With the fight being heard by most everyone who lived on Zweig Straße, it was no surprise that their concerns grew to what they were. With what happened on two of the four days that followed, they were now even more concerned for their neighbor and her children. Thanks to their concern, a meeting was scheduled to happen on the morning of May 30. Instead of being held in a library, or in some place that was a distance from the Grün Bach subdivision, it was decided that it'd be held in the house that she and her family lived in.
Petra was the one who let everyone in. She was on strict orders to go upstairs after everyone was here; after welcoming Amelinda Schmidt and Azzo Kaiser into the house, she did as she was told... er, after leading Amelinda and Azzo to the living room, that was.
With the meeting taking place in their house, it was only natural that she and Kurt were there to attend it. Almeric Carver, who lived to their left, was here—after seeing what he did, he couldn't fathom the idea of not being involved in the meeting. Benedikt and Beate Abbing's increased stress and concern levels over the Irene's, and their brief correspondence with the alien man and his daughter, was the cause of their being here. Amelinda Schmidt and her fiancé, who lived four doors down from them, were here because of what they heard during the fight and because of what they witnessed while being in Miss. Irene's workplace two days later. Ernsta Wulff, who lived in the house that was on the end of the street, was here because of what she saw earlier that morning.
She and Kurt were given the day off from their nursing duties at Kreiskrankenhaus; even though they were on "vacation", they were serious on what was to happen in their house. Before the meeting began, they looked at the faces of their neighbors—on the day of the fight, Mitzi wasn't home. Her husband was, though, and it was he who told her what happened. The few, brief conversations that her husband had with Benedikt Abbing, Almeric Carver, Azzo Kaiser, and Ernsta Wulff had convinced him that a sort of meeting was needed so, after talking it over with her, it was agreed upon that their house would be where it would take place in. Even though they were sure that there were others on the street that had either heard or seen things that they hadn't, no one else had come forward to speak or attend the meeting.
"Let's start with what we know," Kurt said, starting the meeting off in, what he thought, the right direction. "The ones that took up the Rastatter Rheinaue nature reserve left on the seventeenth of April. The neighborhood was peaceful; nothing new was seen or noted until the twenty-seventh—ten days after the reserve was vacated."
"Actually, something amiss was noted in the neighborhood before that." Almeric Carver said. "On the nineteenth, the missus and I saw that something was different with the Irene House. It looked bigger, or wider, on the side. Ima and I were talking about it a few hours ago; according to her, she saw a tall man, wearing a light blue tuxedo, walking around to its side on the morning of the eighteenth."
"What did she see?" Mitzi asked.
"Must of spooked her something awful because, up to now, I've known nothing about it. She said that she saw a blue beam of light shooting out from his hand. The house "grew" out after it hit it. A bunch of yellow glowing lights were seen next, then the house made a sort of awning or creaking sound." Almeric Carver responded.
Almeric Carver was a near twenty year resident of the the Grün Bach subdivision. He and his wife were good friends with the Klied's; their friendship was sparked almost after the couple, and their then-three year old daughter, moved into the neighborhood. While they weren't nosey by any means, they did try their best to be a helping hand to the ones who lived around them. He and his wife had two children; their oldest daughter was a good friend of Petra's, while their youngest daughter was two years younger than Petra's sister. While he worked in construction, his wife was a school teacher; his wife was heading out to go to work on the morning that she saw the light blue tuxedo-wearing man walking around to the Irene house's side. While he and his wife were meaning to say hello to the man who seemed to be the frequent collector of the Irenes' mail, they hadn't done so. Something had stopped them from going forward to talk or say hi to him. Letta was curious about the girl alien that was living in the house; thankfully, she was being respectful to his and his wife's requests over not going near the residence.
Almeric, who was closing in on being forty-six, had never seen this much "action" occur in the neighborhood before and, honestly, he hoped that he'd never see it again. While having the Irene's in the neighborhood was an honor, and while he placed no blame on the family for all of what happened in the last eight months, he couldn't help but wonder why nothing on their part was done to prevent, or at least slow down, what was going on in their house. The alien man's posture, which looked both annoyed and angry to him, and his action of "shoving" Miss. Irene into the house that she and her sons lived in, was enough to make him wonder if something other than Miss. Irene having temporary, lived-in company, or a boyfriend and his daughter, living under her roof was happening. He was quick in writing down his unease right after taking a seat in his kitchen on the twenty-sixth. The facts were compiled quickly: the only one who seemed to be continuing her routine was Miss. Irene; her sons looked to not be doing their usual routines anymore; and the alien man looked to now be the only one who collected the mail—he started twitching, an act that he very rarely did, after writing that down.
The idea of the alien man having an overly dominant side, that he was trying to flex with everyone that lived in the Irene house, had come to him after he started writing. The seemingly nervous posture that the girl alien used whenever she walked around the house's backyard hadn't been missed either.
His concern for the Irene's started growing after the yelling and screaming was heard. He and Ima had experienced some brutal fights in their marriage... what he heard on that day had made his and his wife's fights seem less brutal. Miss. Irene wasn't seen as leaving the residence on the twenty-seventh, and her sons and that alien girl had also stayed inside. The only one to leave the house was the alien man—the mail was speedily collected; the man practically ran back to the house after collecting it.
"On the first of the month, I spoke with the man who's been collecting the Irenes' mail." Kurt said, everyone looked at him sharply. "I was quick in noting two things about him: one, he seems to be right intelligent, and two, he seemed rather reluctant to speak to me. He said a few things before we parted ways that I've yet to accept. The first was that he claimed to be on Earth before but, prior to now, not on this side of the shields. The second was that he and Miss. Irene are "an item". According to the man, our neighbor has been married to him for over two thousand years."
"I spoke with the man on the fourteenth; he was pleasant up to my saying something about Miss. Irene." Benedikt Abbing said. "Before I said anything on her, I just introduced myself then asked him a few questions on himself. On the day that we talked, he said that he just got back from some planet called Motalini—a hearing in some court with his nephew was the cause of his going to the planet. Though he wouldn't emphasize the nature of his court appearance, he did mention that he had no issues in getting back into the shield."
"How's that? With the exception of them Trolls, all of them other aliens were repelled by the shield." Ernsta Wulff asked, then pointed out.
"Been wondering that for a while now." Benedikt said. "The man also said that he "owns" several galaxies; when we spoke, he said that, for the last few weeks, he's been leaving the shields to conduct "business" on them."
"He's been entering and exiting the shield that's over our town freely for weeks now?" Ernsta's hand found itself being planted to her chest.
"Our conversation was pleasant up to my saying what I did on Miss. Irene—I simply said that she was nice, smart, well composed, and beautiful."
"Vhich sche ist." Azzo Kaiser said.
"He got all stone-y in the face before saying something about his being married to her. Me and my wife have been concerned over his possibly being a man of the overly possessive, abusive sort ever since I spoke with him." Benedikt finished.
