Efagti didn't do well by watching Bile's hunt. While he understood that it was hot in the location, and that his brother was disoriented and concerned about his skin burning, he did wish that he would of followed his son and then watched him take some of the birds, or even the lion, down. Due to his decision in following Hazaar and Lazeer to the Ball Pit, he couldn't see Bile's hunt or even help or prevent him from hunting; he thought that Efagti would do well in his place, and give him either a good report or one that he could use as a means to keep the boy from hunting again. Instead, his brother stood under a tree with his eyes shut all while his adopted son did the hobby that one his age shouldn't be doing. When he heard of how his brother conducted himself in Egypt, and didn't see what he asked him to see, he tottered on the brink of anger and frustration.
"Hey, don't look at me that way. You would of done the same as I if you were there instead." Efagti must of seen the look of anger and frustration on him. While he tried to smile at him, then throw a kidding word to mellow the mood out, he wasn't able to.
Ashaklar Ubalki, who was born under the surname of Zoopray, inherited the two ailments that the Zetakin race was known to exhibit. Along with having P.S.E., which was an ailment that caused various amounts of pain to one who wore inadequate equipment when they were outside and the thing that gave their resident planet light and heat alighted on their eyes, she had UV Skin Effection, which was a condition that one who's skin burned relatively easily when it was a specific temperature outside had. This fine woman, who had eight children to her credit, had passed either one or both of these ailments to her children; while he and Defe had both, Amadh, Phaggo, Blaiga, and Qhuakiz had P.S.E. Efagti was the only one of her children to inherit just her UV Skin Effection; Qeeta was the lucky one by not getting either of the ailments that their mother had—while they joked about this, they were also envious of her not having to worry about her eyes hurting her when she went outside when it was sunny or about her skin burning when she was out and about in hot temperatures.
While he had both ailments, he had yet to pass both to the children that he sired. To that day, he had just one child who inherited one of his ailments—Lazeer wore his goggled glass when he and Hazaar led him to Durmersheim, then to the Ball Pit; thankfully, instead of getting his severe-severe sensitivity, he got a less severe type of sensitivity. With he and Angel being forever young, and now engaging in full-blown sex, he might, one day, sire a child who had both of his inherited ailments. Or just UV Skin Effection, which always showed up when one was closing in on five hundred years of age.
Even though he was frustrated with his brother, he forced himself to come to terms on what happened and that Efagti only went by instinct in getting out of the glaring sunlight and into some shade. Bile took care of the cat after getting back from his hunt, then from whatever event he and his uncle went to after said hunt was done; once the cat's meat was removed, and the bones were properly disposed of, his son went on to tending the nine birds that he caught. When he, Hazaar, and Lazeer returned from Durmersheim, the basement was found to be a feather-filled mess. The birds were bagged, then stored in the fridge; Angel made each of them a meal from them that night. The cat's meat was consumed on the three days that followed, then normal meals were made and then consumed on the two that followed.
"Serious!" Guyunis, who, from what he was told, decided to come out from his room after Efagti and Bile left to do as they did, said after seeing the collection of books that his brother bought for him.
Bile, and Efagti, did some shopping while in the venue that they went in. It seemed that Bile found something for all of his brothers while at the event; when he found himself as not having anything for Eshal, he "snuck" from the house then went back to the event to see if there was anything there that she might like and want. Lhaklar received this massive book on classic cars, which he started reading right away; Hazaar received three books on the history of his music interest; and Lazeer received six old, but still together, books that were on the planet's extinct animals. It was only when Guyunis came down from his room after everyone was home and settled in that he received the things that were bought for him. With Eshal spending most of the day with her mother, she was the last to get the things that were hers.
Guyunis might need a new bookcase, or some shelves, for the collection of books that he got. There were over fifty in the collection, and each had them optic illusion covers that displayed a different oddity on them. Eshal received a few books that were on the feminine outfits that women use to wear from the 1800's to late 3800—she more than crooned over them.
Seeing as he missed the boys', and Eshal's, birthdays this year, Efagti bought something for each of them for next year's birthday. While he spoke on what he bought for them, he didn't show him any of it, which gave him a small concern. His brother, while good and soft-hearted, didn't know the boys as well as he thought he did. All he had was small observation to go by in what they liked; he hoped, for Efagti's sake, the boys would appreciate what he got for them and not let it just sit in their rooms and collect dust.
