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Post by lizsherman on Sept 18, 2008 16:11:51 GMT -7
>>"It was much more exciting than damn Russia. Bitter cold and the Commies being in recession...The tales Abe has told me about the prince Nuada are very...intriguing, especially the way he did battle." A thoughtful look came over Frankie. "I indeed wonder what it would be like to fight such a master...Out of curiosity, of course."<<
Liz paused setting down some folded clothes on her bed as she looked over at Frankie "Although Russia doesn't seem to sound like a blast or anything trust me when I say Prince Nuada is not anything honorable or decent." She replied darkly. She really disliked him for all he did to not only her but her friends and her friend's loved ones. She had no respect for him. He was a good fighter but thats all the good she had to say about him.
>>"Then I suppose yes, it is Liz chic." Frankie said, nodding once. Hey, her opinion was asked, and as far as he knew from Liz, this was Liz chic. "It's um...Liz-tastic as a matter of fact." <<
She raised an eyebrow "Wow Liz-tastic Frankie? soon you will be using nifty words like Neato and Jinkies" she replied chuckling abit. She definitely did not seem like the happy-go-lucky girl to use any words like that to describe well, anything. But she appreciated the very few girls who decided not to act like bubbly versions of Barbie dolls come to life. She turned to Abe who seemed to examine the room, looking it over as she awaited his approval. He managed to find some pictures she took and stored them away for safekeeping
>>“I agree, most homey.” << She heard Abe finally say as he studied the room more quietly. She smiled "Thanks Abe, I tend to like things pretty Zen and laid back" she added fixing a painting on the wall that was crooked.
>>Frankie let out a little sigh. "That is a loaded question." She laughed dryly. "I miss...I miss times and places, I suppose. I miss the way that everything has a story that may be centuries old... I miss the food, and Lord knows I miss the afternoon teas...But mostly I miss the people." She nodded softly and went to open another box. <<
She paused looking over at Frankie watching her for a moment. She felt abit guilty for asking that question, she seemed to stir up some sad emotions in Frankie. "I'm sorry you feel so homesick but, doesn't mean you cant perhaps see Europe again and besides you got me and Abe to keep you company here" she replied as corny as it sounded but, she was trying. She looked over at Abe who seemed to be staring off in his own little world. She didn't need to be psychic to know what or rather, who he was thinking of. She frowned both him and Frankie seemed to be in there own thoughts. Liz let out a weak sigh a moment of silence going through the room.
"Well looks like we managed to put together my room just nicely" Liz finally broke the silence as she sat down on her bed weakly, her bright glow they first witnessed now gone almost , she looked tired and drained out of nowhere.
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Post by Frankie Guidicini on Sept 18, 2008 21:25:26 GMT -7
>>“Actually, that not a bad idea. Of course, this is just merely thoughts. I don’t believe the others would let me live it down to be wearing hot pink or even a conservative color… like plum.” He gestured with a hand towards the striping marks across his body. “Something that would compliment my skin tone.”<<
Frankie made a strained noise trying not to laugh. She enjoyed Abe so much. He was one who made her feel like her sense of humor actually...functioned. Maybe. "I'm afraid I'm out of plum, but I think plum would be an excellent color for you." She winced. She was pretty sure a rib had just cracked from her restraining her laughter.
>>"Although Russia doesn't seem to sound like a blast or anything trust me when I say Prince Nuada is not anything honorable or decent." She replied darkly.<<
"I understand. I meant nothing favorable by it. I think I'm just being cocky, wanting to see if I can take on 'The Big Bad.' You know, plain old arrogance." She smiled softly. She would indeed like to see what the outcome of a battle between her and someone who had years to hone their skills like she had, though the prince had many, many more.
>>"I'm sorry you feel so homesick but, doesn't mean you cant perhaps see Europe again and besides you got me and Abe to keep you company here" she replied as corny as it sounded but, she was trying.<<
Frankie smiled softly. "I think the three of us could paint the continent red. It would be fun to do so, someday." She shook her head up and down. "Let's plan it. Something to look forward to...Maybe. We could pretend it's work and go on a haunted castles of Europe tour." There she was, trying to be humorous again.
