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Post by kinkachu on Nov 15, 2011 20:17:07 GMT -5
The walk to his home had been fairly brisk, bringing the trio upon his doorstep sooner then they had expected. Vandall hesitated for a brief moment before entering, nervously rearranging his collar further around his face. “Best get this over with, then.” he mumbled to his entourage.
He barely had the door cracked before it flew from his grip, revealing a plump figure standing between the frame. A little old woman stood ram rod before the group, glaring the lot down with steel gray eyes that seemed to possess the ability to cut even the hardiest of souls down to the wick. They flickered with something akin to annoyance; her face certainly showed that much, being tinged with a light sprinkle of rouge.
Her attention swayed from Lusey, then Raimy, until finally narrowing onto her main target. Vandall.
He flinched, gulped, then hunched, losing once smug, better-then-thou air the moment that woman‘s glower rested upon him. Lusey had to suppress a giggle seeing him reduced to a trembling, whimpering school boy. She had to remind herself how serious this situation was… no matter if he was beside himself stammering like a complete dolt.
“G-G-Genevieve? What are you d-doing here so early?”
The woman placed a hand on her doughy hip, frowning even more at him, “What do you think I’m doing here, Serge! Certainly not to pay a friendly house call by the looks of it. And speaking of looks This HOUSE! Would you care to explain to me how it got to this state?”
Lusey had to cover her mouth, holding back a snort, “Serge?”
Vandall gave a brief warning glare to her, quickly returning to his fumbling. “W-well you see…” Fiddling with his hands, “Uh uh uh… it‘s um… uh uh I haven‘t had time to… uh…”
The old woman’s anger seemed to melt on the spot, her arms shooting up to take him into a strong, bone crushing hug. “Oh shut up and give your nana a hug.”
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Post by luseylottay on Nov 17, 2011 0:14:47 GMT -5
It was at that point that Lusey couldn't help but let a small giggle escape her lips, which brought some attention to her. The older woman let go of the somewhat thrashing Vandall and focused on her for a moment, raising a single eyebrow. "And who is this, Serge? Your current girlfriend?" Both of their faces paled and turned the smallest bit pink as they almost in unison yelled out "NO!" Lusey walked up and held out her hand. "No, no, I'm just here as a representative of sorts. Vandall is trying to avoid crowds for... reasons..." She continued to scan Lusey, then Raimy. "And the one behind you?" Lusey looked back at the disguised fly and shrugged. "Oh that's just my brother, Ephraim. We came over from the States together..." Thank God this woman knows english... "Anyways, I'm here to help set up with whatever workforce Serge could round up. He'll have to stick out here with Ephraim, the big guy has an easily distracted demeanor." The woman didn't argue, but simply huffed and led her inside, leaving Vandall and Raimy outside.
The workforce wasn't huge, maybe five or so people discluding Genevieve and Lusey, who admittedly would probably not have too easy of a time helping out in Vandall's hell house." She spoke to them through Genevieve, because unfortunately, none of them knew much English. Within about an hour, they had a plan, all the while Vandall was struggling with keeping Raimy in one place without wandering away at the merest glimpse of something shiny.
After a while, Lusey and Genevieve came back outside, the latter of which had her arms crossed, eying Vandall with a harsh curiosity. Vandall looked away and started to twiddle his thumbs. "S-so everything went well, right?" She nodded. "Ad I've been made clear of your accommodations, as well. With the people you managed to scrape up..." "A few weeks, maybe more depending on how badly damaged the rooms are." He slouched in utter disappointment. "There isn't any way to... speed thing up.... is... there?" The back of his neck would have been sweating at that point, the piercing glare that that older woman gave him! "Sorry... Not a chance. Now shoo! Before I get the broom!" He yelped like a little boy and took a few step backs. "I am a grown man, Genevieve!" "You don't seem to have grown past twelve, and I should know, why, I practically raised you! Now scat!" They left quickly, leaving the woman to direct the house cleaning. Raimy chittered in curiosity. What the hell just happened? And... Vandall was raised around... humans?
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Post by badluckcat on Nov 22, 2011 15:34:06 GMT -5
Shifting in place Ephraim uncomfortably looked down at his shoes, wiggling his toes inside the confining contraptions he was forced to wear.
Making an irritated sound that was muffled behind his much-loved yellow scarf he started to pace back and forth trying to get used to the shoes.
Ignoring Vandall’s questioning and irritated gaze, he kept walking back and forth until he was so focused on his walking that he did not pay attention to where he was walking.
Not seeing the hole in the path, Ephraim found himself flailing for a few seconds midair before hitting the ground with a loud -THUD-.
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Post by kinkachu on Nov 25, 2011 12:29:11 GMT -5
Ker THUNK!
‘What the hell was that?’ Vandall tore his attention from his gloves, having to do a double take when he spotted Raimy floundering on the ground, kriiii-ing wildly with both arms and legs kicking in all directions. Vandall bit his lip, a strange expression crossing his features. It looked almost like a smile but that was impossible. The man sized treehopper didn’t smile!
But… if one should happen to look at his face at that moment, they would definitely see the beginning’s of one. The edge of his lips were pulling up, stretching for every second he watched the other helplessly paw at the air. His chest heaving trying to contain the giggles.
It was no use. A snort and chuckle soon morphed into an all out cackle, bending him over until his upper body was parallel to the ground. “Oh god!” He clutched his sides, feeling a few tears squirt out the harder he laughed, “Did you…hahah? You did. You (ahaha) fell and now cant… cant… AHAHA! You look like a turtle.”