"From here on out, be careful on your purchases, boys. Let's not have but so much to pack for when we vacate the planet." he said on the night of the hunt, and book purchases.
Except for Lhaklar and Guyunis, the boys did some shopping on their personal interests on that day. It seemed that Bile just bought his monthly magazines before going out to hunt, then go to the event that he and his uncle attended; in the two days that followed, he purchased two models and something else that he wouldn't disclose to anyone—marijuana, he presumed. Before reaching the odd building that his sons called Durmersheim's local teen hang-out spot, Hazaar and Lazeer stopped to get their magazines. Until the thirteenth, when they came in with an armload of stuff that they were having trouble in carrying, he was content in knowing that they were being wise in limiting their purchases.
Along with doing the usual in getting their animals their food, vitamins, and supplements, his sons bought themselves a model and, alas, something to smoke. Seeing as he wanted them to quit, he took the packs of cigarettes right after seeing them—the boys, naturally, were upset over this... for a few hours before, somehow, getting two more packs to replace the ones that he took. Hazaar had this metal master New York Central Hudson locomotive model in with his things when he came in, while Lazeer had this model on a WWIII submarine in with his; they just bought them models, nothing more.
"Lhaklar's got a very good eye for vintage car models." he thought while waiting for his wife to finish the dishes.
He got his usual magazines and, he presumed, cigarettes while out and about in Karlsruhe on October 12. Instead of buying any models from the stores in the mall that he visited, he shopped and then sent for the three that caught his fancy in the catalog that came in the mail on the fourth. The red Bentley Blower No.1 was nice, as was the dark green 410 Superamerica Pinin Farina Coupé; the one of the 6C 1750 GS Zagato was probably his favorite of the three. Lhaklar had yet to get to the Zagato, but he was done with building the Bentley and around a quarter done with the Superamerica. His son had already said that he was sending the three models to the mansion after they were completed, so that told him that he was being a little smart in keeping the surplus things that he needed to pack for the move down to a minimum.
"Wish Guyunis would do that."
Yesterday, the boy who his wife adopted, and he was to act as a potential daddy to, went to get some stuff that'd tie him over for a while. More than a few eyes popped from their sockets when he returned. Along with his monthly magazine editions, some books and CDs, and two packs each of his preferred brand of cigarettes, he had five models on him that he said he was to build and then display in his room. The models consisted of a 1940 Indian 440 four, a 1922 Triumph Motorcycle Model H 1, a Jawa 350 motorcycle with Velorex sidecar, a 1924 AJS, and a 1950 Indian Chief Black Hawk; naturally, most had yet to be opened or worked on. Of the five, the Triumph was the only one to be open and about fifteen percent done—during supper, the boy said that he was busting himself good and proper to get it to look weather-worn; he was going to paint the Indian 440 blue, the Jawa black, the AJS green, and the Indian Chief yellow.
While he accepted the magazines, books, CDs, and models, he didn't on the cigarettes. Right after seeing them, he went to confiscate them; his attempt in being a bit parental with Guyunis didn't go well. Guyunis, after seeing him taking his cigarettes, came over then gave him a mean stare before taking his smokes, then other purchases, then going upstairs, where he stayed for the rest of the day. The mood between them was still murky; when he tried to be rational with the boy on his smoking, and on his needing to quit for his good health, he found himself as getting stared at again—about an hour ago, when Guyunis came in with a further two more packs of his cigarettes, they got into it on who had more authority than the other, and knew best for the other.
He had a feeling that Guyunis was trying to act like a bigshot with him today, which he wasn't about to let happen. Following his use of that word on the sixth, he started trying to get a bit more firm control of him—the boy was big for his age, and strong as an OvraOx, and smart and fast, but he still needed to know who his elders were and who he took command from. Being that today was a Saturday, and his wife was home, he met with some opposition on trying to take control of the boy—when he grounded Guyunis following his outburst on his having no say on what he did each day, Angel came over to calm the both of them down and then remove the punishment that he just installed.
"Are you trying to make him distance himself from you?" Angel asked after removing his punishment from her son.
"No. I'm trying to get him straight." he replied.
"Openly taking things from one who barely knows or trusts you, and getting into fights with that person, is a fine way to do that." his wife said. "You're a smart man, and should know how to go by Guyunis now; let's not cause him to think of you as the bad man, or the evil stepfather."
