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Tweak says, "I want a Scooby snack!"

Zosimus (i_will_survive) wrote in nosuchtimes,
@ 2008-10-12 09:40:00

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irei arakaki, sascha connolly, zosimus

Sunday, October 7, 2007; Sascha, Irei, Zosimus
Who: Sascha (and Sweeney), Irei, Zosimus
Where: The Sascha/Irei home and outside
When: Day, Sunday, October 7, 2007
What: Zosimus is going to attempt to teach Irei to shoot arrows and, maybe, learn something in return!

Saturday night had been a hard one to fall asleep to. Just knowing that when he woke up he'd be off to see his favorite people made Zosimus far too excited to sleep. Well, at first anyway. After a while he grew exhausted from being so excited and passed out in to a child-like slumber. He dreamed but, upon waking, couldn't remember what about. It didn't bother the boy, he was romping around the compound since the moment his eyes opened when the sun came streaming through the tree tops. Several of his fell centaurs found it humorous and quite nice to see their little foal filled with so much energy. Zosimus sprang to his hooves in an almost comical fashion. "What's for breakfast?" he asked while running over to a few who had settled around a fire with dishes and food on them. He sat and ate, trying to be as polite as he could, before thanking the cooks and fleeing back to his bed.

For a moment he whined to himself because he couldn't find his map. He checked everywhere but the last place he had put it--inside his quiver. Looking inside, Zosimus grinned when he saw it curled up among the dull arrows he'd made himself. Everything in order, he strapped the leather over one shoulder and under the opposing arm before wiggling to get it comfortable. Okay. He had to pause in his rush to make sure he had everything before shouting his goodbyes. The centaurs watched him leave, some shaking their heads and others chuckling. The boy liked to think there was an odd array of personalities he lived with.

Ten minutes later, after galloping around trees and across the backyards of the bungalows, Zosimus came up upon the house he was looking for. A grin plastered to his face, smattering of freckles high on his cheeks, the brunette charged the building. Since meeting the men, and dog, as well as other persons, Sims had become quite a forward boy. He was not nearly as shy as he had been that first day upon meeting Sascha, that was for sure.

"Sascha!" he called from the base of the steps. "Irei! Sweeney-wolf!" Zosimus's hooves made circular shapes in the sand as he shuffled around, unable to remain still.

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iseedeadpeople
2008-10-16 04:39 pm UTC (link)

Irei sat out on the back porch, facing the lake with his leg hanging out of the hammock. He was swinging gently and lazily laying back in the piece of hanging furniture. That morning he had been nursing a headache and was hoping some of the fresh air would help. The pounding had lessened and was now just a dull ache in the back of his head.

He opened his eyes slowly. He had gotten a blessed few hours of sleep on the back porch and the throw-turned-blanket. The days were getting colder. Irei hated the cold. It had been an odd choice for him to move from warm tropical weather to frigid New York, but he had had that inane hope that he would eventually find his grandmother’s family. It didn’t happen.

Suddenly a child’s voiced called out loudly and shocked Irei enough that he sat up too quickly causing the hammock to tip over, and he fell into a heap onto the wooden floor. Irei pulled the throw off of his head and got up slowly, dusting off his pants. He rubbed his head again and walked back inside the bungalow.

“What is going on? Who is it that is yelling so loudly?” Irei’s head was bothering him too much to register that it was the little centaur he had met a few days ago. He walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water and found the headache pills he had acquired a while back ago. The medicine bottle was almost empty. He’d have to go to the medical pavilion again.

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i_will_survive
2008-10-18 08:01 am UTC (link)

Front two hooves stepping on the lower stair, Zosimus looked up at the home as he heard a thud. He frowned, a eyes wide as he wondered what had happened. He hoped he hadn't caused it, whatever it was. "Irei? Sascha?" Brown hair curtained the boy's forehead as he leaned on his right hip, tilting his head to try and see in the house. He could not. When he finally heard words, however, he smiled again. Silly Irei must have forgot what day it was!

Zosimus helped himself to a few stairs before standing outside the front door. "It's me! Zosimus!" he called into the house, horse legs leading him toward the nearest window. Fingers resting on the sill, he sighed when he saw no one. "Are you awake?" The lad would feel terrible if he had woken the man, he hadn't thought it was THAT early. Perhaps he should have been a little more patient? But, oh, he was so excited! How did anyone expect him to be patient?

"I'm sorry if I got you up," said the centaur as he moved from one window to another. This time he found Irei in the kitchen--not that he knew what a kitchen was. Herds did not have houses and they certainl did not have kitchens. Zosimus was rather fascinated of the little area. He'd never seen inside a house before!