"The day following my husband's conversation with that man, I decided to take a trip to see Miss. Irene at her workplace." Beate Abbing spoke up. "She was working at one of the registers; I grabbed a few items then went through. While she was running the items that I placed on the belt of her station, I noticed that two of her fingers were burned. While I'm no doctor or nurse by any means, I do believe that they were mid to high-level first degree burns."
"The fifteenth, right?" Mitzi asked. Beate nodded her head. "I saw her putting canned soups and vegetables on the shelves of U-Krop-It three days earlier. She looked perfectly fine. There were no burns or other marks on her body."
"The burns looked twenty-four hours old." Beate said.
"Y-you think that man..."
After two minutes of stunned silence occurred, Beate spoke of her conversation with the alien girl. Along with saying that she was very polite and pleasant with her, she also mentioned that she was nervous and shy. She mentioned her supposition of the man in question possibly being of the well-off sort before turning the meeting's reins to Almeric, who, she noted, looked quite serious in the face.
Almeric, speaking as calmly, and clearly, as he could, told of what he saw on the afternoon of the twenty-sixth. He left not a detail out. All of what he saw, and then did after seeing what he did, was told. He made the deduction of his thinking that the man was one of them types who were of the overly dominant sort who liked to "flex" or send out their brand of over-dominance onto others before putting a halt to talking. Benedikt and Beate Abbing nodded their heads; though agreeing with him, they said nothing to him. The reins of the meeting were then given to Amelinda Schmidt and her fiancé, Azzo; since Azzo's accent was very evident that morning, Amelinda decided to tell what they heard during their neighbor's fight and then what they saw on the twenty-eighth of May.
"Azzo and I were on the porch when it started. Azzo had just come in from work; I did my usual in greeting him by the door. I had just hugged him when the screaming was heard. Miss. Irene was really mad about something... and that something, we both believe, revolves around the alien man and Miss. Irene's adopted son." Amelinda Schmidt started. "With Miss. Irene screaming like she was, we heard such words as "dare", "place", "wrong finger", "grabbed", "wrist", and "shoved". Miss. Irene, like my fiancé, just got home from work; Azzo and I believe that one of her sons told her something that happened within the house that they live in... which triggered a violent reaction from their mutter.
"Even though we wanted to go over to see if things were okay, we decided to stay out of it. We went by our set routines for all of two days before deciding to take a trip to Miss. Irene's workplace."
Amelinda Schmidt, who worked in the city of Rastatt as a Psychologist, went cold for a second before getting control of herself. She and Azzo Kaiser were dating for a little over six years now, but the ring was only two years placed; while she worked as a Psychologist, Azzo worked as a bank branch representative. She took note of their bread, milk, noodle, and cereal supplies being "low" on the late-night hours of the twenty-seventh; after talking to Azzo about their "depleted" food supplies, the decision to go to the local food mart, which was U-Krop-It, was made. The following morning, they took the trip to the store, then got out of their car, then went in. They took their "sweet" time in shopping the store shelves before going over to where the deli was. Miss. Irene, who was seen as being in the store, and working in that section, was still there... but she had company with her.
"He wasn't with her when we first saw her." Amelinda said. "The man was walking in-sync with her, but he was on the customer side of the counter while she was on its other side. She was filling an order for two, young boys at the time; the man was following and jowling her the entire time that she was weighing and then bagging their order. With my curiosity being as high as it was, I made the decision to go up to see if she'd fill an order for a pound of honey ham. Azzo, being the friendly fellow that he is, decided to talk to her some while my order was being made; that man was... staring at him the entire time."
"Staring?" Almeric asked.
"I got the distinct feeling that he was... upset over my fiancé talking to our neighbor. The way he was looking at him... I just got a bad vibe from it... The man also seemed to be watching my fiancé's every move, which caused me to be more anxious. After thirty or so seconds, I decided to walk over and see if I could remove some of his attention from Azzo." she stopped for a second before going on. "He ignored me. He just plain refused to talk or acknowledge me. Miss. Irene noticed this right away; she got on him for his rudeness before giving me my order. While we were leaving the deli, we overheard her saying something about his needing to "lighten" up. Azzo turned his head right when we exited the deli, he says that he saw the man get a set look on his face. The man said that he'd see our neighbor later then "disappeared"."
"Disappeared?" Kurt asked.
"According to Azzo, a triple gold flash was seen in the deli. The man was gone after it was seen." Amelinda said. "Miss. Irene shook her head, then went back to work after he left the building."
"Sche lukt heppy afer zat man left." Azzo said.
Ernsta Wulff, who worked in the nearby airport as a clerk, took her turn in relaying what she saw that early morning. She had just come home; two clerks had called in sick and she was asked to take over for one of them. While driving down the street, she saw Bile getting into the BMW that he and his brothers owned. No sooner had the boy gotten into the vehicle before the man left—or charged, as she called it—the house. She went to her house, parked her car, then got out; she claimed to of stood idly by, watching as the man "warred" with the youngster. While her vision wasn't very good without her glasses, she was able to see the goings-on between the two; she claimed that the man reached into the vehicle, took the key that was pushed into the ignition out, then went back to the house. Bile, after sitting behind the wheel for ten or so seconds, got out of the car, closed the door, then followed him to the house about halfway before stopping.
"I'm a mutter of three and a grandmutter of two; while I know how upset children can get, I've never seen a boy get as upset as Bile was before in my life! As far as I know, he did go back to the house. What happened next, I don't know." Ernsta finished.
"That man doesn't sound like someone that Miss. Irene, or her sons, should be around. A normal, pleasant, man, who dates or marries a woman who has children, would treat that woman and her children nicely and he'd also not prevent or stop certain things that she or her children do." Amelinda said after Ernsta's tale was told.
"Should an intervention be done?" Kurt asked. This was the main focal point of the meeting; now that the tales of what was seen and heard were told, it was time to talk about whether or not someone should step up to the plate in trying to aid their planet's heroine in the removal of the man who looked to be trying to turn her and her sons' lives upside down. "Should one of us go and speak to her about this or should we wait a while longer?"
"As it stands, I'm all for someone intervening. Just because Miss. Irene's our planet's protector doesn't mean that she can handle situations where overly possessive, and dominant, men are involved." Beate Abbing said.
"Same." Beate's husband said.
"While I know the situation is serious, or could become serious, I think we shouldn't jump to conclusions on what to do just yet." Mitzi said.
"Vhat if ve ah vrong? Vhat if nozing ist happening?" Azzo asked. "I'm on zee fence... for nov, zat ist."
While most of the neighbors were for an intervention, there were a select few who persuaded everyone to not get involved. Or, at least, not yet. Mitzi Klied was just suggesting that they wait until something else happened when EshalVile Eskara Surfeit noticed what she thought was a big ball of orange-brown and black fur ambling by the open door of her mother's bedroom.
After spending most of the morning downstairs, playing a video game with Lazeer, then doing a small work-out session in her brothers' work-out room, she made the decision to go up to her bedroom. Her mother, for the most part, told her to keep the magazines that she was given on the twenty-sixth of May; she had a desire to look at what was on their pages. Instead of going straight to her room after finishing her ascent of the stairs, she stopped short then watched as the ball of fur ambled down the hallway. It took her all of twenty seconds to scrounge up the courage to go over to check it out.
