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Post by Violet Macar on Jan 19, 2018 23:27:31 GMT -7
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Dear, dear, dear-dear-dear -- Greenie really was forgetful, wasn't she? It had been just days since they'd spent time at Violet's, days since the long walk back to the hospital, days since Violet had asked Green to be her new assistant. Yes, Kiku had been a much easier thing to remember, but Violet was a tad hurt that the walking mer-girl had swept aside her promises so easily. So hurt in fact that her lips curved into a pout, her shoulders sagged, and she looked as though she had completely deflated.
"Did you really forget, Greenie girl? You know... About the you know?" Violet waved her napkin haphazardly, as if that could possibly ring a bell for Green. When that didn't work: "The thing you were going to help me with?"
Post by Acacia-Black on Jan 20, 2018 16:37:10 GMT -7
Red was a curious girl. As soon as she mentioned that she had been an orphan in Dirys, Black held back a snarl. No doubt she had come from one of the lesser sectors. And yet, the master had saved her. It was difficult to simply accept her as his new sister yet, but her story offered something he could perhaps relate to her about. They were both prisoners of Dirys, freed from their chains and offered a new home.
For a moment, Black wondered if the smile he could feel crawling across his face was Zechariah's doing. No, Zechariah would have pitied her, and then decide to bring her back to Dirys. Find her a "proper" home, as if this was not enough. It was then that Black realized that he was smiling because he was truly happy for her. Perhaps he had misjudged her. Perhaps she deserved a chance, for him to call her family just as she did for him and Green.
And she was certainly clever, turning the questions back towards Violet, who had been playing with a potato that she had plucked into her mouth. How could she have possibly been capable enough to enter into the master's good graces with such hideous manners? Unfortunately, while Black's expectations were already quite low, there was still one thing no one - save perhaps for the master - could have anticipated about Violet.
She. Could. Not. Shut. Up.
She almost seemed to take pride in having the absolute worst aspects of both her parents. Her mother had been a compulsive liar, and Violet took that fact in stride. Black gripped one hand with the other, holding himself back from simply throttling her outright.
Without missing a beat, Violet turned the questions back again, this time on Green. She was prodding her to ask the master, apparently for permission to help Violet with something. Violet had placed the burden on Green to ask, but she was acting it was their own personal little secret. A decision that they had made behind the master's back. Violet seemed only interested in asking for the master's permission as nothing more than a professional courtesy, rather than she should have done in the first place before deciding for herself that Green was going to help her no matter what.
That was not her call to make. And yet, it was not like Black could simply tell her that. Black took in a deep breath, and simply raised an eyebrow. "Please, Miss Violet. Couldn't you simply tell us what you two are talking about?"
If Green were to answer, the master was sure to punish her for defying his orders. Black needed to turn the attention back onto Violet. Violet was so happy to rattle her mouth of to Red but a moment ago, but now she was playing coy. What could this woman possibly need help with?
Post by Thomas Dunn on Apr 23, 2018 14:18:33 GMT -7
It had been a good while since Tom had spent any amount of time speaking with Violet. He was usually able to shut her up with distractions that were carnal in nature, and such a thing was typically an easy option for their private rendezvous. Here at this... "Family" dinner table was a different beast altogether. So, he ground his teeth and allowed her to natter on, trying to block out the nasal of her voice as well he could.
There was a part of him that wanted to pay attention, of course. She could slip up and say something secretive, and he could catch it. Despite knowing this, he could not bring himself to focus. Red2 would have to do it for him. She would need to do what he asked.
He brought his attentions to wine, deciding Violet could not have tainted the sealed bottle with her ineptitude for cooking, and spent a few blessed, distracted moments savouring the taste. He only perked up his attention when Green spoke, a new voice finally breaking the droll of Violet.
His once-prized daughter spoke something of not knowing what Violet was on about, and in response the accursed reporter alluded to exactly what Tom wanted to know: Why Green had been late. Why Green had been broken. What Violet had done with her.
Black insisted Violet tell them, and Tom took a sip of wine before nodding into the silence: "Yes, Violet. I'm afraid to say Green and I have been incredibly busy with patients these last two days. Whatever it is must have slipped her mind. Please do right this confusion for us."