Raimy didn’t think it all that funny, huffing and pouting like a child about to throw a tantrum; reaching his hands towards Vandall and crying out for some assistance. He opened and closed his hands in a needy gesture, bouncing and mewling like a baby wanting to be held.
“No no, not yet. I haven’t finished laughing at you.”
“Kriiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” Raimy cried, thumping his feet against the ground.
“Wait for it. Wait… (snicker snort) alright. Whew, I‘m…. pffffft ahahaaaaaa…. I‘m good.” He breathlessly swiped the tears away, grunting -and still snickering- as he yanked the fly up and off his feet.
Raimy very nearly fell over a second time, legs shuffling to find purchase; wrapping his slender arms around the nearest stable thing present.
Vandall.
He squeezed for all he was worth, hanging off the other insects neck like a heavy, constantly slipping scarf. “Eh, get off me. Get” hand on Raimy’s face, “OFF!” Shove.
The fruit fly in disguise stumbled backwards, righting himself only after landing up against a gate. “Krii?”
“And you keep your filthy hands to yourself, I‘m NOT here to carry your maladroit sotte.” Vandall hissed, straitening his jacket to better cover his face. “God, where is Lusey. I‘m not a putain babysitter.”
Raimy stuck out his tongue, displaying a cheeky side of himself that had the other gawking. “Did you just-?”
“Kri.” He stuck his tongue out further, shaking his head with a grin.
“Stop that.”
“Meh.”
“Stop.”
Raimy put all four hands to his temples, doing a nah-nah face while waggling his tongue.
Vandall‘s brows slanted downward, annoyed, flatly hissing, “How‘s about I knock you on your baudet again? And LEAVE you there.”
Raimy’s tongue popped back into his mouth. He dutifully clammed up and waited for Lusey.
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Post by luseylottay on Nov 26, 2011 23:50:48 GMT -5
Lusey sat back as the small group returned with their tools and supplies, smiling at the sheer fact that she was going to be able to see such desolate ruins cleaned and rebuilt into what was obviously once a very nice home. She was daydreaming in colors as she always did... until she realized Genevieve was speaking again... "-et avec cela étant dit, ne perdons pas plus de temps à sur la conversation inutile. Mettons-nous au travail!" To which one obviously enthusiastic worker exclaimed "Allons-y!" Even Lusey managed to stare at the speaker for a moment before she stood up and cracked her back. "Well. I better go check on my brother and Vandall, they don't usually get along well when left alone for too long..." "Really? But he used to be quite the sociable little boy!" "What?" She looked at the older woman with wide eyes... slowly, a devious grin crossed over her face. "Oh... do go on..."
Vandall paced silently, grumbling to himself in bitter annoyance as he awaited Lusey's return. The sooner he could sit down and (hopefully) get some of his work done in peace (if he could attain it), the better. He heard laughter and looked up just in time to see Lusey opening the door, waving her hand at Genevieve in farewell. There were small tears in the corners of her eyes and the biggest grin one could imagine on her face. "Yes! I'll be sure not to let him forget that! I'll c-check back in in a week, alright? It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss!" "Likewise, Mademoiselle! Until then!" And the door was shut, leaving a still giggling Lusey there at the bottom of the steps. Vandall stepped forwards and glared down at her. "Well you certainly took your time in there." Lusey's grin only faded a little as she looked up at him defiantly. "I hope I didn't burden you with having to watch Ephraim, but there were a few stories that your nanny had to say about you." Vandall's face paled instantly. Oh god, what stories had been shared about him!? "Like the one about you hiding up on the roof in nearly nothing because you refused to take a bath... A-and-" she snickered as his face went from pale to a light pink, "-The one about how you once ran around the house with a black bra on your head because you thought it looked like a pirate hat!" Lusey burst back into laughter, clutching her sides as the mental image danced around her head, Vandall still standing there in complete shock. Even Raimy started to chitter in laughter, even if he didn't understand what she was talking about, the look on his face was too much. Of course, once Ephraim joined in, Vandall shook himself back to reality, and turned his head to glare viciously at the fly, who squeaked and hid behind Lusey. She raised her eyebrows and looked back at Vandall, smile fading slowly. "I don't need crude stories like that being passed around. Nobody else is to know about them. Do you hear me?" She stuck out her tongue, a giggling noise coming up out of her throat. "Fine, but you've got to be nicer to Ephraim... and start teaching me more French! You've only helped me through the minimal basics at this point, it wont suffice." He growled and turned his back, grabbing her arm to drag her along. "Very well, folle fillette. Let's go. I'd prefer we get this done quickly so I can move on..." She pulled her arm from his grip and walked next to him, a defiant pout replacing her grin.
Vandall sighed in annoyance as they made their way back to his temporary accomodations. 'A few weeks... a few weeks... I'll go mad!' They walked back in silence, save an occasional quiet chirp from Ephraim, who still hadn't quite gotten over his little "argument" with Vandall...
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Post by badluckcat on Dec 6, 2011 14:06:57 GMT -5
It had been two days since the odd trio had visited Vandall’s mansion.
At the moment, Raimy was sitting in front of the balcony doors, peering through the windows as Vandall and Lussey had their ‘French Lesson’.
Looking over a fuzzy shoulder the goggled fly made a face as once again the two where in a heated discussion. Honestly, and they called him childish!
