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| Malius Raziel | Nov 17 2009, 08:13 AM Post #21 |
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It was probably the most amazing thing to hear Emilie laugh. He was already in a good mood now but that just made it that much more better. She was adorable. When Tigs walked over he looked away from Emilie a moment and took in what she had to say before he kept one arm around Millie's waist to support her while he took one of the crackers with his free hand. Here goes nothing? He wasn't entirely sure about but he tried it anyways as he figured Tigs would just tell him to again if he didn't now. One thing was for sure and that was the fact after not eating anything for so long that lone cracker seemed like the best thing ever. He wasn't stupid though. If he just went ahead and starting eating too many at once then he would be sick. Common sense. So he settled for the one just to see what it would do to his stomach as he responded to Tiger. "It's really amazing to watch them grow up. I have Emma now and..." He paused for a moment when that hit home. Emma. He had been gone so long and she had to have realized that by now. He knew she worried a lot, that was just like Ella, so he was concerned. Even if he knew someone was taking care of her. "It's just nice to see them learn something new everyday." |
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| Tiger Baptiste | Nov 17 2009, 08:28 AM Post #22 |
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Tigs watched as he ate a cracker, impressed that she didn't have to tell him to keep it simple, to slow down. She had kinda expected to. Most people who were starved either didn't want to eat anything at all, or they tried to gorge and it made them sick. He just took it slow, ate one. "How is that setting?" He would know if it was making him sick or not right away, she thought. He was talking about his own daughter though, and she smiled. "She's growing up fast, huh? It's like, you look away for five minutes and they've grown a foot and a better vocabulary." Or... well, from cries to goos and gagas in her case anyways. "As soon as I know you're not going into shock and can eat a full meal I can bring you home." If anyone understood the compulsion, the need to see their kids, it was her. And basically? If he had wanted her too, she would have gone and gotten the little girl to make him feel better as well, but she didn't know if he wanted Em to see him right that second. Same as with Daphne, answering questions. She figured he'd know she would if he wanted her to though, so she didn't say a word. "It really is." She agreed, letting Emilie grab her finger with the baby's free hand. |
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| Malius Raziel | Nov 17 2009, 08:38 AM Post #23 |
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"It's alright." Simple enough answer. It wasn't like brilliant but he wasn't going to be sick he didn't think even though he was well aware of a bad feeling at first. "She's seven now but I guess that only counts technically since Ella had given her that aging potion. I never wanted her to you know? I didn't think it was safe and it felt like robbing Emma of those years. It took it away from me too." Malius was just glad to be there right now and the fact that Tigs was helping him. Once he was better like she said he could go home. Then he could explain things over to Daphne and get Emma. Everything would slowly fold back into its usual routine, and he looked forward to it. |
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| Tiger Baptiste | Nov 17 2009, 08:52 AM Post #24 |
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Tigs nodded, glad to hear that it was settling okay. "We'll just take it slow. Just a little bit here, let it sit, a little bit later. I think I have some clothes that would fit you as well so you don't have to put those back on until they're clean." She got up to put the crackers away, knowing the food needed a little bit longer to cook before she could start actually feeding him. So she returned to her place on the chair. "How old did the potion make her?" Tigs asked, curiously. Sometimes people made choices for their children that they thought was for the best, and she was just like any other mother. She'd contemplated not keeping Emilie herself, if only to give the baby a better life. Aging potion wasn't something she thought about, but if Ella had thought it was best... Thinking about Ella just brought that tight, cold fist around her heart again, and she just nodded, trying to control it. It was a curious feeling, because she'd never, ever curbed it before. She didn't know if she could, but it was worth a try, right? |
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| Malius Raziel | Nov 17 2009, 09:06 AM Post #25 |
