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 Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 6:26 pm
*Jor shakes his head*
No...it's only passable to Voidmages and Voidic creatures...I've had it, so I'm immune....ma and da can fix it, though....there's an imbalance in his Voidic makeup...and that's in addition to the fever, nausea, and blockage of his power...and
*Suddenly, Kero pipes up*
You know, I am right here...and I am not on my deathbed...vashintran schlamos....did you think I was deaf?
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 6:30 pm
"Well.. at least he's swearing again... that's what got my attention in the first place... and it made me look at him harder... He can't be too bad off... oh... here's the parental groups now...."
A gust of wind followed by a slow warming glow slips into the room, followed by a tiny black shadow, which makes it's self comfortable by th edge of the dresser, staying out of the way and hopefully out of sight.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 6:32 pm
*Kero is swearing a blue streak at this point, trying to move around...and being held down by Jor*
Let me go!!!!! *Let's loose with a torrent of curses....even in ancient japanese....that makes Lyssan cringe....her ears are rapidly turning red from the heat...*
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 6:44 pm
"Actually... he's getting worse..." says the ancient wind god. He looks at Jor and shakes hs head. "To work this correctly we need a balancing of forces... there's three of us... two of you if you include Mr. Potty mouth here..." he says pointing to Kerobian.... "You need a third... he looks around and his eyes fall on Passura. They linger for a time as he purses his lips. "Not exactly voidic..."
"But not creation either..." says his mate. "Do you think..."
"It will leave him marked....."
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 6:47 pm
*Kero growls catch them both by surprise*
You keep your hands, all of you, off my son!!!! So help me, if one of you touches him, marks him, or does anything of that nature, you will meet your end in my belly....yes, master...even YOU. Get Rhea....she's as Voidic as I am....and leave my son alone....you (Waxes eloquent about their ancestry, implying conjugal relations on all their parts with such varied species as snails and sharks)
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 6:53 pm
Lyssan nods in agreement. "No one touches the boy and that's final. Kerobian and I are adamant in that he chooses his own path. Jor... send for Rhea... and Pasa... I know you are worried, child, but I want you to go next door. Tell that son in law of mind to get over here... we need someone to watch over us and Tam needs to stay with the babies, got it?"
Passura nods frantically and darts from the room, but not without a quick look back at the door. "Get well, mes'sirrah..." he calls... and then he is gone.
A short time later Bezernia appears, looking concerned. "The brat says you wanted me, Ly."
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 7:15 pm
*Kero's eyes glow red*
Don't you dare call my son a brat!!!!
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 7:20 pm
Bez steps back. "Sorry.... didn't mean anything by it..." he mumbles giving Lyssan a surprised look.
Lyssan motions for him to keep quiet and to stand just off to one side, out of the way but ready if they need something. Then she turns to Jor and frowns. "Well, where's Rhea? We need here here."
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 7:22 pm
*Jor rolls his eyes*
She's lecturing one of her kids....three guesses which one....she'll be along shortly....how've you been, ma...da? What about you, Ly? Spiked anyone's tea with Cayenne lately?
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 7:31 pm
Lyssan sniffs haughtily at him. "I'm above that now... it's much more fun to grind up savina's and use them... gives things a bit more spice..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 7:32 pm
*Jor rolls his eyes*
Yeah, Yeah....Mrs. Glue my books together....
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 7:36 pm
Lyssan glares at him. "You glued MY books together... as well as my underwear... and Dad's quiver....oooops...."
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 7:38 pm
*Jor rears back his head*
I...I...I did no such thing....I w...w..wou..would n..n...never glue...d...da's...q..qu...qu...quiver together....
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 7:42 pm
Lyssan chews on his lip and sighs... "Busted..." Then he grins wickedly. "But then your apprentice started all this... why is it that every time the four of us get together it turns into a tattle fest?" He looks at his mother and shakes his head. "Something about the two of ye just makes us want to tattle on the other... why?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 7:46 pm
*Jor laughs*
Because we're twins...that's why....
*Suddenly Kero pipes up*
Tattling...you mean, like telling yer parents that it was ye two who put a rip in yer ma's mirror when ye were little, then tried to glue it together again?
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