The forecast had said that the start of the storm would begin at ten o'clock; the man who did the weather, while getting it right on when the precipitation was to begin falling, hadn't gotten it right on when the wind was suppose to start being felt. It started drizzling around ten o'clock; the drizzle was consistent until just after three in the afternoon—visibility grew very poor after the rain started pelting the area after 3:10 p.m. The wind was felt about an hour later while the thunderstorms didn't make an appearance until after nine p.m. He and his did as they usually did when one of the ocean storms blew in—a briefing on what was expected was done then the house was checked. Anything that needed to be brought into the house—the porch or lawn furniture, and the kids' toys—was brought into the house, or put in the garage; the windows, the shutters, the front and back doors, and the roof were checked to see if they'd hold against what had been forecast; and the yard was checked of items that the storm's winds could pick up and then create havoc with by blowing either towards a house or towards a structure that was associated with a house. When all of that was done, he and his had sat and then either watched or listened to the storm as it waged its slow assault on them.
While he and his family knew the routine of ocean storms, and while they also knew the routines that they did when potentially dangerous storms blew in from the sea, certain members of his family had still reacted to the storm after it started getting really bad. Akavira, Lorboyan, and Zardox, his and his wife's current young ones, had done as they usually did after the storm blew in—yell, cry, and beg for mommy and daddy to make the "monster" go away. It had either been he or his wife who had carried Zardox around the house; Akavira and Lorboyan, despite being "thoroughly scared" at the time of the torrential rain's start, had followed them as they went by their own in the house. He hadn't been but so surprised over seeing himself as being kicked out of his and his wife's bed after the hour came around for everyone to go to sleep—even after the Silencer spell was done on their rooms, and then on the house, Akavira, Lorboyan, and Zardox had plain refused to sleep in their own beds.
A decent amount of hail had started mixing in with the rain at around midnight; at around this time, a transformer in the area blew, which plummeted his and his family's abode into complete darkness, and which elevated Akavira's, Lorboyan's, and Zardox's fear levels. At the time that he, Zshon, Daosi, Yhozah, and Mekaia were getting ready for work, the storm was still waging war on the house—regardless of the storm's rage still going on outside, the men who took care of the power had been hard at work in getting the power to the neighborhood back on. The power to the house was restored right when he and his four children were getting ready to step foot out the door.
Akavira, Lorboyan, and Zardox had begged and pleaded with him to not go to work; Zardox had practically wrapped himself around his legs while Akavira and Lorboyan had tried to "bar" the way to the door. Aboshi, after being called in on the situation, had taken care of relieving him of them three issues—a quick talk with the three had set them straight on where he was going and on his coming back in all once piece; as expected, when he had taken to driving out of the garage, he had seen that the three had been glued to the house's front windows. His action of honking the car's horn had done the trick of telling them that daddy had seen them and that all was fine—or, at least he hoped that that message had been the one received by the three; so far, he had yet to hear anything on their perceiving his sent message as something different than what he had intended to send out to them.
"Stay behind me and keep at least three car lengths between us." he had said after he and his four grown children had reached the garage.
They were adhering to his instructions well; the instruction of their not using their cellular phones until after the drive was done hadn't needed to be told—he, as a father, had still said it though. He had broken this given instruction while on the drive; after reaching Jaszi's Street, then finding that it was a mostly water-logged mess, he had made the decision to call his employer to tell him that he and his four children were going to be late in coming in that morning. Master Tazir had said no problem before saying for him and his to be both careful and safe while on the way to his place. After backing up, then driving away from Jaszi's Street, he had found another street that wasn't water-logged or covered up in debris.
His car, a Tazzari EC, took the drive well; the white paint that was on his car shone brightly, which aided Zshon, Yhozah, and Daosi in noting where he was and in keeping within a certain distance of him. Unlike Zshon's car, which wasn't "young" by any means, his car was relatively new—he had purchased this little, two-door car just three summers ago; it had a small front end, the trunk compartment was spacious, and around four at a time could ride in it. Like all of the other cars on the planet, his car ran on energy instead of fuel. Owing to the fact that he had just purchased new tires for the vehicle, he wasn't slipping or sliding or losing traction with the slick road.
In all, he and his four children were nearly an hour late in punching in.
"Thank the Gods that is over with!" Yhozah Impan Zultoa, a green-skinned Goblin who had blue eyes and short, light blond hair, said after parking his car in the employee garage and then getting out of it.
"Made it in one piece, and no cars were made into boats while on the drive." Daosi said. "How'd you fair, Meke?"
"There's a fine set of imprints on the seat that I took to sit on," Mekaia Zultoa, the oldest of the Zultoa twins, who had light blue skin and eyes, a few warts on her chin and cheeks, a slightly long nose, and long, light blonde hair, said.
"If I hadn't been in need of concentrating on my driving I'd of found her either sitting nearly on top of me or on the wheel." Yhozah said.
He said nothing after parking his car in one of the available parking spaces; his rain slicker, and galoshes, were removed, then thrown into the trunk, then he went straight for the parking lot's appointed office.
One didn't get a job as good as his and not show up properly attired for it; even after spending over a month away from his job he had still taken steps to ensure that he'd look presentable. The white tuxedo, that he was wearing, had been picked right before he had gone to bed; the shoes that matched it had been given a quick polishing before being returned to their box. While there was a set of lockers in the parking lot's appointed employee office he didn't feel like putting his still soaping wet slicker and galoshes in it—he usually only used his given locker when the cause was good; the trunk would be just as good a place for his wet coat and galoshes.
After taking his card out from the box that was to the left of the punch-in machine, he slid it into the machine; the card was returned to the box right when a crack of thunder was heard. Figures; he and his hadn't heard a single bit of thunder, or seen any bolts of lightning, all during the drive. It had just been raining and very windy during the drive. After punching in, he went to the door that'd give him access to his employer's house; he neither stopped nor hesitated in going in after reaching it. His three sons, and his one daughter, followed in his example in punching their tickets in and then going to the door.
"Check with Master Tazir first before doing anything in the house—he might want to speak with me before I go to work or he might have something in mind for me to do that's more important than what I normally do in the house." he thought after entering the mansion.
The events of what occurred yesterday had been told to him by Zshon; right after getting home, then finishing his supper, his oldest son had told him that the oldest of their employer's biological sons had gotten his first reprimanding—the young man, sometime after entering his father's office, had stood up and then challenged his father. The boy had gone to seen his father about a poster that he had noted as being missing in his chamber, and that his father had already disclosed an interest in not returning to him. Prior to the reprimanding, Young Master Lhaklar had been with his younger brother, Hazaar; they had been seen as walking the hallways of the house's first level for ten to fifteen minutes before going up to the second level. Young Master Bile had done as his two brothers had in exploring the house as well; he, and his younger brother, Lazeer, had started on the house's first level before going up to the third and then fourth levels. Mistress Angel had spent some time in her and her husband's bedroom chamber, getting herself all freshened up, after seeing her husband about some of the items that he had confiscated from the boys—unlike her son, who had been most immature after entering his father's office, she had been very mature and she had also gotten the items that she had been there to retrieve.
