Some things never change(open)

[lizsherman]

Time:9:00pm
Date:August 8th
Place: Inside The B.P.R.D-After her flight from Europe.
Status:Open to everyone.

Liz sighed weakly feeling her forehead.Why is it that everytime she tried to get away from this place she would always end up returning one way or another she thought looking around the place walking down the hallway. Alot of new faces as well she watched some new members of the twisted little family walk by.

She knew she shouldn't run away again and again but she no matter how much she denied it, a tiny part of her just wanted to be a normal girl with a normal life and a normal job...and well...she also had a bad temper...she didnt think it was THAT bad but she thought rolling her eyes abit.

Plus she tried to get away for safety reasons and look what happened...went away to the countryside in Europe and you have all sorts of crazy otherwordly creatures after you another brush with death she could suppose...

She needed space and a break from all this and even from red...as much as she cared for him she just felt so uncertain about it all.

But here she was again...

[Abe Sapien]

((OOC: A JP with Frankie and Abe. We wanted to give it to you in one go instead of little posts ^_^))

Drawing his shoulders back, Abraham tilted his head and curled his arms up in an almost uncharacteristic shrug before politely folding his hands in front of him. “Yes, I believe Proto-Celtic was considered the common verse of the Celtic, a putative ancestor in a way.” Walking through the wide corridor, the tall lithe creature enjoyed the company of the smaller and less blue Frankie. He waved his hand as he spoke to accentuate the importance of it, losing himself in the knowledge of the books he read. Padding barefoot, he wore the simple diving shorts that clung to his frame, still dripping droplets of waters from a dunk in his tank. He enjoyed the occasional walk on solid ground, the sanctuary of his library had been infiltrated with several agents as they worked on an assignment leaving him to close his book stubbornly and seek a different source of entertainment. Which was how he came across Frankie, crossing paths at a cross section of the labyrinth of halls and was delighted that they were heading in the same general area.

“Have you been to Ireland Ms. Guidicini? Other then what assignment details.” He toward the woman, curling his frame as they walked past several agents, none paying them any attention. “Substantial Celtic literature is found in the Old Irish language and there is a rumor perhaps even in the most primitive Ogham alphabet that are the language of the faeries hidden amongst the last four hundred surviving stone monuments.” Abraham sighed, the sound actually coming more form his gills then mouth. The thin membranes twitched and contracted as they filtered through the solid air. “If only I could get my webbed hands on one of them.”

Frankie's arms hung limply at her side as the two walked. Her long black skirt swished on the floor as she and the Icthyo Sapien prowled the corridors. Frankie rather liked the fish-man. He was well read, was the only person she knew that was older than her and still breathing (in a sense), and had a kind of gentlemanly air about him. Frankie was sure that if Henry had met Abe, he would have liked him...After getting over the fact he was a fish man.

"Yes, but there's also conflict I have heard that the stones were created after the fall of Babylon and was created by a Scythian king. It seems to me that whatever secrets the stone held would be more biblical than fae... But as you said, if you could but touch it, all its mysteries would be solved." Frankie paused for a moment, tucking an unruly strand of hair behind her ear. She was so glad to find companionship with someone who could even comprehend the stone monuments and the possible meaning of the Ogham! "Who knows?" Frankie continued. "And maybe it's more leprechauns than faeries." She smiled softly at her attempt to joke.

The wide orb like eyes light up behind the thick contact lenses that protected them from drying out. “Ahhhh,” the airy sound escaped Abraham’s lips as he raised a single slender finger. “But of course! Oh, that does quite stir things up. With the reported faerie rings, several of them within a 100 yard vicinity of several stone tablets it makes plausible sense that they could very well be markers for treasure crocks that have been buried.” The humor had been lost on the fish man as he worked through endless possibilities.

“With so many that have been moved to museums, many leprechauns may have resorted to the use of rings.” Abe clapped his hands together, curling his fingers, the sound slightly muffled by the webbing. “Ms. Guidicini, you’re simply brilliant.”

At Abe's question about Ireland, Frankie bit her lips. "Henry and I honeymooned there. This was back when it was mostly a poor country, though. It was lovely...But I'm afraid we were concentrating on other recreational activities than faerie hunting or seeing things of a mystical source." Frankie smiled and twisted the wedding band on her left ring finger nervously.