Shaking his head at the human and ex-human, he turned his attention back outside. Enjoying sun streaming through the windows, he was mostly there to watch small fluffy clouds pass over Paris.
Ignoring shifting of his wings (Because if he did not ignore it, he would remember that they were all but useful) he stomped down the urge to throw the doors open and take off, let himself flutter around with out a care. (He only remembers one thing pre-change and that was 'The Flight', that was one thing he could not, would not and did not want to forget.)
The sound of a door slamming brought him out of his funk, snapped him out of that quickly dark derailing train of thought.
Those pale eyes slid to the person (Today it was Lussey‘s turn to storm out, it seemed) stomping in to the room he was in.
Lussey did not seem to register his presence as she slammed open another door leading out of the room and proceeded to slam it shut and the same happened when she had reached her room.
Oh boy. Guess another lesson went to hell.
Shaking his head Raimy figured he would leave them both to cool down before he would bug one of them.
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Post by kinkachu on Dec 10, 2011 14:22:23 GMT -5
That infuriating woman!
How hard was it to comprehend a simple, every day, run of the mill sentence? He had drilled it into her head, repeated it time and time again and yet she STILL refused to roll the syllables as he had shown her before, preferring to butcher his native language with her floundering English tongue instead of letting the words flow like liquid glass from her lips.
INFURIATING!
He couldn’t take it any more and made it clear by grabbing her chin and forcing her to stare into his face. She had not taken that physical contact lightly, opting to shake him off and punch his chest (regretting it immediately when her knuckles smashed into his hard chest plates.) It was only a split second later she turned tail and stormed into her room, shouting insults and a million curse’s upon his unborn children over her shoulder. Not to say he hadn’t done the same, egging her retreat on and huffing the entire time.
“Stupid creature that you are! See if I waste my time in educating an addle brained miscreant again.”
“Go to hell, you damn bloody creeper!”
The slamming of the door hardly dampened their argument, for Vandall paced up and down the length of the room, steam practically wafting from his shoulders as he continued to rant incisively. “She ask‘s me to teach her French, I try to teach her French. Is it MY fault she‘s to ignorant to grasp it? No! The coward can barely speak her own language and wants me to teach her this? HA! Haha!”
“For your information,” she screamed from behind her door, apperntly not giving up the fight just yet, “I could learn just fine if you would stop patronizing me like the ugly bully that you are.”
This really got his dander up. Pointing an accusing finger towards the door, he bellowed, “It‘s not my fault you‘re to stupid to grasp anything I say. Not that I expected less from a backwards American but I still expected you to catch on to SOME of my words. Guess I over estimated your abilities.”
Oh, that had done it! Lusey opened her door only long enough to chuck a French to English translating book at his head and narrowly missing him by an inch. The book zoomed past, thudding somewhere in the kitchen as Vandall straightened immediately, glowering at the woman that, again, slammed her door and expected that to be that.
“Fine! Stay ignorant. It suits you so well.”
“There’s no such thing as a bad student, pest. Just bad TEACHERS.”
Raimy could no longer hold back the giggles that had threatened to erupt the moment this argument started. The two spat like little children…. And they had the nerve to think HE was immature. He covered his mouth with his hands, returning his observations outside the window. The fruit fly didn’t have long to ponder, for a dark shadow soon cast itself over his shoulder, bearing down on him so heavily he stiffened on the spot, swallowing nervously.
“Did you find that funny?” Vandall gritted from behind, fist’s clenched as he awaited Raimy’s answer. The fly hunkered down, rapidly shaking his head from side to side. “Then what are you snickering at?!” A hand shot out to take up his scarf, lifting him up only to slam him against the window panes in one quick, forceful shove.
“Kriiiii?” Raimy flailed, a pithy sting consuming his face (that was now smashed painfully in the glass).
“Come on! You were having such a grand ole time laughing at my expense!”
“K-kriii!” Another slam sent Raimy’s sense’s reeling.
“Don’t tell me the jokes over already. I haven‘t grasped the humor yet!” SLAM!
Tears were pouring down Raimy’s eyes, flooding his goggles as he braced his arms on either side of the window, trying with all his might to stop himself from continuously being smashed against the fracturing glass. It was only a matter of time before his head went completely through it and then he would be in an even bigger world of hurt from all the sharp points.
Just as Vandall brought his head back for a forth, more powerful shove, he was immediately knocked off balance by Lusey who, after hearing the first loud thump and screaming conversation from her room, had raced out just in time to put a stop to any more assaults.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” She knelt down to scoop Ephraim into her arms, stroking his tear stained face and glaring so heatedly at Vandall he actually felt the burn penetrate through his carapace.
“I was…” Gah! What a meek voice he had right now. Perhaps it was the shock of being pushed, or her cold, acidic tone that bit into his soul. Either way, he straightened his back, readjusting himself to hold a more dominate stance. “Putting the little pest in his place. Just as I‘ll do with YOU if you keep going against my authority.”
"You wouldn't dare."
"Keep testing my patience."
“You‘re nothing but a bully, you know that?! A spoiled, rotten child that’s been throwing a fit ever since you haven’t got your way.“
“I am NOT a-!”
“You are and you know it!” A long pause settled between the two conflicting parties, both fiercely glowering the other down, waiting for the other to flinch or turn away. Neither did. Their tempers and pride wouldn’t allow such a thing.
