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Obsession (ongoing, PG-13 overall)
- Thread starter Blackjack Gabbiani
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Blackjack Gabbiani
Clearly we're great!
Thank you! I'll keep you all posted!
So far I haven't gotten any ideas for the next chapter. Well, I have one, but it'll require some research.
So far I haven't gotten any ideas for the next chapter. Well, I have one, but it'll require some research.
buttons123
wow!
*bumps topic* Meep.
'Ello, my friends. I come with fanart.
...That I have been putting off for quite some time now. XP
It's Asaph this time, just much younger-looking then the story version. *sweatdrop* So, enjoy! =]
click, please?
~buttons123
'Ello, my friends. I come with fanart.
...That I have been putting off for quite some time now. XP
It's Asaph this time, just much younger-looking then the story version. *sweatdrop* So, enjoy! =]
click, please?
~buttons123
Blackjack Gabbiani
Clearly we're great!
Yay! Thank you so much! (of course you showed it to me already, but you can never say thank you too many times)
Chapter 14 should be started within the month. I just need to think of a reason for Corbin to bring up what he brings up. If anyone wants to be spoiled and think they can help me, PM me.
Chapter 14 should be started within the month. I just need to think of a reason for Corbin to bring up what he brings up. If anyone wants to be spoiled and think they can help me, PM me.
Blackjack Gabbiani
Clearly we're great!
Here we go! And within a month too!
I had to do some self-reflection for this chapter. You'll know the parts when you get there.
This was originally slated to be much longer, but then I decided to chop it up into two or possibly three chapters. Otherwise it'd be HUGE.
***
Asaph had told me over the past few weeks that soon he would make a new acquisition, so when he called me one evening to tell me that he finally had the item in his possession, I could scarcely contain my excitement. He would pick me up early the next morning and take me to his mansion, which lay just over the Seafoam bridge on the mainland. I had never been invited there before; all my meetings with him were either here or some place he would take me in his ship, so I wondered what sorts of things I would see in his own collection.
What would my future collection hold? What wonders of the world would I come to someday possess? I pushed such questions to the back of my mind as I lay in bed, trying in vain to sleep. My window was closed, as it was getting colder outside, so I could not hear the ocean that night. But with the absence of the sea breeze to which I'd become accustomed, a dull silence spread across my room, and I found sleeping to be difficult. Eventually, lulled by promises of what the awakening day would bring, I finally drifted off.
I rose early, with the sun, and I could hear my father down the hall. It was rare of me to wake before the factory opened, so I dawdled in my room and waited for the hallway to fall silent before heading to wash up.
The greatcoat that Asaph had gotten me was off being cleaned, so I attired myself in simpler clothes. Black slacks and a plain green dress shirt felt so common compared with what I had seen at the party, but I figured it was good enough for private company.
Satisfied for the time being, I went downstairs, keeping as quiet as I could. I could hear my father talking in the kitchen, and I assumed it was to Helen, since she was the only one who would come into the house.
"When I heard you were sick, I assumed the worst," he said. That's right, Helen had been absent the past few days.
"You big worrywart," she teased. "It's just a cold."
I was about to join them in the kitchen when he continued. "I was thinking about Gloria. She used to expose herself to all kinds of weird stuff and then try to cure it. That's what wound up killing her, in fact. She found something she couldn't cure."
It took me a moment, during which time I didn't move, and everything fell apart. Had he just said what I thought he said? As the world slowly reassembled itself, I concluded that he had. But rather than shake and cry as I would have before, I grabbed the thing closest to me and beat it firmly against the back of the couch. The book in my hands, some tome on engineering, shifted sharply with each impact, causing the cover to pinch against my fingers. But I didn't care. How dare he? How DARE he?
I heard the sound of his voice saying my name, but I didn't care to look. I didn't want to see him, not now, not ever again, so I threw the book as hard as I could in the direction of the voice, grabbed my shoes from the entryway, and ran out the door.
The sun was rising behind me as I stormed away from the factory. As soon as I was positive that he wasn't following me, I stopped to put on my shoes, tying them with sharp pulling movements that made them too tight for my feet. But I wasn't about to do it again, so I kept walking as much as they hurt.
I figured I would stay on the road until the bridge, and then wait for Asaph's car. There would be very little traffic heading into Seafoam this time of day; most of the scant vehicles on the road were heading further inland for a day of work.
"Stupid roads," I muttered, pausing to brush sand off my shoes. It seemed that even separated from the shoreline, the sand found a way to annoy. With every step I heard the telltale crunch of the cursed grit against pavement, and I swore under my breath at the sound. It seemed to increase with each move I made, until finally I was stomping in a circle, a long, loud shout escaping me.
What was he thinking? How could he say something like that? What kind of an idiot was he? He *wasn't* thinking, that had to be it! He never thought about what he did! He didn't care about me or anything! He didn't CARE!
Words failed me, and I continued to scream my rage at him with base sounds. I must have been quite the sight--calling out and flailing around, kicking at the ground and nearly falling over from the effort as the sun crept up over the city.
Finally, my body had taken all it could, and I found myself on the ground, staring out at the road, with one hand over my knees and the other balled up at my side, hitting the sandy road lightly every few seconds. Someone across the street came to their door to see what had caused all the noise, but I didn't move. I saw her watching me for a second, out of the corner of my eye, before going back in her house and leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I sat like that, my back to the cement wall separating the beach from the main road. It was only on the eastern side of town; the tourists preferred their views unfettered. My clothes were covered in sand. What would Asaph think? I couldn't face him looking like this, he'd be horrified. But I couldn't go back to the house either, that was simply out of the question. So I remained there for a while, sitting by the side of the road in a little ball.
A car stopped near me eventually, but I hardly noticed it until the door opened and a man stepped out. "Jiri? Young master Jirarudan, what are you doing out here?"
When I realized that he was talking to me, I looked up hazily and immediately regretted it. "Asaph..."
He knelt down to me. "What happened? You look--"
I raised my hand, wincing to keep tears at bay. I wasn't about to cry like a child in front of him. "We should go," I muttered, most undignified, as I pulled myself to my feet and brushed some of the sand off. His hand joined mine, dusting off the side of my pants. He looked up at me, concern evident in his expression, and looked as though he wanted to say something.
Finally, as he stood, he did. "You'll want to get washed up when we get there," he said softly, patting me lightly on the back and ushering me towards the car. His chauffeur, a grey-haired man with a black cap, smiled kindly at me from the front seat.
But before I could take my seat in the rear, someone began speaking. "Is that your kid?"
Asaph and I looked up. The woman who had investigated my outburst earlier was standing in her doorway. "I look after him, yes," he replied. "Why do you ask?"
She spoke to him, but kept her eyes on me, something that made me extremely uncomfortable. "He was out here screamin' and carryin' on about something about half an hour ago. Woke up the whole house."
He glanced down at me for a second. "I see. Well, I apologize. I will speak with him. Thank you for telling me." And with a hand to my shoulder, he nudged me into the car.
I had to do some self-reflection for this chapter. You'll know the parts when you get there.
This was originally slated to be much longer, but then I decided to chop it up into two or possibly three chapters. Otherwise it'd be HUGE.
***
Asaph had told me over the past few weeks that soon he would make a new acquisition, so when he called me one evening to tell me that he finally had the item in his possession, I could scarcely contain my excitement. He would pick me up early the next morning and take me to his mansion, which lay just over the Seafoam bridge on the mainland. I had never been invited there before; all my meetings with him were either here or some place he would take me in his ship, so I wondered what sorts of things I would see in his own collection.
What would my future collection hold? What wonders of the world would I come to someday possess? I pushed such questions to the back of my mind as I lay in bed, trying in vain to sleep. My window was closed, as it was getting colder outside, so I could not hear the ocean that night. But with the absence of the sea breeze to which I'd become accustomed, a dull silence spread across my room, and I found sleeping to be difficult. Eventually, lulled by promises of what the awakening day would bring, I finally drifted off.
I rose early, with the sun, and I could hear my father down the hall. It was rare of me to wake before the factory opened, so I dawdled in my room and waited for the hallway to fall silent before heading to wash up.
The greatcoat that Asaph had gotten me was off being cleaned, so I attired myself in simpler clothes. Black slacks and a plain green dress shirt felt so common compared with what I had seen at the party, but I figured it was good enough for private company.
Satisfied for the time being, I went downstairs, keeping as quiet as I could. I could hear my father talking in the kitchen, and I assumed it was to Helen, since she was the only one who would come into the house.
"When I heard you were sick, I assumed the worst," he said. That's right, Helen had been absent the past few days.
"You big worrywart," she teased. "It's just a cold."
I was about to join them in the kitchen when he continued. "I was thinking about Gloria. She used to expose herself to all kinds of weird stuff and then try to cure it. That's what wound up killing her, in fact. She found something she couldn't cure."
It took me a moment, during which time I didn't move, and everything fell apart. Had he just said what I thought he said? As the world slowly reassembled itself, I concluded that he had. But rather than shake and cry as I would have before, I grabbed the thing closest to me and beat it firmly against the back of the couch. The book in my hands, some tome on engineering, shifted sharply with each impact, causing the cover to pinch against my fingers. But I didn't care. How dare he? How DARE he?
