In comparison to the consistent "drizzle" that fell on the first five days on the month, then then the ensuing four day period of decent weather, the tenth and eleventh were very fine and did well to bring in what was being experienced now. When he and his family woke up on the tenth and eleventh, it was chilly but not too chilly as to keep them inside; that happened after the temperatured dropped to nearly below zero at around noon. The temperature continued to drop during the early afternoon and evening hours of them days before rising just before the sun rose. In a way, they should of known to be on the look out for the upcoming snowstorm, which would blanket their corner of Germany for the next four days in nearly four feet of snow. While his uncle and brothers decided to don their winter wears, then go out in the snow, he and Eshal decided to stay inside where it was warm. His father surprised him and his sister by going out too; he found himself as being pelted by snowballs, then being "rained" on by snow after Bile decided to use a form of his Elemental Water powers to make a wave rush towards him. When his father, brothers, and uncle came in, they found that his mother had cups of hot cocoa waiting for them.
With it heading on three in the afternoon, his brothers decided to go out again. Eshal went with them, while their father and uncle stayed inside. Instead of going out with them, he decided to finish the model that he was building then do some more packing in his room. With there being five days to go before the move was made, he thought he should clean out his room of what was left in it that he wanted to keep; with the exception of the bedding on his bed, the furnishing, and his stereo, everything was boxed and then set to the side. He was struck with a bout of depression after packing the near-whole of his room up—with his living under this roof for over a year, he was going to miss it. The same went with the people who he use to hang around with. Astor, Ada, Seth, and Jarvis had already said their goodbyes to him, and wished him luck in the move; with their knowing he wasn't to ever see or speak with them again, they had made the decision to severe their relationship now instead of waiting until the next to final day of his stay on the planet. As far as he knew, Lazeer and his friends had done the same thing; Bile was planning on doing as they did with his friends on the fourteenth, which he thought was too soon before the move happened. During lunch, he discussed with both Bile and Guyunis on the importance of their needing to end their friendships now instead of later, so they could get over the feelings that came from them, and not be but so bogged down when the moving day arrived. Efagti said that he agreed with him, while his mother said that the decision on when they were to end their relationships with their friends was up to them; his father, on the other hand, just said for him to pipe down and leave his brothers be.
On the ninth, he went out to hunt with his father. The man, while impressed with how he conducted himself, snapped at him after he made two lewd jokes then started saying how he wished it would of been done earlier instead of then. In his mind, the hunt was hurried; despite having purpose behind it, he would of preferred for it to be done some months ago instead of a week and a day before they moved to Moas. After taking down what he did, then spell-sending it to the mansion on Moas, he and his father went home; Guyunis was asked if he wanted to go out to hunt two hours later. Surprisingly, his brother said no. Of the five of them, he feared that his father wouldn't be able to see how Guyunis did the trade that was only recently taught to him—his adopted brother, while looking to be over the bulk of his regression, was still experiencing some moments that were concerning them.
With it being -9.4° Celsius, or 15° Fahrenheit, the act of his going out to do some fishing was far from his mind. When his father approached him ten minutes ago, then said for him to get his fishing stuff together and get ready to do some fishing, he did nothing but gawk at him. It was much too cold out, and it was even colder near the water sources, so the chore of finding something to catch shouldn't be spoken of—when he said this, his father just looked at him then said for him to do as he told him to. Though confused over this development, he did as he was instructed in getting what he needed to fish with. His mother, though equally confused over his father's instruction, and reluctant to send him anywhere with him, said for him to go with his father. Seeing as she seemed to be going with his father's decision on his going out to fish, he calmed down then convinced himself that all would be fine; the old man was just taking him out somewhere where they could talk, catch supper, and get to know one another better, he thought while collecting what he needed for the trip. After getting everything together, then appearing before his father with it, he was given a further surprise when he was teleported somewhere—he preferred to teleport while being outside of the house; on this instance, his father grabbed, and then teleported him while they were inside. His surprise quickly turned to nervousness when he saw where he was after their teleporting was complete.
"Dad..." Lhaklar dropped the basket, fishing pole, and other items that he had on him then took a step back.
"Calm yourself, son. Nothing to hurt you here." TazirVile fought the chuckle while collecting his son's stuff, then going towards the river before them.