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Sascha (& Sweeney!), Irei and Zosimus (posting order, yes?)

bohemiarhapsody
2008-10-20 07:52 pm UTC (link)

Sascha wasn't terribly accustomed to the sound of hoofbeats on his patio (or anywhere, really), and the heavy thumpTHUMP thumpTHUMP was enough to rouse him from his light slumber. He'd been drifting in and out of sleep for the past hour or so, but given the fact that it was Sunday and he had no actual obligations over the weekend, he'd stubbornly refused to move from his bed.

Sweeney had definitely heard the sound, though, and she'd been on her feet before the boy had even ascended the stairs. Oh yes, she recognized that high-pitched voice, and her ears perked up excitedly as she whined and pawed at Sascha's closed bedroom door.

Sascha rolled out of bed with a groan, yawning and raking a hand through his disheveled hair as he opened the door for the antsy little canine and made his way into the kitchen. Sweeney had bolted ahead of him, practically plowing into Irei as she propped her paws up on the edge of the sink and gave a happy bark of greeting toward the window, and Zosimus' smiling face beyond it.

It took a few moments for Sascha to process the fact that the little centaur was standing on their front patio, and he offered up a sleepy smile and a wave. "Well, whaddya know? Looks like my favorite guy decided to drop in for breakfast. You hungry, Zosimus?"

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OOC: I'm sorry this took so freaken long! O.o; I fail ;-;

iseedeadpeople
2008-10-22 11:09 pm UTC (link)

Irei narrowed his eyes at the dog that had nearly knocked his feet out from under him. That devil dog of Sascha's. "You better be careful you brat, or I will not feed you anymore. You will have to eat whatever your 'daddy' comes up with."

He took the pills and looked back to where Sascha stood at the window with Zosimus peeking his head inside. Irei rubbed his temple lightly as he made his way over toward them. "Sascha, can you control your demon dog? That had better not been something you encouraged her to do." He eyed his friend, but managed a smile when he looked at Zosimus.

"Hello again. Are we heading out already?" He looked at Sascha again and leaned against the window sill. "Zosimus is going to teach me how to shoot an arrow." He nudged his friend. "I told you how his arrow came through our window, ne? I also told him that you and your bulldozer of a dog would like to come and play as well."

Irei smiled a little. The meds were starting to have the desired effect, and made his headache slowly disappear. "So where are we going to practice shooting? Not at the house, I assume, ne?"

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OOC: I still love you~

i_will_survive
2008-10-22 11:50 pm UTC (link)

These men were the best and Zosimus decided that he wanted to grow up to be just like them. While sometimes things they said when over his head, he got the gist of conversations. At the moment he was laughing because he found Irei funny. Sweeney was no longer scary, but a source of entertainment that the boy could play with or even rough house with and probably not injure the creature. She was sweet to. Sweet Sweeney-Wolf.

"Sascha, you don't tell Sweeney-Wolf to trip Irei, do you?" asked the boy before his eyes began to sparkle. More food? Lately the other centaurs had noticed that Zosimus was beginning to eat more and more with the passing days. Not much more, but enough that he would eat bits of the left overs or find snacks. He didn't notice the change in his habits, only the fact that he was hungry. Attributing this to the fact that he was a growing boy, his foster herd fed him what they could.

"I'd like breakfast, please." Sims smiled at Sascha while putting his fingers on the window sill. He looked to Irei with his stormy eyes, a smile still on his face. "Not inside!" he giggled. "We can go out back! Irei, do you have a bow?" It would prove to be quite difficult to use the one that fit Zosimus's arm length when Irei's was possibly a foot or so longer.

So it seemed as if the plan had now become eat, then go. That was fine with the centaur as he didn't care what they did. He just liked spending time with his friends.

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I pwomise I won't be bad again. No more waiting. <333

bohemiarhapsody
2008-10-28 05:42 pm UTC (link)

Sascha merely grinned at the child's innocent question, patting Irei's shoulder as he moved past the necromancer to lean his hip against the sink beside the enthusiastic Sweeney. "Never without reason, Zosimus. Never without reason." He propped his elbows on the edge of the counter and ducked his head just slightly so that he was more on the centaur's level. Sweeney edged closer, too, panting happily at her little friend.

But Zosimus' attention had already focused somewhere else; in this particular instance, it seemed to be on the idea of breakfast. Sascha reached across the sink to pluck an apple from the basket of fruit on the counter, shining the little red morsel on his shirt before passing it out the window to Zosimus. "Try this for starters. Maybe we can get Irei to make some pancakes, how's that sound?" He grinned over his shoulder at his roommate. "I'd do it, but I'd probably end up burning down the bungalow. Irei's a much better cook. Practically a chef, isn't that right?"