Angel claimed that she understood him and what he was doing, but she was still cautioning him on some things that he did with the boy who's biological father was still a no-show. While he was annoyed over this, and over his having about twenty-five percent of the boy's trust and respect, he was willing to continue with her rules in going slow with him. He apologized to Guyunis for his "jumping" at him, then trying to "rule" his world and how he liked living in it; in response, Guyunis said okay then slugged his fist into his arm. ShaamVile Kondee Surfeit had some big arms, which had some good muscle on them, and he bet he had a good punch to him—even though the man's son's "slug" was meant in a light way, he still felt it.
Following his apology to Guyunis, he went to find Angel then spend some time with her. As expected, she was found in the kitchen and by the sink. With nine people in the house, and most of them being in their teen years, a lot of dishes got to being dirty; after seeing her as manning the sink, which was flanked on one side by two days worth of dishes, he went to help her in doing them. She was cleaning them, while he was drying them off then putting them in the dish drain.
"You never said how it went with Hazaar and Lazeer when you three went to Durmersheim." Angel said while handing him a pot to dry.
"Went very well. With them two going through that phase, I was surprised over how well behaved they were." TazirVile replied. He dried the pot then put it in the dish drain quickly.
"I've heard about the Ball Pit several times now, but never questioned it, or thought much on it." Angel said more to herself than to him. She continued to clean the dishes, and hand him the ones that needed drying, before speaking again. "Surprised that you haven't asked any of the boys when they'll be going out to hunt again."
"In the next week to two weeks, I plan on surprising them one by one by taking them out to hunt. I look forward to seeing how well you've trained them on how to do it, and to seeing them do it." while truthful on what he said, he had to also choke it out. He was nervous on what was to happen with them hunts and, honestly, wasn't looking forward to them.
"You won't be disappointed." his wife said.
As a way to get his mind off the impending hunt that he and his sons were to do in the coming weeks, he thought about where Hazaar and Lazeer took him five days ago. After buying their magazines, then sending them home, his sons led him around for twenty minutes before turning then going to where this long concrete structure was. The outside of the building was green and blue painted, but had a texture akin to slime to it; the roof was normal, but smooth in appearance and had several smoke stacks on it. His sons led him to the four steps that made up the porch, then went up them, then went in. He was instantly blown away by what he saw after stepping past the opening where the seemingly solid piece of glass, that had the establishment's name, address, number, and hours on it, was.
The day's music was being played at a nearly too-loud pitch, and the presiding DJ was acting a bit too comical in his actions over manning it. The ceiling, and two opposing walls were made of something like mirrors, and caught the bedazzeling lights grandly; while the wall that the door was on was normal, the one across from it wasn't. The smoke stacks, that he saw earlier, belonged to the two grills. The cooks made anything that was on the menu then sold it for a decent price that didn't break their youthful patrons' pockets; they also made smoothies and milkshakes, which cost nearly the same as the rest of what was offered. While there were tables in the joint, and places set-up near the sides that had stools by them, most of the people in the building were standing and talking to someone or throwing themselves at the floor's colorful balls.
A series of four steps led down to the floor, which was nearly rubberized, and allowed for the balls to have an extra "kick" to them when they were assaulted by someone who jumped on them. The balls weren't the standard size of four inches; instead, they were a variety of sizes—from that to nearly softball, volley ball, and the normal and giant version of the beach ball. His sons were fast in joining the antics of the rowdy teenagers around them, while he just took to one of the tables and watched them.
"Think Mr. Modulavich's second oldest son goes to a place like this from time to time..." he thought while sitting where he was. "Think every city on Moas has something like this in it, so they'll be able to continue to go to places like this after the move's done and everyone's settled in to living in the mansion."
He and his sons stayed in the establishment for nearly two hours before leaving. They came home right after leaving; while Hazaar listened to some of his music, Lazeer lamented his still badly injured and slowly healing face. In the time that he and Eshal were living in the house, and on the planet, his youngest son's face had healed maybe ten percent. For an immortal child, some injuries did take a while to heal; he was fast in comforting his son, and telling him that it'd take nearly two years for his face to heal up to looking better than it was. With the gash being as bad as it was, Lazeer knew it was going to leave a scar—for it to not do so would be a surprise, and a good one, to the both of them. Up to when the pack of Marlboro's were seen in his youngest son's stack of purchases, they were fine with one another. He and Hazaar had one issue on the ninth, and that involved the volume of his music; other than that, they were also fine with one another. It seemed that any friction felt between his son and he was low or non-existent on that day.