"Lhaklar and Lazeer were joking around about the place having rodents in it earlier this month..." she thought while going towards the thing.
Even though the ball of fur was bigger than a rodent, she still wondered if it was a rodent. She didn't know a thing about the planet's rodent life; the same went on knowing how big or small they got. She was just thinking about giving the ball of fur a nudge with her foot when her mind kicked in.
"No you don't! What if it turns on you, and then bites and infects you with one of the diseases that rodents are known to carry?" her mind asked her.
What if it just scurried away to wherever it came from? If she nudged it with her foot, and it bit her, would her foot, which wasn't clothed in either sock or shoe, bleed or grow swollen? She didn't have to wonder about what she'd do after getting bit by a rodent; a scream would penetrate the house then her father would tear up to see what was wrong. She knew well that her father would take care of her if she got bit by a rodent—he did so before, why would he not do so now?
While going towards the ball of fur, which was now not moving from where it was, something else popped into her head. For some reason, she started thinking about dust bunnies—them odd accumulations of dust and fluff that collected in the oddest of places. Could the ball of fur not be fur at all? Could it be a harmless ball of dust and fluff? It couldn't be a ball of hair; the colors that made it up didn't match that of the ones who both had hair on their heads and lived in the house.
She moved cautiously down the hallway. Guyunis's bedroom door, she was quick to note, was open. She found this strange. Guyunis, since her and her father's residency in the house occurred, would, without fail, have his door closed—if he was in the room that it belonged to, it'd be locked. She wondered if he'd continue doing this after the move to Moas was done for only a second before bending down to examine the item that was still where it was. She had no more bent down before a wide smile spread across her face. Fear and caution were thrown to the wind; she scooped the ball of fur up then stood up.
"Awww! Aren't you Cuuute!" she said after picking the ball of fur up.
Her father was right adamant about their place being clean, tidy, and well-maintained; with the exception of his bats, platypuses, and fish, and her mother's Sekhems, no domestic animals were allowed to roam any of its halls or call it home. Her father had a lot of fine, expensive things at home... he claimed that he didn't want anything to destroy them, or tear up the walls or carpets. Up to real recently, the house was dog-less; her mother was given a mixed breed puppy last year that was oh so sweet and smart... Daddy didn't look happy after she was brought into their home, but he hadn't say anything on whether they could keep her. Zanra, as she was named, was half Speckled Picardy and half Moozed Fousk; she was a year and a half now.
Despite not having any cats or dogs to interact or play with as a child, she still spent a lot of time around them. Whenever her father took her to her uncle's place, she'd go off to play with one of his many cats or with one of the dogs that he and his wife had. While she was more careful when she was taken to her grandfather's place, she also played with his and his wife's many cats and their one dog too. The same went when she went to spent some time with her friends; along with playing and interacting with them, she also interacted with their pets. Her father had never persuaded her from doing so; he just told her to not get any ideas in her head about asking for one... which, while hard, she never did.
While she respected her father, she thought that he had a strange perception of cats and dogs. Up to real recently, her father was the only one in his family to not have a dog roaming the halls of his home. Despite their now having a dog, and her father's seemingly affectionate associations with her, he was adamant on their not getting another or in adding a cat to their abode.
While she liked dogs, she was more of a cat preferring person... and it just so happened that she had a cat in her arms.
"And a pretty one at that!"
The cat was very small—just barely eleven inches—and was very beautifully marked. It had a very unique, calico colored coat; with the exception of the small, white circle, that was in the center of its chest, and the white toes, the rest of its coat was orange-brown and black. What got her attention was its face—it was bi-colored, with the left side being an orange-brown color and the right being black. There were a series of tabby-like stripes on the orange-brown portion of its face. When the cat turned its head up, towards her own, she saw that it had different colored eyes. Up to that moment in time, she had never seen a cat that had different colored eyes before; the animal's left eye was a bright blue color while its right was green. The cat was pretty well round, so she knew it was being well-cared for.
"Bile... Lazeer..." she called. At the moment, it was just her, her father, Bile, Guyunis, and Lazeer who were home. Lhaklar went out to spend some time with his friends while Hazaar went out to the town's community center—a place that, up to that morning, she didn't know existed. While she wanted to go to the community center, she was reluctant to ask her father for permission. Her father had a rough few days; it was really for the best to not bug or pester him but so much right now. "Who's cat is this?"
The cat's fur, she noticed, wasn't as soft as the ones that Uncle Kuruk and Granddaddy Duru had. While the cat had a lot of fur on it, and while it was quite fluffy in appearance, it wasn't soft like a normal cat's was. The cat's fur, when she stroked it, was... wiry, or coarse to the touch. This was another first for her; not once had she ever seen or stroked a cat that had wiry or coarse fur before. She stroked the cat twice more before calling out to her two, at-home brothers again; instead of hearing either Bile or Lazeer answer her, someone with a low, strong, nasally-sounding voice answered her. She did a little jump, then turned after hearing the sound of a door being closed.
"Mine," Guyunis repeated.
As he stood before the upstairs bathroom, staring at the girlie, who's blue hair was set in a braided bun fashion, and who was wearing a loose-fitting aquamarine tunic top, that had a black belt around its waist, and dark blue, loose-leg trousers, he couldn't help but wonder how his cat found a way out of his room. He was sure that he closed his bedroom door before going off to use the bathroom; his cat, who was no more than nine months old, and who couldn't weigh anymore than twelve or so pounds, couldn't of opened the door on her own. Either someone—the girlie, perhaps—opened the door during his absence or it didn't latch properly after being closed. Whatever the reason behind it still not being closed, his cat was out and about... and in the arms of one of the two people who started living under his family's roof a little over a month ago.
The afternoon of the seventeenth of April was a frequent visitor of his dreams—sometimes, they started the second his head hit one of the pillows that were on his bed. He and Bile were seen first; they'd go up to the house, then go in, then Bile would call out to their mutter, then that white-haired Troll would round the corner. The Troll would yell out for "Master Tazir" then... then all of the people who were in the dining room would come racing over to give him a big fright. A lot of finger pointing and yelling and accusation-doing would happen, then his mutter would fight her way through the crowd, then Bile would position himself in front of him, then his birth-dat would lunge towards him. The time that he spent in the basement with Big Bro Bile as his faithful "companion"... hearing everyone yelling and cursing upstairs... the DNA testing... his birth-dat rushing from the house after seeing that no one was going to be complaint to his wishes... the three hours that he spent bawling his eyes out in his room after his birth-dat and older, half-bruder left the house... and the discovery of his mutter letting her husband and adopted daughter stay with them; in a way, he was tormented by this reoccurring dream of his. With his mutter's husband and his daughter being in the house for the last month, week, and six days, he really didn't need to be having this same dream over and over again—they, alone, reminded him of what happened on that April afternoon.
