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[lyotto]

In which Cocytus gets kiddified, Lethe gets kiddified, there is cake, a notprotective older brother, a meeting with vampires, a frog dissection and a forced bedtime.

* Ghost-out is now known as Cocytus
* crouchingtigerlurkingtypist is now known as Lethe
* Loki has joined #desperatefans
Loki: *sparks in*
Lethe: *is here for the kiddifying! though it's more like...preteenifying*
Cocytus: *unsuspectingly walking kitchenward and ready for kiddifying, too*
Loki: *grins over at the elves, satisfied with his efforts* *and kiddifies Lethe and Cocytus for good measure*
* Cocytus is now known as IckleCytty
Loki: *so long, suckers!*
* Loki has left #desperatefans
* Lethe is now known as LittleLethe
IckleCytty: ... *blinkblink* *yay for being four and slightly confused by where the crap you suddenly are*
LittleLethe: *blink* *blinkblink* *looks around slowly - is near the doorway and about eleven and a half* *looks...much the same as he does at thirty-three, only obviously younger and about half a foor shorter*
IckleCytty: *looks around the room with a seriously confused look on his face*
LittleLethe: *looks around slowly and...blinks at ickle!Cytty a few times* *never actually knew Cytty when he was four, but...has seen pictures, although Cytty for him is late teens, and...this is weird.*
IckleCytty: *being an observant little child, notices that he's being blinked at and...blinks back* ...who're you?
LittleLethe: *blinkblink* ...Lethe Hades.
IckleCytty: *bliiiiiiiink* ...............
LittleLethe: ...*raises an eyebrow* Yes?
IckleCytty: *cocks his head to the side, looking curious* Are we related?
LittleLethe: ...I don't know. What's your name?
IckleCytty: Cocytus. Cocytus Hades.
LittleLethe: ....
LittleLethe: ....you're not Cocytus.
IckleCytty: *look! you totally just insulted the four year old* Yes I am! I'd know who I was, wouldn't I?
LittleLethe: *frowns slightly* But...Cocytus is older than I am.
IckleCytty: ...um...that I don't know. But I -am- Cocytus. And I -am- a Hades. And if you're a Hades and you're related to a Cocytus then it must be me because otherwise that would be weird and so I guess you're wrong about me being older. *nods*
LittleLethe: *blink* *blinkblink* ...I suppose that makes sense. I'm certain Cocytus is older than I am, but...you do look like him. *pause* Do you have brothers?
IckleCytty: *nods again* Acheron, Styx and Phe--Phleg-- ...Phleg.
LittleLethe: *blinkblink* *nods* Yes, those are my brothers too. Then there's Cocytus, and me, and Aornis. Aornis is still small. She hasn't started torturing living animals yet, but Mum says she'll get there next year. *wrinkles nose slightly*
IckleCytty: *blinkblink* ...but I'un have a little brother or a little sister or anything.
LittleLethe: ...well. Um. *pauses and frowns slightly, looking earnest* ...how old're you?
IckleCytty: *closes one eye and looks thoughtful a moment* ...'m four.
LittleLethe: *brights slightly* That explains it. I'm not born yet. *seems to accept this pretty quickly*
IckleCytty: Oh. *blinkblink* Oh. Is this like one of those time thingies where people get all misplaced and stuff? I read about that once. ...er...well...I made Phleg read to me about it once, anyway.
LittleLethe: ...Guess so. *shrug* I really don't know. That kinda stuff's interesting. You don't seem to have a lot of time for it when you're older, though.
IckleCytty: Well, I dun really need t'know much about it 'cause 's not -that- important. *shrugs* I like real science better. Like...like...the way things work. Like the body and stuff. *nodnod*
LittleLethe: *nods* You're studying to go into medical school.
IckleCytty: *blink* Really? Neat. *grins and...apparently really likes this Lethe person even if he is supposed to be the -little- brother but he's big instead and...stuff* *the four year old mental processes are strange*
LittleLethe: *nods* 'S cool. You help me with my science homework sometimes. *pauses, looking a little awkward*
IckleCytty: *is apparently a really observant toddler* 's somethin' wrong?