Frankie almost snorted at Abe's declaration of her being a genius. His reaction was even better than the lame joke she had tried to make. Trying very hard to control her expression, Frankie looked down at the ground. "Yes...Well...I certainly still have a long way to go when compared with our resident Master of Knowledge, Mr. Sapien. But I suppose you have the years behind you, and that helps, doesn't it?" Frankie paused. "And how many times do I have to tell you to please, for the love of God, call me Frankie. I haven't been called Ms. Guidicini in decades."

Abraham nodded slowly, dipping his narrow chin down and slowly lowered his hands to float at his waist. Behind him he left little puddles of water that seeped from his clothing and what little water that clung to his skin made the blue tiger streaks across his shoulders and back glisten. Honeymoon. Marriage. His mind drifted to his brother Red and the woman he considered a beloved sister. Though he never said anything of Liz’s leavings, this was one that he sorely disputed as he was sure half the Bureau. He hadn’t spoken much with Red about Liz and what could he say? What true experience did he really have. He drew his gaze towards the faint movement of the band of gold on the woman’s finger.

“One does have to keep himself busy, I do so enjoy reading.” He smiled or at least attempted it, adding a slight incline of his head. “Then perhaps, you might call me Abe? Mr. Sapien’s my uncle. No wait, how did that joke go now…” Twisting his head, he brought a hand up to rub two fingers across his mouth thoughtfully and to test the dryness of his skin. Not too bad, he was perfectly hydrated and he wasn’t feeling winded. Ahead of them, they neared another crossroad of hallways that split off into varying directions.

“I suppose it-“ Abraham’s entire body shifted and his words died on his lips. There was no real word to describe it but an inferno of darkness he felt through the very soles of his feet. His hand moved out, straightening his elbow to pull the very essence of the fleeting emotion to him as he stared at the floor in front of him, willing him to believe. It was regret and disbelief, anxiety and uncertainty wrapped up in the cocoon and safety of fire that very nearly burned him. There was only one woman that could do that. “Lizzie,” he whispered.

"It's uh....That is, it would be, 'Mr. Sapien is my father,' Abe." One thing about the Bureau and it's fantastic agents was that one didn't get bored, especially with beings like Abe around who wasn't necessarily accustomed or entrenched in human customs or culture and could make fun little mistakes like that, and Frankie found it endearing. Of course, no one could ever know that. She had a reputation to uphold as being the Ice Queen.

At that moment, Abe's speech stopped and his body seemed to lurch. "Abe?" Frankie asked, her brow furrowing and her right hand instinctively reaching out to steady the blue man. She hoped it wasn't dehydration or some terrible sickness that had finally come over him, but then he uttered a word, a name.

"Lizzie."

He was staring at the ground, but Frankie looked up, before them to a lone figure standing. Frankie didn't know Elizabeth Sherman well, in fact, Frankie had only been back at the Bureau a week before the pyrokinetic left. And now she was back.

"Oh Lord..." Frankie said under her breath. She looked at Abe and then back at Liz. When Hellboy found out she was back...There would either be resentment or happiness. Better to find out sooner than later. Frankie took a few steps towards her. "Well...Good to see you back, Liz." She said haltingly by way of greeting. The women weren't close by any means, but Frankie had no malice towards her. Especially since Liz was pregnant, and Frankie remembered just how terrifying and awe-inspiring that could be.

He didn’t really leave the poor woman room for an answer as he pulled himself from ogling the cement floor and the numerous faint cracks that ran the length of it and closed the gap between them. She looked good for being away for so long and to him, Liz had a absolute glow about her. Abe closed his prying hand but wasn’t about to loose the chance to make sure her dear sister was in good health. With a sharp gleam in his eye, he casually walked up to her near enough to be suspicious and quickly wrapped long slender arms around her shoulders.

“Liz,” he sighed. “It’s so good to see you.” He broke the light hug just as quickly, the resounding beat of two hearts strong in his mind and he attempted to look sheepish at his not so sly ruse of taking a peek. It was absolute joy to see her return, he would think of the length of her time later for now, it was just good to have the little family back under one roof.

[lizsherman]

(Thank ya ^_^ It is well written btw )

Liz drew a smile from her emotionless face seeing Abe right away Frankie by his side she smirked abit more...interesting. She always hoped Abe would find a special someone to be with him, underneath all that blue skin was really a sweet soul. She didn't know Frankie too well or her past but, she respected her and knew there was more to her then what appeared.

