"What are you doing here 'Sephone? I did not ask for you to come here,
your presence is not needed now!" Armand was furious but tried to keep his
temper in check so he would not try to impulsively shoot somebody again. "I
came here to talk about us! You called One and did not mention me!" said
Persephone loud enough so that the people in the other offices of the
building could hear her. "What?! Is that all? 'Sephone, you are fine! You
are not the one in therapy! This has nothing to do with you!" Persephone's
eyes narrowed. "Nothing to do with me, my love? I think that this has a lot
to do with me! Why did you call the Twins but not me?!"
Armand rolled his eyes in frustration. "I told Dr. Fell that they were causing me great stress and I thought it would be a good thing if he met them. You are not causing me stress (he lowered his voice to a whisper so that the frightened secretary hiding behind her desk could not hear him) it is Armitage and her 'La Resistance' ilk who are causing me stress; it is that blasted Fortune-teller and her riddling talk that is causing me stress; it is those stupid Agents and their human counterparts poking their noses where they don't belong that is causing me stress; it is THOES TWO-" He pointed at the Twins, who cringed slightly "-constantly BLOWING UP THINGS causing me stress, but not you!"
Unfortunately for him, this did little to pacify his wife. "The only reason that I do not cause you any stress is because you always ignore me! Every time we go out to dinner, some La Puta sitting two tables away gets a free dessert and then you disappear for a half hour, and I have had it!" She turned to Dr. Fell's secretary. "You there! Tell your boss that we are all coming in now!" (Secretary: "Wah!")
A second later, everybody except for Miro (who decided that it was in her better interest to wait outside) was assembled in Dr. Fell's office.
Dr. Fell glanced about the strange group now assembled in the room. "Well," he said as cheerfully as he could manage, "How about we introduce ourselves? Armand, I already know you so how about you miss-" "*MRS.* I am Persephone, Armand's wife whom he conveniently forgets whenever we are in a restaurant that serves devil's food cake." "'Sephone, that is not true! I never-" "Oh be quiet!" Persephone snapped. "Those other two-" she gestured at the Twins "- Well, they're only known by their code names, One and Two." One had a sort of nervous grin on his face while Two desperately wished that he was back in the waiting room reading his copy of "Gun Fancy" or "Creative Tortures Weekly." (Author's note: "Patience" by Eyana ROCKS!)
"How can you tell them apart?" asked Dr. Fell. "We don't," said Armand and Persephone at the same time. One and Two looked at each other, a little insulted. "Ah... right. Anyhow, Armand was telling me how you, er, Twins cause him stress." The Twins looked at their master, shocked at the accusation. "Master, do you really think we cause you stress?" asked One. "Well, you two don't have the best record where bringing back vehicles in one piece is concerned. I swear, if I didn't have the ability to just progr- er, *order* a new car whenever I pleased you two would have been fired after the third car chase!" Two looked hurt. "But Master, that last, er, thing was not my fault, it was Armitage and her do-gooder ilk!" "Silence!" Armand cast a warning glare at his two minions, but fortunately Dr. Fell still didn't comprehend who Armitage was. "You were ordered to chase after the, ah, woman?" said the doctor quizzically. "Let's not get into that now, doctor, not now."
The fact that Armand seemed so flustered whenever the name "Armitage" was mentioned was greatly amusing to the doctor, considering that this name elicited no reaction from his wife. And what a woman his wife was... Dr. Fell sighed. "Idiot," he thought to himself, "Chasing after mere mortal women when you are married to a goddess."
"Demigoddess," muttered Armand softly, now wishing he had never summoned his two minions.
* * * * *
The conversation meandered in awkward circles for a while. Since they weren't sure of what information they could speak of in front of the doctor, One chose to act very secretive while Two acted excessively open to the point of hysterics. "...so you don't know why your, er, 'Master,' persists in to send all those young ladies cakes?"
"No. Nope, no idea. Not a clue."
"Well I certainly do know, mate! He simply adores sending beautiful women pastries! It's practically a fetish with him!"(Armand: o_O;;)
It went like that. Finally, Armand decided that the Twins would not really contribute to the session so he told them to go outside and wait. "And use the door, don't be so lazy!" Relived to be out of the room, the Twins and Miro left the building and went for a walk... to Nocturne Alley (the jewelry store there was having a sale on monogrammed rings).
And now there were three.
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Author's notes:
I have no idea how Armand and Dr. Fell are able to read each other's minds; clearly there's more to the good doctor that meets the eye *cough, cannibal, cough*.
Persephone (the "real" one) *was* a goddess: her mom was goddess of plants and her dad was Zeus (I think).