LittleLethe: *blink* Mm? *shakes head* *not a really convincing actor yet*
IckleCytty: *furrows his brow and frowns and tries to look stern...but just succeeds in looking like a silly little kid* You're lying.
LittleLethe: *grins slightly at that* Y'know, I wish I'd been around when you were four. *shrugs, a little awkward again* Just...the others don't like me much.
IckleCytty: *cocks his head to the side, curious again* ...why not?
LittleLethe: *shrugs again and mutters something, sinking into a chair and pulling his legs up*
IckleCytty: *blinkblink* Huh? *frowns again, looks around, then trots off, tries to shove a chair up next to Lethe's, fails because the chair's too heavy, gives up, kicks it, and walks back over and just climbs up in the chair next to Lethe instead* Wha'd you say?
LittleLethe: *faint smile, moving over slightly* ...'m not like the rest of the family.
IckleCytty: *flops a little in his bit of chair so his feet are dangling off of it* Howzat?
LittleLethe: *shrug* ...don't like hurting things. Or people.
IckleCytty: *blinkblink* Oh. *cocks his head to the side again*
LittleLethe: *sigh* ...I dunno. Mum says she'll disown me when I'm of legal age and can live on my own. Or maybe before so I can't, since I don't deserve to. *conversational tone*
IckleCytty: ... *apparently doesn't even like this idea when he's too little to actually have a little brother* That doesn' sound good. *four year old Captain Obvious? what?*
LittleLethe: *slight smile* Yeeeah. I'm used to it, though. And I know I'm weird for the family.
IckleCytty: *sinks down into the chair so that his knees are over the edge of it and he can kick his feet* Well, yeah, yer weird but still. *shrugs a little* Yer still family, though, right?
LittleLethe: *slightly wider smile* That's what you say when you're older, too.
IckleCytty: *grins* Course it is! Cuz I'm smart! *slides off of the chair* And I'm hungry.
LittleLethe: *laughs and unfolds himself from the chair* Want to go get food?
IckleCytty: *nodnod* You're taller so you gotta get everything unless it's down low where I can get it. *makes a face* 's not far, me being little when I'm s'posed to be bigger.
LittleLethe: *this is so not late, what?* *laughs, standing up* I have to say, it's kinda weird for me too. I'm used to you being taller.
IckleCytty: *late? never* *heads kitchenward* 'm not used to havin' a little brother and even if I had a little brother he'd littler than me. ...um...because that'd only make sense, right?
LittleLethe: *better late than never! ...er, right* *grins* Yes, it would. Sense is a good thing to make. I think someone said logic's the foundation of society but...Hadeses have their own logic. And our own society, I guess. Anyway. *looks around kitchen* What do you want to eat?
IckleCytty: *is four so advanced logic is still a bit beyond him, thus he shall ignore and and all sense that line of thought did or did not make* Um. I'unno. What's around? *starts opening the lower cupboards*
LittleLethe: *looks amused* Don't destroy the kitchen. I'm sure there's something somewhere.
IckleCytty: 's a kitchen. Course there is. *no comment on the destroying part, and just digs through the cupboards some more*
LittleLethe: *grins* As we've established, that makes sense, and...yes. *wisely stops while he's ahead and...watches for potential destroying, as has apparently been cleaning up after Cytty's messes even since he got old enough*
IckleCytty: *not surprised, really* *blinks into one of the cupboards then pulls out a random chocolate devil's food cake* ...ooo.
LittleLethe: *grins, because even if chocolate makes huge messes, it's always fun to watch kids eating it*
LittleLethe: *and the iRony of the devil's food is amusioning*
IckleCytty: *the typist is craving it these days, what can I say?* *kicks the cupboard closed and holds the cake up* I think I found what I want!
LittleLethe: *now the typist wants it too, augh* *grins* That's always good.