“If that‘s the way you feel about me...” Vandall hissed.
“It is.”
“Then what’s the point in me staying here if I‘m so unwanted?”
“I was beginning to wonder that myself.” Lusey wasn’t entirely sure, but she thought she caught him flinching. And, if she really wanted to be honest with herself, she most certainly saw his once flaming eyes lose every ounce of fire behind them; as if the light had suddenly gone out and was replaced with a deep, desolate darkness.
Vandall spun on his heels, taking up his cape and hat and heading towards the door. “Vandall, I didn‘t mean it like that.” He didn’t answer, didn’t even pretend to hear her, slamming the door behind him as he left.
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Post by luseylottay on Dec 11, 2011 13:50:09 GMT -5
Lusey's outstretched hand clenched and fell at the slamming of the door. She gritted her teeth and let out a sigh of exasperation. A silence fell on the room, uneasiness settling down up until Ephraim continued to quietly chirp. Lusey put her attention back on the injured bug, who was rubbing his fogged glasses. She moved his hands from the goggles and removed them, finally getting a good look at his pale gray eyes. He blinked and chirped, looking around blindly. She cocked her head to the side, he squinted at her for a moment and blinked again. "I should have known. You need those goggles don't you?" He gulped and nodded a little. She looked at the bruises around his eyes and sighed. "Come on, let's get you fixed up."
She hoisted him up and moved him to the couch, setting his goggles down on the small table beside her. She walked out and into the kitchen, where she grabbed a towel, soaking it in some warm water. She walked back in and sat next to him. He chirped and looked around. She turned his head towards him and dabbed the forming bruises with the towel, causing him to wince and reel back a little. "Easy now, I'm no doctor, but I've always found that a warm towel works best for bruises." He sat still as she dabbed the dark rings around the inside areas of his eyes and brows. Within a few minutes, she was confident enough with her work, she returned the towel to the kitchen, only to come back to see Ephraim starting to put the goggles back on. She quickly snatched them from him, which got her a loud chirp of protest from the brown fly. She shook her head in response. "You can put them on in a week, if you wear the goggles now then the bruises will last longer, and hurt longer." He had squinted at her long enough that she was glaring down on him with the same stern expression she usually pinpointed towards Vandall, who wasn't even around to take the verbal abuse now. He reeled back again and blinked. "Kr-krii..." "No exceptions. If you need help getting around, just squint your eyes or call for me, if I'm home I'll help you." He nodded and sat back. Lusey stood herself up, rubbing the back of her neck. She walked over to the window and peeked outside. It was raining, heavily... "Damned fool..."
The clouds were dark, dark enough that he could get around without being seen, and the rain itself made it unbearable for anybody to walk around without an umbrella (and who would want to take a walk in the rain anyways?). She grumbled a little, heavily considering her options. Chase after the jerk who had beat up her friend or stay inside and at least attempt to study some more French. There was a perfectly good translating book on the floor in the kitchen, and teacher or not, gosh darnit she was going to learn French if it killed her. She turned only when she felt a tap on her shoulder, she turned and was faced with a fidgeting Raimy, who in his lower hands held a small piece of paper with some letters scrawled on them (they were even messier than usual at that) m er c i Merci... merci.. what did merci mean again? She didn't have time to register it before he brought her in for a big bear hug. She squeaked for a moment, before laughing quietly. She returned the hug, patting his back. "You're welcome, it's okay Raimy. If he comes back I'll make sure he doesn't hurt you again." He chirped and squeezed her tightly, eyes squinted as he tried to make bearings with his poor eyesight.
It would only figure that it was right about then that the door creaked open, a thoroughly soaked Vandall stepping back into the house.
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Post by badluckcat on Dec 20, 2011 13:29:11 GMT -5
His senses were in over drive and such when the door opened and a familiar blur entered his distorted sight, He made a low whining noise and dropped his human friend in order to scramble up the wall and on to the ceiling, which to his instincts was a safe spot.
Fingers almost clawing in to the hard surface, his pale near milky white eyes focused on the dark shape of Vandall. He was not going to take any chances around the violent male anymore.
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Post by kinkachu on Dec 23, 2011 18:44:21 GMT -5
Snorting and stomping through the door, Vandall slammed it firmly behind him and cursing the entire time in a quick, indiscernible string of French. That harpy had absolutely NO right to say such things to him. No right at all. He had done nothing but try to help, albeit a little impatiently, but he had put forth some form of effort. And what did she do to repay that kindness? Why, toss him out a few days later and practically declaring him banished from her domicile. Why did either of them bother on this arrangement? That’s what irked him to no end.
How and WHY did he succumb to her suggestions (regardless of how convincing they had sounded at the time) and so easily too? He didn’t even know her and, for all he knew, she could be mentally ill. ‘(snort) That goes without saying on a certain level. Especially if she isn’t running in fear at the sight of my ugly mug.’
But then again… she had that annoying fly buzzing around so that could explain her lack of fear. He furrowed his brows, the gears in his head turning viciously trying to process all that had happened in the last few days. Very little got answered no matter how desperately he tried to wrap his mind around all the possibilities. His anger increased ten fold at the mental circles he continuously kept running around, unable to fashion any sort of connection between every clue, every piece of evidence that had been presented to him thus far.