"Abe!" she replied happily giving him a small hug "Don't worry I'm well, I know your going to worry anyway though" she added standing beside him now. She seemed to have a glow, her once very short hair abit longer now tied up behind her "There are so many new faces here, looks like the bureau managed to recruit more poor souls" she added sarcastically watching Abe stare off blankly at her, both of them very well knowing what some of the awkward tension was in the room. Hellboy...she knew she wanted to ask how he was but, decided it was best she just skipped the topic completely.

She did miss Abe since her move to Europe...which at first seemed like heaven turned into hell very very quickly. She snapped out of her train of thought smiling to Abe who she could tell still was worrying and fretting over her health as well as her unborn kids "...Europe was dull" she began a fake smile crept across her face "The little woodland creatures didn't sing and dance like they do in Disney movies. So that was disappointing." she joked trying to hide the true nature of her return. But knowing Abe he was clever enough to see right through that. She knew eventually he would pull the truth from her as always, she just didn't want to get into the nasty details of her great “amazing” adventure in Europe.

“Your looking well” she replied looking him over, she was always worried about her friends while she was away. Liz picked up her backpack from her feet, the bureau said they managed to make a little room of her own, since well...her previous “roommate” was out of the question.

“You can fill me in on what I've missed at the bureau and help me carry some of my things to my room” she added dropping a bag in his arms smiling cheerfully at him, a sadness lingered inside her she couldn't hide.

[Abe Sapien]

Abraham was thrilled but without the typical facial features to express himself he relied heavily on his body language. He leaned slowly, settling his weight on his right leg before drifting to his left settling his hands mid chest in a comfortable position where the delicate webbing under his arms didn’t stretch too much. Don’t worry, I’m well? Like that ever worked. He was staring in a not so subtle way, his head tucked down in doing so as he was indeed a good head taller then the women, at her face. He was looking for any telltale signs of her health, dark circles under her eyes, pale skin, red eyes but surprisingly she looked good.

"There are so many new faces here, looks like the bureau managed to recruit more poor souls"

The large blue eyes blinked. “Much like a supernatural vortex, only we don’t always devour the souls we get. At least not all the new ones.” The light voice remained deadpan as the conversation steered from the very obvious and red situation. He let his gaze drift momentarily down to her stomach, at a month it wasn’t really noticeable, not when the baby was still roughly the size of a lima bean. Even with two and the estimated gestational period of two different species, it was enough to make his head spin. The topic of pregnancy was not his expertise but he had indeed poured over many books thereon afterwards.

“...Europe was dull”… “You’re looking well”

He didn’t have to be a psychic to see through that lie. “They have a habit of becoming possessed though and talking in riddles,” he added as an afterthought. “Perhaps that’s where the Disney cooperation got their influence.” He touched his mouth thoughtfully, folding his other arm loosely around his waist and scratched lightly. Abe cocked his head and looked down at himself to see any differences Liz would have noticed. “I have been working out.” He raised the hand from his mouth and made a vague fist and an even vaguer pose of strength that he could muster with his slender frame.

The fishman fumbled the bag momentarily, adjusting his hold so that it was evenly distributed along his forearms. The sharp pointed claws of his hands wrapped around the front, spreading the thin membrane slightly and mentally he took a peek at the previous memories attached to the assortment of whatever was inside. He caught a whiff of fresh air, the taste of smoke, the feel of gently being run through the rinse cycle. Abraham curled his mouth and looked down at the bag. Laundry. “Not much, the usual saving the unsuspecting souls of the world from horrible deaths, the cafeteria added Macaroni and hotdog Mondays, that’s been doing very well.”

[lizsherman]

Liz frowned watching him look her over, not being very subtle about it. But he never was too subtle with his movements and motions. Its not like he could be. She let out a weak smile again, hopefully he didn't see the sad emotional state she was currently hiding but, Abe probably did.

“Much like a supernatural vortex, only we don’t always devour the souls we get. At least not all the new ones.”

She let out a snarky little grin she always usually did when she smiled. Which was rare.
"Ah, saving some of the souls for when the supply gets cut short, very eco-friendly" she replied cynically. Still the same old negative Liz, only seemed like a small part of her she was hiding but, it was a hard to place his finger on. A large part of her seemed to be glowing, shining bright like a flame but, there was a darkness to her, it lingered over her like a raincloud.

