Okay, here's the second chappie done at 1:00 in the morning cuz I couldn't sleep, lucky you. And thankies for all the reviews, they make me feel special.lol.
Disclamier: I don't own Carl, or vanHelsing, or punny Cardinal...but I do own my Own Creations. Mwhaaaaaaa.
Now, Mr: Flint was not a fickle or picky man, he simply enjoyed things and expected thing to live up and work up to his expectations, which in his mind, were not that demanding. He liked his tea not to cold and not to hot with two flat spoons of sugar, he liked his books to be in alphabetical order with the spines right-side up, and he enjoyed his dinner at 6:00 on the dot, not at 6:15 and not at 5:50, but that is perfectly normal in his view. He was your Basic English man with his black bowler hat and prim suit with its white and black pins stripes along with his prim and straight mustached that lent slightly to the left. But other then that everything was in order when it came to him, from his shiny leather boots to his comb-over. Most would see this as someone trying to be prefect, but I promise you this is simply his nature, to be clean and well cut.
Needless to say that this well-cut ness spreads to his choices in apprentices. Through he seemed to take the precise look of an advocate or a doctor, he was neither of the two, no this man was a well know inventor among his peers and enjoyed the challenge of taking on students who showed potential. Needless to say in his choosing of apprentices he is quiet picky. They can't be too short (won't be able to reach the top of the counters) and can't be too tall (bump their heads on the chandeliers in the foyer), they can't talk too much or too little, and they cannot be American. He had nothing against the Yankees but he was English….they had to know how to make English tea. He could put up with a French student and be content with a German apprentice, but he greatly preferred an English student.
So of course his first choice would be a fellow English-man, though he did have a Spanish student, very quick….not very bright.
But of all his apprentices of the past, his most favorite to teach and torture was Carl. Young Carl with his stutters and wild imagination that a boogeyman was under his bed. The very thought of it made Mr.: Flint laugh, which brings us to the setting of this story. The setting at the moment is a courtyard, in the front of the Vatican where said Mr.: Flint is standing by his carriage with a interested look on his face as a young person behind him struggles with a number of large parcels and bags ranging form leather sacks to carpet bag that are close to falling apart. But Flint pays no mind as a small figure in a brown robe approached him in a seeming sprint.
The figure of course was non-other then Carl, Friar Carl to be exact. As usual he has his squire like hair cut and nervous expression plastered on his features as he (in a hesitant manner) approaches the prim Mr.: Flint with mixed feelings of excitement….and dread. But of course Mr.: Flint did not notice this as he clapped his hand of the small man back, causing him to lurch forward slightly.
"Carl, my boy, it's wonderful to see you again" he said, grinning widely, making his moustache seem even more lopsided. Looking up at his old teacher, Carl struggled with an expression that leaned between a smile and a breaking down in tears look.
"Mr. F…Flint, it's nice to see you again to" he said to Flint who grinned wider and looked Carl up and down in a calculating way.
"well….you did become a Monk….I mean a Friar…pardon you look so much like one of those monks, it's so difficult to tell the difference between the two" he told Carl as he motioned to the young person behind him without looking back as Carl smiled stiffly again.
"Now Carl, I hope you followed my request from two rooms" he said to Carl who nodded with a confusion look on his face as the person Flint was motioning to stepped forward to revel.
"this is Evelyn, my genius student" he boosted as the luggage dropped to show a young girl, about fifteen or sixteen with light blond locks tied back with a grey ribbon and dressed in a heavy yet delicate looking black and purple dress. It was to the ankles with black lace at the bottom and at the collar as purple ribbons was tied about her long sleeves. She had brown eyes, like seaweed that had been left out in the sun for too long and fair skin. She looked like a doll…..almost….if it weren't for that irritated expression on her face.
Carl looked her up and down, with his brows knitted together. –genius student?.....but but….I AM the greatest student he ever had- he complained to himself as he looked at the girl before his who hadn't even finished school yet. But placing his feeling aside he nodded.
"Hello, I am Carl, Friar Carl, and yes I did get you two rooms sir" he said as Flint smiled and motioned for the girl to take the bags. Evelyn took one brief look at Carl and returned to picking up the seemingly heavy bags. Carl winched slightly, remembering when he had to carry around bags full of equipment, books, tea sets, and so forth as Flint would simply walk with free hands.
"just point the way Carl…oh and can you get Evelyn a station…wherever it that you invent…just because we are not at home does not mean she has to be deprived of what is natural to her" he told Carl as they began to walk off in the direction of the Vatican, Evelyn dragging the bags.
"Yes…a station…..of course" Carl said, a frown littering his features.
He did not like this.
Not at all.
There you go, hope you enjoyed it, please review. thankies.