Post by Violet Macar on Apr 24, 2018 19:24:28 GMT -7
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Everyone was piling on, and Violet was never a fan of being the center of attention. Well, no, that wasn't very true. She was perfectly fine being the center of attention. It was more that this particular attention wasn't as appealing as others. Zechariah seemed insistent, Tom was firm, Green was flippant and Scarlet was frightfully quiet. In a way, Violet felt like she was being interrogated. That was not the purpose of this dinner!
"Hm," She hummed a bit and tapped her lip somewhat pensively to buy time. As she looked between the strange little family she finally realized what was going on:
Tom was being run ragged with all of these little scamps and his patients. Green was feeling guilty. She wasn't going to ask him for permission to spend more time away, and risk bringing more fish crepes to poor Tommy's plate. It would be downright sweet if it weren't so sad. Teenagers deserved to live their youth. Green was already a dull adult being saddled with work and family commitments. But it wasn't Violet's place to push those buttons, no matter how badly she wanted to. At least, maybe not at the dinner table.
"Well, if Greenie insists on being coy!" Violet smiled, giving Green a wink, "I wanted her to come along on a shopping trip with me, to help me pick out a special gift-- and she insisted she needed to first ask for permission! I thought it was silly, but... Now I realize how busy you both are. I can dig it."
Barely could the freckle-dappled girl keep up with the frenzied, jittering thoughts of her family and Violet, but now she had to work quickly: to hide her abilities, to stop Green saying something that would incriminate Papa; to stop Violet from realizing that Green’s memory had been wiped.
Any moment she could make a critical mistake.
The cogs of the mechanism of her mind stuck.
Know what she knows.
– little something you wanted to ask – long walk back to the hospital – Green wanted to go to Aissic – asked Green to be her new assistant – Kiku had been a much easier thing to remember – never turn down a piece of eye candy, and Kikuriku was a hoot-and-a-half on top of being a super-delicious-extremely-lickable hunk of dude –
Red wasn’t sure she entirely understood that last bit.
"Well, if Greenie insists on being coy!"
The girl blinked back to reality.
Violet was gabbing on, as usual; Papa looked relaxed, wine at his lips, but his aura was hard and beet-red, suspicious and alert; her brother seemed… annoyed, almost, although his emotions were interestingly hard to pin down; and her sister plainly had not a single clue what was going on.
And none of them knew what Red knew. Violet and her sister’s talk, the job offer, Papa wiping clean the fuzzy slate of her sister’s memories…
What would Papa want her to do?
She could pull Green aside, remind her what she’d ‘forgotten’, to save face… but Papa wouldn’t want her to leave, so he probably wouldn’t want her reminded of their hatching plan.
The redhead shoved a raw bit of broccoli into a freckled cheek; giving herself a reason for silence.
She could ask Violet to take her to the bathroom, make up some elaborate story about Green’s second thoughts, preferring to save herself from their father’s wrath by not even telling him about the exchange…. Build another story Green couldn’t corroborate. Another story that left Papa farther in the dark, farther at a disadvantage.
Her little borrowed heart pitter-pattered wildly under a heaving chest.
She needed help.
Cerulean eyes scanned the table; first Papa, next to her… but she couldn’t take him away, else Violet’s silver tongue would get too much information out of Green. And her sister – what help could she be with no memories?
Twin pools rested on her dark, somber brother, and with the most subtle of slips, her elbow happened to launch into her juice, which happened to whack the hefty glass onto it’s side, a peach wave of liquid splashing into Black’s lap in perfect synch with the clang of cup meeting table.
He was drenched.
With a fantastic gasp, the child rose from her chair in one frantic motion, hands clapping to her lips.
The chair almost seemed to slow in the air before crashing to the ground, followed by the distant clatter of her silverware.
“’Ri – ‘Ri – ‘Riah, I’m so so so sorry, I’ll help clean you up, promise! It was a mistake!”
She was the image of a reprimanded child; her cheeks rivaled the crimson of her hair, eyes wide and beguiling. Red rushed to her brother’s side, the doting baby sister, and clasped his hand with both of hers, tugging him to the kitchen.
“We’ll be right back, you won’t even miss us!”
And as they exited the room, little Red was whispering hushed sorry, sorry, sorry’s.
