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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jan 25, 2012 23:44:10 GMT -5
Addison needs a good, thick pair of falconry gloves. Has he looked at those talons?
Distrustfully, the animal hops onto Addison's arm, trying to be careful not to cut him, but accidents do happen.
It looks up at him and then pointedly over at the moon, still visible through the window, full and fell.
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Post by Mirage on Jan 26, 2012 0:08:39 GMT -5
Accidents happen, and those sharp talons do cut through jacket, shirt and skin. Addison can feel trickles of blood running down his arm, and he winces, but he does not jerk away.
He follows Lynn's (for he's sure now it is her) glance at the moon. So. Rather like the werewolf, but a dinosaur. Dinobot. Does she remember, too? Or is he wrong?
"I'm sorry," he murmurs, reaching his other hand around to try and stroke her feathered head. "I never thought...."
Unless she protest in some manner, Addison will carry her over to the one chair that is still serviceable as such. He'll also snag a couch cushion to put in his lap, so that she can move off his now-throbbing arm.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jan 26, 2012 0:16:09 GMT -5
Thinking is hard right now, harder than it has ever been. She makes a kreeling noise when he strokes her head, her feathers laying down flat. She hops down to the cushion and looks at his injured arm, staring at it somewhat blankly.
This means something, but remembering what is a struggle. She makes a little distressed whining noise and tries to lick the injury - not the most sanitary thing, but understanding the transmission of disease is hard with the moon holding her tight in its sway.
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Post by Mirage on Jan 26, 2012 23:04:00 GMT -5
"Shh shh shh," Addison soothes as he moves his arm out of her reach. He tries to stroke her head again and continues, "I'll be fine. I'll bandage it in a moment."
Doing so will mean setting Lynn down, and he isn't quite prepared to do that yet. This, all of it, is rather overwhelming.
Mirage is not a robot who admits to fear often. Right now, though, he is a human, flesh and blood instead of metal and oil, and the trickling wounds on his arm remind him of just how frail his is now.
"What do I do now?" he wonders aloud.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jan 26, 2012 23:21:44 GMT -5
Lynn struggles to grasp the concept of a bandage but finally wrestles her head around it. She settles herself down on the pillow and curls into a tight ball, before restively uncurling to look at the moon.
The thought hits her that Addison does not taste like a human.
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Post by Mirage on Jan 27, 2012 1:08:22 GMT -5
Skip, skip, skip to my lou!
At some point during the evening, Addison does get up, strip off his jacket and shirt, and wash and bandage the cuts made by Lynn's talons. He's loathe to be too far from her right now, and she seems to feel the same, given how she follows him about. Eventually, Addison decides he must try to sleep, and when Lynn curls up next to him, he pulls a blanket up over her, just as he did when he used to tuck her in.
Day comes eventually. Addison rolls over, wincing at the pain in his arm. He looks down at his sister sleeping atop the covers next to him, human again. If his arm wasn't killing him, he'd think the previous night was a dream.
"I am going to have to give Housekeeping one hell of a tip," he mutters, running his fingers through his hair.
posing w/ permission, yadda yadda
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jan 27, 2012 14:02:40 GMT -5
"Oh, me sorry!" Lynn says immediately when she wakes, but what she thinks is, Him Addison weak.
Where did that thought come from?
"So, uhm, you Addison not human, either?" she asks, both nervous and hopeful.
He did not taste right for a human.
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Post by Mirage on Jan 28, 2012 0:38:55 GMT -5
Addison stiffens slightly at Lynn's question. Technically, he is human. But he's also a giant alien robot. He's also fairly sure that Lynn is a not-so-giant alien robot, but he doesn't know if she knows that, or if she's just referring to her shapeshifting ability.
This is so confusing.
He doesn't answer immediately, instead rolling out of bed, grabbing a pair of light workout pants and slipping into them. He's not shy about his body, but he's pretty sure his sister shouldn't see him running about in his underwear too often.
Shirtless, however, is fine.
Flopping back down on the bed next to Lynn, he finally says, "As far as I know, I am made of human flesh and blood." A true enough statement.
"Why?"
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jan 28, 2012 0:52:39 GMT -5
"You Addison no taste right for human," Lynn says, matter-of-fact.
She stays under the blanket. She feels very, very tired and drained.
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Post by Mirage on Jan 28, 2012 1:50:48 GMT -5
Addison stares at Lynn for a moment. Finally, he shakes his head and says, "I'm not sure I want to know just how you know I don't taste right for a human." Please don't tell him she bit the room service boy, and that's how the prime rib wound up on the ceiling.
"We'll explore that oddity later. I'm more worried about you right now."
He reaches across the bed and snags his phone. "I'm going to call out today." Before he dials, he looks down at Lynn, and places a hand on her shoulder if allowed. His expression is full of concern and tenderness. Addison suddenly realizes that regardless of who or what exactly he is or who or what exactly she is, the feelings of love he has for his sister are very, very real. So long as he lives this life, he will take care of her.
"Nothing's changed, Sis. I love you. No matter what."
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jan 28, 2012 10:57:20 GMT -5
They're in a hotel room. It is a very nice hotel room, and it is has been cleaned well, but it is a hotel room.
There have a been a lot of humans here, and dust is mostly shed dead human skin.
Actually, Addison probably doesn't want to hear that, either.
He's being evasive, though, and considering who and what Lynn is, that makes her... want to catch him. If it runs, catch it. She allows the hand on her shoulder and snorts, "'kay. Gonna assume you Addison leanan sídhe until further notice, then."
Then Lynn has a funny moment where she thinks about how she hates car robots.. Just... what? "Yes, me love you, too, and smash anyone who..." She pauses and frowns.
Smash?
OOC: She is joking here, of course, about the leanan sídhe, mostly because I thought that was somewhat more flattering than making an incubus crack. I can easily change her to be making a crack about a different kind of mythical creature, though, if you would prefer.
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Post by Mirage on Jan 28, 2012 13:04:06 GMT -5
Smash?
Addison raises an eyebrow. His lips part and for a moment he looks as if he will ask a question. He decides against it, however, and makes his call. After several minutes of heated back and forth with the person on the other line, he sets the phone down.
"There. I'm yours for the day."
He tries to ruffle her hair. "The leanan are typically female, dear." Grinning, he continues, "Although Nana did used to tell stories about how our line was descended from one. Utter rubbish, of course. There's no such thing."
"Would you like to rest in here, or should I carry you to your room?
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jan 28, 2012 13:26:42 GMT -5
"Fine, you gancanagh instead," Lynn says, rolling her eyes. At his insistence that this is utter rubbish, she snorts and observes, "Right, and there no such thing as weredinosaur."
Really, she wouldn't believe it herself if it was not for... well, the devastation that she left.
"Uhm, you Addison go in other room and let me Lynn change. Into clothes. Not a dinosaur."
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Post by Mirage on Jan 28, 2012 16:02:19 GMT -5
Addison's lips purse in a frown. He can tell this is going to be a running gag with Lynn now. Guess the Lineage! Discomfit the Aristocrat! Win Fabulous Prizes!
He laughs softly. "Let me go grab you some clothes out of your room." That way, she isn't running around in one of his shirts or some such.
It may be assumed that Addison does just that, and is cleaning off the ceiling when Lynn comes out.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jan 28, 2012 17:12:15 GMT -5
Yes, Lynn is indeed going to harass Addison about being different mythical creatures at every opportunity. That is what little sisters are for.
She emerges, properly clothed, and she says hesitantly, "It hard to think while dinosaur. Not know how control it. Maybe just stay away from moon."
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