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Setting: Miami, Florida. Present Day. Political, Social, and International climate reflects that of the real world. Threads exist in real-time unless otherwise stated.
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She couldn't help but let a little sound escape when he said he was born so long ago. That was.... that was a really really long time ago. She wasn't even going to try and do the math right now.
" That's.....a really long time. I'm only seventeen-ish." She felt a bit silly because well, compared to him she had lived only a tiny amount of years. She twitched her mouth at that. Well fine. The girl looked around again for a moment, wishing that the rain would let up so that she could go home. Maybe even sleep, even though it was a bit early for that. For her anyway. As she listened though for a few minutes it seemed that the rain was abating. There were no more crashes of thunder, only a few distant rumbles.
" I.... I think I'm going to go home now." She smiled and set her tea cup down. The girl looked at Silas for a moment through sort of wide eyes, studying him as if to remember his face.
" Anyway, I'll stop by on one of these days with some stuff. " She moved out of the kitchen into the room where her bag was, gathering her things. The rain was light now, so she slipped out the door, on her way home.
Silas Lews Moreau
Posted on May 12 2012, 08:01 PM
Silly? His nickname was 'Silly'. Well, all right then. He supposed he couldn't argue with that, though 'silly' was the last adjective he felt described his general mood of late. "Yes, it's a signal." Silas smiled. "It makes it not as scary, because it's a good thing. People are being saved and coming home." And even though he knew the basic science behind lightning strikes, he couldn't entirely bring himself to disbelieve his Uncle's wild tales, as impossible as they were.
Impossible things kept seeming to exist despite it all. Why not his Uncle's tales, then?
Silas entertained, from time to time, the thought that his Uncle had been a fae--a changeling switched at birth. Maybe Grace had been as well. It was little thoughts like that that kept his spirits up and his heart young.
Was it a long time ago? It felt like longer than it had actually been, and that was saying quite a bit. It was getting harder and harder to remember those days, and that frightened Silas. He couldn't remember the faces of his family as well anymore. His Uncle was clear in his mind, but the features of his brothers and sister had faded. He could smell the oil and metal of his father, and hear the cool rustle of his shirt, but his face...was out of focus, as was his mother's.
Silas didn't want to forget anyone ever. Would this happen to Gideon? To Rupert and Heidi?
No. Silas wouldn't allow that. He would capture as many memories as possible. He would--
He needed a camera.
But his mind was wandering. He focused. "It was, yes." He sighed. "I was born in 1840, and turned in 1886. I remember hearing news about the civil war in this country as it was happening. My life was different then. It was good." He smiled. "I was blessed, really. With the family that I had."
Posted on Apr 26 2012, 07:29 AM
Her rapt attention was like that of a kid much younger than her own age, the frame of mine she was eternally caught in. The Vegetarian Yeti's sounded fearsome, and she instantly decided she never wanted to come up against one of them. But she could imagine the rivers of silver and gold spilling out like sunlight, bright and warm. Not the same as lightning, but...similiar. Enough that she stopped shivering. The girl was glad that Silly's uncle was okay, and even happier that his Uncle helped the people trapped under the rule of the Queen. He sounded like a real hero!
At the end of the tale she set her cup down and clapped, and maybe giggled a little too because that was just her manner. The place he described sounded wonderful, and in a way reminded her of home. All her pretty glass all over, sparkling through the old church window of her small little world.
" So lightning...it's really a signal? I never knew that. It's still scary, but maybe not so much if all that goodness comes from it!." Of course, Deidra being Deidra noticed how when he said human and young. Those two things stuck with her when normally she would have let them float away in favor of the tale.
" Was it a really long time ago Silly? You seem alot different when you talk about it."
Silas Lews Moreau
Posted on Apr 26 2012, 06:54 AM
What do you have to be afraid of?
Silas smiled sadly at her. "There is much that I fear, Deidra, even now." Especially now. "But the thunder in particular? That was when I was a child. Human and so young."
Ah, but the story. Time for the story. The corners of Silas's eyes crinkled, and he smiled warmly. Taking a sip of his tea, he gathered the tale in his mind. He would need to remember to add this one to the book he was writing for Rupert. "My Uncle used to have wild adventures," he said. "He called himself Herbert Dashing Daring-Do, Gentleman Adventurer." Silas winked. "And he was all of those things. He had an airship, you see, that he used for much of his exploration and adventuring, and for particularly daring escapes.