>>"Well looks like we managed to put together my room just nicely" Liz finally broke the silence as she sat down on her bed weakly, her bright glow they first witnessed now gone almost , she looked tired and drained out of nowhere. <<
"Are you alright, Liz? You look a bit pale. I think you should sit down." Frankie gently guided the woman to her bed to sit. "When I was..." She paused for a moment. "When I was pregnant with my daughter Stella, my husband had to basically tie me to a chair so I wouldn't over-exert myself, as it happens so easily. Henry...He was a doctor, so he was much more finicky than the average husband."
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Post by Abe Sapien on Sept 29, 2008 9:40:42 GMT -7
She looked over at Abe who seemed to be staring off in his own little world. She didn't need to be psychic to know what or rather, who he was thinking of.
Abraham touched upon the memory of first meeting the princess, the decaying smells and resounding voices of the Troll Market all the more vibrant by his ability to call forth the memories of the past and future. He shifted his stance, webbed fingers gently clasping the photo’s behind his back leaving his other hand to touch his wrist at the recollection of the royal seal that gracefully encased Nuala’s wrist. It had been an odd sight, even to him, the presence of the princess glowed in the drab and dreary underworld. The very magic of her immortal soul radiated out to him drawing him further into the once mystery of her appearance outside the elven kingdom’s boundaries.
"I'm sorry you feel so homesick but, doesn't mean you can’t perhaps see Europe again and besides you got me and Abe to keep you company here.”
“Mmm?” Abe broke from his reveries and he blinked his eyes a few times to moisten the contacts. “Yes, indeed. In fact if you’re interested I have been able to lay my hands on the Voynich manuscript. Thee original. The seal has already been broken but less then a handful of blessed people have been able to touch, let along decipher the words. “ Sapien blinked again and studied the hand he had raised and balled into a loose fist. Slowly he unfurled one finger at a time before flexing them to test the resistance. Though he could stay well over a 24 hour period out of water, it was still a place of safety that he could always return to.
"I understand. I meant nothing favorable by it. I think I'm just being cocky, wanting to see if I can take on 'The Big Bad.' You know, plain old arrogance."
“The princess!” The fishman turned the hand he was examining over and curled all but his index finger inward and pointed it at Frankie keeping his arm close to his body to prevent from stretching the delicate membrane that ran the length of his underarm. “To fight the prince,” He cocked his head and his words were easy and soft, far from scolding. “Would be the wounding of the princess.”
Liz finally broke the silence as she sat down on her bed weakly, her bright glow they first witnessed now gone almost, she looked tired and drained out of nowhere.
"Are you alright, Liz? You look a bit pale. I think you should sit down."
Abe immediately sunk to Liz’s side, dropping into a familiar crouch on his heels and a hand strayed up, hovering around the extremity of her body in a comfortable distance. He was able to detect friend’s vitals though a solid connection would confirm any suspicions. He set the photographs he was holding on the bed beside Liz and folded his lanky frame up. It was a bigger task then it seemed but he accomplished by sitting on one ankle and tucked his other knee up to rest folded arms atop it. Abraham then stretched out his hand towards the pyrokinetic. “Liz?”
"When I was pregnant with my daughter Stella, my husband had to basically tie me to a chair so I wouldn't over-exert myself, as it happens so easily. Henry...He was a doctor, so he was much more finicky than the average husband."
