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Post by loella leyna von fusch on Mar 20, 2010 1:32:56 GMT
Another day stuck in the blimp. I understand the concept of the blimp but we don't land often enough. The girl sighed and sat back in her chair. She was stationed in the kitchen currently, ignoring the FREAKS sniggering in the corner. She couldn't possibly bother herself with such idiots. Sighing she stood, slightly staggering. Not now why now? She was beginning to wind down and had to hurry to Dok's lab otherwise she'd be stuck in the hallway unconscious until someone found her. Finding this idea very unpleasant, especially with the FREAKS around all the time she headed out.
Walking down the quiet hallway her boots echoed dully off the plain walls. The plainness of the blimp often bothered her immensely and she bit her lip, at least happy Major had allowed her to paint and decorate her room. She slowed her pace quite a bit and her vision swam. The slowing tick of her heart filled her ears and she stumbled into the lab, her eyelids fluttering. "Herr Dok" She gasped. "W-winding down." Dok gave her a startled look and quickly grabbed a small antique key, sticking into the keyhole shape in her chest and turning it.
Loella released a slightly pained gasp and struggled a bit, but calmed as Dok took the key from her chest. "There." Rubbing her chest Loella quietly thanked him and stepped out. Daily trauma was over now to find some actual entertainment. Should she visit Major? He was probably busy. Train the FREAKS? She said ENTERTAINMENT not finding a reason to kill herself. "Zere is nothing to do!"
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Post by Schrodinger on Mar 20, 2010 10:33:19 GMT
Schrodinger was becoming quite bored lately, he had no clue what to do. He could visit London using his powers, but there would be no point as it would be burning in flames soon enough, and he would have no one to go with. That was one potential option down, if only he had more potential options that were much funner.
He could go and visit the Major to see if he had anything for him, but it would most likely be something to do with something boring as usual. Sadly for Schrodinger, the warfare had not started yet, so the only entertainment was....there was no entertainment.
"Zis sucks! Perhaps we should attack London now? What do all of you think?" Schordinger shouted at a small army of FREAKs, who looked at each other and did not know what to say, some were scared of Schrodinger, some were disgusted by him, and other found him pathetic. A very mixed opinion of someone surely, which meant akward answers and such. However, none of them took the risk of saying something wrong, as you could never be too careful when talking to someone who had power within the Millennium. "Not very talkative I see. You must be as bored as I am zen..." Schroginer stated, closing his eyes and crossing his arms in disappointment.
Finally getting sick of the room, Schrodinger left, and walked out of the room, and decided to take the tour of the place, although he had done it many times before, the sound of a tour made it slightly more interesting than a simple roam around. With his boots making echoes along the dark and gloomy Nazi hallways, Schrodinger looked in and out of each room, to see if anything fun might of been happening. However in each room, only planning, training and resting were going on. Boring.
About to whistle, Schrodinger stopped before he did as he caught sight of the Doctor and the new girl in the lab. Zis should be interesting Schrodinger thought to himself, with a small smirk coming across his german face, walking in, Schrodinger opened his mouth to speak, "Ah! Ze new girl and ze Doctor, what fun have you been up to, hope I have not interrupted anything!" Schrodinger laughed, at the fact that he implied something by that, hoping to get on someone's nerves.
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Post by loella leyna von fusch on Mar 20, 2010 13:17:56 GMT
Dok scowled and waved Schro away. "Nonsense, zere is nothing going on. I vas vinding her up is all." Loella panted slightly from the exertion and pain of having to be wound again. Wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead she looked curiously at the cat boy. She had been in Millennium since 1943 and yet she hadn't ever seen the boy. "Dok who is zis?" Dok glanced at her and nodded a bit. "Right, du haven't met him yet. Schrodinger zis is Loella von Fusch, Major and I saved her back in ze var after she vas nearly obliterated. BE CAREFUL VITH HER!"
Dok knew how Schro could be and he glared at the boy for emphasis. "Ze LAST thing I need is a broken doll!" Loella shook her head slowly. She wondered if she'd ever be considered a person by Dok, or just a Clockwork Doll he had made. At least she got to spice up the name by spelling it differently. "Loella Leyna von Fusch." She held out her hand. "Ze Cloqueweark Doll of Millennium." Dok looked at Schro and dug through a drawer. "Zince I assume you two vill often be together, take this Schrodinger and don't lose it!" He handed Schro a copy of the same antiqued key he held.
"She can function for 18 hours before she needs to be vound up again, or else she vill become a lifeless doll." Loella shuddered. "Du make me sound so.....creepy Dok." Dok shrugged and went back to his work. Looking back at the cat boy Loella gave him a small smile and scratched his ears. "Du are quite cute. Are du as bored as I am?"
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Post by Schrodinger on Mar 20, 2010 15:03:02 GMT
Schrodinger gave a cheeky grin when the Doctor said that nothing was going on, and he sounded a little annoyed too. Mission accomplished then. Schrodinger was a little surprised when the female with the Doctor spoke, and he looked a little suprised too, he did not expect her to speak for some reason, seeming as she had to be wound up.
He was also quite shocked when the Doctor trusted him with quite an important item. "Why Doctor, I did not know you trusted me so much!" Schrodinger joked, feeling quite special for recieving an item that was vital to someone elses existance.