"It was during one of these escapes--fleeing from the Cult of Vegetarian Yeti Bowlers (the kind that play cricket, not the kind here)--that his airship ran into the middle of a fearsome stormcloud. Like the one outside, only so much worse. Lightening everywhere, thunder ringing his ears constantly, winds that threatened to tear his little ship asunder and scatter the pieces across the mountains far below..."
Silas smiled encouragingly. "Well, my Uncle always had a few tricks up his sleeve. He had collected a jar of Radiant Starbeams some time back. It was told that the jar, if opened, would grant the opener an instant and sure escape from whatever peril threatened him." Silas's eyes twinkled. "And it did. Uncle opened the jar, and rivers of silver and gold spilled out, glittering, into the night. They streamed together and, with a flash of starlight, opened a portal into another world. The portal swallowed up the airship, and my Uncle found himself in a strange, strange place..."
Silas went on to tell Deidra about the strange new world--a world of crystal shadows and glass reflections. A world of dreams and wishes unlike anything humans are accustomed to. He told of the people trapped there, and of the wicked demi-goddess who had trapped them there. He told Deidra how his Uncle had outwitted and banished the goddess with the empty starbeam jar, a piece of string, his pocketwatch chain, and his spyglass, thereby freeing the people trapped under her thrall.
"But you see, he had only freed them from the goddess," Silas explained. "They were all still trapped in that terrible world. They weren't from there, you see. They'd all been stolen away from our world. Now, my Uncle had an airship, but his ship was much, much too small to ferry everyone at once! There were hundreds of thousands of people there. My Uncle despaired at first, but not for long! He wasn't the type to give up, oh no."
Silas smiled. Now he was getting to the part with the thunder and lightning. "So what my Uncle did was this. He told them, 'I will cross back over through the portal, and then I will upgrade and give my airship to you. The stardust is caught on the winds, so it will answer to your call. Gather together your people, group by group, and when each group is ready, call the airship, and she will come.
"The signal for the airship," Silas explained, "appears in our world as the flashes of light during a storm--for the stardust remains in storms, you see. When the people call, a storm gathers and lightning signals the airship to come and rescue them. And the thunder that follows? That's just the sound of their boots as they run up the gangplank onto the airship, ready to come home at last."
Posted on Apr 15 2012, 12:20 AM
She shrugged, saying she had no idea if they were open late or not. She usually went there in the morning because she'd start out right away in the early morning treasure hunting and get to trading by noon.
" You were afraid of thunder and lightning? But... what do you have to be afraid of?" She said honestly, in the voice of one who is really just so naive about some things. She didn't believe that a vampire should ever have to be afraid of.
" Oooh, I like stories. When I was really little my mommy used to tell me stories.....but I don't remember much of them now. Anyway, what story did your Uncle used to tell you? I love stories!" Which she did. If she wasn't so brain missing she'd probably have a propensity for collecting and reading stories of all kinds. She sipped her tea, actually being quiet for once so that she could listen to him tell his story.
Silas Lews Moreau
Posted on Apr 13 2012, 03:53 PM
Trade. Barter system. Well, that was frustratingly nebulous. Silas didn't like the idea of paying someone based on a subjective system. He didn't like that at all. He'd have to figure something out that would work for the both of them.
The Prawn Shop sounded like an interesting place. A pawn shop and a cafe in one? That was unique. He'd have to visit it with Gideon sometime. Silas smiled. "That sounds lovely. Are they open late?" If they were open past sundown, that would give him a bit more leeway as to when he could go.
The thunder was making Deidra jumpy. He thought back to some of the things she had said, and figured it made some sense. What to do about it, though?
Silas breathed in the aroma of chai and took a sip before he spoke. "I used to be afraid of thunder and lightning and storms. Enough that I could never sleep when there was a storm. And then, one of those stormy nights, my Uncle told me a story..."
Posted on Apr 12 2012, 12:51 PM
Her schedule was up to her? That wasn't any different than it was now then was it. Most of the time she never slept the same amount of time two night in a row. Or days, depending if she was staying up night. Which suited her just fine, since she couldn't remeber the last time she'd had a normal schedule anyway. It just wasn't something she did, unless it involved going places. And even then she wasn't always regular about those things either.
Silas told her she could start whenever she wasnted, so she already had some nebulous idea floating around in her head. It would make things fun and easy for her! Or she could get tricky. As for pay.....