He knew well where Hazaar came to be a bit negative towards him. With the boy only knowing him by name, and their only seeing each other twice, he shouldn't of taken the belt to him. At the time that the belt was taken to him, Bile, and Lhaklar, he thought that they'd understood that he was just disciplining them; the three had fought him, and his Goblins and Efagti, and had injured some of them enough to be sent home on paid leave, and he reacted to this by acting like a normal parent who was always in his child's life. Until the last couple of months rolled by, he stood by his recogning in disciplining them with that belt; now that he was under the same roof as they for more than three months, and was looking to move a boy who had such a bad history of abuse on his shoulders to his home soon, he knew that what he did was wrong. He wasn't about to use any type of weapon—whip, belt, shoe, or anything—on them again. It was to just be his words and, if the cause was good, the palm of his hand to get them straight.
"Take it that Efagti's with one or more of the boys?" Angel asked while handing him the last dish in the sink to dry.
"No. He's upstairs." TazirVile replied.
In a way, she was happy to hear this. She was surprised over how Efagti was conducting himself, and his visit; last month, he was doing well with the boys, and his brother, while, this one, he was very different. The predictable, surely man who had a good head on his shoulders, and knew how to present himself, was no longer present. Efagti was now acting right nervous, and was prone to target or try to impose certain things on her sons that were either causing them to be distant with him or fight him. She had definitely not seen this side of the man before—Guyunis's use of that word, and the boys being caught in smoking, to the side, he shouldn't be challenging her or her husband on their children or getting verbally violent or preachy with them.
The matter with Guyunis using that word was still being spoken of to that day, and Guyunis was starting to voice his desire in not wanting the man anywhere near him because of it. Efagti, according to her son, was using the time that she was at work, and that Tazir was either on Moas or with one or more of their sons, or Eshal, to approach and then "teach" him what words were appropriate to use during a conversation. The man was also giving him specific lectures on things that he either knew about or had yet to learn. While she understood that her brother-in-law was trying to help by telling her son that some people didn't like the use of that word, or hearing the other words that were considered curses, and was trying to explain to him some things that revolved around male teenage life, she knew that he was driving a wedge between himself and Guyunis. Guyunis was growing increasingly uncomfortable around him—he plain refused to sit near him, be near him when no one else was around, or let Sabine go within a foot of him. It seemed that the talk given to the man on the eleventh wasn't working; she and Tazir might need to either talk to him again or give his parents a call then send him home.
Efagti wasn't just gunning for Guyunis. He was also targeting Lazeer for being funny, or wanting to play the living room's game consoles, Hazaar for exhibiting his phase, Bile for being a bit aloof with his two friends, and Lhaklar for when he was nearly an hour late for curfew. He and Tazir had gone at it more than twice in the last two weeks, and he and she had gone at it once in the last week. Really, the only one who he hadn't had it out with was Eshal, who he was either okay with or thought he didn't need to impose on.
She knew the situation that was happening with Efagti's father, and she also knew that Amadh was still encountering issues with his hands. She was hoping that the stress from his worrying about them two issues was the cause for him to be turning into the man that she barely recognised—if that wasn't the issue, then she didn't know what was going on. She hoped that he either got over it on his own, then made a return to who she remembered him as being, or a simple talk between either her or Tazir, or both of them, would set him straight. The last she wanted was for them to move from the planet and have five boys who thought negatively of one of their relatives who were said to have a different personality than the Surfeit members of their family.
"Of the children, who are home?" Angel asked after pulling the plug to the sink then drying her hands on the towel that her husband was holding.
"None. All are out and about somewhere in, I presume, the town that we live near." TazirVile replied.
Or so he thought. The old foggy was presuming that they were in Elchesheim-Illingen when, in reality, they were scattered in odd places in the cities and towns that surrounded it. Being that their uncle was being such a turd with them, he and his brothers decided to spend some time in one of the teen hang-out spots that were around them. Eshal was in the park that was in Bietigheim; except for her, none of them were alone. Bile was with Angus and Aubin; they were in some place called The Old Gym, which was in Au am Rhein. Lhaklar was both with Astor, Seth, and Jarvis and in Rastatt's Dance Hall. Guyunis was with Giovanni; they were in some place called The Funhouse, which was in Durmersheim. And he was with Hazaar; his brother led him to the more renown hangout spot in Karlsruhe where not only games and music were played but specific beverages and food were made and consumed.