Sascha couldn't resist swatting lightly at Irei's rear as he passed him by again on his way outside, pushing aside the sliding door and sauntering out onto the porch with Sweeney in tow. There stood Zosimus, peeking in through the window with every bit the curious and anxious energy of a child ready to play. Sascha took note of the small quiver strapped across his shoulder and listened to the boy's exchange with Irei through the open window, rubbing at his chin thoughtfully.

"I didn't realize you were such an accomplished archer," he said with a grin, crossing his arms and watching as Sweeney pranced over to give her new playmate's hand an appropriately sloppy kiss of greeting. "Maybe I can learn a thing or two from you today, too. I tried my hand at archery when I was growing up at the orphanage, but I was never really any good. You'll have to teach me your secret."

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Re: I pwomise I won't be bad again. No more waiting. <333

iseedeadpeople
2008-11-03 08:41 am UTC (link)

Irei's right eye physically seemed to twitch. Pancakes now? He shut his eyes and pinched the upper part of his nose, just between his eyes. The headache was slowly dissipating and Irei hoped that it would disappear completely as he started to pull out ingredients for breakfast. He even decided add some chocolate chips to Zosimus's pancakes, and then to Sascha's too because he didn't want Sascha to complain about it later.

When Sascha smacked Irei's butt, Irei turned and gave him a warning look that was missed as Sascha walked away and outside. Irei was in a very frustrated mood, but didn't want to project that so much to the kid who apparently liked him. He kept his back to the window where the little centaur was poking his head through.

"Ah, I do not have a bow. Maybe I can borrow yours or someone else's?" Irei poured a couple of pancakes into a skillet that he had put on the heated stove top. He watched as the chocolate chips sunk to the bottom of the batter and flipped the dessert-like breakfast as the bubbles started to pop around the edges.

Irei made six good sized pancakes, three for Zosimus and three for Sascha, and brought to plates over to them. "There you go, enjoy." He smiled, that practiced fake smile. He wanted a cigarette.

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i_will_survive
2008-11-04 07:40 am UTC (link)

The boy didn't see what was so amusing or reasonable about tripping someone, but maybe that was because tripping a horse meant pain. Zosimus might stumble now and then when he wasn't paying attention, but tripping was near impossible. So he thought. But he had a mind like a roller coaster, it followed a track but could take so many twists and turns that one conversation couldn't be carried on for too long. He took the apple with a smile and a glad "thanks!" before biting in to it. The boy loved apples, they were delicious and juicy. A bit of that liquid dripped down his chin and he quickly wiped it away with the back of his wrist.

"Thank you, Irei," he said kindly from his window. It was so nice of them to give him food and make pancakes! Zosimus had only anticipated teaching the one man to fire a bow and hoped Sascha would tell him a story. He was a simple little child living in a complicated world. How sad he wouldn't be able to enjoy it much longer for, as he grew up, he would learn of the pain and scars inflicted on their poor planet.

"It's okay," he said as a thought came to him. "We can make one!" Zosimus knew how. But, should worse come to worse, they could go and get one quickly in town. After all, Sims ran as fast as a horse. "Mine won't work for you, it's to short!" The bow may have looked big on Zosimus, it would have been too small for Irei. Sims had small arms in proportion to his human body, supposing he was an actual child, though he was five feet tall. Ah, anatomy loved to play tricks on the mind when it came to such fascinating beings.

Then, over the pancakes, the boy spoke back to Sascha. "I don't have secrets! I know what everyone else knows, they taught me that way!"

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bohemiarhapsody
2008-11-04 10:27 pm UTC (link)

If it was a story that Zosimus wanted, he'd get the biggest damn tall tale that Sascha could muster. It had been over half a year since he'd had the opportunity to talk about stories and writing in any real capacity; when the university had closed its doors in the wake of the PV outbreak, it had almost seemed (to Sascha, at least) that his lifeline had been severed. Maybe this was the perfect chance to mend his literary rift.

Zosimus' response about his lack of "secrets" brought a wide grin to Sascha's face- only a child could pull off such an unpretentious answer. How refreshing to see there was still such unwavering innocence in a boy who'd no doubt seen enough horrors in the world outside to desensitize people two or three times his age. The little centaur would have to carry the burden of knowledge one day, but Sascha saw little reason to hasten its arrival. Let him have his childhood while it lasted.

