he will come back if she needs him*
*Of course* I love you, my darling. It's okay.
*Looks around, feeling underground* I'm looking for an entrance to the underground..
*Folds up the paper and puts it back*
Find anything?
((-sorry is exercising-))
I see one small entrance, about 100 meters this way *Points north* But.. I don't know.
((That's cool. Just don't push yourself too hard.))
How far away is the underground, if we were to dig down to it?
((I accidentally unplugged it uGH))
Um... Perhaps 50 meters east, ten meters down.
Ugh, I don't think we could dig that. Could you manipulate the earth out of our way?
*Nods* I can, yes. But.. Due to the nature of the room, it would be best to just use the entrance.
Isn't there something wrong with the entrance? You seemed remiss to use it.
Hmm? No- not at all. There are two guards. It's the room that will cause trouble.. *Pauses* Fabien's help will be imperative.
Right. *Trip is uncomfortable with confronting people from the past, but he already knows that this episode won't cause a paradox, so he keeps schtum*
Are you ready, Fabien? *Vaguely remembers the mysterious stranger. He doesn't remember her exhibiting any specific abilities at the time and is eager to be surprised*
*the younger version of Alastair will speak up* I assume we're not going to kill the guards?
I think it would be best to minimize the damage done..
*Trip doesn't comment. He can't, or risk a paradox. A paradox that won't happen. A paradox that nevertheless would probably happen if he were to*
We can probably just skip through, I'd imagine.
[oh the time cop dude is back]
[she wonders if his presence is a good idea or not, but decides that she's not the one who should be making that judgement]
I'll help in any way I can, of course.
*To Fabien* Like... It appears that the room is surrounded with ten feet of solid steel walls.. Which is why I figured that your aid would be imperative
Ah.
[Tilts her head]
I should be able to help with that.
I'll almost certainly be useless for several hours afterwards, though.
I can stay here and look after you while you rest. Adra and Trip are more powerful than I- I wouldn't be able to provide as much assistance, anyway.
*Smiles to Fabien* That is what practice is for, then..
Are you sure? *He glances at Adra* You guys have been doing a swell job so far. I'd be happy to look after Fabien, if needs be.
We shall see.. We will have to be careful. War is very powerful.
I am only here so my older version won't exhaust himself using time travel on his own. Perhaps we do work well together, but I know the two of you are stronger than I am, and this tomb will probably be very difficult to steal from. It is unfortunate that Fabienne won't be able to go in with us, but there doesn't seem to be any other way to get in, so I'll stay here.
Alright..*Nods* I have the door. Let's try to get a little closer.
[reaches out with her metal senses, getting a feel of the wall]
*The flesh on Trip's hands glows purple with energy. He nods to young Alastair*
Lead the way, then, Adra.
*She will, until they are about fifty feet from the entrance* Ok.. So we need to get past the guards.
*just watches quietly, intrigued to see the powers of Fabien and Trip*
Does the room have any furnishings?
[Fabien does not know the answer to this]
No, not that I can tell. Just... War's body.
I see... *He frowns. Suddenly, his face lights up with an idea*
Where do they go to relieve themselves? We can them there.
...
We're in a forest.
Also, that could take hours. Why don't we just sneak up to the entrance?
[Watches the guards' movements, looking for patterns]
*get them there
If you think that would work better then I tried to your superior knowledge of the situation.
*yield to you superior knowledge
Good. *Adra is much, much smarter than both Trip and Alastair, she is sure*
*Will sneak up gently, and will let her hand ripple the ground, and flip them into the air*
[She's smarter than Fabien as well]
[Fabien lets Adra do her thing. She continues to focus on the metal wall, as the more she can feel it and understand it, the less energy it will take to manipulate]
*Good*
*It is made out of a mixture of metals- copper, steel, iron- and, as mentioned, the digits are on the inside*
*Adra will move the earth until both men are trapped in the rocks, and unconscious* *Dumps them a ways away, and will open the door herself*
*The hallway isn't too terribly long, and there aren't any traps- just a metal wall at the end that goes to War's chambers*
Who is after this, love?