While he wanted to see some of the places that his brother visited either on a regular or irregular basis, his brother wanted to meet-up with one of his friends. While the Ball Pit in Durmersheim was sized appropriately for fifty people at a time, the Muse Fez only allowed for thirty at a time to come in. According to the electronic billboard, that was before the building's entrance, there were twenty inside; right after entering the establishment, he separated from his brother then went to play one of the games that were available to the ones who decided to come in then stay for a while. Hazaar, from the moment they walked in to about five minutes ago, sat at a table then waited. He was currently talking to a boy who stood three inches shorter than he; if he had to make any guesses on who he was, he'd bank on him being his brother's friend.
"The both of you, plus your brothers, need to either slow yourselves up in using these or stop all together before the move is made." he remembered his father saying on the thirteenth, after finding Hazaar's pack of Marlboro's beside his things.
With the both of them having as much as they did on them on that day, they decided to put it all on the coffee table then take a breather on the couch. Their father, along with eye-balling their purchases, came forward then took both packs of Marlboro's and Kamel's then targeted both of them for having purchased them. With his taking a cigarette from one of his brothers whenever he wanted a smoke, he didn't buy anying in the cigarette department while out and both browsing and buying what he needed and wanted for the month; his father didn't believe this when he told him it, and neither did his odd uncle.
Hazaar was more upset over the cigarettes being confiscated, while he was upset over being called out on something that he didn't do. He and his brother viewed their father as one of those hard-nosed libarians for a few hours before going out to get some fresh air; while Hazaar got himself two packs of Kamel's to replace the ones that were taken from him, he had a heart in getting him two packs of Marlboro's. While their father knew of their coming home with the smokes, he didn't have a chance to take them—their mother came up to prevent him from doing that.
Other than the instance where Hazaar had it out on the man on whether the mini stereos were coming with them when they moved to Moas, his brother had no other issues with him. He was surprised over hearing that all of their furnishings were to be left behind, and that their stereos were to be left to collect dust and all matter of bugs—even though their rooms on Moas had stereos in them, it would be nice to keep the things that they were given on their birthdays, plus the rest of what they saw in the catalogs that Mr. Leinart gave them on the thirty-first of July. If anything that they had went out between the move to Moas and then sometime down the road, they'd have something to act as "backup" until a replacement was found and then purchased.
"Course, dad'd probably say hogwash on that. With his being so money-leaden, he'd probably rush out to get a replacement for what broke or went out before the backup can be put in its place." Lazeer thought while leaving the game that he was playing.
The house was looking a little naked now. Some of the photographs, and portraits, on the walls were missing; some of the decorative things that their mother wanted to keep were missing from where they were placed; and their mother's room looked almost skeletal in appearance. If not for the bed, dresser, bedside table, and bookcase, they'd all wonder if their mother was sleeping in there—they knew she was, but the lack of what she owned in that room still made them wonder who slept or lived in it. In comparison to his mother's room, his room was lacking about fifty percent of its usually placed stuff. From what he could tell, his brothers' rooms looked the same as his—if not for the move being known to him, this would of given him a small spook.
Normally, he loved it when they packed for a move. The energy was good, as was the mood given from them, and the unknown of what they were moving into was enough to keep him up at night. On their other moves, it took about four or five days for them to get their stuff together and in boxes then into the new building that they were to reside in; he enjoyed the hustle and bustle of their moving about like their heads had been removed or just plain twisted the wrong way around, and their walking into one another in their haste to get things moved from the old residence to the new one, and the curiosity that gripped them after everything was all said and done with. On this upcoming move, he wasn't feeling any of them things. The energy wasn't good, and neither was the mood expressed or felt by any of them; while the unknown was doing its usual, it wasn't like it normally was. Instead of the move being done quickly, it was being done slowly and they weren't walking into one another or disclosing any defining bits of curiosity. If anything, he, and his brothers, were dreading this move.
"Wouldn't be doing that if dad wasn't forcing us to leave everything behind and then start anew." Lazeer said lowly.
