How it all comes together (1a/?)
anonymous
December 19 2010, 01:36:52 UTC
How it all comes together (or Good things come in Twos) The Beginning
The first thing Alfred noticed about England was how much cooler the summers were. Stepping out of his car to get a better view of the three-story house--more like mansion--that would be his place of residence while teaching in the European country, he was greeted by an unexpectedly mild breeze. That would take some getting used to, having spent most of his life on his father's ranch in Texas, working under the sun in the mid-west's characteristically dry heat. Still, seeing as he was going to be spending the majority of the afternoon moving his belongings into his new home, the lower temperatures would, for today at least, be welcome
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A!a is so happy you're liking it so far, OP! And especially pleased that you and the other commenters like the way I'm presenting Alfred. Thank you! <3
And thank you also for your suggestion. I suppose he could have adapted and picked it up from somewhere. I feel slightly less silly now about not better researching the fact beforehand.
I was actually in the process of typing out another comment since I've just now realized how my comment might have seemed like I was trying to dictate your story for you which was not my intention. Sorry if it came across that way...
How it all comes together (3a/?)
anonymous
December 28 2010, 23:47:35 UTC
How it all comes together (or Good things come in Twos) Knowing
He could hear the phone on the other end of the line ringing. Once. Twice.
"Bonjour." A familiar voice picked up on the third ring.
"Hey there, Mr. Bonnefoy." Alfred said in a cheerful tone that he wasn't really feeling, "It's Alfred Jones. You know, who bought your house?"
"Who bought my...Of course. It's good to hear from you, Monsieur Jones. And please, feel free to call me Francis." the other's voice had sounded confused at first--Weird. He hadn't sold Alfred the house that long ago--but it had now taken on that same flirtatious quality Alfred was becoming used to hearing from the man. "What is it I can help you with? I assume this is not a social call. Although naturally I wouldn't mind if it was."
"Yeah. I, uh, just wanted to call to ask you a quick question about the house. If you don't mind." Well actually, he didn't really want to ask it; it was more like he had no choice
( ... )
How it all comes together (3b/?)
anonymous
December 28 2010, 23:51:14 UTC
Alfred was sure after he had asked his question about his house being supernatural, he had heard Francis gasp in shock.
..................................
Francis knew something. He had to. But it didn't look like Alfred was going to get any answers out of the guy, if the teasing and avoidance of his question were anything to go by. At least not without a little leverage.
And so Alfred started looking around for some. At least he had some kind starting point anyway. Francis' gasp had definitely been in response to Alfred's question about the supernatural. That meant ghosts.
...
Well, it didn't have to be ghosts. Supernatural didn't mean just ghosts and spirits after all. Another reason why he had worded the question the way he did when he'd asked. It could totally be something else! But just in case it was a ghost, Alfred decided to begin by looking into his house's history. He figured he would need to start searching pretty far back. Ghosts were old after all--at least ones in increasingly creepy big mansions
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How it all comes together (3c/?)
anonymous
December 28 2010, 23:54:54 UTC
It wasn't just any rock, but an overturned stone sculpture; a ship riding the waves, held up when properly displayed about a foot off the ground by simple, yet elegant base. As Alfred heaved it upright, he saw there was a picture carved into the base, a crest or coat of arms or something like it. It was hard to make out--and was that a unicorn there?--but Alfred could just make out three letters--initials, they must have been--at its center, drawn in an elegant script.
AKW
That could be useful. Especially considering what had really caught Alfred's eye. The ship.
The sculpture was faded and worn, undoubtedly it was very old. Many of the details of the ship were weathered away, but Alfred could still recognize the woman on the prow, reaching ahead.
It was the Green Lady"Lili! Do you have a minute? I need to ask you something." Alfred burst into the Zwingli's store, only afterwards looking around to see whether or not his friend was actually working and present to hear his question
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How it all comes together (3d/?)
anonymous
December 28 2010, 23:58:22 UTC
"Please don't mind him." Lili said, casting a sad look in the direction the man--Norge--had left, "He says he sees and talks to fairies and other things like that. So it makes sense I guess for him to want to think that your home's true owner is Arthur Kirkland."
