“Oh.” Elijah’s brow furrowed and he looked up, searching her expression. “In that case… are you alright? I mean… the fire at my last work place, it was frightening, knowing that there could still be people inside, people I knew and cared about…” he frowned just a little bit. “Did everyone survive?” It was a question he didn’t want to ask, but he knew he had to. This conversation was going to go one way if she was mourning someone, and quite another if she was just worried about the fire being so near to her. “It’s not inconvenient,” he added quickly, “I’m not doing anything tonight. Well… I should prepare dinner for my family, but that’s not until later…” he frowned, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Would you like to stay for dinner? I can’t promise it will be anything special, but if you’d like the company…” He blushed a little, hoping that she didn’t think him presumptuous. “If it makes you feel better… I know there are people investigating the fires.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 20, 2021 11:46:43 GMT -5
Did anyone die ... Cara found herself waiting to answer. Waiting until Elijah finished. She knew the answer. She could feel it twisting in her chest. (I want to do it again. Again.) Then he mentioned the fact that he knew people were investigating the fire. She wondered to herself if that who she was thinking of. She found herself simultaneously worrying about herself and Elijah. There was a lot of conflicting emotions spinning around in her head. Too many. "Someone died," she said softly. "But I didn't know him." Her voice held several emotions, in such a mix that it was very difficult to drag a specific one out of the mess that was within her head. "I .." She pressed her lips together. There seemed to be a lot on her mind. A whole lot. But then she finally nodded. "If it isn't an inconvenience ... I would like to come." She felt like she needed the company, she really did. There was a pounding in the back of her head and she needed a distraction. She needed to stop feeling haunted.
“Oh,” Elijah murmured, brow creasing in sympathy. It didn’t seem like it was anyone Cara was close with, so that was good. Still… having mortality shoved in your face like that wasn’t easy. Elijah couldn’t help the way his mind drifted to his mother. Her failing health reminded him every day of how easy it was to take life away. How ephemeral it really was. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said quietly, offering what he hoped was a reassuring smile. He wasn’t the best at comfort, but Cara had come all this way for him, so he might as well try to do the best he could to help her. He couldn’t quite read her tone, but… she was upset. And she seemed to think he might have the ability to help. “It’s not an inconvenience,” he added quickly, his smile widening just a bit. “I haven’t prepared dinner yet, so we can have whatever you want… I guess, as long as I have the ingredients. Ruth’s probably already put some vegetables on to cook, or maybe some bread – make sure to compliment her on it – but… you’re more than welcome to stay for as long as you’d like tonight.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 26, 2021 3:30:17 GMT -5
Tension seemed to drain just a bit from Cara’s gaze. She wasn’t sure if it was Elijah’s offer to come over or maybe just because she’d gotten just a bit of a better hold on herself, but she actually managed to nod and smile at the offer. “I … really don’t have any preference, or idea, what would make a good dinner,” she admitted after a second. Then added, by way of an explanation, “I’m not the best cook. I usually have whatever I can have. So I’m not the best at looking for ideas for other people.” That, and she didn’t usually eat human food anymore. She was hungry (always), but she could hold off. She didn’t know if she’d end up biting Elijah again. Maybe. But for now she needed to keep focused. Stay sane. Have company. She needed more than her own thoughts right now. “Thank you,” she added. “I know me coming to you was out of the blue. It just … you’re nice. So thank you. I’ll try not to take too much advantage of that,” she said. And for the most part, the words were very truthful. Even as she wondered how much he knew about Marcus and Percival.