I heard the sound of his voice saying my name, but I didn't care to look. I didn't want to see him, not now, not ever again, so I threw the book as hard as I could in the direction of the voice, grabbed my shoes from the entryway, and ran out the door.
The sun was rising behind me as I stormed away from the factory. As soon as I was positive that he wasn't following me, I stopped to put on my shoes, tying them with sharp pulling movements that made them too tight for my feet. But I wasn't about to do it again, so I kept walking as much as they hurt.
I figured I would stay on the road until the bridge, and then wait for Asaph's car. There would be very little traffic heading into Seafoam this time of day; most of the scant vehicles on the road were heading further inland for a day of work.
"Stupid roads," I muttered, pausing to brush sand off my shoes. It seemed that even separated from the shoreline, the sand found a way to annoy. With every step I heard the telltale crunch of the cursed grit against pavement, and I swore under my breath at the sound. It seemed to increase with each move I made, until finally I was stomping in a circle, a long, loud shout escaping me.
What was he thinking? How could he say something like that? What kind of an idiot was he? He *wasn't* thinking, that had to be it! He never thought about what he did! He didn't care about me or anything! He didn't CARE!
Words failed me, and I continued to scream my rage at him with base sounds. I must have been quite the sight--calling out and flailing around, kicking at the ground and nearly falling over from the effort as the sun crept up over the city.
Finally, my body had taken all it could, and I found myself on the ground, staring out at the road, with one hand over my knees and the other balled up at my side, hitting the sandy road lightly every few seconds. Someone across the street came to their door to see what had caused all the noise, but I didn't move. I saw her watching me for a second, out of the corner of my eye, before going back in her house and leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I sat like that, my back to the cement wall separating the beach from the main road. It was only on the eastern side of town; the tourists preferred their views unfettered. My clothes were covered in sand. What would Asaph think? I couldn't face him looking like this, he'd be horrified. But I couldn't go back to the house either, that was simply out of the question. So I remained there for a while, sitting by the side of the road in a little ball.
A car stopped near me eventually, but I hardly noticed it until the door opened and a man stepped out. "Jiri? Young master Jirarudan, what are you doing out here?"
When I realized that he was talking to me, I looked up hazily and immediately regretted it. "Asaph..."
He knelt down to me. "What happened? You look--"
I raised my hand, wincing to keep tears at bay. I wasn't about to cry like a child in front of him. "We should go," I muttered, most undignified, as I pulled myself to my feet and brushed some of the sand off. His hand joined mine, dusting off the side of my pants. He looked up at me, concern evident in his expression, and looked as though he wanted to say something.
Finally, as he stood, he did. "You'll want to get washed up when we get there," he said softly, patting me lightly on the back and ushering me towards the car. His chauffeur, a grey-haired man with a black cap, smiled kindly at me from the front seat.
But before I could take my seat in the rear, someone began speaking. "Is that your kid?"
Asaph and I looked up. The woman who had investigated my outburst earlier was standing in her doorway. "I look after him, yes," he replied. "Why do you ask?"
She spoke to him, but kept her eyes on me, something that made me extremely uncomfortable. "He was out here screamin' and carryin' on about something about half an hour ago. Woke up the whole house."
He glanced down at me for a second. "I see. Well, I apologize. I will speak with him. Thank you for telling me." And with a hand to my shoulder, he nudged me into the car.
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buttons123
wow!
Heya! Guess who it is XD
As always, I'm uber excited to see a new chapter being posted to Obsession. Things like that make my day. Wow. My days are made by fanfic. XP It controls my life, I swear. But without Obsession, I'd suffer from withdrawal. And I'm not kidding. Seriously. Is that a bad thing? Haha. Who knows?
But awesome chapter! As said before, it's good to know that you divided it into parts. It helps things flow and fall into place, if ya know what I mean. Plus, it keeps me wondering what's gonna happen. And that's always a good thing IMO.
What I'm really wondering -- aside from what's gonna happen with Asaph -- is what Jiri's father is gonna do with the poor kid when he gets back. If I were Corbin, I'd be all "WTF" over the whole situation, but maybe that's just the way I am. *shrugs*
I'm a big sucker for emotions, if ya haven't noticed. And you really portray them well. As a reader, I can feel them. Helps to grow closer to our narrator.
I can't wait for the next chapter! ^_^
~buttons123
As always, I'm uber excited to see a new chapter being posted to Obsession. Things like that make my day. Wow. My days are made by fanfic. XP It controls my life, I swear. But without Obsession, I'd suffer from withdrawal. And I'm not kidding. Seriously. Is that a bad thing? Haha. Who knows?
But awesome chapter! As said before, it's good to know that you divided it into parts. It helps things flow and fall into place, if ya know what I mean. Plus, it keeps me wondering what's gonna happen. And that's always a good thing IMO.
What I'm really wondering -- aside from what's gonna happen with Asaph -- is what Jiri's father is gonna do with the poor kid when he gets back. If I were Corbin, I'd be all "WTF" over the whole situation, but maybe that's just the way I am. *shrugs*
I'm a big sucker for emotions, if ya haven't noticed. And you really portray them well. As a reader, I can feel them. Helps to grow closer to our narrator.
I can't wait for the next chapter! ^_^
~buttons123
Blackjack Gabbiani
Clearly we're great!
Corbin tries, he really does. But he got Jiri so suddenly, and he's really not equipped to handle a boy like him.
And your reviews always make me squee.
And your reviews always make me squee.
Blackjack Gabbiani
Clearly we're great!
Just a scant few days since the last one? What is the world coming to? And I need input--I have to decide if the next chapter should be a "dream" one like the 4th one was, or if he should wake up without incident.
We drove on for a while, coming to the main stretch of the city before he said anything. I was afraid that he was going to ask me things I was not ready to discuss, but he simply asked the driver to turn on the radio. The man turned a dial and light classical from a Viridian station filled the air.
The inside of the car was surprisingly modern given the older appearance of the exterior. It had been retrofitted with amenities that the manufacturer could never have imagined. I toyed with one of them, the switch to the windows, for a moment before settling on lowering mine about an inch. The wind in my hair felt like calming fingers, and I relaxed into the back of the seat.
Finally we crossed the bridge marking the Seafoam city limits and entered the surrounding farmland. There were small hamlets dotting the area from here to Viridian, but mostly disconnected houses marked the land.
Asaph's was a reasonable distance from the coast, in an area populated by businesspeople from the cities wishing to live out of the way. The factory got a fair amount of business from such people, since they could afford father's services and would seek means to reach their respective work destinations quickly. His mansion was atop a hill, nestled in a wooded area that sprung up around the building. It was a peaceful looking place, but I scarcely noticed, still consumed with my thoughts.
The car rolled to a stop at the end of the driveway, but it took until the driver opened my door for me to notice. "We're here," he said, but Asaph moved next to him.
"I'll handle it, Igasho," and the man stood down. Asaph put his hand on my shoulder. "We've arrived, Jiri. I want to know what you think of my home."
With fingers like lead, I fumbled with the latch of the seat belt until it released, and took his offered hand as he helped me out of the car. And that was when I finally looked at the structure that loomed over us. It looked more like a palace than an estate, as though it had been brought here from some distant time and place. Each corner bore towers dotted with windows, and the entryway led out to a veranda with the roof held aloft by caryatids. Above was a balcony with a door mirroring the one below it. The whole of it was constructed from rugged stone, making it look as though it had been there for centuries rather than the few years in truth.
Asaph bowed to me, extending an arm towards the building. "Welcome to my humble home, young master Jirarudan," he greeted. "After you."
As I walked through the ornate doorway carved in with an A, Igasho doffed his cap to me, and it was as though I was entering another world. I suppose it looked basically similar to the mansion where I had met Veronica, but being there for me and not for an event brought out the hugeness of the moment. The entrance led to a long hallway, with inlaid marble floors below and long arches above. Further in, there was a stairway to the second story, draped with carpeting in a deep muted red. More immediately, sculptures on pedestals lined the hall, and both looked ancient.
"Do you like it, Jiri?" Asaph asked from behind me.
I turned away from the wonders to face him. "I do! It's beautiful..." But even the beauty of this place was not enough to deliver me from my father's words.
He frowned. "But?"
My temporary reverie broken, I looked at the floor. "I heard my father say something heartless."
"And that's why you were so out of sorts?" I nodded, and he put his hand on my shoulder. My own came up to rest on his. "I'm sorry. Can you tell me what he said?"
"No, I'm afraid not..." I had to hold back a yawn as I spoke.
"Oh, you're all worn out!" he exclaimed. "Would you like to rest a while?"
I thought about it. I did feel exhausted, both mentally and physically, but I would be taking advantage of his hospitality, wouldn't I? In the end, I decided to take him up on it. "If you think that would be all right," I muttered.
"Speak up, Jiri," he said, starting to lead me down the hall. "Gentlemen don't mumble."