In a lot of ways, he kind of wished that his mutter would put or ask for them to take up "residence" in a motel or hotel somewhere... or, better yet, send them to some other planet that was a distance from the one that he and his family were on. The man, as far as he could tell, was pushy and overly controlling and the girlie... well... he had no opinion on her. She didn't seem to be of the overly controlling type, or of the abusive type, or of the pushy type... she seemed nice and polite... but he wasn't sure if her politeness or niceness was a put-on act or not. Bile, Lhaklar, and Lazeer seemed to be getting along with her, Hazaar seemed to be getting along with her half of the time, and his mutter seemed to be very acceptive and "charmed" of her; he had yet to spend any length of time around or speak at length with her. At most, he'd just say a handful of words to her a day; in comparison to that "Tazir" man that his mum was married to, that was a lot. Unless the man came near him, or he found himself as having to speak to him, his lips were sealed.
The man's actions towards him four days ago had scared him half to death! Thoughts of him being like one of his former adoptive fader's, and mental images of him actually turning into Mathis Meyer Jr., the man who "acted" as his adoptive fader before he was formerly adopted by his current parent, had happened after his hand was wrapped around his wrist. The man grabbing him by the wrist, then pulling him down, then wrapping his arm around his head, then shoving him back after telling him to both calm down and go to his room had caused more than a little anxiety to be felt. If not for Bile, and his mum, who spent the better part of two hours comforting and talking to him, he would of succumbed to his anxiety.
Bile's concern over his contemplating, or actually going through with running away from home because of the two being in it, wasn't a secret—his oldest bruder didn't need to say a thing; he could read the concern that he felt over the issue well in his eyes. Bile would probably be very happy to know that such a thing wouldn't happen—the thought had never crossed his mind and, even if it had, he wouldn't follow through with it. While he wished for the man and girlie to go away and not come back, he couldn't fathom the idea of running away. He loved his mum and bruders; he didn't want to cause them pain or worry.
If not for his cat being in the possession of the girlie, he'd do his usual: go back to the bathroom then wait it out until she either went downstairs or disappeared into that room of hers. At the moment, his worry over her doing something to his cat, who he found last year, on the twenty-secondth of August, caused his desire to be wary and distant of her to be thrown out the door. He did nothing more than stand by the closed bathroom door while she came towards him.
"So, this is the cause behind all them cat noises that I and my dad have been hearing for the last month." Eshal said after stopping before Guyunis. The cat, she noticed, started getting fidgety after she reached the boy that, technically, was a sibling of hers; she held the cat out to Guyunis after it started getting antsy—this action of hers wasn't done out of her fearing what Guyunis would do or say to her if she kept holding the animal. It was, more or less, done as a way to form a sort of trust-barrier between them, and as a way to calm him down. "Male or female?"
"Female," Guyunis replied. The cat started purring after she was in his arms.
"How old is she? Seems right small—is she a kitten?" Eshal asked.
"Nine months," Guyunis answered. "Found her in an alley las-k-t year, in late-August. She and another kitten were in a box."
"You took both in, or just her?"
"Jus-k-t her. Her sibling-k was dead when I found her... she was near-dead a-k-t the time."
"She's a rather pretty animal." Eshal said. She scratched the cat behind the ear; Guyunis, she was quick to see, didn't flinch or back away from her.
"Mum says tha-k-t she's a Chimera." Guyunis said.
"A... what?" Eshal had never heard such a word before in her life.
"From wha-k-t mum told me, a Chimera is a rare conditi-k-tion or disorder that happens after two embryos or fer-k-tilized eggs fuse together while in the womb." Guyunis explained. "Mum says tha-k-t Sabine absorbed one of her deceased siblings when they were in their mutter."
"Sabine? Is that her name?" Eshal asked. Though intrigued by what Guyunis just told her, and overjoyed over finally having a complete conversation with him, she found herself as being more interested in wanting to know the cat's name.
"Yes," Guyunis slowly walked around Eshal, then went down the hall to his room.
The meeting between some of the neighbors happened at exactly 10:24 a.m. Eshal saw Sabine exactly twenty minutes later... but she didn't tell him about it until some hours later. He should of known about the animal being in the house—a month's worth of a brand of wet cat food called Friskies, and two bags of hard kitten food, were brought in at the start of the month; them items, alone, should of alerted him to its presence. The cat noises—the animal voicing its displeasure over being contained in a bedroom—should of also alerted him to it being in the house. He did the only thing that he could think of doing after learning about his wife's adopted son having a cat as a pet: sigh then go to his wife for a brief conversation on it.
Questions such as how long has it been in the house, how attached is Guyunis to it, and is it a family pet or a pet of just one of the boys were asked; even though Eshal mentioned the animal as being in the house, she didn't say a thing about what Guyunis told her on it. According to Angel, Guyunis brought and then hid it in his bedroom for all of a week before she found him as being in possession of it. The boy, who came upon the near-newborn animal in an alley somewhere, had taken pity on it and decided to take it home, nurture it, and hopefully keep it as a pet... and Angel just so allowed this to happen.
"Still allergic to cats?" he asked after being told this. "Still get rashes and bumps that drive you up a wall and back after a cat's come in contact with you?"
"Yes," his wife admitted.
"Why do you have an animal that you're allergic to in the house that you reside in?" he asked.
"Because I'm a parent, Tazzy." his wife responded. "Sometimes, parents have to suffer for their young to be happy."
With the exception of his wife saying that she had a hard time in saying no in regards to Guyunis keeping the animal, and her telling him that she based her decision on not saying no to his keeping the animal as a pet on his coming home being all depressed from being bullied by some of the neighborhood kids, no further conversation happened between them on it. With the feline's discovery now being known, and with his coming right out in saying that neither he nor Eshal would harm her, she was allowed "small range" roaming rights in the house. Guyunis, though looking to be happy over now being allowed to let his pet roam beyond his bedroom, kept his eye on her at all times whenever she left his room. The cat was only allowed to roam the residence's second level; it wasn't allowed to come downstairs. While he was curious over whether this was a normal thing, or just something that Guyunis was doing because he was downstairs, he didn't express his curiosity.
Soon after the animal was allowed free roam of the second level, he decided to take a trip to the downstairs bathroom—he started using a series of small range Telepathy techniques right after entering that room, which allowed him full insight to the animal's adventurous movements. Thanks to them techniques of his, he was able to see that it was allowed to enter and roam each of the upstairs bedrooms... sometimes, when they had an occupant or occupants in them, and, sometimes, when they were vacant. None of the displayed items that were in the rooms were scratched or pawed at and his two, younger sons' pets were left alone. Again, while curious over this, he didn't say or question anyone in the house about it. Cats, as far as he was concerned, were notorious for scratching at and destroying things and they were also famous for hacking and then leaving globs or balls of hair in certain places of the house that they lived in; this cat, he noted, did neither of them things. She just roamed the rooms, looked at certain things that were either on display or out and in the open, then left.
"It's possible that she's like Zanra—smart and well-trained." he thought as he left the bathroom, then turned to go up the stairs.