“We’ll find something to make, then,” Elijah replied, starting to head towards his door. “Is there anything you don’t eat? I mean… allergies or anything?” He pulled open the door, holding it open for Cara for a few moments. “I hope you don’t mind that I’ll have to spend some time cooking. There’s a chair we can put right outside the kitchen so I can keep you company while I do it. And I’m sure Ruth would be happy to meet you. She’s a bit shy at first, and you don’t have to talk to her if you don’t want to.” He gave Cara a small smile, trying to make her feel as welcome as possible. He took the stairs to his apartment, then pulled that door open for her as well. “It’s… not much, but it’s home,” he said, well aware that it was a bit of a cliché. Well… it was the truth. It was small, and cramped, and it was barely enough for the four people that lived there, but it was a place to live. It was a roof over their head. And if there wasn’t an extra chair for a visitor, they could always pull something else over to sit on. They may not have had guests often, but they were familiar with hospitality. The room they entered seemed to serve as a living room and a kitchen combined, with a small hallway leading to the three cramped bedrooms.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 5, 2021 5:04:31 GMT -5
Cara looked around. She certainly hadn’t visited this part of the house before, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still familiar in some way. The smell, for example. It was the same. It was a mix between guilt and hunger that rose up in her now. Remembering what had happened. She realized that Elijah was probably looking for some sort of answer. One which didn’t involve her slipping into her own thoughts. “It’s enough,” she said. “I’m sure that the family makes a great difference.” She let her lips twitch in a budding smile. She had slowly followed after him. It was a bit like watching a nervous animal walking into some other’s den. Curiously, she looked around, each step wary. Maybe she was worried about being ordered away. “I’m … I’m good with eating anything,” she responded, realizing she’d forgotten to answer that question. It was true too. Just specific things actually helped her. The rest was all a bit lacking. “No allergies.” She couldn’t help but feel a bit warm - a warm that didn’t reach the place it really needed to - at the fact that Elijah seemed to care about the chair and keeping her company. She nodded several times to show she liked that idea.
Elijah didn’t know what Cara was thinking. He didn’t know what she had done, and if he had… the way he was looking at her might have changed just a little bit. Not much, but a little bit. Even more if she didn’t have a good explanation. But he didn’t know, and he probably wasn’t going to find out unless Cara told him. And he might not believe her even if she did tell him. “It does,” he added after a long moment, letting himself smile in return. He may not have played host very often, but his mother and father had high expectations for their children’s futures. They had been taught to be good hosts, even if it was a skill they would rarely ever use. They just didn’t have time to be good hosts. Well… Ruth and Benjamin would, if Elijah had his way. He was carrying on his parents’ dream for them, even if he knew he would never reach that goal himself. He would work as hard as he needed to in order to make sure that his siblings were set up for the future. In order to ensure that they would be high enough up in society that they’d have a reason to entertain and be good hosts. He pulled the chair into the kitchen and gave Cara a warm smile as he started to preheat the pan. He dropped a little bit of butter in, noting that they were running low. He’d have to see if he could find someone who would sell it to them cheap. Butter wasn’t easy to come by in the city. “Hi.” A quiet voice sounded behind Cara as Ruth peered around the corner. “Are you one of Elijah’s friends?”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 9, 2021 22:42:35 GMT -5
Cara stiffened for a second, even though she'd smelled the small girl coming from a ways away. She turned around, then smiled as she got a good look at Ruth. "I am," she said. "Well ... hopefully, at any rate. I used to work with him for a bit." She was pretty sure that the girl's name was Ruth, but she still checked, "What's your name?" She smiled. The smile looked a bit tired, but she was a lot more focused on this than she was on the cold in her chest. "I'm Cara. You have a nice house." She glanced around and then back at Elijah and the kitchen. Then she looked back, still smiling. She didn't want to scare the small child, even if the prickling in her chest and around the area where her fangs would have been was something that drew a lot of her attention.
