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Karla's trip to the preserve during class had left her even more weary than before. She'd done what any Queen in her position would do--she'd sat down and poured her power into the land, trying to coax the life back into it. But it didn't matter how much power she sank into it--there'd be a moment of change, a ripple of green, and then nothing.

The entire trip had been stressful and fruitless, which was a winning combination all the way around.

With Kayla finally napping in her playpen--Jono was a lifesaver--Karla decided that she could afford a nap herself and curled up on the couch she'd had handwavily brought in back when she was pregnant. Just a short nap, no more than twenty minutes. Then a late lunch and then she and Kayla would go home. Whatever else was going on with the island could be handled by other people. People who didn't have teething four month olds who could feel the damage done to the island, for example.

But first, a nap. Definitely a nap...

[For one please and then open! Drac's thread NFB, please!]

Date: 2015-03-20 01:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluhblahbluh.livejournal.com
The door to the office slowly opened. A bat fluttered in the doorway, once, twice, and then suddenly a silent puff of purple smoke surrounded it and the figure of a tall man in a black cloak rose up to fill the doorway, his dark eyes narrowed and directed firmly at the figure on the couch.

He glided silent the rest of the way into the office, paying no mind to anything except the sleeping blonde on the couch. As he got closer, his hand lifted involuntarily. What he needed... right there... so close...

He bent over her, his gaze now riveted to the long exposed neck. The clawed fingers of one hand lifted to her clavicle. He set a finger on her exposed flesh and with a gentle flick of his wrist and a little assistance of his magic, he made his cut.

The dark grey jewel fell from the now broken chain into Drac's hand. His eyes, still feverish, now glittered with a small amount of, well, hope, and satisfaction.

He settled a small cloud of magic over Karla as he backed away. If she woke and sat up into it, she would be a little pleasantly befuddled for a moment. Hopefully. He hadn't done that bit of magic in a while...

He turned and began to head for the door to leave.

Date: 2015-03-20 02:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluhblahbluh.livejournal.com
That noise stopped Drac in his tracks and he turned, his face clouding as he saw the playpen. He hadn't realized there was someone else in the room!

He looked back to the sleeping woman, then tucked the jewel into an inner pocket near his chest and moved cautiously but urgently towards the playpen.

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He leaned over the edge slowly at first and then a little faster as his face broke into a huge grin.
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"Shhh! Ahhhhhh! Peakaboo, little one!" he whispered, reaching his head close to the baby. SUCH A CUTE BABY GIRL!! "No waking mommie, now. Shhhh."

Edited Date: 2015-03-20 02:33 am (UTC)

Date: 2015-03-20 03:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluhblahbluh.livejournal.com
"Ah! Look at you." Drac recognized the presentation of toes! "You have tiny toeses! On no. Look at those tiny toeses!"

He stretched a hand and tickled one of those toeses. "Who's a good girl?"

Date: 2015-03-20 03:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluhblahbluh.livejournal.com
Yeeeah. He could speak many languages but not baby. Drac was getting only droolbubbles, flaily limbs, and gigglesmiles. Sorry baby cutie.

"What was that, little one?" Drac reached for her. "You want to be up...?" he paused. He had no idea what the baby's name was... ah no matter. "You are a bewitching one, aren't you? Yes you are! Come here, little Sylph, one moment with uncle and then back to sleep!"

Date: 2015-03-20 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluhblahbluh.livejournal.com
Oh it was very snatchable! And it made him shake his head gentley and make a funny BlllllPppppppt noise at her when she grabbed it!

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Date: 2015-03-20 03:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nuclear-snide.livejournal.com
What the -?

Bob had been in his office working on something new for Harry, but that scream startled him enough to ruin his work. After a wistful sigh, he ran through the walls toward the source of it.

He frowned as he looked around, seeing only a teacher and a - safe, thank goodness - baby. "Are you all right? What happened?"

Date: 2015-03-20 03:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nuclear-snide.livejournal.com
Bob blinked at the feel of her magic as it went through him.

"If you don't mind! I couldn't do anything to anybody's jewels if I wanted to. Now, would you like any help I can give, or would you rather overreact at me some more?"

Date: 2015-03-20 05:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nuclear-snide.livejournal.com
"I was in my office until I heard your scream," Bob answered apologetically. "Are you both all right otherwise?"

Date: 2015-03-20 10:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nuclear-snide.livejournal.com
"That's something, anyway." Bob thought quickly. "A reservoir for your craft - your magic?" he checked. "If it's yours, can you trace it?"

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Date: 2015-03-20 12:15 pm (UTC)
wwiii: (Wary)
From: [personal profile] wwiii
Sometimes, Warren liked to think that he had a sixth sense for things like 'When Karla was in danger.' He didn't, of course. But it was nice to think that. So, when he looked back on this particular phone call, he'd probably imagine that the sound of Karla's ringtone as she called him was a bit more urgent than usual.

Again, it wasn't. But Karla didn't often call him from the island, either, so he was already frowning in confusion by the time he answered the call.

"Yes, my love?"

Date: 2015-03-20 10:28 pm (UTC)
wwiii: (Comics - Done With This Shit)
From: [personal profile] wwiii
Warren blinked. Ah. That... That didn't sound great, right there. And then he replayed that whole statement through his mind a second time, and there was a low growl following that blink.

"Is Kayla safe?"

Sorry, Karla. The concern about your Jewel was going to have to wait a moment. Warren was already plotting murder.

Date: 2015-03-20 11:23 pm (UTC)
wwiii: (All Business)
From: [personal profile] wwiii
Warren took a few deep breaths to calm himself. Right. Okay. Good. Kayla was safe. He'd forgive Karla snarling back at him, all things considered. He couldn't not ask. Not since Karla had mentioned that Kayla had been in the room at the time.

Another deep breath.

"Where were you when this happened? Is there any indication at all as to who might have taken it?" A beat. "Are you okay?"

Date: 2015-03-21 12:40 am (UTC)
wwiii: (Deep Breath Here)
From: [personal profile] wwiii
"Sssh, ssh, deep breaths, my love," Warren murmured, dropping his voice to a low, soothing rumble. "We'll find it. I'll book a portal, I'll bring..."

He paused for a moment, picturing how long Fandom would last if Morton or Julian set foot on it knowing that somebody had slighted their Queen.

"... A Sceltie, one of the best trackers Khary can find, and we'll sniff it out and we'll find it. We'll make this alright."

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