He had multiple opportunities to ask that damn annoying female but… Vandall snarled, clenching his fist’s as he continued to storm down the hazy street. He would NEVER ask her for anything. NEVER allow his pride to slip that far to grovel for an answer. “You‘re a smart man. Figure it out yourself. You can do that. You always have before.” Yes, he had always been one to read people quite easily. Able to pick apart traits, learn their habits, see what makes them tick and, most importantly, what made them break.
Now it seemed he had lost that ability, or it had become so rusty it was nearly non existent. Vandall became so consumed in his fuming that he barely even registered the hard bump to his shoulder.
“Eyh, you top hat wearing prat! Watch where you‘re goin.”
Fury spiked.
Vandall stopped in his tracks, straightening to his full height. He glanced menacingly over his shoulder, observing the burly man that rubbed his sore arm (apparently not enjoying colliding with Vandall‘s shoulder spikes one tiny bit.)
“You ripped me shirt too!” The man growled, fingering the torn fabric and looking even more put off. “I‘ll ‘ave you know this shirt cost me a pretty penny, you gutless git!”
Vandall’s tiny nostrils flared, his eyes flashing from its normal violet hue to a much deeper, redder color.
The man took a hesitant step back. Though his tone was shaky, he remained, shaking an accusing finger, “Y-you‘ll be paying for a new shirt.. Unless you w-want me to get n-nasty with ya.”
Nasty? That would have been amusing if the man hadn’t been serious or Vandall was not in such a dark mood to begin with.
The overgrown treehopper gave a tsk sound, curling his lip in aggravation and proceeded to journey further down the street; ignoring this lowsome street urchin. He didn’t have the time nor the energy to banter with the imbecile. That, however, didn’t stop said imbecile from closing the distance and clamping a hand onto the bugs shoulder. “Did you hear me? I said you‘ll pay for this shirt or else I‘ll-”
BAM!
The man was thrown on the ground so quickly he hardly registered he had been struck at all. Pain exploded in his face, his nose smashed from that one, bone shattering blow. He cried out pitifully, clutching the smashed and bleeding area, completely unaware of the monstrous creature now on top of him; ripping the mans hands away to continue assaulting his head.
Each blow grew stronger, more precise, vicious and angry. He slammed his fist’s repeatedly into the mans temple, his dislocated nose, bashing his teeth in until grabbing a handful of the mans toffee hair to slam him into the stone sidewalk, all the while snarling like the rabid beast he so resembled.
“You want me to pay for it, huh?! Alright… ALRIGHT!!! I’ll give it to you then! I’ll give you what you deserve you sorry son of a bitch!!!”
Each word landed a new blow to the mans face until his screams no longer rang out into the street. Vandall drew back his fist, ready to punch it through the still form and be done with this fight.
‘Phillip….?’
The memory exploded in his head out of nowhere, grinding his actions to a complete halt. He swallowed a dry, heavy lump, breathing having become hard and unsteady from the over excursion. He stared long and hard into space, losing himself to the memory that had… had… ‘Oh God, Phillip! You… You cant be..’
“What have I done?” Vandall’s eyes focused on the bloody pulp of the mans face, shaking violently under the torrents of rain and the fact he could have… the man might be…
He closed his eyes, shaking the thought out of his mind. Not again. I didn’t do this! This didn’t happen. Forget it. Forget it! He had it coming… no he didn’t. Look what you’ve done.
A gag, a gurgle was all it took for Vandall’s fear to dissipate. The man stirred -painfully- but stirred all the same. He was still alive and well… okay, not well but alive.
In great haste he fished out a few franc’s to throw at the mans shivering body before tearing down a multitude of back alleys leading to Lusey’s flat.
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Post by luseylottay on Dec 28, 2011 17:09:40 GMT -5
The two stared each other down with an air of extreme confusion and surprise, as if they weren't expecting to come face to face with each other. She had barely noticed Ephraim's retreat to the corner of the roof, instead staring at the tall insect with a strange curiosity. What had possessed him to return on his own accord? She blinked, letting things sink in as her face quickly got stern (and quite a bit annoyed). His eyes were sunken and a little scared, whether that was from her expression or something else, he hid his hands from her for reasons she didn't know yet.
"L-lusey, I-" "Well don't just stand there!" She approached him quickly, tugging at a sleeve to get him to start walking (which he found his feet doing for some strange reason), "you're dripping water all over the floor!" She shoved him through one door then another, causing him to end up in her bathroom, towel (and a spare pair of his pants that Lusey managed to find in one of the drawers he had claimed) placed at the edge of the tub. She stood in the doorway, a hand on her hip, watching him look around with the same confused look that had been plastered on his face since his return. "Well don't just stand there! Get yourself dried up, and don't bother putting on a shirt." She eyed him, shrugging a little. "You've got a lot of spikes on your back and shoulders... and the back of your head (you're covered in spikes, seriously!), and for the furniture's sake I'm going to do something about them. You got that?" He gulped, nodding a little. Clearly his mind was on other things, but it was obvious he understood what she was saying. He tried to approach again "Je vous remercie. Je ... euh ... Je suis dés-" Lusey had already turned and started to shut the door by the time he had spoken, and he never got the chance to finish that sentence...