IckleCytty: *gringringrin* You gotta cut some for me or else I guess I gotta eat the whole thing. ...Mummy always says too much sugar makes me impossible.
LittleLethe: *grins* Does she? Sounds about right. *goes to get a knife and cuts a piece for Cytty*
IckleCytty: Uh huh. *grins and YAY CAKE!* Thank you! *takes it and hurries over to the table so he can sit and eat because YAY CAKE* *and, wow, the cuteness is killing the typist's brain*
LittleLethe: *grins, cutting a smaller piece for himself, and eats it slowly, watching Cytty amusedly*
IckleCytty: *slowly? what is this slowly? you must be crazy* *totally digs in and, hey, who needs a fork, man?*
* LittleLethe has quit IRC (Quit)
* Metatron is now known as Phlegethon
Phlegethon: *LA LA LA ISN'T THIS CONVENIENT*
Phlegethon: *... I mean, enters. grumpily. because he's always grumpy. an unhappy camper, you might say...*
IckleCytty: *is totally tearing through chocolate cake in the kitchen, whee!*
Phlegethon: *stomps into the kitchen, probably in search of alcohol, and freezes* ... *wtf little!little brother*
IckleCytty: *person in kitchen!* *chocolate-covered blinkage and little wave* Hi!
Phlegethon: ...-Coctyus-? ... ........ *stare*
IckleCytty: *blinkblinknodnod* That's me! *wipes the chocolate from his face with the back of his hand* Who're you?
Phlegethon: ......Phlegethon Hades. *speechless*
IckleCytty: Oooooooooh. You must be part of the time thingy, too. I met my little brother before and I don't have a little brother. He gave me cake.
Phlegethon: ...Time... thingy. *shakes his head* Of course. *sits down next to Cytty* Well, you've clearly not changed overmuch.
IckleCytty: *blinkblink* Huh? *he really is an intelligent child but sometimes...*
Phlegethon: In later years, you will be strikingly similar to the way you are now. *smirk*
IckleCytty: Oh. *blink* Lethe kinda kept saying that, too.
Phlegethon: ...Lethe? *oh, ew, Lethe and I did something the same! cooties! -- uh, wait*
IckleCytty: *that sound was the typist gigglesnorting* *nodnod* Uh huh. He's the one who got me the cake. It was weird because he said he was my little brother but I don't have one and...he wasn't really little at all.
Phlegethon: *flatly* He's your little brother. I would know.
IckleCytty: Well, yeah. I guess you would, if you're Ph-- *doesn't even try this time* ...why'd you have to have such a hard name to say?
Phlegethon: It's designed expressly to make your life difficult, actually.
IckleCytty: *makes a face and sticks his tongue out and pouts, because that's apparently how he responds to being picked on when he's four* *eats more cake*
Phlegethon: *smirks slightly* How very mature of you.
IckleCytty: *whee, pout* 'm only four. I dun haveta be mature.
Phlegethon: Perhaps not. The tragic part comes in when I remind you that you never get any more mature than this.
IckleCytty: *sticks his tongue again and continues pouting and doing the four year old equivilant of sulking as he eats his cake*
Phlegethon: *laughs quietly, then turns mock!solemn* If you eat too much cake, you'll end up sick. You do know that, correct?
IckleCytty: Foo. 'm only havin' one piece cuz Mummy says I shouldn' have too much sugar. *sulksulk*
Phlegethon: No doubt it's too late. *so. amused.*
IckleCytty: Hmmph. *Olympic Pouting, the sport of children everywhere*
Phlegethon: Oh, and you're articulate, too! Will wonders never cease.
IckleCytty: *so. not. wibbly.* You're just as mean as ever. *blinks after a moment* ...only
Phlegethon: It's a talent I cultivate. *toothy grin* Well, even I know not to hit you when you're this small. As irritating as you are, I prefer you firmly alive.