He gave Irei an appreciative nod as the necromancer handed the plate of pancakes over to him, but rather than eat the delectables with the fork he'd been given, he chose to roll up the pancake into a little flute. "I'll bet you have secrets, Zosimus- everyone does. Archery just isn't one of them." He winked at his younger companion. "Maybe I just need a better teacher. I'll have to pay attention to whatever you tell him."

As if on cue, Sascha swung around to face Irei and practically shoved the pancake flute into his mouth, challenging the other man to spit it out. "Don't forget to eat something, too, Irei. Zosimus isn't the only growing boy here."

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iseedeadpeople
2008-11-10 02:42 pm UTC (link)

Irei glared at Sascha and coughed on the pancake. He should have known Sascha would do something like that. Irei hadn't planned on eating anything before they headed out because he was feeling a little nauseous from the combination of a hangover, falling from the hammock, and the medication. Instead now he looked like an idiot with a chocolate chip pancake hanging out of his mouth thanks to a certain someone.

Irei decided to just eat the damn thing without protest because of the company they were keeping. He didn't want the young centaur to pick up any of his bad habits. Irei knew very well that his lack of eating was bad for him, it was just hard to fix it when he had been doing it for so long.

He bit into the fluffy pancake, that was really far sweeter than he would have preferred to eat and pulled the rest of it from his mouth. "Ah, Zosimus-kun, you know how to make a bow? That is very impressive, *yo."

Irei took the plates from both of them after they were done, and left them on a table inside. He then headed outside and shut the door behind him. He eyed Sweeney and sidestepped away from her, not wanting to be nearly knocked over again. "So where should we start practicing and how will we find a good piece of wood to turn it into a bow? I thought that would take longer than just a few hours to do...perhaps I can find one to borrow?"

Following after the group, Irei stepped down the stairs gingerly. The creaking wood was sometimes sharp enough to react with his headache. Sunday was normally a lazy day for Irei. This was going to be a change of pace. He hadn't really interacted with kids much aside form the few times with Echo, and even more rarely back in New York.

*yo means: "I assure you".

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[[Pft. I knew that~]]

i_will_survive
2008-11-11 08:27 am UTC (link)

Fortunately for Irei, Zosimus hadn't been looking. He was playing with Sweeney and tempting her with a little piece of his pancake while shoving some of the fluffy cake in to his own mouth. "These are good," said the boy around the treat while finally turning to the adults. He had missed all the fun. Boo. However, eyes glancing to Sascha before returning to Sweeney, Sims shook his head. "Nope. No secrets." What did a ten-year-old have to hide?

He smiled sweetly while swallowing, though it looked like a struggle because he'd either put too much in his mouth or hadn't chewed it enough in his excitement. This day was just. . .ah, good day. Shame not everyone was feeling that way. Nonetheless, that too went unnoticed as the boy fixed his eyes on Irei. Kun was not part of his name and he blinked at the phrase. Being young, uncultured, and from an area just North of Italy, he didn't realize that was just a polite way to talk to friends among the Japanese.

"It's not hard," he said. May as well ignore it and pass it off as something weird. Irei was kinda weird anyway--but not in a bad way Zosimus had decided. Now, with his plate gone, Sims turned and walked with Irei along the porch before vaulting the stairs completely. He had to take a small running jump, but there was no way he'd get down the stairs. Up was hard enough.

"The woods back there are okay," stated the boy as he moved ahead a few paces. "It doesn't have to be perfect. Just strong. But you can try to use mine if you don't want to make one." The unfortunate thing about make-shift bows was the fact that they were definitely not perfect and, because they had no built-in arch, worked a little differently.

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Tweak says, "DESU DESU DESU"

bohemiarhapsody
2008-11-21 03:25 pm UTC (link)

Sascha watched with a grin as Zosimus toyed with Sweeney and the little scrap of pancake. The mutt was eyeing the tiny morsel very intently, and Sascha knew that as well-mannered a dog as she was, it was only a matter of time before hunger got the better of her; she hadn't actually eaten anything this morning.

"Tell you what," he said with a glance over at Irei, "I'll hang back for a bit and make some breakfast for Miss Sweeney, and then we'll come find the two of you. I don't want to miss the lesson, after all." It was a logical enough idea, of course, but Sascha could see the irritation in his roommate's eyes. Well, that was just too damn bad- if he didn't want to deal with a hangover headache, he shouldn't drink so much. "Need any aspirin while I'm at it?" he ventured to Irei, a sadistically amused smile curling the corners of his mouth.

Sascha waved as the two departed for the woods that flanked the shoreline, snapping his fingers to catch Sweeney's attention. "You can play as much as you like in just a little bit, sweets," he murmured as he made his way back inside the bungalow. "First things first, though- let's get something in that belly."

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