"No...I suppose they don't." I wasn't a gentleman yet, but my voice was slightly stronger anyway.
He lead me up the stairs and down another elegant hallway, his leather shoes making a steady beat as he walked. "The guest room is being cleaned. There was an unfortunate incident with one of my servants and a bottle of wood polish, so the room is uninhabitable."
Under ordinary circumstances, I would have laughed, but in my current funk I could only manage a noncommittal noise.
"Anyway," he continued, opening another carved wooden door, "you'll have to rest up in my room. I hope it--oh yes, good, they arranged it nicely. Sometimes they don't get to it until nearly lunch."
I peeked into the room and was greeted by a cozier place than the outside. It was smaller than I would have pictured, with wooden floors and a wooden bed, still exquisitely styled, of course. A thick quilt, probably handmade, was folded at the foot over a fine coverlet in deep purple. Above the bed was a gilded frame holding a brilliant landscape, mirroring the forest view from out the window.
Asaph drew the shades closed. "Is this dark enough?" he asked. "Oh, but you can't sleep like that, you'll get sand all over the sheets." In a moment, he was at the elaborately carved dresser beneath the window, retrieving a nightshirt. "Put this on, I'll wait out here."
I glanced back to the adjoining washroom. "What should I do with what I'm wearing?"
"I'll have Zihna wash them. She should be done by the time you wake up."
Taking the nightshirt from him, I went to the washroom and changed, silent the entire time. When I came back out, the corner of the bed had been turned down for me, and a young woman with dark hair and dark eyes waited for me. Asaph was gone, and the woman said "If you're looking for Sir Asaph, he said he would return to wake you."
"Did he say when?" I asked as I climbed into bed. The sheets were smooth and pleasant.
She went to gather my clothes and emerged a moment later. "I think he'll give you about two hours. By your leave, sir?"
It took me a second to think of what she meant by that. "Oh! You may go." And with a slight bow, she exited, leaving me alone in the dark room. It took me only a few minutes to fall asleep, not needing the sound of the ocean.
We drove on for a while, coming to the main stretch of the city before he said anything. I was afraid that he was going to ask me things I was not ready to discuss, but he simply asked the driver to turn on the radio. The man turned a dial and light classical from a Viridian station filled the air.
The inside of the car was surprisingly modern given the older appearance of the exterior. It had been retrofitted with amenities that the manufacturer could never have imagined. I toyed with one of them, the switch to the windows, for a moment before settling on lowering mine about an inch. The wind in my hair felt like calming fingers, and I relaxed into the back of the seat.
Finally we crossed the bridge marking the Seafoam city limits and entered the surrounding farmland. There were small hamlets dotting the area from here to Viridian, but mostly disconnected houses marked the land.
Asaph's was a reasonable distance from the coast, in an area populated by businesspeople from the cities wishing to live out of the way. The factory got a fair amount of business from such people, since they could afford father's services and would seek means to reach their respective work destinations quickly. His mansion was atop a hill, nestled in a wooded area that sprung up around the building. It was a peaceful looking place, but I scarcely noticed, still consumed with my thoughts.
The car rolled to a stop at the end of the driveway, but it took until the driver opened my door for me to notice. "We're here," he said, but Asaph moved next to him.
"I'll handle it, Igasho," and the man stood down. Asaph put his hand on my shoulder. "We've arrived, Jiri. I want to know what you think of my home."
With fingers like lead, I fumbled with the latch of the seat belt until it released, and took his offered hand as he helped me out of the car. And that was when I finally looked at the structure that loomed over us. It looked more like a palace than an estate, as though it had been brought here from some distant time and place. Each corner bore towers dotted with windows, and the entryway led out to a veranda with the roof held aloft by caryatids. Above was a balcony with a door mirroring the one below it. The whole of it was constructed from rugged stone, making it look as though it had been there for centuries rather than the few years in truth.
Asaph bowed to me, extending an arm towards the building. "Welcome to my humble home, young master Jirarudan," he greeted. "After you."
As I walked through the ornate doorway carved in with an A, Igasho doffed his cap to me, and it was as though I was entering another world. I suppose it looked basically similar to the mansion where I had met Veronica, but being there for me and not for an event brought out the hugeness of the moment. The entrance led to a long hallway, with inlaid marble floors below and long arches above. Further in, there was a stairway to the second story, draped with carpeting in a deep muted red. More immediately, sculptures on pedestals lined the hall, and both looked ancient.
"Do you like it, Jiri?" Asaph asked from behind me.
I turned away from the wonders to face him. "I do! It's beautiful..." But even the beauty of this place was not enough to deliver me from my father's words.
He frowned. "But?"
My temporary reverie broken, I looked at the floor. "I heard my father say something heartless."
"And that's why you were so out of sorts?" I nodded, and he put his hand on my shoulder. My own came up to rest on his. "I'm sorry. Can you tell me what he said?"
"No, I'm afraid not..." I had to hold back a yawn as I spoke.
"Oh, you're all worn out!" he exclaimed. "Would you like to rest a while?"
I thought about it. I did feel exhausted, both mentally and physically, but I would be taking advantage of his hospitality, wouldn't I? In the end, I decided to take him up on it. "If you think that would be all right," I muttered.
"Speak up, Jiri," he said, starting to lead me down the hall. "Gentlemen don't mumble."
"No...I suppose they don't." I wasn't a gentleman yet, but my voice was slightly stronger anyway.
He lead me up the stairs and down another elegant hallway, his leather shoes making a steady beat as he walked. "The guest room is being cleaned. There was an unfortunate incident with one of my servants and a bottle of wood polish, so the room is uninhabitable."
Under ordinary circumstances, I would have laughed, but in my current funk I could only manage a noncommittal noise.
"Anyway," he continued, opening another carved wooden door, "you'll have to rest up in my room. I hope it--oh yes, good, they arranged it nicely. Sometimes they don't get to it until nearly lunch."
I peeked into the room and was greeted by a cozier place than the outside. It was smaller than I would have pictured, with wooden floors and a wooden bed, still exquisitely styled, of course. A thick quilt, probably handmade, was folded at the foot over a fine coverlet in deep purple. Above the bed was a gilded frame holding a brilliant landscape, mirroring the forest view from out the window.
Asaph drew the shades closed. "Is this dark enough?" he asked. "Oh, but you can't sleep like that, you'll get sand all over the sheets." In a moment, he was at the elaborately carved dresser beneath the window, retrieving a nightshirt. "Put this on, I'll wait out here."
I glanced back to the adjoining washroom. "What should I do with what I'm wearing?"
"I'll have Zihna wash them. She should be done by the time you wake up."
Taking the nightshirt from him, I went to the washroom and changed, silent the entire time. When I came back out, the corner of the bed had been turned down for me, and a young woman with dark hair and dark eyes waited for me. Asaph was gone, and the woman said "If you're looking for Sir Asaph, he said he would return to wake you."
"Did he say when?" I asked as I climbed into bed. The sheets were smooth and pleasant.
She went to gather my clothes and emerged a moment later. "I think he'll give you about two hours. By your leave, sir?"
It took me a second to think of what she meant by that. "Oh! You may go." And with a slight bow, she exited, leaving me alone in the dark room. It took me only a few minutes to fall asleep, not needing the sound of the ocean.
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The Pokemon Master
Master Trainer
You know, I’m not sure what I can do to properly apologize for my extended absence as a reviewer. Except, perhaps, a review or two. 
Really, I’m sorry that they’re so ridiculously late. Here we go!
…Um. Not sure whether I should classify this as Chapter 14 Parts 1 & 2 or just review the whole thing… Oh well, I guess an overall review should suffice.
Lawrence seems to have a rather lot of fallings-out with his father… it’s really a pity that they cannot seem to get along. Anyway, at least Asaph steps in to save the day! Lucky for Jirarudan that he has such a good friend, especially one who can teach him all kinds of etiquette. Not to mention helping nurture his unique sense of humor. I’m quite interested in what it is that Asaph will introduce Jirarudan to, though… Very likely something else that will play a significant part in Jirarudan’s mounting obsession. Overall, the quality of your work remains untarnished when I compare it to what has come before. Excellent job!
…With one very minor exception, unfortunately. Here it is…
Still, this little thing does next to nothing to dilute the quality of the work. Although I can’t say I wouldn’t have preferred a longer Chapter to three separate Parts if you had them already written… Of course, it’s entirely your decision.
Also, about your request for input… In my opinion, it depends. Do you have something that neither he nor Asaph could possibly know about that you would like to introduce? If so, full dream steam ahead! If not, if Asaph could reasonably introduce it instead and you would prefer it that way, a simple wake-up and back to conscious experiences is probably better.
There you go! My review and opinion for you. I am looking eagerly forward to the next Chapter…
Until we meet again…
;150;
Really, I’m sorry that they’re so ridiculously late. Here we go!…Um. Not sure whether I should classify this as Chapter 14 Parts 1 & 2 or just review the whole thing… Oh well, I guess an overall review should suffice.