The stopping of their having the friends that they gained while being in Germany was saddening. The upcoming loss of the furnishing that they owned was bad. The loss of their mini stereos was horrible. The probable loss of their independence, and of what they liked doing when it was light out, was depressing. And the old man thinking that he was above their mother, and that they were to adhere to all that he said with no lip, sass, or comments, was frustrating. With their mother, they received respect, but were still to follow and obey her; with their father, they seemed to be getting no respect, but were still expected to follow and obey his every command like soldiers in someone's military. Even if things had mellowed out in the house for them and their father, and sister, and they were on a little better terms with them, they were still apprehensive towards and with them—he and Hazaar "jumped" when they learned that the old foggy was to follow them to the Ball Pit, and they worried all while leading him to it about what he'd do after they got there then did their usual in mingling with the already present humans and interacting with the establishment's many balls.
The man, while accepting of their involvement in the building, and not voicing anything negative on who they spoke or hung around with, or consumed while there, didn't do anything but sit at a table and watch them. In a way, he and Hazaar felt like little children when they were there—the adult was watching them, and poised to go to them if anything came up; that was what they felt and thought when they saw that he was just sitting at one of the tables. If he moved around a little, or went to get something to eat or drink, or even spoke to one of the adults who were manning the security detail or cooking area, they would of felt better about him; as it was, they weren't as nervous of him anymore but were still nervous of how he saw their way of living.
"Guess there's time for both him, and Uncle Efagti, to work through their issues, and for us to figure them out." he thought before approaching his brother and his friend. Seeing as he had nothing better to do, other than play the establishment's games, listen to its music, and find something on its menu to eat or drink of course, he engaged the two in conversation. "Hey,"
Hazaar turned to acknowledge his brother then went to continue the conversation that he was having with the one who he saw more as an associate than a friend. From what he was able to gather from the kid, he was among the ones who were helped into the country earlier this year—his name was Javier Garcia; he was said to be seventeen, the oldest of his parents' four children, and pure Mexican. Up to a few months ago, he didn't know who he was or even knew he was in the country. The kid just walked up to him one day when he was standing under one of the trees in Elchesheim-Illingen's one park; he asked if he could bum a smoke from him, then if he could have a puff or two from the Kamel that he was smoking when he said he had no more on him. They started hanging around one another on an infrequent basis after he relented to his wanting to share his cigarette—seeing as he wouldn't leave him alone on that day, he just let him have the rest of his Kamel.
Most of the time, the kid just followed him around. It was the Muse Fez where most of their meetings took place in; he wasn't sure if the kid was gay, bi, or just plain lonely but he plain refused to leave him alone or go make other friends to hang around with. He had met the kid's father once—a man named Jose Garcia, who was just as Mexican as could be, from appearance on down to his accent—and he thought he was nice and presentable. Mr. Garcia worked in the Karlsruhe palace, while his wife was an accountant in a bank; if he was told that the man was the former senator of Utah, he would of come under the belief that he was working for the city's government, which moved to the palace in 3465.
Of the twenty in the building, he knew only a few. The one who was standing near the front of the line for register two was Louis Bradley. The one that was leaving the virtual car ride game was Louis's younger brother, Charles, and the one who looked about ready to leave was Susan Lee. The one who was just coming in was half-known to him; all he knew was her name, which was Bianca Capello. The Muse Fez was a fine place for youths to go and have fun in, and it was also a good place for youths to get together for plain conversation, or to discuss what they were to do later on in the day or week; he agreed to meet Javier here for only one reason—to tell him that the "time" they had in being "friends" was to be cut short here in a month.
"What do you mean you're "going away"?" Javier asked after he returned his attention to him. "Are you and your family moving or something?"
"Yes, and soon." Hazaar replied.
"Serious, or are you just trying to get rid of me for someone else?"
"If you don't believe me, ask my brother. He'll tell you the same as I—that me, and my family, are leaving in November". Hazaar gestured at his brother, then gave him a look that told him to agree with what he was saying. Lazeer blinked his eyes then nodded his head; he did as was wanted of him.
"That's right. We're to be moved far from here in nearly a month's time."
