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Everywhere to me
Nieni: OKAY! I just remembered this story, so I'm updating. -yaaaaawn- Just got up, but I might be able to type up somethin' decent.
Nite: -drooling as he sleeps on the floor next to the computer chair-
Nieni: Hmmmm... Well, since Nite and his pervy ideas are resting, I can actually write something that's- EEP!
Nite: -suddenly leaps up and throws a bag over Nieni's head-
Nieni: -is rolled out of the chair-
Nite: -sits- BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!! -snort- VICTORY ISH MINE!
Nieni: MMF-UMM!
Nite: Yesh. Yesh, I am. -cackles-
oh, p.s. no spellchecker, so excuse mistakes.
Will Sonnet go to heights to escape? Well, being an ex-chaos spirit, he just might....
He remains obediently laying in his bundle of blanket, pondering over where he went wrong and kicking himself mentally for acting irrational. For about fifty seconds, just long enough for Sieth to disappear from the room and the sound of running water to reach his ears. Clutching the blanket tighter around himself, Sonnet rises to his feet, albeit unsteadily. Glancing around suspiciously out of habit, he wobbles over to the phone by the computer and dials three key numbers.
--
The first clue Sieth has that something has gone horribly wrong is the not-so-distant sound of his front door being busted open... and, a split second later, the bathroom door.
"FREEZE! STEP OUT OF THE SHOWER WITH YOUR HANDS UP!"
In the back of his head, the annoyed thought of, 'That makes absolutely no sense,' pecks at him, but he slowly raises his hands and steps from the tub anyways, crimson-colored face clashing horribly with his hair. "Is... there a problem... officers?" He asks awkwardly, completely baffled and humiliated.
Five officers in full gear shift uncomfortably and avert their eyes, one coughing. "We received a call-"
"SIR! The rest of the house is empty, SIR!"
Cough.
"Ah, well, we still need to take him down to the station for questioning."
"Goddamn pranking kids!"
"Give the man a friggin' towel, SIR!"
--
Five hours later, Sieth storms back into his home- ignoring the two men the police sent to replace his doors. Holding back an enraged snarl, he slams his bedroom door shut, kicking it after it closes. "GODDAMNED FUCKING #$&&$#$55&()((&&&! I'LL KILL THAT LITTLE BASTARD!"
On the other side of the house, the workers double their efforts on the door, wanting to leave as soon as possible.
The officers had driven him down to the police station, rather sheepishly, and taken him into a questioning room. They explained with nerve-grating slowness that they had recieved a call from his house from someone claiming they were being held hostage in his house.... and that there was a bomb. After being frustratingly asked the same exact questions over and over again for two hours, they locked him up for another three hours until they could figure out if there's even anyone alive in Virginia by the name of Mervin Colby Snerv (the claimed name of the caller)... There ISN'T.
To say Sieth is upset is such an understatement it's insulting. FIVE HOURS in a police station wearing a TOWEL. There will be hell to pay and he knows the face of just the person who's going to pay it. Sieth exits his room after the workers take their leave. Walking into his living room, he roars into the ceiling.
"I KNOW YOU'RE STILL HERE! Get your scrawny ass out of whatever hiding spot you found and COME HERE!"
--
Sonnet watches shakily as the man rages, hour after hour, until almost every piece of the house that isn't nailed toegther is either torn apart or tossed askew. As if a young man could sew himself into a couch cushion, that was uncalled for. Only when Sieth finally collapses on top of a matress, that somehow ended up in the kitchen, does Sonnet move from his place on top of the refrigerator. He will have to make himself scarce until the man begins to calm down and lets go of his thoughts of Sonnet. Only then will the muse be able to become invisible again.
-
After making his distraction, Sonnet had immediately ran back out into the rain, going in the exact same direction as before and ending up in the same clump of trees. Once there, he kneeled and waited for scarcely a minute before a portal opened underneath him, transporting him back to MuseHeadquarters.
Muses do not come from the spirit world, despite what some believe. They dwell in a world that links dimensions, a convenience they use frequently to travel to other worlds so they can be helpful.... not to mention, it makes their lives much easier when it comes to tracking down dimension hoppers and rogue goblins.
MuseHeadquarters is a large dome building, placed over a large portion of the portals, excluding the small amount of scattered ones that are watched closely by scouts. Those wishing to be active as a muse partner are trained here and eventually matched with a compatible human or miscellaneous being to inspire or assist through trials.
Upon arriving, Sonnet found himself in a rather small, circular white room with one door. He ran out into a hall and kept going until he made it to a looming metalic door. He knocked hesitantly.
"Come in."
Sonnet walked up to the desk where a thin, stern-looking man sat, surrounded by stacks of papers, trailing water on the polished floor. "M-master Dhone," He bowed, "I.... I've had an accident, sir."
"I know." Dhone drawled, his voice annoyed, but soothing like a disobeyed father. "What do you plan to do about it?"
"I don't- I don't know, sir.... I just, I thought you could...." Sonnet fidgeted with the hem of his transparent shirt.
"You thought you could come back and expect me to fix everything? I admit I could...." Dhone scrutinized Sonnet closely, "But what would you learn if I did?"
"But, sir-"
"No, my dear, you must do this on your own. I took you in, gave you a chance to redeem yourself... this is your task, not mine."
"Master, he can s-see me! I can't.... He's so angry...."
"One reason I am so fond of humans is their ability to recover from emotion like nothing has passed.... it just takes time... and would it be such a bad thing if he remembered?"
Sonnet stared uncomprehendingly. ".... I don't understand."
Dhone sighed, leaning back in his chair. "I know. One reason I am so short with my own people is that they are so talented, but it takes so long for them to understand anything." He smiled mockingly. "Go back to your new home. Your knack for chaos is clever, but not helpful."
-
Sonnet sighs. That hadn't helped his situation nearly as much as he had hoped. 'Just made me even more confused. I wish Dhone would give a straight answer, just this once.' Crouching to the side of the fridge a moment longer, he sneaks out and around the matress silently, desperately not wanting to disturb his human's rest.
