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Trials (Mythklok Interstitial)
Title: Trials (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Raising teenagers
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: Takes place a few years from now in the continuity. Sort of inspired by some of Sushi's comments about dealing with her own OCs. Also, I do have the next regular chapter almost ready to go.
Not too many years from now....
“It’s always something,” Ganesh said over sips of coffee. “Don’t you think?”
“It’s always something new. And different. And more ghastly,” Sariel sighed, stuffing more pie into his mouth.
“Raising teenagers is THAT BAD?” Nathan Explosion asked skeptically.
“Tsk! They’re exaggerating,” Raziel fluttered, snapping closed her cell phone. “You’re simply too overprotective!”
“Well, he is their only child,” Wotan laughed, putting an arm around Raziel.
Her cell phone buzzed again, and she picked it up and put it to her ear. “Now, sweetie,” she said, “Explosions happen! Did you tell Boon to keep his spells away from the house? Well, if Freki got singed, maybe he’ll know to stay out of the way next time!” She snapped the phone shut in apparent disgust. “Silly wolves,” she muttered.
“I just didn’t think I was THAT BAD as a teenager! I was GOOD KID!” Nathan protested.
“I wasch a model citischen,” Murderface said primly.
“Uh, you were, William?” Sariel asked, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you told us you threatened your principle at knifepoint?”
Lady Raziel’s cell phone buzzed again, and she picked it up and listened for a time. “Now, sweetheart, I’m sure Unky Vishnu is exaggerating ever so slightly when he says you blew out his eardrums. Yes. Well, tell your brother he could probably stand to turn down his amp.” She put the phone down. “What’s so unusual about threatening someone at knifepoint?” she asked. “It seems an honorable course to me!”
“Yesch, it wasch honorable!” Murderface gloated, to more skeptical eyebrows from Sariel.
“I was a great kid! I was on the football team! I broke records! I broke more opponents leg than any fullback!” Nathan boasted.
“WHAT!” Raziel was screaming into her cell phone. “NO, Abigail you are NOT going out wearing THAT! And that is FINAL!” She snapped her cell phone shut again, only to find Abby suddenly standing in front of her whining, “MOOOOOOOOOOOOM!” Her outfit featured a rather prominent stretch of bare midriff.
“Abby!” scolded Raziel.
“Whoa,” said Nathan.
Elias, who had also appeared, stood off to the side, seemingly trying to disappear into the shadows.
“DAAAAAAAD!” Abby pleaded.
“Now, Abs,” her father soothed.
“WOTAN!” Raziel boomed. “She CANNOT go out in public like that! That is LAST SEASON”S look!”
“But I liiiiiiiiike it!” Abby whined.
“You are months and months out of date, young lady!” Raziel insisted.
“It’s only couture!”
“What do you MEAN ONLY COUTURE!”
“Lady Raziel,” Ganesh interjected. “Might I make a suggestion? Perhaps the addition of an accoutrement?”
“Oooooo!” Raziel considered. “A well chosen accessory can pull together a look. What did you have in mind?”
“Well, what about….” Ganesh started, waving a hand. He and Raziel looked at Abby.
“Hrm. Doesn’t that seem a bit, too too?” Raziel asked.
“Hrm. Maybe a bit.” Ganesh waved a hand again. “What about…?”
“OH MY GOD MATCHY MATCHY!” Raziel and Abby screamed.
Ganesh waved a hand again and appeared to concentrate. And then he tried again.
Raziel jumped up and down on her toes and squealed. “Ooooo! Would you make me one?”
“Lady Raziel,” Ganesh scolded.
Raziel calmed herself and considered her daughter. “Well, yes, I think it makes a witty comment on the ensemble.”
“So I can wear it?” Abby asked.
Raziel pulled the girl down by the collar and kissed the top of her head. “Yes, sweetie.”
“THANKS UNCLE GANESHA!” Abby raved, giving him a peck on the cheek.
“I am ever available for couture-related emergencies,” he grinned.
“Are you goin’ too,” Wotan demand of Liam, who had just appeared a bit sheepishly next to Elias.
“Uh, yeah, I thought I’d, you know, hang out….”
“Well, don’t you go bringing home a Fury again! We’re still cleaning up from the last one.”
“I’ll be careful dad.”
“Uhhhh,” said Nathan. “Lady Raziel. Are you SURE you wanna let Abby go out looking like THAT?”
"You don’t think her accoutrement is witty?”
“Uh, no, I mean, what if she gets harassed by, you know, MEN?”
“Oh, sweetie, what do we do if people are rude to us?” Raziel asked.
“AAAAARGH!” said Murderface, as Abby now had her sword point at his neck.
“That’s right baby.”
“Oh. Huh. I guess that works,” Nathan acknowledged.
“Teenagers. They’re a dream! You just have to KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING,” Raziel told him, sitting back down next to Wotan.
“Bye everybody,” Abby called, blowing kisses, as the trio disappeared.
“You know, sche nearly took my head off,” Murderface muttered.