Arisbel. I'm afraid I won't be able to stay with you there, either...
*Nods, and gently projects affection* I can handle her. Aretha and War are the only two I'm worrying about
*sigils
*Trip follows behind Adra, his eyes scanning the walls, ready for them to open up and unleash some sort of terror*
Nice work.
[Fabien walks to the end of the hall and places her hand on the wall.]
[She turns to Adra and raises an eyebrow]
*Turns her head* What is it, Fabien?
Should I do metal-y things now?
*Pause*
yes.
*Trip watches the metal-y things with interest*
*Alastair is also very interested in the metal-y things*
((XD))
((I love the mental image of both of them just standing side by side and staring at Fabien while she does her magic :P))
[Fabien concentrates]
[A small amount of metal displaces itself and creeps across the wall, leaving an indent]
[More and more metal moves out of the way and then suddenly there's a hole that's big enough for Adra to walk through (Trip would have to duck)]
[Fabien stumbles]
[The walls are converted in a thin coating of metal now--it had to go somewhere]
[There will be a tendril or two creeping along the floor that the others will want to avoid so they don't trip or get stuck]
[Also there is a blank space on the wall that's roughly Fabi-shaped, slightly taller. Like, a silhouette]
*Adra gently places a hand on Fabi's arm, and will help her lean back on the wall* *Peers in* Trip, make sure she is fed and is drinking water.
*Turns and goes into the room, looking around, and shuffles to War's large body* *Thinks* What happened to War's friend, again? The woman. Can we help her? *Pulls the door out and will enlarge it, so she can pull War in*
((Trip, may I ask who has usurped your title as the land's foremost banana thief?))
She was eventually captured and sold into slavery. I suppose we could help her, if you wish.
Oh my god... Please, we have to.
[She's not as tired as she thought she'd be, but she's a bit off balance]
[Her attempt at metal-bending started out like walking through water, and then suddenly the water was gone and there was less resistance]
[She will still have to close the wall once Adra is back out though]
*it's alright* *She will haul War into the door, then, and leave him there, secured, and closes the door, coming back to Fabi* You alright?
[Nods]
[The wall reverts to its original state, except for a couple of cables that keep Fabien from falling over]
*Helps Fabi* Here, let's get you out of here, okay?
[After a moment, the metal cables let go and go back to being part of the wall]
[Fabien goes with Adra]
[She's not as fuzzy headed as she was after she got the spear tip out of Adra, because this didn't take as much concentration + detail, but she's still not used to using that much magic and it was rather large-scale]
*Gently takes Fabi(en)'s arm, and helps her down the hall again* You did wonderfully.
((It's a reference to Flight Of The Concords. They describe themselves as the fourth most popular folk/parody band in New Zealand. :P))
*Trip's hand sits on Fabien's back supporting her. She can feel the warm hum emanating from it*
*Though Trip should know that Fabi is disguised as a man, Fabien*
((Technically Fabi hasn't even started going by Fabi yet. Her original taken name was kind of stupid sounding. When she gets back to 2010, she'll remember this stuff as sort of vague dreams, and she'll remember part of the name she used and part of the stuff she did (though none of the details, and she won't remember Adra, Alastair, or Trip). Fabi S. starts to be her "superhero identity" and the person she wants to be, even though she doesn't actually remember what the S. stands for.))
((So yeah.))
((Ooohhhh))
*Alastair will likely appear once they get out, to take them to the next time period* *Yay*
((This plot is actually fitting so well with things I'd already vaguely specified about Fabi's past. It's great.))
[Fabien is tired and a bit dehydrated]
*Adra will hold onto her arm until they move again- though this is likely the instance where they may save War's friend*
*Will help Fabi sit on a rock, and hand her water* There you go..
[Takes the water]
Thank you.
[She's glad to be still awake. It was easier than she was expecting]
[She also likes being able to do things that actually help and make a difference]
*the older Alastair will appear, then* Where are we going now?
We need to help War's friend.. And get her to safety, so she can the be there for him.
*pauses* Just her?
*Pauses as well* Are there others, too?
