Episode 2: Word to Your Mother

[fail_assassin]

[A. Action // 1766 Beaver Street // Backdated to Mother's Day]

[Flonne comes bursting in through the front door, with a bouquet of flowers wrapped up together with a pink ribbon in her arms. Her hands were full, and so she actually forced the door open with the heel of her right foot. Whoops.]

Ms. Seras! Are you home?

[She steps inside of the house, looking quite pleased with herself. -- After waiting a minute or two for the person in question to answer, Flonne heads into the kitchen to fetch a vase for the flowers. It'll be better to surprise her if she isn't home right now.]

There is still a lot that I'm trying to understand about this town, but at least I can try to follow the local customs in the meantime.

[The tap flows with water pouring into the vase.] She might not be my real mother, but... It's the least I can do for her allowing me to stay in her home.

I hope that she likes them.

[She puts the flowers into the vase, water and all, and then sets it down on the kitchen with a little card that says: "Happy Mother's Day! ♥"]

[B. Phone]

Hello? ... [Ahem.] My name is Flonne, and I am offering my services as a babysitter. Payment is negotiable, and my schedule is very flexible!

I love being around children, and people have told me that I'm very good with them. Um... So, if you're interested in hiring me, then please feel free to contact me at this number or write to me at 1766 Beaver Street.

Thank you!

Comments

Phone

[kinship]

I would be interested in hiring you, miss! There's a young boy living here mostly on his own, and he can be quite... difficult sometimes. I'm sure he'd thrive with a guiding hand to set him right.

Phone

[fail_assassin]

Really? [There is the slightest tinge of surprise in her voice at first, but then she clears her throat quietly and starts over.] I mean-- Thank you very much! It would be my pleasure.

Oh, but that shouldn't be a problem. I'm used to dealing with difficult people. In fact, half the time they're not really as bad as you'd like to think. [As far as demons go.]

[kinship]

[He hopes she doesn't mind that she's being hired by a boy of ten, clearly he is mature enough to hire a babysitter.]

That's great! I really appreciate this, I've been wondering who can supervise him.

[fail_assassin]

[Oh, the wonders of modern technology and Netherworld culture shock.]

You're very welcome. I'll do my best!

May I ask what this boy's name is?

[kinship]

His name is Charles Fei-Ong.

[He should feel bad that he's setting her up with a psycho vampire boy, just to troll him. He should, but he doesn't.]

[fail_assassin]

That's an interesting name. Like one an action movie film star would have.

[Then there is Flonne, who doesn't even realize that she is being trolled. Welcome to the neighborhood, girlie.]

[kinship]

Don't be fooled, he's nothing like an action hero, and my name is way cooler.

[He has all the indignant righteousness of a ten year old.]

[fail_assassin]

Oh...

[It's hard for her to hide the mild disappointment in her voice. Shame.]

Really? Come to think of it, I don't believe that I caught your name before.

[kinship]

Sorry, miss, how rude of me. I'm Cain Knightlord.

[Clearly his name is awesome, okay? Or not, maybe it's just cheesy.]

[fail_assassin]

It's okay. I'm still trying to find my way around the neighborhood.

It's nice to meet you, Mr. Knightlord.

[Where she's from, that name is only slightly above average.]

[kinship]

I don't think I'm old enough to be Mr. Knightlord yet, I'm only just ten.

[And yet clearly old enough to be hiring babysitters.]

[romanovs]

How old are you?

[fail_assassin]

I'm 1512 years old.

Why do you ask?

[romanovs]

You should always add that. Not every age can babysit every age, yes?

[fail_assassin]

Hm. That is a good point...

Then I'll do that from now on!

Thank you very much for that bit of advice, sir.

[romanovs]

Is it your first time advertising this service of yours?

[fail_assassin]

Well... yes. To be honest.

Though I have babysat my little sister before in Celestia, and then looking after some of the other demons in the Netherworld was kind of like babysitting...

[romanovs]

You are a demon?

[If she says "other demons"...]

[fail_assassin]

Yes. Sort of...

It's a long story, but I am a Fallen Angel.

B

[hell_wheel]

I have two drone children who might need caring for.

It is difficult for me to be home often enough for them.

B

[fail_assassin]

[...] Oh! I remember you! You're the nice man that helped me before.

I would be happy to help look after your children.

[hell_wheel]

Thank you. Drone children are quite the handful and I am not familiar with their sports.

B

[fail_assassin]

It's my pleasure. I don't think it'll be very hard.

Now that I think of it, I don't think that I ever asked for your name.

[hell_wheel]

I am Wanyudo.

Though, this town gave me the last name of Whyuno. I do not quite get it.

I'll be honest. That made me laugh.

[fail_assassin]

Wanyudo Whyuno...

Huh. It almost turns into a tongue twister when you say it fast enough.

Then I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Wanyudo!

I died when I read it.

[hell_wheel]

I suppose it does.

And the pleasure is mine, you are the one doing me a favor. What is your name, by the way?