Ruth glanced at Elijah for a long moment to make sure it was alright for her to speak with the guest, then grinned when Elijah gave her the affirming nod. Her gaze immediately flickered back up to Cara and she nodded, carefully smoothing down her dress to appear just a little bit more presentable. “Well… Elijah doesn’t invite very many people for dinner, so… so if you’re here, you must be a friend!” Her smile broke out just a little wider at that. “I’m Ruth. It’s nice to meet you! I don’t… I don’t sorry, welcome to our home.” She blushed a little, realizing she had gotten the pleasantries out of order. There was an order people expecred things to be done in, and she was very, very bad at keeping it straight at times. Hopefully, Cara wouldn’t mind much. “It’s nice to meet you,” she went on, her voice just a little quieter now. She was silent for a long moment before the smile broke back across her face. “I helped chop the vegetables!” she announced proudly, puffing out her chest just enough to be noticeable. “So when Elijah brings out dinner, you’ll know that I helped, a little!”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 14, 2021 15:29:16 GMT -5
“Nice to meet you as well,” Cara said with some pleasure in her voice, even when there was the distraction of the cooking. Would they use a fire? Could she handle it if they did? She rather felt like she had to. Didn’t she? “Oh!” she said to Ruth, her smile widening. “Did you? I’m so glad to hear that. That can be a lot of work, but I’m glad to hear you helped.” She felt awkward for not helping herself. Like she should, even if she was a guest. But … she didn’t really feel up to it. Her mouth didn’t even feel like she could form the words. So, instead, she asked Ruth, “Do you like helping make the dinner? It smells very good.” It smelled like ground vegetables, dirt, and plant products with maybe a bit of meat (or the ghost of meat) included. The component parts were hardly what she’d wanted to be able to smell, but she was anyway. “I’ve heard a bit about you,” she admitted. “But I’ll admit I don’t know a lot about what you like.”
Elijah didn’t know that there would be anything upsetting about using a fire. He carefully turned on the burner, beginning to roast the vegetables that Ruth had chopped. He threw in some beans, trying to make sure that there was protein in the dish. They didn’t really have enough chicken to spare, especially not if they were going to have guests. It was easier to just make the beans – there was a larger quantity of them, so everyone would (hopefully) have enough, even with an extra mouth to feed. He didn’t mind Cara’s presence – he welcomed it, in fact. And he was glad that Ruth was beginning to entertain their guests, if only because it was somewhat difficult to simultaneously cook and give Cara the attention she deserved. Distantly, he wondered how they expected women to both cook and play the perfect host. Elijah doubted he could pull that off, even if he spent the rest of his life trying. Ruth grinned, nodding eagerly. “I’m learning to do it really quickly, so that I can help do more stuff for dinner, too!” she said, practically beaming. “I hope you enjoy them! I didn’t quite get all of the knife cuts even, but I think I was pretty close. It makes me happy to be able to help Elijah. He works really hard.” Her eyes were wide and earnest, though she didn’t turn back to watch Elijah cook. “Elijah’s mentioned you, too!” Ruth added, not even stopping to think if that was technically acceptable to say. “I… well, I like a lot of things! I don’t like some of the things I have to learn, but… embroidery is fun. And I like playing in Central Park, but I’m not really allowed to do that anymore. They say I’m getting too old to play, so now I only get to stroll.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 20, 2021 5:58:33 GMT -5
Cara didn't so much as stiffen. She wanted to though. Badly. But she couldn't. There just wasn't a way to do so without drawing attention to herself that she couldn't afford. So instead she carefully angled her body so that she could (hopefully) see Elijah as he worked (or rather, the fire) and still talk to Ruth. She smiled lightly to show, if that was how Ruth took it, that she was paying attention. "Does making things evenly cut with the knife help with the taste?" Cara asked, genuinely curious. She didn't know. As it was, food wouldn't taste like it was intended for humans, so it would hardly matter to her. Even still, Ruth's excitement brought a real smile to the vampire's face. She seemed sweet. Her head tilted a fraction, noting that Ruth was indeed getting to old to play. Though that seemed like a statement which was based more around making sure Ruth was capable of taking care of the household. "And what do you embroider?" she added.
