The Equilibrium (Rolf, Amadeo)
"Something's happening." Rolf said softly, looking over at his older brother, who was sitting at the table in Rolf's little living quarters, staring at a Dell Computer brochure with something akin to disbelief. "Have you seen anything, Amadeo? Amadeo? Will you put that down!?" Rolf walked over to his brother and he yanked the advertisement out of Amadeo's hands. No matter how long Amadeo stayed here in London, surrounded by modern things, he still seemed utterly confounded by them. "Have you seen anything lately? Please tell me."
"Why do they call them mice?" Amadeo asked, looking up at his brother with an arched brow.
Rolf sighed. This is what he got for having a 300 year old brother who spent most of his life in a tiny homestead, miles and miles away from another living soul. Amadeo had visions of the modern world, and he even had a television set so he could see the happenings of it. But he did not understand it. And, come to think of it, Rolf hadn't a clue why they called them mice...but he didn't want ot admit that it was a valid question. "I don't know, Amadeo. It's a mouse. That's what it is. Have you been having any visions lately?"
Amadeo shrugged. "Not of mice. Peter Kemp will be going to Romania. He'll come to seek your help, but you'll be needed here." Amadeo sighed and he turned towards the window and the sunny day outside. "Don't follow him. Stay in London. But give him what he asks."
"What is he going to ask for?" Rolf seemed confused. He would give Peter Kemp anything, especially considering Peter had shown endless compassion in allowing Rolf to regain his place at Robert MacGavillary Memorial Hospital after making an egregious error that had cost Thomas Littleton two weeks of terrible pain and anguish because Rolf had protected the wrong person. Bloody succubi.
"Nothing he hasn't asked for before." Amadeo answered. "But this time, it will change things. It will unbalance the thread of life, but that doesn't mean the thread doesn't need to be unbalanced."
"I don't suppose you're going to tell me how?" Rolf queried. He did wonder why Amadeo was instructing him to aquiecse to Peter's requests. Usually when Rolf did things of an angelic nature for the people he knew, Amadeo scolded him for interfering with human affairs.
"I don't know how." Amadeo answered honestly. "But your job is to keep balance while the universe tries to unbalance itself. You will even it up in the end. After it's all over." Amadeo had seen it all. Rolf was the equilibrium in a fantastic ripple that was about to take place.
Rolf sighed and he nodded. "I suppose all I can do is try. Though that sounds like a pretty big ask..."
"Exactly." Amadeo said, without sympathy. "Brother?"
"Yes, Amadeo?"
"What is a Windows Vista?" Amadeo asked with wide eyes. Rolf just sighed and rubbed his forehead with his fingers.
"Why do they call them mice?" Amadeo asked, looking up at his brother with an arched brow.
Rolf sighed. This is what he got for having a 300 year old brother who spent most of his life in a tiny homestead, miles and miles away from another living soul. Amadeo had visions of the modern world, and he even had a television set so he could see the happenings of it. But he did not understand it. And, come to think of it, Rolf hadn't a clue why they called them mice...but he didn't want ot admit that it was a valid question. "I don't know, Amadeo. It's a mouse. That's what it is. Have you been having any visions lately?"
Amadeo shrugged. "Not of mice. Peter Kemp will be going to Romania. He'll come to seek your help, but you'll be needed here." Amadeo sighed and he turned towards the window and the sunny day outside. "Don't follow him. Stay in London. But give him what he asks."
"What is he going to ask for?" Rolf seemed confused. He would give Peter Kemp anything, especially considering Peter had shown endless compassion in allowing Rolf to regain his place at Robert MacGavillary Memorial Hospital after making an egregious error that had cost Thomas Littleton two weeks of terrible pain and anguish because Rolf had protected the wrong person. Bloody succubi.
"Nothing he hasn't asked for before." Amadeo answered. "But this time, it will change things. It will unbalance the thread of life, but that doesn't mean the thread doesn't need to be unbalanced."
"I don't suppose you're going to tell me how?" Rolf queried. He did wonder why Amadeo was instructing him to aquiecse to Peter's requests. Usually when Rolf did things of an angelic nature for the people he knew, Amadeo scolded him for interfering with human affairs.
"I don't know how." Amadeo answered honestly. "But your job is to keep balance while the universe tries to unbalance itself. You will even it up in the end. After it's all over." Amadeo had seen it all. Rolf was the equilibrium in a fantastic ripple that was about to take place.
Rolf sighed and he nodded. "I suppose all I can do is try. Though that sounds like a pretty big ask..."
"Exactly." Amadeo said, without sympathy. "Brother?"
"Yes, Amadeo?"
"What is a Windows Vista?" Amadeo asked with wide eyes. Rolf just sighed and rubbed his forehead with his fingers.