Lusey was announced by his return to the living room by the creak of the door, the thin bug stood in the doorway, fumbling as Raimy shifted in his post by the (still smudged from his faceplant) balcony doors. Lusey sighed a little. "It's okay Raimy, you just sit there and eat some more, okay?" she put her attention back on Vandall, who had come closer to her with small strides. "Well, good to see you dry... and not angry for once..." He looked away, brows creasing a little in annoyance... but he didn't speak... She smiled a bit, sitting him down on the floor. "Alrighty, I've only got a metal file, but I'm sure I can do something about all those spikes... could you... lie down on your stomach for me?" She grabbed a pillow from the couch and handed to him. "Get yourself comfortable, we might be here for a while." Vandall slowly complied, wings fluttering a little as he positioned himself near her sitting form. She started to move his wings out of the way, highly interested in how strong they actually were, not papery at all! Her hands fell to the knobs where they connected to his back then further down, accidentally touching two small spots under the shoulder blades.
His body went slack immediately, and she could swear he had started purring. She grinned, lifting her hands as to not make him pass out from whatever he felt when she touched that spot. At least I know what to do when he gets angry now... With that, her mind snapped back to the task at hand, and she picked the file up and began to work at the spikes.
This was going to take forever...
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badluckcat
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Post by badluckcat on Dec 29, 2011 15:40:00 GMT -5
Ephraim shifted uncomfortably, staring at Lusey working on Vandall, he ignored the food in favor of fleeing the room for the sanctuary of the kitchen.
He preferred not to have his assailant in sight or his blurred sight anyways, so off he went stumbling towards his destination , ignoring any looks send towards his fleeing form.
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kinkachu
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Post by kinkachu on Jan 4, 2012 16:14:13 GMT -5
He stood in the bathroom for several minutes, unmoving, unblinking, staring at the spot Lusey had once occupied. There was nothing else he could do save hold himself stock still and breath. So much had happened in the span of a few minutes and his mind was still spinning rapidly trying to decipher it all. Even now he found himself stumbling over his thoughts, unable to do anything with the tangled mess other then push them down and attempt to numb himself once again. Numbness beat pain any day.
His efforts were rewarded with a migraine of the worst nature. Quick little stabs chiseled behind his eyeballs, spanning from front to back of his skull and then back around. ‘Mon Dieu, this is all I need.’ Cradling his head between his hands, Vandall slid his rump onto the wash stand, rocking and rubbing the painful trail and finding it did absolutely nothing to abate the ache.
‘This day couldn’t possibly get any worse, could it? Not that I want it to, but Saints preserve me, I could use some help here. Just a little if you even care. Can you even hear me up there? Are you listening to my plea’s?’ His gaze turned upwards, waiting patiently for some sort of sign from the higher being.
He was met with nothing save the sound of Lusey’s voice carrying from the other room, apparently trying to comfort that idiot fly.
His face twisted into a distastefully scowl, clamping his eyes shut as he hunkered down into a perfect slouch. ‘No, of course not… what did you expect? Someone to come down from the heavens and tell you it will be alright? Wave their magic wand and make everything better?!’ His fingers clenched, digging through his gloves and into his skin, ‘That this is all part of a some twisted master plan? HA! You ARE a fool! A stupid, bloody fool and no such things will ever happen for you!!’ His brow ridges furrowed, every part of his body trembling as the anger sizzled at the edges of his mind, growing in leaps and bounds the longer he stewed. He couldn’t fight it’s all to familiar call to lash out, to scream how unfair this life was and forsake every belief he ever held. There was no hidden reason behind all the misery in his life save for a cruel twist in fate.
A snarl erupted from his gritted teeth.
What GOD would allow this travesty to continue… or happen in the first place? No divine being would idle sit back and watch one of his “children” fall so far from grace, to live a life of anguish, a life of utter loneliness because of one mistake. No god would do be that callous. No god…
Vandall clutched at his chest, the angry tears biting at his eyes now transforming into ones of deep sated sorrow. Small gasp’s turned into sobs, the pounding in his head intensifying for each hiccup that shook his entire being.
“… it‘s alright.” Came Lusey’s voice, startling the giant treehopper into a state of panic.
‘Oh please don’t let her have seen me like this. Please no, please please not this.’ He jumped from his sitting position, spinning towards the door while wiping at his face frantically. He couldn’t let her see him so vulnerable. God, what would she think if she caught him near crying?
The moment of panic receded when he realized her words had filtered in from the living room, most likely directed for that pest he had attacked earlier, and not (to his utter relief and disappointment) at him.
Vandall swallowed anxiously, listening to the half diluted mumbles and, for some odd reason, fighting the urge to scream. Her words filled him with a hint of jealousy, clenching at his heart as he lowered his head, fretting his bottom lip.
Why was he feeling this, wanting her attention when moments ago (even days before), had only wanted to be left alone in his solitude. He didn’t delude himself into believing he’d enjoyed his loneliness, but it was fitting for his like. And yet… he still hoped that someone would… “No, no. Get that out of your head. You don’t need to think about that, about anything. Forget it, forget all of that! It‘s not important, nothing is now. Nothing… no one will ever…”
Vandall cupped his hands over his eyes, sinking once again. She would never look at him as she would a normal person, not with this body his soul was trapped in. His fingers parted, revealing his dark, gruesome reflection staring back.
He felt a large, all to familiar crack burst into his chest. Just the sight of himself, something he had seen every day for 3 long, grueling years, still made him wretch at the sight. And to add a good deal of blood smudges around his eyes and mouth…
His body shook hard, a mist glazing over those unnatural, alien eyes.