Ruth didn’t notice anything wrong. She did, however, think it was rather sweet that Cara had shifted herself to better see Elijah, but she kept that comment to herself. It wasn’t that she was trying to play matchmaker (the idea of Elijah dating anyone was weird and she wasn’t sure she really liked it), but she did think her brother needed more friends. Even she had more friends than he did, and she didn’t have that many at all. Just the other girls who studied with her and were learning to cook and clean and embroider and just generally be proper young ladies. Even though most of them were probably just going to end up as serving girls. It was better work than factory work, that was for sure. “No,” Ruth replied after a long moment, tilting her head a little bit. “I think people just like to eat things that look nicer. And if it’s all uneven, Ms. Smith told me that your guests will know you don’t take very much care while cooking, and it will give them a bad impression.” Ruth didn’t really know why so much of playing host was making sure to give the other person the best possible impression, but if that was what she had to do, she would do it to the absolute best of her abilities. “I think it would taste just as good if you didn’t care at all how it was chopped. Although… I think it might cook weird if some of the pieces were a lot smaller than others.” She broke that thought off, blushing a little as she realized she had probably been rambling. That wasn’t very proper, but hopefully Cara didn’t mind. “Right now we’re learning how to embroider in cursive. I haven’t picked out what mine is going to say yet, though. I want to try to find a quote from a book, but I don’t even know what book. We don’t have that many here. What do you think I should embroider? If you suggest something and I do it well, then maybe I can give it to you!”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 25, 2021 23:40:10 GMT -5
Cara had to consider this. It wasn't exactly something she thought about on the day to day - embroidery, that was. She was behind. So behind. That was what this felt like. "You're right about the vegetables," was what she did say. "I see what you mean about them probably not cooking evenly." It wasn't like she really had to worry about cooked foods these days. That was all a bit out of her range. But instead she was aware that she could smell Ruth - what she was, the way her heart beat ... how easy this house would be to burn ... She pushed that thought away again, trying to distract herself even further now. She shook all the impressions away and tried to work out a good answer. "Is there anything any of your friends or family have said that you that you want to remember in embroider?" she asked, tilting her head to look back at Elijah only to have to force her gaze away again as if was almost caught by the stove fire. She looked at Ruth again instead, "You know ... something important to you?"
Ruth thought about that for a long moment, trying to take Cara’s words into account. She didn’t know, which… was the issue. She didn’t know what was important enough to be embroidered that wasn’t also personal enough that she wouldn’t really want other people to see it embroidered on a pillow or something. “That’s a good question,” she murmured, looking at Elijah as though he would have any advice. He gave a small shrug, then dipped his head to Cara. It was charming to him, to see how the two of them were getting along. And the vegetables were almost done, so he saw nothing wrong with encouraging their conversation at least until there was dinner to be served. “Okay,” Ruth murmured, scooting a little bit closer to Cara. “I’ll try to think of something like that,” she added, nodding eagerly. “What… what kinds of things has your family or friends said that you would put in embroidery, if you could? I… wish I remembered more of the things my father said when I was little, but… I was too little to remember, and if it’s personal like that then I should probably do something I was actually told. But… if you have a good quote, I could give it as a gift. I mean it. So you could always remember whatever nice thing your friend said, and you could always remember that you were really nice when we had you over for dinner, so I made you a pillow with embroidery!” She was getting a little bit ahead of herself, but Elijah didn’t stop it. She deserved the opportunity to get carried away like that. Children didn’t have it nearly often enough.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 30, 2021 1:07:17 GMT -5
Cara looked at Ruth's bright eyes and couldn't help smiling, even though there was a lot about the eyes that scared her. There was just enough life there to make her want it. To want to do something she would regret. And not focusing on it was getting harder. It was getting harder to go through what they were going through ... through ... through ... Where was her head going? Ruth had nothing to do with this and the light that she saw in Ruth's eyes had nothing to do with what she needed. It was just the wandering nothings of her brain. "I don't know," she said, even though she hadn't even gotten a chance to think about it. But what was she supposed to say when the memory of her family was so distant? "I ... don't have a lot of friends," she said, sounding embarrassed. She glanced away, them glanced back. "Maybe it can be something you've said." She tried to think back. Then a brief smile flickered across her face as she said, "Maybe you can put on it that it's to Cara from her friend Ruth?"