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"Thank you. For all of this." Yes he had said thank you once already, but once he figured wasn't enough. When Emilie wanted to be paid attention to he made faces again, but also with his hand free now he lightly tickled her stomach to get her to laugh. "Five," Malius answered as he then shook his head. "It's just...it's not right. That's a lot of time lost. I get Ella did it because she wasn't sure how to handle taking care of Emma, but aging her? I don't see how that makes a difference." Off that topic though he wondered if he was ever going to explain the truth to Tigs. The whole deal that he knew the town she was stuck in. He knew about the things kept in the Escape basement. He knew who did what. He had information he shouldn't and that was the reason he had been taken in the first place. He kept tight lipped about it. If he could put it behind him then fine. "I was wonder if during Christmas time if you'd like to come over? I know Emma will be coming after me to put up decorations and a tree before long. She doesn't get the whole wait till it's actually December idea." It was cute though. He would go around the house while Emma followed and pointed out where things should go. Usually it took the whole day but he didn't mind. |
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| Tiger Baptiste | Nov 17 2009, 09:26 AM Post #26 |
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Tigs nodded, knowing that Malius didn't say thank you often, and that he really meant it when he said it. And twice in like, ten, twenty minutes? It was even better. She'd responded to it once before with a reply, this time she just nodded. She understood. "Well I'd hope you'd do the same thing for me." She answered simply. Emilie's laughter did a lot to thaw the ice. "That is a lot of time lost." She agreed gently, "Especially as you're really good with babies. Emma seems to be a great kid though, and I'm sure she really loves you, aged or not. I know it really sucks but...there's nothing that can reverse it, right?" And Emma had been living as an older child for two years now? Taking that back away from her, making her two or three would stunt her. When Malius invited her over for Christmas though? The first, genuine smile since the weekend had started brightened up her face, and she responded, "I would love that." She loved Christmas. The trees, the decorations, and candy canes, and music, and just the general feeling of giving and receiving and cheer...spending some of it with Emma and Malius seemed like a great idea. |
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| Malius Raziel | Nov 17 2009, 09:32 AM Post #27 |
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"Of course I would." No doubt about it. When he had first seen her when she found him in the basement that had been his thought--to get back at anyone if they had hurt her. She wasn't hurt though so that wasn't necessary. Given if it was the circumstances he would have. "I don't think so. I don't think I would do that to her anyways. She knows about it as well as she can understand it at her age, but she doesn't seem bothered by it. To her she's just a normal little girl." He was glad for that actually. He didn't want her to worry about it or be upset. She was healthy and happy. That was what counted in the end. Malius smiled when Tigs responded to his question though. "Great. Emma will love to get to meet you. I have told her about you you know. She already thinks you're 'cool' as she put it." |
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| Tiger Baptiste | Nov 17 2009, 09:49 AM Post #28 |
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Malius said that he would take care of her if she was in a similar situation, and Tigs just leaned down to kiss his cheek, getting up to check on their dinner. She could smell it, meaning it was getting close, and just wanted to make sure everything was going along alright. "She knows and she's okay with it?" That was actually really interesting; she wasn't sure how that conversation had come to be. "She sounds like a really strong, independent girl. That'll be good for her." Tigs couldn't wait to meet her; children were possibly the greatest gift that one could be given, and she blessed every day she had with her own. "I'm cool, huh?" Tigs laughed slightly, "What did you tell her?" |
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| Malius Raziel | Nov 17 2009, 10:01 AM Post #29 |
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"Emma's....brave. Even being afraid of the thing under the bed there was one time she didn't get up to get me, and instead took one of her toy brooms and all but yeiled it as a sword. I only saw because she had gone about hitting every shadow she thought she saw and made a lot of noise. She said she was 'slaying the monster'." Malius smiled as he talked about it. He loved having Emma around. She put a sense of balance to his life. "She's stubborn though too, and she won't take no for a answer. Mud and dirt? Not phased. She'd pick up a spider if she saw one." He wasn't sure if he was rambling or not, but he didn't think Tigs would even mind. "I told her you're a really amazing friend that I have and that I've known for a while. I told her that you could be trusted---Emma usually asks that, she has some issues with trust--and I assured her you could be." |
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| Ryan Faye | Nov 17 2009, 08:55 PM Post #30 |