IckleCytty: *still being the pouty little kid, as if to prove the irritation* Good. 'n Mummy'd be mad if you hurt me too bad anyway.
Phlegethon: *looks slightly annoyed* Yes, I know that much. And I'm not going to hurt you. Really.
IckleCytty: *nods and eats the end of his cake* ... *stares at his plate for a moment, then hops down off of his chair and wanders off into the main room again*
Phlegethon: *arches an eyebrow and follows -- NOT PROTECTIVE. NOT. WE REPEAT: LACKOFPROTECTIVENESS*
IckleCytty: *looks around the room curiously and wanders around in search of something to do* *hmmmmmmmmmmm*
Phlegethon: *leans against a wall to keep an eye on him*
IckleCytty: *well, all right then, because he's a curious kid, toddles in the general direction of the only other moving creatures in the room, never mind the fact that they're vampires*
Nicki: *blinks at the child* Hello...
Lestat: *smiles hiding teeth*
IckleCytty: *looks up at him* Hi! Who're you?
Nicki: My name is Nicolas de Lenfent. Who are you, little one?
Phlegethon: *...watches warily, STILL NOT PROTECTIVE*
IckleCytty: *grins and is generally disturbingly cute* 'm Cocytus. Cocytus Hades.
Nicki: Lovely to meet you Cocytus Hades. *smiles without showing teeth*
Lestat: *awkwardly introduces himself* I am Lestat. Nice to meet you little one.
IckleCytty: Nice t'meetcha! *that's about the extent of his manners at age four, folks* What're you doin'?
Lestat: Talking about little boys, what're you doing?
Nicki: Sitting and talking. *has his arm around Lestat's waist*
Lestat: *is waisted*
IckleCytty: *blinkblink* ...um. 'm jus' lookin' around.
Nicki: I see. Exploring?
Lestat: Find anything of interest?
IckleCytty: Sorta, I guess. *fidgetty child* There was chocolate cake in the kitchen. *this is evidenced by the bits of chocolate still on his face and t-shirt*
Lestat: I see. Well, did you like it?
Nicki: Yes well I can see you found the cake, indeed.
IckleCytty: *grins* It was good. Um. *blinkblink* Think I'mma go look around more. Was nice meetin' ya 'n stuff. *attention span of a goldfish* *wanders off*
Nicki: *hides a grin behind his hand*
Lestat: *nudges* Whatttt?
Lestat: *smiling*
Nicki: He's so sweet!
IckleCytty: *thinks this place is booooooooriiiiiiiing* *wanderwanderwander* *finds the closet*
Lestat: People in closet: *doing things children shouldn't see* He was adorable.
Nicki: *wants a kid soooooooo badly*
Nicki: *sighs, still smiling*
IckleCytty: *well, hey, what do you know? the child found the plothole*
Lestat: *as does Lestat* Little children...irresistable...adorable...
IckleCytty: *rummagerummagerummage with amused littlechild noises*
Nicki: *watches, amused*
Lestat: Think he'll find anything?
Nicki: In there? Absolutely anything.
Lestat: That's good, it'll keep him busy.
IckleCytty: *I'd be worried what he might find, if I were you, but I suppose worrying would involve knowing the family*
Lestat: *oh dear what might he find???*
Phlegethon: *would be worried if he weren't... a Hades, so is just amused*
IckleCytty: *well, if he finds any weapons...he might be five, but he'll probably know what it is, if not how to use it* *keeps rummaging*
Lestat: *Well we'll see*
Nicki: *nuzzles Lestat's neck*
IckleCytty: *not five...four...but whatev* *pulls out a little black bag, looks inside, face lights up and he happily makes his way for the back door*
Lestat: *OMG WHATDIDHEFIND?!* Hmmm, wonder what he found....
Nicki: ... not sure.
IckleCytty: *let's just say that, even this young, the boy wants to be a doctor* *out to the backyard! yay!*
Phlegethon: *...follows*
Lestat: Hmmm, oh well.