Lawrence seems to have a rather lot of fallings-out with his father… it’s really a pity that they cannot seem to get along. Anyway, at least Asaph steps in to save the day! Lucky for Jirarudan that he has such a good friend, especially one who can teach him all kinds of etiquette. Not to mention helping nurture his unique sense of humor. I’m quite interested in what it is that Asaph will introduce Jirarudan to, though… Very likely something else that will play a significant part in Jirarudan’s mounting obsession. Overall, the quality of your work remains untarnished when I compare it to what has come before. Excellent job!
…With one very minor exception, unfortunately. Here it is…
While the asterisks around the word do their job of emphasizing the word, I can’t help but feel it would have been better off italicized instead.
Still, this little thing does next to nothing to dilute the quality of the work. Although I can’t say I wouldn’t have preferred a longer Chapter to three separate Parts if you had them already written…
Of course, it’s entirely your decision.Also, about your request for input… In my opinion, it depends. Do you have something that neither he nor Asaph could possibly know about that you would like to introduce? If so, full dream steam ahead! If not, if Asaph could reasonably introduce it instead and you would prefer it that way, a simple wake-up and back to conscious experiences is probably better.
There you go! My review and opinion for you. I am looking eagerly forward to the next Chapter…
Until we meet again…
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Blackjack Gabbiani
Clearly we're great!
Ooh, you return! Good to see you again.
Yeah, I write these in Notepad, so I can't italicize things. Maybe I could write in HTML or basic code...
And I think I know what I'm going to do with the dream. Thanks for the input!
Yeah, I write these in Notepad, so I can't italicize things. Maybe I could write in HTML or basic code...
And I think I know what I'm going to do with the dream. Thanks for the input!
buttons123
wow!
Guess who it is! XD
And again, GAH at missing out on this. Epic events like this need to be recognized. Seriously. But anyway...
I like how you talk about the island being more than just an island. Reading about forest-like areas is more interesting than hearing about typical sunny beaches and such.
Also, I'm liking the names. They add variety, which is always appreciated. 8D
But as I've said before, the separation into chapters is a bit more effective than having one gigantic one. It'd just look out of place. Maybe? *shrugs* But seeing the similarity of chapter lengths and such makes it appear a bit more organized.. If that makes sense.
I'm so glad you were able to come up with this so soon! That's awesome! And of course, I can't wait to read what's going to become of this!
As for input, you know I can be found on AIM. But most of my "input" is usually "yeah..." or such, so I may not be the most reliable source. XD
~buttons123
And again, GAH at missing out on this. Epic events like this need to be recognized. Seriously. But anyway...
I like how you talk about the island being more than just an island. Reading about forest-like areas is more interesting than hearing about typical sunny beaches and such.
Also, I'm liking the names. They add variety, which is always appreciated. 8D
But as I've said before, the separation into chapters is a bit more effective than having one gigantic one. It'd just look out of place. Maybe? *shrugs* But seeing the similarity of chapter lengths and such makes it appear a bit more organized.. If that makes sense.
I'm so glad you were able to come up with this so soon! That's awesome! And of course, I can't wait to read what's going to become of this!
As for input, you know I can be found on AIM. But most of my "input" is usually "yeah..." or such, so I may not be the most reliable source. XD
~buttons123
Blackjack Gabbiani
Clearly we're great!
Well, the forests and stuff are on the mainland, but I'm basing Seafoam more on the coastal cities of Oregon than any place tropical (yes, I know it has palm trees in the anime. I don't care). Plus it's the off season, so all the tourists are gone.
Blackjack Gabbiani
Clearly we're great!
Can it be? Ob16? Holy crap! And in less than two months, too!
I was dreaming...
Only bits and pieces do I remember, but what remains could have just as easily been lost had I not heard Asaph's voice cutting through the veil. I started, jolted awake with a gasp, but he steadied me.
He was sitting next to me, pulled up entirely onto the bed, and he put his hand to my chest. "Jiri, it's time to wake up. Kuri's nearly finished with lunch, and she hates to be kept waiting."
I sighed, trying in vain to recover the memories. But what remained was enough. "I dreamt that mama brought me here."
"Oh?" He laid down facing me, head on the pillow, as though we were school chums at a slumber party. "She wanted you to be a Collector?"
"Yes...yes, I think she did."
He smiled. "I'm glad. Your father doesn't understand such things, but I like to think differently of your mother."
"As do I..." I trailed off, thoughts of her still in my mind.
"Are you feeling better?"
"A little," I confessed, then asked without thinking "What were your parents like?"
He blinked, and I hoped he wasn't insulted. But then he laughed, a hearty sound. "My parents? Well, they were quite wealthy, as you know. They were both Collectors themselves; well, they were by the time I was born." He patted my hand, which lay limply next to my head. "They were very upright people, but very...understanding." And he trailed off, looking pensive.
I decided against pressing further, and closed my hand over his.
"Tell me about your mother, Jiri," he whispered, moving a few inches closer. "She must have been wonderful."
Tell him about mama? My mind raced, trying to think of where to begin. "She was...yes, she was wonderful," I echoed, mad at myself for my unoriginality. "She was tall, taller than pa--my father, with long hair, and she carried herself like a woman of the world."
"Like a society woman?"
I shook my head. "Like someone who knew the secrets of creation. She always smiled as though she knew something the rest of us didn't." As I spoke, my memories of her came to life in my mind and I could see her clearly, more so than I could since she'd been gone, and I could feel tears sliding down my face.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to distress you. I was merely curious, that's all." He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "How are your studies?"
I had been taking remote lessons a few days a week. The work was simple and I always finished it quickly. "Boring," I sniffed, wiping at my eyes.
"Anything you're taking an interest in? It's always good to have a hobby, you know."
Working up a smile, I shifted to face him, my hand still in his. "I like learning about science. How things work and all." People were confusing, even frightening. Hard facts were where I found my comfort. They didn't change, and they couldn't turn against you. But for the time, I could put my faith in Asaph.
He returned the smile as he sat up and released my hand. "A worthwhile endeavor. Always good to appreciate the concrete things in life as well as the artistic. Which reminds me, you're here to see my acquisition, aren't you?"
Of course, I had nearly forgotten, and I rose with him. "Yes I am," I said, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed to stand up. The nightshirt I wore must have come to his feet on him, because it fell to the floor plus several more inches on me. I had to pull it up, bunching the fabric in both hands, and he laughed.
"I suppose I should have given you something shorter. Well, I'll go see if she's ready with your clothes." He withdrew from the room, and I sat on the bed, having to pull myself back onto it.
I was getting taller, and indeed, everyone at the factory had said that they could see a difference in me just since I had arrived last spring, but I still felt so small when surrounded by Asaph's opulence. If I was indeed to be a Collector, I would have to familiarize myself with things of elegance. And my clothing would have to be one of the first things to change. What I called my finery was nothing compared even to what Asaph wore to bed. This garment I found myself in, although simple cotton, was softer than anything I owned.
Lost for a moment, I was interrupted by Asaph returning to the room. "We're in luck, she was just headed down the hallway with them!" He patted the stack of neatly folded clothes. "Fresh from the dryer," he said, handing them to me. "I'll be in the hallway. Do hurry, I can't wait to show you my acquisition."
I dressed quickly and headed out of the room, eager to see whatever it was he had to show me. What could it be?
He led me to the back of the house, where a servant opened the door to the backyard. There was a newly-laid water structure there in a clearing. It wasn't very big, but it was large enough to hold an enormous snakelike sea creature. As Asaph drew closer, he raised an arm, and the pokémon lowered its head to him. "Jiri," he said, gently scratching the beast under the chin, "meet Milotic."
I had seen Milotics in books and on television before and was never that impressed, but seeing one in person was breathtaking. It was much more graceful than I had thought, and the pink of its fins seemed to glow in the shaded light. The blue scales on its tail shared that quality, and the creature seemed to be singing softly as Asaph turned his attention back to me.
"What do you think?" he asked me, smiling proudly. "It cost me quite a pretty penny, but I think it was worth it."
"It's lovely," I said, taking a step closer. Milotic reared up and spread the fins on its tail, its song changing note to a harsher key.
He raised his hand and struck the creature, not very hard, but enough to cause a resounding noise. "You don't act like that," he snapped. "Be nice." It slunk back, turning again towards him with its head down. "That's better."
Tentatively, I held my hand up to Milotic's neck. It didn't move, so I patted it quickly and withdrew. It was scaly but smooth, and although my hand hadn't lingered, I got a fair feeling of the beast. "It's nice," I said, words failing me. "But are you sure it's all right to hit it like that?"
He laughed. "Jiri, pokémon are meant to take hits. A little slap from time to time keeps them in line."
I furrowed my brow in thought. "But papa always says to treat pokémon with kindness."
Asaph rested a hand on my shoulder and knelt down to my level. His hand was slick from touching the Milotic. "Jiri, is this the same father who said such unkind things about your mother just this very morning?"
A lump stuck in my throat and I swallowed it down as best I could. "Y...yes, true. But I've heard the same from others...I read an article about the regional champion, and he said--"
He cut me off with a raised hand. "Jiri, Jiri, that's for trainers, and we're not trainers. There's a world of difference between people like that and people like us. Pokémon aren't used for brute force in the world we build, they're like works of art to admire."