A talk was said to of happened between Mistress Angel and Young Master Lhaklar about thirty minutes to an hour after the challenge was issued between son and father; Zshon claimed to of not been in the area when the talk occurred but he had put forth the idea that he thought of the boy having been gotten on for his action towards his father. Up to lunchtime, nothing else of high interest had happened in the house. Bile and Hazaar had gotten into it at the table; they had been silenced by their father right after the altercation between them was started. Mistress Angel, at around five in the afternoon, had seen her husband about some magazines that were missing in her second oldest son's chamber; a small talk was made between the two before the missing magazines were returned, Mistress Angel had left her husband's office peacefully after retrieving the items that she had been there to get.
He knew of the boys' educations and he also knew that his employer was rather disappointed over hearing that his sons had no further interest in having anymore educations under their belts—Daosi claimed that their employer was hopeful that, in the next few years, the boys would make a change on their decision in not furthering their educations. He was personally not sweating the issue on the Young Masters not wanting to pursue the matter of returning to school—Master Tazir and his Mistress were forever young... they were eternal, so they could, and they probably will, have other children that would be interested in going on with their educations and that would be interested in taking to the helm in following in either his or her father's footsteps.
Mistress Angel had slept with her husband the night before last; Mekaia claimed that their employer had been most happy after waking, so he and the adult members of his family were all thinking that it hadn't been just plain sleeping that had happened between the two of them—sixteen hundred years was a long time and his employer hadn't had anyone to sleep in his bed with him much less sleep with in all that time... it was very easy for them to think that the two had engaged in sex during their first night in sleeping in the same bed.
"If no sex occurred between them then he was just happy over not having a half-cold bed to sleep in, or get up from." he thought after letting his instincts take over in leading him through the house's many hallways.
At around the time that he had become his employer's Most Trusted Butler an instinct had come into being that revolved around his automatically knowing where his employer was in the house; he used this instinct to guide him to where he wanted to go. He went down two hallways, then he went up the staircase that wound around the foyer's right side, then he went down the hallway that was on the second level before stopping. The door that he was looking at was very normal in appearance and, from what he was able to hear, someone was on its other side. He could hear the muffled sounds of someone talking and of more than one replying back.
In a lot of ways, he wasn't but so surprised over seeing that his instinct had taken him to the door of the room where all of the tapes, newspaper articles, and photographs pertaining to his employer's search had been stored. What perfect a place for his employer to be and, if he was hearing things correctly, for his employer's just returned family to be. Without further ado, he stretched his hand forward then knocked on the door. His employer opened the door, then stepped out, after his second knock was done.
"Eldass? You, Zshon, Daosi, Yhozah, and Mekaia arrived safely?"
"Yessir. Some of the roads are a bit messy, and the wind is horrible, but I, my sons, and my daughter arrived safely." Eldass replied.
"Glad to hear that," his employer said before diving in on what he wanted him to do that morning. "I've got the bigger of my assistants tending the goats, sheep, and horses today—other than your usual, I want you to keep your eye on the back. The ocean had a three-foot swell to it last night; contact me if it creeps in closer or comes in contact with the lowest pasture, hear me?" TazirVile said.
"Yessir, I'll do that." Eldass said. His employer said nothing more; he just ducked back into the chamber that he had formerly been in. After being given his morning orders, he turned then went down the hall to do them.
They said that one started off on a new leg, or had a fresh start, when the coming of a new day came around—in regards to this, he had put Lhaklar's little challenge towards him behind him. He and his son had started off with a clean slate that morning, which was still as clean as could be now, twenty-five minutes after breakfast was consumed.
He had seen to it in making breakfast for the family that morning; except for him and his wife, everyone had eaten in relative silence. When he had been younger, he had preferred for the table's inhabitants to be silent during the meal's consuming; now that he was older, and was a husband and father, he liked for conversation to be done and for a little bit of cling, clang, and clatter to be heard during the task of the family's meal being consumed. It gave the room a lived-in feeling and it also made him feel like he had a normal family—Angel had waited until he was done with his morning meal yesterday to talk to him while she had gone right on in in talking to him during yesterday's lunch and then supper and then that morning's meal. He was looking forward to when the boys, and Eshal, engaged one another, or just plain spoke or made noise, while at the table—as of right now, they were just being quiet when they ate; to have all of his family engaged in conversation while being at the table would be a grand thing, he thought.
After the meal was consumed, he had excused himself; a few phone calls had been returned, and a few important matters had been squared away, then he had tracked his wife and sons down. He had made the sudden decision in showing them his efforts in trying to find them—it might bring him and them closer together and it might also close that still open crack that was present on him in regards to his wife's and sons' disappearance.
Last night, at around the time that they were all slated to go to bed, Angel had, once again, joined him in their bedroom chamber; while sleeping in the same bed with her, and while having his front side pushed up against her backside, had been nice he had still worried a little over the boys, who had been and were still a little on the nervous side.
Bile and Lhaklar, when they had been very little, had been terrified of storms. If the Silencer spell wasn't used in time, or if they so much as saw a lightning bolt, they'd be screaming and then either hiding behind some item in the house that'd keep them hidden or they'd come running for him or Angel. When the storms started at night, them two would come running down the hallway to his and his wife's bedroom chamber, where they'd be allowed to sleep with them for the remainder of the night. The two had stopped doing this at four hundred or so years of age—he had missed that period in their lives after they had stopped doing it and, honestly, he had been hoping to re-live it with both Hazaar and Lazeer when they reached that walking and talking stage in their lives. With the boys being in their mid-teenage years, he hadn't had to worry about having them run from the third level to the second and then jumping into bed with him and his wife—it seemed that both Bile and Hazaar liked storms; Bile had been noted as looking out one or more of the house's windows to see the storm as it progressed yesterday afternoon and Hazaar had been noted as staring out one of the two windows in his bedroom chamber at the same time.
Even though Lazeer looked to be a little more settled in the house he was still a wee bit concerned about him—this son of his had sounded a bit depressed yesterday and, that morning, he had still sounded depressed. He was hoping that he'd either speak of what was bothering him or that his depression would disappear after all that was in the room that he had taken him, his mother, and his brothers to was shown to him.
He wanted them to stay in the room for a while. He wanted them to read the newspaper articles, or watch a few of the broadcasts that had been recorded, or look at the photographs that were framed. Instead of staying in the room with them, he was to leave them be—he wanted them to see his efforts in trying to find them on their own.
"There has to be over fifty newspaper articles in this room!" Lhaklar said in a low, but quite elevated, voice.
"Much more than that, son." TazirVile said. "The albums on the room's bookcases don't just contain photographs of you, your brothers, and your mother—there's a couple that have nothing but newspaper articles in them."