She would never give him so much as the time of day, not after all he‘d done to her thus far. Lusey, in all her attempts, had grown weary of his company. This made apparent by her tone, her hateful glares. And who could blame her? Why would anyone care about a volatile creature that did nothing but lash out at all that fell along his path; an ugly thing that maimed, threatened and destroyed like the terrible monster he was. He hurt her multiple times, mentally of course, cutting her to the wick for what ever reason he held at the time. She was infuriating, defiant, a hot blooded American that dug underneath his skin and hit every single tender spot with just one or two barbs. Damn it, how he hated her for it! So much so he had nearly raised a fist to stop her… nearly…
Vandall felt his eyes grow wide, jerking his hands from his face to glare at them. He could have hurt her… like that man… he could have done that to her if she’d kept pushing. “Dear God!” It would have been HER with a face smashed in. HER laying limp and near lifeless. HER forever scarred, forever afraid, all that fire inside her extinguished under his fury.
A quick flash, a moment plucked from memory pushed itself before his eyes, showing a similar argument full of curses and threats and… ‘Phillip? PHILLIP!?!’
The scene fizzled around the edges before disappearing all together, his echoing voice ringing in his ears. How many more people were going to suffer by his hands?
He didn’t deserve any form of kindness. He never had, especially now. This was made all the more apparent with the blood coating his face. The gloves were stained with the dark, splotchy patterns leaking up his sleeves, making him gasp, then gag, setting to work removing his clothing.
The gloves were thrown in the trash bin, wads upon wads of paper shoved on top to cover up his horrible act. With trembling hands he set his sights on the jacket now, throwing it into the sink to scrub it like a man gone mad. Only a portion of the blood lifted from the fabric and no matter how hard or vigorously he tried, no more came out. In a fit he ripped the sleeves off, also shoving them into the bin.
He slammed what remained of his once impeccable over coat into a corner, running his hands through the still flowing water. It ran over his claws, washing away the filth before he splashed a great portion over his face, eventually opting to hold his head under the faucet and staying there for a good long while.
Vandall wasn’t sure how long he dallied in the bathroom, collecting his thoughts and stripping into a dry pair of slacks, but he knew it had to be a while. He’d have to leave eventually or else she might come looking. And… he’d rather not have that happen.
So after buttoning up his pants, he took a hesitant step into her bedroom, curiously looking about her room almost expecting to see here there waiting for him… a frying pan in hand. She wasn’t, to his relief, which gave him a few seconds more to completely wipe away all traces of doubt from his body. He had to look presentable, strong… though that became increasingly hard when he poked his head out the door and spotted her immediately. All the guilt from before - what he thought he had under control - came flooding back in torrents.
There she sat, reading patiently from an American magazine and acting like she didn’t house two freakish beings. When her eyes fell upon him he lost the remainder of his confidence, self-consciously running a hand over the top of his head as if smoothing back hair. He quickly shifted his attention elsewhere while trying, in a very sorry attempt, to cover his strange, naked shape with his even stranger arms.
A tiny, fearful cry brought his eyes up to the overgrown fruit fly, it scurrying back up the wall to escape him (unaware he too could climb if he wanted). He only corked a brow, jumping a little when Lusey spoke, "It's okay Raimy, you just sit there and eat some more, okay?"
Her focus fell onto Vandall, not as heated as before but still filled with a spark of something. "Well, good to see you dry... and not angry for once..." Turning away, his brows creased in annoyance... but he didn't speak. There was nothing he could say to her. Hadn’t he tried to say something earlier and found it rebuked? And this situation was already awkward as hell without him jumbling words into the mix.
She paid no mind to his silence, waving him over to sit in front of her and removing a pillow to lay on the ground, "Alrighty, I've only got a metal file, but I'm sure I can do something about all those spikes... could you... lie down on your stomach for me?"
Vandall did as asked, settling his malnourished form on the ground with face turned away from her. "Get yourself comfortable, we might be here for a while."
He nodded, allowing her to poke around experimentally. She even drew back once when poking herself, yelping at the sharp prick and plopping the finger in her mouth. “Jeezlouise, when was the last time you took care of these?”
Vandall buried his face in the pillow, still not making a sound. Had she’d known, the only thing he concerned himself with were his head horns and that was only for his hats sake. These things he could care less about and it showed.
Lusey shook her head, setting about spreading his wings, handling them with a curious care; lifting and bending the hard abominations like a child studying a bug. ‘What a terrible yet true analogy.’ he inwardly grumbled, stiffening further under her scrutiny. As if letting her see him shirtless wasn’t bad enough, now she was touching him, almost intimately, apparently fascinated by his wings to the point of obsession. ‘Honestly! If she fancies them so much, she can have them!’
A faint growl broke Lusey from her concentration, setting the two wings aside and running her hands up his back. Why she did this he couldn’t say other than perhaps morbid curiosity. But it wasn’t until she hit a certain “spot” (or spots more like it) that his unease became over ridden by that of intense pleasure. A purr thrummed in his chest, his body falling slack.
Mon DIEU, it had never crossed his mind he could still be sensitive THERE. Not with an outer shell half an inch thick coating his body. But heavens it felt divine, more so than last he remembered being human. “Mmnnnnngghhhhhh…” he moaned, sadden a little when her hands lifted up. She wasn’t gone long before setting about filing every protrusion, never complaining about the task (as grueling as it was). And despite how uncomfortable he had been before, Vandall couldn’t deny how good it felt to feel the jagged metal strip glide across his shell.
