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Post by RisuChan on Oct 4, 2003 9:27:13 GMT -5
[Character POV: Sara]
It's awkward to get into one of these dresses by yourself. Not unreasonably, people do tend to assume that someone in need of a maternity gown has another person around to assist with certain intimacies...
I'm not sure where Setsuna's off to at the moment, but I wouldn't ask him to keep my schedule anyway. I'm so very easily tired now; I spend almost as much time napping as that little ginger kitten who seems to have adopted us.
The kitten is quite resentful of the baby's growing, and my roundness. She seems to like laps, particularly now that it's fall and the weather is growing cooler, and my lap has become quite crowded. If I sit slouched in a chair with my hips forward and my feet stretched out, I can perch her atop my belly, but the prickle of her claws when she turns around to settle down is quite sensitive.
I reach behind my back awkwardly to try to adjust the bow which gathers the dress at what has become my waist by default, above the great mound of the baby. The little one kicks hard. He must have taken after Setsuna.
Normally I wouldn't bother with this dress, because it's so awkward to get into by myself; but Raziel-kun offered a tea party this afternoon, and I'd like to look presentable. Well, as presentable as I can, seven months gone... I'm simply not going to be slender again for some time, and I've got to resign myself to the fact that people can see what's happening to me now.
I think Raziel-kun will be kind, and won't make fun of me for my size or my increasing awkwardness. I'm not so sure about the others. But I can do this; I really can.
The bow in my hair is easier to reach to straighten. I sigh a little, and take one last look in the mirror.
Not too bad, all things considered; there are dolls dressed something like this, with high-waisted dresses that bulge over their tummies. It falls almost gracefully when I'm standing. Of course, when I'm sitting, it bunches and bulges most ungracefully... ah, well.
The baby kicks again; I press a hand to my side, panting for breath. I'm still not accustomed to being kicked in the lungs.
I wonder if Kira-sempai will come? It's a bit embarrassing to look like this in front of him; he's so very elegant, and he hides so much behind that aloof sardonic mask...
I wonder if Setsuna will come? Or if it will be Alexiel...? I'm really not sure what to think of that, even after all this time. It's a little awkward to try to wrap one's mind around the thought that you've been impregnated by someone who's occasionally your sister...
well, I suppose there's only one way to find out.
I pick up the carrier with the strawberry shortcake I made for the tea party, and head down the hall toward the tea parlor.
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Post by Morningstar on Oct 5, 2003 12:21:52 GMT -5
(Character POV: Kira)
I hate putting on those stuffy clothes, but I suppose I must at least look presentable for Raziel's tea party. Torn jeans and a half-torn partionally buttoned shirt won't do it at all.
Hm. I wonder if my tie looks a little off? I really hate how I look with the tie, it'd look better if I took it off. Yeah. I think I'll go ahead and take it off.
There. That looks better. After all, I am wearing a black shirt with black slacks. I'll go ahead and unbutton the top two buttons of the shirt to make it a bit more comfortable for me.
It's been confusing on this floor lately. Setsuna keeps changing into Alexiel, and somehow, it affects me, too. I lose memories of what happens when Alexiel appears. Someone, I believe it was Zaphkiel or one of those angels told me that I turn into Lucifer when Alexiel appears. I find it odd..but I suppose I must take his word for it.
I wonder who's showing up at that tea party? I hope Belial doesn't show up...she would only cause chaos within the room.
I suppose I must hurry up and get ready, and get rid of this tie. Now, where are my shoes? Ah, there are my shoes. They look scruffy. I have to go ahead and clean them...that's going to take a while.
Let's see if I can find something else. Alright. Found something acceptable.
I run my hand through my hair, it's messy as always, and heads outside the door, making sure to lock it behind me as I head off to the tea party.
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Post by RisuChan on Oct 5, 2003 13:19:26 GMT -5
[note: I read enough AS last night to bump into Raziel and Zaphikel - just barely, I don't have much of a grip on their characters, but I think I can start the scene off all right, I hope... from the katakana used, it looks like his name would be spelled either Zaphikel or Zafikel so I just picked one! Let me know if someone prefers the other standard...]
[character POV: Sara]
The doors to Raziel's favorite tea-parlor on our floor are double French doors, with inset panes of glass to let the sunlight stream through into the hall. And they're partially standing open, to boot. But I tap a little shyly on the door anyway.
Raziel-kun looks up from the vase of flowers he's arranging next to a beautiful antique silver teapot; his eyes light up as though he were his own little sunbeam.
"Sara-chan! Come in, sit down, are you tired or anything? Come in, come in..."
"I brought strawberry shortcake," I tell him, holding up the box as though it were my ticket for the event. He whisks it out of my hands and sets it on the tea table, and opens the box eagerly.
"And Zaphikel doesn't eat or drink anything but tea!" he giggles. "More for us, then! Do you know if Dr. Disraeli or Suou-san are coming?"
"I'm not sure. I asked them; but of course poor Dr. Disraeli never knows when one of his patients is going to take ill suddenly. He's such a kind person..."
A short skeptical half-laugh from behind startled me a bit; Zaphikel was standing framed by the French doors, with the sunlight catching at highlights in his dark hair.
I can't help myself; I tug at the skirt of my dress, so that it might fall a bit more loosely against my middle. I love Setsuna, of course I do -- I just can't help that unlike poor Zaphikel himself, I'm not blind, and he's so very handsome...
He must have heard me catch my breath; it's often uncanny how much he responds to things that most people would have needed to see. "Relax," he tells me, with a mischievous quirk at the corner of his mouth. "I don't bite, remember? Not even the cake!"
He always knows how to make me squirm, too. A little desperately, I put my chin up and ask, "Why don't you like Dr. Disraeli? I've seen him with the little birds on the roof, and he's always been so very kind to me..."
Zaphikel looks at me for a moment, with an expression I can't read, and he doesn't answer the question either. "You're too naive, you know."
I sigh a little. "Yes, I know, sir."
Raziel waves both hands in the air. "No, no, no -- no gloomy-ing! Er, gloomerness? Anyway, this is a tea party and the sun is shining and everything! Come in, sit down..."
"Aren't I even allowed to say hello to Sara-chan's baby first?" Zaphikel replies blithely, teasing us both at once. "I haven't seen you for quite some time, you know!"
"You saw her three days ago," Kira-sempai says dryly from behind him.
I tug at my skirt again. It's almost a reflex by now. I really can't help it; they're all so attractive, and slender too, and I'm so... well... not. Not anymore.
"Then that's three whole days of absence to catch up on!" Zaphikel keeps one hand slightly out, and Raziel is careful never to move the furniture very much, and so he walks across the room almost as confidently as though he could see me rather than following his remembered path toward the sound of my voice.
He touches the back of the chair he was expecting, walks around it lightly, and takes another step or two; I catch his seeking hand gently, and curve the palm of his hand against my swollen abdomen.
I'm sure Setsuna would be bristling and jealous if he were here to see it; and, truth be told, I'm uncomfortable when strangers walk up and pat my middle and coo at me. I'm even a little uncomfortable under Kira-sempai's sardonic eyes, because we both can imagine what Setsuna would be saying if he were here.
But Zaphikel is the only one of our friends who can't see the baby's growing for himself. He always asks me to let him see the baby in his own way, and I simply can't tell him no when it delights him so.
Setsuna always tells me, "That's because you're letting him get away with feeling you up!"
But, honestly, it doesn't seem that way to me. Zaphikel cups both hands against my abdomen, gently feeling the shape of my enlarging womb.