"You really did do a lot in searching for us, didn't you?" TazirVile jumped; Angel, who was standing directly beside him, had reached her hand up. Just feeling her hand wrap around his own made him want to melt.
"Yes, My Love. The only one who kept the search going," TazirVile said. "Other than my mother, Cheshire, and their family, and Qeeta, I was the only one in the Surfeit clan to continue looking for you and the boys."
"I'm almost afraid to sit and read some of the articles that're in the albums that you mentioned." Angel said in awe. "The room almost looks like a museum, Tazzy."
"Almost? Mom! It is a museum! The museum feeling is very showy in here!" Lhaklar came close to exclaiming.
The room, which, before she and the boys left the planet for Earth, hadn't been used, was very different now; it looked like Tazir, in the time that she and the boys had been "missing", had been busy in reorganizing the room so it'd look somewhat like a shrine.
This room, which had been a bedroom sixteen hundred years ago, was lacking all of its bedroom furniture; a dark brown couch was to the far left of the room while, before it, was a brown-wood coffee table—that was as bare as could be. A hovering screen, that had a red and yellow pulsating frame to it, was before the coffee table; the rest of the room, while looking to be well organized, was a bit cluttered to her. There were several shelves and bookcases in the room; the shelves had photographs of her and her sons on them while one of the room's bookcases was dominated by either framed newspaper articles or newspaper articles that were being held up by a wooden or plastic stand. Another bookcase had nothing but video tapes and discs on it; the one that was beside it was dominated by photographs of women and children who, for some strange reason, looked eerily similar to her and her sons. The fifth and last bookcase, that was near to where the room's one window was, contained nothing but picture albums on its shelves.
Before she could say anything else on what she was seeing, Tazir turned towards her; while keeping her hand on his, he led her to the couch. The boys followed closely behind them. Once they were all seated, Tazir said a spell that'd make a few of the room's items hover up from their stationed places; these items flew across the room then landed very quietly on the stationed coffee table. Once the items were before them, he turned then left the room.
"Stay for a while, do some reading and tape watching." he said before leaving the room. "If any of you wish to see or speak with me, I'll be in my office."
Seeing as she and her children had just had the option of not looking at any of the items in the room removed from their list of things to do she took the first of the items that were on the coffee table up. The book that she took up was big, heavy, and it had a title on it that said First 100 Years—she guessed that the book's title revolved around the first one hundred years that she and her sons had been missing and the first one hundred years of her family's search for them.
To her amazement, when she opened the book, the first article that her eyes landed on was on Lazeer's birth; the one that was beside it was of his being discharged from the hospital and then being brought home.
Lazeer, after seeing that the two articles were on him, slid over closer to see what all had been written on him.
From the Moas Proctoris Times, February 15, 2499 (Page 1)
Surfeit Family Scare—Baby Born Prematurely
For some, the birth of a baby is a happy, joyous occasion full of wonder, amazement, and emotion; for the Surfeit family, who's numbers were boosted by one two days ago, it was full of emotion but lacking all the rest of what is felt after new life is born. A great scare was given to the family after Mrs. Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit, the Universal Wife of TazirVile Lajoshu Surfeit, and the daughter and Family Mate of our galaxy's ruler, Master Vile, found that her pregnancy, which was noted over five months ago, was coming to a too-early conclusion.
While the scare was taken seriously by the family's various members it took a while for the Universe's many news networks to realize that it wasn't a false report; almost all of the news agencies located in the M-51 Galaxy are reputed to of discarded the report on the premature birth of Mrs. Vile-Surfeit's baby—until a family member confirmed that the scare happened, and that Mrs. Vile-Surfeit was in labor, the reports were forgotten. Mrs. Vile-Surfeit, before the too-early conclusion to her pregnancy occurred, was noted as being fine and on-schedule for one in her condition—she was seen as gaining the weight appropriate for her, she was seen as consuming the foods and beverages appropriate for one who's pregnant, and she was seen as doing pregnancy-appropriate exercises. She was also noted as looking after her three sons, Bile Vile, sired by her own father, LhaklarVile Closhu Surfeit and HazaarVile Tlair Surfeit, sired by her Universal Husband, and her adopted daughter, EshalVile Eskara Surfeit, who was born through her Universal Husband's first wife, Bespe Rakaduc. Many of the news agencies that discarded the report are now disclosing their deep apologies to the family for their assumption of the report being a false one.
It's being reported that Mrs. Vile-Surfeit's water broke an hour after noon-hour struck; instead of being slow in taking her up, and in taking her to the hospital, her husband grabbed and then whisked her away. Cawanuuk Hospital is where she is said to of been admitted. Labor was swiftly induced after she was admitted to the hospital; seven hours after labor was induced, she gave birth to her fourth child, who is said to be of the male gender.
"The child was born healthy... he acted fine despite being born rather tiny." Cheshire Ubalki, TazirVile Surfeit's stepfather and Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit's step-uncle turned father-in-law, said when questioned on the baby born to his stepson and daughter-in-law. Four hours after he was born, the tiny newborn to the pair was noted as not being fine; it's being reported that he's now in Cawanuuk Hospital's Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. "While a date to his homecoming isn't known, or is being told to us, they're doing all that they can to help the child grow stronger and be able to come home."
One has to wonder why too early deliveries occur; with having three normal-run pregnancies, and deliveries, and with having been told that she was on schedule for her current pregnancy, Mrs. Vile-Surfeit shouldn't of had such an early end to her pregnancy or such a difficult delivery of her youngest child—or so says some. According to historians, and medical professionals, too-early births and difficult deliveries happen all the time and, usually, it happens more often after the third child has been conceived and then born. According to historians, who've done deep research on the Surfeit family line, too-early births and difficult births have happened in the past with the Surfeits.
Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit's grandfather, KurukVile Shonsinu Surfeit, was born at six and a half months gestation; though being sick for the first fifty years of his life it's said that, once he got to being fully healthy, he stayed healthy. Going back further in the line, Elga Ifica Shaar, the mother of DuruVile Bolushi Surfeit, who's Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit's great-grandfather, died two weeks after giving birth to her only surviving child—Egla Ifica Shaar passed away after contracting a bout of Puerperal Fever, which her great-great granddaughter also gained after giving birth to her second child, LhaklarVile Closhu Surfeit. The great-great-great grandmother of Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit, Frahfrie Cloridona, is also on record for having experienced a difficult delivery of a child—her son, ShaamVile Kondee Surfeit, who's Mrs. Vile-Surfeit's great-great grandfather, was born after staying in the womb for nearly ten months; it's said that his mother had to be cut for him to safely pass through her.
Continuing with the historical aspects of the Surfeit family, it's very well-known that Mrs. Surfeit carries a double line to the Surfeit's—her grandparents, great-grandparents, great-great grandparents, and so on are all listed in her pedigree twice. This occurred after her father, Master Vile, had relations with one named Helen of Earth, who, unbeknown to him, was also a descendant of his father.