"O-kay." Alfred was more confused than ever, "What does seeing imaginary stuff have to do with him claiming I don't own my house?"
"Well..." Lili's voice trailed off, and she turned her gaze from his, much like she had the day he had bought the model of the Green Lady"He just said that everyone around here but me 'knows', but I don't even know what I don't know!" Alfred hated secrets, especially when they were ones being kept from him. And especially if they were about his house--and possible property disputes with some guy he'd never even heard of before. Wait. Arthur Kirkland. AK...was there a W thrown in there somewhere
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How it all comes together (3e/?)
anonymous
December 29 2010, 00:01:55 UTC
"Wait. That's who Arthur Kirkland is?" Alfred realized belatedly that he had just voiced his thoughts out loud. His companion had stopped speaking and was looking at him, his expression indicating he was hoping for an explanation for the outburst. "Oh. It's just um, that I've been hearing the name around town lately and I've been wondering who everyone was talking about." Which was true, if you thought about it
( ... )
How it all comes together (3f/?)
anonymous
December 29 2010, 00:04:23 UTC
Alfred found himself pouting. He didn't like being pitied; it wasn't a very heroic quality.
He supposed he needed to prove that he didn't need anyone feeling bad for him. Now that he knew what the problem was, he was perfectly capable of taking care of it and making everybody involved a lot happier. He'd even invite Fernández over to explore the house to his heart's content afterwards; he was already looking forward to the expression on the history professor's face when he told him who the newest owner of the Kirkland mansion was.
But first he had some ghostbusting to do.
Antonio was still talking as Alfred walked away; with a lot of determination and no plan whatsoever.
~~~~~~~~ I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas holiday! Sorry I pretty much turned Spain into a walking exposition device in this part, but I hope you all enjoyed it anyway.
Thanks for reading and commenting, anons! You guys make my day!
Re Re Re Re: How it all comes together (RE: 3f/?)
anonymous
December 29 2010, 00:32:21 UTC
Do you know that feeling you get sometimes, the one where you just crave? Today, I had that feeling. I crave these words, sentences, paragraphs. I crave this gosh dang story.
I've had my fix for now, but I can assure you I will come crawling back for another hit sooner than later, most likely with mussed hair and scrabbling fingers. Also possibly missing a few teeth.
Now I have looked at the word 'crave' too many times and am getting weirded out by it.
Re: How it all comes together (3f/?)
anonymous
December 31 2010, 07:37:44 UTC
Darn you. Now I have that Ghostbuster song stuck in my head >.<
Also oblivious!Antonio who doesn't notice that he's lecturing to an empty classroom/hallway is funny.
This conspiracy with the haunted house and how everyone in the village but Alfred knows is seriously interesting. I'm of the mindset that Alfred was part of Arthur's crew in his past life. I cannot wait till Alfred and Arthur meet and the smexy time.
OP hangs her head....
anonymous
January 1 2011, 02:58:55 UTC
Sorry it's taken me so long to get to this. It's been a crazy week.
Love, love, love, love, love so very much about this. All the interactions the way that the history of the house (and of England) is slowly starting to unfold but with more mystery added then actual answers reveled.
So very many questions I have that I can't wait to get the answers too (though I hope it takes a while...I'm greedy like that lol)
And oh lord I can't wait to see Alfred attempt ghostbusting. I bet that will be both horrifying and hilarious to see.
Thank you so much and sorry again for this taking me so long to get to. <3
The Beginning
The first thing Alfred noticed about England was how much cooler the summers were. Stepping out of his car to get a better view of the three-story house--more like mansion--that would be his place of residence while teaching in the European country, he was greeted by an unexpectedly mild breeze. That would take some getting used to, having spent most of his life on his father's ranch in Texas, working under the sun in the mid-west's characteristically dry heat. Still, seeing as he was going to be spending the majority of the afternoon moving his belongings into his new home, the lower temperatures would, for today at least, be welcome ( ... )
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And thank you also for your suggestion. I suppose he could have adapted and picked it up from somewhere. I feel slightly less silly now about not better researching the fact beforehand.
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Knowing
He could hear the phone on the other end of the line ringing. Once. Twice.
"Bonjour." A familiar voice picked up on the third ring.