I just- I am remiss to try to do anything too drastic. I would hate to accidentally get Nelson Mandela's great great great grandfather accidentally killed, or something.
*nods* Most everyone from his home. But I agree we should try not to make too big an impact on history. I don't know who these people are, or who their ancestors will be.
Alright... Let us save his best friend.
Alright. *he will teleport them, then, just outside of her village* *shudders, struggling to stay in control of himself* She's here...
*Nods, and will sift through his memories, to get a picture of her, and her name* I will retrieve her. What was War's name? What did she call him?
*Pause* You should get out of here.
*his name is Ikeogu, hers is Zicora* *his other very good friend's name is Somadina, and- he needs to go now* *he vanishes*
*Will gently will him to be okay*
*With those three names in mind, she goes to search* *Goes to find his two friends, using some of Alastair's Magic to disguise herself* *So she isn't white*
*that may be a good idea* *but they will still recognize her as a stranger, and so a man will approach her, to greet her* *he will address her in Igbo, and ask politely who she is and why she's there*
*Alastair is trying*
*She knows gently* *Sends him support*
*Um*
*Will try to respond with the magic knowledge* My name is Adra.. I have a message for Zicora and Somandina.
*he also knows a bit of English, but is relieved that she seems to know his language* *he will offer to lead her to them, and ask who sent her*
*Responds timidly* A friend of theirs. I was met on the road to the village by their friend- but I don't know who they are..?
*an old friend? He wonders... But doesn't say anything* *he just nods, and will lead her to the two of them- they are engaged in a game of Okwe* *he'll explain this woman has a message for them, from a friend*
*they are curious, and step away from the game to speak to her*
*Pauses*
Please don't be alarmed, but your friend, Ikeogu, is still alive. And... hurt.
*Zicora practically leaps up* Ikeogu? You know where he is?
*She nods* Yes- please, it is a long story... The short version is that he was captured, and he just became very bitter and angry and hateful and we are now able to free him, and I wanted his friends to help him become himself again.
*the other stands, as well* Take us to him. Please.
*She will gently take both of their hands* Please, don't be too frightened, but he is incapacitated at the moment. If you'll follow me, please.
*When they are far enough away from the village, she opens the door, and will lead them into the pocket dimension, so they can observe War from his energetic prison*
*a slight gasp escapes Zicora's lips, and she covers her mouth with her hand* You said he was still alive... *Somadina is already looking around at the others, and it only takes a moment for her to notice, as well* What is this place...?
He will be soon...
*Pause*
His soul, so to speak, was taken from him. We are going to put his soul back into his body, where it belongs.
How can we help?
*She pauses once* He.. Is not a good person. At least, not now. When he is revived, he will be very angry, but I will need you two to stay with him, to comfort him and remind him that he is loved
*Somadina nods* I know that his anger, at the Europeans, has made him bitter... It is hard to understand what is happening here, but we will do our best to help him.
*Nods* Yes.. *Pauses, then will remove her disguise, so she looks like herself* Please don't hate me- but this is important enough that I didn't want to have to deal with the race division present in this time period. Would the two of you mind staying in this room whilst we go back to him? It might be easier..
*they both stiffen slightly, but mostly because of her use of magic* *Zicora offers her a small smile* We don't hate everyone who has white skin. We only fight those who view us as property.
*Somadina speaks, then* We will stay and look after him. Thank you for helping him.
*Nods* Thank you both- I just know Ikeogu, and thought that maybe you might have the same sentiment... Thank you, though. *She will lead them to a corner of the big place, where there is a fridge and pantry of food, as well as a chest of clothes and two large beds* I'm sorry, this is all I have. But I imagine it won't be longer but an hour before we begin.
((Friendy, do we still want to do the other names, or jump ahead here?)
(Even
((We can skip now, I think- there are only one or two left. And we'll have to decide how to write the next piece...))
((You're right..))
((@Anyone left who is watching/ thinking of participating, it will take a number of months for Adra to learn how to separate names.
