Copyright © 2002 by Syvia (Aka Rebecca K. Friedrick). All Rights Reserved.
Disclaimer: If you recognize something in this fic, then it probably belongs to someone else. To be more specific- I don't own Playstation, LoK, or anything in them. Oh, and I got the exact quotes from BO1 at nosgoth.net in the Blood Omen Dialogue section. *bows to Wolf Raziel* Zofie Audron alone, is my brain child. I, of course, belong to myself. ^_^
Author's Notes: If you read- review! ^_^ ***Spoilers of all the LoK games- All. When I say all I mean ALL. Any chapter from here on out may include spoilers from Blood Omen 2!!!!***
Let's see... how long has it been since I did an in-depth thank you...? Chapter 5. Okey-dokey, let's see who's reviewed since then... *looks*
Esprit du feu- *hugs* I am so sorry I missed you the first time! How did that happen? And you're quite welcome. ^_^
DHA- *hugs once again* I love your reviews! *fights off the boys as she begins to write the new chapter, deposits the 40 mil into her Swedish bank account* :-D
bahamut- *waves* Thanks for sticking around! ^_^
Nemi- Those are very good questions. Her are the very good answers- We actually see Kain close his mouth during BO2. *snicker* No, there will be no NC-17 rating necessary for this fic, and although there will be sexual content, I will not be involved in it! *clears throat.* Thank you.
What 'younger Janos'? Well... he does look as if he lost a few years from SR2 to BO2, but no- we will not be likely to see the younger Janos in my fic... although, anything can happen. ;-) And as for the Albino Rat Bastard... *evil grin* we'll see. And what did happen to Vorador's chin...?
Guardian of Tears- *lol* That's right!!!!!
Expert Predator- *Takes the skulls* Ooooh, I like them. *she holds one up* Alas, poor Yoric... *then looks at her strangely* 'Who's the new vampire?' *Vorador walks up and taps Expert on the shoulder* Does that answer your question?
Girlmew007- *Syvia smiles and bows in thanks*
Ranmyaku- There's a few more chapters to be had from BO1, but eventually the significant people from BO2 will show up. ;-D
*Hugs Edward, Honlei, , Dragonclaw, takes the dollar from Venris and winks*
Oh! Recently a friend pointed something out to me. I've been spelling Moebius' name wrong for several fics, and I'm not the only one. As weird as we may find it- Moebius has an 'e' in his name. Remember that, guys! Or end up like this;
Interlude: The Name Game
*Mobius walks out*
Mobius- I have a complaint. *he stands before Syvia with his arms crossed*
Syvia- *groaning* What is it? *Mobius points to his name in previous fics*
Mobius- You've been spelling my name wrong! Consistently!
Syvia- I thought consistency was good. *Mobius pulls his staff out of thin air and holds it threateningly. Syvia rolls her eyes.* What are you going to do with that? *He smiles evilly and activates it.*
Sylvia- Well?
Mobius- Look at your name now.
Sylvia- *looking* WHAT THE HELL?!
Mobius- *laughs* Now we see how you like it.
Sylvia- Okay, okay, I get the point. How do I spell your name correctly?
Mobius- M-o-e-b-i-u-s. Simple.
Sylvia- Okay, okay, Moebius. *rolls her eyes* Can you turn that thing off, please?
Moebius- *smiling* Certainly. *Syvia looks at her name and sighs in relief.*
Syvia- Can we get on with the fic now? *Moebius gestures grandly for her to precede him and they walk out of the white space*
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Lack of Hair and Musical Chairs
"Which brings up another point!" Syvia cried out, pointing a finger at Vorador. "What in hell happened to you?!" The room's occupants turned to her. "I mean, granted, no one really looked that good in Blood Omen's graphics-"
"Which is especially sad for me, as it was the only game where anyone saw me," Mortanius grumbled, eyes fastened to the television.
"-so we can more or less discount them entirely," Syvia continued. "But like everyone else, you looked good in Soul Reaver 2-"
"Why, thank you," Vorador grinned at her.
"You're welcome." Syvia quickly launched back into her original rant, "and correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you have hair in SR2? There were concept drawings of you with something that looked like a beard on your chin. You even had beads strung on it! Look at you now, instead of hair, you have scales."
Zofia looked at the girl confusedly. "He hasn't had real hair for a long time," she said, pointing to her adopted brother.
"There are products that can help with that," Moebius smirked.
"Well if you've gone on Rogaine, Moebius, we know it doesn't work," Raziel laughed, pulling down Moebius' hood.
"There is nothing wrong with going bald!" Moebius said haughtily, trying to fix his tunic. Ariel ran an insubstanial finger across his head curiously.
"I've always meant to ask- Are you completely bald or do you shave your head?" she grinned. The Time Streamer batted her hand away irritably and pulled his hood back on. Raziel promptly tugged it back down.
"Look- he's good luck," Raziel snickered, rubbing Moebius' head. Suddenly Moebius' staff seemed to appear out of nowhere and he smacked Raziel over the head with it. With the presence of the vampires in the room, the staff immediately began to glow. Kain, Vorador and the Ancients squinted against the glare.
"Moebius? Where did that thing come from?" Syvia asked in a bewildered tone of voice.
"Traveling dimensional pocket that exists outside of time," he explained. "I leave the staff inside and take it out as needed," he smiled at the vampires, enjoying their reaction to the crystal.
"Would you mind terribly getting rid of it?" Vorador asked acidly.
"Yes," Mortanius seconded, "it's casting a purple glare on the television."
"Another thing you should all know from playing the games," Moebius smirked, "is that I press my advantages."
"What advantage?" Zofia asked, rolling her eyes. "All that thing does is disable our magical powers. It doesn't knock us unconscious or cause actual pain...."
"Unless you count that annoying light," Janos added.
Raziel sighed heavily and grabbed the snake-staff from the Pillar of Time. Not expecting the attack, Moebius didn't put up a fight until Raziel had the staff securely in his grasp. The Soul Reaver took the crystal in one hand and tore it from its setting. He handed the staff back to an outraged Moebius and hefted the crystal.
"Raziel-" Syvia's eyes widened as he brought his arm back. "No, wait- STOP!" she cried, gesturing frantically with her hands.
The vampire wraith looked at her. "What?" he asked mildly.
"If you're going to brake that thing- go outside!" she shouted, pointing towards the back door.
"Oh, is that all?" Raziel said amusedly. He turned obligingly and walked into the kitchen. After a moment of confusion, Moebius jumped up and ran after him. Zofia, Vorador, Kain and Syvia looked at each other for a moment. They all grinned and rushed the loveseat. Ariel laughed softly as a shattering sound and an enraged cry sounded from outside the house.
Zofia jumped over the back of the loveseat and settled in the middle. Syvia sat down on her right side, Vorador on her left, Kain perched on the back of the couch behind Syvia. They all made themselves comfortable and looked at the television, pretending they'd been there for the last ten minutes as Raziel and Moebius came back in the room.
Mortanius let out a slight chuckle, Janos rested his elbow on the arm of the rocking chair and put his face in his hand, hiding a smile behind his hand. Raziel and Moebius stood in the doorway, looking at the three with narrowed eyes.
"Well come on up," Kain smirked, waiving them over. Syvia turned to look at them as Moebius rolled his eyes and climbed up on the back of the couch.
"Um... I don't know if that's such a good idea..." she murmured worriedly. They ignored her as Raziel pulled himself up behind Vorador. An ominous creaking came from the floor. The six on the loveseat looked down.
"That can't be good," Zofia said worriedly.
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Oooooh, will there soon be a very large hole in my game room floor? Find out in the next chapter! ^_^
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