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| Wonders of Technology; [Rosie, Rahne, Open] | |
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| Topic Started: May 5 2008, 08:07 PM (434 Views) | |
| Wolfsbane | May 10 2008, 06:19 AM Post #16 |
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"Och, no. We had quite a lovely little chat, Mister Summers. Gettin' to know the young lady quite well, if'n I do say so myself. She really is every bit as lovely as the pictures suggested," Rahne cooed, clasping her hands in front of her and tilting her head slightly to the right. She made no comments on Scott's doting on his daughter. It was a man's God-given right to treat his daughter well. His responsibility, even. Rahne would have found it strange had Scott not been sweet with the girl. This behavior was healthy. It did good for both him and Rosie, and that was a blessing in and of itself, something they all needed from time to time. "But it is good that ye came by when ye did, though. I was, erm... ye remember when we spoke a few days previous? And ye... well..." Rahne sighed sharply and ran a hand through her hair. "Mum's run out of money. The lab's goin' t' be shut down an' she's taken a job teachin' Genetics over at Oxford, an' she's takin' Kevin and our last wee one Miles with her. And I was just wonderin'... erm... I was wonderin' if that job offer ye gave me is still good." |
![]() [size0]Say the dog and butterfly, in the air they like to fly. Dog and butterfly. She knew she had to try, and she float back down to the warm soft ground, laughing - she don't know why, but she had to try, she had to try. Dog and Buttefly. Avatar by Natalie, signature by Olga. My graphics set is complete again! Thank you so much! | |
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| Rosie | May 10 2008, 05:01 PM Post #17 |
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When her father scooped her up, Rosie tried to turn her face away, ashamed of herself, but Scott wouldn't let her. The gentle hand under her chin made her sniffle and look up, worried that she might see anger there, but all she saw was...well, her father, looking very calm. It made it easier to watch him. His words made the guilt siphen out of Rosie, though she still felt bad about going into her father's office when she wasn't supposed to. "I know, Papa..." Rosie whispered, her chin quivering. She knew her father loved her to the moon and back -- it was a feeling that she shared most definitely -- but it was times like these when it was nice to have confirmation of the fact. Rosie sniffled one last time, wiping another tear from her face with the back of her hand. "I love ya too, Papa." She whispered, making a visible effort to stop crying. After all, she didn't want Rahne to bite, or to look like a baby in front of her new friend. Taking a deep breath that banished the tiny sobs, Rosie looked back to the hologram. "We talked." The little girl said with a grin, giggling when Rahne reaffirmed this. When the tone became serious, she bit her lower lip, listening. "Can she come, Papa?" Rosie wanted to know, craning her head back to look at him. |
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| Cyclops | May 10 2008, 09:56 PM Post #18 |
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Rosie was smiling and even giggling a little by the end of his talk with her, and Scott, who had never really expected to be a father, who hadn't had the most conventional of upbringings and had only a decade of often absentee paternal parenting before being orphaned, hoped that Rosie understood. She was a mystery to him, like so much of normal human interactions thanks largely in part to his isolatory habits, and without Jean's immediate assistance in sucj matters, he never knew how quite to cope with her. She was a child, she was a female, and she was his daughter. So many new habits to develop." "Mum's run out of money. The lab's goin' t' be shut down an' she's taken a job teachin' Genetics over at Oxford, an' she's takin' Kevin and our last wee one Miles with her. And I was just wonderin'... erm... I was wonderin' if that job offer ye gave me is still good." "Absolutely, Rahne," Scott said, "There's always a place for you, but we'd hate to see the lab close down. Wouldn't you rather we fund Moira's continued study? The school is at it's highest enrollment ever, and our governmental stipends have not been cut off, even in the wake of this ill-informed sentinel fiasco. We'd love to have, you, don't get me wrong, and even if Moira accepts our offer, we'd still love for you to come. As you can see, Rosie, is at a good age to begin her schooling, and we have two other children here who are just a tiny bit older. A small class to be sure, but hopefully we'll have a full class for you soon. If you'd like we can have Warren's accountants..." His voice suddenly cut off and then he said, "We could have some accountants draw up a funding proposal if you think Moira would be interested." |