Any man who was trying to take unfair advantage of his blindness would choose a more slender woman, and would touch quite different areas.
...Or so I think, anyway; perhaps I am too naive, like they tell me. But Zaphikel smiles down at my roundness and pats a tender little pattern.
"Someone's feeling feisty today!" he observes cheerfully, and kneels to press his cheek against my fullness to listen.
"Zaphikel-san..."
The baby promptly kicks him in the temples; I can feel my face burning.
"Zaphikel-san, I'm sorry, I... he doesn't know... I mean... oh, I'm sorry..."
"Stop that, you!" he replies, and I'm not quite sure whether he means me or the baby.
"...Yes, sir..."
I can feel Kira-sempai's gaze as though it were the sun itself. It's terribly awkward, being here and so visibly pregnant amid so many people with so much history between us.
Raziel reaches over and grabs a handful of Zaphikel's ponytail and tugs. "All right, you've gotten to tease Sara-chan, now come drink my tea before it gets cold!"
Zaphikel lets himself be chivvied into a chair by the sweet-faced little angel-child, and Kira-sempai takes a seat under his own dignity. I try to find a chair that's not so deep that I won't be able to bend enough to get out of it again, and settle myself in carefully.
I can't help glancing toward the doors, wondering who else might still be coming. Raziel-kun is eager to serve his tea; and I'm looking forward to the cake, too.
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Post by Kinna on Oct 7, 2003 2:51:27 GMT -5
[From Setsuna on the rooftop: sakuracrisis.proboards22.com/index.cgi?board=yukiverse&action=display&thread=1064964629&start=26][Character POV: Alexial] It is tiring, really, to be unable to escape from this earth. They say that my curse was to die a horrible death many times over in all my reincarnations, and now that it is lifted, I am free. Sometimes, I really don't think so. I'm still trapped here, with people who thought they knew me, yet didn't. It's really frustrating when people either run away from you or worship you like a goddess when you're attempting to just have a normal conversation with them. The only people who don't behave that way - I don't really know if I want to see them. Lucifel and Rociel. Lucifel's around here somewhere, I can feel it. Sometimes I can sense his gaze on me, but when I turn around, there's no one. Perhaps he is avoiding me too. Or just bidding his time till something, SOMETHING, happens. What it is, I do not know. I'm too tired to think about it much more. As for Rociel... my brother. I love him, still do, but now... I don't know about his mental state. I don't even know where he is hiding in the building. Knowing Yuki-sensei, he is somewhere here. She wouldn't have left him out of anything. Yuki-sensei has a very bad sense of humour. But perhaps she has seen fit to leave doctors here? Knowing her...someone is certain to get injured, especially if news that she's on vacation spreads to... certain residents. Even I don't encourage random bloodshed. And if there's a doctor, there may be someone who's able to do some good for Rociel, wherever he is. Let's go, girl. We've got work to do. Admiring the scenery on the rooftop can wait. But before that, I'll better take a break and let the boy visit his pregnant wife. Before she thinks that he's neglecting her. Thank heavens Sara is such a sweet girl, or that would have happened eons ago. Note to self: Keep an eye on Sara. I really don't have a peace of mind regarding what other psychotic characters Yuki-sensei could have housed us with. #nosmileys
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Post by Morningstar on Oct 8, 2003 11:25:43 GMT -5
[Character POV: Kira]
I scowl as I walk to Zaphikel's and Raziel's room. I certainly do not like mingling with angels very often, same as my former self.
I have heard mentions that Lucifer sometimes takes over my self, and I usually have no recollections of that happening when he does. I do however have some blanks in my memory that must have been when Nata or Lucifer took over my self.
Ah, there's the door. I quickly make sure I am presentable, and I begin to knock on the door, briefly wondering who else has been invited.
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Post by Alter on Oct 9, 2003 5:48:01 GMT -5
[Arriving from meeting Cain in the hallway: sakuracrisis.proboards22.com/index.cgi?board=yukiverse&action=display&thread=1065278287&start=21][Alter note: there should be one or two post before this, but I especially want Jez already got there before Setsuna. *would want to see his reaction too see someone who resembles Raphael sits near Sara and seems friendly with her. Fufufu....*evil grin*] [Character POV: Jezebel] I never set a foot on the fifth floor, but fortunately Madame Sara has told me where the tea party would be held. And there's only one tea parlor in here. The door was open and I see Madame Sara (she's seem overjoyed to see me coming), and about 3 other men, well 2 men and one child (and the child in speaking is taking one of them to one of available chair). I smiled softly at Madame Sara and knock the door slightly to announce my arrival. People say that one could recognize one's of a kind at the first time they met I noted the sharp and quick glance of the one in black shirt and the sudden turn of the priest (it's so sudden indeed that the boy who held him nearly knocked over). Well, well, we had two vipers here.... I put my best innocent and clueless expression. "err, hello, I'm Doctor Jezebel Disraeli from the first floor, uhm, I'm an acquaintance of Madame Sara...and..." I gulped a bit to make the 'I'm totally defenseless and nervous' act. "And...I was wondering...about joining...?" I put a shy and nervous smile, "We, the British, likes tea too....so..ummm..." The boy didn't dissapoint me. He clasp his hands in joy and chirped "Of course! the more the merrier! please come in", and strode to the door to guide me into one of the chair. I picked one near Madame Sara and smile shyly to everyone. "Thank you so much" Now, let's see how much information I could obtain from this party....[Alter note: hohoho, Jez has come into view, everyone, please be "nice" to him ^^)
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Post by RisuChan on Oct 9, 2003 23:30:57 GMT -5
[character POV: Sara]
Poor Dr. Disraeli! He seems so anxious, as if he fears we might not welcome him. And the others cast such sharp looks at him that I can't blame the poor gentleman for wondering about his welcome.
I know Japan can be difficult for foreigners to adjust to -- particularly when the person in question looks strikingly different, and Dr. Disraeli would stand out in any group, with his long ash-blonde hair and his startling pale eyes. They're an odd color between blue and gray and purple, like a stormy sunset, or like amethysts.
He's very attractive, but he seems not to realize it; his glasses are very old-fashioned, and there's a faint scar on his cheek which would be simple for modern surgery to correct, if he wished. It seems never to have occurred to him. He simply sits in his chair, very quiet and alert, and is careful not to gaze too long at anyone, as though it might be taken as a challenge.
And for all I know, they might just take it that way. Men. All of them with their little alpha-wolf I'm-the-one-in-charge complexes and their need to establish the pecking order straight away.
Women can be much more uncivilized behind each other's backs, but at least they don't instantly snap to a silently-growling face-off whenever a new guest appears.
Dr. Disraeli is working so hard at not provoking a challenge that I think I've actually startled him when I reach over to touch his hand.
"How is your little sparrow doing?" I ask him, determined to make him feel welcome and included in the group.
"Which one?" he asks, a little perplexed.
"The last time I saw you on the roof, you'd taken the splint off a sparrow's wing, and you were trying to coax it to settle down in its nest in the tree..."
The corner of his mouth quirks a bit. "In other words, your last sight of me was the hems of my trousers dangling out of the silver maple? And you still saw fit to invite me to this event...? I'm honored. Quite embarrassed, but honored."
"Don't be!" I tell him, fervently. "I thought it was wonderful. I mean -- I don't mean to sound strange, but... I thought it was very... well... yes, unusual, but in a good way. To be so concerned for everything around you that you'd take time from your busy profession to care for a little lost bird -- I think that's simply wonderful..."
