XMAS Mission (Dave, cryo, crem, nom)

[Cryo Through the Looking Glass]

ZENITH RAUNER ____ TAG Cryo Through the Looking Glass WORDS 491 NOTES

The small boy lifted his tiny golden brunette head, his eyes looking wondrously at the huge tree set in the corner of the room, its dark green pine needles contrasting against the shiny red tinsel wrapped round the tree. 'Mummy?' he tugged on the crimson skirt of his mother, who was talking to one of his friend's parents. She didn't respond, brushing him aside and continuing to chat. 'Mummy!' Zen's voice was a couple of decibels louder and his tone was one of frustration, as he pleaded to his parent. This time, she responded, sweetly replying. 'Yes, Zen?' The tiny child was nuzzled by his overgrown canine, the mini tiger pushing itself through the Rauner's legs and hoisting him onto its back. 'Why does Santa like the Chri.. chrima tree?' The sabretooth cat tugged the 5yr old round his mother, her height seemingly insurmountable to the boy. 'I don't know, Zen. Why don't you ask him yourself?' Her words took on an extremely literal meaning to the child, who's eyes lit up in excitement. 'Good idea!'

The boy trodded clumsily past the pair of engrossed adults, his undeveloped feet softly pattering like drops of rain onto the polished wooden floor. Amidst the crowd of mountainous giants that were adults, Zen and his cat wandered, past a big wardrobe that had various colourful ornaments sprayed round it. They eventually arrived at what was not their original plan for a destination, but good enough nonetheless. A small girl about Zen's age and dressed in an angelic garb of gold and white caught the tiny eye of Zenith Rauner. Perhaps she could help him catch Santa Claus! The boy moved forward in an awkward, clumsy approximation of running, his limber cat easily outspreding him and circling the girl.

ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY

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Dave hated this. He hated the fact that he wasn't at home, eating dinner. He hated the fact that there was so many people here and most of all, he despised the fact that because of this 'Santa Clause' had forced him to leave his home. The young 5 year old Dave clutched the trousers of his dad, pretty annoyed at the sudden sound. This constant laughter is almost too much as the child sees his own father happily making jokes with some.. random guy. "Daddy, whazzat?" Pointing to the drink that his dad is drinking as it interests him. The bottle looks shiny. Dave wants to hold it.

However, that request is simply denied as the two adults keep on laughing and talking and other adult things, completely ignoring Dave. "DADDY?" Another attempt to get his father's attention, going on his tip toes. Which is still not enough as this constant chatter keeps.. chattering! "Fine!" Dave then decides to let go of his dad's trousers, almost tripping in the process, as he starts stumbling somewhere else. Maybe he could find somebody else to take him home? He nods to himself. But suddenly, something grabs his attention. And by grab, I mean seize it. Putting one thumb in his mouth, the immature child gazes upon what he assumes to be a bean stalk, like Jack and the Beanstalk. Maybe if he climbed up it, he'll find a golden egg! He shall do exactly that! 

The infant immediately tries to start running over to the tree, but however trips and falls. He hurts his knee and soon starts crying. The pain is unbearable! It feels like getting your knees eaten by some giant jack-in-the-box! The thoughts running through Dave's head is astonishing but before he can continue, his sight suddenly gets blurry. All of a sudden, someone's carrying him! Before Dave can do anything about it, a familiar voice blesses his ears. "Where do you think you're going, little guy?" Facing towards his father, Dave gave a huff and turned the other way. While it does look like Dave is unaffected, really he feels like he was about to burst into tears again. That was so scary! I thought it was a giant, coming to get me! His attempts on saying those words were a failure, as it gets mixed in with his childish blubbering. Dave gets carried around by his dad and pretty much feels safe. Yet his dad does smell of something.

[cremuex]

Cremuex Levier could be found in the kitchen, listening in on the adults as they conversed over drinks. While she didn't understand a lot of what the adults were saying, or a majority of the jokes being told, she still enjoyed them. It was probably something to do with how cheery everyone seemed to be, and how open everyone's gestures were.

