Sinus Rhythm (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Sinus Rhythm (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Charles does managerial stuff post BookKlok.
Warnings: Might be spoilery for Bookklok, but you definitely won't understand it if you haven't seen the show.
Notes: I think my brain has decided to bring my continuity in line with the present season. Which is sort of stupid, if you think about it. But oh well.
“Sariel!”
“Yeah Ganesh.”
“A defibrillation device is not a toy!”
Charles smiled slightly into the phone. “Ganesh. We've talked about this. I've told you, the stuff they do on the show, that's often dramatized, for storytelling or comedic purposes. As well as, ah, to make things more metal.”
“Sariel! One does not use a defibrillator on a patient who is in the middle of a panic attack!”
“It was actually a taser. And, uh, a little one at that.”
“Then one does not use a taser on a patient having a panic attack.”
“Ganesh, did they shock anyone out of flatline?”
“Well....”
“No, they did not! You told me yourself that was the one thing you couldn't bear about television doctors.”
“I will admit that is true, however-”
“Just, take that stuff with a grain of salt.”
There was silence over the other end of the phone for a time. “So, that masked individual does not intend you harm?”
“That guy? I wouldn't worry about him.”
“I will kill him.”
“Ganesh! You're a love god! Don't worry about this killing stuff.”
“That is vast oversimplification of my duties!”
“Speaking of which, you gonna get down here for the lesson?”
Charles heard the heavy sigh on the other end. “You feel this is really necessary?”
“It would really help me out. Come on.”
“He tries my god-like patience, Sariel.”
“I'll get the wings out. Later,” promised Charles, raising an eyebrow.
“Mmmmmm....” grumbled Ganesh.
“Come on. It's only one lesson.”
“Yes, I will be there presently.”
“Ganesh, you're a god-send.”
“I am quite literally, that is true.”
“OK. I gotta go. We'll talk later.”
Charles put down the phone, flapping his broad silver wings in a satisfied manner. He walked to one of the sunlit windows in his office, wrenched it open, and flew away.
“Toki! Why you ams not comes down?”
“You ams just wants to zapses me!” called down the guitarist, who was perched high above.
“I ams not zapses you!” said Skwisgaar.
“Why you ams gots da tasers?” Toki shouted down.
“I ams not gots da taser!”
“Ams in your hands, dildos!”
“Oh!” said Skwisgaar, who suddenly seemed to become aware of the taser, which was indeed in his hand. He swiftly held the device behind his back. “Uh, no, I ams nots!”
“You ams just has it behinds your backs! Skwisgaar, you is ams a dicks!”
“No I ams nots,” grumbled Skwisgaar.
“Is he still up there?” asked Charles, who had just alit next to Skwisgaar.
“Hims ams not comes downs! Da dumb dildos ams falls and dies!”
“Skwisgaar, he'll be fine,” Charles assured him.
“Ja, I ams fines up here! I am perfectlies OK, aways from all da dumbs dildos,” shouted Toki, flapping his powder blue wings for emphasis. Down below, both Skwisgaar and Charles cringed, as Toki, being new to stuff like perching, nearly overbalanced and toppled down.
“I'll go talk to him, OK? Can you go get to your lesson?” asked Charles.
“My leskons?” asked Skwisgaar.
“You remember? Ganesh is giving you an extra special sitar lesson this afternoon!”
“Oh, ja, I ams remembers,” said Skwisgaar, skillfully using the taser as a slide on his guitar. “I just ams forgets before I ams remembers.”
“You go on. I'll go get him down. OK?”
“Ja. OK. Just ams don't let him dies of da panickal attackses!” ordered Skwisgaar.
“Yeah, a panic attack,” repeated Charles, who suddenly frowned. He nodded to Skwisgaar, and with a great flap of his wings, was arching gracefully towards Toki, who was clinging awkwardly to one of the great spires that jutted from Mordhaus' dragon chest. He sat on the spire, his legs wrapped tightly around it.
Charles landed on cat feet, easily balancing on the narrow spire. Fumbling in his pants pocket, he glanced casually over to Toki, noticing that the guitarist's knuckles were white. The breeze caught the guitarist's hair, momentarily blowing it away from his concerned eyes.
