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!!!!***
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Edward- *lol* Yep- you certainly do! ^_^
Exoduss- Heh, well my floor is so old that it wouldn't really be a laugh- it'd be more of a choking cough.
Remean- *lol* Yes, yes I agree with you. That is not Vorador. It's some kind of lizard version of Vorador.
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Kiwi- 'blueberry'! *grins, thinks about that... looks off into middle distance, sighs distractedly. Shakes herself* What?
The Great Seat Escape
They looked at the edges of the loveseat, and the rectangular section of the grey carpet that seemed to be sinking a millimeter at a time.
"Okay, let's be calm about this- the drop isn't that far and we'll heal quickly," Raziel said, holding his hands out in what was supposed to be a calming motion.
"Easy for you to say," Syvia breathed.
"We should be doing something about this," Moebius said, his words tripping over each other. "Someone should think of something, and I nominate Zofia."
"Me?" the Ancient squeaked. "Why me?"
"Come now," Kain said, his grin a little strained, "you're a Wisdom Keeper, you're best suited to the task." There was a moment of silence as the floor creaked again.
"Why don't we all just get up?" Vorador asked in acid tones. He proceeded to do so, and as his weight shifted, the loveseat promptly lurched backwards, as most of the weight on it belonged to the three bodies perched on the back. The five people remaining on the seat screamed. Zofia snagged Vorador and pulled him back down into his place.
"Try that again, brother, and I swear I'll kill you," she said through gritted teeth.
"Ah well," Vorador murmured, shaken by the rocking of the small couch, "I've been brought back twice already... I should be able to manage a third time."
"Now-" Zofia said carefully. "Raziel, Kain, Moebius, one by one I want you to get off the back of the couch, disturbing it as little as possible." The Soul Reaver went first, jumping from his seat and landing gently in the doorway to the kitchen. Raziel then inched back across the floor, picked Moebius straight up from his seat and dropped him ungraciously to the floor. Kain leapt from his position with cat-like grace and lighted in the living room.
There was a loud crack from the floor as Zofia opened her mouth again. A loud creaking punctuated the second crack and the remaining three on the couch stood in unison.
They all stepped quickly away from the dangerous piece of furniture and turned to look back at it. The creaking had stopped.
"Oh thank God for that," Syvia murmured. As if her words had been an signal, the supports suddenly gave way, dropping the couch to the basement floor with an ear-shattering crash. Her mouth dropped open and hers wasn't the only one to do so. Syvia covered her mouth with shaking hands, staring at the perfect square hole in the floor.
The tense silence was broken by a throat being cleared. "Would it inconvenience you to move?" Mortanius asked. "You're blocking the television."
Syvia glanced at him for a moment, then let out a small, tittering laugh. The Nosgothians looked at her nervously. The girl continued to laugh. She laughed so hard that her legs gave out and she slid to the floor, clutching her sides. Zofia and Vorador were still blocking the television, eyeing Syvia, so Mortanius' comments continued for some few minutes.
The complaints stopped when the TV suddenly went black, then revealed the PS2 startup graphics. Syvia's laughter faded slowly and she began turning off the Playstation. Mortanius' eyes narrowed. "Exactly what are you doing?" he murmured dangerously.
Syvia let out a bark of laughter. "We just ran out of seats in this room. We'll have to move into the living room." She was methodically unhooking the system from the television, almost completely ignoring the Pillar of Death. "Zofia," she said, not looking up, "if you have some form of sleeping spell handy, would you be a dear and use it on my parents- since they had to have heard that crash?"
"I already did," she murmured. Zofia looked nervously at her father.
"Oh, good," Syvia chuckled. "How prudent of you." The girl straightened with the Playstation 2 in hand and walked into the living room, smiling brightly at her visitors. Janos noticed that, passing Ariel, Syvia met the specter's eyes without difficulty.
The Nosgothians traded glances, all thinking the same thing. She's snapped completely this time. They looked reprovingly at Mortanius, who was grumbling, still holding the Playstation controller, which Syvia had detached from the game system.
Eventually they followed the girl into her living room, where she was installing the game into the family television. The other five people who'd been involved in the loveseat fiasco slowly took seats on the large blue couch and arm chair, the matching ottoman, and a recliner. Janos dragged his rocking chair into the doorway and Mortanius waived a hand, teleporting himself, chair and all, into the next room. Ariel floated into the room and hovered behind the human girl.
"Are- are you well?" she asked hesitantly. Syvia laughed in response.
"I've decided that you people are going to kill or drive me insane sooner or later, so I should just calm down and enjoy the time I have left." Zofia grimaced. Kain and Moebius traded sheepish looks. Raziel's eyes crinkled.
"That's the spirit," he said encouragingly. The others looked at him. "What?"
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*grins* Review please. ^_^
Zofia- .....
Syvia- What?
Zofia- *points to the 'Restoring Balance' file*
Syvia- The fifth chapter still needs editing.
*Zofia sighs and walks out.*
Syvia- *Shrugs* She's getting impatient with me. I'm just trying to get the chapter right. Ah well. *walks out*