Those more concerned with the medical aspects of what happened pin the presence of Mrs. Vile-Surfeit's double pedigree as the cause for the too-early delivery of her new son—the claim of her double pedigree causing her uterus to not be as strong as that of one who doesn't have a double pedigree to them seems to be right strong in this assumption on what caused the too-early birth of Mrs. Vile-Surfeit's baby to occur. Others say that the blame is on Mrs. Vile-Surfeit having a baby too soon after her previous pregnancy came to a close—Mrs. Vile-Surfeit's two, older sons have a hundred years between them in age and so do her two younger sons.
With the history behind KurukVile Shonsinu Surfeit's birth, and later galactic doings, known many are wondering if history's repeating itself with a premature baby being born in the Surfeit clan who could well become the next conquering terror. Many are also wondering if this baby will be the final one born to the pair who made him. Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit is said to be doing well after giving birth and so are her other children; her husband, TazirVile Lajoshu Surfeit, is also said to be doing well.
From the Iabrone Gizzette, March 11, 2499 (Page 2)
Premature Surfeit Baby Headed Home, Fears Still Great
The act of a couple taking their new baby home is said to be just as joyous as the birth of the baby itself; for the Surfeit family, there is no joy or excitement involved in the homecoming of their newest member, who was born prematurely nearly four weeks ago. The scare for this family, which started at around one o'clock, after Mrs. Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit, the Universal Wife of TazirVile Lajoshu Surfeit, and the daughter and Family Mate of the M-51 Galaxy's ruler, Vile Vile, who's better known far and wide as Master Vile, found that her water had broken on her during her descent down one of the staircases in her husband's home, is still on-going.
The hospital that any expecting woman is admitted to is suppose to provide care for both expecting mother and newborn baby; according to some sources, the professionals that work the hospital that Mrs. Vile-Surfeit was taken to didn't give adequate enough care to her tiny newborn—Mr. Surfeit, it is said, gave the hospital an estimated one billion dollars with the hopes that they'd keep looking after his son and for them to keep his son in the NICU. It seems that the doctors had gotten enough of the man because, earlier today, a car owned by Mr. Surfeit was seen as being parked before the hospital. Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit was spotted as leaving the hospital a few minutes after the car was parked; she had a small bundle with her that's been confirmed by both hospital staff and family as being the infant that she gave birth to prematurely. LazeerVile Zuluduz Surfeit, the newborn Surfeit, is being reported as still looking rather ill and weak upon his discharge from the hospital
"We did all that we could... there was just no use in our going into further care of the infant born to the two of them." the doctor who was in charge of the young infant Surfeit's care said upon being questioned about the dismissal of the young infant. "Sadly, he wasn't doing much in growth, or in movement, so we decided that, in good retrospect with the Surfeit family, we should send him home."
TazirVile Surfeit has been reported as saying that he has plans to sue the hospital for their discontinuing the care needed for his son and for all the headaches that they caused both he and his wife to go through during the three and a half weeks that their son was in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. The doctors at Cawanuuk Hospital have given the young Surfeit baby only two days to live before he succumbs to his too-early birth and still weakened state. The only ones who stayed at the young infant's side are said to be his parents, his grandfather, Cheshire Ubalki, and TazirVile Surfeit's neighbor and good friend, Gloar Rovnitov.
"I'm glad that their "predictions" with you weren't proved correct," Angel said after reading the two articles and then turning the album's page over. "I'd be lacking you if what they had said would happen happened."
"Dad put all of that money into the hospital and they still sent me away?" Lazeer asked. "They should of given me care without needing to be paid to do so."
"Closer-lying hospitals aren't always the best of hospitals to go to." Angel said. "You, and your brothers, won't ever step foot in Cawanuuk Hospital again."
From the Moas Huround, June 14, 2499 (Page 1)
DISAPPEARED: Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit And Sons Discovered Missing
In the event of a normal disappearance, one wouldn't see an article like this being written or put in the paper; due to the history of one of the noted missing persons, this article, along with the broadcasts that have been done over the last four hours, has to be written.
Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit was known six hundred years ago to be one who would never settle down; she, for several years, forced her family to drop their lives to both chase and tame her down. After several years on the run, and after giving birth to two children, she seemed to of settled down—Mr. TazirVile Lajoshu Surfeit, the woman's Universal Husband, is said to be the one who tamed this said-to-be untameable woman. Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit was said to be very happy between her final capture and now; the claim of her having given herself to her Universal Husband was made by both herself and her husband and by various members of their family—one has to wonder if she's decided to become unsettled again because, as of this early morning, the woman, along with all of her sons, one being very ill from being born prematurely at five and a half months gestation, was discovered as being missing from the place that she called home.
"She seemed fine the day before... maybe a little distant, yes, but she gave no signs on wanting to go anywhere." TazirVile Surfeit said after being questioned about his wife's, and their sons', disappearance. "I woke up this morning to discover that she and all of the boys are missing... I can't describe how I feel right now. It's surreal... I don't want it to be real but it is."
Space traffic has been put to a near-halt all over; motorists are being questioned; everyone in the Surfeit family has been questioned; and most everyone who works for TazirVile Surfeit has been interviewed on what they know of what the past day's events were like for Mrs. Vile-Surfeit. Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit gave birth four months ago to a premature baby, who was swiftly named LazeerVile Zuluduz Surfeit; against all odds, he made it past the hospital's reputed two days that was claimed for his survival period.
The thought of her growing overly stressed over the events of the last four months and then coming up with the idea of grabbing her four sons and then disappearing for a while before returning has been thought by many. Many are hoping that this thought is true.
From the Zostriri Werd, June 17, 2499 (Page 1)
Master Vile Cited As Cause For Daughter's And Grandsons' Disappearance
The Universe, a few days ago, was stunned to discover that the wayward daughter of Vile Vile, the ruler of the M-51 Galaxy, which neighbors our own, who's better known far and wide as Master Vile, disappeared along with her four sons, one being rather weak after being born prematurely—the Universe is now in further disbelief after discovering the reputed cause for the disappearance. An employee of TazirVile Surfeit, the Universal Husband of Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit, and the son-in-law of Master Vile, told of how a phone call from Master Vile had sparked a fierce fight between the two during an interview a few days ago—sources say that the two had other telephone conducted conversations on the day before the noted disappearance that were just as fiery as the one that's being called the main reason to why Mrs. Vile-Surfeit left with her four sons. Soon after hearing what had happened on the phone, and about the fights that had happened between the two, a search was quickly called up to find Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit and her sons. Master Vile wasn't available for comment but has been said to be apart of the search.
Angel turned the pages slowly; she learned of how her father had checked through his galaxies for only her and Bile—while he had also looked for Lhaklar, Hazaar, and Lazeer he had done so only half-heartily, which was no surprise to her. Her father had never accepted nor allowed for her sons by Tazir to call him their grandfather much less be called his grandchildren—the Zostriri Werd article had come from the planet Zostriri, which was in the nearby YLV 42C Galaxy. Her grandfather had accepted Lhaklar, Hazaar, and Lazeer as his nephews, and her great-grandfather had accepted her sons by Tazir as his grandchildren, while her father had just plain refused to do so. In regards to her sons by Tazir, her father had treated them like crap. If Lhaklar had so much as spoken to the man the man would simply stick his nose in the air and then walk away; one time, when Lhaklar had actually asked the man to hold him, the man had sniffed before "pushing" him over to his back and then walking away.