“Mind if I smoke?” asked Charles, removing a pack of Marlboros with studied casualness. “Ganesh would clobber me if he caught me inside.”
“No, I ams not minds,” said Toki.
“You cold?” Charles asked pleasantly.
“No, I ams fine,” Toki insisted.
“Oh, because you looked like you were shivering,” Charles commented.
“I ams not shiversing!” trembled Toki.
“A long way up, huh?” asked Charles, flicking ashes.
“I ams wants to be aways from everythings,” said Toki. “Sometimes.”
“I feel that way myself sometimes. You know-”
“Skwisgaar ams right!” said Toki.
“What was he right about, Toki?” asked Charles, squatting down so he could be more at eye level with the guitarist.
“Fans ams unprediskabobble!”
“They can be. Yes. They can be.” Charles stayed silent for a moment, enjoying the smoke. “Are you, uh, concerned about your performance at the Ice Festival?”
“No I ams nots concerned!”
“OK. All right,” said Charles, turning to look in the distance. “Nice day, huh?”
“Charles, why ams Skwisgaar always acts likes da big dildos?”
“Have you considered,” asked Charles, “maybe – just maybe – he was honestly concerned about you?”
“No, I ams not considers that,” said Toki quietly.
“OK. You sure you're not cold?” The young guitarist had Court Formed, and was now quite blatantly shivering.
“Maybes,” whispered Toki. He made to cross his arms across his scarred chest, but appeared suddenly uncertain of his balance, and went back to clinging to the spire.
“Here,” said Charles. He untied his jacket from around his waist and carefully draped it over Toki's shoulders. “There you go. I always get colder when I don't have my wings. Not sure why.”
Toki blinked up at him, not saying anything, the lovely eyes grateful.
“You ready, maybe, to head down? I've finished my cigarette,” said Charles, flipping the butt away.
Far down below, there was a soft “Ouch!”
“Oh, sorry!” Charles grinned down at a Klokateer.
“Ja, maybe we go down now?” asked Toki.
“OK, here we go. Hold tight.”
“CHAAAAARLES!”
Charles had just climbed back inside his window. He carefully shut it, and then walked over to his desk to see what his lead singer was whining about now.
“Oh,” said Charles, arching his wings in surprise.
“It's not charging!” complained Nathan, holding up the paddles.
“Uh, Nathan? Could you do me a really big favor? And not let Ganesh see that?”
“Oh, hey, Ganesh is doctor, right!” asked Nathan, one big elbow on the defibrillator. “Maybe he would know what's wrong?”
“Believe me, it would be better for us all if you kind of kept that out of sight? For now?” said Charles.
“Yeah, I guess so, but why?”
“Uh,” said Charles. “I may have not exactly told him about it.”
“You LIED to GANESH! He's like, your husband and shit?”
“Nathan, as someone who has been in a quality long term relationship, let me assure you....”
“They're BASED ON LIES! I knew it....”
“Well, no,” hedged Charles. “But a strategic misstatement, now and then....”
Nathan shrugged and picked up the defibrillator. “Yeah, that's OK, dude. Did you talk to TOKI?”
“Yeah. He decided maybe he wanted to think about things. Down on the ground.”
“He'll BREAK HIS FUCKING NECK,” warned Nathan.
“I think he'll be OK. Anyway. As for your … device. We'll repair it later.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
“COOL!” said Nathan.
“OK, so I gotta go see if Ganesh is through with sitar lessons,” Charles told Nathan. He started to head for his office door.
“You're going like that?” said Nathan, big grin on his face.
“Well,” said Charles, who colored slightly. “Yes.”
“Another LONG TERM RELATIONSHIP THING?”
Charles didn't answer. “Just.... Keep the defibrillator out of sight. For a while. For me. OK?”
“For you,” smiled Nathan. “OK.”
“Thank you, Nathan,” said Charles. “Oh,” he said, stopping again. He flapped his wings. “Do I smell like smoke?” he whispered.
Nathan sniffed. “Naw. You're OK.”
“OK,” said Charles, and he was out the door.
“Strategic misstatements,” smiled Nathan, standing for a moment, cradling the defibrillator. He suddenly started. “Hey, I wonder if Thor dude is around?” And then he too was out the door.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Charles does managerial stuff post BookKlok.
