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paradisa2014-05-12 05:52 pm
hasmommyissues) wrote in paradisa2014-05-12 05:52 pm
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18 (Backdated to the start of the baby plot.)
[ Silva had slept pretty well last night ... a surprise really given the nightmares. The chinese prison nightmares were pretty standard but the one involving his death in the church was still new and fresh. The face of his killer still blurry and the confusion still irritating him.
As he opens his eyes to the new day he notices something on his pillow that wasn't there last night ... an egg.
And so begins the staring ... so much staring.
Once he realised this is a thing that is actually happening he leans over to examine it and finds the note. The note really doesn't make things any better.
What on earth was the castle thinking? Silva shakes his head, lets out a frustrated noise and proceeds to get dressed. If they're in this together he's very certain she's not escaping this humiliation.
He takes the egg and makes his way to the Deathmatch. This was going to be a fun little conversation.]
As he opens his eyes to the new day he notices something on his pillow that wasn't there last night ... an egg.
And so begins the staring ... so much staring.
Once he realised this is a thing that is actually happening he leans over to examine it and finds the note. The note really doesn't make things any better.
What on earth was the castle thinking? Silva shakes his head, lets out a frustrated noise and proceeds to get dressed. If they're in this together he's very certain she's not escaping this humiliation.
He takes the egg and makes his way to the Deathmatch. This was going to be a fun little conversation.]
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Her expression flashes from shock to a glare that could probably burn holes through his skull if she tried hard enough, and there's no mistaking the underlying rage in her voice.]
What the hell are you doing here?
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He sits at the far end of the bar and places the egg on top of it. The note gets taken from his pocket and put upon the bar too. He taps it with a finger to indicate that she should probably read it.]
I would like a scotch please. Nothing for my little friend here ... I don't believe they have a valid ID.
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Gee, sorry. Fresh out. [There's obviously about six bottles visible on the mirrored shelf behind the bar. Rick wouldn't have it any other way, after all.] Besides, I reserve the right to refuse service to murderous douchebags.
[She glares at the egg, then back at Silva, and picks up the note. Her eyebrows jump up in surprise, and she's simply speechless for a moment, leaning forward on the bar and pinching the bridge of her nose.
It's only when there's a light cracking noise that she looks up and sees the egg wiggling side to side. There's suddenly a much louder crack, a rush of wind seemingly from nowhere, and a pillar of black smoke - just like her own true form - that swirls out of the egg, around, and finally disappears completely into...
A six year old??? Oh fuck no. A tiny, blonde-haired, blue eyed girl in pigtails and a white eyelet dress. The picture of innocence... minus the entirely black eyes. Unquestionably, Meg and Silva now find themselves faced with a demonically possessed kid sitting on top of her bar. At a glance, she's almost a perfect hybrid of the two of them, and Meg figures that's just the castle adding insult to injury. It would be really, really funny, if it was actually a joke.
The child glances at each of them, grins, and dives forward, throwing her arms around Silva's neck, giddily proclaiming: "Daddy!"
Meg just stares. It takes a lot to shock a demon... but apparently this just about does the trick.]
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Yet the look on his face is most definitely one of fear. His body language is screaming "Eeww get it off me, get it off me."
He manages to gently put the affectionate little darling down and regain composure.]
Aren't you just adorable? But I think mummy would like a hug too perhaps? We can't have her feeling left out now can we?
["Oh of course not Daddy ... that would be ever so rude"
The child quickly pounces on Meg ... giving her a big squishy hug.
"Especially since you both love me so very much".]
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Yeah, whatever you say, kid.
[She turns her attention back to Silva, still glaring.]
The hell are you playing at?
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Oh just sharing the love.
[He reaches over the bar and pours himself a shot of whiskey ... threats be damned. He needed one and they need each other in this fresh hell the castle has inflicted on them.]
You know ... motherhood agrees with you. You've got such a blossoming glow.
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"Mommy mommy mommy mommy!"
It's that distraction coupled with the overwhelming urge to actually pick the thing up that leaves her just rolling her eyes as Silva pours himself a shot. Whatever. If it makes him more pleasant to deal with, she can let that little pissing contest go.
Finally overcome by both complete annoyance and actual desire to dote on... it... Meg turns and picks up the little girl, placing her on her hip.]
Yeah, yeah. Mommy's right here. [Please kill her now.
On second thought, considering present company... nevermind.
Speaking of present company, that last comment gets a death glare and finally earns a response.]
Oh shut up. Go touch up your roots or something, I can handle this.
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Darling I'll have you know I'm all natural.
[He finishes his drink and sighs. As much as he'd love to let her get her hands dirty with this one he's been here far too long to know how the game goes. This child was left for both of them ... ignoring the slight urge to care for the child, he knows that any neglect on his part will be met with consequences.]
No I believe the correct term is ... we can handle this.
I have no desire to suffer whatever punishment the castle has in store for neglecting my ... fatherly duties.
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[With that, she turns to the child and bounces her on her hip a little, turning on a sicky-sweet voice.]
Well you'll just be so happy that Daddy' actually sticking around to do his job, won't you?
[Oh, yes. I just love him so much!
The child reaches over to Silva eagerly and Meg shoots him a purely evil smirk behind the kid's back as she hands her off, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and pouring herself a double shot that she downs quickly.]
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"Daddy can I have crayons please ... I want to draw a picture for you both."]
In a moment dear ... I'm not finished talking with mummy.
[The child does not react well to being told no. She pulls a face and proceeds to strop.
"But I want them now!"
With a sigh he wishes up a colouring book and colouring materials. This should buy him some peace and quiet until he can work something out with Meg.
... boy was he screwed.]
I trust we can put together a truce until this ... situation resolves itself?
[The word "situation" passes from his lips as bitter and resentfully as he can master.]
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Was that so hard?
[She glares at him momentarily sets the little girl down on a barstool, tending to her coloring project for a moment and complimenting her choice of purple crayon for a tree. When she straightens up, she looks Silva up and down menacingly and arches an eyebrow, but eventually nods curtly.]
Kinda figured we had one going with the whole mutually-assured-destruction thing, anyway, but yeah. Truce.
[She turns to the child again and begins to play absentmindedly with her hair, threading the soft golden strands through her fingers and smiling to herself.
Fuck.]
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[He catches Meg playing with the child's hair ... looking all doting and motherly. Silva wants to mock her for it but looking at the child playing so sweetly he just ... well can't.]
Beautiful in a way isn't she?