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| Wolfsbane | May 11 2008, 06:05 AM Post #19 |
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"Ye'd have t' talk t' her about that, Mister Summers. I cannae make any kinds o' decisions in that regard," Rahne sighed, with a brief shrug of her shoulders. "She's already set up the new job, bought a new house, and we've been preparin' to close up shop here for a few days now. Ye know how she is when she's made her mind up. But please, by all means, try t' talk her out of it. Lord above knows I've tried, but she's stubborn as a whole team o' mules. She said she'd do her best t' keep her work up at Oxford, though." Rahne nodded her head in a very small motion, barely perceptible, and took a deep breath, letting it out again slowly. "I do appreciate it. It may take me some time to get over there, there's still alot of work to be done before everythin's set t' close down, an' then I've got t' book a flight and whatnot. I'll let ye know as soon as everythin's all set." She took note of his apprehension at the mention of Warren, and was clearly confused. The two had been very good friends for as long as she had known them, which had been quite a while. "Is everythin' alright, Mister Summers? Forgive me if I'm pryin', I dinnae mean to." |
![]() [size0]Say the dog and butterfly, in the air they like to fly. Dog and butterfly. She knew she had to try, and she float back down to the warm soft ground, laughing - she don't know why, but she had to try, she had to try. Dog and Buttefly. Avatar by Natalie, signature by Olga. My graphics set is complete again! Thank you so much! | |
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| Rosie | May 12 2008, 12:02 AM Post #20 |
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As the conversation turned to other matters, Rosie left her face bury itself into her papa's shirt, relishing the fact that he was actually there. She didn't particularly want to listen to the conversation, not when so much misery was already radiating around the mansion. But it was impossible. Rosie couldn't help listening, eyes steadily widening as Rahne and her father spoke. She didn't know who Rahne's mother was, but it was bad that there was no money for her, right? The little girl bit her lip, and slid down to sit on the floor, picking at the hardwood floor absently. The mention of Warren made Rosie's head lift, though. There was another thing that had been puzzling her for a while; she hadn't seen him around for a day or so, which in itself was not unusual, but it was the attitudes surrouding his disappearance that she couldn't understand. What was going on that had made her father so disgruntled towards Warren? Even though she was more than a little happy that Rahne was coming to teach, the little girl just couldn't shake the feeling that something was going on. Things were happening, besides the already bad things going on, and Rosie wasn't sure what to feel. So she waited for her papa to answer the question about Warren, hands moving restlessly on the floor. |
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| Cyclops | May 12 2008, 01:10 AM Post #21 |
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"Well, I'll place a call to your mother as soon as possible," Scott said, "Hopefully we can at least continue her research. It's vital, especially now, with all that's going on." Rosie buried her face in his chest and he idly stroked her hair. There were still tears on her cheeks, and she was probably ruining his black shirt, but it didn't matter. He didn't mind it so very much if it gave her comfort. Things had been so hectic, so tense, so frustrating as of late, that he sometimes forgot that it was too much for a little girl to understand. "We're a little swamped around here at the moment, Rahne, but we'll get started on getting you a visa and the necessary papers to register as a teacher here. Perhaps Jean can help with a child care licence..." His voice trailed off as battle plans began to form in his head, lists of things to do, the proper order and sequence of events. Control, always in control. "Is everythin' alright, Mister Summers? Forgive me if I'm pryin', I dinnae mean to." He looked at the holographic representation of the girl he had known since they were both much younger, both already mutated, both already in this life up to their ears. He knew what she was referring to, by the way she looked at him when he stumbled with his reference to Warren. He sighed at her question and said, simply, "We felt Mr. Worthington's view points were not in keeping with school policy and so, he's taking a leave of absence until he can reconcile his way of thinking. That's all." He pushed Rosie back gently, shifting so he could lift her and he said, "If there is nothing else, Rahne, we really should be going now. I think perhaps, I haven't spent much time with my daughter lately. It's a nice enough day that maybe she'd like to go for a ride in her push plane out in the gardens." |