" I don't know anything about that really. I usually just trade." he shrugged, her face pulled into an expression that just said 'I dunno'. She'd never been all too concerned with those things, because most of the time when she got real money she hid it away at home so she'd have something if she ever needed it.
" The Prawn Shop? It's this little place by the beach. Sort of a cafe and pawn shop all in one. I go there all the time to trade beach stuff and other things I come across. Its easy peazy! And the cove who works there is pretty awesome. As long as the stuff I bring him isn't too beat up and can maybe shine up nice I usually get some good deals. And the food's prety good too. "
It was still raining out, and she could hear the tapping of rain on the house. When a roll of thunder sounded she jumped, but not as badly as before. For the most part it was the lihgtning that really bothered her, and since there were no windows there was no lightning to see. The girl looked around cautiously for a moment then down, sipping her tea. It was good, and helped distract her some.
Silas Lews Moreau
Posted on Apr 11 2012, 06:20 PM
Silas beamed with delight. Well, this afternoon had certainly taken a turn for the better. He'd gone from confronting an armed thief to acquiring a pleasant, interesting freelancer. And maybe even a friend, eventually.
Prawn Shop...now where have I heard that name before? It sounded oddly familiar.
"Brilliant! You can start whenever you like," Silas replied. "Treasure hunt as much or as little as you like, whenever you like. Your schedule is entirely up to you." Freelance work was convenient like that.
Payment was tricky. Silas had never employed a freelancer before. He had no idea what was fair. He'd have to ask around and do a bit of research. "I'm not sure what the best way to pay you is," he admitted. "I'll have to ask around and see what the standard is." If there is one.
Silas wished he could join her on her searches, come to think of it. The idea of hunting through old forgotten shops and finding hidden treasures was...well...thrilling. It reminded him of his Uncle Herbert. "The Prawn Shop?" he asked curiously. "That sounds familiar, but I don't think I've ever been there."
Posted on Apr 11 2012, 12:47 PM
There were three words that caught her attention so fast it was suprising there wasn't smoke coming from her.
Shinies. Treasure hunting.
The girl positively glowed at the idea of being able to go treasure hunting and find things. She's have a legit reason to go all over and look at every sparkly thing, every shiny and odd shaped bit of metal or useful 'junk' people just had hanging around in thier antique shops. There were so many cool things that she could find. And Deidra knew how to tell if something was good for use or just real junk.
" Ohh! Treasure hunting! I'm really good at that. I love it! And I know some really good little shops that aresorta hidden if you don't know where to look. They always have great stuff there, usually broken, but not too bad. And the Prawn Shop always has good stuff. I go there all the time to trade in some of my beach finds!" She was sort of burbling excitedly. This was just the perfect thing for a person like her. Maybe I even have some stuff in my junk box. I'll have to check and see if I can find the one music box. Oh! That and other things.
She was truly excited. Being free to do what she wanted suited her quite well, and she'd take advantage ofevery moment of that.
" When do you want me to starting bringing things? I know of a few places that have some broken shinies that might still be hanging around and have all kinds of little itty bitty clockwork insides!"
Silas Lews Moreau
Posted on Apr 10 2012, 02:12 AM
Silas smiled then: a true, bright, delighted smile. She had accepted, and not with just suspicious, cautious acquiescence, but with enthusiasm.
"Brilliant!" he said. His delight glowed in his voice. "If you'd ever like to learn how to make watches and clocks, let me know, and we can see if you like that. Otherwise, there's several things you could do, and you could pick and choose between them depending on what you feel like doing that day."
Freedom. Silas had a sense she would like that idea.
"All of those creations in my shops that aren't timepieces are actually my side hobbies. I like to make things--whimsical little things--with the spare parts that aren't fit for timekeeping. If you want to try building something, I can help you with that," he offered.
He thought this next option would play to her strengths a little more. "You seem to have a penchant for finding 'shinies', though." His eyes twinkled kindly. "So you could also do some treasure-hunting for me if you like. There are a lot of people who don't know the value of the antiques they have. Timepieces in particular. So pawn shops and antique stores often have pocketwatches and old clocks for rather cheap. Underappreciated, unloved, and in need of repair. I have too much going on at the shop to scout for them, but you could find them. When you do, get the price, let me know, and I'll give you the funds to purchase them. I'll fix them up."
Silas smiled. "If either of those options sounds interesting, we can work out your wages."