It took him a little over ten thousand years to move past his father's "death". After getting his neighbor and good friend's letter, that a good description of Moas, and its expertly trained help, was included in, he made the decision to check the planet and its available plots of non-owned land out. A loan for $350,000,000 was taken from one of the Gamma Vile banks that his family dealt with on a regular basis, then the plans for his residence were drawn up, then a contractor was hired; it took nearly a year before construction was complete. The remaining cash from the loan was spent on some of the residence's furniture; about twenty percent of the rooms were equipped with it before the funds started ebbing low. He moved in almost immediately after its construction was complete, and some of it was furnished, and after hiring the first several individuals who'd work it and its land. Two to three months after he moved in, he started looking for a galaxy that wasn't owned by anyone—along with it being time to garner some attention, and make a name for himself as a conqueror, he also had to pay back the loan that he took out and pay the men and women that he employed. Six months after moving into his mansion, he left to conquer the Vaisha Galaxy. His vast fortune had come from that galaxy; along with being able to pay off the loan in one fell swoop, he was able to pay the substantial bills that he accumulated and pay his newly employed staff for their services. After that was done, he still had plenty to "play" with.
He and his family had a good, expensive home to live in... destructive cats and dogs weren't needed to be in it. While reluctant to have the cat moved to his mansion, he was, in a lot of ways, stuck between a rock and a hard place—he had already made the promise that all of his sons' material possessions and pets would be moved to Moas in six months; he couldn't up and say that one of them couldn't bring his cat with him when that move was made. He'd be going back on his promise, and be tarnishing whatever relationship he and the boy had forged between themselves, if he did that.
"A few changes have already been made on the mansion's third level—the chambers to the left of the ones that are Lhaklar's, Hazaar's, and Lazeer's have had a door placed on their sides, so that both are connected. All furniture items were removed; a series of shelves are already being put up, and an order for nine display cases has been made. Them three will be all ready to go in their model-building interests after the move to Moas is made."
Now it was time to see if the chamber that was beside the one that was Bile's was needed. With the exception of Guyunis's bedroom, he had yet to go in, see, or make any comments on what Bile's bedroom looked like; even though he and his adopted son had a minor issue that early morning, he was planning on changing this. He was sure that Bile had since forgiven and then forgotten what happened between them—the boy said something about taking the BMW out for a "spin"; it took him, and his sleep-clogged mind, all of twenty seconds to figure out what he meant by that.
He was only looking out for Bile's well-being when he went out to prevent him from using the car. His son was much too young to be driving; along with being a mid-teenage boy, it was illegal for anyone who was under the age of two thousand, eight hundred, and fifty to drive a vehicle. Bile, along with not being that age, could get into considerable trouble for driving and for not having a validated learner's permit or street legal adult accompanying him—he could also be hurt while doing what he was. While he left the house slowly, he didn't waste a second in getting to his son or in taking the key from the ignition. Despite Bile's claim of both having a license and knowing how to drive a car, he still took the keys. Bile came in all hot around the collar; whatever activity he was planning on doing wasn't done. The boy had just sat in his room all day.
"The four days that followed my and my wife's fight weren't good ones." he thought while going up the stairs.
Though meaning to be strong, he was given a scare that caused him to jump and then become nervous. Along with giving him the threat of being thrown from the house, and having the spell that allowed him free access to the shield's interior removed, Angel gave him the cold shoulder for most of the rest of the day. Only after everyone started getting ready for bed had she spoken to him. A pillow and blanket were thrown at him, then she said for him to grow comfortable on the couch before going up to her room. He spent all of two days sleeping in the living room before finally being allowed to rejoin his wife in her bedroom at night.
The scare that he was given on that day had such a profound effect on him that he came very close to dropping his month-long habit of collecting the mail. He found himself as worrying about finding himself barred from entering the house after going out to retrieve it... which was why he started racing to the mailbox to collect it. His sons, with the exception of Lhaklar, who must of gotten a good scare from him on the day that he took his poster, had all laughed after he returned to the house; the claim of his seeing a ghost during his trek to the mailbox was made right after them laughs were emitted.
His boredom, and his need to be near his wife, and for redemption, had caused him to make the trip to Angel's workplace on the twenty-eighth. His wife, who was just given a task to do in her appointed station, hadn't said a thing on his needing to leave or asked why he was there. He was allowed to talk, walk and follow her around, and be near her. He'd be the first to admit that his mood wasn't all that grand on that morning—thanks to the stress that he felt over the last two days, he wasn't allowed to sleep much. His only being up for a little over two hours, his not being fully awake, his boredom, and the stress from the last two days had made that morning not be the best of mornings for him. While Angel had understood this, she had still gotten on him for his "improper" public place actions in giving some man by the name of Azzo Kaiser the angry stares and in ignoring some woman named Amelinda Schmidt. After saying his name, then saying for him to stop being so rude with others, then seeing her customer off, she said for him to lighten up. With his present mood known, he made the decision to leave the building; Lazeer had made the suggestion that he take a nap right after he returned to the house. He took him up on that suggestion.
"Warning! He's on the second floor!" Hazaar sang after he reached the top of the stairs.
He smiled at his son then went down the hall. Guyunis, he noticed, looked out from his room after he walked past. It was only when he walked by the open bedroom that was Lhaklar's that he saw the cat—she was resting on the sill of the room's window. After acknowledging his son for his singing about his being on the level, then taking note of where the cat was, he went straight to the room that was across from Lazeer's.
"All of the boys must have these," he said. The aluminum sign, that was on the door that he was standing before, was a dark red color; there was a thick, bright silver border around the saying of I'm The Oldest; I Make The Rules. There was a piece of plywood above the sign that had Bile's Room: Enter At Own Risk burned on it. After reaching the door, then taking in its ornaments, he stretched his hand forward. He knocked twice then waited. He had to knock four more times before it was opened.
"Hey," Bile said.
"Wake you from a nap?" he asked.
"No—Ozzy Osbourne was playing; didn't hear you knocking until the song switched over."
Bile was wearing a pair of dark brown pants and a short sleeve, dark green shirt, that, of course, was torn in the chest and stomach areas, earlier that day; sometime after going upstairs after coming in that morning, he switched from wearing those. He was now wearing a gray muscle shirt and knee-long green shorts. The change in wardrobe allowed him to see, and confirm, what he thought on this son of his—Bile was a very healthy, and muscled, young man who, sadly, owed much of his appearance to his sire. Even through the shirt, he could see the depth of muscle that he had on his chest. His six-pack was firm and well-formed and his arms were big and well-muscled. From the waist on down, Bile was a "little" more trim. The skeletal right shoulder, the skeletal portion of his arm from his elbow on down to his wrist, and his skeletal knees were also inherited from his sire.
If he remembered correctly, the boy's paternal grandmother had once tried the old Junior routine on him when he was little. Whenever she and his brother came over for a visit, the first thing that'd she say was where's Junior; even as a young toddler, Bile loathed being compared to his father and being called Junior.