“I have been working out.” she looked him over and smiled "Aha. Thats what I noticed. Trying to impress anyone ?" she winked as she picked up a bag and carried it down the hallway, walking by some new faces time and time again.

“Not much, the usual saving the unsuspecting souls of the world from horrible deaths, the cafeteria added Macaroni and hotdog Mondays, that’s been doing very well.”

Liz looked over at him unamused "So, basically save the world and get fed Macaroni and hotdogs?" she raised an eyebrow "Pfft..." she never had much good to say about anything really though. Walking her way to a door, this was it she thought as she opened the door and peered into what would be her room. And for once she wasn't complaining. It wasn't bad at all "Wow...I was scared it would be a hole in the floor" she replied walking inside, putting down her bags. She looked at the bed, it was huge, the room decorated with shades of blue and gold. She smiled turning to Abe looking at all the boxes of her things they managed to ship over before her arrival "Well, we better start unpacking" she replied as if he had no say in this.

[Frankie Guidicini]

Frankie stood back and let the two reunite. She and Liz weren't especially close, so she didn't want to intrude. Abe's banter and Liz's reply though...Made a smile creep on her face, and she had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing when Abe mentioned the Macaroni and hot dog Mondays.

>>"So, basically save the world and get fed Macaroni and hotdogs?"<<

Frankie decided to speak. She shrugged and said, "Sometimes the resulting gas could lead to another global problem. But the med-bay deals with it." She then fell silent as Liz led them to her room. Frankie followed at the tail end, still feeling like she shouldn't intrude. She was reminiscing of when she was pregnant with Stella when Liz spoke of unpacking. She didn't have anything else to do.

Frankie went to one of the boxes, ejected one the bone in the back of her right hand, and sliced the tape on the box before retracting it. "I could be your glorified box-cutter." She said rather monotone.

[lizsherman]

>>"Sometimes the resulting gas could lead to another global problem. But the med-bay deals with it."<< Liz looked over at her grinning from ear to ear at this comment. She did enjoy the company of anyone who enjoyed the art of snarky comments.

Liz placed down a box seeing Frankie look over to her ejecting some bone from her right hand. She nodded in approval. Good talent to have at this time. >>"I could be your glorified box-cutter."<< Frankie replied blankly. Liz smiled at her "Great, because I am in need of one" she replied unpacking a box near her of photos she took in Europe. Looking at a few of them blankly. Good memories that soon turned bad pretty damn fast she thought placing them down. A weariness spread over her face when she her guard was down and not putting on a "I'm okay act".

[Abe Sapien]

He took note less then happy aura that seemed to permeate the psychic air, it was often like a little black rain cloud that followed Liz everyone. It was not new, it seemed to be attached to her the day she came to the Bureau as a child, an offshoot of her emotions and feelings. It wasn’t an actual rain cloud but it was the image Abe put to it. “We do the very best we can. Director Manning has made some good ample changes, for the better.”

"Aha. That’s what I noticed. Trying to impress anyone ?"

“What? No.” He gave a shrug of his shoulders, his talkative hands occupied with the bag in arm. “I’m not trying to impress the princess.” Abe’s gaze drifted slightly before snapping back to Liz as he realized what he said. “Anyone! I mean… not anyone.” He attempted to cover his stutter with little success and latched onto Liz’s pessimistic retort. “I hear the hot dogs are kosher.” Abraham twisted a little to look at Frankie’s addition as they entered the pyrokenetic’s new room. He ducked his head slightly to make sure he came through unscratched and set the bag on the bed, turning on his heels and tucked his hands behind his back. With an approving hum that could be mistaken by the flutter of his gills he accepted the colors of the room. Someone was expecting Lizzie back and he had not been informed, purposefully he observed. Puttering around he casually traced a hand across the closest wall and hitched a shoulder at the lingering memories.

Turning back to a single box Abe raised his hands and stared at the claws that extended from his fingertips and took to momentarily scratching along the taped edge, ripping it slightly but getting nowhere. “Miss. Glorified Box Cutter, if I may ask your assistance?” He wiped his hand on the back of his leg to dry it a litte. “I can’t do a thing with my nails when they’re wet.” Abraham took a step back to pick up the bag he had set down and was about to zip it open before he remembered what was inside. He pushed it away and decided clothes were a little personal. The fishman gave up to look over his friend’s shoulder and caught sight of a few pictures. “May I, Liz?” He raised his hand slightly towards one.