Tony, the tough looking fisherman and hobby barman had a red glow to his cheeks, nose and ears- possibly from laughing so much, possibly from the eggnog that he'd whipped up just for the occasion. Blue eyes stared up silently as the four adult males, her father included, ignored her in favour of the energetic story about how a man had entered a bar to shoot whoever had slept with his wife, only to be told he'd need a bigger gun and more bullets.

She didn't really understand it at all and a concerned look covered the soft face of the five year old. What's wrong with sleeping with other people? She pondered to herself, looking down into her cup of chilled orange juice with a furrowed brow. Nap time is one of the best parts of the day! Apart from the stuff before and after nap time, they're pretty great too.

It had been this way for what had seemed like hours of just sitting and listening to tales of yesteryear and her butt was starting to feel numb and tingly from sitting on the kitchen counter for so long, just dangling her legs over the side and swinging them gently back and forth rhythmically.

When she'd first arrived all the mothers would preen her and compliment her adoptive parents on what a cute girl they had, now it had gotten relatively quiet and she was starting to get a bit bored of not understanding the jokes. She finished off her drink and left the empty plastic cup on the counter where she was sitting and picked up the bowl of salted pretzels and sugar-glazed peanuts from the counter. She held the bowl tightly and gathered the courage she needed to edge herself close enough to the ground before committing herself to the tiny leap of faith that found her almost over balancing on her tiptoes as she landed. None of the adults seemed to notice her escapade as she looked back and forth with the treats still safely nestled in her arms.



For now, she was hungry for adventure, and prepared should she face the normal variant of hunger as well. The little pitter-patter of ballet slippers that carried her towards the Christmas tree was almost completely silent as she waddled. Her white and gold flowing dress made her look even cuter, and had gathered her the title of 'little angel' and 'sweet cherub' by the adults she'd endeared herself too.

Right now, she was either looking for someone to play with, like a game of hide and seek, an animal she could play with and pet, or someone her own age. Unfortunately, the only other children here her age seemed to be boys, and if the other children that she knew were to be believed they carried a malicious disease by the name of 'cooties', though she wasn't quite sure what the symptoms were, she imagined them to be horrible. The only information she could find was that you would clutch your chest, stick out your tongue and fall down, presumably, DEAD.

She had asked her mother, which gave her an overly long story that while you can get sick from boys, you can also get sick from anyone, even girls. The only thing she had to worry about with boys specifically was getting pregnant and having a baby, and she had no room in her tummy for a baby when there were so many candy canes and gingerbread houses to consume.


"Hewwo, do you wanna pway a game wif me?" She ventured, as she held out the bowl of festive sweets towards the young boy. Hopefully, the cooties plague was under quarantine and she wouldn't be falling deathly ill soon. Her tone was cheery and soft, not a hint of malice could be found from the suspiciously cute girl to hint that she thought they were in any way gross.

[Nomics]

This whole thing was weird. Never before had this young girl been around such jubilation. Sure, she was used to being around other kids and the exuberance and exploration that came with interacting with her peers. But this? This was different.

What most readily looked like a golden ball of cotton bobbed up and down as she made her way awkwardly through the packed get together. Christmas was in the air, it was on the walls, it floated in the drinks, and it took up the most room in the living room, a bright star placed on top of it, iluuminating the shindig. Her big, amber hued optics scanned the room for a familiar face, but she couldn't tell for sure as flesh covered ents marched throughout the cheerful home.

Even though there were some interesting looking kids there, she wasn't going to approach any of them, she was scared. Relenting, she sat down next to the daunting tree, losing herself in it's beauty.

However, her momentary peace came to an abrupt halt, in the best way it could to a five year old, it was sweets! Turning to face the awesome bowl of treats, a chocolate skinned hand dived into the pool of sugar and came out with delicious peanuts and covered pretzels, that lost themselves in her jaws. Excitedly, she answered her new best friend with a mouth full of joy.

"Shyyurre!! Whaddya wanna play?"

Looking at her friend, Aruba's eyes grew wide with wonder at the beautiful dress, it might as well have been made of gold when compared to the garb that she had on. "Wow! Your dress is like glitter! R'you a pwincess? Maybe we could play wif dollies and pwincess."