He, over the last few weeks, was trying to put Bile on a diet to lose some weight and muscle mass. So far, his son wasn't being very compliant with him. Angel was told about the weights that he took from the boys' work-out room on the night following their fight; through her efforts, and his fear of her actually following through in having him kicked from the house then barred from entering the shield again, the weights were returned to their former station.
"Got a weight in your room that you're working with?" he asked. He was expecting a yes-answer; what he got back surprised him.
"A "weight" weight? No. Dumbbells? Yes—been using the seventy-five pounders for a few hours now." Bile replied.
He tested the boy, then asked if he could come in after noticing that he was calm in his presence. Bile looked him over, then backed up, then turned to the side; he went in on cue—the old you-may-enter gesture was given perfectly; he was surprised over seeing that he both knew it and knew how to give it. After stepping into the room, he stopped short; it looked like the unused chamber that was to the left of the one that was Bile's would be fixed up for his adopted son. While he wouldn't say that the room was "cluttered" by any means, he would say that it had a good, "museum"-like air in it.
With it looking the way it was, he started looking at the basics. The bed, which had a rustic log frame to it, was pushed up against the room's bottom right corner. The bedding had multi-gray and black stereo and speaker designs on it; the two pillows had just multi-gray and black speaker designs on them. A rustic, pallet wood bedside table, that had a cubby-space on it, was beside the bed; the loud-ass, skull-themed alarm clock, that woke Bile up each morning, was on its surface. A lamp that looked much like a person's spinal column was behind the clock—it had a false-gold paint-job, and it looked like it was made out of a flexible plastic material. The light fixture was round and sturdy; it held a single, round bulb in it. The lamp's base, which looked like a human pelvis, looked quite heavy. A rather unique and expensive looking, dark brown and cream striped, Tuareg rug was on the floor before the table.
In the room's upper left corner sat a rustic, mountain pine dresser that had four drawers on it. A 30" flat screen tv was on the wall above it.
A rather full, rustic, aspen wood bookcase, that had five shelves on it, was across from the foot of the bed. Like with all of his biological sons, his adopted son had a corner desk and chair in his room. The desk was in the corner that was opposite the one that the bed was against; there were a few jars of paint, a few paint brushes, and a few napkins on its surface.
"Don't think I need to ask if you've got an interest in furniture that's rustic-made." TazirVile said. He found that the room had no more furniture in it.
"According to ma, I'm a junkie when it comes to anything that's rustic made." Bile replied.
"Personal opinion, Bile, don't mean to offend but that desk and chair look right tacky with the other furniture that's in here." TazirVile said as he started to look at the slew of items that were either on the walls, or displayed on the bookcase, or were on the shelves that were on the room's right and left facing walls.
The wall, that was to the left of the bedroom door, had two, big hunting trophies on it that he was quick to both examine and admire. The preserved Mountain Goat head, that was above the light switch, looked extremely well-cared for. The head, face, and neck were covered in thick, white fur; the animal had a fluffy, white beard and black eyes. The horns were black; they were about ten inches long. It was the fact that there wasn't a hair out of line, and that the fur was dust-free, and that the horns were very nicely polished, that made him believe that it was being well-cared for.
A preserved Hartebeest head was beside the Mountain Goat head. The face of the head was long; the fur that was on it was both light brown and sandy-brown. The horns curved in; along with the tips curving inwards, they had an S-shaped design to them. They had a reach of twenty-four inches. Like with the head that was beside it, this trophy looked very well-cared for.
There were a series of horns going all along the room's one window. The first belonged to the Bongo Antelope; they were heavy, long, and massive. They were also of the slightly spiral sort; they also had a reach of thirty-one inches, and had one and a half twists to them. These horns were hung on the bottom left side of the window. The next set of horns belonged to the Nyala Antelope; while their primary color was dark brown, their tips were yellow. They had a double twist to them. A set of Bontebok horns were across from them; they were both lyre-shaped and had a reach of nearly twenty inches. There were a series of clear rings on both of them. A Kudu rack hung under the Bontebok horns; along with being rather impressive, they were delicate-looking. To the naked eye, they looked right slender and fragile. With the exception of the tips being white, the Kudu rack was a nice, dark brown color; they had a length of about twenty-eight inches and had two and a half twists to them. A set of normal Wildebeest horns hung on the wall above the window.
He didn't need to ask if his son was taking care of the horns that were around his bedroom window—no fading of color could be noted, and no dust could be seen; they also had a good shine to them, and none of them had any breaks or cracks on them.
"Don't suppose you'd tell me why you and your brothers have the same stereo system in your rooms." he said after noticing the mini stereo that was on the bookcase's second shelf. There were a lot of music discs and magazines to the right of the system; he was quick to see that it was only the music that was carefully aligned. The magazines were piled up in an out-of-order sort of way.
"Ma got five of that system last year; they were late-birthday presents." Bile replied.
He thought that was a good explanation for each of his sons to have the same stereo system in their rooms—Angel had said something about her and the boys living abroad for all of six months about a month ago; unless they had something or packed something on them to listen to music on, they didn't have anything to listen to any music on during that time. Before looking at the bookcase's top shelf, he looked at the sword that was on the third shelf. The sword, which was on an acrylic stand, was mostly jade-made; the grip, cross-guards, and rain-guard were gold, while the obsidian pommel was shaped to resemble a lion that was roaring.
"Vile would take one look at this before declaring it a pile of junk," TazirVile thought. In his honest opinion, he wasn't very favoring towards the sword that was on the bookcase either but, in comparison to his nephew, who would probably be very vocal over his dislike of it, and would probably dispose of it after giving it a once-over, he wouldn't dare find himself speaking or touching it in a negative way. He just looked at it, thought that one sentence, then looked at the other items that were on the bookcase.
The first item that he looked at was a preserved North American Porcupine—an animal that had hollow spines, or quills, on its back and sides and that was mostly dark brown or black in color. The animal looked almost convincingly alive; he had to touch it to be sure that it was really deceased. A normal Muskrat skull was beside the Porcupine. The two skulls, that were on top of the bookcase, were facing one another; they, without a doubt, belonged to a species of wild cat. While he couldn't detect the species of what they belonged to, he could tell that the animal that they belonged to weren't full grown.
A preserved American hog-nosed Skunk was on the fourth shelf. While the animal was mostly black, there was a single, broad-white stripe going down its back that started from the top of its head then ended at the tip of its tail. The animal's fur looked right soft. The nose was pink. The animal had some right long front claws. The skunk was on the far end of the shelf; an oddly placed, juvenile Turkey was beside it.
"What in the Universe is this?" he asked as he took in the cat-like animal that was beside the Turkey.
"My Ring-tailed cat." Bile replied.
While he had seen a lot of animals in his life, and collected a lot of weird, and exotic, trophies during his hunts, he had never seen such an animal before in his life. The animal that his son called a Ring-tailed cat had buff to dark brown fur that had white underparts; it had a flashy black and white tail that had between fourteen and sixteen black and white stripes on it. The tail was longer than the rest of the animal—if his father was in the room instead of him, he'd bet that he'd compare it to a type of primate instead of to a "cat".