Her father had been fully against Bile playing and rough-housing with Lhaklar and he had also been against Bile calling Lhaklar his brother. At one time, her father had wanted her to abandon Bile—to just leave him in the desert. He had wanted to make a "better son"; she had never let him have the opportunity to do so—even when he had raped her during the week that she had been at his place she hadn't given in. She had used a spell to make herself become infertile just to prevent the man from making her have another child by him.
Angel turned the pages, going from two to nine in a little under two minutes; after reaching the tenth page, she stopped then started reading. Her sons did the same as she.
From the Ionov Citizen Bungle, June 11, 2500 (Page 1)
One Year—Angel Irene And Sons Still Missing
A year ago today it was reported that five members of one of the most prominent families in the M-51 Galaxy went missing—despite intense searches, interviews, and thousands of broadcasts, the woman and her sons haven't been found or returned home. While most of the Universe's population has gone back to its usual life the Surfeit clan hasn't. Many of the womenfolk have remained home, to look after the house, and the children that live in the house, while the menfolk are conducting searches that have, so far, garnered nothing but attention. The planets in Vile Vile's conquered galaxies (the Betta, the Dark, and the M-51, the latter being his and his family's galaxy of birth and origin) have all been searched with no results being found. The galaxies, and the lone planet, that KurukVile Surfeit has in his possession have also been searched with no results being found and the same goes for the galaxies that are under control by DuruVile Surfeit, ShaamVile Surfeit, and TrobrencusVile Surfeit. One has to wonder if, possibly, Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit and her four children didn't just disappear but were kidnapped.
"No, that's impossible. My place is locked up tight—nothing, not even a rat, can get in." TazirVile Surfeit, the Universal Husband of Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit, and the biological father of three of the four missing boys, said after being asked if his wife and sons had been kidnapped.
The Surfeit clan are now broadening their search to include other areas in the Universe—to the known planets and galaxies that are on record.
The next few pages had nothing more than articles of the stitch-up sort—articles that had maybe a new sentence or a new detail or two included among a bunch of recycled material—on them; she merely flipped the pages before putting the book down. The next book that she took up she wasn't looking forward to opening—it was like an inner voice was telling her that the articles that were contained in the book were full of sorrow and that she didn't want to read or concern herself with the words that had been written in them. In the end, it was her secondborn son who opened the book and then started the process of their taking in the articles that were in it. Unlike the first book, this one had no name-tag or title on it; it was as blank as could be.
From the Gamma Vile Entreprise, April 18, 2699 (Page 1)
Master Vile Returns Home, Declares Search Over
The Universal search for Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit, and for her four sons, began two hundred years ago; along with the whole of her family the eyes of many in the Universe were on the look-out for either her or for her sons. As of this afternoon, one of the people who took heavy interest in the search for the missing persons in his family dropped out of the search; Master Vile, the ruler of our galaxy, took to the podium, that was placed before the front gate of his palace home, then said that his involvement in the search was over and that it was very evident that his missing loved ones weren't to be found or returned home.
"My heart's heavy with this conference but I decree on this day that my daughter, and my wife, and our eight hundred year old son are gone and that my presence in the search that's being conducted for them is over." the man said after taking to the podium. "If the two were alive, or were around in the Universe, me and mine would of known about it and they would of been found and then returned to their prior station. With no evidence of their being anywhere, and with there being no sightings of them, it's quite obvious that they are gone and that they won't be returning home."
A full day of silence was announced soon after he announced that his involvement in the search was to be put to an end; Rita Repulsa, Rito Revolto, and Lord Zedd, the two older children and the son-in-law of our ruler, dropped out of the search for their missing loved ones six months ago. Master Vile's father, KurukVile Surfeit; grandfather, DuruVile Surfeit; great-grandfather, ShaamVile Surfeit; and great-great uncle, TrobrencusVile Surfeit, are still searching for and are still hoping to find Mrs. Vile-Surfeit and her four sons. TazirVile Lajoshu Surfeit and his entourage, consisting of Ashaklar Ubalki, née Zoopray, and her husband, Cheshire Ubalki, and their children, and QeetaVile Tintissi Surfeit, are also still heavily involved in looking for their missing loved ones. The rest of Master Vile's aunts and uncles, and his two siblings, Dara Dara Surfeit and Triskull Surfeit, are also still searching and clinging to the hope that their missing loved ones are out there and that they will be found and then returned home.
From the Beglilles Taphloz Juynol, August 19, 2699 (Page 2)
TrobrencusVile Surfeit Returns Home
The citizens of the M-51 Galaxy are still reeling after learning of their ruler's cease involvement in the search for his daughter and Family Mate, Angel Irene; now, four months and one day after Master Vile's cease in looking for his daughter and their one child was made known to the public, another shock rocks the citizens of the galaxy—TrobrencusVile Bloym Surfeit, the lone-surviving son of IackVile Uovo Surfeit and Birava Yamubabba, announced that he was dropping out of the search for his missing family members late last night. This early morning, he was noted as appearing and then going into his castle home; he spoke none of his cease involvement in the search, he just went into his home and then locked the door behind him.
From the Gamma Vile Deespatch, November 12, 2699 (Page 2)
DuruVile Surfeit Says No More, Returns Home
While there's a possibility that it's just fate that called DuruVile Bolushi Surfeit, the son of ShaamVile Kondee Surfeit and Egla Ifica Shaar, home there's also a claim of a threat being made that could also be the cause for his waving the white flag of surrender on the search for his missing family members.
DuruVile Surfeit, the man who did so much in looking for Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit, his great-granddaughter, and her four sons, one being his great-grandson while the others being his grandsons, has been reported to of received a phone call late last afternoon from his wife, who disclosed that she and their children may not be found as being in his home if he continued with the search. It's possible that it's time for the wounds to be healed; if Mrs. Vile-Surfeit, and her sons, were to be found they would of been found long before now. Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit, and her four sons, disappeared without a trace two hundred years ago; they are still missing.
From the Moas Interpretor, October 30, 2799 (Page 1)
A Shocker: ShaamVile Surfeit and Company Call It Quits
In a shocking turn of events, the call to end the search for their missing loved ones was done by our planet's ruler, Master Vile, and by his great-great uncle, TrobrencusVile Bloym Surfeit, and then by his grandfather, DuruVile Bolushi Surfeit; it looks like the bulk of the Surfeit family have followed in their footsteps a hundred years later.
