A Distraction. [Closed - Invite]

[MavericksChild]

It was a moment to be commemorated for all time. The night that she, MavericksChild had outwitted Shikon. Glorious, glorious night. Bards would sing of this for centuries. Soon, mothers would whisper the story to their children at bedtime. Epic recounts of the tale would be written for all to read. Yes, she was proud of herself.

By a pure stroke of luck and a split second that Shikon had lost focus, Mav had tricked her into saying yes. And now, here they sat. Mav avoided Shikon’s gaze at all costs, for if she saw the look, she’d be forced to leave. But if she ignored the look and played “dumb” she didn’t have to do a damn thing.

Mav watched the 60 something woman lower her square spectacles and peer at Shikon. “ Mam, You have to actually speak if we’re going to accomplish anything tonight. I might add, that the time clock is running and I’d like to get back to bed.” The woman sounded a bit annoyed. And that might have had a bit to do with the fact that Shikon had been tight lipped since they arrived.

Mav tried to help the woman out a little, after all it was vital to Shikon’s emotional well being to have this session. Equally vital, was the laugh Mav was getting from it. “ Ask her about her childhood? Oh oh.. Ask her why she holds it all in, is she afraid that the other kids will point and laugh if she cries? Ask her, aaaaaaaaaaaaaask her” Mav hissed the words to the woman and she knew full well that Shikon could hear each and every syllable that she said. Frankly, that was the point.

Mav’s cell phone went off, ringing out ‘Take on me’. She loved the 80’s. Making a foul face at the woman, Mav got up quickly and slipped out of the dark wood door. As soon as the door clicked behind her, she flipped the small, flimsy phone open with her thumb.



“Would you come to my rescue if someone tried to kill me?” Came a females voice.

Mav smiled immediately. She knew this voice and it just happened to be one that always amused her. “ Depends.” She answered back. “ Would I get to watch and laugh for a bit? Maybe only save you at that last vital moment?”

“ Uh huhhh.. I'm not into pain. You'll have to save me BEFORE I was in pain” the woman spoke again.

“Who should I kill!?” Mav tried to sound menacing through the airwaves.

“ No one yet. Just making sure. Cause You never know”

“ Seriously?!” Mav was more than a little excited to think of this one in trouble. How absolutely delicious.

“Seriously, No. But maybe” There was a clear tone of humor in the voice and Mav imagined the woman grinning on the other end.

“Damn. Would you save me?” Mav asked in earnest. She willed the woman to say yes. YES YES YES!

“ Ha! Hmm... Probably try... “

“ But not very hard?” Mav tried to hold in the laugh.

“ Can I save you my way?” The woman chimed. “ Like... I don't do Knight in Shining Armor stuff. “

Mav went silent. She missed a whole chunk of what the woman had said, because she had begun to thumb through a copy of Scientific America. And then found a riveting article in Psychology Today.

“ Now what the hell? Here I am talking to you. Including you into my unlife and what the hell are you doing? IGNORING me! “ Mav could hear the small disgusted piff sound before the woman spoke again. “ Well, this is a fine kettle of fish.”

“I'm listening to YOU!!!” Mav howled into the phone.

“ No you’re not.” Came from the other end.

“ MY goodness you talk so MUCH! “ Mav still yelled into her small handset, oblivious of the secretary pressing the small security button under her desk.

“ If you were listening you'd be adding your 5cents every 3 seconds.. I know, cause I’m learning. “

“ You know nothingk!” Mav sang in a sweet voice.

“Yeah - I know lots. What have you been doing with yourself lately at any rate?” The voice seemed to have lost some of it’s “tone” from before.

“ I've been thinking about you and those pretty eyes. And how I'd like to suck them from your skull. You? “

“ Ummmm I've been shopping.”

“ Shopping……..” Mav tried her very best not to sound completely disinterested.

“ Yep.”

“Boring. “ She failed. “ Unless it was for something interesting. And you haven’t said what you were shopping for.. But that’s just fine. I don’t care.”

“ Define interesting? I would hazard that the answer to that would be no.. nothing interesting by non-boring standards.”

“ Flesh, curses, weapons, torture devices. “ Mav listed off a few of her favorite things.

“Yeah, none of that. I’m pretty vanilla.” admitted the voice.

“ I understand now why you have to be so witty. You are boring otherwise! You could learn a thing or two from me. I may not be nearly as eloquent as you, but I'm interesting for a complely different set of reasons.

“ Wump... Okay deal… I’m bored anyway. What are you talking about? “

“ You.” Mav replied simply.

“ Yeah but I’m curious. Whatever the hell that means… Lets do it. Plan a play date. But I need to be distracted.. So I have you. To distract me. “

“ OoooOOoo. Come hither. Come close to me.. Give in to me.” Mav tried to compel the woman on the other end. She wasn’t sure if it was working or not. “ I say there’s no time like the present. Locate me. Let’s play cat and mouse? Come and get me.”

Mav flipped the small purple phone closed and walked back to the Doctors office. She gently pushed the door open and peered in. “ So, have we reverted her back to past lives yet?!?” Mav grinned encouragingly.