The last item that he looked at was quite large—it was a complete Black bear skull. Even though there were just four species of living, known bear on the planet, there was no doubt in his mind that the skull had once belonged to a male of that species. When he turned to look at the items that were on the room's one entertainment center, he noticed that there was a finely preserved Black bear pelt stretched across the baseboard of his son's bed.
"Think a certain son of mine has an interest in knives and swords." he said.
"Guilty as charged," Bile's smile was so broad that he was able to see the canines that were on his top and bottom jaws.
The hand carved, distressed entertainment system was nearly dominated by nothing but knives. There were a total of three shelves above it; two of them had a sword stretched across them while the third had a lone, stuffed toy on it—which he struggled to not look at right away. Before taking in the sword and toy, he looked at the center's many knives.
"Shouldn't be but so surprised," he thought as he took everything in. "Bile's father and grandfather have interests in knives; looks like he inherited that too."
The four knives, that were to the far left of the center's surface, were odd-looking; while he had seen a lot of knives in his existence, he hadn't seen any like these before. The first one had a turkey's foot for a handle; the blade looked to be made out of an Ox's horn. The second had the head and neck of a rattlesnake as its handle; the blade was made out of obsidian. When he gave the second knife a second look, he saw that it's snake head still had its eyes and fangs in it. The one that was beside it had a Snowshoe rabbit's foot as a handle; its blade looked to be made out of bone. The fourth knife in the set had a Coyote jawbone for a handle; a piece of translucent Obsidian was used for its blade. All four of these knives were housed on acrylic knife stands.
While they were in an array of shapes and designs, the other knives looked normal. Here was a knife that had a skull-designed handle on it that was wearing, what the humans called, a Viking helmet. The blade of this knife was wide; there were five holes in its center. Here was a twelve inch long Tanto knife that had skeletal art and etchings on its handle and sheath; the knife was on a matching skeletal hand stand. An executioner style axe, that had a skull between the two blades and a wire-wrapped grip, was beside the Tanto knife. Rather interestingly, the item that was in front of the weird-handled knives looked like a gun—though rude, he had to pick it up to see if it was what he thought it was.
After looking it over, then pressing its trigger, he found that it was a knife—the blade was four inches long and looked to be stainless steel. The whole outside, that contained the blade, was black and had skull designs on it. He sighed, then gave a relieved smile in his son's direction, after seeing what it really was; after doing them things, he placed it back on its stand.
"Find something that use to be a door knocker, Bile?" he asked after taking the metal, coiled snake from the hook of its adjustable stand. Once again, he was being rude in taking something from its station; unlike the last time, where he wanted a confirmation on whether the "gun" was a gun or not, it was pure curiosity that caused him to touch and then remove the coiled, metal snake from its stand.
"No, that's a small sword." Bile replied.
"Th... Bile, be real now. This can't be a sword. This has to be a door knocker." he said as he turned the coiled snake in his hands.
"Grasp the head-end of the snake then give a small pull. The sword's made out of a flexible steel material that's quite strong after being removed from its sheath."
He was blown away when he pulled a fifteen inch long, thin, and seemingly fragile blade from the coiled snake. Never in his long existence had he ever seen such a weapon before! He was tempted to ask his son if he could get the steel tested—something as unique as this could be a valuable asset in battle! He placed the sword on its stand then looked at the two remaining knives that were on the center.
An expensive-looking, red-brown leather sheath, and a set of brass knuckles, were lying before a rather ancient-looking knife that looked rather heavy. The handle of this knife was leather wrapped; a series of spikes were jutting up from the strip of metal that made it have a knuckle on it. This whole knife had a light bronze color to it; its blade was made of heavy, and thick, steel. One of the edges was serrated. The knife that was beside it had a wide blade on it that was just as shiny as could be; the handle, which went across one of the blade's edges, had a skull and crossbones design to it. The guard of the handle was set in a typical knuckle fashion, so one could fit his or her fingers in it.
A seemingly out-of-place, hardcover book was lying on its side beside the knife that had the knuckle-fashioned guard on it. When he picked it up, then read its title, he smiled. The Illustrated World Encyclopedia of Knives, Swords, Spears, and Daggers by Harvey J.S. Withers and Tobias Capwell; the material that the book was written on made it not so out-of-place now. He couldn't help but be proud of his boy for keeping the book near his displayed knives. He placed the book down then looked at the three shelves that were over the entertainment center.
"Think you'll need to put a security system around this, Bile." TazirVile said after seeing what he was. "Which of the two, longer swords that you have in your room is the one that you got from mother?"
"Jâd Cleddyf—the one that's on the bookcase." Bile replied.
The sword that he was looking at was approximately twenty-two inches long. The grip was designed to look like the body of a serpent, while the pommel was set to look like the head and neck of a serpent. The guards, which were designed to look like a leg-less dragon, were either made of real or imitation gold. The guards had a Kogatana blade—an Earth-made knife that was mostly used for utility purposes—and a brass-finish Kogai—an Earth-made pin that a warrior, who had long hair, would use to either keep their hair out of the way or aid them in keeping their hair in a bun—in it. The sword's sheath was black; there was a gold and green rope wrapped around its middle and close to its top. On the top, middle, and bottom of the sheath was an interrupted, gold plated serpent.
The sword was a beauty, and it must be worth a good, pricey penny—when Bile said that he found it in one of the nearby dumps, he had a hard time in voicing his disbelief. Someone threw out such a pricey, beautiful sword as this? How and why? He hoped that its tosser was in an insane asylum; swords like this were meant to be kept and displayed, not be thrown in the trash.
"Think I can ask you to sell me the next sword that you "find" in one of the area's dumps?" he asked as he took in the stuffed toy that was on the next shelf.
"If the price is right, sure." Bile said. "Just a head's up, though: I'm usually not one for selling or giving any of the knives, or swords, that I find away"
"Think your grandfather would chew one of your arms off for this." the stuffed toy looked right up his brother's alley. Though resembling a rabbit, it also looked like a monster. It had bugged out, yellow and white eyes, and big, yellow teeth. Its chin, chest, and belly were "covered" in fake blood.
"I have another to fight him off with if he ever sets his eyes on it." Bile said.
There were a total of four posters in the room. The one that was above the bed's headboard had a woman on it that was standing in its center. Non-surprisingly, the woman was wearing a bikini that had bead and lace designs on it. Her hair was tousled; she had a rather seductive expression on her face. This poster, much like the one that was closest to it, was in black and white. The poster, that was above the side of his son's bed, had yet another woman on it; she, who he couldn't place a name to for the life of him, was wearing a one-piece bathing suit. The suit's shoulder straps were sliding down her shoulders; a little bit of cleavage could be seen thanks to this. The woman was down, on her knees, in the ocean's tide; she had a very mysterious and sultry look on her face. The next poster was a colored one; it had yet another woman on it. The woman on this poster was lying on a piece of purple silk; she was wearing nothing but a black lace bra and panties.
"Nothing showing—scantily clad, but their parts are covered. No need to become a "paranoid" with any of these." he thought.