Warnings: Might be spoilery for Bookklok, but you definitely won't understand it if you haven't seen the show.
Notes: I think my brain has decided to bring my continuity in line with the present season. Which is sort of stupid, if you think about it. But oh well.
“Sariel!”
“Yeah Ganesh.”
“A defibrillation device is not a toy!”
Charles smiled slightly into the phone. “Ganesh. We've talked about this. I've told you, the stuff they do on the show, that's often dramatized, for storytelling or comedic purposes. As well as, ah, to make things more metal.”
“Sariel! One does not use a defibrillator on a patient who is in the middle of a panic attack!”
“It was actually a taser. And, uh, a little one at that.”
“Then one does not use a taser on a patient having a panic attack.”
“Ganesh, did they shock anyone out of flatline?”
“Well....”
“No, they did not! You told me yourself that was the one thing you couldn't bear about television doctors.”
“I will admit that is true, however-”
“Just, take that stuff with a grain of salt.”
There was silence over the other end of the phone for a time. “So, that masked individual does not intend you harm?”
“That guy? I wouldn't worry about him.”
“I will kill him.”
“Ganesh! You're a love god! Don't worry about this killing stuff.”
“That is vast oversimplification of my duties!”
“Speaking of which, you gonna get down here for the lesson?”
Charles heard the heavy sigh on the other end. “You feel this is really necessary?”
“It would really help me out. Come on.”
“He tries my god-like patience, Sariel.”
“I'll get the wings out. Later,” promised Charles, raising an eyebrow.
“Mmmmmm....” grumbled Ganesh.
“Come on. It's only one lesson.”
“Yes, I will be there presently.”
“Ganesh, you're a god-send.”
“I am quite literally, that is true.”
“OK. I gotta go. We'll talk later.”
Charles put down the phone, flapping his broad silver wings in a satisfied manner. He walked to one of the sunlit windows in his office, wrenched it open, and flew away.
“Toki! Why you ams not comes down?”
“You ams just wants to zapses me!” called down the guitarist, who was perched high above.
“I ams not zapses you!” said Skwisgaar.
“Why you ams gots da tasers?” Toki shouted down.
“I ams not gots da taser!”
“Ams in your hands, dildos!”
“Oh!” said Skwisgaar, who suddenly seemed to become aware of the taser, which was indeed in his hand. He swiftly held the device behind his back. “Uh, no, I ams nots!”
“You ams just has it behinds your backs! Skwisgaar, you is ams a dicks!”
“No I ams nots,” grumbled Skwisgaar.
“Is he still up there?” asked Charles, who had just alit next to Skwisgaar.
“Hims ams not comes downs! Da dumb dildos ams falls and dies!”
“Skwisgaar, he'll be fine,” Charles assured him.
“Ja, I ams fines up here! I am perfectlies OK, aways from all da dumbs dildos,” shouted Toki, flapping his powder blue wings for emphasis. Down below, both Skwisgaar and Charles cringed, as Toki, being new to stuff like perching, nearly overbalanced and toppled down.
“I'll go talk to him, OK? Can you go get to your lesson?” asked Charles.
“My leskons?” asked Skwisgaar.
“You remember? Ganesh is giving you an extra special sitar lesson this afternoon!”
“Oh, ja, I ams remembers,” said Skwisgaar, skillfully using the taser as a slide on his guitar. “I just ams forgets before I ams remembers.”
“You go on. I'll go get him down. OK?”
“Ja. OK. Just ams don't let him dies of da panickal attackses!” ordered Skwisgaar.
“Yeah, a panic attack,” repeated Charles, who suddenly frowned. He nodded to Skwisgaar, and with a great flap of his wings, was arching gracefully towards Toki, who was clinging awkwardly to one of the great spires that jutted from Mordhaus' dragon chest. He sat on the spire, his legs wrapped tightly around it.
Charles landed on cat feet, easily balancing on the narrow spire. Fumbling in his pants pocket, he glanced casually over to Toki, noticing that the guitarist's knuckles were white. The breeze caught the guitarist's hair, momentarily blowing it away from his concerned eyes.