"But how could I not?" he asks, lightly ironic. "If I had been blessed with the gift of wings, and then found them crippled, life would no longer be worth the living. I myself am less than any of the birds, Miss Sara; I could not deny its freedom through my own shallow envy."
"That's not true! You're not something so terrible as that, Doctor."
The corner of his mouth quirks again, in a way that speaks of long-ingrained sardonic pain. "Don't try to make me into a saint, Madame Sara. I fear you'll be gravely disappointed."
"All of you say that," I reply, with a sigh. "Of course, some people around here, I'll believe it from. But you, sir... you sound like you really meant it. That you thought you were less than the birds, I mean. Isn't it better to be the same as the birds? Because then you can enjoy their flight without feeling like you're something inferior to be denigrated -- and healing is not something that a worthless being could do."
There's something odd in his strange luminous eyes. I shift my girth a bit awkwardly in the chair, because even sitting still for too long becomes uncomfortable lately, and laugh a little. "Of course, I envy the birds sometimes too," I tell him. "Particularly right now, while I'm feeling so very heavy and graceless. I wish I could be light and carefree and just fly away where I wished. But I know that there is a precious importance to my living as I am just now, for my child's sake. And your life has an equally precious importance. Your hands do what that little bird's wings could not, to mend what was broken and return healing and freedom from pain... so you're just as important to that bird's flight as its wings were!"
I'm talking too much. I can't help it. But it feels like there is a deep pool of silence inside Dr. Disraeli, and what I've just glimpsed reflected in its surface is a truly disconcerting image of self-denial. Perhaps it's not entirely the others' fault that he feels so insecure -- perhaps he would feel just as insecure around a more talkative group; perhaps he simply needs someone to reassure him and bolster his self-esteem.
I try to restrain my impulse to go into an enthusiastic lecture about the value of thinking well of oneself, because we've just barely met a few times, this is already the longest conversation we've ever held, and I've done far too great a share of the talking in it already.
He's very good at controlling his expressions, but just a little amusement at my fidgeting is showing through. "I repeat, Madame Sara -- please don't try to make me into a saint in your eyes. I would be terribly upset to have to disappoint you."
"Yes, sir," I tell him dutifully, not convinced in the least. Besides, I don't need to wreak a miracle with his self-esteem in the next fifteen minutes alone; there's the rest of the party, and we even live in the same building. And Setsuna's told me that I should see a doctor for more regular prenatal examinations as my pregnancy continues its advancement.
I wonder whether Dr. Jezebel would permit me to make appointments with him. Raphael has offered, and sometimes I've surrendered when I felt particularly unwell from the morning-sickness early on -- but I've been sure to bring either Setsuna or Alexiel with me, because I really don't trust that lecherous angel even when I'm growing so round and unattractive.
In the meantime, we need another point of conversation. Dr. Disraeli seems very fond of animals. And I've been wondering what to do about my kitten's distressing tendency to chew on things that really shouldn't be chewed.
"Doctor? If I might ask... do you know much about kittens? There's this sweet little ginger kitten who seems to have adopted me, and I'm delighted to feed her of course, but I've got a bit of a dilemma. I can't always be there in our apartment, and she's the most curious little thing I've ever met, and so I need to know how to discourage her from doing things like chewing on electrical cords! I feel terrible when I have to scold her, but it really is for her own safety..."
"Sometimes you do have to be cruel to be kind," he agrees, quiet-voiced.
"I know. But she doesn't understand a word I say, and even if she understands the tone of voice, she trots back over to chew the minute I put her down! I don't suppose you know which smells kittens dislike? If the cord smelled like something she didn't want to eat, maybe she might leave it alone...?"
"I've never met a cat who could stand the smell of orange peel," he tells me, smiling. He has a lovely smile. "You might try that, or bitter melon. Or..."
I nod happily, filing away the information for future use, and keep telling Dr. Disraeli about my kitten's exploits. He seems happier talking about the kitten than about himself. Poor sweet man... I'm definitely going to have to work on him...
[ed: spotted Alter's note about why Dr. J was calling her Madame Sara, so retrofitted to match...]
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Post by Countess D on Oct 10, 2003 0:51:45 GMT -5
[Previous post in the timeline: sakuracrisis.proboards22.com/index.cgi?board=yukiverse&action=display&thread=1064964629&start=25][This takes place after Riff leaves, but a few minutes before Sara arrives.] [Character POV: Raziel] The tables are set! So are all the chairs, and the snacks are on main table. Everything seems to be ready, but… why do I feel I’m missing something? “Maybe you should calm down a little Raziel-kun” says Zaphkiel-sama, with an amused expression on his face. He really must be enjoying himself, seeing me like this. “I can’t. Everything has to be perfect for the party!”, I reply hastily. “You have been planning this the whole week. Of course its going to be fine”. “I know, is just that…” “Is it about the letter?”, he asks with a concerned look on his face. He might be blind, but there’s no one as perceptive as he is. “Yes”. Everything was fine until this morning when I received that letter from Yuki-san. I can still see those words imprinted on my mind… Dear Raziel-chan,
I will be leaving for some well-deserved vacations and won’t be coming back until next fall.
I’m leaving Riff in charge of everything, but since the fifth floor is the most populated, be a sweetheart and lend him a hand.
Keep an aye on both Lucifer and Rociel. I don’t want to hear about any apocalypse (let’s leave that to our neighbours). And try try not to lose your temper and avoid using your psychic powers as the insurance company does not cover "induced" suicides and spontaneous combustion.