@Alastair- should we skip all of the months at once, and assume that we are at a point where she knows, or shall we do short stories from different points during his time- keeping in mind that War's friends, and Niccolò's family will be revived immediately, and will stay with them))
((Oh, they will? Alright. I think, for time's sake, it would be best to just skip over all of that, and perhaps write up some short stories to post later. Assuming that's alright with everyone. It just seems to me that it would be more interesting to move on to what comes next.))
((I will probably join as another character if there's an opportune moment for that, but I think Fabien's arc has reached the point where she has to disappear))
[When Adra returns to the rock, the container of water is sitting there, but Fabien is gone by the same power that time-traveled her in the first place]
[She appears in 2010 and finds that she missed about a week. She has a few years worth of memories, but there are so many blank spots, and the exact details get fuzzier every time she tries to recall]
[She remembers using her magic, though, and she remembers helping people.]
[Maybe that lady on the street corner was right after all....]
[She smiles slightly and after assuring everyone she is completely ok, schedules a flight to New York]
((Yes, boo :3))
*So a very very large time skip, then, perhaps around five months*
*After arriving from their travels, Adra would have brought Zicora and Somadina from the pocket dimension, as given them each a room- she would have helped revive Niccolò's family, as well, unless Niccolò wanted to wait until he could speak to them by himself, in his own body*
*Preparations for the move would have begun, as well- Adra would have given each body a bound room in the Medical facilities- and have tried to revive the bodies, so they could survive without the names- she would have found a way* *Each room is also bound, so the names cannot escape once they have been revived- so they can all receive aid and therapy*
*Adra would have, additionally, brought Noelle in to help with this all*
*Adra has gotten pretty good at separating and stealing names- she began with bugs, then went to mice*
((Of course, Fabi- you're more than welcome to*
*Adra will be in the kitchen now, her cane propped against the counter, as she is cooking for everyone- and she means everyone*
*Is baking a large turkey for everyone, as well as a Caesar salad, a pan of mashed potatoes, cranberries, dinner rolls, and has a few bottles of wine for the adults, and a juice pouch for Alek* *Her hair is pulled back into a frazzled bun as she cooks*
*Aretha Tesla will be there, imprisoned as well as the bodies they took, though she is not dead* *there will also be pairs of cleavers stationed at various points in the hall, for added security, a small number of assorted sanctuary officials to oversee and just act as witnesses, and a team of talented sensitives* *this is all part of the arrangements that Ari made- as an Elder, and as a human being, she couldn't just let all of these people go free* *but for the same reasons, she also can't let them all be treated as the ruthless criminal that they are together* *so as each name is returned to its host, the sensitive team will determine what should be done with them*
*they'll try to discern how guilty each person is for the crimes of the collective whole, and determine an appropriate sentence* *they will also assess the mental state of each person, and determine what level of mental support they will need going forward* *Ari is determined to treat everyone as fairly and humanely as possible, but she also needs to do this in a way the Sanctuary will approve of- hence the cleavers and officials*
*Of course*
*Adra would have taken food to the people who survived having their name stolen, including Ari, and then she will send a message to her husband, Niccolò's family, and then War's friends*
*This is their last night- the names- as a cohesive unit*
((Moss, if you're still here- Aretha invites Economical to be present, if you wish. It is entirely up to you.))
*there are only two or three that survived, including Ari, but they will thank her*
*and they will get the message* *Niccolò and Alastair are both a little nervous, but Alastair more so*
*Will gently rub her husband's shoulder as she arranged the table- figures they would do this buffet-style, so everyone can make their own plates* My love, it's alright.. I am here.
*pauses briefly, then nods, and will help her set up* *there's no point in asking- he knows she's sure she wants to do this* *he will just accept the consequences*
*Makes a plate for him as they wait for everyone else to arrive, and will bring him to the table to sit down and rest* *Gently strokes his hair, and sits beside him* *Brings Alek over, and will feed the baby from her plate*
*Noelle appears, quiet like a ghost, and will get a glass of water, and sits far at the other end*
[Economical is there to take notes based off of what the sensitives say]
[He speaks slowly, but he is very speedy at writing and typing]
[He used to be a stenographer]
Thank you, love. *adores their little Alek, and will kiss his head* *then he will look to the other end of the table* How are you doing, Noelle?