“Well, you shouldn’t have been rude to her like that,” Nathan told him.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Raising teenagers
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: Takes place a few years from now in the continuity. Sort of inspired by some of Sushi's comments about dealing with her own OCs. Also, I do have the next regular chapter almost ready to go.
Not too many years from now....
“It’s always something,” Ganesh said over sips of coffee. “Don’t you think?”
“It’s always something new. And different. And more ghastly,” Sariel sighed, stuffing more pie into his mouth.
“Raising teenagers is THAT BAD?” Nathan Explosion asked skeptically.
“Tsk! They’re exaggerating,” Raziel fluttered, snapping closed her cell phone. “You’re simply too overprotective!”
“Well, he is their only child,” Wotan laughed, putting an arm around Raziel.
Her cell phone buzzed again, and she picked it up and put it to her ear. “Now, sweetie,” she said, “Explosions happen! Did you tell Boon to keep his spells away from the house? Well, if Freki got singed, maybe he’ll know to stay out of the way next time!” She snapped the phone shut in apparent disgust. “Silly wolves,” she muttered.
“I just didn’t think I was THAT BAD as a teenager! I was GOOD KID!” Nathan protested.
“I wasch a model citischen,” Murderface said primly.
“Uh, you were, William?” Sariel asked, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you told us you threatened your principle at knifepoint?”
Lady Raziel’s cell phone buzzed again, and she picked it up and listened for a time. “Now, sweetheart, I’m sure Unky Vishnu is exaggerating ever so slightly when he says you blew out his eardrums. Yes. Well, tell your brother he could probably stand to turn down his amp.” She put the phone down. “What’s so unusual about threatening someone at knifepoint?” she asked. “It seems an honorable course to me!”
“Yesch, it wasch honorable!” Murderface gloated, to more skeptical eyebrows from Sariel.
“I was a great kid! I was on the football team! I broke records! I broke more opponents leg than any fullback!” Nathan boasted.
“WHAT!” Raziel was screaming into her cell phone. “NO, Abigail you are NOT going out wearing THAT! And that is FINAL!” She snapped her cell phone shut again, only to find Abby suddenly standing in front of her whining, “MOOOOOOOOOOOOM!” Her outfit featured a rather prominent stretch of bare midriff.
“Abby!” scolded Raziel.
“Whoa,” said Nathan.
Elias, who had also appeared, stood off to the side, seemingly trying to disappear into the shadows.
“DAAAAAAAD!” Abby pleaded.
“Now, Abs,” her father soothed.
“WOTAN!” Raziel boomed. “She CANNOT go out in public like that! That is LAST SEASON”S look!”
“But I liiiiiiiiike it!” Abby whined.
“You are months and months out of date, young lady!” Raziel insisted.
“It’s only couture!”
“What do you MEAN ONLY COUTURE!”
“Lady Raziel,” Ganesh interjected. “Might I make a suggestion? Perhaps the addition of an accoutrement?”
“Oooooo!” Raziel considered. “A well chosen accessory can pull together a look. What did you have in mind?”
“Well, what about….” Ganesh started, waving a hand. He and Raziel looked at Abby.
“Hrm. Doesn’t that seem a bit, too too?” Raziel asked.
“Hrm. Maybe a bit.” Ganesh waved a hand again. “What about…?”
“OH MY GOD MATCHY MATCHY!” Raziel and Abby screamed.
Ganesh waved a hand again and appeared to concentrate. And then he tried again.
Raziel jumped up and down on her toes and squealed. “Ooooo! Would you make me one?”
“Lady Raziel,” Ganesh scolded.
Raziel calmed herself and considered her daughter. “Well, yes, I think it makes a witty comment on the ensemble.”
“So I can wear it?” Abby asked.
Raziel pulled the girl down by the collar and kissed the top of her head. “Yes, sweetie.”
“THANKS UNCLE GANESHA!” Abby raved, giving him a peck on the cheek.
“I am ever available for couture-related emergencies,” he grinned.
“Are you goin’ too,” Wotan demand of Liam, who had just appeared a bit sheepishly next to Elias.
“Uh, yeah, I thought I’d, you know, hang out….”
“Well, don’t you go bringing home a Fury again! We’re still cleaning up from the last one.”
“I’ll be careful dad.”
“Uhhhh,” said Nathan. “Lady Raziel. Are you SURE you wanna let Abby go out looking like THAT?”
"You don’t think her accoutrement is witty?”
“Uh, no, I mean, what if she gets harassed by, you know, MEN?”
“Oh, sweetie, what do we do if people are rude to us?” Raziel asked.
“AAAAARGH!” said Murderface, as Abby now had her sword point at his neck.
“That’s right baby.”
“Oh. Huh. I guess that works,” Nathan acknowledged.
“Teenagers. They’re a dream! You just have to KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING,” Raziel told him, sitting back down next to Wotan.
“Bye everybody,” Abby called, blowing kisses, as the trio disappeared.
“You know, sche nearly took my head off,” Murderface muttered.
“Well, you shouldn’t have been rude to her like that,” Nathan told him.