Looking to Loella, she reached out to him for something after she had a short conversation with the Doctor, not feeling threatened by her movement as they were on the same side, Schrodinger calmly waited with a confused look on his face. The scratch felt good, he could get used to this, treated like a prized person and being scratched by a girl. Giving his usual cheeky grin, Schrodinger bowed, "Guten Tag. I am Schrodinger." Schrodinger told her, being polite. He smiled even more when he recieved a compliment, "Why thank you, I believe you are too." He complimented back, "And yes I am, very bored infact, the Major has been stalling, where is ze warfare?!" Schrodinger questioned, showing his teeth as he gave a toothy grin.
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Post by loella leyna von fusch on Mar 20, 2010 19:02:33 GMT
"I don't trust du, but if she winds down and no one is around but FREAKS I don't want her ruined. Now go." Loella gave a small smile, noticing Schro's surprise. "Didn't expect me to talk? Mein woice box ist intact just most of mein weins and organs are part or completely machinery. Only mein heart is clockwork." Dok snorted. "Ze only part of her zat is different, ask Major why it vas his idea." Loella shrugged. "I almost find it a romantic idea, zat ist if not zo many people had the key to mein heart." She giggled.
It was such a literal expression. Gazing at the cat boy she wondered how much of a feline he was. Perhaps she could spend most of her time experimenting. She reached down and gently scratched under his chin, wondering and hoping for an almost purring effect. How wonderful that would be to her. "Vat a nice name." She smiled sweetly. A light blush rose to her face at the return of the compliment. "Ah, zank du." She giggled shyly.
Her eyes glowed a bit at the mention of Major stalling. "Ah, my dear dear feline ze Frabjous Day will soon come don't du vorry, and then the REAL fun vill begin. And then ve may release ze Bandersnatch und Jabberwocky." She said with an amused and slightly sinister tone. "Are du familiar vith Lewis Caroll? Ze vriter?" Having memorized just about everything he had ever written she repeated one of her favorite poems, and the poem that inspired her to call the day Major finally declared war the Frabjous Day.
"'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."
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Post by Schrodinger on Mar 20, 2010 22:27:01 GMT
Schrodinger had assumed that Loella liked touching him, as she proceeded with another scratch on the chin, while he did not like being petted by people, it was not so bad when done by a young miss like herself. "Your too kind." Schrodinger smiled, gently removing her hand after, showing that he was not to be treated like an animal, yet remaining polite to this new friend of his.
It was nice to recieve compliments, and he felt how good it was when she said he had a nice name. Ofcourse I do, its ze best ever! Schrodinger thought in his head cockily, but simply grinning on the outside.
Loella had then asked him if he knew about some writer, however he did not know. After she had finished saying the poem, Schrodinger just said "Sorry, but I am not familiar with poems and such, zey are not so amusing to me, I just like war and such!" Schrodinger replied, laughing slightly after.
"So tell me, what is your favourite part of warfare? As a member of Millennium, I bet it is something grand, or bloody. I am interested to hear what you must say." Schrodinger said, becoming bored with the lack of action, but trying to keep the interesting moment alive with more conversation. |
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Post by loella leyna von fusch on Mar 21, 2010 0:19:38 GMT
Loella tilted her head, bringing her hand back to her side. She really needed to get a pet. She smiled slightly seeing his arrogant grin. "Vatch it Schrodinger zat arrogance of yours may inflate your head." Shen wasn't a fan of arrogance and she began to wonder how much she actually had in common with this boy besides a similar love of gore and death.
Raising an eyebrow the smile slowly slid from her face. Wow, how....uninteresting. "Du ONLY like var? How.....boring." She said while blinking slowly. Would she be able to stand hanging out with a boy who claims his only interest was in war gore and death? At least she loved literature, art, music, classic things and cliche romances. Something other than war that she could have a conversation about.
"Mein favorite part of var......ze poetry. Ze chorus." She smiled. "Ze chorus of screams and pleas from ze mouths of ze enemies as I crush their heads, ze poetry of the fire and ze terror, the horror..........ze look on their faces...." The revenge. The hatred. The inner feeling of satisfaction she got that she was taking revenge on the people who ruined her life. Revenge on the people Major said were bad, and she believed him.
She had a faraway look in her eyes, her dark orbs dull with pain. Snapping back to reality she focused her gaze back on Schro. "Zat....is mein favorite part.....ze sadness....." She said quietly. Dok gazed at her carefully, looking for signs of stress. The last thing he needed was her going haywire due to the runt not leaving her alone.
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Post by Schrodinger on Mar 21, 2010 9:08:56 GMT
It had seemed the girl did not only like war, unlike Schrodinger, who liked war and probably nothing else as he never ever showed it. "Ya, I mainly just like war." Schrodinger said, crossing his arms.
Listening to her as she described her favourite part of war in detail, Schrodinger agreed on some on the stuff, as he believed they were pretty good things in war too. "Wow, what a favourite part, not what I was expecting." Schrodinger told her in his german accent, "Yet very nice, I must agree on some, I do love the look on their faces when they see us."
"My favourite part of war...is ze fire, ze destruction. A city in flames, like a huge display of glorious fire, burning something great into the ground! Completely decimating the enemy, taking everything away." Schrodinger stated, maintaing a small grin as usual. "Well, I think I am going to go elsewhere now, see what is happening around here. Surely something must be interesting. I will see you two another time." Schrodinger told them, heading out the door, then letting out a small yawn directed towards the boredom of the place. |
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Post by loella leyna von fusch on Mar 22, 2010 9:52:18 GMT
Listening to the boy she was amazed that in all of the words he had used to describe his pleasure in the art of war, he didn't like literature. She tilted her head and nodded as he spoke. "Au revoir Schrodinger.......vat an odd little boy." Dok chuckled. "Du have no idea Loella."
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