44th Devotion: Show and Tell

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[Accidental Video/Action for anyone in the apartment]

A four year old Solomon sits on the floor humming and halfway singing a traditional child's song. Scattered around his tiny body are what look like documents of some sort. Some with flow charts, others with what look like images of xray-s and other medical scans surrounded by notes and text. Clutched in his hand however, is a crayon and the camera clearly shows a myriad of markers and other kids art supplies well within grasp.

He apparently has been hard at work.

The little red light of the network device catches his attention, and eyes widening, he gathers together a handful of papers, crawls over to the light and pushes his 'art' at the screen.]

Ooooooooo!!!!!! Pretty red!!! Look! I made pretty too!~



[ooc: Solomon has in effect decimated his months of research, making it highly illegible underneath the art work. But look at how proud he seems! So much for his 'breakthrough' on the City Dead. *shrugs*]

Comments

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

Memory is like that sometimes. Can you describe anything? Even something as insignificant as a smell or a general impression...

[toobad-sosad.livejournal.com]

Music...gentle voice...soft...

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

Yes, good--try to remember that. See if any further details come forward.

[toobad-sosad.livejournal.com]

...Pretty...face?

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

Male or female? Because if you're insinuating that Solomon reminds you of your mother, I'm going to be highly disturbed.

[toobad-sosad.livejournal.com]

I do not know who my mother was.

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[toobad-sosad.livejournal.com]

I have no memory of such a woman.

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

I don't much like having something in common with you.

Who does Solomon remind you of, then?

[toobad-sosad.livejournal.com]

I do not know.

[ooc: At least you didn't slaughter your mother when you became a vampire, Carl!]

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to help you, you know. Can you try to remember?

[ooc: How do you know! Yeah, okay. Point.]

[toobad-sosad.livejournal.com]

Why would you want to help?

[ooc: ...Because it's Carl? Hee~]

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

Because I look like an imbecile for supporting the authority's decision to free you. Because I don't want you to murder me in my sleep. Because I prefer truces to dying in gruesome ways. Because I may or may not have some residual guilt pertaining to your death.

If you would like more reasons, I'm sure I can come up with them.

[ooc: Oh yeeeah. Oh! He doesn't know it, but he's all no-internal-monologue cursed. Not that that makes much of a difference.]

[toobad-sosad.livejournal.com]

...Guilt?

[ooc: Oh this is going to be goooooooooood.]

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

Yes, guilt. Do you remember what that feels like?

It doesn't concern you anyway. Why have you adopted Solomon as a sort of sire-figure? It's entirely unprecedented.

[ooc: >.>;]

[toobad-sosad.livejournal.com]

Because he is mine.

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

Yours? In what way is he yours?

[toobad-sosad.livejournal.com]

He is my family.

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

You're terribly frustrating.

I know you've taken him as family, but why? Vampires aren't supposed to tolerate humans, let alone claim them as family.

[toobad-sosad.livejournal.com]

Little mystery for little friar.

[ooc: Solomon told her not to say he's not human so she's not answering you!]

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

Stop belittling me. I'm a perfectly respectable height.

[ooc: Graaa. He'll just keep poking, Marishka.]

[toobad-sosad.livejournal.com]

Little friar is still little.

[ooc: It's amazing what she won't talk about no matter what if she's told not to.]

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

And belligerent vampire is still belligerent.

[toobad-sosad.livejournal.com]

Mmm...at times~