He knew where he was. In 4099, before being plucked from Earth by his father, he lived in or around here; the river was called the Green River, which was a tributary of the Colorado River, and flowed through most of Wyoming state. After graduating from the University of Telepathy, he made an effort to fish it once or twice a month. The city-turned-town of Green River, which he and his family use to live in, was named after this river, which flowed south of it. While he received a way of nostalgia over being here, he also felt fear—the shields in Wyoming state, which was one of the western states of the United States, were all down; he saw no shield around or even near him, which meant that his father brought him to an area that wasn't safe.
"Why the hell would he bring me here?" Lhaklar wondered. Along with wondering that, he wondered why he hadn't teleported home after seeing where he was; his mother would want him under a shield, and far from the Americas... Instead of doing either or both of them things, he was doing neither.
The shiver that coursed through his body was long. He bet his father, who came back to retrieve him, felt it when he grabbed him by the arm that wasn't broken. While the man was gentle in coaxing him to where his already ready fishing pole and basket was, he detected a sense of amusement from him. This gave him further cause to be concerned. Why was his father giving off a sense of amusement when his son was nervous... even fearful of his surroundings? His father, who knew the consequences of his being here, and of what happened between he and his nephew in November of last year, should know better than to bring him to any area that wasn't shield-protected or unavailable to be walked on by Master Vile's feet. He was about to rip himself from the man's grip, then turn and teleport home, when his coat was removed then he was pushed down to the rock that his stuff was propped against. Whether it was simple habit or fear he didn't know but, when he was before his fishing pole, he grabbed and then baited it; once the worm was on it, he cast it. His father, who had an ancient pole in his hand, did the same two minutes later.
"Anything good to find in this source?" his father asked after they were five minutes in on their activity.
"Yeah. Rainbow trout, Cutthroat trout, Brown trout, Largemouth bass, and Mountain whitefish. The Lake and Brook trout use to be found here but no more, due to being fished to extinction in 3123." Lhaklar replied.
"No catfish?"
"You can find them in Medicine Bow National Park."
"Let's see how much this father-son duo can catch for supper."
He was nervous, and looking over his shoulder at any odd sound that he heard, for twenty minutes before calming down. His father, instead of showing him up in them twenty minutes by catching fish after fish, was slow in bringing in what he landed—the line was "severed" on two occasions, while the third fish "got away". When he was calm, and figured that, if anything happened, his father would keep him safe, they started fishing in a normal, non-competing sense. He caught two Rainbow trout while his father caught one, and then a Brown trout; following his father's successful capture of the Brown trout, he reeled in a small bass, which he released due to its size. The two of them continued to fish in this normal, calm way for thirty minutes before he decided to up the anti in seeing how much he could best his father in what they were doing.
After sliding into the water, he cast his rod then let the bobber bob down the river a ways before reeling it in. While bringing it in, he caught something. The shine of yellowish-brown was seen, then the fish that had the hook leaped from the water; when he saw that happen, he locked himself to the task of bringing it in. In all, it took ten minutes of battle before he had it. The first fish of the "competition" was something that he had never seen before in this river; he automatically set himself to getting it stuffed after seeing it. Along with looking like a cross between a catfish and an eel, it has a serpent-like body and a single barbel on the chin. The body was elongated, and laterally compressed; the head was flat, while the nostrils were tube-like. The mouth was wide, and had many small teeth in it. While the two dorsal fins were soft, one was longer than the other; the anal fin was low and almost as long as the longer fin on the back. In all, this fish was thirty-two inches long and weighed somewhere around fifteen pounds. Once he claimed it from the water, he removed the hook then placed it in his basket; after the fish was secure, he rebaited his hook then cast it back out.
He and his father were neck-and-neck for a while on the Cutthroat trouts before, finally, he pulled ahead. Of the fish he caught, he decided to let his mother cook and then serve all but one of them. The one that he wanted to save was over twelve inches, and had to weigh somewhere around ten or so pounds; it had gold-colored flanks, that had black spots on them. There were a series of red, pink, and orange marks along the underside of the mandibles, and near the gills' lower folds. After catching his tenth Cutthroat trout, he tried for something else; ten minutes later, he bested his father by landing a huge Brown trout. By the time he had five Brown trouts in his already overstuffed basket, his father was done—he landed two Bass, then three Mountain whitefish, before noticing this. When he noticed that his father's rod was reeled in, and was put away, he decided to reel his line in then get ready to go. Seeing as how he caught somewhere around twenty fish, he figured it was time to go home.