Love, Hugs, and Kisses
Yuki Kaori ( aka. Mommy)What could she possibly be thinking? How could she leave me such responsibility? Sure, I only have to watch over this floor. But it happens to be that this floor lodges the demon lord of hell and his followers, and also that self-centred, psychopath of Rociel. I just don’t have what it takes to be in charge. *sigh* Now I understand how Riff must be feeling. Having to carry such a weigh. And she had to left the day of my party. It wouldn’t surprise me if no one came, after receiving such news. I no longer know if I can host this party. Maybe I should cancel it? While immersed in my own thoughts I failed to notice that Zaphkiel-sama has been “watching me” the whole time; and just as he knew the kind of thoughts that were passing through my mind, he gently puts his hand on my shoulder. “Do not worry,” he says with a very calm tone that sooths me. “Yuki-san choose you because she trusts you. And so do I.” “Zaphkiel-sama…” “Do not give up. You have been planning this party for a long time. Its important to you. Don’t let Yuki-san news ruin it for you. Besides, I bet that everyone will be more than happy to come here to the party. They all need to relax and calm themselves in a nice environment like this one after receiving such news.” “But…” I know that everything he just said its true and makes sense, yet I still don’t feel quite right, “what if I fail? What if instead of helping Riff I end up causing more trouble? What if…” Before I can speak any other word, he leans forward and embraces me. “Raziel-kun, never forget that you’re not alone. I’m here with you. If you feel the burden is too much for you, tell me and I will not only help you with it, but, if necessary, I will carry you too. But don’t give up without even trying. Don’t let your fears overcome you.” How does he do it? How come with just one embrace and a few words, this man I know as my mentor has managed to take all my fears away. “Raziel-kun?” Without even noticing it, I have started to cry. “Yes!” I clear my eyes from any trace of tears hoping he that he haven’t notice them. “I won’t give up! I will do my best in helping Riff with this task. And I won’t hesitate anymore. If I have your trust, I know I can do it!”. This man, I really want to protect him. Zaphkiel-sama is my most important person. I want to be of help to him, but instead he’s the one who ends up comforting me all the time. That’s why I want to become as strong and collected as Riff is. Though I’m not very familiar with his master lord Cain, I have seem how he serves him. How he’s always by his side; protecting him. Supporting him. I want to be like that with Zaphkiel-sama. I want to protect him so that he can truly forget the pains from the past. The pains that I ignored. The pains he won’t tell me. “Ah! I know! How about some flowers? I bet they would cheer the place up a lot!” “Yes you’re right as always Zaphkiel-sama” “Why don’t you take some flowers from the balcony,” he suggests. “I bet they will look nice.” “Yes. I will.” I decide to accept his advice. So I rush toward the balcony’s terrace and cut a few of the flowers that grow there. While at it I swept away the rest of my tears . Immediately after, I go back and start arranging them in their respective vases. I notice Zaphkiel-sama is gone. Maybe he forgot something in his room. While arranging the flowers, I promise to myself not to run away from this responsibility. I will certainly do my best to assist both, Zaphkiel-sama and Riff on whatever need they have. I won't disappoint them. Once again my thoughts are interrupted. This time by the presence of someone. As I look up I see that Sara-sama has arrived. [Next post in time-order: sakuracrisis.proboards22.com/index.cgi?board=yukiverse&action=display&thread=1065277633&start=2]
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Post by Countess D on Oct 11, 2003 3:03:30 GMT -5
[ Character POV: Zaphkiel ]
Just as Raziel-kun is leading me to a chair, this odd feeling assaults me. I can feel how a cold breeze goes through my spine. The atmosphere suddenly turns heavier as I can feel a cold gaze upon us. A gaze like that of a predator who awaits in the shadows looking at its prey. I turn around shiftily without even realizing that my sudden turn almost knocked over poor Raziel-kun. There’s no need for me to have sight as I already know what kind of visitor has arrived.
"err, hello, I'm Doctor Jezebel Disraeli from the first floor, uhm, I'm an acquaintance of Madame Sara...and..." he gulps as trying to reinforce his act. "And...I was wondering...about joining...?" seems like he’s quite experienced at playing dumb. "We, the British, likes tea too....so..ummm..."
Before I can actually give him the *welcoming words* he deserves, Raziel-kun claps his hands and says, "Of course! the more the merrier! please come in".
*sigh* I guess its partially my fault that Raziel is so naïve, trusting, and kind. Oh well...that's how I like him. And now that I think about it, maybe it was for the best. This way I can watch over the Doctor’s moves and keep my own act intact. Besides I don’t think that man will be fool enough as to try something while he’s being watched.
"Thank you so much", he replies as Raziel-kun invites him in.
Basing myself on pure sound I can tell he has taken a seat. If I may have a guess, it probably is a chair near Sara’s. He seems to be quite interested in her.
Note to myself: warm Mudou-kun about this guy.
“You don’t trust him either.”, says Luci-- no, Kira-kun who’s standing right next to me.
“So…you also notice.”
“We already got to know that from you,” he says coldly. “He’s the same as you. A sneaky little bastard.”
“What mean things you say, Kira-kun” not that he’s wrong. “I haven’t done anything!”. I can recognize the one’s of my own kind far too well. Cold blooded bastards who act all innocent just to coax people into doing what they want.
“You think its ok to let that kid welcome him?”, he asks.
He’s right. I should warm Raziel-kun about that guy. But I think he already has enough to worry with the psychos on this floor. I don’t want him to be worried about the ones from other floors, specially considering how many of them there are. Guess all I can do is watch over Raziel-kun without him noticing.
“Its ok. If he really is like me, then he won’t try anything while he’s here.” Besides, with the type of you-better-not-try-anything-funny-glare we’re both throwing at him, I don’t think he will be fool enough to provoke the wrath of demon lord and of the great one of thrones.
Speaking of which…I wonder which one received Yuki-san’s letter, Lucifer or Kira-kun? It could have been that the one who knows is Kira-kun and not that cold-blooded bastard. If that’s the case, then there’s no need for me to worry as Lucifer remains ignorant of Kira’s actions and vice versa. I think I will ask him later.
“So…what are they talking about? You can hear them, right?”
“Actually they are talking about kittens.” I reply with one of my usual smiles.
“Hmp…guess there’s no need for me to worry” he says as he turns around towards the door.
“Are you leaving?”
“Just gonna’ have a smoke.” He answers rather sharply. “You don’t want me smoking next to a pregnant woman, do you?”
Before I can actually answer to that he’s already gone. Guess he doesn’t like me either. That’s fine with me. Personally, I really don’t fancy the idea of being the demon lord’s personal *buddy*. Before I can get that picture on my mind, a sweet, familiar voice speaks to me.
“Zaphkiel-sama where did mister Kira go?”
“Oh its you, Raziel-kun. He just went out to smoke. He’ll come back in no time.”
“I hope so. I didn’t get to offer him any tea.” He then changes his tone of voice to what he considers his more *authoritative* tone. ”Zaphkiel-sama please change that look! You’re scaring Doctor Disraeli!”
Of course I’m scaring him. That’s the idea. I don’t like that man; and I don’t intent to show otherwise. Fortunately I don’t have to answer that to Raziel-kun, as he looks up towards the doors.
“Seems like a new guest has arrived.” I say, hoping that I will get an answer instead of another scold. Though I think I already know who our new guest is.
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Post by Kinna on Oct 13, 2003 23:58:35 GMT -5
[Character PoV: Setsuna]
The noise coming from the tea party room made me cringe the minute I exited the stairwell. 'Here's to another awkward afternoon.' Not wanting to attract too much attention, I eased the doors apart a little, and slipped into the room.
"Setsuna-san!" So much for quiet entrances. I smiled weakly at the exuberant Raziel. Apparently this event is making him very happy, at least. "Hi there. How's things?"
"Oh, it's so much fun! Come join us! The others are here already!". Leaning in closer in a conspiring manner, he added, "Why don't you go talk to Kira-senpai? He's been a little quiet..." Looking over at where he was indicating, I saw Kira standing there, staring fixedly across the room with a scowl on his face. At Sara. Or rather, someone who was talking to Sara. A second later, I can feel a scowl to rival that of Senpai's settle across mine.
Long ash-blonde hair, dangerous steel grey eyes seemingly hidden beneath a pair of old-man spectacles. He was good-looking, but that was not the reason why I disliked him straight away. It was the way he held himself: tensely, alertly, poised like a great cat, ready to strike anytime. His smiling expression belied the calculating expression in his cold eyes. And Sara was still chattering away happily to him, and seems to have been for quite some time.
"Who the hell is that?" I would love to go drag Sara away from the man immediately, but I'll better ask around first. Sara does have quite a violent temper, especially when she thinks I'm being over-protective. Kira twitched as I spoke up behind him, so slight that you won't have noticed if you haven't known him and studied him for as long as I have had. I would have raised an eyebrow in surprise, if I wasn't trying so hard to put a lid on my rising anger. What was he so concentrated on? Or does he feel like me...?
"That's Doctor Jezebel Disraeli. Or rather, that's what he calls himself. He's from the first floor."
"I don't trust him." I don't feel like beating around the bush.
"You're not the only one."
"Good." An ally. Sara will have to listen to us, since it's not just me.
I started towards Sara.