[permission to add Shikon given by Shi’s player.]

[Shikon]

“Ma’am, You have to actually speak if we’re going to accomplish anything tonight. I might add, that the time clock is running and I’d like to get back to bed.” The woman sounded a bit annoyed.

“Ask her about her childhood? Oh oh.. Ask her why she holds it all in, is she afraid that the other kids will point and laugh if she cries? Ask her, aaaaaaaaaaaaaask her” Mav hissed.

The Psychologist looked over her glasses at Mav and then at Shikon. “Your… daughter” She paused, “seems quite insistent that there are issues that need to be discussed.” She tried once more to eek some sort of response out of the petite Asian.

Shikon looked at Mav who was now chatting happily on her cell. Mav would pay. How she would pay. She slid her eyes back to the human, “She is my husband’s child.”

The psychologist sat up a bit. Oh.. there was hope that something might be gleaned before the night was over. But even if not, the fee she was charging, they could both be comatose for all she cared. “Your husband’s child. Step children can be difficult. Do you have children of your own?”

“Indeed.” Shikon inclined her head and smiled a closed mouth self satisfied smile. “ I have sons.” There was obvious pride to her words.

The psychologist nodded, “How many?” It was more of an ice breaker question. The psychologist was already forming the conclusion that the wife put more stock in her own children than an adult step daughter.

“Six. The youngest only a few months now. Robert.” She pronounced it ro-bear. “I am most pleased with him. He learns quickly. Soon he will put that one in her place.” She glanced at Mav and then back at human.

The psychologist looked skeptical, “Six.. my you are prolific, aren’t you?” it was said more to herself than to Shikon.

Shikon’s eyes narrowed. “I am not.” Thoughts of ripping the old humans larynx out for her dared insolence came to mind. She looked at Mav once more who was flirting on the phone with someone “..“ OoooOOoo. Come hither. Come close to me.. Give in to me.” Shikon smiled as she over heard the snippet. Perhaps Mav had found a lover. This is good..

[~Silence]

Damari closed her phone slowly and wrinkled her nose wondering what the hell she’d got herself into. Fine, so she was a little bored and striking up a conversation with Mav seemed like a good place to alleviate the monotony of the city but Come get me? What the hell did the other female think Damari was going to do?

Play tag?

Okay, so maybe she’d asked for distraction, strictly speaking she did. So Mav, being Mav, as Damari was learning, was like a child with a new toy, all agog at it’s newness. Damari just hoped that the female wasn’t one to break her toys. Cause then Damari would have to clobber the silly wippet and that wouldn’t be any way to treat a new-ish friend.

Giving the phone a filthy look she tosses the thing on the coffee table and stretches her arms above her head and does a quick SS, lowering her arms and sitting up in her chaise as she pin pointed location, held it in her mind then stood. It wasn’t as if it was hard to locate the female. It’s what the voo doo hoo doo she’d guild trained for but what to do after she located her. Now there was the question.

But she’d brought this particular piece of joy on herself and hell or high water she’d see it through to whatever eventuality it became.

Funny that she was about to undertake tag with a Gyllie though. Tell her a few years ago that this would happen and she’d have sold her soul on the fact it’d have been a cold day on the bad side of hell before it have happened. My how unlife changes, not in leaps and bounds but in small minuscule increments that snuck up on you and slammed you upside the head when you least expected it.

The realization she was going to undertake Gyllie tag didn’t stop her though, in fact the irony was just enough to pique her never ending well of curiosity.

Stepping past Kemp she gave his bruises and cut lip a passing glance as she moved past him, slipping on her Yamamoto jacket, the uneven cut lines falling in a wash of lush fabric to her wrists. She was hardly dressed for inclement weather but it was hardly the case where the weather affected her biology much, it was all about comfort at that point anyway.

Slipping the scroll out, she read it and nipped to Mav’s location. If she was surprised at the fact the scroll planted her outside a shrink’s office she didn’t show it. Scanning the street she looked up at the building before walking inside.

Smiling benignly at the lady behind the desk she nodded politely, her voice crisp as she spoke.

“Hello, I’m here to see a patient I believe. Maverickschild Gyllenstierna. Can you please let her know I’m here.”

Putting a little charismatic mojo into the compulsion she smiled again, showing a few of her pearly whites and finished the request with a forceful. “NOW if you don’t mind.”

It wasn’t that she liked to throw her weight around but she really didn’t feel like waiting. She also didn’t feel like scaring the poor little human so she had to play all nice nice, but that didn’t mean she had to be gracious about it.

Sitting she picks up a magazine and flicks through it wondering why in hell she was here, why in hell Mav was here and why in hell she was looking at half naked pictures of a starred out Britney Spears coochie. Jesus, she’s sunk to all time lows.


Damari
Playing Tag?
Jesus, she needed an unlife

[MavericksChild]

The receptionist looked at the woman in puzzlement. “ I’m sorry Ma’am, we don’t have any permanent care patients here. This is only out patient. “ And even as the receptionist said these words, something tugged at the back of her mind. Gyllenstierna… That was such an odd name. Wasn’t there a couple in with the Dr at that very moment? She paused and then spoke to the woman again. “ One moment. I may be able to help you. “

With a rigid finger, she ran down the appointment schedule and stopped at the very last appointment. There is was. Gyllenstierna. It had been penciled in last moment, due to the patients daughter being demanding and frantic over the well being of her mother’s mental health. “ They are just in that room if you’d like to go knock Miss.”