This confused me. "So, we keep them and do nothing with them? That doesn't seem fair."
He patted my shoulder again. "Jiri my boy, trainers keep them in stasis until they call them out for a beating. Here, we can give them the proper respect, as one would a great masterpiece." He returned to near Milotic and rubbed under one of the fins. "This beast would go to waste as a battler. It would only result in broken scales and the lack of any market value. One doesn't battle with a work of art; that's just silly."
I thought about that for a few moments. It made sense the way Asaph explained it, but why was such a view unpopular? I asked him.
"Well, people are taken in by the popular culture. They hear about strong battlers and want to emulate them with little regard for common sense." Milotic slowly drew away as he spoke, and he let it go with no acknowledgment. "If more people were like us..." He trailed off, sighing slightly. "But then, I'd hate for our profession to be filled with rank amateurs. Sully our reputation and all that."
That made sense too. I looked back up at Milotic, examining it. Every scale was in place, every fin set finely and gleaming. But as it splashed around in the pond, it met my gaze. Something in its eyes shone darkly, and I stepped back from it. There was in those eyes a glimpse of something wrong, something hideous. Malice? No, something else, something I couldn't discern.
"At any rate," Asaph interjected, disrupting my thoughts, "Kuri's bound to be waiting for us, and we can't keep her." He guided me inside before I could had time to reflect on what I'd seen.
I was dreaming...
Only bits and pieces do I remember, but what remains could have just as easily been lost had I not heard Asaph's voice cutting through the veil. I started, jolted awake with a gasp, but he steadied me.
He was sitting next to me, pulled up entirely onto the bed, and he put his hand to my chest. "Jiri, it's time to wake up. Kuri's nearly finished with lunch, and she hates to be kept waiting."
I sighed, trying in vain to recover the memories. But what remained was enough. "I dreamt that mama brought me here."
"Oh?" He laid down facing me, head on the pillow, as though we were school chums at a slumber party. "She wanted you to be a Collector?"
"Yes...yes, I think she did."
He smiled. "I'm glad. Your father doesn't understand such things, but I like to think differently of your mother."
"As do I..." I trailed off, thoughts of her still in my mind.
"Are you feeling better?"
"A little," I confessed, then asked without thinking "What were your parents like?"
He blinked, and I hoped he wasn't insulted. But then he laughed, a hearty sound. "My parents? Well, they were quite wealthy, as you know. They were both Collectors themselves; well, they were by the time I was born." He patted my hand, which lay limply next to my head. "They were very upright people, but very...understanding." And he trailed off, looking pensive.
I decided against pressing further, and closed my hand over his.
"Tell me about your mother, Jiri," he whispered, moving a few inches closer. "She must have been wonderful."
Tell him about mama? My mind raced, trying to think of where to begin. "She was...yes, she was wonderful," I echoed, mad at myself for my unoriginality. "She was tall, taller than pa--my father, with long hair, and she carried herself like a woman of the world."
"Like a society woman?"
I shook my head. "Like someone who knew the secrets of creation. She always smiled as though she knew something the rest of us didn't." As I spoke, my memories of her came to life in my mind and I could see her clearly, more so than I could since she'd been gone, and I could feel tears sliding down my face.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to distress you. I was merely curious, that's all." He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "How are your studies?"
I had been taking remote lessons a few days a week. The work was simple and I always finished it quickly. "Boring," I sniffed, wiping at my eyes.
"Anything you're taking an interest in? It's always good to have a hobby, you know."
Working up a smile, I shifted to face him, my hand still in his. "I like learning about science. How things work and all." People were confusing, even frightening. Hard facts were where I found my comfort. They didn't change, and they couldn't turn against you. But for the time, I could put my faith in Asaph.
He returned the smile as he sat up and released my hand. "A worthwhile endeavor. Always good to appreciate the concrete things in life as well as the artistic. Which reminds me, you're here to see my acquisition, aren't you?"
Of course, I had nearly forgotten, and I rose with him. "Yes I am," I said, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed to stand up. The nightshirt I wore must have come to his feet on him, because it fell to the floor plus several more inches on me. I had to pull it up, bunching the fabric in both hands, and he laughed.
"I suppose I should have given you something shorter. Well, I'll go see if she's ready with your clothes." He withdrew from the room, and I sat on the bed, having to pull myself back onto it.
I was getting taller, and indeed, everyone at the factory had said that they could see a difference in me just since I had arrived last spring, but I still felt so small when surrounded by Asaph's opulence. If I was indeed to be a Collector, I would have to familiarize myself with things of elegance. And my clothing would have to be one of the first things to change. What I called my finery was nothing compared even to what Asaph wore to bed. This garment I found myself in, although simple cotton, was softer than anything I owned.
Lost for a moment, I was interrupted by Asaph returning to the room. "We're in luck, she was just headed down the hallway with them!" He patted the stack of neatly folded clothes. "Fresh from the dryer," he said, handing them to me. "I'll be in the hallway. Do hurry, I can't wait to show you my acquisition."
I dressed quickly and headed out of the room, eager to see whatever it was he had to show me. What could it be?
He led me to the back of the house, where a servant opened the door to the backyard. There was a newly-laid water structure there in a clearing. It wasn't very big, but it was large enough to hold an enormous snakelike sea creature. As Asaph drew closer, he raised an arm, and the pokémon lowered its head to him. "Jiri," he said, gently scratching the beast under the chin, "meet Milotic."
I had seen Milotics in books and on television before and was never that impressed, but seeing one in person was breathtaking. It was much more graceful than I had thought, and the pink of its fins seemed to glow in the shaded light. The blue scales on its tail shared that quality, and the creature seemed to be singing softly as Asaph turned his attention back to me.
"What do you think?" he asked me, smiling proudly. "It cost me quite a pretty penny, but I think it was worth it."
"It's lovely," I said, taking a step closer. Milotic reared up and spread the fins on its tail, its song changing note to a harsher key.
He raised his hand and struck the creature, not very hard, but enough to cause a resounding noise. "You don't act like that," he snapped. "Be nice." It slunk back, turning again towards him with its head down. "That's better."
Tentatively, I held my hand up to Milotic's neck. It didn't move, so I patted it quickly and withdrew. It was scaly but smooth, and although my hand hadn't lingered, I got a fair feeling of the beast. "It's nice," I said, words failing me. "But are you sure it's all right to hit it like that?"
He laughed. "Jiri, pokémon are meant to take hits. A little slap from time to time keeps them in line."
I furrowed my brow in thought. "But papa always says to treat pokémon with kindness."
Asaph rested a hand on my shoulder and knelt down to my level. His hand was slick from touching the Milotic. "Jiri, is this the same father who said such unkind things about your mother just this very morning?"
A lump stuck in my throat and I swallowed it down as best I could. "Y...yes, true. But I've heard the same from others...I read an article about the regional champion, and he said--"
He cut me off with a raised hand. "Jiri, Jiri, that's for trainers, and we're not trainers. There's a world of difference between people like that and people like us. Pokémon aren't used for brute force in the world we build, they're like works of art to admire."
This confused me. "So, we keep them and do nothing with them? That doesn't seem fair."
He patted my shoulder again. "Jiri my boy, trainers keep them in stasis until they call them out for a beating. Here, we can give them the proper respect, as one would a great masterpiece." He returned to near Milotic and rubbed under one of the fins. "This beast would go to waste as a battler. It would only result in broken scales and the lack of any market value. One doesn't battle with a work of art; that's just silly."
I thought about that for a few moments. It made sense the way Asaph explained it, but why was such a view unpopular? I asked him.
"Well, people are taken in by the popular culture. They hear about strong battlers and want to emulate them with little regard for common sense." Milotic slowly drew away as he spoke, and he let it go with no acknowledgment. "If more people were like us..." He trailed off, sighing slightly. "But then, I'd hate for our profession to be filled with rank amateurs. Sully our reputation and all that."
That made sense too. I looked back up at Milotic, examining it. Every scale was in place, every fin set finely and gleaming. But as it splashed around in the pond, it met my gaze. Something in its eyes shone darkly, and I stepped back from it. There was in those eyes a glimpse of something wrong, something hideous. Malice? No, something else, something I couldn't discern.
"At any rate," Asaph interjected, disrupting my thoughts, "Kuri's bound to be waiting for us, and we can't keep her." He guided me inside before I could had time to reflect on what I'd seen.
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buttons123
wow!
Hey! I am aware that this is more than late, but better late than never, right?
16th chapter already? Jeez, time sure does fly, but I'm glad to see you've gotten so far.
Anyway, the chapter gave me the usual goodness and entertainment that your writing always provides.
I've been rereading what you've written so far a bit beyond the surface, and it's nice to see the symbolism and connections within the plot. It's as if the characters have worlds of their own which are fascinating to explore. Thus, I am interested on watching the plotline progress.
Excellent work thus far and good luck with the next chapter! If you need input or such, feel free to let me know!