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Post by RisuChan on Oct 14, 2003 13:17:28 GMT -5
[character POV: Sara]
Raziel-kun's cry of delight at least gives me a little warning. "Setsuna-san!"
My shoulders tense despite myself, but after about three seconds without some immediate and incoherent snarl of outrage, I decide he's not going to immediately whip out Nanatsusaya and behead Dr. Disraeli for the mortal sin of tea and conversation.
Dr. Disraeli's eyes flicker toward him for a minute, and I try my most carefully cheerful smile. "That's my brother, Setsuna. He has these moods, he's a teenaged boy -- don't take it personally! In any case, I've been meaning to ask -- what do you think of green tea? I know they drink more dark teas in Britain; do you have a preference? Personally, I can't stand matcha from the tea ceremony, it's too bitter; but sencha is very nice in the spring..."
Setsuna and Kira-sempai are muttering about something. I don't even have to see their glares and grumbles to know what's going on.
"Men!" I say in exasperation, arms crossed. Dr. Disraeli gives me a politely inquiring look, and I wave a hand hastily. "Oh, not you -- oh, no, I didn't mean it like -- oh, drat! I meant... I just meant... I didn't mean to say that you weren't masculine or anything, I just meant that... --I just need to stop talking now, don't I?"
Dr. Disraeli is too polite to answer that one aloud, and I suppose I really can't hit him over the head with a sitting-pillow just for grinning like that. I mean, if I were him, I'd be laughing at me too. And I'm trying not to add myself to the list of people intimidating him in this room. But that smile of his really is embarrassingly close to a laugh.
I hear Setsuna's footsteps heading my direction, and sigh a little, and decide to try to head him off at the pass.
"Setsuna! Come over here, there's someone I'd like to introduce you to!" Hopefully he's not feeling stubborn enough to stop just because I've invited him too. I take a deep breath and launch into it. "Setsuna, this is Dr. Disraeli from the first floor; he's a medical doctor, and he also knows quite a lot about kittens! Dr. Disraeli, this is my big brother Setsuna. Who hates it when I call him Setsuna-chan in front of people. So of course I have to tease him every chance I get! Come on, sit down, we were just talking about the differences in tea between here and London; Dr. Disraeli is from Britain, they're quite fond of tea there as well..."
Setsuna is still glowering like his own little stormfront. "What do you want with my sister?" he asks, moving close enough to put a possessive hand on my shoulder.
"Oh -- just tea and a bit of conversation; I'm still a bit overwhelmed by this culture, to tell the truth, and I know there are so many levels of politeness to your etiquette that I haven't fully mastered yet; if I've inadvertently given offense, I do apologize, it certainly wasn't intentional..."
If anything, Setsuna glares more. I reach up to poke him in the ribs.
"Setsuna, honestly, he's our guest! --Dr. Disraeli, you've been a perfect gentleman," I tell him, quite firmly. "Setsuna's just very protective of me, particularly now. That's all."
"Very protective," Setsuna says, glowering.
"I see," Dr. Disraeli replies, and sips at his tea gracefully. "How fortunate for Madame Sara, to have such a stalwart protector. Take good care of her, sir knight; it would be a dreadful shame for anything untoward to happen, particularly to one in such a fragile, tender condition..."
"You little--"
I grab Setsuna's arm before he can lunge far enough to get his hands on Dr. Disraeli; my own increasing weight is useful when trying to slow him down. "Stop it right now!" I yell. "Both of you!"
Even Dr. Disraeli blinks at me this time. I remember that I'm trying not to frighten him, and sigh a little, but keep a firm grip on Setsuna, and decide they really do both need something of a maternal scolding.
"This is Raziel-kun's tea party, and he's worked very hard to make everything perfect for us! And I'm not about to sit here and watch anyone ruin Raziel-kun's day without letting them hear about it. Setsuna, Dr. Disraeli, Kira-sempai, all of you -- I don't care who's the alpha wolf in here. I really don't. I care about drinking my tea and having a pleasant conversation and NOT knocking over the vases and breaking the furniture and making Raziel-kun upset!"
Both of them have their jaws hanging slightly open at this point, but nothing is coming out. To me, this is a good sign. It means I'll probably get to finish my lecture without anyone trying to break someone else around me.
"We've all got too many terrible things in our past, Doctor," I tell him. "Setsuna is terribly concerned for me, and it makes him easily upset. I understand that you would find it difficult not to defend yourself against what you see as an unprovoked attack. I also understand that my overprotective twit of a brother is seeing attacks from everywhere. So. Now that you both know nobody's trying to hurt anybody here, why don't we all just sit down and drink our tea. Politely. WITHOUT bloodshed. If you please."
Setsuna isn't actively trying to pull away from me, but he's still too tense to sit down.
"Setsuna-kun, I love you," I tell him, resting my cheek against his shoulder. "I know you worry. But we'll both be much happier if you can try to relax a little more! Because then I can relax too, and it can be dangerous to upset a woman in my condition."
I'm trying not to say aloud whom it's going to be most dangerous for. Not in front of Dr. Disraeli. But Setsuna knows clearly enough how the pregnancy has affected my temper; he looks a little wild around the eyes.
"Now. Are we going to sit down and try this again?"
"Yes, ma'am," Dr. Disraeli says quite meekly, though he's clearly still amused. I think he doesn't fully realize that I wasn't kidding about the dangers of upsetting me right now. Well, good; maybe there'll still be one person in the room whom he doesn't feel threatened by.
As long as I can suitably keep the others intimidated enough to stay in line, that suits me fine. I'm quite serious about not letting anyone upset Raziel-kun's tea party with a saloon brawl.
"Setsuna-chan?"
He heaves a sigh, drags a chair over right next to mine, and sits down, taking my hand and holding it quite pointedly.
I'll need it back sooner or later for my teacup, but I smile proudly at Setsuna. "Thank you! I'm sure once you get to know Dr. Disraeli, you'll get along fine. He's much more polite than Raphael-san. I was actually meaning to ask, Doctor -- do you accept appointments for prenatal examinations? Raphael-san is a fine doctor as well, but... well... he's such an unremitting flirt, and a shameless skirt-chaser! I find I just can't bear the thought of what he'll say about how unattractive I've become..."
"'Unattractive' because of your child's increase?" Dr. Disraeli asks. "But it is not a disfigurement at all; it is an augmentation. It is the most natural thing in the world for your womb to develop in this way as you ripen with the child."
"Try telling that to Raphael," I say with a sigh. "I'm sure he much prefers women whose waists go inward rather than outward."
"Or don't try telling that to Raphael," Setsuna mutters. "I'd just as soon keep him as far from my sister as I can throw him, thank you very much."
I pat his hand reassuringly. "I know. That's why -- Doctor, I know it's hardly fair of me to ask about your work when we're all here to relax, but I do wonder if you might accept me for an appointment occasionally? And I promise I'll not mention work again for the duration of the party!"
Setsuna rolls his eyes, and looks about to say something which will probably be accompanied by a grumble or a glare or both. I sigh and keep a grip on his hand and wait to see what bristling maneuvers they make next.
Men. Honestly. I think of the baby as 'he' through habit, but sometimes I do really hope I'm having a daughter...
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Post by Countess D on Oct 16, 2003 0:59:32 GMT -5
[Ok, this takes place after my last post. It goes from the arrival of Setsuna, goes through Sara's scold and ends with the arrival of two more guests...its kinda long post ^-^;;;]
[ Character POV: Raziel ]
“Seems like a new guest has arrived.”