“I’m happy to be your friend!” Ruth exclaimed, a dazzling smile crossing her features. “I just… well, it’s hard to make friends sometimes, so I’m glad that we get to be friends, as long as Elijah is okay with it!” She cast a quick glance into the kitchen at Elijah, who gave a firm nod as he started getting out plates for the food. Ruth’s smile widened, if possible. “Then we’re friends!” she exclaimed, practically bouncing up and down, though she did her best to conceal her excitement. “I’ll make sure the pillow says something really nice, and I will put that on the back so you know that you… that you deserve good thoughts from friends, ‘cause everyone deserves that. And you’re nice.” Okay, so maybe she didn’t know Cara well enough to be saying that, but… she trusted Elijah’s judgement, and since Elijah had brought Cara home, she assumed that she must be nice. Elijah wouldn’t bring someone mean home. “Dinner’s ready,” Elijah said from inside the kitchen, setting four plates on the table and disappearing into a different room with a fifth. He reappeared a few moments later, a careful mask pulled over his expression. Ruth seemed to notice, carefully not looking as she sat down at the table and pat the seat next to her should Cara wish to take it.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 6, 2021 5:56:16 GMT -5
Cara felt herself relax a bit, though she wasn't sure why. The idea of having a friend was comforting, even if it felt to easy. Even if it felt a bit too much like manipulating Ruth. It was hard to place how she felt about Ruth's reaction though. So she just brightly grinned. Grinned to hide the hunger and whatever else she kept buried under her. "I'm glad!" she said. And she meant it. She just didn't know what else to say. There were too many scents coming from the kitchen, so instead she focused on moving into that room and settling herself where she seemed to be expected. "Thank you," she said to Elijah, even though she wasn't sure how prepared she was for human food. She would try it though. She'd noticed how he'd walked out of the room and the change of expression, but she didn't press the issue. "I'm sure it'll be great food," she added, for lack of something else to say.
“I hope so,” Elijah replied, giving Cara a small smile. He was going to try to make this enjoyable for all of them, so they wouldn’t have to think about any of the bad things that were happening. So Cara wouldn’t have to think about the fire, so he wouldn’t have to think about his mother’s failing health… he took his place and closed his eyes for a quick moment before he gave Ruth a small nod. She grinned, then began to dig in, hoping to indicate that it was alright for Cara to start eating to. Elijah was a little bit slower to begin eating, wanting to keep himself free to go fix something else up for Cara on the off chance she didn’t like what he had made. He didn’t have very many options, but he wanted to make sure she had something to eat that she actually wanted to eat. “It’s not much,” he said after a moment, a little bit apologetically. “We don’t have very much to add flavor, but we make do with what we can. Like everyone else does, I suppose.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 21, 2021 1:24:47 GMT -5
Cara, with the cue, slowly started to eat as well, taking this as a good opportunity to work on her expression. At least for the time being, it seemed like she was capable of eating the human food without gagging and that was a good start. "I don't like a lot of flavorful foods," she admitted after a second, a lot of her attention having been on her food and keeping it in without gagging on the flavor. And there was plenty of flavor to her. "You did a good job," she said, when she wasn't politely eating. It was more excuse to drown out the sense of overwhelming taste. "I appreciate the invitation and I'm glad. I think it helps me ... keep it together a bit better." It was a hard thing to admit, but she was trying. Added to that the fact that the smell and temptation for blood was getting stronger due to this playacting really didn't help. She took another breath and went back to working on the food.
Elijah didn’t notice anything wrong, and Ruth didn’t seem to either. He wasn’t expecting anything to be wrong, and if he thought Cara slightly reluctant to eat, he would have chalked it up to worry and anxiety ruining her appetite. Elijah knew well enough that it ruined his own when he came home and didn’t know if he had made enough to feed his family. At least a lack of appetite made skipping meals to feed his family a little bit easier. He pushed the thoughts away, instead offering Cara a small smile. “Well, then I’m glad I didn’t put too much in the way of spices here. I’ll keep that in mind if you ever feel like visiting again. You’re… you’re more than welcome, whenever you need a friendly face or a place to stay.” He didn’t know all of Cara’s situation, but if he could do anything to make it easier… well, he was in a position to help, and he found that he wanted to. “And… if you ever need a place where you don’t have to keep it together… you’re a friend, Cara.” Elijah knew it was a big offer, but it was the truth. They may not have known each other very well, but he didn’t have much in the way of friends. Technically, Cara was his closest.