The description of the Twins' odd behavior is taken from the chapter on Men in Black in "The Big Book of the Unexplained" (Agents! In HATS! Agents in hats who don't know how to use PENS, FORKS, or FOOD!! And they ALL look like you-know-who!).
Nocturne Alley is "Knock-turn Alley" from Harry Potter; Miro'd better watch out which rings she buys...
Armand rolled his eyes in frustration. "I told Dr. Fell that they were causing me great stress and I thought it would be a good thing if he met them. You are not causing me stress (he lowered his voice to a whisper so that the frightened secretary hiding behind her desk could not hear him) it is Armitage and her 'La Resistance' ilk who are causing me stress; it is that blasted Fortune-teller and her riddling talk that is causing me stress; it is those stupid Agents and their human counterparts poking their noses where they don't belong that is causing me stress; it is THOES TWO-" He pointed at the Twins, who cringed slightly "-constantly BLOWING UP THINGS causing me stress, but not you!"
Unfortunately for him, this did little to pacify his wife. "The only reason that I do not cause you any stress is because you always ignore me! Every time we go out to dinner, some La Puta sitting two tables away gets a free dessert and then you disappear for a half hour, and I have had it!" She turned to Dr. Fell's secretary. "You there! Tell your boss that we are all coming in now!" (Secretary: "Wah!")
A second later, everybody except for Miro (who decided that it was in her better interest to wait outside) was assembled in Dr. Fell's office.
Dr. Fell glanced about the strange group now assembled in the room. "Well," he said as cheerfully as he could manage, "How about we introduce ourselves? Armand, I already know you so how about you miss-" "*MRS.* I am Persephone, Armand's wife whom he conveniently forgets whenever we are in a restaurant that serves devil's food cake." "'Sephone, that is not true! I never-" "Oh be quiet!" Persephone snapped. "Those other two-" she gestured at the Twins "- Well, they're only known by their code names, One and Two." One had a sort of nervous grin on his face while Two desperately wished that he was back in the waiting room reading his copy of "Gun Fancy" or "Creative Tortures Weekly." (Author's note: "Patience" by Eyana ROCKS!)
"How can you tell them apart?" asked Dr. Fell. "We don't," said Armand and Persephone at the same time. One and Two looked at each other, a little insulted. "Ah... right. Anyhow, Armand was telling me how you, er, Twins cause him stress." The Twins looked at their master, shocked at the accusation. "Master, do you really think we cause you stress?" asked One. "Well, you two don't have the best record where bringing back vehicles in one piece is concerned. I swear, if I didn't have the ability to just progr- er, *order* a new car whenever I pleased you two would have been fired after the third car chase!" Two looked hurt. "But Master, that last, er, thing was not my fault, it was Armitage and her do-gooder ilk!" "Silence!" Armand cast a warning glare at his two minions, but fortunately Dr. Fell still didn't comprehend who Armitage was. "You were ordered to chase after the, ah, woman?" said the doctor quizzically. "Let's not get into that now, doctor, not now."
The fact that Armand seemed so flustered whenever the name "Armitage" was mentioned was greatly amusing to the doctor, considering that this name elicited no reaction from his wife. And what a woman his wife was... Dr. Fell sighed. "Idiot," he thought to himself, "Chasing after mere mortal women when you are married to a goddess."
"Demigoddess," muttered Armand softly, now wishing he had never summoned his two minions.
* * * * *
The conversation meandered in awkward circles for a while. Since they weren't sure of what information they could speak of in front of the doctor, One chose to act very secretive while Two acted excessively open to the point of hysterics. "...so you don't know why your, er, 'Master,' persists in to send all those young ladies cakes?"
"No. Nope, no idea. Not a clue."
"Well I certainly do know, mate! He simply adores sending beautiful women pastries! It's practically a fetish with him!"(Armand: o_O;;)
It went like that. Finally, Armand decided that the Twins would not really contribute to the session so he told them to go outside and wait. "And use the door, don't be so lazy!" Relived to be out of the room, the Twins and Miro left the building and went for a walk... to Nocturne Alley (the jewelry store there was having a sale on monogrammed rings).
And now there were three.
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Author's notes:
I have no idea how Armand and Dr. Fell are able to read each other's minds; clearly there's more to the good doctor that meets the eye *cough, cannibal, cough*.
Persephone (the "real" one) *was* a goddess: her mom was goddess of plants and her dad was Zeus (I think).
The description of the Twins' odd behavior is taken from the chapter on Men in Black in "The Big Book of the Unexplained" (Agents! In HATS! Agents in hats who don't know how to use PENS, FORKS, or FOOD!! And they ALL look like you-know-who!).
Nocturne Alley is "Knock-turn Alley" from Harry Potter; Miro'd better watch out which rings she buys...