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There was a decent size bruise raising itself on the side of Ryan's jaw, ginger to the touch and swollen to see. He had tried to leave the building; go out after Tiger, but she had disapparated too fast for him. Not knowing what to do, not knowing how to handle the fact that she honestly, fully, believed he was dead (and he'd seen partially the truth of it with his own eyes), he'd frustratedly taken out his wand, gone to the gardens in Martha's and started blasting away rocks and ripping up roots. Anything around him was quickly disintegrating into ash. After he could breathe again, he'd gone into see Martha, only to be told that she had been there, that Martha had given her Emilie. He was relieved to know Emilie was back with her mother, but he wanted to see her too. He missed his daughter too. Martha hardly seemed surprised to see him, but she hugged him a little tighter than normal and he just shrugged it off. He had to find Tiger. He had to see her, she had to realize... His entire priority right that moment was just getting Tiger to realize he was alive. He hadn't even properly thought about the fact that there had been a form of him killed, in front of her, by Ella. That he didn't know how to take, and another rock outside was blasted into a tree. Not with his wand. He picked up the stone and chucked it as hard as he possibly could. The rock bounced off a few feet away. Martha had told him where to go. He opened his mouth as he knocked on the door, pounding firmly, and calling simply, "Tiger? I know you're in there." She'd be able to hear his voice, but the problem he knew was that..she didn't believe he existed anymore. "Please let me in." His eyebrow was raised, and his hands were pressing frustrated into his sides. Edited by Ryan Faye, Nov 17 2009, 08:56 PM.
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| Tiger Baptiste | Nov 17 2009, 10:22 PM Post #31 |
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Hearing Malius talk about his daughter with so much pride and love was really heartwarming. People didn't seem to ever think him in that light, as a father, and being protective and loving, but these moments when he was talking about his daughter, she could see it so clearly. And just seeing men talk about their baby girls always made her smile. "Well she's got one up on me. I'd rather shriek and smack the hell out of a spider than pick it up." Tigs had picked up a towel and was pulling out their potatoes, turning the steaks around in the stove for just a few more minutes. The veggies she strained, and put another kitchen towel over it to keep it warm. So, maybe it had been a little vain of her to ask what he had told the little girl, but she didn't know how she would be described. People always so others in other lights than said person had thought of themselves, and she just smiled. The smile dropped a moment later though, as she heard her door being pounded on, and that irkingly familiar voice penetrating the easy conversation in the flat. She stiffened, her hands pressed white against the counter, hearing the plea to be let in, and not knowing what the hell to do about it. It wasn't him. She'd watched him die. She'd held him, as his blood stained her clothes, and the ground. But the pounding on the door was making Emilie scared; she could hear the whimpers, so she twisted the towel around one of her hands and strode over, jerking the door open. "Look, okay, I don't know what the hell you're playing at, I don't know how the hell you found this flat, but if you don't leave me alone, I'm going to find out whoever you are and the consequences aren't going to pleasant. Last chance. Leave." She slammed the door back in his face, and walked back into her kitchen. |
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| Ryan Faye | Nov 18 2009, 04:35 AM Post #32 |
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The door crashed into Ryan's hand as she slammed it, which made him wince...but kept it open. He hardly noticed the pain a half second later. He'd internalized and prioritized, and the look on her face? That was what was hurting. It wasn't like he blamed her. He'd seen the truth himself; someone had made her think this way. It had been his body in the tank, already dead. She'd watched him die, watched Ella kill him. Whomever it was had no bloody idea what they were doing, no idea what they were going to have done, and that was what pissed him off. It wasn't like he'd never killed someone, and it wasn't like he'd never tortured, but this? The fact that it was all an illusion, the fact that they'd just manipulated her psychologically into believing it...it was bloody torturous. He turned the door back open, putting his now throbbing hand in his pocket to remind himself not to gesture with it. "I want you to figure out who I am." He said it simply. "I want you to trust that it's me. It's me, it's Ryan, I'm alive." A slight frustrated growl escaped his lips, because he hated sounding like such a broken record. |
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| Malius Raziel | Nov 18 2009, 04:49 AM Post #33 |