“Mind if I smoke?” asked Charles, removing a pack of Marlboros with studied casualness. “Ganesh would clobber me if he caught me inside.”
“No, I ams not minds,” said Toki.
“You cold?” Charles asked pleasantly.
“No, I ams fine,” Toki insisted.
“Oh, because you looked like you were shivering,” Charles commented.
“I ams not shiversing!” trembled Toki.
“A long way up, huh?” asked Charles, flicking ashes.
“I ams wants to be aways from everythings,” said Toki. “Sometimes.”
“I feel that way myself sometimes. You know-”
“Skwisgaar ams right!” said Toki.
“What was he right about, Toki?” asked Charles, squatting down so he could be more at eye level with the guitarist.
“Fans ams unprediskabobble!”
“They can be. Yes. They can be.” Charles stayed silent for a moment, enjoying the smoke. “Are you, uh, concerned about your performance at the Ice Festival?”
“No I ams nots concerned!”
“OK. All right,” said Charles, turning to look in the distance. “Nice day, huh?”
“Charles, why ams Skwisgaar always acts likes da big dildos?”
“Have you considered,” asked Charles, “maybe – just maybe – he was honestly concerned about you?”
“No, I ams not considers that,” said Toki quietly.
“OK. You sure you're not cold?” The young guitarist had Court Formed, and was now quite blatantly shivering.
“Maybes,” whispered Toki. He made to cross his arms across his scarred chest, but appeared suddenly uncertain of his balance, and went back to clinging to the spire.
“Here,” said Charles. He untied his jacket from around his waist and carefully draped it over Toki's shoulders. “There you go. I always get colder when I don't have my wings. Not sure why.”
Toki blinked up at him, not saying anything, the lovely eyes grateful.
“You ready, maybe, to head down? I've finished my cigarette,” said Charles, flipping the butt away.
Far down below, there was a soft “Ouch!”
“Oh, sorry!” Charles grinned down at a Klokateer.
“Ja, maybe we go down now?” asked Toki.
“OK, here we go. Hold tight.”
“CHAAAAARLES!”
Charles had just climbed back inside his window. He carefully shut it, and then walked over to his desk to see what his lead singer was whining about now.
“Oh,” said Charles, arching his wings in surprise.
“It's not charging!” complained Nathan, holding up the paddles.
“Uh, Nathan? Could you do me a really big favor? And not let Ganesh see that?”
“Oh, hey, Ganesh is doctor, right!” asked Nathan, one big elbow on the defibrillator. “Maybe he would know what's wrong?”
“Believe me, it would be better for us all if you kind of kept that out of sight? For now?” said Charles.
“Yeah, I guess so, but why?”
“Uh,” said Charles. “I may have not exactly told him about it.”
“You LIED to GANESH! He's like, your husband and shit?”
“Nathan, as someone who has been in a quality long term relationship, let me assure you....”
“They're BASED ON LIES! I knew it....”
“Well, no,” hedged Charles. “But a strategic misstatement, now and then....”
Nathan shrugged and picked up the defibrillator. “Yeah, that's OK, dude. Did you talk to TOKI?”
“Yeah. He decided maybe he wanted to think about things. Down on the ground.”
“He'll BREAK HIS FUCKING NECK,” warned Nathan.
“I think he'll be OK. Anyway. As for your … device. We'll repair it later.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
“COOL!” said Nathan.
“OK, so I gotta go see if Ganesh is through with sitar lessons,” Charles told Nathan. He started to head for his office door.
“You're going like that?” said Nathan, big grin on his face.
“Well,” said Charles, who colored slightly. “Yes.”
“Another LONG TERM RELATIONSHIP THING?”
Charles didn't answer. “Just.... Keep the defibrillator out of sight. For a while. For me. OK?”
“For you,” smiled Nathan. “OK.”
“Thank you, Nathan,” said Charles. “Oh,” he said, stopping again. He flapped his wings. “Do I smell like smoke?” he whispered.
Nathan sniffed. “Naw. You're OK.”
“OK,” said Charles, and he was out the door.
“Strategic misstatements,” smiled Nathan, standing for a moment, cradling the defibrillator. He suddenly started. “Hey, I wonder if Thor dude is around?” And then he too was out the door.