His rod was newly reeled in, and he was going to retrieve his basket, when his father cleared his throat then spoke. It was then that he learned the purpose of this trip.
"Been watching you all while we've been here, son. Seems to me that you've got no issues in acting, or being, your age."
"Huh?"
"For the last few months, you've been concerning me. Instead of acting like your brothers in being a mid-teenager, you're acting like a grown adult. Been treating me and your uncle with disrespect, and showing your mother disrespect too. That's not the son I remember, or wished you'd become."
"The son you remember is long gone, dad. I was a young kid when mom took us away, remember? I'm not one anymore." while being honest with him, he did his best to not sound offending. He knew that, with some some parents, it was hard to let the memory of their children being young and forever dependent on them go; he fgured that this was what was going on with his father.
"No, but you've become someone who I wish you'd drop." his father turned to look at him. "One your age shouldn't carry the responsibilities that you've assumed to take up, Lhakie. You shouldn't be worrying about a job, or how to keep up with it so you don't get fired. While I'm glad to see that you're wise in handling the money you have, I'm not glad to see how restricting you are on yourself, or how you think the responsibility's on you to keep everyone happy."
"I don't think the responsibility's on me to keep everyone happy." Lhaklar said, again using a voice that was understanding instead of harsh.
"A lot's to happen in the next few years with you, son. As much as I hate to think and say it, I worry and a lot on how you're going to cope with acclimatizing to being as you should be. I'd hate to move you back to Moas then see you fall to the stress of reverting to your true age, and I think your mother would agree with me."
"That won't hap—" Lhaklar started to say.
"It will, son, if you don't make steps now to prevent it." his father interrupted him. The words that came next chilled him as well as angered him. "The act of you and your brothers returning to how you should be started when that storm took your car—while it'll be moved to the garage, neither of you will be allowed to drive it. You can remove the cover from it, and maybe sit in it, but the key to the ignition won't be given to any of you. I'll make sure of that, and of none of you being able to get in a chance to feel the effects of your nicotine withdrawals. With you five getting use to your new home, and how to live in it, and respect the ones who both live and work in it, you won't be allowed to go outside. I'll allow for the five of you to do the models that you've purchased, and even buy you new ones, and the essentials that go along with building them, but you won't be allowed to build one with each passing day. Along with—"
"Sounds like you're trying to tell me that you're planning on disrespecting mom by trying to revert how she's let us become." Lhaklar said. He didn't let his present mood go unnoticed; his father smiled, then nodded his head, when he heard the expression in his voice.
"Figured you'd say something like that. Your mother's a fine woman, and I love her greatly, but I do disagree with some of the things that she's let you and your brothers do. You and your brothers aren't the only ones to experience a bit of "trauma" after the move. Your mother will also have to acclimatize to how a wife's suppose to act, and how she needs to let me be among the parenting bodies of you guys."
"I think she knows how to do that." Lhaklar said.
"Don't get me wrong, Lhakie. I love and respect all of you guys, but there's still things that need to be changed. You, much like your mother and brothers, will find that it'll be a good one instead of a bad one. Granted, it'll take a while, but it'll all work out in—"
"Your favor, not ours." Lhaklar collected his stuff, then started to move away. He was about to teleport when a vine appeared around his ankle.
He spell-sent his things home then went to remove the vine from his ankle. Right when his hand was on it, his father stood then came at him; the man, who acquired Elemental Powers well into his adult life, and was taught how to use them by the woman who was given to him by the Gods, grabbed him by the shoulder then "gently" shoved him against the nearby tree. While struggling to get free, he was reminded of the event that happened between them in February. When he continued to struggle, and then swing his fists, the man spoke of how he was showing a good example of how disrespectful he was. He was throwing the man back while saying he didn't care, and that he shamed the respect that he had in him by telling him all of what he had "in store" for him and his family, when something was exposed that made him go still. All while hearing what the man said, the last shred of respect that he had in him evaporated; if anything, he wanted him away from him and his family, and definitely didn't want none of them to be moving in with him.