~buttons123
16th chapter already? Jeez, time sure does fly, but I'm glad to see you've gotten so far.
Anyway, the chapter gave me the usual goodness and entertainment that your writing always provides.
I've been rereading what you've written so far a bit beyond the surface, and it's nice to see the symbolism and connections within the plot. It's as if the characters have worlds of their own which are fascinating to explore. Thus, I am interested on watching the plotline progress.
Excellent work thus far and good luck with the next chapter! If you need input or such, feel free to let me know!
~buttons123
Blackjack Gabbiani
Clearly we're great!
I hope to have the next chapter out by the end of the month. It's my own personal NaNo (since there's no way in hell I can ever do 50K words in one month).
And believe me, no one finds this more fascinating than I do. Although you probably come really close.
And believe me, no one finds this more fascinating than I do. Although you probably come really close.
Blackjack Gabbiani
Clearly we're great!
HOLY CRAP I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! An HOUR before my deadline I finally finish it! Everyone, it's Obsession 17!
The opulence of the mansion was a wonder to behold, but yet the feel of the place escaped me as I tried not to think about the Milotic. Was Asaph right? He had to be; his words made so much sense. While it was a work of art, it was also a living thing and would have to be punished for its misdeeds. I supposed that was up to the discretion of the owner.
"Jiri, why do you linger?" Asasph asked. He had stopped outside the dining room and looked back at me from the open door.
"I'm sorry," I said, focusing on the world around me.
He patted me on the back, but he was frowning. "You have to learn to stay in this world. Things can't keep pulling you to distraction.
I could smell the prepared lunch waiting for us inside the room. The aroma was enticing, and beyond my recognition. Unfortunately, it was then that I realized I hadn't had anything to eat yet that day, and my stomach rumbled with the revelation. Embarassed, I covered my mouth out of reflex and hoped that I hadn't broken any protocol.
But Asaph just laughed, his dour expression from just a few seconds ago gone. "Sounds like we need to do something about that! Have a seat," he said, taking the chair at the head of the table.
The room was like no dining room I'd ever entered. It was long, with a table to match, built to seat at least a dozen. Alone one off-white wall was a lengthy buffet with an elegant silver tea service as the centerpiece, with which a servant was pouring tea into porcelain cups.
Above us on the low-hanging ceiling was a grand chandelier spread out like an opening blossom. It caught the sunlight shimmering in from the window on the far wall, reflecting it through the room with little captured rainbows. It forced a smile to my face, and I tried my best to keep it a reserved one.
I sat at Asaph's right hand, on a high-backed wooden chair with ornate patterns carved in, and a white silken cushion on the seat. The tea was set before us, and I took a sip, finding it too hot for the time being. I was surprised at my ability to remain silent, though. The old me would have cried out or dropped the cup, and I was glad for the change.
Another servant came out of the adjoined kitchen with serving trays, and finally I could put a visual to the luscious scent. A bowl of soup was placed before me, with a spoon that had to be silver peeking out from atop the charger. I looked to Asaph for a sign that I should begin, and he nodded, raising his own spoon to his lips and blowing on the liquid.
I did the same, watching the steam dissipate with my breath, until I was satisfied that it was cool enough, and took a taste. I had never had anything like it before; it was rich with cream and potatoes, but mostly something I couldn't put my finger on. "What is this?" I asked.
"Say it better," Asaph instructed. "You're too blunt."
"Oh, um...on what are we dining? It's delicious, but I can't place it."
He smiled. "It's leek soup. Have you ever had leeks before?"
"I don't think so...but I've heard they're often paired with Farfetch'd. Is that what I smell from the kitchen still?"
"You're very astute. I believe you're right." He looked towards the servant, waiting at the door to the kitchen, and she nodded. "Ah, there you go."
"I've never had that before either." Certainly I had had things like Miltank before, but Farfetch'd was a delicacy, far beyond my thus far unsophisticated palate. I briefly wondered what it would be like before turning my attention back to the bowl before me. "Things sure taste different in a place like this," I mused aloud.
"How do you mean?"
I wasn't entirely sure what I meant, but he had requested a reply. "Things..." I started, waving my hand around. "Things are more...vibrant here. You notice more in an environment like this." Was that what I meant? I decided it was. "And it brings your senses to life, all of them. Right now, taste. I don't think this would be quite the same in any other place," I concluded with a gesture to the remainder of the soup.
His smile turned into a gentle laugh. "I never though of it that way. But I suppose every place has its own aura about it. Personally," he said, leaning in,"I find that food tastes best in museum restaurants. To be in a place like that, so close to the finest works of history, is simply divine. Music sounds better there too--if you ever have the opportunity to go to a museum event with music, you'll be amazed. Even the most familiar of pieces will take on a new life in a setting like that."
"It sounds wonderful..." I whispered, letting the image fill my mind. Vision and memory were certainly more vivid in a place surrounded by treasures such as those. Although the mansions I had been to were opulent, they were also inhabited by personalities, ones that were perhaps too strong. I wanted to see the luxury by myself, not to be seen as the curiosity to which my young age lent itself. Being here with just Asaph was good, and I found myself blessed by our silence.
Soon we were ready for the second course, and the serving girl brought the fragrant salads around. They were simple in construct, with a simple red wine dressing, but the focus was on the meat. I cut a piece and tasted it, and was greeted with something sweeter than I had imagined. "Mmm...I like this."
"I thought you might. What sorts of things do you dine on at home?" Asaph asked.
"Oh..." Having to think about my drab home life in the midst of all this removed me from the situation, and I was none too pleased. "He likes common things. Last night we had hot dogs, and the night before, grilled cheese sandwiches."
"Really." Asaph didn't sound surprised, or much of anything. "With all that money he makes from the factory, he certainly doesn't live like it."
"I know..." I had mused on that subject before, but only in passing.
"What do you think about that?"
I had never come to a conclusion in my brief thoughts. "I don't know what I think. It just happens. Is it really that important?"
"Jiri..." he sighed, "he has the means to enjoy the finer things in life, yet elects not to. I pity people like that. It's like they're living their lives with their eyes closed."
"He's been blinded," I echoed, thinking I was repeating his sentiment, but he corrected me.
"No no, not blinded. That implies that he couldn't help it. Like how some people can't help being poor. But people like your father, they're choosing to live the way they do." He shook his head. "It's a pity that there's still people who do that."
I almost felt sorry for my father in that moment, but then I remembered what he had said that morning. "Um...any further word on that Tonio exhibit? You mentioned it a while ago."
"Of course!" And we were distracted by the mention of the exhibit, and planned to go to Goldenrod to see it.
With lunch finished, we took our leave from the dining room. I was amazed at how well-trained his staff was; the serving girl was already clearing the table before we had even left the room. And when Asaph began to open the door to the hallway, a passing servant reached for it and held it steady. Asaph thanked him with a silent nod of the head, and I did the same. The man nodded back at me, and I smiled to myself. "Asaph?" I asked, close on his heels but keeping a gentlemanly distance, "Have you ever known a Collector to have grown up like I have? You know, out of wealth. Mother lived quite simply, and well, you know."
He continued walking, although at a slower pace. "Honestly no. But that's not to say there haven't been, I just haven't met them. Everyone has to start somewhere, and I'd say with your education, you'll be just fine once you begin your career. That is, if you continue to learn from me and the others."
"Sounds reasonable," I said as he lead me into the sitting room.
The room was about the same size as the dining room, with several huge windows set into the far wall, but they were all covered with sumptuous drapery, and so not letting in much light. I saw the reason for the dimness when I looked around; the walls were home to many paintings, reaching up to the high ceiling in the old manner. I recognized a few artists' styles from the museums and our studies, and wondered for a brief moment if they were originals. But of course they were originals; Asaph wouldn't settle for anything less.
There was a fancy overstuffed couch under the windows, with a long mahogany table before it, upon which was a modern style chess set. Rather than the abstract figures, they were miniature sculptures, and rather than being dressed in medieval European garments as would be typical, they had more modern clothing from the past century. They were no less elegant for it, and were all easily recognizable for what they were. I picked up the knight, which was now a mighty warrior astride a lovely Rapidash, pulled up into a flawless pesade. Although it was made of wood, it was painted in such a way that made the flames on his mount's back seem as though they could burn my hand.
"Marvelous set, isn't it?" Asaph asked. "I bought it some time ago, but haven't found anyone to play against. You know, aside from my staff, and that grows tiring after a while."
I smiled at him, taking a seat on the couch. "Shall we begin?"
He sat next to me and pulled the slender table closer, the pieces rattling on the board but not moving from their designated positions. "You can begin." As I examined the board and pondered what move I should use to open, he asked "Do you play often? This seems like something you'd enjoy."
"I played against my father, but that grew tiring after a while," I deadpanned.
It took him a second before it registered, and he laughed. "You're developing quite the wit. Your father told me that you rarely smiled when we first began our excursions."
"I had nothing really to smile about," I admitted, moving a pawn forward two squares. "My life at that time was far from happy."
"Yes, yes..." He was pensive as he made his move. "There's been long stretches like that in my life...Not the same situations, with your mother and all, but times of darkness. But I've found that times in the dark help you appreciate the light."