What happened was reminiscent to how his other two associates reacted to what he told them on the impending move. Unlike his brothers, who either made time or just bumped into the ones who they found themselves as befriending, he hadn't made any friends while living in Germany; too much was happening for that to happen, and he wasn't one to do the spontaneous friend thing. The ones that he hung around with on an irregular basis didn't have his phone number, nor had asked for it, and they didn't have or know his home address, and they had never asked for it. All they did was hang around one another, jowl themselves on certain things that they had a mutual interest in, then separate; to him, this wasn't a friendship. This was more like an association, which, to him, was very different. While he felt a bit dragged down by how Javier was reacting to his leaving their association circle, he knew he was going to be okay. Like himself, he'd pick himself up, dust himself off, then find someone else to hang ar—
"Hey!" Hazaar snapped after his now-former associate's fist struck his arm, then came close to hitting him in the face.
"Imbécil! Usted me usó, y ahora está tratando de deshacerse de mí!" Javier's brown eyes danced wildly in his face, which looked decidedly red despite being brown.
"No, I didn't. I'm just telling you that I won't be around much longer and that you—" Hazaar started to say. In reality, he hadn't used the kid for anything like he was implying he did. About a week ago, when he saw the two video games that he thought would go well with the game console that Guyunis had, but noticed that the store's owner wasn't to sell them to him because he was an "alien", he asked Javier if he could go in then purchase them for him. When the kid did so, he reimbursed him for what he spent on them; while he was sans €200, which he stole from Lhaklar to make the purchase, he was happy with what he got and was grateful for Javier's help in getting it for him. If he was dumping his associate right after that transaction happened, he'd see himself as being an asshole; seeing as a whole week had gone past, and that this was the first time that they had seen each other since that transaction took place, he didn't seem himself as being what Javier just called him.
"You're a chump... I hope you enjoy wherever you and your pathetic family move to, and have fun when karma comes to nip you for what you did to me." while Javier's yell attracted some attention, and his tears caught some sympathy, his charge from the building caused many to think that he was either retarded or just upset over learning that his gay lover just dropped him.
"Dude, thanks for showing me how Eli, Killian, and Kiefer will react when I go to tell them that we're moving soon." Lazeer said after Javier left.
"With the way they are upstairs, I think you and they will be fine when its told to them." Hazaar said while going to check his arm for bruising, which would appear a little later on that afternoon, and cause his parents, and uncle, to think that he was in a fight somewhere.
Seeing as how he "disrupted" the building's non-confrontational air, he left then went down the street. Surprisingly, Lazeer came with him. They spent about an hour in one of the bars that were on the street that their brother's workplace was on before going to the mall; before entering, they did the spell that prevented the smell of alcohol from being detected on them—while at the bar, he consumed half of a Bud Light then gave the rest to his beer-virgin baby brother, who made the face that he usually disclosed when he smoked once the first swig was down. Once in the mall, they window shopped, then bought two things that they thought Eshal and Guyunis would like, then turned to leave.
It was just their luck that, when they were nearing the exit, their uncle, and group of teenage girls, were seen as approaching them. Seeing as a bunch of girls were coming their way, he stopped then took in a breath; if not for his uncle, he would of put the idea of acting like a stud to practice.
Since Efagti had longer legs than the girls, and was a few steps in front of them, he reached them first. While they were curious about his being in the mall—when they left the house, he was all holed up in his room reading some magazine that he was going to strides in keeping hidden from all who passed his half-open door—, they didn't speak or even question why his presence was where it was.
"Hey." Hazaar said to his uncle.
"Hey there." Efagti said. He then turned his attention to the one nephew of his who hadn't acknowledged him. "Lazeer."
"Uncle Efagti." Lazeer responded.
"Looks like you've been buying things again."
"Just something for Eshal and Guyunis." Lazeer said before Hazaar could.
"I'm sure they'll appreciate what you've gotten them." Efagti said. He was about to say something else when a feminine voice overshadowed his.
"What's this we're hearing about you and your family moving?"
When he entered the building, he knew that he had company coming in behind him. The group of five female teenagers picked up his trail right after he appeared on the street's start, then started following him; while annoyed over this, he was telling himself to remain calm. He knew that they weren't looking for trouble. They were, more or less, curious about him and were following that up by stalking him. He was hoping that they'd move on, and allow him to get in the fresh air and sunshine that he decided he needed—with the temperature flunctuating the way it was for the last three days, he couldn't stay out for long and, really, neither could they or his nephews.