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Post by Acacia-Green on Apr 30, 2018 14:52:59 GMT -7
When Violet frowned and looked downright upset at Green's words, she immediately wanted to take them back and pretend that she definitely did want to ask Father something and she definitely knew what Violet was talking about, because there was nothing, absolutely nothing in this world she hated more than to feel like a disappointment or like she had failed. Right now, it looked like she had disappointed Violet greatly, and it made her heart squeeze uncomfortably in her chest as she looked between the woman and Father, wondering what she could do that would make both of them equally happy, though she had a feeling that Violet, being Violet, wanted something from her that would make Father very unhappy. She just wished she knew what it was!
She tried to wrack her brain to think of what it was she was forgetting, as Violet seemed quite sure she had agreed to do something or help her with something or... something. But she couldn't, and the idea that she had forgotten something so seemingly important was distressing her greatly. Her hands wrung together in her lap as she tried to keep the rising panic from showing on her face, and just when she felt like she was going to have to outright tell Violet she couldn't remember and how very sorry she was for that, Black spoke up and asked if Violet could simply tell them what she was talking about. Green's eyes turned to him with immense gratitude, and then a moment later Father himself spoke up and said they had been busy with patients and that must have been why Green couldn't remember whatever request it was that Violet was referring to.
Yes.. busy with patients.. that must have been in, right? That must be why she couldn't remember. A totally normal reason to forget something, really, except that Green was very, very meticulous. She could remember entire books that she had read, word for word. Was Father defending her to Violet? Lying so that Green could save face? She was grateful for it, but also deeply shamed that such a thing needed to happen at all.
Violet smiled at her when she spoke next, which might mean that she wasn't quite as disappointed as Green feared she was, and finally admitted that she'd asked if Green could come on a shopping trip to pick out a gift of some sort, but after hearing how busy they all were that it was unnecessary. Green felt... relieved, a bit, but the shame burrowed deeper as even the reminder did not stir up the memory of her request. The mention of a gift sounded familiar, almost, but she couldn't grasp it.
"I'm sorry, I--" Suddenly Red, her new sister, knocked over a cup and sent juice pouring into Black's lap. Green had already started to stand, wanting to clean, wanting to help, when Red grabbed Black's hands and started dragging him towards the kitchen, still tittering away. Green lowered herself back into the chair but looked to Father imploringly - did she have permission to go check on them or should she stay here? Should she clean the mess left at the table? She was eager for an escape from the conversation, to be honest, and cleaning always did calm her nerves, but would Father allow it?
Post by Thomas Dunn on Apr 30, 2018 15:56:22 GMT -7
Violet was lying, Tom knew that much. He knew that much, and not a mite more, and he hated it. There was something about the situation that was not unlike a jigsaw puzzle, missing the most important piece. The keystone. Tom knew that he needed that piece if he were going to solve the mystery of what Green had gotten up to, which meant he was thinking.
He was thinking, while Red2 was acting.
The moment took him by as much shock as it likely took Violet, or Green, or even Black - none of whom knew much about the ways of his latest attempt at perfection - by surprise. It was calculated, he was certain of that much in the moments following, but it also seemed improvised. Too improvised. He took to his feet along with Green, who lowered herself back down, and towered over the table as Red2 scurried away with his unfinished Black. She had bought him a moment. A shift in attention.
He could use that.
"Scarlet--" He started, just in time for the door to shut behind the two, and for his reprimand to fall upon deaf ears. He stopped with a sigh, and then moved over to Zechariah's side of the table, napkin in-hand. His movements here were just as calculated as he hoped Red2's had been. Green would have felt relaxed at cleaning this mess, but he did not want her relaxed. His cleaning of this mess was another part of her punishment. To Violet, it just made him appear - quite simply - kind. "Perhaps this is a little too stressful for her," He meandered, casually blotting at the stain in a way that he knew was incorrect, just to bother his Green, "Her first time meeting Green... Zechariah... And you, Vi."
He met Violet's gaze and left the mess to slide over to her, leaving the soaking napkin in a pile to bleed right back through the tablecloth. He offered his hand, which Violet took, and gently circled his thumb over the bridge where her thumb, and index finger met, smiling vaguely as he heard the slow intake of breath from her. "Thank you, Violet. The thought of tonight was a brilliant one. For this evening, however-- Perhaps we end it here? And if you'd let me return you home--"
Post by Violet Macar on Apr 30, 2018 16:06:39 GMT -7
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"Deal!" Violet's answer came all too quickly, and for all of the reasons Tom wasn't considering. Violet had made the decision about the evening before he'd even offered it, in the moment that Scarlet had made her mess and scurried away with the young man she considered her brother. She had made it before that, even. Back when she thought of how silly it was that Green was stuck with so much adult work for Tom's sake. Before that she had thought of it, because getting Tom away from the three of them could give the trio an opportunity to get into mischief.