Vandall shut his eyes, a silly, endorphin smile possessing his face. “Yesssssss. Oh yeeeessssss….” he purred louder, unconsciously scooting closer to her legs. Lusey’s hands brushed over his happy spots again, harder this time, sending an intense jolt of pure pleasure throughout his limbs. ‘Mon dieu mon dieu mon dieu mon dieu!’ He had to say something, tried to form words or move… he could barely breath straight when she pushed it a third time, curling his toes and… and…
“Oh, merde!” He whispered, eyes popping wide open.
Clenching his fingers, his eyes fell to the floor, holding stock still as an all to familiar tingle blossomed between his legs. His chest heaved for air, trying to calm himself, turning his thoughts over to sobering things. Lots and LOTS of sobering things. ‘Uh…. Uh… puppies. Fluffy kittens. Your mother. Your mother in a swimsuit.’ He shuttered a bit buth the tingle did not dissipate. In fact, it transformed into a full blown throb that grew hotter and heavier each time Lusey tapped against his shoulders; completely unaware of what she was doing to him. ‘NO! Oh god no, nonono old women! Really old women. Snaggle toothed croones. Nuns. Naked women… voluptuous wom- NOOOO!!!’
Damn it this wasn’t working. That became all the more apparent when he felt his groin plates shift, trying to accommodate the swollen flesh pressing against their folds. If he could, a cold sweat would have broken out around his face, his body growing stiff, straining to keep the growing length hidden within it’s pouch. But sweet baby Jesus he couldn’t keep this up. Not when she repeatedly kept brushing against those SPOTS!
“Nnnnngggh L-Lu-Lu-Luuusssey…?” He wanted to tell her, he HAD to tell her to stop. If not he’d explode right here and now and then he’d be in an even stickier situation than he was before.
She made an inquisitive hum, not looking up from her task. Vandall felt her finger brush down where his spinal cord would have been, following the indented valley in search of more spikes. This sent a violent tremor down his entire frame, quaking in both delight and mounting embarrassment.
Damn her for this!
Chomping down on the pillow, Vandall squeezed his lids closed, fighting with himself to suppress the moans and (above all else) his urge to flip her over and alleviate this infernal throbbing!
“What did you want, Serge?”
‘To rid you into the sunset.’ Oh hell! He didn’t just think that. Christ, he didn’t really think that! She hated him, he hated her… WHY WAS HE HAVING LUDE THOUGHTS ABOUT HER NOW!?!
‘You’re just… stimulated. Yeah, stimulated since… uh, well… I cant remember when. This has nothing to do with her or you, though she does smell rather nice at this mo- GOD STOP THAT YOU PRAT! Don’t think about it, don’t think about it. Damn you stop thinking about her like that!’
It was no use and he knew it. His body was starved for contact, and her touching those “spots” had done nothing to help the matter. Now he had two options and each was just as painful as the last.
One: he could sit here and pretend he wasn’t suffering (in which he was practically DYING)
Or Two: run for the bathroom and pray to all that was holy she didn’t spot the boulder in his pants. And yes, it had sprung out seconds ago, now stabbing into the floor trying to burst through his pant seams.
Chewing fretfully into the pillow, Vandall found himself stuck between a rock and very, very hard place.
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Post by luseylottay on Jan 8, 2012 21:40:51 GMT -5
When she was satisfied with the back, she did some work on the back of his neck and head. The spikes were much wider here, and didn't need too much filing, so she was done there too before anybody really noticed. She set the file aside and grinned triumphantly. His back was still rather bumpy, but now it was smoothed down enough that she wouldn't prick her fingers and he wouldn't tear up the furniture. "There! That should about do it, Vandall." Vandall didn't respond... "Vandall?" She shook his shoulder, his chest heaved a little, but he didn't stir...
Perhaps he's asleep?
She stared at him for a moment. His face was buried in the pillow, arms around his head like he was trying to sleep. She stood up and brushed herself off, leaving the room quietly. She came back moments later with a dustpan and a brush, carefully collecting the pile of ash-colored debris and depositing them into the trash. There were dusty parts still loosely scattered about the place around him, but they were minuscule and near impossible to notice, so she left them alone. It would be a lot of work to try and get every last particle collected after all. She gave Vandall one last once-over before walking away again, muttering something under her breath. She came back with a single blanket, and for all that it was worth she draped it over him.
If he was going to sleep on the floor, he might as well not be uncomfortable.
She rubbed her neck, exhausted from the day. One or two paintings had sold, but it probably wasn't enough to pay the bills. She'd have to go out there again the next day, and to be honest she wasn't going to enjoy it one bit. Apart from her day trying to sell her work, she had to spend the rest of it in a stressful French lesson, which inevitably led to her argument and well... the rest was history. She only half bothered to close the door behind her, her main concern was getting some sleep... Yes... sleep would be nice... Sleep...
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badluckcat
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Post by badluckcat on Jan 19, 2012 13:07:57 GMT -5
He wasn't to happy to be with out his goggles, the world was too blurry , the details missing. Using the walls as a means to navigate he avoided the dark blob on the floor that was Vandall and managed to silently ( how he managed that was a mystery) make his way to the couch.
Unwrapping the scarf from around his neck , he folded the yellow cloth up in to a neat square. Using it as a make-shift pillow Raimy nuzzled the soft material, a sleepy coo escaping him. Ignoring the dull throb on the left side of his face, the fruit fly drifted off.
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