I wondered what his experiences had been, but it wasn't the time to ask such things. I remained silent for several turns, focusing on the board in front of me at first, then looking up at the paintings on the wall opposite us. Playing with Asaph reminded me of the time mother had taught me, but now I could think of her without feeling the loss. Perhaps I was maturing, or perhaps it had been sufficient time. But then I remembered what my father had said that morning, and lowered my gaze to the board once again.
I must have been deeper in thought than I was aware, because Asaph brought his hand to mine and told me that it was my turn.
"Oh! Thank you." I flashed him a smile before pondering my rook's position.
"You know...you've been looking at people more. I think it shows a marked improvement from where we began." He rested his hand over mine as I was about to make a move. "Why, you scarcely cast eyes my way when we met, and now even when you're thinking deeply about something, you make the gesture of looking at me when I speak."
I did, didn't I? The more I thought about it, the truer it was. I had been a ball of self-absorption, lost in pity, when I came to Seafoam. But under Asaph's tutelage, I had blossomed.
"But I can't help noticing that you're still upset about something. Is it what happened earlier?"
What did he mean? What my father had said? My father's words no longer mattered, although I would have to return there. Although I lived in the same house, I was a world apart. And I realized I hadn't considered the issue of the Milotic since it happened. Asaph was a good man, and I had no reason to doubt what he told me. Pokémon are meant to take hits, I knew that logically. Seeing it put into practice was unnerving, but I realized he was telling the truth. In both the wild and in captivity, they would do far more damage to each other than a reprimand from a human would.
He gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Still thinking about your move?"
"Oh!" Quickly I moved the piece over which I'd been thinking, regretting the move immediately.
"Ooh...I'm afraid I take your bishop now," he said with a front of sadness but a touch of triumph to back it up.
"You're getting into this, aren't you?" I laughed. Perhaps the younger me would have been insulted by his tone, but now I found only mirth in his dramatics.
"Yes, I suppose I am!" he laughed back, snatching up the piece like a diving bird pulling a fish from the water. We were most undistinguished, but neither of us cared.
Our game continued along similar lines for nearly an hour, with Asaph emerging victorious. He spoke with a servant who had walked in as I rearranged the pieces in their proper positions, and after a few minutes, returned to sit beside me on the couch.
"Jiri, it occurs to me that you didn't answer my question."
I looked up. "Question? Oh, about being upset?"
"Yes...you've seemed so distant off and on today."
Settling back in my seat, I put my hands behind my head and smiled at him. "No, I think everything's all right." And I meant it. My thoughts from earlier had been settled, and I felt better.
"I'm glad. You know, you'll have to return to Seafoam eventually."
With a groan, I told him "I know. I think I'll be ready for it."
"How will you deal with your father?"
I waved my hand dismissively. "It's easy to avoid him; he stays in the factory most of the day. In a while this will blow over."
"Are you certain?" There was concern in his voice. "You did make a bit of a scene earlier, and that was without his presence."
It was true, as much as I hated to think of it. "It was a momentary lapse. I hardly slept last night, and it affected my reasoning." Which was also true, at least the part about my hours.
He chuckled. "There's been times where I've been so pulled into the trail of some item or another, I have to be reminded to sleep. You know, it happened when I got Milotic. I stayed up until all hours just watching it swim."
That made me feel even better. He did care for it, otherwise he wouldn't have done something like that. "That's a lovely image."
"Yes..." After a moment of silence, he pulled himself to his feet and held out his hand. "Jiri, would you like to see more of my home?"
I accepted his offer, and he began introducing me to the paintings in the sitting room in great detail.
That night, after a day surrounded by the finest things the world had to offer, I returned to Seafoam. The factory was long closed, and the lights were all off in the house. I noticed the book I had attacked that morning was sitting on the table, pages still in disarray.
But yet it didn't upset me. In fact, I couldn't stop smiling.
The opulence of the mansion was a wonder to behold, but yet the feel of the place escaped me as I tried not to think about the Milotic. Was Asaph right? He had to be; his words made so much sense. While it was a work of art, it was also a living thing and would have to be punished for its misdeeds. I supposed that was up to the discretion of the owner.
"Jiri, why do you linger?" Asasph asked. He had stopped outside the dining room and looked back at me from the open door.
"I'm sorry," I said, focusing on the world around me.
He patted me on the back, but he was frowning. "You have to learn to stay in this world. Things can't keep pulling you to distraction.
I could smell the prepared lunch waiting for us inside the room. The aroma was enticing, and beyond my recognition. Unfortunately, it was then that I realized I hadn't had anything to eat yet that day, and my stomach rumbled with the revelation. Embarassed, I covered my mouth out of reflex and hoped that I hadn't broken any protocol.
But Asaph just laughed, his dour expression from just a few seconds ago gone. "Sounds like we need to do something about that! Have a seat," he said, taking the chair at the head of the table.
The room was like no dining room I'd ever entered. It was long, with a table to match, built to seat at least a dozen. Alone one off-white wall was a lengthy buffet with an elegant silver tea service as the centerpiece, with which a servant was pouring tea into porcelain cups.
Above us on the low-hanging ceiling was a grand chandelier spread out like an opening blossom. It caught the sunlight shimmering in from the window on the far wall, reflecting it through the room with little captured rainbows. It forced a smile to my face, and I tried my best to keep it a reserved one.
I sat at Asaph's right hand, on a high-backed wooden chair with ornate patterns carved in, and a white silken cushion on the seat. The tea was set before us, and I took a sip, finding it too hot for the time being. I was surprised at my ability to remain silent, though. The old me would have cried out or dropped the cup, and I was glad for the change.
Another servant came out of the adjoined kitchen with serving trays, and finally I could put a visual to the luscious scent. A bowl of soup was placed before me, with a spoon that had to be silver peeking out from atop the charger. I looked to Asaph for a sign that I should begin, and he nodded, raising his own spoon to his lips and blowing on the liquid.
I did the same, watching the steam dissipate with my breath, until I was satisfied that it was cool enough, and took a taste. I had never had anything like it before; it was rich with cream and potatoes, but mostly something I couldn't put my finger on. "What is this?" I asked.
"Say it better," Asaph instructed. "You're too blunt."
"Oh, um...on what are we dining? It's delicious, but I can't place it."
He smiled. "It's leek soup. Have you ever had leeks before?"
"I don't think so...but I've heard they're often paired with Farfetch'd. Is that what I smell from the kitchen still?"
"You're very astute. I believe you're right." He looked towards the servant, waiting at the door to the kitchen, and she nodded. "Ah, there you go."
"I've never had that before either." Certainly I had had things like Miltank before, but Farfetch'd was a delicacy, far beyond my thus far unsophisticated palate. I briefly wondered what it would be like before turning my attention back to the bowl before me. "Things sure taste different in a place like this," I mused aloud.
"How do you mean?"
I wasn't entirely sure what I meant, but he had requested a reply. "Things..." I started, waving my hand around. "Things are more...vibrant here. You notice more in an environment like this." Was that what I meant? I decided it was. "And it brings your senses to life, all of them. Right now, taste. I don't think this would be quite the same in any other place," I concluded with a gesture to the remainder of the soup.
His smile turned into a gentle laugh. "I never though of it that way. But I suppose every place has its own aura about it. Personally," he said, leaning in,"I find that food tastes best in museum restaurants. To be in a place like that, so close to the finest works of history, is simply divine. Music sounds better there too--if you ever have the opportunity to go to a museum event with music, you'll be amazed. Even the most familiar of pieces will take on a new life in a setting like that."
"It sounds wonderful..." I whispered, letting the image fill my mind. Vision and memory were certainly more vivid in a place surrounded by treasures such as those. Although the mansions I had been to were opulent, they were also inhabited by personalities, ones that were perhaps too strong. I wanted to see the luxury by myself, not to be seen as the curiosity to which my young age lent itself. Being here with just Asaph was good, and I found myself blessed by our silence.
Soon we were ready for the second course, and the serving girl brought the fragrant salads around. They were simple in construct, with a simple red wine dressing, but the focus was on the meat. I cut a piece and tasted it, and was greeted with something sweeter than I had imagined. "Mmm...I like this."
"I thought you might. What sorts of things do you dine on at home?" Asaph asked.
"Oh..." Having to think about my drab home life in the midst of all this removed me from the situation, and I was none too pleased. "He likes common things. Last night we had hot dogs, and the night before, grilled cheese sandwiches."
"Really." Asaph didn't sound surprised, or much of anything. "With all that money he makes from the factory, he certainly doesn't live like it."
"I know..." I had mused on that subject before, but only in passing.
"What do you think about that?"
I had never come to a conclusion in my brief thoughts. "I don't know what I think. It just happens. Is it really that important?"
"Jiri..." he sighed, "he has the means to enjoy the finer things in life, yet elects not to. I pity people like that. It's like they're living their lives with their eyes closed."
"He's been blinded," I echoed, thinking I was repeating his sentiment, but he corrected me.