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Mav grinned at her mother much like the Cheshire cat grinned at Alice. Her head even tilted a bit before she caught herself. “ WELL, this has been most clarifying. I think we should go, don’t you mother? You feel better now, don’t you mother?!?” Mav began to cough and then soon, hack. She knew that they needed to get moving before Damari could show up. She needed a plan and a way to execute it.

[Shikon]

“WELL, this has been most clarifying. I think we should go, don’t you mother? You feel better now, don’t you mother?!?”

Shikon glared a narrowed eyed look towards Mav. First the Beast drags her here, using her own words against her, and when Shikon was at the point she was about to strike, the Beast wants to leave. What was she up to?

Granted, it was in Shikon’s best interests to leave now, per Maverick’s wishes. But. She looked back at the psychologist. But, Mav clearly had the upper hand over her, and she was going to let it slide easily past? Fine. Shikon had unwisely made a rash statement to Mav, and it ended her up here. However, she had upheld her part of the bargain, if Mav wished to leave, so be it. Her word had been kept.

Shikon stood up. She inclined her head politely to the psychologist. “May I suggest you get your fee now.” She glances at Mav then back, “She is notorious for welching on bills. Good night.”

She moved to the door and opened it. She looked back at the Beast briefly, “I trust you realize that my word has been fulfilled.”

[~Silence]

Who has ever heard of a reception in a doctor's office allowing a visitor into the doctor's surgery in the middle of an appointment? Damari digested that thought and decided to show her ire to the lax staff member. It's not that she cared really, even with her vampire pushed demand of the human she had hoped that training would have at least made the lazy bitch behind the desk to get off her ass and FIND Mav. But no.

Leaning forward she whispers softly. "While I appreciate your assistance in this matter I think it more suited to your occupation and confidentiality of your clients to ASSIST and resist the urge to sit there on your ASS instead of getting up and attending as INSTRUCTED!"

The last bit was hissed through her teeth as her eyes flashed their annoyance. Of course the little human then proceeded to shit herself. Which made Damari rear back and away, muttering.

Since she knew where Mav was and since she had absolutely no urge to wait while the fecal smeared human rose from the sludge of waste she'd deposited in her pants she spun quickly and made to grab the door handle.

She lurched just a little as the door opened inward, catching her slightly off balance. Of course the female who had so graciously opened the door was not exactly the one Damari thought was going to be there.

Arching her eyebrow at Shikon's back she cleared her throat, assumed a relaxed stance and spoke.

"Well, well, well.... Call me oh so surprised. Now you are not who I thought would be on the other side of that door."

She couldn't keep the humour out of her voice and wasn't inclined to try. In fact the whole scenario smacked of mild insanity so their being where they were seemed a situational apropos that fit quite nicely in Damari's mind. Well, except for the human trying to slink away and hold her ass at the same time.

When Shikon turned, because there was no doubt in Damari's mind that should would, she would see Damari standing there with a sly smirk on her lips and eyes glinting a dark humour. One hand would be wrapped around the top of her Prada Clutch and the other set lightly on her hip. The Yamamoto jacket with it's uneven lines fell to points at the wrist and in haphazard fashion to sweet just a little past the waist in a vibrant shimmering gunmetal grey. Her eyebrow would be raised in question because that's where it seemed to sit, in an arch of inquiry. The skirt she wore teasing her calves and hinting at leg while urging the eye down to the beautifully styled Sacchi peekabo chunky heels.

All one, perfectly coiffed package. That was Damari. Everything with a place and everything in place.

[MavericksChild]

Mav groaned as heard the voice of Damari. So much for taking off before the witch could arrive. Mav peered over Shikon’s shoulder and waved obnoxiously to Damari. “Hey! We were hoping you’d get here!” Mav lied through her teeth.

Now she really was in a problem. ‘Hmm. I could make a run for it? I could… shove a Holy Water down her throat.. I could.. Shove Shi into her and Holy Water them both.’ Mav contemplated her options quietly with a serene smile on her face. The Doctor cleared her throat behind them, and Mav snapped out of her dreaming.

Well, there was a damn good chance that this evening was going to turn to crap for Mav. It always did when odds were stacked against her and right now, they were. Mav half turned to the Doctor, calling over her shoulder. “Bill me! My name is Heimdag, af Gyllenstienra. I know that sounds a little… masculine. But, can’t help what we’re given at birth yes?!”

The woman rose from her chair and Mav, instead of slaughtering her, simply pushed past Shikon.

~Ok, look. Damari wants to be diverted. We need something not only dangerous to her health, but entertaining to us. Any suggestions?~ Mav spoke telepathically to Shikon as she smiled at Damari. “So, here you are. Here for therapy? Mother was too. She has -issues-” Mav glanced back at Shi and then nodded to Damari.