“Yes” I respond happily as I face the messiah, Setsuna-san who’s just entering the room.
"Setsuna-san!"
"Hi there. How's things?" he says. Looks like he’s feeling kinda’ down. I wonder if its because of Yuki-san’s letter. Lets see what I can do to fix that.
"Oh, it's so much fun! Come join us! The others are here already!". I lean over and whisper to him, "Why don't you go talk to Kira-senpai? He's been a little quiet..."
Maybe that way they’ll cheer up a little. Since they are good friends I don’t think it will be a bother.
Setsuna-san hesitates a little, but he ends doing as I requested. Now, with this problem solved I only need to go to the kitchen for more tea, and maybe some more snacks.
I make my way to the kitchen and take a final look at the scene before entering. Zaphkiel-sama is still glaring at Dr. Disraeli, I’m going to’ have to scold him again once I’m back. Setsuna-san is now heading to where Sara-chan and Dr. Disraeli are, maybe he’s just going to say hi…I hope. Kira-senpai is still smoking, now in a corner. I sigh as I finally enter the kitchen; at least no one has threatened to kill anyone.
Once inside the kitchen, I start looking for the snacks as I decide what type of tea I will serve. Choosing which tea to serve is not an easy task. A lot of factors need to be taken in account; things like the hour at which you intend to serve it, and the snacks that will accompany it are important. And since the selection of tea I have is quite gig, I’m sure its gonna’ take me some time.. I have collected tea herbs from all around the world, and I haven’t tasted them all yet. But I’m not going to experiment with my guests. Besides, many of those herbs were given to me by Yuki-san and other *suspicious* subjects.
Let’s see…Zaphkiel-sama loves green tea, and I know neither the Mudou’s nor Kira-senpai are going to complain about it, but…maybe the doctor will be more comfortable with other type of tea…
My concentration over the tea matter is abruptly interrupted by someone’s yelling.
What happened? Are they fighting?
I decide to take a peek. They seem to have calmed down. That’s good. Judging from their faces, it seems like Sara-chan just scold them. Zaphkiel-sama seems a little amused. That means I’m right and they just got themselves scolded. Well, that saves me from having to do it. I decide to turn around and continue with what I was doing, but…
What’s this? It was just for a second, but I can swear I felt an incredibly murderous aura. It was so intense that it actually felt as if it was stabbing my back. I take a look over my shoulder in search of the source of all this aggressiveness.
Is it Setsuna? He seems to be very displeased. The same with Kira-senpai, but even though his aura feels quite hostile, its not THAT aggressive. Its difficult to say whose from when I face a room filled with tough and aggressive guys. Could it be…the Doctor? No. It can’t be. I must be seeing things.
“Raziel-kun…is there something wrong?”, seems like Zaphkiel-sama has spotted me, "do you need help in the kitchen?” he asks.
“No, its alright Zaphkiel-sama, I can handle it by myself.” Besides what I’m concerned about right now is not which tea I’m going to serve, but finding the source of that aura.
“Don’t be so stubborn.” He says as he stands up and walks towards me. “here, let me help you.”
“I believe the stubborn one is not Raziel-kun, but you Zaphkiel. Why don’t you leave the boy alone.” says a familiar voice.
We both turn to the door and greet our new guest, Earth angel Uriel-sama.
“Uriel-sama! I’m so glad you could come!” I greet him more cheerfully than usual. The truth is that I’m relieved that he could come. He and Zaphkiel-sama are very good friends so I trust he can persuade him of stop glaring at the doctor. Also, being the angel of judgment, I trust he can help me in soothing the atmosphere.
“Please come in.” I invite him.
As he enters, the other guests notice him. Setsuna-san simply waves a hand at him, while Sara-chan and doctor Disraeli nod their heads to greet him. Kira-senpai remains in the corner; he simply looks at Uriel-sama and goes back to his glaring. I think that’s how he says hi.
“Say, Uriel, did you came alone?” Zaphkiel-sama asks him.
Uriel-sama’s face goes a little pale with Zaphkiel-sama’s question. “Well…actually…” could it be that he’s also in trouble?
“Uriel-sama!!! Please wait for me!!!!” someone cries. It comes from the hallway but before I can turn to see who it is, I find myself trampled and knocked down to the floor by someone.
As I lie in the floor I take a look towards my aggressor. What I see when raising my sight is quite shocking.
“Uriel-sama don’t be so mean! Why didn’t you wait for me?” says the girl who just trampled me. A girl who could easily pass as Sara-chan’s double, if it weren’t for the color of her hairs, is glomping Uriel-sama.
“Sa…Sara-chan?” I ask, a bit confused.
“Are you ok, Raziel-kun?” Zaphkiel-sama asks as he leans and lends me a hand so that I can stand up.
“Actually no.” Uriel-sama corrects me. “her name is Doll. She is my maid.”
The girl stops glomping Uriel-sama and makes a little bow before Zaphkiel-sama. “I’m pleased to meet you Zaphkiel-sama. I’ve heard a lot about you from Uriel-sama, but he never mentioned you were so handsome. ”
What? First she runs over me without saying as mush as I’m sorry, and now she’s ignoring me and acting like if she actually were a lady before Zaphkiel-sama. Ha! He’s much smarter than that! Zaphkiel-sama is not going to fall with that *I’m such a cute and innocent girl* act!
“Coming from such a cute girl, it really is a compliment” he looses grip of my hand and down I go to the floor, again. “I’m really flattered. Uriel, why didn’t you bring her earlier. She’s very cute.” Then he actually leans kisses that girls hand. What’s going on here?!
It seems that aside from me, the only one who’s actually startled by the looks of Doll is doctor Disraeli. Perhaps all the others knew about her in some way.
“Uriel-sama why are we here? Why don’t we go back to our room? We can both drink tea there.” She asks as if she were a five years old, spoiled girl.
“Doll, I came here to relax,” he says with a calm and passive expression. “you should do the same.” It looks like Uriel-sama is accustomed to dealing with her whims.
“Ehhh…Uriel-sama, Doll doesn’t understand what you’re trying to say?”
“What I’m trying to say, Doll, is that there’s no need for you to serve me today. Just relax and try to have fun.”
Doll still seems confused. I guess she REALLY is devoted to Uriel-sama. Just like I am to Zaphkiel-sama.
“But…Uriel-sama…” that’s no good. She looks like she’s about to cry.
“Now, now. Don’t be upset” Zaphkiel-sama intervenes. “Don’t be like that Uriel. You’re going to make Doll-chan cry.” I guess he must have felt Doll’s sadness.
“Why don’t you let her serve you?”, he asks with an unusual tone. He must be very amused by this situation.
“I understand how she feels, but working 24/7 like she does is not good for anyone.” He advocates on his defence. “I just don’t want to exploit her.”
Well, it looks like this is going to take some time, so while they are at it, I better retreat back to the kitchen. I don’t think my presence is needed for this matter, anyway.
“Oh, that’s right!” says Zaphkiel-sama with quite a cheerful tone. A tone I have learned to fear.
“Raziel-kun, why don’t you take Doll-chan with you to the kitchen?”
What? Is he serious?
“But I want to stay here with Uriel-sama.” She says, giving them one of the best *puppy-eyes* looks I have ever seem.
“But if you go with Raziel-kun, you can make sure tea is served to Uriel just the way he likes it. Right Uriel?” he asks him with a suspicious tone that Uriel-sama seems to recognize.