Nicki: *nibbles his ear lightly*
Nicki: *is hungry, evidently*
IckleCytty: *methinks he's in search of a frog or something to dissect* *...er*
Lestat: *purrs. yes. purrs*
Phlegethon: *la la watchfollow protective older brother where?*
Nicki: Have you fed?
Lestat: Earlier yes,
Lestat: .* *lielielielielie*
Nicki: I haven't. Come hunting with me?
IckleCytty: *oh look! and there's a frog* *puts his plothole find down carefully and goes to catch the frog*
Lestat: Actually I should be going. I'm sorry. Perhaps another time.
Nicki: Alright. I'll hunt alone tonight.
Nicki: *eyes Phlegethon*
Lestat: *kisses him quickly and heads off to a secret lover*
* Lestat has left #desperatefans
Phlegethon: *eyed* ...Yes?
Nicki: *smiles, not revealing teeth* Hello.
IckleCytty: *catches the frog and goes back over to where his little bag is*
Phlegethon: *crosses his arms and arches an eyebrow* Hello, then. Have a name?
Nicki: *stands and bows* Nicolas de Lenfent.
IckleCytty: *we aren't going to go into details on what he's doing at this point, 'kay? 'kay*
Phlegethon: Phlegethon Hades. A pleasure, I'm sure. *still watching Cytty, amused*
Nicki: Indeed.
IckleCytty: *lalala* *how does a four year old know how to dissect a frog?* *...never mind...I don't want to know*
Phlegethon: *turns back to Nicki, looking... well, annoyed* Did you want something?
* Dolohov has joined #desperatefans
Dolohov: *saunters in*
Nicki: *glances over at Dolohov* Just being friendly.
Dolohov: *sits on his couch in the Stalker Corner*
IckleCytty: *whee, yes, dissection* *this is a four year old teaching himself biology*
Phlegethon: *watches, yay* Friendly. Good luck with that.
IckleCytty: *it's possibly a bad sign that the four year old remembers more of his typist's biology lessons than she does on her own*
Phlegethon: *...possibly. whatever, Phleg's amused*
IckleCytty: *anyway...no point in describing, as I said, so yeah...yayfun and stuff* *let's just say he's done with that now and...he's...just gonna leave the dissected frog lying there in the lawn and take the scalpel and stuff back inside with him, apparently*
* Acheron has joined #desperatefans
IckleCytty: *is in the kitchen, having pulled a chair up to the sink so he can wash off the scalpel and stuff from the dissection*
Acheron: *heads into the kitchen, as is thirsty*
Phlegethon: *...followed Cytty, I think* *waves slightly* Acheron.
Acheron: *blinks at the small child washing off medical instruments, and Phleggy* Phlegethon. *smiles* Evening.
IckleCytty: *whee, puts the tools back into the little bag and hops down off of the chair before looking up at the new person* Hi!
Phlegethon: Good evening. *nods at Cytty* Interesting, isn't it?
Acheron: Hi. What is?
Phlegethon: Cocytus.
IckleCytty: *looks between Phleg and Acheron and...waves a little?* 's me.
Acheron: ...
Acheron: Cocytus? *blinkblink*
Phlegethon: *had almost the same reaction, actually*
IckleCytty: *blink* Um. Yes?
Acheron: Ah, I see. *grins* Who did it this time?
IckleCytty: *blinkblink* Who did what?
Acheron: I was talking to Phlegethon, Cocytus. How long has he been a child?
Phlegethon: I'm not entirely sure, I'm afraid. He was this way when I walked into the kitchen and found him stuffing his face.
IckleCytty: *looks between the two of them again and...is confused*
Acheron: I see. *looks down at Cocytus and sighs* Well, I suppose he'll turn back eventually.
IckleCytty: *doesn't like being talked about and sort of pouts a little*
Acheron: *puts a hand on Cytty's head and ruffles his hair*
Phlegethon: That's what I've been assuming.
IckleCytty: *makes a face* Hey! Don't do that! *pulls away and looks up at him* ...who're you?