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| Wolfsbane | May 12 2008, 03:38 AM Post #22 |
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"Well, I thank ye, Mister Summers. I would imagine she'll keep up her work. Hopefully, a university would be more open t' what she does than Parliament an' the sheepherders who share the island with us. They're nae terribly friendly, unfortunately. I swear, every time one of 'em loses a sheep, they automatically assume 'tis me fault. I may be alot of things, but I am nae a sheep-thief," Rahne huffed in mock indignation, folding her arms at her chest. "I'd much appreciate that. I wouldnae know the first thing to do in regards t' the filin' of papers an' whatnot. I'm nae much of the secretarial type, as ye well know," she smiled as she unfolded her arms. "I know I've got a passport here somewhere. No worries, I'll find it. I must admit t' bein' excited about the prospect now. I've clearly got some wonderful children t' look forward to seein'. I suppose I c'n let ye go f'r the time bein'." She shifted her attention from Scott to Rosie, and reached out, the hologram "touching" the girl on the nose, though she wouldn't feel a bit of it. It's only light, after all. "Now, young lady, I expect ye t' be ready t' learn when I get there. Just 'cause yuir cute as a button does nae mean I'll be lettin' ye off the hook. B'sides, 'twill be quite a bit o' fun, I promise ye." |
![]() [size0]Say the dog and butterfly, in the air they like to fly. Dog and butterfly. She knew she had to try, and she float back down to the warm soft ground, laughing - she don't know why, but she had to try, she had to try. Dog and Buttefly. Avatar by Natalie, signature by Olga. My graphics set is complete again! Thank you so much! | |
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| Rosie | May 12 2008, 03:52 AM Post #23 |
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Rosie let her father pick her up, careful not to squirm or wiggle so as not to make his knee go out. Her face had lit up at the prospect of playing outside with her plane, especially because she wanted to try something out with her powers and had to have adult supervision to do it. "Rahne doesn' take sheep, Papa." Rosie confirmed, just in case he might not know it. "She's a good puppy." The look on her face was that of childish seriousness, of loyalty that included not wanting a friend to be blamed for anything. So what if she'd know Rahne all of ten minutes? She was a friend now, and teacher soon. The little girl giggled when Rahne reached out to 'touch' her nose, reaching up automatically to grab the finger only to come into contact with...well, light. "I wanna learn ta read." Rosie confirmed with a swift nod, looking between the two longingly. She'd always been confused as to what the little symbols on the pages of her books had meant, and while pictures were nice and all, she wanted to keep up with Valyn and Meghan, and all the other older kids. "And count ta a bazillion. And fly a big plane." The list was longer than that, but Rosie closed her mouth and leaned her head against her father's shoulder, watching the two of them happily. Yup. She couldn't wait until Rahne was there. |
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| Cyclops | May 12 2008, 04:55 AM Post #24 |
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"We'll be in contact soon, Rahne," Scott said, "Give your mother our best." He turned off the holographic display and turned his head to the little girl in his arms, resting his forehead against hers, "Poor Rosie, I've been a very bad papa, haven't I? Work work work, all the time. No fun for you, huh?" He hugged her tightly, "Well, I think we have enough time to spend this entire afternoon playing, how does that sound, Rosebud?" He scooped her up, and balancing her on his good side, he took her outside, taking the pedal plane they'd given her for Christmas, and the rest of the day was spent playing by the lake. After a little while as the sun began to set, Jean came out to join them, bringing a picnic supper, and the three of them ate, and talked and played until it was time for Rosie to go to bed. There were many things wrong with the world, there were many dangers to protect the little one from, there were many details to work out, many plans to make, many battles to fight. But as Scott and Jean brought their child in from a peaceful night, their thoughts were not on the miserable present, but on the promised future. They would make this right. They would make this right. [align=center]End of Thread[/align] |
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