“That’s right Doll. You’re the only one who knows how I like my tea.” With that said, Doll’s face goes brighter and a big smile shows up on her face. I guess they did it.
“Yes! Doll will do her best to make sure everything is done just the way you like it Uriel-sama”
“I know you will.” He says, now with a soothed expression on his face. “Raziel-kun, please take care of her.”
“Yes, I will. You have nothing to worry about.” Great. Just great, now that Uriel-sama has asked me to do it, I can’t refuse. I’m going to have to bear with it.
“This way, Doll-chan. You can help me with the snacks” I offer. She doesn’t seem to like being ordered by anyone else but Uriel-sama. But still, she follows me to the kitchen while Uriel-sama and Zaphkiel-sama take a seat and start talking.
“Don’t think I’m going to help you.” She tells me. “I’m only going because Uriel-sama ask me to.”
I sight to myself as I lead her to the kitchen. I’m not used to dealing with girls. Much less, spoiled ones. I guess this is going to be one long afternoon.
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Post by Alter on Oct 16, 2003 11:39:53 GMT -5
[Character POV: Jezebel]
I could handle the 'don't do anything' glare, since it makes my anxiety act became more realistic. That's the plan actually. To listen properly to their conversation, I certainly wasn't going to be active speaker this day.
The fact that they glare at me and do nothing else clearly wasn't in my plan. Occasionally I take my gaze off my lap and take a quick look at my surroundings.
....Yes, they still glaring. I sighed inwardly. This start looking like a bad idea... Especially when I'm not in a particular good mood after known Yuki-sensei had taken my scalpel while Cain...
"How is your little sparrow doing?" I was so absorbed in concentration that I nearly jump when she threw that question
"Which one?" I stuttered in response. My mind begans to dig inside the memory.....when was the last time I met her?
"The last time I saw you on the roof, you'd taken the splint off a sparrow's wing, and you were trying to coax it to settle down in its nest in the tree..."
Oh. That one. I felt a faint smile tugging at my lips. "In other words, your last sight of me was the hems of my trousers dangling out of the silver maple? And you still saw fit to invite me to this event...? I'm honored. Quite embarrassed, but honored." Speaking of which, I didn't has the chance to visit the bird this afternoon. She won't be able to fly and search for foods for a while now, so I've been taking a duty of feeding the 'family'. Guiltily, I pat my coat where I had put a bag of bread crumbs. Maybe after this party over...
..."To be so concerned for everything around you that you'd take time from your busy profession to care for a little lost bird -- I think that's simply wonderful..."
But then again, how could he not? the only thing that birds have is their wings, and losing it would be cost their life as well. Birds are made to fly. Freedom is their origins. Unbounded to this world, which full of unending misery.
That you thought you were less than the birds,
birds never taken any lives with them, Madame Sara. Not once and would never. Himself has lost count after only a year upon his entering to Delilah.
-- and healing is not something that a worthless being could do."
The fact that he could still be here and talk to her is because he had taken his sisters and friends's lives. Is it worth it? Is his life worth that much?
I wasn't realized that I was looking at her until she shifts around comfortably. Quickly I averted my gaze into my lap. The anger still boiled, so I refrained myself from speaking further.
"Of course, I envy the birds sometimes too. Particularly right now, while I'm feeling so very heavy and graceless. I wish I could be light and carefree and just fly away where I wished." I nearly laugh. Graceless? for heaven's sake, Madame Sara. Human is disgusting. They eat others living being to sustain their so-called graceful form. Himself was not excluded. How many their lives he'd taken to live up until now, could it be paid by only one good deed?
I look up at her, she still seems to determined to makes him changed his way of thinking.
Sadly, I don't. and won't
"I repeat, Madame Sara -- please don't try to make me into a saint in your eyes. I would be terribly upset to have to disappoint you."
to which will happen if we continues talking. I don't know whether my self-control will enough to held your naivety Point of View of the cruel world that we inhabited.
In that case, quickly find another topic or make an excuse to go home.
"Doctor? If I might ask... do you know much about kittens? Good, a safe topic. I find myself smiling, "I've never met a cat who could stand the smell of orange peel,"
~~~~~~~~~~ It's utterly shameful that I were too absorbed in our conversation (this one is particularly how goad kittens to their cage when you want to bring her to the animal doctor' about), that I don't realized another guest has arrived.
the boy, Setsuna (has a striking resemblance to Madame Sara, must be her relative) now talking with the one in black shirt and keep throwing hostile glare at me. (Well, what else is new?)
It's really amusing how Madame Sara (who has the same opinion--since the glare was too obvious) keep distracting me with tea and such matter. Her eyes is darted back and forth to keep a conversation with me and to check her brother's attitude.
Men!" This time I must be looks very dumbfounded because she wave his hand hastily and keep correcting herself
Keep is the key word.
--I just need to stop talking now, don't I?" I held back a laugh, but cannot stop a smile that already touch my lips. She look flustered and embarassed enough, so I won't answer that one.
Beside her brother is already heading into our direction. And I could tell quite clearly that he didn't intended to treat me with hospitality. Well, it seems Madame Sara notice this as well and tried her best to act as peacemaker between us. I'm quite hoping she would succeds though, as I clearly doesn't want to make an enemy on this room, well, more than already is.
What do you want with my sister?" Unfortunately her brother doesn't get that well. Is it just me or does every brother is this protective to their little sister? Truth to be told, they started to reminded me of Cain and his dear sister. An overprotective brother and a naive little sister.
"Oh -- just tea and a bit of conversation; I'm still a bit overwhelmed by this culture, to tell the truth, and I know there are so many levels of politeness to your etiquette that I haven't fully mastered yet; if I've inadvertently given offense, I do apologize, it certainly wasn't intentional..."
Honestly, there should be more proper way to starts up a conversation with a guest than threatening him in opening speech. Even though I'm a 'nice' doctor this evening, that didn't meant I didn't have any dignity left. Besides, I didn't do anything.
Setsuna is apparently a stubborn one as he glares (more, if that's possible) daggerly to me. Yes, very much remind me of certain someone.
And before I know, we're already into a verbal fights, that nearly turn into an actual fight when Madame Sara surprised both of us with her yells and started to rants about the tea party hostile atmosphere. I never see her yelling before (maybe it was one of those pregnant women's mood swing that make her scream like that), but it certainly does its benefits for Setsuna drags a chair and sitting quietly.
And once again Madame Sara put herself to became our peacemaker, this time however, she put a new interesting bargain.
"I know. That's why -- Doctor, I know it's hardly fair of me to ask about your work when we're all here to relax, but I do wonder if you might accept me for an appointment occasionally? And I promise I'll not mention work again for the duration of the party!"
I think this options available. Judging from the situations I'm currently in, I might be not acquaire much information from this tea party, "It would be my pleasure, Madame Sara." I bowed my head a little to them, "just ring me a bell, and I would like to gave you a visit as quickly as possible"
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Kinna
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Post by Kinna on Oct 16, 2003 21:48:28 GMT -5
[Character POV: Setsuna]
I really wanted to slug the guy. Even though he appeared harmless, my every sense was screaming as I looked at him. He was giving off smug vibes, as if we were all idiots and puppets in his hands. Well, I'll show him... but before I could get a word, much less a fist in, Sara beat me to it.
"Setsuna! Come over here, there's someone I'd like to introduce you to!" No, thanks, I'd rather not. I know all I need to, thank you very much. Before I could voice that, Sara shot off again.