*Alek enjoys kisses, and Adra cuts up some turkey*
*Adra is about seven seats away* I'm fine, thanks. *She drinks her water*
*Adra pauses, wondering if everyone else got the dinner call*
*Ari is glad to have Economical there :)*
*And Economical would have been called for dinner as well*
*Adra cuts up more little food bites for the baby, who eats it diligently*
((I Msd now- apologies.))
((❤️))
((OH YEAH
the message told everyone t was dinner time))
[Economical and Savvy Gray, a turquoise-haired sensitive, sit next to each other at dinner and discuss typewriters]
((I like the name Savvy Gray, Fabi))
*Noelle finishes her water, and then slides away, drifting off somewhere else in the lab* *Perhaps, to check on some of the sleeping bodies- double checking*
*Adra continues to feed the baby between bites of feeding herself- she is going to need a lot of energy for tomorrow*
*Alastair is happy to see her eating* *abd it's true- she will need it*
*The baby really likes the turkey, and chews thoughtfully, as if he is contemplating some cosmic enigma*
*Adra gently strokes her son's hair as he eats, and leans over to press her lisp to his head* *He looks exactly the same as before, with only one slight exception- his hair is just a degree lighter, though it is nearly unnoticeable*
*Alek, once finished, will begin to kick his feet, and reach out for his father* *Wants to be held*
*awh* *picks up his little Alek, and holds him gently, petting his hair* You're so precious, my dear boy.
*Alek gently touches his daddy's lip, his fingers hooking on the inside, looking off to the side distractedly* *Alastair may feel a slight sense of excitement that Alek is unconsciously injecting into him* *Perhaps he may feel as if he is looking forward to something, with curiosity*
*Adra will pick more at her food absentmindedly, as Alek is being held, thinking a lot about tomorrow*
*Re-sends the message to Zicora and Somadina, as well as Niccolò's family, that dinner is ready downstairs, for when they're ready*
*he is so precious, and his excitement helps Alastair feel a little more at ease*
*Niccolò's family will begin to filter in, sitting together as a unit* *but they are a bit of a distance from Alastair, because although Niccolò's mother and oldest sister have mostly made peace with the situation, the younger two are still uneasy around him*
*Zicora and Somadina will come in a few minutes later*
*That's okay* *When Alek sees Niccolò's oldest sister(?), he squeals, and holds his hands out*
*Everyone in the room might feel a tiny, faint sense of excitement that Alek is glowing with* *He is still unknowingly sending the emotions out*
*smiles gently* Would you like her to hold you, my darling Aleksander?
*Alek nods a lot* *Alek really likes Niccolò's big sister* *She is so nice* *He kicks and kicks a little bit, struggling to reach for her*
((What are all of their names, again?)
[A little ways away, Savvy and Economical both feel Alek's energy.] [Savvy smiles slightly, mostly with her eyes.] [Economical grins like an idiot--small children are the best.]
*Alek is certainly a sweet little cinnamon roll, too* *Alek is shy, but if he sees people often enough to feel more comfortable, he is very, very sweet*
*He also loves cuddles*
((From oldest to youngest- Angez, Rapine, Anne, and Mercy. Ages are 35, 19, 15, and 12.))
*Rapine smiles warmly, and walks closer, lifting Alek out of Alastair's arms* Hello, Aleksander. Did you have a good day today? *she pets his hair- it is so soft and fine*
*Alek nods, and wraps his little arms around her neck, nuzzling his head into her shoulder* *He is very snuggly, and will place a tiny, tiny kiss on Rapine's cheek as a hello- he usually does that for everyone*
*Adra smiles a little, realizing that most of the room is likely completely bewitched by her son's charm*
*he is so sweet* *she places a kiss on his head, and cuddles him*
*of course they are- Alek is exceptionally charming*
*The little boy is very content in Rapine's arms* *He then points to the chairs where she was sitting* *He wants her to sit with her sisters and mother- because the undivided attention from Rapine simply just isn't enough for his little liking*
*Adra gently slides her hand up to the back of her husband's neck, massaging him there* Would you like for some more food, darling?