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"Which you know surprises me." Malius figured Tigs to do the opposite actually. But when he heard the door he lost whatever he was going to say. Instead to distract Emilie from the noise he made faces again or tickled her, just trying to get her to laugh or make her pay attention. He didn't know who Tigs was talking to, but when he heard the voice he put two and two together. At least he thought he did. "I was in that basement long enough, Tiger, to know that he's probably telling the truth. They wouldn't leave the mirror images alive, they would have killed them right? So I'm saying that has to be him and not what you thought was him." |
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| Tiger Baptiste | Nov 18 2009, 06:18 AM Post #34 |
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"At least I don't run away screaming?" Tigs offered, pulling out the last installment of their dinner. She made sure it wasn't too undercooked, and then started doling out plates, her steak knife basically trying to reslaughter their meat. Malius' words though? She turned, and looked at him, and every single emotion she had been hiding behind her smiles and laughs and anger showed. Fear, hurt, disgust, confusion, vulnerability, all laid out there for a moment before she closed her eyes. "I watched them stab him. I held him. I have his blood all over that costume, Mally. I don't understand how an illusion could be so...real." It wasn't like the door stopped him anyways; he had let himself into her flat, and was repeating himself. She knew him, he was alive, it had been someone else...she'd heard him the first twenty times he'd said it. The problem was, she didn't believe it. Couldn't, believe it, maybe. She'd put herself out there too many times, let those walls fall too many times just to go through another situation that completely...broke, her trust in being able to do such a thing. Too many times. |
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| Ryan Faye | Nov 23 2009, 05:14 AM Post #35 |
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Ryan might not have had any bloody idea how to cook, but he still was pretty sure that when the meat was done, you weren't supposed to slice it that furiously apart. Wanting to go to her and stay her hand, he decided it was smarter to stay a few feet backwards if he didn't want that knife in him. The look on her face...the look that passed through her eyes, he winced. Slightly. The rest of his expression showed the same; he was scared she wouldn't ever believe him, hurt, confused, angry, frustrated...and more than anything he was anxious. Anxious to get her to believe him. Anxious to get her to trust that it really was him. "It wasn't an illusion." He said slowly, looking to Malius a bit gratefully for confirmation. "They really did have some form of me. A clone. Carbon copy, image...something like that." He paused his eyes on Malius, and then he used that word. "A ... mirror image? They stabbed and killed...that thing. It just...it wasn't me." Right? That was how it had looked. That was why Malius was pointing out they wouldn't leave them alive; they'd drowned the ones they hadn't personally killed. His frown was permanently in place still for a moment, but he shook his head, his expression breaking. "Please, Tigs. Please, just...trust me." The fact that their daughter was in the room...his expression went to her, softening, calming. He wanted to hold her. As long as Tiger believed it wasn't really him, however? Going to Emilie wasn't going to help anything. So he had to wait, had to stand in place and insure that nothing happened to their daughter simply by looking at her every half second to check she was still there. |
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| Malius Raziel | Nov 23 2009, 05:49 AM Post #36 |
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"A mirror image," Malius confirmed. He didn't exactly how those stupid things worked, but he had heard some stuff just from being in that basement. He was pretty sure Tina had heard some things too though he wasn't sure what all she was going to tell anyone. "Their just copies of people. A face more or less. Tiger, you should listen to him. That thing that got killed couldn't even be considered a human being. It was nothing. That right there--" He nodded in Ryan's direction. "is really him." He wasn't sure if she was even listening, but Malius stood up, making sure he had Emilie right, and walked a bit closer to where Tiger was. "If you don't trust him than at least trust me. You trust me right?" |
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| Tiger Baptiste | Nov 23 2009, 04:57 PM Post #37 |
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It could have made sense, what they were both trying to tell her. It was polyjuice, or an image, or it was something unnatural come out of something, and it wasn't him, because he was alive standing right there. It could have convinced her. She could have chosen to just trust Ryan and go back to her life the way it had been going, sans that little speed bump. Problem was, she was struggling. She didn't know how; her guard was up, her walls were reinforced, and the kind of gentle, happy relief required for allowing herself to realize that it was Ryan was not a source she could tap at the moment. She had shut down, and she didn't know how to fix that. But Malius had come over to her, and she opened her eyes to look at her daughter, tilting her head slightly as she heard Malius' words. Trust him...she nodded slightly, and then those eyes closed again. It was pointless; the tears started to slip down them regardless of the lid being closed or not, and she turned so that neither of them could see. |
