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Blood relatives? I think NOT!
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May 27, 2008
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Hiro has come to visit! However, the mercury
rises, so Fenchurch and Hiro retreat indoors and relax
with Fen’s favorite art book, Treasures
of British Art, Tate Gallery. (Notice who has returned to his post… !) They are discussing a certain painting; follow this
link for a pic and explanation: The Awakening Conscience
Hiro: That’s a neat effect in this painting, the
reflection in the mirror of the outside garden. But what’s up with the title,
“The Awakening Conscience”? It looks more like she’s remembered the burning
roast in the oven or something.
Fenchurch:
*giggle* It does, doesn’t it? But in that era, it was
supposed to be a commentary on morals, which the painter Holman Hunt was hung
up about. So much so that he tried to reform the model in this painting to be
his wife – Annie Miller, who was the daughter of a barfly.
Hiro: Oh, the old "turning the bad girl
good", huh? Sounds like a lot of work to get a wife - couldn't he find
anyone else with the right qualifications?
Fenchurch: I guess
not – and, um, I think she was *hot*, compared to girls of his class. In the
end, Annie did very well for herself – but NOT with Hunt!
Hiro: All that work for nothing! *snerk*
Varius: **suddenly appears** A charming pastime for
two lovely children like you – as old-fashioned as the paintings therein. There
was a graciousness to that era, for all its
hypocrisies –
Fenchurch:
YOU! Where did you come from, as if I need to ask –
Hiro: Isn't there a cereal box you'd rather be
haunting somewhere, Varius?
Tivadar: Nosferatu! And he walks by day -- !
Varius: As long as there is no direct sun – I am old
enough and strong enough to venture forth when I wish –
Fenchurch: We
should’ve hidden the SPF 700 then…
Tivadar: You loathsome creature of the Living Dead –
if you DARE touch a hair of their heads, YOUR head will become my personal
plaything, do you hear?
Hiro: You tell him, Tivadar!
How about a little demonstration? Please??
Varius: Come now – that will not be necessary. You
are as safe as in a mother’s arms when around me. Besides, I have fed already.
Now I seek companionship and camaraderie –
Tivadar: Your kind are
cunning; I shall be vigilant, lest you surprise us again –
Fenchurch: MY
mother didn’t have such pointy canine teeth, I can tell you that!
Hiro: I bet HIS mother was pretty damn scary, too!
Varius: Now, now, you witty cubs – we may discuss my
mother, if you wish. She was only scary in her later years, when the lead-based
make-up she wore had irreversibly poisoned her. Oddly enough, she DID look like
a vampire, though she wasn’t one, I assure you –
Tivadar: No… nosferatu do not have mothers in the conventional
sense, thanks be to the gods –
Hiro: If you're looking for "camaraderie",
why don't you go bug that lady vampire of yours, and leave us alone?
Fenchurch: Hiro’s right; go look for Arsinoe,
why don’t you?
Varius: Ah, Arsinoe… well,
you see, she is preoccupied at the
present, with a little visitor from her past. So, I have given them their
privacy; hence my need for other companions in discourse to while away the
hours –
Fenchurch:
Oh-oh – this may mean another vampire in the house –
Tivadar: **stiffening** Another bloodsucker under this roof -- ?
Hiro: *a little nervous* Well, hey, maybe if she's
busy, she won't be after us –
Arsinoe: **suddenly appears** Why Master Hiro, when there are guests in the house,
I find time for all of them – especially YOU!
Hiro: Huh – what -- ?
Hiro: Gahhhh! I HATE it
when you sneak up on me like that! And why me?? Go
find someone else to torment!
Arsinoe: My, my, how you overreact to a simple
embrace of greeting – one can only imagine how a peck on the cheek would’ve
launched you in orbit…
Hiro: With YOUR kind, there is no such thing as a
sincere greeting, OR a peck on the cheek - it's all about the snack attack,
isn't it? Go find yourself another boy toy to prey on, ice queen.
Arsinoe: Well… this is so. I have my visitor, who
could fit your description of my “boy toy”…
Arsinoe: Ah, Robbin, my
fledgling, do meet some mortals of the household, including this saucy boy, who
visits as you do –
Robbin: I’ve had glimpses of them unawares, but I am
ready for an introduction –
Robbin: Your impertinence to
my mistress shall not go unrewarded, Tanaka Kazuhiro – see, I know your name,
and rather more about you than you would like.
Hiro: Ha! If YOU'D fought a little harder, maybe
she wouldn't have GOT you. And I don't intend to let you get me either.
Robbin: *hmph* Do not
flatter yourself -- your neck is of no interest to me. I’m in no hurry to
settle my score, either.
Hiro: Ah, go crawl back in your box before you get
heat stroke, smartass. You don't scare me. I've met worse vampires than you,
and I'm still alive to tell about it!
Fenchurch: Um,
Hiro, I think you should leave off with the taunts –
Hiro: Are you saying I'm no good at bluffing?
Varius: Let the boy think he’s won, my dear
Fenchurch – you should know that by now.
Arsinoe: I appreciate your defense, my sweet, however
unnecessary. It flatters me that you would rise to the occasion after all these
years –
Robbin: I am MOST sincere, dear Arsinoe,
where YOU are concerned *smile*.
Fenchurch:
Sorry, Hiro, I guess it was too much to expect that
they’d stay away like they did for your last visit. Though I think they’re not
going to make you their dinner, anyway – just the floor show.
Hiro: I can't believe they don't have anything
better to do than monkey with us. It's getting awfully crowded in here. Let's
go outside... in the SUNSHINE.
Did anyone notice Robbin’s similarity to Hiro, by
the way?
Hiro and Fen made good on their exit to the great outdoors –
Fenchurch
and Hiro and Wynnefred and
Chance
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