Blue eyes swiveled up, breaking contact with the smoldering gaze of his sister to meet the coppery bronze of Francesca. “Overexertion is all too common in the… uh common mother.” Though Liz and Frankie were not exactly the common mother one had in mind, they were equally if not more better. The tone of Guidicini’s voice could not be mistaken for anything but love and Liz, he grew up with her, she would be a fantastic mom. “In fact, several leading causes are known, dormant fibromyalgia can be agitated by the shifting of the body to counteract the extra weight. The human body goes through quite a shock to adjust to living for two, you produce more blood and the heart works double time to bring your baby, or in your case, babies the proper amount of oxygen and sustenance. A woman’s body also produces more progestoren, which can make you sleepy and overall an enormous demand on your circulatory system. An iron deficiency really only leads to more annoying bothers.” He paused and allowed the gills along his neck to catch up. “I suppose this is where you tell me to ‘shut it Abe’ and I sheepishly attempt to backtrack.” For all intents and purposes, Abraham did with a slight duck of his head and raised his shoulders slightly. “Perhaps, a nice glass of orange juice and some cookies would help raise blood sugar. When was the last time you’ve eaten, Liz?”
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Post by lizsherman on Sept 29, 2008 16:12:38 GMT -7
"I understand. I meant nothing favorable by it. I think I'm just being cocky, wanting to see if I can take on 'The Big Bad.' You know, plain old arrogance."
“The princess!” The fishman turned the hand he was examining over and curled all but his index finger inward and pointed it at Frankie keeping his arm close to his body to prevent from stretching the delicate membrane that ran the length of his underarm. “To fight the prince,” He cocked his head and his words were easy and soft, far from scolding. “Would be the wounding of the princess.”
Liz would make a small smile or even a cocky response to that if she were not feeling those pains in her stomach once again , feeling abit drained to say the least. She felt Frankie guide her over as she sat down on the bed. She rubbed her stomach lightly, feeling Abe beside her concerned >>“Liz?”<< hearing concern in her close friend's voice. She felt bad waving a hand lightly trying to wave it off as if it were no big deal. She didn't want to cause a scene.
>>"Are you alright, Liz? You look a bit pale. I think you should sit down. When I was pregnant with my daughter Stella, my husband had to basically tie me to a chair so I wouldn't over-exert myself, as it happens so easily. Henry...He was a doctor, so he was much more finicky than the average husband." <<
Liz managed looking over at her, she had no clue she had a daughter of her own. And her husband. She would have asked more about it but her womans intuition was telling her it was best not to really ask much more about this.
>>“Overexertion is all too common in the… uh common mother.” << Liz smiled weakly hearing Abe begin one of his diagnosis speeches he always did. But, it really just meant he cared and was trying to figure out how to help.
>>“In fact, several leading causes are known, dormant fibromyalgia can be agitated by the shifting of the body to counteract the extra weight. The human body goes through quite a shock to adjust to living for two, you produce more blood and the heart works double time to bring your baby, or in your case, babies the proper amount of oxygen and sustenance. A woman’s body also produces more progestoren, which can make you sleepy and overall an enormous demand on your circulatory system. An iron deficiency really only leads to more annoying bothers.” He paused and allowed the gills along his neck to catch up.<<
Liz blinked a few times, the whole room falling silent as she slowly tilted her head to him like a cat watching a fish in a bowl of water. She went to open her mouth raising up an index finger to speak "Hm.." there was no way she could say anything clever enough in regards to that very long speech on medical science . As she placed the index finger back down in defeat hearing Abe respond after a moment of silence between the trio.
>>“I suppose this is where you tell me to ‘shut it Abe’ and I sheepishly attempt to backtrack. Perhaps, a nice glass of orange juice and some cookies would help raise blood sugar. When was the last time you’ve eaten, Liz?” << She smiled sweetly at him "It's alright guys, really, I've already been to a doctor about these pains and he told me it was nothing" she trailed off, doubt in her voice. She paused "There just really bad, I've eaten..believe me" she felt like all she did now was eat and then get sick and bring it all back up. But again the doctor said it was normal.
Liz looked around quietly to him and Frankie "I haven't been sleeping as well as I used to though" she admitted, shrugging it off " Just bad dreams, probably not a big deal" she picked at the blanket on the bed abit with her fingers.