Post by mintedstar/fur on May 2, 2021 19:31:46 GMT -5
Cara found herself blinking several times. Tears almost pooled in her eyes, but she held them in. Had to. Everything would be ruined if she cried. Everything. She couldn't let that happen. But hopefully Elijah would see the appreciation shining in her eyes. "Thank you. That means a lot," she breathed. Again, she took another bite of food, but the overwhelming taste as a bit less painful this time. Not the best, but better. "R-really," she added, when she once again paused. "I'm glad. If ... the same. If something happens ... you can reach out." She hoped so at any rate. She wanted to be capable of helping. She really did. But she also couldn't deny the jitteriness of everything around her. Her own person felt like a live wire or maybe an exposed nerve. Both easily damaged and easy to cause damage. "Er ..." She looked down again, not sure what to say, but instead started to shovel food into her mouth until her portion was mostly gone. She still tried to be slow and measure it again the humans in the room, but she still might have eaten too fast.
Elijah glanced over, perplexed by the expression on Cara’s face for a long moment before he decided that ultimately, it wasn’t any of his business. She would tell him what she wanted to share, and until then his job was to just be a good host and make sure she was as okay as she could be while here. He frowned a little bit, realizing that he didn’t have any desert to offer her. Well… they might have some challah left over, which wasn’t dessert but might be something sweeter than dinner was, if Cara wanted. He wasn’t going to offer right away – she hadn’t even finished her food yet. Oh, he realized as he glanced back. It seemed she had, actually. “There’s more if you’re still hungry,” he told her, taking a bite of his own meal. “But please don’t be pressured to take more if you aren’t. Just… whatever you need. Or want.” He was silent for another few moments before offering a tiny smile and setting his own portion aside. “It’s good to have friends,” he murmured, hoping his intent was clear enough. Sometimes… you couldn’t do everything by yourself. Elijah often had a hard time admitting that, but it was true. And knowing that he could lean on Cara if he needed, as she was leaning on his family now… it was a comforting thought.
Post by mintedstar/fur on May 13, 2021 23:15:48 GMT -5
Cara nodded several times and smiled. She hoped it didn't look as forced as it felt. But it did feel that way. "Thank you," she said. "But the cooking was good and I am full." She wasn't. She was never full. She could never be full. But she wished that wasn't the case. But she did dip her head to Elijah and said, "I ... I should be getting back." She wanted to bite him. Badly. She wanted to feel full in a way that mattered. But she couldn't. She shook her head and stood up. She needed to go. "Thank you," she said again. If he insisted she stay, she would just have to deal with it. But she didn't want to. She didn't want to be that sort of risk. So she pushed herself away from the table and stood. "I'll see you later," she promised. If ... if she didn't come back later and bite him. He was easy prey. She needed easy right now ...
Elijah gave a small smile, hoping he had done enough to help. He didn’t know what more he could do, he just knew that Cara was a friend and she had gone through something stressful. He wanted to be there for her. He wanted to take a little bit of the weight off her shoulders when he was in a position to do so. He had a feeling she would probably do the same for him, if it came down to it. “Would you like an escort home?” Elijah asked after a moment, searching her expression. He hoped she wouldn’t take offense to the suggestion – it was just that it was getting dark out, and traversing the streets with people was safer than walking alone. And Elijah knew from experience that people were less likely to bother someone like him than they were someone they saw as ‘easy prey,’ whether that statement was true or not. “If… not… then I hope you’ll come by again soon. It was lovely to see you.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on May 22, 2021 6:07:02 GMT -5
Cara slowly shook her head. While she might have liked for Elijah to do that, it was any other day but now. So she just smiled and said, "No thank you. I think I can make my own way. But your offer is very kind." She looked down at Ruth, her smile managing to be a bit less waxy this time at least. But then she turned, heading toward the way out. She wasn't ready to engage further and she wanted to leave before things got too bad for her to take care of. If she bit Ruth. She didn't want to (she wanted to so badly). Her steps were almost hurried as she left, tapping out the sound of a heartbeat she no longer produced. And she did head for "home." As close as she could consider home. Maybe then she'd get the fire and blood out of her head. Maybe.