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| Ryan Faye | Nov 23 2009, 07:58 PM Post #38 |
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Like it or not, the fact that Tiger nodded a tiny bit at Malius, believing him over himself, hurt Ryan just the tiniest bit. He couldn't help the twinge of jealousy. Of course, Malius had always been a friend, but Ryan trusted Tiger more than anyone and it wasn't him she was looking at. He tried to force that away. He tried to believe that it was just because she didn't think it was him. But he was beginning to realize that nothing was going to be solved that night, and that what she probably needed more than anything was time. His expression still crumpled the moment she started crying and he simply couldn't help it. He went to her instantly, wrapping his arms around her as she cried and trying to hold on to her. If he could just prove to her that he really was there, flesh and blood holding on to her, she might see... He sighed a moment later, releasing her. His opinion hadn't changed. "I can give you time." He said softly. "I'll come back in the morning."' He would, dammit. He would be there bright and early. He squeezed her shoulder for a moment and shook his head to himself, nodding to Malius a quiet thank you and leaving a moment later. |
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| Tiger Baptiste | Nov 23 2009, 08:33 PM Post #39 |
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Tigs stiffened as the other Ryan wrapped his arms around her, her fingers turning white on the counter she was holding . She could feel him, up against her back, feel his heart beating through his chest, and that hurt. It hurt a lot. She had held him, damnit. She had watched the light fade from his eyes, she had been covered in his blood, she had felt his body temperature fade, and she had heard him stop breathing. And now, they were telling her to believe it was a clone of him, that he was alive, holding her right then. She just couldn't wrap her mind around it. But he was pulling back a moment later, telling her that he would be back in the morning, and Tigs paused a moment before nodding once again. Maybe after sleeping, maybe after she had time to think it over, she could find some sense not muddled by emotion and exhaustion. Ryan left, and so Tigs went back to focusing on Malius, sitting him back down, and feeding him. Once she was sure he wasn't about to fall over, she brought him over, passing him off into the care of his family. When she came back, she fed Emilie and put her to bed. And then she had nothing to do. Tigs was beginning to think again, and as typical, with something that stressed her out and confused her and she just didn't want to deal with it, she drank. A lot. Tigs ended up curled up on her couch, a variety of bottles around her as she slept. That last one she'd tried had been particularly lethal, she she was finished. |
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| Ryan Faye | Nov 23 2009, 11:49 PM Post #40 |
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NPC. Logan Faye It had been too simple, to put it truthfully. The house hadn't been inhabited in months. A quick visit to dear Mother and he'd known the facts of the case easily enough. Logan opened the door with his toe, wand out and lip curling at the unlocking spell. He had personally adjusted the wards so that he would be allowed in, after locating the flat two months previous. Dosing her unattended bottles had been even easier. He knew she was currently passed out, thus, and that the child was sleeping in the adjacent room. He moved quickly, efficiently, shutting the door behind him. He wasn't alone; an elf assisting him was beside him, the cloak almost hitting the creature as it ran to keep up with him. He turned his eyes onto the slumbering girl. Truth be told, he didn't really want to hurt her. He needed only to...shall he say, borrow her? The ground was almost littered in bottles, and a usual need for cleanliness over took him for a moment. A few short spells later and the room was in order. He then moved into the next room, opening the door in a fluid, smooth motion, an eyebrow lifting as he looked forward and lifted his granddaughter, wondering idly to himself how long he'd honestly been a grandfather if he believed half the stories Abira came out with. The child-- this, Emilie, still lay asleep in his arms as he gestured to the house elf. The elf busied itself with packing things; familiar objects around the crib, and then disapparated them. He returned a moment later, bag gone, hands extended for the child. Logan easily and swiftly passed her over, then moving to Tiger and gripping her hand, tucking her wand into his pocket. Of course, with her animagus form, she was still going to need to be sedated. He thought it ruefully as he disapparated the pair of them. |
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