Eshal had already come home, as had Bile and Lhaklar. With Guyunis still showing the signs of being wary of him, he wasn't putting much worry in on where he was or what he was doing; he was sure that he was in some structure that's temperature was more assured. With Hazaar and Lazeer not being home yet, or showing any wariness of him, he decided to see if he could bump into them while taking a walk towards and then in the mall that was in Karlsruhe—he was glad to see that they were still wearing their coats, and were being wise in sticking near structures that one could go in to get warm if it suddenly grew to being unfavorably cold outside.
The weather was really starting to make his skin crawl. When the whole of the Surfeit and Ubalki clans were on the planet, it was fluey but not like it was now. Back then, they could move around or do small changes in their routines to accommodate what was happening outside; nowadays, no one could do that. The storms were increasing in power, the cold and warm periods were either very short or long lived, and no one who handled the stations where the weather was predicted and then shown to the ones who needed to know what was to happen on certain days of the week to plan things for either work or their family were able to keep up or predict what was to happen with the weather.
"Shouldn't be much longer before it evens out, and returns to normal." his brother said yesterday, when he questioned him on the weather's erratic behavior.
While he knew nothing of how one went by entering a planet while driving a ship, or the effects of such an entrance, he did know certain things on how climate worked and changed. Sometimes, something small was needed to knock the climate out of whack and, othertimes, it took a big catastrophe for a massive change to happen; he was starting to wonder if his brother's quick entrance to the planet in October of last year didn't do something to the climate, and that trouble was on the horizon for all who lived on the planet that said climate was on. The weather should of cleared up a while ago, his conscious was telling him; things should of calmed down and everyone should of returned to schedule a few months ago.
When he entered the mall, he was greeted by a warm gust of air that caused him to stop for just a second. After seeing his nephews, he got over the sudden change in temperature then went towards them; curiously, the teenage girls did the same. Up to now, he had figured that they were interested in wanting to follow him and only him. Now that he was before his nephews, and one of the girls behind him had spoken, he knew better. He might of been followed earlier by curiosity but, right now, the girls were focused on his nephews. After discovering this, he stood by. Just in case Hazaar and Lazeer needed help with anything.
"Yes, we're moving in nearly a month's time." Hazaar responded to the girl who led her group.
"Don't suppose it's because of Master Vile's "declaration" of making settlements on this part of the planet then having certain alien families move in?" the girl, who had long, naturally curly brown hair, deep brown eyes, and darkly tanned skin, asked.
"No, and I don't think he'll follow through with doing that." Hazaar said.
"With there being only fifty or so families on the planet's other side, I don't think so either." Lazeer said. "What's the point in doing that, and using up unneeded resources and money, when there's no benefit to it?"
"He'd have to start from scratch, and run the risk of the ones who move over here getting zapped by the shields and then sue him for the injuries that they receive." Hazaar said.
"My dad said that there was something fishy with the tone of his voice when he made that speech—I doubt if he does it too." the girl behind the group's leader said. Except for her dark brown eyes, this girl looked very Hawaiian in appearance.
"If it's not Master Vile's declaration of moving other people over here, then what's making you and your family move?" the first girl asked.
Efagti watched the faces of his nephews and the girls closely while the bit on why Tazir was moving his family to Moas was explained. While Hazaar spoke most on the subject, he didn't seem to show any signs of stress or emotion that he thought he would exhibit; Lazeer, on the other hand, did show some signs of stress from the upcoming move but, surprisingly, kept them to a minimum. The girls spoke for a long time with his nephews, and showed a decent amount of emotion towards the impending move, before switching to talking about why his nephews' father wouldn't help the ones overseas in getting out from under Master Vile's tyranny. While his nephews were vague in talking on this subject, they did say that they had no say on it but agreed that Master Vile did need to be ousted—and before something dreadful happens, as Hazaar so put it. Following the discovery that the group's leader was one of the daughters of one of the overseas nation's leaders, and that another in her group was her younger sister, he gave his nephews the signal to end the conversation then move on, which they reluctantly did.
"The last thing that Angel and Tazir need is for one of the kids of one of the former leaders of the overseas nations to pursuade their sons into being delinquents, or hassling them into doing something that they don't want to do." Efagti thought after seeing his nephews off, then turning to continue the activity that he was there to do. Before thirty minues were up, and he went home following a near disastrous encounter with a woman who tried her damnedest to both follow and pressure him into taking her home, he felt proud of himself for preventing something from happening within his brother's family.