ShaamVile Kondee Surfeit, the son of RaalVile Dawlur Surfeit and Frahfrie Cloridona, and the nephew of TrobrencusVile Bloym Surfeit, called his efforts in looking for Mrs. Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit off early yesterday morning; he, along with all of the ones who joined him in his attempts to find his missing loved ones, returned home late yesterday afternoon. None of the returned Surfeits, or their kinsmen and women, have said anything on why they decided to drop out of the search. ShaamVile Surfeit was said to be very close to Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit; along with mailing one another correspondence, and speaking on the phone almost continuously every week, they also saw one another periodically. His exit of the search is a great shock, and is said to be the main cause for the search being called to a permanent stop in the coming months to years to come.
There are now just five Surfeits involved in the search; TazirVile Lajoshu Surfeit, the leader and husband and father of the missing Surfeit family members, and his two siblings, KurukVile Shonsinu Surfeit and QeetaVile Tintissi Surfeit, and his niece and nephew, TriskullVile Surfeit and Dara DaraVile Surfeit. The Ubalki clan, consisting of Ashaklar Ubalki, née Zoopray, and her husband, Cheshire Ubalki, and their children, are also still heavy participants to the search.
"Your father would, naturally, be the first to leave the search." Angel said to Bile. She closed the book; the article on her great-great grandfather leaving the search was the only one of real interest to her and her sons, and it had also been the final entree in the book. With the book now being closed, she placed it on the table then grabbed the one that had been underneath it. With a sigh, she opened the book then started reading.
Most of the articles in the third book were repeats—recycled material that was published as a means to keep the public's interest or, in this case, to keep the search for her and her sons going. As she already knew, Tazir had searched Earth; he had sent his Goblins into the shields to look for her and her sons then he had called them out after one of the plagues had set in—an article on this was in the book, but it was one of the final-placed articles that had been clipped and then kept for its value. After looking through the third book, she closed it then placed it on the table; the fourth book that she took up was a near-repeat of the third one. She put the fourth book on the table soon after taking it up then she took the final one that was on the stack up. She opened the book right after placing it on her lap.
From the Moas Chrunicler, May 12, 3299 (Page 1)
KurukVile Surfeit Declares Angel Irene and Sons Deceased, Goes Home
It was a shock to all after word was heard that KurukVile Shonsinu Surfeit, the man who was a big contributer to the search for his granddaughter and her sons, was putting a permenant end to his search for his missing family members. KurukVile Surfeit took to the stage that was placed before the capital steps of Deocomos, a planet that's in the Wycos Galaxy, which has been in his control for over three millenia, then he declared that he was both dropping out of the search and that he was emotionally tormented by the decision that he was making in abandoning his missing loved ones. He further declared that his granddaughter, Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit, and her four sons were deceased and were to never return home.
"The last seven hundred years have been very hard on me... I, as both a grandfather and brother-in-law, was very attached to Angel." KurukVile said soon after the declaration of his dropping out of the search was done. "All we can hope is that she is forever at peace with her sons and that we can move past the hardship that their disappearance has caused us to go through."
With KurukVile Surfeit, and his two children who accompanied him on his search, TriskullVile Surfeit and Dara DaraVile Surfeit, now out of the search it is now only TazirVile Surfeit, his younger sister, QeetaVile Surfeit, and the Ubalki family that are left to find where their missing family went or are. TazirVile Surfeit claims that he will continue to search for his wife and sons until his dying days.
From the Strotatis Taphlod, September 10, 3299 (Page 2)
TazirVile Surfeit Refuses Death Certificates
From the Zeta Thupsaloff Juynal, October 13, 3299 (Page 2)
TazirVile Surfeit Refuses To Accept Tombstones In Surfeit Cemetery
From the Thiche Overseer, December 4, 3400 (Page 2)
Surfeit Family Grows, Possibly Healing
It seems that the Surfeit family has returned to a normal routine after most of their family's removal from the search for Mrs. Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit and her four sons occurred; along with being seen as congregating in certain public areas, and dealing with normal actions such as shopping and dating, there's also been reports of new arrivals coming into the family.
According to reports, Rita Repulsa, the oldest daughter of Vile Vile, the man better known as Master Vile, and the man who rules over the M-51 Galaxy, has given birth to her first child—a boy, who was given the name of Thrax. No other offspring have been born through Irka Shaiden, KurukVile Surfeit's wife, or through Cyla Dybla, DuruVile Surfeit's wife, or through Bahne Brotzol, the wife of TrobrencusVile Surfeit; ShaamVile Surfeit, the man who's been proclaimed as being the most eligible bachelor in the Universe, hasn't settled down to finding anyone to become steady with or has married or created any further offspring—though it has been noted that he was seen as dating two women two hundred and three hundred and fifty years ago.
"While we're not fully ourselves yet we're getting there. It takes time when events like ours strike for one to heal and then return to normal living." Irka Surfeit, née Shaiden, said when questioned on her family's return to normal life.
We all wish the Surfeit's well in their recovery; it's being reported that TazirVile Surfeit, his sister, QeetaVile Surfeit, and the Ubalki family are still searching for Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit and her sons. None of their party has disclosed an interest in dropping out or returning to a normal way of life.
From the Uanope Banner, June 16, 3829 (Page 2)
Woman Who Claimed To Be Angel Irene Flees Moas
In a startling report, the woman who caused a sensation by claiming herself to be the Universe's most sought after missing person, Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit, fled Moas after being declared as being nothing more than a fraud. The woman, who looked very much like the missing Surfeit wife, even having her hair and eye colors, claimed that she ran off after having a verbal altercation with her father; all of the claims that she put out on the air waves were known facts to many but the unknown ones, which are now being known as pure fabrications, seemed to mesh in well with the facts. The claimant said that, soon after running off, her youngest son, LazeerVile Zuluduz Surfeit, died; he was buried in the ocean soon after passing then she and her three surviving sons went to one of the planets in the nearby GR-264 Galaxy, where further hardships awaited them. The woman claimed that she was left as being childless after her oldest child, Bile Vile, passed away after contracting an illness that she wouldn't disclose; a further claim of her trying to commit suicide after the passing of her "lone-remaining" child's passing was made, which was pinned to the reason to why she was lame in her left leg.
The woman had everyone on the planet in such a frenzy that she was even called Angel Irene Vile-Surfeit, given lodgings in a high-class apartment, and treated to the finest of meals that the planet's finest restaurants could provide. TazirVile Surfeit, after learning of the woman's claims, rushed over to see her just two days ago; after seeing her, he reeled around then left the area. He said that the woman wasn't his wife thirty minutes after seeing her.
"She must of been one because she tore off right after he said that she was an imposter." Veelu Zoghun, who owns the restaurant where the woman was said to have a free pass in eating anything that she wanted, said. "She took off... she must of had a jet in that lame leg of hers—I've never seen anyone run that fast before in my life!"
The woman was swiftly identified as Afata Sliziban, a local woman who had a tendency to fake injuries to gain sympathy and free stuff from unwary patrons. Afata Sliziban was apprehended on the planet Koolaz, which is another planet in the M-51 Galaxy, and was put up on charges of trying to impose a missing person six hours after being noted as being a fraud.