*awh* *he is high-maintenance like his father* *Rapine, her mother, and Anne will fawn over him- Mercy is still sulking*
I think I've had enough, my love. But thank you. Would you like any more?
*Alek is very very cute, and he does enjoy the attention that is being given*
*Being the astute boy he is, he also can feel Mercy's sullenness*
*And she may feel a comforting sense was over her, gently*
*Alek doesn't like it when people aren't happy*
*Adra shakes her head* No, I'm fine. *Pushes from her seat, and picks up her husband's plate and utensils, as well as her own, and will bring them to the sink to wash, before the dish washer*
*she will feel a little better, then*
*he will follow her, and kisses her hair* Thank you for doing this.
*Alek will gently curl up against Rapine, hiding against her clothes as he cuddles*
*Adra gives him a little lopsided smile, and goes to open some wine* *Hers is white tonight* Would anyone else care for a glass? *Addressing the table*
*one of the sensitives may ask for a bit of wine*
*Of course* *She will get them a glass, and sits beside her husband- she has not given herself a lot- but she just genuinely enjoys the taste, but she doesn't want to be affected*
*Sits beside her husband, again, and takes his hair* *She speaks softly* Are you ready for the morning, my love?
*breathes out slowly* I'm not sure. But I cannot even imagine how much of a relief it will be to live without all of the voices.
*Nods slowly, taking his hand in both of hers, running her fingers comfortingly over his knuckles* I'll chase the dawn and dusk with you, and tomorrow I will not allow anything bad to happen. My love, I will do you proud.
*kisses each of her hands, and then her forehead* I know you will. You already have. Thank you, my darling.
[Both Savvy and Economical politely refuse the wine]
*Smiles- she loves all oh his chaste kisses* *Glances at the clock on the wall, and moves to excuse herself from the table for the evening* *Pauses, then turns to the women who fawn over Alek* Rapine, would you mind putting Alek to bed this evening? I have to get some things ready for tomorrow.
*That is quite alright*
*Adra would still leave the food out in case they would like some more to eat*
*she smiles, and nods* *still doesn't know her too well, but she likes Adra* It would be my pleasure.
Anything I can help you with, love?
*Smiles to Rapine* Thank you.
*Alek begins to play with Rapine's hair*
*Adra smiles* No thank you, Alastair. I can handle it. I'm sure you can entertain yourself with those two gentlemen over there... *She bends over and kisses his temple, before slipping from the room.*
*she will let him have her hair, and plays little games with him*
*Alright* *he will let her go, then, and move a little closer to Economical and Savvy* Hello.
*Alek is very willing to play games* *He likes games* *He likes winning*
*Hair is so soft to play with, but his attention span is microscopic, and when an ambient fly drifts by, he will try to catch it*
*Adra is in the room where they will be tomorrow: it is a circular room, and it is in the middle of the consecutive rooms that al hold the names' corpses* *Gently, she wil kneel down, and begin to draw on the floor*
Economical: He-ello, A-Alastair.
Savvy: nods in greeting--she has food in her mouth]
[a few seconds later]
'Sup?
*sighs* Not very much, unfortunately. But tomorrow... That will be something. Thank you both for taking time out of your schedules for this.
Economical: Not a p-problem. [He's very proud of his schedule-rearranging skills.]
*Adra will work for about three or four hours, making sure that all of the symbols are perfect, before moving down to her bedroom, to go to bed*
Anything interesting going on in either of your lives?
*Adra decides to make herself a lovely bath, putting in some nice colored bombs and bubbles, and dims the lights so she may relax* *Places her phone in a speaker, and a beautiful cello plays*
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*Noelle is much farther off, somewhere way back into the lab* *Unlike everyone else, her room is away from the center of life, in one of the far outlier hallways* *It's kinda small, and so she curls up, and writes some more notes on the names*
[Savvy nods enthusiastically] My band is recording a new single next Sunday! It's called "Wreckage," and the chorus sounds like a break-up song, but if you listen to the verses, it's actually about political corruption.
[Economical bought a lovely new desk organizer the other day, but he's not sure Alastair would find that interesting, so he just shrugs]
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