-- Benjamin had found nothing. It was frustrating, but he supposed… well, he supposed he was going to find more if he kept looking. The sun was going down, though, and he didn’t want to get caught at the site of a fire after dark, when he really had no good reason to be there. He knew he should go home, knew he should make sure Elijah knew he was alright, but… he had a feeling he needed to go back to Percival to at least show him he was actively trying. To tell him exactly where he had looked and what he had done, and to tell him that he had been unsuccessful so far… but he was going to find something. He was going to help keep his home safe. He took a breath, raising a hand to knock at Percival’s door. He didn’t know if the man would be pleased to see him, but… but he was trying. And he needed Percival to know.
Post by mintedstar/fur on May 27, 2021 0:16:57 GMT -5
The door was, oddly enough, not closed. At Benjamin's knock, it slowly swung open ... Like Percival had never properly closed it when the boy had left. The whole place ... the building that was ... was in the same state that Benjamin had left it. Still no sign of Marcus. But Percival was there. At the table. His heads placed in his hands. If he'd heard Benjamin - and he should have - he likely wouldn't have looked this broken. This vulnerable. It seemed to take a second for him to realize Benjamin was there. His head jerked up and he seemed to hurriedly try to compose himself. "Benjamin," he said. Maybe that was supposed to be surprise, but it just sounded hollow. "Hello. Is ... was there anything? To report?" He pushed himself away from the table and stood.
Benjamin frowned a little bit at how unchanged Percival was from the last time he had seen him. It was undeniable that something was wrong, undeniable that whatever had happened, it probably involved Marcus, because he wasn’t here. But Ben knew it wasn’t his place to ask. He knew that unwanted questions from little kids could end up with tiny bodies in the streets that nobody noticed until days later. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t trust Percival, it was that he had a hard time trusting anyone who wasn’t his family. But he was here on a job for Percival, so he was going to do that. “Nothing today,” he admitted reluctantly, shaking his head. “I poked around a little bit, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. I’m… I’m sorry. But I’ll keep looking, I promise. And I won’t stop until I find something.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 4, 2021 0:19:01 GMT -5
There seemed to be a small deflation to Percival. A little bit of ... something disappeared. And maybe he was still trying to hide it from Benjamin. But he just ... carefully gestured toward one of the chairs. "Would you like to take a seat?" he asked softly. "I ... would you like something to eat?" He was already vaguely drifting in the direction of the place where, presumably, he kept food. He seemed to be trying to preform regular actions, but that didn't stop his voice from drifting across the room as he went, "I may have something else for you to do. A way to help." It seemed like the further away he was, the more rasping his voice became. Less of an upkeep, perhaps. "Would you be interested in a different sort of job, perhaps?" There. Almost a sob in his voice. Then he'd returned and it seemed, while not gone, than at least pushed to the side. He was carrying a glass of water. As if that was what "food" was.
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Cloudy Sky: Seeing the name gave me flashbacks to certain events that happened about two weeks ago.
Jun 22, 2021 4:51:35 GMT -5
Violetsky: Her name is Tika. She's a Cymric, or long-haired Manx.
Jun 22, 2021 6:27:08 GMT -5
Violetsky: I left the gel pack in the freezer overnight and now it's a solid thick sheet of ice.
Jun 22, 2021 6:32:05 GMT -5
Violetsky: Cymric is the technical term for a Manx cat that has long hair.
Jun 22, 2021 13:48:50 GMT -5
Violetsky: Technically they are Manx's as well; they are not a separate breed but an alternative variety of traditional Manx's, which are short-haired. They're also called longhair Manx's.
Jun 22, 2021 13:50:11 GMT -5
Violetsky: It's okay, I thought she was a traditional Manx for a while
Jun 22, 2021 14:02:13 GMT -5
Violetsky: Well, she is. It's like if brown bears that lived further up North had thicker and longer fur than their southern counterparts. If that was true, then they would be the same species and "breed", they just have different adaptations.
Jun 22, 2021 14:02:52 GMT -5