i'm too old for the internet Who: Darklis and Rina, plus Trouble (NPC) Where: Home When: Just after school
'Yes but how does it work?'
"I don't know."
'You have to know! Everyone knows!'
"It's really like you forget that I'm not from around here."
'I thought it was like grooming and you're just born knowing how to do it.'
"Sorry Trouble, just leave it alone until Darklis gets home. She'll show you the cat videos then." And Rina thought that was that. Her familiar was absolutely fascinated with the box that her cousin had and was forever begging for the vampire to show her more cat videos or whatever it was they watched. Rina had seen a few, but she did not quite have the same interest as her familiar. She liked books better. Such as the one she had gotten from the library that she was leafing through now, about people with dependent personality disorders. Daisy. She was certain it described her ward to a - she dropped the book, startled, when a small blur of gray and white came racing into the room and little pinpricks of pain exploded on her leg as Trouble attached herself there, all the while meowing up a storm and demanding that Rina make it go away right now. Reaching down, she detached the small cat and rose to go and see what all the fuss was about. It was just a computer, it was not as though it could do anything. The paintings that Darklis had in her room were more disturbing than anything that box could have stored in it.
Half an hour later, Rina was curled up on the downstairs couch with Trouble on her head, staring firmly at the dancing cartoon horses on the screen. Or at least she thought they were horses. They called themselves ponies and ponies were a type of horse. They were not supposed to be those colors and they were definitely not supposed to be able to talk, but they were better than... the angel shuddered and drew the blanket she had grabbed closer around herself while Trouble batted at her ear. 'Stop thinking about it! You said you'd stop! If you don't, then I can't and I really want to!'
"You are never going near that thing again," was Rina's response. "I think it's evil. I must ask Darklis why she has it in the house."
'There are good things!'
"No. It is evil."
Trouble flicked her ears and was about to continue when they both caught the sound of Darklis entering the house. Rina did not look away from the television. "I put your laptop in the trashcan." She had taken the rest of the trash, what little of it there was, out first and put in a new bag first, but she had still done it.
'Rina doesn't like the Internet.' The cat jumped off Rina's head and scampered over to scale up Darklis to her favorite spot on her shoulder. 'I was looking for more cats and I found this thing called a goats-something...'
Rina's face twitched slightly. "There was nothing to do with a goat anywhere in that."