His father claimed to of seen him leaving the house at night. He also said that he followed him on one occasion, and was appalled by what he really did for a living. The man's face, which was very set in both anger and concern, told the rest of what he wanted to say before it even left his mouth—he was ashamed of him for working the trade that he did, for letting himself go in the direction that he did, and, if he didn't quit the Die Heiß und Hastig here in the next twenty-four hours, he was to expose his secret to everyone.
His mother, while letting him get a job, and work part-time, had never liked the idea of his being on the workforce. While proud of him for being mature, and trying to help her in keeping the family finances up, she had tried to get him to quit and then return to being as he was when he came home from school. After he got his fabled job at Walmart, she told everyone, Guyunis not included, as he wasn't with them at the time, that no one else was to get it into their heads about going out to get a job. His brothers were to stay as they were, she said, and they weren't to worry about where the money went. While his mother knew of his getting a job, she didn't know about his profession in the strip dancing circuit—he'd have a good, raw backside if she did... or be in the hospital. She also didn't know that, last year, he caved to saying yes to the night shift; while he was still working part-time, he went against her in doing the night shift, which she would also not approve of.
His father, along with getting on him for working what he did, and promising to expose his secret if he didn't quit it, said that he was conviscating all of what he earned in it. Instead of being allowed to use small increments of it, he'd have none of it. Until he "shaped up" towards his elders, he wasn't to see nothing more than what he received each month—seeing as how he was so "immature" and "disrespectful" of both himself and others, his allowance was to be slashed in half for the next three years. Hearing this both hurt and infuriated him—to him, the man was showing favoritism and punishing him for deciding to take on a job that'd give him a bigger quantity paycheck, which would do more than help his family get by each month. Even though he said this, the man refused to listen. He just shook his head, asked him how he could let himself go through with working what he did, then went to collect the things that he left by the river.
"Our time here, and this conversation, is over. Let's see you show some common decency, and respect, by not spreading it, or what happened when it was done." his father said after spell-sending his things to the house. "Got me?"
"Mmmm," was all he said in return. The idea of how changed his life was to be, and of how his mother and brothers were to fare during the change-over in their lives, was coming to him when the low voice of the one who he tangled with last year resounded from behind him.
"Showing the brat who's boss, or just trying to make yourself look like the one who carries the pants in the family?"
His son, who he probably hurt both mentally and verbally, jumped for the sky after Vile's voice was heard. Instead of rushing to be behind him, and take in the relative safety that he provided him, he went for one of the nearby trees. Ever since he was a child, Lhaklar was a fast climber of trees; he wasn't but so surprised over how fast he went up the tree that he picked to climb. Seeing as important things were just discussed between them, and his son would be distrusting him for a little while, he let him be where he was. While he mainly came here to talk with his son in private, and see if he exhibited certain things that teenagers did, he also came here to speak with his nephew; even though the man was ten minutes early, he didn't send him away or decide to avoid him. He approached him, and he didn't show any form of nervousness while doing so.
"You're early." TazirVile said.
"Yes, and glad too. Got in a good view of the area's present entertainment." Master Vile replied.
"For one who went through radiation poisoning, then a bout of genital warts and Gonorrhea, you look well."
"Hell of a time going through the latter two, but I thank you for saying that I look well despite them."
"Deserve what you went through with them. Learn from your mistakes in staying away from them ones who walk the streets, you'll live longer."
"Thanks for the advice now is everything according to schedule?"
"Yes. On the seventeenth, we leave for Moas. This planet won't see hide or hair of anyone of mine afterwards."
"Promise on that?"
"Keep to your end of the bargain and, yes, I'll keep to it."
"Good. It's good to see that you're not down on bargaining, or on approaching me to make one."
"When I see an opening, I go for it." TazirVile turned to look at his son, before speaking lowly and in a language that he didn't understand. "I look forward to doing business for you next week."
"Same here, Uncle." Master Vile smiled, then moved off. Once he was gone, TazirVile cleared his throat then called for his son to come down from where he was. It took him three tries before Lhaklar did as he was told; before going home, he reminded him to keep his mouth shut on what happened while they were where they were.