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Post by Frankie Guidicini on Sept 30, 2008 10:33:05 GMT -7
>>“Yes, indeed. In fact if you’re interested I have been able to lay my hands on the Voynich manuscript. Thee original. The seal has already been broken but less then a handful of blessed people have been able to touch, let along decipher the words. “<<
Smiling gently, Frankie turned to Abe. She was certainly happy to find such an articulate companion at the Bureau. He reminded her of a friend she had in the 1980s in Russia named Mikhail. The man was always trying to decipher or figure out something, or reading encyclopedias to gain as much knowledge as possible. Mikhail unfortunately died from a severe case of pneumonia just a few months before the Iron Curtain fell . Just another face and another name that passed through Frankie's life... "That is extraordinary, Abe. I'm sure one such as you, though could definitely decipher it. Not just for your gift, but since you're one of the single-most intelligent people I've ever met."
>>“The princess!” The fishman turned the hand he was examining over and curled all but his index finger inward and pointed it at Frankie keeping his arm close to his body to prevent from stretching the delicate membrane that ran the length of his underarm. “To fight the prince,” He cocked his head and his words were easy and soft, far from scolding. “Would be the wounding of the princess.”<<
Frankie jumped slightly at Abe's exclamation and her bones bristled underneath her skin, causing her to wince. She hadn't experienced a bone ejection from surprise in decades, but she had been at ease with Liz and Abe. "Oh." She said evenly. "I didn't know." What else to say? She certainly had seen that Abe and the princess cared for each other, but if Frankie ever encountered the prince and there was a fight for life...Well, that would probably never happen anyway. Besides, if that happened, shouldn't be be unselfish and let him win? She hated the thought of possibly causing pain to Abe...He did seem to quite like the princess.
Abe went off into a tangent about pregnancy, which caused both women to fall silent. Frankie gave Liz an amused look before saying, "Well, if and when ever you become a father, I'm sure you could protect your dearly beloved from such...overexertion. I think you could have made an excellent midwife in another life, Abe."
>>Liz looked around quietly to him and Frankie "I haven't been sleeping as well as I used to though" she admitted, shrugging it off " Just bad dreams, probably not a big deal" she picked at the blanket on the bed abit with her fingers.<<
"Pregnancy seems to mess with your psyche." Frankie said softly. "I'm sorry to say, but some dreams will terrify you." She remembered one dream she had when pregnant with Stella that involved the baby being born as Frankie had: Bones ejected. Frankie of course healed, but the baby turned the bones on Henry. Frankie woke up screaming, terrified, and drenched in sweat. For almost three months afterwards, Henry had to be holding her in order for her to fall asleep. Frankie's eyes misted and she put a hand over her heart in memory. She missed the man so badly... "I suggest drinking chamomile tea before you go to sleep at night, without milk or sugar. It will clam and soothe you."
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Post by Abe Sapien on Nov 11, 2008 19:50:32 GMT -7
Abraham titled his head and studied his friend’s face, one watery blue eye focused monetarily before dropping his head slightly and drew his hand back from hovering over Liz’s arm. He crossed his arms over a slender but gangly knee and the webbing between his fingers stretched as he spread his fingers over his elbows. “Perhaps the root of ginger in a pill form would help calm any queasiness from morning sickness.” He drew a hand away from his knee and touched Elizabeth’s nearby one before looking up at Frankie. A woman did always know better and Ms. Guidicini’s opinion would be valued. He had but only the knowledge of textbooks to guide him.
“Well,” the fishman stood in one quick fluid motion, unfolding his long limbs and straightening them out. He looked around the room and drew a hand to his mouth, rubbing the side of his index fingers under the thin lips. “Liz?” Abe looked down in the familiar dull look of his elongated face and allowed his body to do the talking. “Would you perhaps like to rest for awhile? I can send an agent up with a late dinner of your choosing if you so wish.” Abraham casually walked around the room, his hands miming the actions of his words in a sort of visual puppetry. “Or some fresh air. One tends to forget they live underground after doing so for so long.”
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