[lizsherman]

>> “We do the very best we can. Director Manning has made some good ample changes, for the better.”<< She frowned by doing what exactly? putting everyones asses on the line while he sits back and complains about everything and anything under the sun.

>>“I’m not trying to impress the princess.” << She grinned looking over at him "AHA" she managed back after hearing him blabber on nervously after what he just said. She smiled, she was so happy to see a possibility of a romance with him and the princess. She knew she saw a spark between them and would actually be a bubbly girly girl if they got together. Though the giggles and squealing would be brief. The point was she would be beyond happy for the kindhearted Abe. She turned to Abe hearing a hum of sort that sounded like approval "Nice isn't it? I'm shocked." she replied admiring the room of dark rich blues, giving it a dreamy look to it "Must really want to keep me..." she added opening up a box of old books.

Liz walked away from the box of photos, seeing Abe catching sight of them, raising a hand towards one.

>>“May I, Liz?” << He asked watching her. Liz smiled "Of course, there nothing special. Just photos I took around where I was staying. The landscape was beautiful. " she replied thinking about it , the green hills and forests. Blue skies, foggy mist on downcast days. It was so serene. Too good to last. A few photos were the average photos anyone on vacation would take. The strange woods near her house, the rolling hills, the small town nearby her cottage. But a few of them got ..alittle odd..maybe she had not see these ones...of darkness. Looked like...a bedroom?, was it Liz's bedroom?

But then the pictures became even more odder, seeing orbs and speckles of them here and there on the photo. And there was no way Liz took the next set of pictures because it was of her sleeping in her bed, the orbs attracted to around her stomach.

Liz fluffed up her pillows as she began to put up a picture on the wall, A painting by the famous Edgar Degas, Blue Dancers . She walked over to some boxes looking in them "Good, my luck must be turning because nothing seems to have been broken during the move" She smiled over to Frankie and then Abe. She was glad to have them here to help her. She had so much stuff for one thing and for another she missed Abe and enjoyed the company of Frankie although, she did not know her well. She placed a hand on her stomach, she did that so much since she became pregnant it just became a habit to her.

[Abe Sapien]

"Must really want to keep me..." … "Of course, there nothing special. Just photos I took around where I was staying. The landscape was beautiful. "

“Always Liz.” Abe looked up from an open box, his hand hovering over the edge slowly tracing the edge without touching it. He peered inside momentarily then back at the dark haired beauty. “You’re family.” He lofted an eye ridge and raised a hand, pointing one slender finger to lend to his statement before taking one of the photographs she passed to him. He held it carefully even though he couldn’t actually leave fingerprint smudges. There was an upside to being a fish man.

“Every photo is a memory unto itself.” He looked over the brilliant grassy knolls, narrowing his gaze slowly as he attempted to read it. Pictures were not as easy as it seemed, they seemed to carry the brief memories of the person that took them rather then what was actually in front of the lens. Walking across the span of the room Abraham set it down and picked up another, this one of a small village, the smudge of fog blurring it slightly. Odd, he thought as he pushed aside a few of the stack aside to the first orb. He was not entirely surprised, Europe had its share of the supernatural but as he casually pawed through the rest he stopped on one and leaned forward before picking it up.

“Ms. Guidicini,” Abraham murmured, holding a single picture at the corner pinched tightly between thumb and forefinger. “Frankie, take a look at this one. The uh, architect of the village is superb, don’t you think? 16th centaury Renaissance influence, you don’t see that today.” He shifted the photograph slightly so that it faced away from Liz and revealed his sleeping friend and the distinct orbs of light that gathered around her.

He handed the picture to Frankie and maneuvered around a couple of boxes to the picture Elizabeth had just put up and straightened it with a nudge of his thumb and came up beside her and stared into the box she was pulling books from. “Liz, may I have a couple of your photographs? I’ve been told my tank could use some spicing up though I really don’t see the purpose. But if I were to tape anything to the outside of my window, I’d like it be scenery.”