Acheron: *shrugs* It's the way things go.
Acheron: I'm your brother.
Acheron: Don't you remember me? I'm Acheron.
IckleCytty: ...oh. Okay. I'm meeting a lot of family today. I don't remember everybody.
Phlegethon: Faulty memory always -has- been a problem of yours.
Acheron: No, I didn't expect you would. *smiles*
IckleCytty: *sticks his tongue out at Phleg again because...yes...mature little kid, ain't he?*
Phlegethon: *smiles back, as cheerfully as he can get*
Acheron: No need for that, Cocytus.
IckleCytty: *pouts again* ...he keeps making fun of me.
Acheron: He's an older brother. He has that right.
IckleCytty: Hmph. *crosses his arms over his chest and does that sulking four year old thing*
Phlegethon: *...just laughs*
Acheron: *ruffles little Cytty's hair again, because awww, psychopath in the making!*
Phlegethon: *grins -- but doesn't find this cute! so not cute at all! no cuteness here! ...grrr*
Acheron: *has no issues thinking his ickle siblings are cute, because they are*
IckleCytty: *would be insulted and pout more if someone actually voiced something about the cuteness but is poutsulking enough anyway...and trying not to yawn* ...'m bored.
Phlegethon: You're most likely tired. *smirk*
Acheron: *glances at him* You're tired.
Phlegethon: *...brotherly mindmeld*
Phlegethon: *TWILIGHT ZONE MUSIC PLAYS -- except not*
IckleCytty: *double-teamed! oh noes* 'm not!
Phlegethon: Denial. Clearly you are.
IckleCytty: *huffypout* ...'m not.
Acheron: If you're not tired, why are you blinking back sleep?
IckleCytty: 'm noooo-- *yawns and flails* ...not.
Phlegethon: ...My point.
Acheron: *smiles* You need sleep.
IckleCytty: *still pouting but...apparently more willing to argue with Phleg than with Acheron* ...don't.
Acheron: Even if you don't, I'm putting you to bed. *picks him up, regardless of him still wielding the scalpel-- hey, it can't hurt him! and carries him out of the kitchen* Come on, Phlegethon. You can help.
Phlegethon: *grins and follows* I'm always helpful.
IckleCytty: *meep!* Hey! *flails*
Acheron: Hey what?
IckleCytty: *poutpoutnotwibblingreally* I'unwanna go to bed!
Phlegethon: What you want has nothing to do with it.
Acheron: Exactly.
IckleCytty: Hmph. *poutsulk*
Phlegethon: Sleep, Cocytus. *crosses his arms*
IckleCytty: *have you ever watched a child trying to keep pouting while trying not to yawn? it's really rather funny*
Acheron: He will. If nothing else, I've got a supply of chloroform.
IckleCytty: *meep* ...fine...I'll sleep. *glares off at something*
Acheron: Good boy. *grins*
IckleCytty: *has been defeated by the vicious creatures known as big brothers, so not fair* *not that he'd have managed to stay awake much longer anyway, as he's sort of failing at the glaring due to eye droopage*
Phlegethon: *hairruffles Cytty surreptitiously*
Acheron: *slings Cytty over his shoulder* Where to?
IckleCytty: *sleepymumble* I'unno. *trying to blink his eyes open again and failing miserably at this whole awake thing*
Phlegethon: Upstairs, I presume?
Acheron: That works nicely.
Phlegethon: *gestures towards stairs which totally exist* Lead the way.
Acheron: *leads the way, then*
IckleCytty: *someone take the scalpel away from the child who is currently half-asleep on his brother's shoulder, please?*
Phlegethon: *follows, and... delicately plucks the scalpel from Cytty's hand. and... puts it in his own coat pocket, okay*
Acheron: *is probably very lucky that he's invulnerable to most metals*
* Phlegethon is now known as Phlegthingy|out
* Acheron is now known as Acheron|puttingCyttytosleep
* IckleCytty is now known as Cytt-sleeping