"No no, not blinded. That implies that he couldn't help it. Like how some people can't help being poor. But people like your father, they're choosing to live the way they do." He shook his head. "It's a pity that there's still people who do that."
I almost felt sorry for my father in that moment, but then I remembered what he had said that morning. "Um...any further word on that Tonio exhibit? You mentioned it a while ago."
"Of course!" And we were distracted by the mention of the exhibit, and planned to go to Goldenrod to see it.
With lunch finished, we took our leave from the dining room. I was amazed at how well-trained his staff was; the serving girl was already clearing the table before we had even left the room. And when Asaph began to open the door to the hallway, a passing servant reached for it and held it steady. Asaph thanked him with a silent nod of the head, and I did the same. The man nodded back at me, and I smiled to myself. "Asaph?" I asked, close on his heels but keeping a gentlemanly distance, "Have you ever known a Collector to have grown up like I have? You know, out of wealth. Mother lived quite simply, and well, you know."
He continued walking, although at a slower pace. "Honestly no. But that's not to say there haven't been, I just haven't met them. Everyone has to start somewhere, and I'd say with your education, you'll be just fine once you begin your career. That is, if you continue to learn from me and the others."
"Sounds reasonable," I said as he lead me into the sitting room.
The room was about the same size as the dining room, with several huge windows set into the far wall, but they were all covered with sumptuous drapery, and so not letting in much light. I saw the reason for the dimness when I looked around; the walls were home to many paintings, reaching up to the high ceiling in the old manner. I recognized a few artists' styles from the museums and our studies, and wondered for a brief moment if they were originals. But of course they were originals; Asaph wouldn't settle for anything less.
There was a fancy overstuffed couch under the windows, with a long mahogany table before it, upon which was a modern style chess set. Rather than the abstract figures, they were miniature sculptures, and rather than being dressed in medieval European garments as would be typical, they had more modern clothing from the past century. They were no less elegant for it, and were all easily recognizable for what they were. I picked up the knight, which was now a mighty warrior astride a lovely Rapidash, pulled up into a flawless pesade. Although it was made of wood, it was painted in such a way that made the flames on his mount's back seem as though they could burn my hand.
"Marvelous set, isn't it?" Asaph asked. "I bought it some time ago, but haven't found anyone to play against. You know, aside from my staff, and that grows tiring after a while."
I smiled at him, taking a seat on the couch. "Shall we begin?"
He sat next to me and pulled the slender table closer, the pieces rattling on the board but not moving from their designated positions. "You can begin." As I examined the board and pondered what move I should use to open, he asked "Do you play often? This seems like something you'd enjoy."
"I played against my father, but that grew tiring after a while," I deadpanned.
It took him a second before it registered, and he laughed. "You're developing quite the wit. Your father told me that you rarely smiled when we first began our excursions."
"I had nothing really to smile about," I admitted, moving a pawn forward two squares. "My life at that time was far from happy."
"Yes, yes..." He was pensive as he made his move. "There's been long stretches like that in my life...Not the same situations, with your mother and all, but times of darkness. But I've found that times in the dark help you appreciate the light."
I wondered what his experiences had been, but it wasn't the time to ask such things. I remained silent for several turns, focusing on the board in front of me at first, then looking up at the paintings on the wall opposite us. Playing with Asaph reminded me of the time mother had taught me, but now I could think of her without feeling the loss. Perhaps I was maturing, or perhaps it had been sufficient time. But then I remembered what my father had said that morning, and lowered my gaze to the board once again.
I must have been deeper in thought than I was aware, because Asaph brought his hand to mine and told me that it was my turn.
"Oh! Thank you." I flashed him a smile before pondering my rook's position.
"You know...you've been looking at people more. I think it shows a marked improvement from where we began." He rested his hand over mine as I was about to make a move. "Why, you scarcely cast eyes my way when we met, and now even when you're thinking deeply about something, you make the gesture of looking at me when I speak."
I did, didn't I? The more I thought about it, the truer it was. I had been a ball of self-absorption, lost in pity, when I came to Seafoam. But under Asaph's tutelage, I had blossomed.
"But I can't help noticing that you're still upset about something. Is it what happened earlier?"
What did he mean? What my father had said? My father's words no longer mattered, although I would have to return there. Although I lived in the same house, I was a world apart. And I realized I hadn't considered the issue of the Milotic since it happened. Asaph was a good man, and I had no reason to doubt what he told me. Pokémon are meant to take hits, I knew that logically. Seeing it put into practice was unnerving, but I realized he was telling the truth. In both the wild and in captivity, they would do far more damage to each other than a reprimand from a human would.
He gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Still thinking about your move?"
"Oh!" Quickly I moved the piece over which I'd been thinking, regretting the move immediately.
"Ooh...I'm afraid I take your bishop now," he said with a front of sadness but a touch of triumph to back it up.
"You're getting into this, aren't you?" I laughed. Perhaps the younger me would have been insulted by his tone, but now I found only mirth in his dramatics.
"Yes, I suppose I am!" he laughed back, snatching up the piece like a diving bird pulling a fish from the water. We were most undistinguished, but neither of us cared.
Our game continued along similar lines for nearly an hour, with Asaph emerging victorious. He spoke with a servant who had walked in as I rearranged the pieces in their proper positions, and after a few minutes, returned to sit beside me on the couch.
"Jiri, it occurs to me that you didn't answer my question."
I looked up. "Question? Oh, about being upset?"
"Yes...you've seemed so distant off and on today."
Settling back in my seat, I put my hands behind my head and smiled at him. "No, I think everything's all right." And I meant it. My thoughts from earlier had been settled, and I felt better.
"I'm glad. You know, you'll have to return to Seafoam eventually."
With a groan, I told him "I know. I think I'll be ready for it."
"How will you deal with your father?"
I waved my hand dismissively. "It's easy to avoid him; he stays in the factory most of the day. In a while this will blow over."
"Are you certain?" There was concern in his voice. "You did make a bit of a scene earlier, and that was without his presence."
It was true, as much as I hated to think of it. "It was a momentary lapse. I hardly slept last night, and it affected my reasoning." Which was also true, at least the part about my hours.
He chuckled. "There's been times where I've been so pulled into the trail of some item or another, I have to be reminded to sleep. You know, it happened when I got Milotic. I stayed up until all hours just watching it swim."
That made me feel even better. He did care for it, otherwise he wouldn't have done something like that. "That's a lovely image."
"Yes..." After a moment of silence, he pulled himself to his feet and held out his hand. "Jiri, would you like to see more of my home?"
I accepted his offer, and he began introducing me to the paintings in the sitting room in great detail.
That night, after a day surrounded by the finest things the world had to offer, I returned to Seafoam. The factory was long closed, and the lights were all off in the house. I noticed the book I had attacked that morning was sitting on the table, pages still in disarray.
But yet it didn't upset me. In fact, I couldn't stop smiling.
buttons123
wow!
Alright! These reviews are just rollin' along! *parties*
For an hour before the deadline, you did well! I was afraid this would be a "better late than never" situation, but things turned out great!
As said previously, I like the images created. Like, the vocabulary really brings it to life: "sumptuous," "flawless." You've got good adjectives going on.
And bringing up Jiri's future is pretty good. It's nice to see Jiri thinking about what he wants to do with his life rather than completely focusing on the present.
Also, seeing Jiri and Asaph appear as more down-to-earth people really lets the audience connect to the imagery, if that makes sense. Everything has really worked together so far, even when characters or such are missing. Good job with that -- it's hard to achieve a decent balance.
Good luck with the next chapter, of course!
For an hour before the deadline, you did well! I was afraid this would be a "better late than never" situation, but things turned out great!
As said previously, I like the images created. Like, the vocabulary really brings it to life: "sumptuous," "flawless." You've got good adjectives going on.
And bringing up Jiri's future is pretty good. It's nice to see Jiri thinking about what he wants to do with his life rather than completely focusing on the present.
Also, seeing Jiri and Asaph appear as more down-to-earth people really lets the audience connect to the imagery, if that makes sense. Everything has really worked together so far, even when characters or such are missing. Good job with that -- it's hard to achieve a decent balance.
Good luck with the next chapter, of course!
Blackjack Gabbiani
Clearly we're great!
Yes, Jiri starts off as a simple kid, growing into the elaborate man we all know. But, as we'll delve into, does he really change that much? I'd say more but I may spoil.
I had to keep going to dictionary.com for the spellings on half the words. That's the perils of having a large vocabulary but not being able to spell for jack.
I had to keep going to dictionary.com for the spellings on half the words. That's the perils of having a large vocabulary but not being able to spell for jack.
buttons123
wow!
Exactly, it's a decision between complete and total transformation or just minor alterations upon character.
Well, you could always just have me copy/paste the text into Word, and I'll spellcheck it for ya.
Blackjack Gabbiani
Clearly we're great!
Heehee, that could work. Yeah, I *used* to have Word, but then my computer got viruses and had to be wiped, and the guy who reinstalled everything didn't put that back on for some reason.
Besides, Notepad's smaller anyway.
Besides, Notepad's smaller anyway.