[lizsherman]

>>“You’re family.”<< Abe was heard as Liz crept a sweet but sad smile. She really didn't bring up her family situation much, or her past. She didn't really want to and plus lately, she didn't have her powers under control as much as she could before she went off to Europe. Almost being as bad as she was years beforehand. She kept that a secret and hoped there would be no unexpected accidents anymore. No burned up or charred rooms. No accidental mishaps...no innocent lives being lost because of her. She felt like a burden at times. As she went through a box of Cd's and old rolls of film from her camera. She really needed to upgrade to a digital one...she thought frowning abit as she placed some clothes into a drawer, Abe still looking through her photographs.

>>“Every photo is a memory unto itself.” <<

She prayed that Abe wouldn't catch onto some of those memories in merry old Europe although, she knew better then to doubt his abilities. He probably already sensed some of them. She folded up a black sweatshirt of hers, the room beginning to feel more at home then before. Things began to go in place, one after the other. This was pure bliss itself. A room of her own. She pulled out an old jewelery box she had since well, for quite a time now.

>>“Ms. Guidicini,” Abraham murmured, holding a single picture at the corner pinched tightly between thumb and forefinger. “Frankie, take a look at this one. The uh, architect of the village is superb, don’t you think? 16th centaury Renaissance influence, you don’t see that today.”<<

She smiled hearing him go through the photos, she knew he would enjoy looking at them. He seemed to have such great knowledge when it came to well..anything, it was a shame he couldn't go over to Europe himself and see the sights. Or better yet she wished he was there while she was because, he could tell her probably so man interesting things about the things she saw there that she didn't read up on or hear an interesting fact from someone who had lived in the small town near her for years. She used to talk to an elderly woman in town who reminded her of a babysitter she once had years ago. She told her alot of the folklore of the town she was staying at. They seemed very similar to Grimm's Fairy tales and other classics like Baba Yaga and The little mermaid. But she secretly found those tales interesting and some of them did give her the creeps at night when she tried to sleep.

>>“Liz, may I have a couple of your photographs? I’ve been told my tank could use some spicing up though I really don’t see the purpose. But if I were to tape anything to the outside of my window, I’d like it be scenery.” <<

She looked over at him after putting up a wall calender she had just nailed up. "Sure" she replied abit surprised "Take as many as you want , I knew you would have wanted to see them" she added thoughtfully "And plus , I'm sure it would be nice to look at different scenery other then water" she added. She wondered if he ever got sick of being in that tank of his but, he didn't seem to be.

"Well what do you think? does it come off Liz chic yet ?" she replied in a monotoned voice looking around the room that now seemed abit more like Liz and to her style.

[Frankie Guidicini]

Frankie looked down at the contents of the box she had just opened as Abe tried to deny trying to impress Princess Nuala, and Liz made an exclamation as if she had discovered something. She couldn't help but grin widely at the two. Abe and Nuala's love or affection was just beginning to grow, and though Hellboy and Liz were separate, two forms of there love would enter the world within a year. It was almost like the three completed a full circle: The beginning of love, the fruition of love, and with Frankie, the end of love. Frankie exhaled as Abe spoke.

>>“Miss. Glorified Box Cutter, if I may ask your assistance?” He wiped his hand on the back of his leg to dry it a little. “I can’t do a thing with my nails when they’re wet.”<<

"Of course, Abe. She walked to the box and sliced the middle and sides in one swift move. "Maybe you should try some...lacquer or something on them. To keep the water out. Or some clear nail polish. I've heard it can do wonders." She was being silly, of course. Trying to keep the atmosphere in the room light instead of dismal.

Liz and Abe began looking at photos and Frankie looked over her shoulder. There were times when she missed Europe, especially Britain, and it did her soul good to see familiar land and architecture.

>>“Ms. Guidicini,” Abraham murmured, holding a single picture at the corner pinched tightly between thumb and forefinger. “Frankie, take a look at this one. The uh, architect of the village is superb, don’t you think? 16th century Renaissance influence, you don’t see that today.”<<

"They don't. They can build as many ugly sports stadiums and event centers as they like, but nothing can compare to good old European architecture." Frankie responded, looking at the picture. "You must have had a delightful time over there. I trust it was...soothing for you and the babies? What with that nasty affair of the crown piece and all. I wish I could have been here when it happened." But no, she had arrived a week later. Of course.