"Hey there, Mr. Bonnefoy." Alfred said in a cheerful tone that he wasn't really feeling, "It's Alfred Jones. You know, who bought your house?"
"Who bought my...Of course. It's good to hear from you, Monsieur Jones. And please, feel free to call me Francis." the other's voice had sounded confused at first--Weird. He hadn't sold Alfred the house that long ago--but it had now taken on that same flirtatious quality Alfred was becoming used to hearing from the man. "What is it I can help you with? I assume this is not a social call. Although naturally I wouldn't mind if it was."
"Yeah. I, uh, just wanted to call to ask you a quick question about the house. If you don't mind." Well actually, he didn't really want to ask it; it was more like he had no choice ( ... )
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..................................
Francis knew something. He had to. But it didn't look like Alfred was going to get any answers out of the guy, if the teasing and avoidance of his question were anything to go by. At least not without a little leverage.
And so Alfred started looking around for some. At least he had some kind starting point anyway. Francis' gasp had definitely been in response to Alfred's question about the supernatural. That meant ghosts.
...
Well, it didn't have to be ghosts. Supernatural didn't mean just ghosts and spirits after all. Another reason why he had worded the question the way he did when he'd asked. It could totally be something else! But just in case it was a ghost, Alfred decided to begin by looking into his house's history. He figured he would need to start searching pretty far back. Ghosts were old after all--at least ones in increasingly creepy big mansions ( ... )
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AKW
That could be useful. Especially considering what had really caught Alfred's eye. The ship.
The sculpture was faded and worn, undoubtedly it was very old. Many of the details of the ship were weathered away, but Alfred could still recognize the woman on the prow, reaching ahead.
It was the Green Lady"Lili! Do you have a minute? I need to ask you something." Alfred burst into the Zwingli's store, only afterwards looking around to see whether or not his friend was actually working and present to hear his question ( ... )
Reply
"O-kay." Alfred was more confused than ever, "What does seeing imaginary stuff have to do with him claiming I don't own my house?"
"Well..." Lili's voice trailed off, and she turned her gaze from his, much like she had the day he had bought the model of the Green Lady"He just said that everyone around here but me 'knows', but I don't even know what I don't know!" Alfred hated secrets, especially when they were ones being kept from him. And especially if they were about his house--and possible property disputes with some guy he'd never even heard of before. Wait. Arthur Kirkland. AK...was there a W thrown in there somewhere ( ... )
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He supposed he needed to prove that he didn't need anyone feeling bad for him. Now that he knew what the problem was, he was perfectly capable of taking care of it and making everybody involved a lot happier. He'd even invite Fernández over to explore the house to his heart's content afterwards; he was already looking forward to the expression on the history professor's face when he told him who the newest owner of the Kirkland mansion was.
But first he had some ghostbusting to do.
Antonio was still talking as Alfred walked away; with a lot of determination and no plan whatsoever.
~~~~~~~~
I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas holiday! Sorry I pretty much turned Spain into a walking exposition device in this part, but I hope you all enjoyed it anyway.
Thanks for reading and commenting, anons! You guys make my day!
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I've had my fix for now, but I can assure you I will come crawling back for another hit sooner than later, most likely with mussed hair and scrabbling fingers. Also possibly missing a few teeth.
Now I have looked at the word 'crave' too many times and am getting weirded out by it.
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Wow, that's a lot of Re's
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Wow, this is such a cool story--I'm sitting on the edge of my seat right now :DDDD
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Also oblivious!Antonio who doesn't notice that he's lecturing to an empty classroom/hallway is funny.
This conspiracy with the haunted house and how everyone in the village but Alfred knows is seriously interesting. I'm of the mindset that Alfred was part of Arthur's crew in his past life. I cannot wait till Alfred and Arthur meet and the smexy time.
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Love, love, love, love, love so very much about this. All the interactions the way that the history of the house (and of England) is slowly starting to unfold but with more mystery added then actual answers reveled.
So very many questions I have that I can't wait to get the answers too (though I hope it takes a while...I'm greedy like that lol)
And oh lord I can't wait to see Alfred attempt ghostbusting. I bet that will be both horrifying and hilarious to see.
Thank you so much and sorry again for this taking me so long to get to. <3
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