Post by Fluffy Horror on Dec 31, 2016 4:40:27 GMT -5
(OOC: This is the thread for Taavi and Vanessa's attempt at the XMAS Mission!)
Many, many years ago, in a reality far different than ours, a reality perhaps a tad bit happier than ours, these events occurred in a little house in Illusia Kingdom...
Though outside the glass pane windows of the small townhouse, the worst blizzard the people of Illusia could ever recall seeing was raging, inside the well-lit house, a roaring fire crackled merrily in the hearth, the heat was turned on full blast, permeating the air, and the sound of clinking glasses and faint laughter could be heard from the living room downstairs.
The adults had retreated to the living room after dinner, the children temporarily banished to Vanessa's room upstairs so the adults could chat about adult things- and so that they could be given a break from a certain problematic puppy. Dinner had been a bit of a disaster. It wasn't all that surprising, dinner tended to be disastrous when you attempted to seat a puppy at the table. Vanessa had crawled on top of it, wantonly stealing from other's plates and promptly diving snout-first into the Christmas cake when her mother (who was still alive in this reality) had brought it out, shaking her head fiercely and splattering everyone at the table with bits of icing and chocolate fudge cake. To her credit, Vanessa's mother had baked a backup, and after everyone was cleaned up and she'd managed to convince Vanessa into temporarily assuming her hybrid form, the cake had been greatly enjoyed by all.
Such sugar was a special treat for the Papillon fruit eater (now back in the dog form), who wasn't permitted sweets often, as she tended towards hyperactivity. The reasons for her typical sugarless diet were very evident now, as the pup raced around her room at breakneck speed, yapping loudly, scattering toys everywhere, jumping on the furniture, knocking things over.
Her room looked like a cross between the room of a little girl and a playroom for a dog. The bed, covered with soft pink sheets, was covered in stuffed animals, each one looking the worse for wear, looking like Frankenstein animals covered in stitches from where they had been repeatedly ripped apart by clever little teeth. An array of colorful blocks littered the off-white carpet, each one looking as if it had been chewed on. Bones and rubber balls were stacked haphazardly in a corner, partially "buried" under a blue baby blanket covered in little ducks. A dirty, chewed up, headless doll (the head having been consumed immediately upon being given to her) lay forgotten by the dresser. The only things NOT the worse for wear in the room were piles and piles of books, each looking as new as the day they were bought, carefully cared for, lined up along shelves and stacked in corners. A stack of five books on Advanced Mathematical Theory were lined up on her bedside table underneath her lamp, the topmost with a little bookmark sticking out of it partway through. Though she played rough with her toys, it was clear to any who looked into the room that this little girl-dog treasured her books above all.
Downstairs, snippets of conversation could be heard, the voices carrying upstairs.
"So good of you to come..."
"We're so happy your little Taavi has become such fast friends with our Vanessa. She has had such a hard time making friends due to her... Condition..."
"Oh, it's an old family recipe, I'm glad you liked it so much, I'm happy to copy it down for you!"
"My, it certainly is storming outside! We wouldn't want you to freeze to death on your way home, you're certainly welcome to stay here overnight! We have a guest room..."
Vanessa was not paying attention to the voices downstairs, even though, if she bothered to pay attention, she could hear them perfectly. The Papillon pup bounded over to her buried pile of bones and balls, carefully selecting a spotted one that squeaked. Gleefully squeezing it in her maw to make the fun noise, over and over, she dashed over to her friend, headbutting him fiercely, before dropping the ball in his lap. "Throw it!" She demanded promptly in perfect English, picking it up again and dropping it into his lap once more as if to emphasize her point. She wanted to play!
Many, many years ago, in a reality far different than ours, a reality perhaps a tad bit happier than ours, these events occurred in a little house in Illusia Kingdom...
Though outside the glass pane windows of the small townhouse, the worst blizzard the people of Illusia could ever recall seeing was raging, inside the well-lit house, a roaring fire crackled merrily in the hearth, the heat was turned on full blast, permeating the air, and the sound of clinking glasses and faint laughter could be heard from the living room downstairs.
The adults had retreated to the living room after dinner, the children temporarily banished to Vanessa's room upstairs so the adults could chat about adult things- and so that they could be given a break from a certain problematic puppy. Dinner had been a bit of a disaster. It wasn't all that surprising, dinner tended to be disastrous when you attempted to seat a puppy at the table. Vanessa had crawled on top of it, wantonly stealing from other's plates and promptly diving snout-first into the Christmas cake when her mother (who was still alive in this reality) had brought it out, shaking her head fiercely and splattering everyone at the table with bits of icing and chocolate fudge cake. To her credit, Vanessa's mother had baked a backup, and after everyone was cleaned up and she'd managed to convince Vanessa into temporarily assuming her hybrid form, the cake had been greatly enjoyed by all.
Such sugar was a special treat for the Papillon fruit eater (now back in the dog form), who wasn't permitted sweets often, as she tended towards hyperactivity. The reasons for her typical sugarless diet were very evident now, as the pup raced around her room at breakneck speed, yapping loudly, scattering toys everywhere, jumping on the furniture, knocking things over.
Her room looked like a cross between the room of a little girl and a playroom for a dog. The bed, covered with soft pink sheets, was covered in stuffed animals, each one looking the worse for wear, looking like Frankenstein animals covered in stitches from where they had been repeatedly ripped apart by clever little teeth. An array of colorful blocks littered the off-white carpet, each one looking as if it had been chewed on. Bones and rubber balls were stacked haphazardly in a corner, partially "buried" under a blue baby blanket covered in little ducks. A dirty, chewed up, headless doll (the head having been consumed immediately upon being given to her) lay forgotten by the dresser. The only things NOT the worse for wear in the room were piles and piles of books, each looking as new as the day they were bought, carefully cared for, lined up along shelves and stacked in corners. A stack of five books on Advanced Mathematical Theory were lined up on her bedside table underneath her lamp, the topmost with a little bookmark sticking out of it partway through. Though she played rough with her toys, it was clear to any who looked into the room that this little girl-dog treasured her books above all.
Downstairs, snippets of conversation could be heard, the voices carrying upstairs.
"So good of you to come..."
"We're so happy your little Taavi has become such fast friends with our Vanessa. She has had such a hard time making friends due to her... Condition..."
"Oh, it's an old family recipe, I'm glad you liked it so much, I'm happy to copy it down for you!"
"My, it certainly is storming outside! We wouldn't want you to freeze to death on your way home, you're certainly welcome to stay here overnight! We have a guest room..."
Vanessa was not paying attention to the voices downstairs, even though, if she bothered to pay attention, she could hear them perfectly. The Papillon pup bounded over to her buried pile of bones and balls, carefully selecting a spotted one that squeaked. Gleefully squeezing it in her maw to make the fun noise, over and over, she dashed over to her friend, headbutting him fiercely, before dropping the ball in his lap. "Throw it!" She demanded promptly in perfect English, picking it up again and dropping it into his lap once more as if to emphasize her point. She wanted to play!