>>"Well what do you think? does it come off Liz chic yet ?" she replied in a monotoned voice looking around the room that now seemed abit more like Liz and to her style.<<

"I certainly can't be of any use here. Especially since I haven't been here to witness Liz chic. Abraham will be better at judging than I am."

[lizsherman]

>>"They don't. They can build as many ugly sports stadiums and event centers as they like, but nothing can compare to good old European architecture." Frankie responded, looking at the picture. "You must have had a delightful time over there. I trust it was...soothing for you and the babies? What with that nasty affair of the crown piece and all. I wish I could have been here when it happened." <<


Liz looked over at her, giving a weak smile and a small nod. "Well, it was pretty calming.." she lied giving a weak sigh "But it couldn't last forever, nothing ever really does..." she trailed off for a moment in her own thoughts before snapping out of it and looking over "I don't know if you would have enjoyed the way things were with the whole crown piece fiasco" she frowned, she was sick to death of that damn situation. The only good that came of it really was Nuala. She didn't talk to Nuala much but she definitely seemed like Abe's type of gal.

>>"I certainly can't be of any use here. Especially since I haven't been here to witness Liz chic. Abraham will be better at judging than I am."<<

Liz looked over at her "Oh, I'm not all that fancy, Abe can tell you that" she smiled looking over at Abe after she said that. She never thought of herself being all that pretty or fashionable. Even when she was younger, she always came off kind of awkward and not too confident. But she was alot more then she thought she was that was for sure.

"Do you miss Europe Frankie?" Liz finally asked. She could sort of sense out the feeling of being homesick on her. She honestly wanted to get to know Frankie better. She felt like they could have maybe a few things in common. Liz placed some books on the bookshelf near her, nothing too deep in her collection, quite a few on history of old civilizations though. The Egyptians were one of her favorites to read about, people definitely ahead of there time, she always thought. There were some others, some books that didn't seem to have particular happy endings in them. Definitely part of the cynical view on life Liz had shining through.

[Frankie Guidicini]

>>"I don't know if you would have enjoyed the way things were with the whole crown piece fiasco."<<

"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."

>>"Oh, I'm not all that fancy, Abe can tell you that."<<

"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." Dear Lord, did she just say that? Wow, Frankie was being way too chipper for her own good.

>>"Do you miss Europe Frankie?"<<

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.

[Abe Sapien]

” Maybe you should try some...lacquer or something on them. To keep the water out. Or some clear nail polish.”

Abraham lifted his head and stared indignantly at the comment, adding his hands to his waist to emphasize the importance of his stance. A single eye winked before he folded his arms loosely touching his mouth momentarily in a thoughtful gesture. “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.”

At her comments of the picture he held, he made sure she saw the orbs around his good friend before nodding solemnly. “Truly a lost gift given way to the fast paced world.”

"Take as many as you want, I knew you would have wanted to see them"

He tipped his head and bent a knee before spiriting away to the rest of the pictures, shifting slightly to bend over them. Like a mosaic art piece he spread them slightly catching snippets of color, shapes and memories. Liz was being her usual self of deterring her true emotions, it had become a dodging kind of dance, elegant and awkward in the same. He picked up a single photograph is the cottage she had been staying in, this one void of orbs and held it up. “I rather like this one.” He shuffled it atop the couple of pictures that had the sleeping form of her and the orbs and casually looked around for a place to put them for safe keeping. It was important he talk to someone about it, without adding more to Liz’s troubles.

"Well what do you think? does it come off Liz chic yet ?"
“…Abraham will be better at judging than I am."
"Oh, I'm not all that fancy, Abe can tell you that"
"Then I suppose yes, it is Liz chic."

Straightening, Abe turned back to the two woman with the photos carefully placed behind his back as he folded a hand across a wrist and studied the room with a scrutinizing eye. “I agree, most homey.”

The tales Abe has told me about the prince Nuada are very...intriguing, especially the way he did battle."

Abraham shifted his feet, wiggling his toes against the carpeted floor. It was a terse matter to speak about, with everyone. As the woman chatted about Europe, his mind wandered to Nuala. Any private time he had managed with the princess had been always interrupted by one thing or another, frustrating him and only depending the desire to know the elven maiden behind the royalty. Detached from the conversation, he appeared to be staring at the wall in front of him, his vision between the women as they worked around him unpacking the last of the boxes.