"Setsuna, this is Dr. Disraeli from the first floor; he's a medical doctor, and he also knows quite a lot about kittens! Dr. Disraeli, this is my big brother Setsuna. Who hates it when I call him Setsuna-chan in front of people. So of course I have to tease him every chance I get! Come on, sit down, we were just talking about the differences in tea between here and London; Dr. Disraeli is from Britain, they're quite fond of tea there as well..." Tea? My foot! Unless the tea contains concentrated haemoglobin from his drained victims. What the heck is he doing so close to Sara?
"What do you want with my sister?" I placed my hand on her shoulder. She's mine, and you better not lay a hand on her!
"Oh -- just tea and a bit of conversation; I'm still a bit overwhelmed by this culture, to tell the truth, and I know there are so many levels of politeness to your etiquette that I haven't fully mastered yet; if I've inadvertently given offense, I do apologize, it certainly wasn't intentional..." Yeah, right, and the sky will turn green and pigs will fly. Do you think I'm stupid or what? Bastard...OUCH! Jumping as Sara's delicate fingers, with more strength then one would have thought possible for her size, stabbed my ribs.
"Setsuna, honestly, he's our guest! --Dr. Disraeli, you've been a perfect gentleman. Setsuna's just very protective of me, particularly now. That's all."
"Very protective," Yes, now do you get the hint? Sod off, or I'll just show you exactly HOW protective I can be. Sara's MINE, in every way, and you better not mess with what's mine!
"......Take good care of her, sir knight; it would be a dreadful shame for anything untoward to happen, particularly to one in such a fragile, tender condition..." Why, the prick! Is he threatening.....!?! Unable to take it anymore, I leapt forward, ready to choke the life out of him. Unfortunately, my arm was grabbed before I could get my hands on the little bastard. By a very livid, animated, LOUD Sara.
"Stop it right now!" She yelled, at the top of her lungs. Which were larger than they looked. "Both of you!", she continued, and launched into one long tirade. Most of which I did not catch, still thinking murderous thoughts about that...THAT, and wishing that he can fry on the spot. My fingers were just twitching..."...don't care who's the alpha wolf in here. I really don't. I care about drinking my tea and having a pleasant conversation and NOT knocking over the vases and breaking the furniture..."
Wow. I can see the fuse burning rapidly towards the fireworks. I thought females were supposed to develop motherly, nurturing instincts at this time, but Sara's definately an exception. As shown by the steam I can almost see rising above her head, reincarnation of Jibrille that she is.
"...my overprotective twit of a brother is seeing attacks from everywhere..." Well, better to be wary then sorry! And I don't see it from EVERYWHERE! I trust you and Kira, don't I?
"...be dangerous to upset a woman in my condition." The little bint. Now she's threatening me. Although she seems to have it worse then PMS these days... Last week, she made me run 4 blocks to get her the snack she said she wanted, and threw a hell of a tantrum when I complained it was too far, then after I gave in and went to buy the thing, she said that she didn't feel like eating anymore. And threw me out of the room when I protested. Alright, I'll give in for now, but I'll be keeping such a close eye on you you'll have needles poking the back of your neck. I sat down beside her, keeping a tight hold on her hand to show that I'm not going anywhere. At least while he's around. So that he can get ANY funny ideas out of his head. I am very tempted to introduce our new 'friend' to Nanatsusaya too, but I suppose Sara would have my head for that. Or at least lock me out of the bedroom for the whole of next week. If not month. "...do you accept appointments for prenatal ..." ...and now WHAT? She's asking him to be her doctor, so he can lay his hands on MY Sara? Hell, NO!
"Raphael...prefers women whose waists go inward ..." That's true. And I'll rather keep it that way.
"...I'd just as soon keep him as far from my sister as I can throw him, thank you very much." Fellow angel or not. But I trust this creep even less!
"...It'll be my pleasure..." Ah, crap! I wanted to protest, but Sara is the one who brought this up, and once she's on a roll, even I don't dare to stand in her way.
Whatever! URGH!
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Post by RisuChan on Oct 22, 2003 10:18:11 GMT -5
[Character POV: Sara]
I hear a crash and thud from the general direction of the entrance, and glance over; it looks like Doll-chan's bowled over poor little Raziel-kun. It wouldn't be polite to giggle, so I bite my lip hard.
Setsuna just runs a hand down his face, because he's used to Doll and her antics; Dr. Disraeli looks a little puzzled.
"That's Doll," I tell him. "And of course Uriel-san. He's the Angel of Judgement, and she takes care of him."
Dr. Disraeli transfers an even more skeptical look to me, and I realize approximately how strange that must have sounded to someone who hasn't been brought up to expect angels and demons walking into tea parties.
"No, really," I tell him. "I'm not actually insane. Don't be surprised if Uriel-san speaks into your mind. He doesn't have his own voice any more. It's a long story."
"I can imagine," Dr. Disraeli says, quite blandly.
Setsuna has a dangerous grin on his face. "Hey, Uriel! Come on over! We've got more seats..."
I sigh a little to myself. Setsuna seems completely convinced that Dr. Disraeli is some sort of terrible person. And he's only met him once. ...Well, granted, I've never actually met him beyond saying hello before today, but at least I have said hello, which is some sort of acquaintance...
Uriel walks over to our table, and bows slightly to the group of us. He's very tall; it's a relief when he sits down, because then it's easier to see him without having to strain my neck looking up at that angle!
"Uriel-san, this is Dr. Disraeli from the first floor," I say, hoping Uriel is listening to my mind enough to pick up on my somewhat desperate please be nice! thoughts. "Dr. Disraeli is a physician who quite likes taking care of little animals as well. Doctor, this is Uriel, who's the Angel of Judgement. But he's really a very nice person, so don't worry!"
Dr. Disraeli's politely amused and very faintly skeptical expression abruptly freezes. He doesn't move at all; his eyes have gone wide, white-rimmed, the pupils dilated in sheer shock.
I do understand entirely, of course; it was quite startling to me when Uriel first spoke into my mind as well. I wonder what Uriel is saying to him; but of course that's none of my business.
Dr. Disraeli isn't even breathing.
"Uriel-san," I say, carefully. "Please...?" I can't exactly scold Uriel, but this IS Raziel-kun's special day...
I am not here to judge the doctor, Uriel replies. How could I? He has already judged and convicted himself, more cruelly than I could have. He lives his own punishment, of his own will. The focus of his attention shifts more deliberately to Dr. Disraeli, but he lets us hear his words as well: Don't forget that there are always choices.
Dr. Disraeli takes a shuddering breath, and his voice cracks a little between cynicism and pain. "Choices? When have any of us ever had choices?"
You can still choose to forgive yourself, and to begin again.
Abruptly, Dr. Disraeli shoves his chair back and stalks across the room to stand at the French doors to the balcony, his back to the lot of us, shivering with a chill he is the only one to feel.
The poor man. I wonder if he lost a patient who was particularly precious to him, and if that's why he despises himself so? I'm sure it wasn't his fault; I'm sure he would have tried his best...
Setsuna is glaring at Uriel. "Well? What did you see?"
That is a private matter, Setsuna-kun.
"Not when he's going to be anywhere near my sister, it's not!"
Uriel sighs a little. A man's soul is always a private matter. Because all of you still have choices, however common it is to forget that for a time. Speak with him yourself, and form your own judgement; I cannot give you my own.
"Oh, I'm planning on it."
MEN! "Setsuna, you stubborn--"
There's another commotion at the door, though; the lecture can wait a bit...
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