And Violet loved mischief.
It was a sure thing that neither Green nor Zechariah were the most mischievous, but they had a new little one who could cause plenty of trouble and sitcom-inspired hijinks (the juice would not be the last of it, Violet hoped), which might lead them into some inventive fun while Tom was taking the long trek from Violet's and back. It was perfect.
Tom on the other hand, likely didn't ascribe much reason to Violet's answer. He likely thought she was just horny, which - to be fair - was also somewhat true.
"I'll grab my coat, pop by the powder room, and meet you out front," She spoke as she used his hand to get up from the chair, and then kissed him on the cheek, "Kay?"
Before he could respond, she turned on her heel to make a round on the table, pausing at Green's spot and hugging the girl awkwardly from behind. "Take a break, Greenie girl," She whispered, giving Green a kiss on the cheek as well, before traipsing off to wherever she had left her coat. It would be a while before she found it, knowing how adept she was at putting things in places they didn't belong.
And while she was out of the room, Tom gave Green one of his toothy smiles.
Post by Acacia-Green on Apr 30, 2018 17:01:59 GMT -7
Father moved over to the mess and began to blot at it with a napkin, though in reality he was mostly spreading the mess around. Father was a very smart man - Green knew he was doing this on purpose. Her hands made fists in the fabric of her skirt, anxiously bunching the fabric while she held herself back from saying or doing anything more. Father was punishing her. For not knowing what Violet was talking about? Or for something different? She didn't know, but she knew what it felt like to be punished. He spoke but not to Green, of course not to Green if he was punishing her, but rather to Violet. Then he left the wet napkin on the tablecloth in order to go to Violet. He spoke so gently to her, so kindly, and he took her hand. Green couldn't dampen the crush of jealousy this inspired in her, but again she held herself back. She was good at being still, being silent, being a Good Daughter.
But she wasn't a Good Daughter, was she? If she was, Father wouldn't be punishing her. If she was she would remember what Violet wanted her to ask about. Rather, if she was a Good Daughter she would have told Violet to speak to Father instead of being sneaky about it. That must be why Father as punishing her. She had gone behind his back, and though she didn't remember doing so that would not be a good enough excuse.
Violet stood from her chair and kissed Father on the cheek, and again she felt a flash of.. maybe possessiveness. Violet was everything Father didn't like - loud, uncouth, impulsive.. the opposite of what he wanted Green to be - and yet he allowed her to be like that when even the smallest step out of line was met with punishment for Green. Why was Violet so special? Was it just because he wanted the best from his Daughter? But then... Red was his daughter now too, and she had just spilled the drink. Would she be punished for it too? Maybe that was why Father was trying to get Violet to leave now. Once she was gone and it was just them, he could punish them all for their disobedience.
Violet came around to Green's side of the table and once behind her reached around for a hug. It wasn't something someone had ever done before, but yet she felt the memory of a hand running down her back, someone taking her hands in theirs.. "Take a break, Greenie girl." Violet kissed her cheek and her hand went to the spot, fingers brushing against it as she tried to hold onto the memory she'd just had and pull it back into focus. Someone rubbing her back reassuringly, taking her hands in theirs... She couldn't find it again. Giving up, she focused back on the table and her eyes caught sight of Father, watching her with a smile. She loved Father, but the sight gave her chills.
"Father I'm sorry, I don't know what Violet was talking about, she explained, hoping to lessen the punishment. "Please, I don't..."
Post by Thomas Dunn on Apr 30, 2018 17:34:23 GMT -7
Once Violet was gone (and while Red2 and Black were still occupied), Green began trying to explain herself away. It was clear that his changes to her implant were effective, as Green struggled over herself to solve her own puzzle, the puzzle of her memory. She could not make out that evening she was so late for curfew. That night he was still punishing her for. Still... He wasn't satisfied. Not yet.
As she spoke, Tom moved to the chair next to her, turning it to face Green's side before sitting. He positioned himself with elbows on his knees, a stooped back, and an angled head so that - in a certain way - he was looking up at her, into her eyes. It was an almost encouraging posture, if it weren't for the man filling it. "You don't what, Green?" His voice was just a decibel above a whisper, "You can tell me. You can tell your father anything."
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