"How long have we been in here?" Hazaar asked. The article on Afata Sliziban had been the last one in the book worth reading; the rest had nothing more than recycled material in them.
"According to the clock that's outside the room, about an hour and twenty minutes." Lhaklar replied.
"Can we go someplace else, momma?" Hazaar asked, he then started begging. "Please... pretty please with gum drops and cherries and—"
"Yes honey, you and your brothers can go do as you please." Angel said. After saying this, she said, "Hazaar, be careful if you look out the window. Only look out the back woh—"
"—ooooo, please don't tell me that you've abandoned me like everyone else has! You're the only ones who've stuck by me! Where are you? What have I done to make you run off? Hello? Hello? Anyone in the apartment? Helllooooo!"
"Momma?" Hazaar asked. His mother had gotten up from the couch suddenly; the final book of articles had fallen from her hands. It was now on the floor, at her feet. She had a very scared look on her face and she looked a bit stiff to him. "Mom!"
It was there one second and then gone the next—the nasally-sounding voice of a male being, who's voice was cracking due to either his youth or hysteria, was heard very briefly before her son's tough-sounding voice, that was clouded in more than enough concern for her, took its place. Once the unknown voice was gone, and once she noticed that her sons looked tense, she shook her shoulders then started the process of collecting the things that Tazir had spell-sent to the room's coffee table. Once all of the books were in her hands, she took them to the bookcase that they had come from.
"Contact via magic and earnesty is one of the first things that's taught to a pupil after he or she starts going to Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic," she thought while putting the picture albums back on the one bookcase that was close to the room's window. "Some contact the ones that they want to talk to or with by simply saying their name, others yell the name of the one that they want to talk to; a small percentage will just think the name of their contactee. Contact via magic and earnesty is usually only done in emergency situations—other than me and my sons, there's no one out there that we know of who both does magic and would consider contacting us via this means."
As far as she knew, no one who was called by this means had never not responded to the one who was trying to get in contact with them; since no further word came from the one that she had just heard, and since she didn't know who it was that she had just heard, she ignored the brief contact. Other than her family members, she knew no one who did magic or who would consider contacting her or one of her children via magic and earnesty; all of her sons' old school buddies had, for the most part, forgotten about her sons, and she had not once spoken to any of the peers that her sons had associated themselves with during their schooling years, so none of their past-schooling chums would be trying to get in contact with her either.
After returning the books to their bookcase, then flashing her eyes around the room once, she turned then gestured for her sons to follow her. They stood from the room's couch then followed her as she left the room; she, who felt a need to be out of the room, led them down the hall to the room that she had joined her husband in for the last two nights. The clear glass, purple-colored door knob, that went to the room, was grabbed and then twisted after she and her sons reached it; with a push, she pushed the door in then went into the room—since she didn't want her sons to grow nervous of the room that they had just entered, and since she didn't want Tazir to become startled after walking down the hallway and then noticing that the door to their chamber was open, she left the door open after they were all inside.
"Mom, are those your pet Sekhems?" Lhaklar exclaimed after seeing the three animals that were lying on the room's bed.
"What are those things?" Hazaar asked.
Except for a few things, the room, to him, looked pretty basic; the first thing that he had noticed was the room's size—it was large... nearly twice the size of a normal master bedroom, which was already large in his standards. The style in this room, while looking elegant and somewhat modern, was Gothic in origin.
A silver-gray painted chandelier, that had light gray colored chains hanging from it, was hanging down from the ceiling's center; each of the room's walls had a wrought iron sconce on them—the candles contained in the sconces looked rather old, but were unlit. The bed that was in the room was huge; while the head and baseboard were black only the headboard had a bat's head on it. The baseboard had fang-like designs on it.
The comforter that was on the bed was right shiny; it was a black and purple color and it looked rather soft and velvet-like in texture. The sheets that were under the comforter were a plain dark purple color. There were seven pillows on the bed—two were normal in size while three others were of the throw variety; the two remaining pillows were small and circular in shape. All of the bed's pillows were encased in dark purple pillow cases that had white tassels on their edges. A gold T and S was stitched on each of the pillow cases. The black bedside table, that was to the left of the bed, had a unique lamp on it; the lamp had one of them metal frame shades, that had glowing green glass in it, on it. The lamp's base looked to be both metal and have oil in it. A book, that had a red spine, but a dark green front and back flap, was beside the lamp; a black alarm clock, that had digital numbers on it, was before the lamp and book.
The black dresser, that was to the left of the room, had a dark purple cloth draped over it; like with any other dresser, this one had a phone and many family-made photographs lining its top. Above the dresser, mounted on the wall, was the head of an animal that had black and gray fur on its face; the spiraling horns, that were between the animal's small ears, were a unique purple color. Like with the room that they had just come from, the room that they were in had a screen in it that hovered on air—it was a few steps away from the bed's foot.
The bookcase, that was of the swayed-over variety, and that was in the room's bottom left corner, had a few things on it—two black glass dragons, three skeletal bats, a dark purple lizard, that had ruby red eyes in its face, a taxidermied Red-bellied pirahna, and a jarred Octopus for starters; the Cigar box, that was on the bookcase's middle shelf, gave him the idea that his father smoked cigars. Above the bookcase, mounted rather tastefully on the wall, was a rather nicely preserved Ceolocanth; to the right of the Ceolocanth was another taxidermied fish—it looked vastly different than the fish that was beside it. It was round, it had sharp teeth in its mouth, and it had spikes running along its back and sides—to him, the spiky fish looked similar to a Puffer fish.
A large, live-motion portrait of glowing, multi-green goo was between the room's dresser and walk-in bathroom; one look at the portrait caused his imagination to run, he found himself as liking the portrait very fast.
The room's walls and carpet were dark purple in color while the ceiling was a light purple color; he wasn't but so surprised over seeing that his bat-obsessed old man had more than one piece of bat decor in the room—along with the three skeletal bats, that were on the room's one bookcase, there was also a framed skeleton of a species of bat hanging on the wall that was to the left of the room's door. From the looks of the skeleton, he was able to note that the animal had been rather young when it died—the small bones had been arranged very well, and they were all present and accounted for.
The second thing that he had seen after entering the room were the three animals that were lying on the bed. The animals looked very much like a skunk; the smaller one, that had white vertical stripes on a black base coat, looked very much like a skunk while the other two were differently colored than the animal that they resembled. All of the animals that were on the bed had collars on them; they had long claws on their feet and small, pointy noses that were either a pink, a light brown, or a mottled pink color. He was taking a step closer to the animals when he noticed that the room's other side had stuff on it too.
"No surprise over seeing that there's a cat tree in here," Hazaar thought after seeing the tall structure that a cat would normally use. The cat tree was tall and wide; it looked much like an oak tree, but it had all sorts of openings and platforms on it to accommodate the animals that used it. A box of animal toys was to the left of the structure while, to its right, were six ceramic bowls.