The room's final poster was over the corner desk. It had a blonde-haired, brown-eyed woman on it that was lying, stomach-down, on a bed that had a dark red comforter on it. The woman had a very naughty look on her face; a repeat of what happened with Lhaklar's poster would of happened if not for the censored tag that was going across the only exposed part that could been seen on her.
He started in on the items that were on the long, two-shelf, rustic hickory wood bookcase that was to the left of the room after looking at the posters. All of the items that he was looking at were lamps... he found himself as liking two of them right away.
The first lamp was quite large; it was one of them lava-types that had a fluid in them that reacted to the bulb being warm. The fluid, that was in the fixture, was an orange-red color. Thanks to the lamp being on, there were great globs of reddish-orange fluid floating around in it. The next lamp was the one that he found himself liking the most; while it was another of them lava-types, its base and topper piece had all sorts of pumpkin and bat resin designs on it. This lamp, which was seventeen inches tall and about six inches wide, was also on; the dark yellow and orange fluid, that was in its globe, was floating all over the place.
Plasma lamps had only been out for a few thousand years... he wasn't but so surprised to see that his son had an interest in them. The skull-shaped plasma lamp, that was beside the one that had the resin details on its base and topper piece, was a mostly purple and black color. Like with the previous two lamps, it was also on. There were yellow, light blue, and light purple bolts shooting all around its glass interior.
The next lamp that he found himself as liking had a Coyote skull on it. The bulb, that was between the skull's jaws, was all lit up. One of them LED type lamps was beside the one that had a Coyote skull on it; this one had two sculpted dragons, that were standing guard over a mood-sensitive crystal ball, on it. The crystal ball was a light green color right now; fog, and a lot of it, was drifting ever so lightly from the lamp's high resin base.
"The evil in me wants to steal the lamp that has the resin-made bat designs on it." he said as he started in on the items that were on the room's other shelves.
"You may now march yourself out of my room." Bike, who had since gone back to lifting his dumbbells, joked.
The first of the three shelves that were to the left of the closet had five models on it. The first one was based off the lake-monster from the movie Legend—to this day, he still thought that the humans behind the film had gotten their hands on a photograph of his great-grandfather. He still thought that the film's main antagonist looked almost spot-on to the man. The model of Meg Mucklebones was a mostly tan-green color; fake weeds were hanging from its shoulders, wrists, and thighs. The model had fake doll hair on its head that was a greasy, grimy black color.
The following model was based off the film, Attack of the Crab Monsters—Angel was responsible for his knowing and having seen this campy, crappy 1957 movie. He lost all of sixty-two minutes on the day that he saw it, but that was okay... since he caused his wife to lose sixty-two minutes of the following day. Quite surprisingly, the model was very impressive; the goofy teeth, that were in the crab-monster's mouth, were outlandish, but the rest of the model looked cool. A model of a scantily clad cavewoman being "attacked" by two ravenous Velociraptors was beside the Attack of the Crab Monsters model and a model of a... sexy as hell marine girl standing over a defeated alien beast was beside that. The shelf's final model was of a female representation of the Predator; he looked at it for a minute before turning his gaze to the next shelf.
"And, of the five, one won't be allowed to be put on display." he thought. The first model was of a dark-skinned woman, who was bending over a stone, Gothic stool that had plenty of skulls on it. The woman was wearing a tight corset that wasn't covering her top; she had red heeled boots on her feet, a collar with chain attachment, and ankle and wrist guards that also had chain attachments on them. When he chanced a closer look at this model, he saw that she had absolutely nothing covering her bottom half—her ass could be seen... as could her vagina!
A model that depicted the monster from the movie Tremors was beside the model of the dark-skinned woman. Bile had done the model rather well; it did look like a mini-version of a Graboid. The acrylic stand, that was beside the Tremor model, had a pocketknife on it that looked to have an olive-wood handle on it. The stand, that was beside the pocketknife, had a "small", rustic hatchet on it that had a red-brown leather wrapped grip on it. He thought that the pocketknife and hatchet were oddly placed on the shelf; instead of being where they were, they should of been placed with the other knives. The final model that was on the second shelf depicted Frankenstein's bride; while the stacked, black and white hair, was normal, the garment wasn't. The model was wearing a skin-tight, white dress that's left shoulder was completely hanging from the body part that it was suppose to cover. The model's left breast could be seen, and so could the nipple of the right one. Like with the model of the dark-skinned woman, this one wouldn't have a chance to be put up after the move to Moas was done.
The model of a bleach-white skinned woman, that was wearing a skin-tight, black leather outfit, was the first one that he looked at on the final shelf. The model, that was beside it, was of a woman that was wearing a gold collar that had a chain attachment on it; the model was wearing a gold and green bra-piece and a long, gold belted, purple loin cloth. A model of a dark-haired woman, that had a yellow and white snake draped over her shoulders, was beside the one of the woman that was wearing a loin cloth; this one was wearing nothing more than a brown bra piece and panties. It looked like she was "dancing" with the snake that was draped over her shoulders. The shelf's final model was of a ugly-faced, beady-eyed Troll—an actual Troll; the humans, over the last two-millenia, had really gotten it wrong on the species that he employed... Their perception of the Goblin race had caused many of his staff to get either upset or angry over their continually calling them Trolls.
"You've got a very nicely arranged room, son." TazirVile said as he went towards the door. "Don't suppose you'd oppose to having the chamber that's beside the one that you'll be using on Moas to be attached to it—with all of what you have in here, it'd be a shame if you got "lost" in your chamber, or if it started looking cluttered now would it?"
"Actually, think that's a good idea." Bile, who suddenly stopped lifting his dumbbells, said.
"I'll put the word out for the chamber that's to the left of yours to be emptied of its furnishing and then made ready for all of what you have in here." TazirVile said. He was just leaving the room when his son cleared his throat; Bile stood to his full height then walked over to where he was. What he said caused his blood to go cold.
"Just a head's up, pop—I haven't forgotten what happened between us this morning. I have plans in exposing it during supper tonight." Bile warned.
"What I did in preventing you from driving that car needed to be done, Bile. You're too young to be driving, you have no license to drive, and you don't know how to dr—" he started to say.
"I've had a license for a little over three hundred years now; I know well how to drive a car." Bile said.
"Bile—"
"And ma knows about me having a license to drive and about me knowing how to drive a car. She taught me herself, and she also paid for me to have the tests and then for my license to be made after I passed them." Bile said.
"Do I need to slam a punishment on you for trying to intimidate me, Bile? I stand by my actions and I'm sure that your mother will agree with me on why I took them k—"
"Uh-huh, we'll see what ma says after I bring it up at supper tonight."
They stared at one another for a few seconds before parting; a noticably stiff-walking TazirVile went down the hall—thoughts of his sleeping on the couch again, and of his being cast out of the house, then being barred from entering the shield that was over the town that his family was living in, haunted him the whole time he was going down the hall and then down the stairs—while Bile closed his bedroom door then went back to lifting his dumbbells.