A walk-in closet was to the right of the room's bed; a few steps from the cat tree was a black oak vanity, that had several bottles of perfume, a makeup kit, and a vase that had three red roses in it on it. A matching stool sat before the vanity. Beside the vanity was a rather impressive armoire; except for its black and gold coloration, it was very normal in appearance. It didn't take him and his brothers long to figure that the room's right side was their mother's; their father had obviously split the room in half to accommodate both his and their mother's interests.
"Ma..." Lazeer said after seeing that his mother had taken a seat on the room's bed. All three of the skunk-like animals had gotten up and then crawled over to her; they were all on her lap now. "Mom, what're them animals on your lap? Are they skunks or... what?"
"No. They're not skunks—there's no scent glands on them." Angel replied. "These are Sekhems, Lazie. A domesticated animal that acts like a Ferret but that looks like a skunk. They don't bite unless provoked, they don't scratch, and they're easy to tame."
"C-can I pet one?" Lazeer asked timidly.
"Of course." Angel said. The one that she maneuvered had creamy white and lemon-brown fur on it; the nose was a mottled pink color. Lazeer, after hearing that he could pet one of the animals, went over to the bed. He sat down then went to pet the animal that had just been maneuvered. "This is Zeox—my first Sekhem."
"What's the names of the other two?" Lazeer asked. After petting the animal named Zeox, he noted that the animal's fur was really soft.
"Exutho is the fully brown one," Angel replied. "Elaye is the little girl... the one that—"
"Looks like a skunk." Lazeer said.
"Man, I have some weird parents." Bile said. The heads of his mother and brothers jerked up; they gave him a shocked look. "What? One of my parents likes bats while the other likes skunks. Two very different animals."
"Don't forget the fish now."
Lazeer jumped after hearing the voice that belonged to none other than his father. He looked in all directions after hearing the voice then, after his eyes locked on the motion-animated goo portrait, he came close to yelling—his father, who looked to of just gotten through with a session in the gym, slid out of the portrait. The man, after coming out of the portrait, remained on one knee for a second before standing; the dark green tuxedo, that he had been wearing earlier, was lacking its jacket and medium green vest. After a few seconds passed, he saw that both items were draped over his father's arm. The white shirt, that had lace-like belled cuffs on the ends of its sleeves, was damp in the armpit, chest, and back regions while the inner thighs of the tuxedo's pants were more than a little wet. He looked at the lace cravat tie, that was around the man's neck, for a few seconds before training his attention to the man himself.
"Lazeer!" Angel whispered after her son's attention became absorbed in his father. After jumping, his hand had become bunched over a section of fur that was on Zeox's back; working fast, she freed her pet, who looked more than willing to bite her son. Once her pet was free of her son's grip, she sent him on his way.
Before leaving the room, that all of the stuff pertaining to his search for her and her sons was in, Tazir had said that he'd be in his office; before entering the chamber that they were all in, she had figured that he was still in that room—it was very apparent now that the man hadn't been in his office. He had been in the room, that ran off the secret tunnel, that was in the downstairs study, instead.
The room that he had come from had been built over fifty thousand years ago; her husband mostly went to the room when he wanted to train with his Elemental powers—on occasion, he'd also use the room to train with his Acidic and Energy powers too. The motion-animated portrait had a slide-like tunnel behind it that was only used after her husband decided that his session in his private work-out room was done.
When she stood to address her husband her pets scrambled over to Lazeer; they jumped onto his lap at once, which gave him a sudden startle. Her youngest son very narrowly missed being bit by the younger of her pets, who he had grabbed in an attempt to get off of him.
"Haven't I told you to not use the gym while wearing your good clothes?" Angel said. Bile detected the notes of a tease in his mother's voice.
"I do believe I plumb forgot, my dear wife." TazirVile replied. He gave his sons a nod then said, "How long have you and the boys been in here?"
"Few minutes, hope you don't mind." Angel said. "Been in your "museum" reading up on the articles in the books that you moved from the bookcase to the table for a while—we needed a break."
"I don't mind, my love." TazirVile said after getting an explanation on why his family wasn't in the room where all of the articles, photographs, and taped broadcasts were in. After saying this, he turned to address his sons. "How're you four doing?"
"Rather well." Bile replied.
"Good," Hazaar said.
"Okay," Lazeer said.
"Same as them." Lhaklar said.
The Silencer spell hadn't been done in the room so they could hear the storm, which seemed to of gotten worse during their time spent in the room that their father had led them to. Hazaar could hear the tell-tale sounds of both rain and hail pelting the room's window, which looked to open up on a balcony; due to both the inner drapes, that were black and heavy in appearance, and the outer drapes, that were a dark purple color, and that looked to be made out of a very thin material, being half open he was able to see some of what was going on outside. He was giving it a good consideration about going to the window and then looking out it; his father, who must of known what he was thinking, beat him to the window before he had a chance to go to it—the drapes were pulled then his father turned to face him and his family.
The three Sekhems were fast in leaving Lazeer's lap after the window was blocked; they ran over to the cat tree then started climbing it. The three animals had just reached one of the tree's many platforms when a loud thunderclap was heard.
"Should I do the spell that'd make the storm's procured sounds not be able to be heard?" TazirVile asked. His hands were currently working the cravat tie from around his neck; it looked like he was about to undress himself, which caused him and his brothers to be a bit grossed out.
"No, we're fine." Angel said. "Hazaar has a big interest in weather, specifically storms. He's more interested in them than his brothers are."
"That's not true—I like storms as well, ma." Bile said, then added. "Just not as obsessed over them as Hazaar is."
"Are you saying that I'm storm obsessed?" Hazaar asked in a snap-like manner.
"When we were on Earth, your face became glued to the window after a storm started." Bile said, then added, "And, by my saying glued, I mean it. Ma had to drag him away from the windows when a storm came through."
"That's not true!" Hazaar snapped.
"Bile, Hazaar, not in the room please." Angel said. A verbal fight had been about to happen between the two; she had come in to prevent that from happening. "If you two are going to fuss and fight, do so outside, in the hallway, or in the gym."
Seeing as they had just been given their cue on leaving the room, they took it. Bile and Hazaar left the room first; they went a distance down the hallway before stopping and then turning to engage one another in conversation on who liked storms and who was obsessed over them. Lhaklar decided to go downstairs, to the gym that was on one of the hallways that came off the one that ran off the foyer. Lazeer followed him for a spell before deciding to do as he had wanted to do that morning—which was to explore the house a little more.
Bile, after concluding his conversation with Hazaar, went down to the gym; he wasn't but so surprised over seeing that Lhaklar had beat him to the room a few minutes after his descent down the stairs occurred. Just as Bile was starting in on the gym's various equipment, Eldass decided to leave the area that he was working in. The window that he was keeping in his near-imminent vicinity had become fogged over so it was either he move to a different portion of the house, so he could keep his eye on the property's back, or he run the risk of getting snapped at for not doing as he had been told to do earlier.