05/14/07 // OOC!Psiren and NPC OOC!Hohenheim

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Who: OOC!Psiren and NPC OOC!Hohenheim
When: 05/14/07
Rating: G
Category: Side Plots
Summary: Ren's father drops in to see Clara and ask how his son is doing.


OOC!Hohenheim: *comes wandering up the path to The House, smiling faintly to himself and stopping to take a look at the flowers in the front of the house before proceeding to the door and ringing the bell*

OOC!Psiren: *is in the kitchen doing foody things, wipes her hands on a dishtowel and goes to answer the door, blinking as she opens it* Um... good afternoon! *smiles cheerily*

OOC!Hohenheim: Miss Clara Smith? *returns the smile, a mockery of warmth and kindness, adjusting his glasses perched on his nose to get a better look at her*

OOC!Psiren: *feels very slightly unsettled in the back of her mind, but forgets about it immediately* Oh, err, yes, I am... may I help you with something?

OOC!Hohenheim: *clears his throat* Forgive my manners. I am Van Hohenheim. I have come here to see my son, and I believe you are one of his friends?

OOC!Psiren: *blinks* ...Hohenheim...? ...Your son... err... Darren? *confused*

OOC!Hohenheim: *smiles slowly* I believe he goes by Ren now, but yes. That would be my son.

OOC!Psiren: *goes pale, staring*

OOC!Hohenheim: It has been a long time since I have seen him, my son. I do not suppose you could tell me how he is doing? *raises his eyebrows, smile still in place, and fidgets with his glasses*

OOC!Psiren: *ready to slam the door if he so much as twitches, trying desperately to remember if anyone else is home* ...What do you want?

OOC!Hohenheim: Tea. *holds up his hands to show he's unarmed, still smiling, though it's turned more into a smirk than anything else*

OOC!Psiren: *stares at him* ...Tea. ...You're joking.

OOC!Hohenheim: Why would I jest?

OOC!Psiren: ...Why would I let you into my house and serve you tea?

OOC!Hohenheim: I have traveled a long way and it would be hospitable for you to do so, Miss Smith.

OOC!Psiren: *frowns* ...Please leave.

OOC!Hohenheim: *smiles, eyes flashing dangerously* That would not be in your best interests, Miss Smith.

OOC!Psiren: *trembles slightly, knuckles white on the door handle* Please. What do you want from me?

OOC!Hohenheim: I want to know how my son is doing. That is all.

OOC!Psiren: ...He's peachy.

OOC!Hohenheim: So my sources have said. But that is quite... different than from someone who knows him personally. I could always ask his husband, I suppose...

OOC!Psiren: *swallows* ...No... I'm... I'm not sure what it is you want to know.

OOC!Hohenheim: We can discuss it over tea, I believe?

OOC!Psiren: *presses her lips together, weighing her options, before reluctantly taking a step back, holding the door open, unable to say anything*

OOC!Hohenheim: *steps inside, smiling near benignly and waits for her to lead the way*

OOC!Psiren: *closes the door, swallowing* Let's... um... to the parlor, then. *walks briskly in that direction, watching him over her shoulder*

OOC!Hohenheim: Of course. *trails after her, looking around the house* He has done well for himself, I see.

OOC!Psiren: ...Yes he has. *enters the parlor, indicating a chair for him to sit in* ...Any requests for tea?

OOC!Hohenheim: Chai, if you have any, please. *sits down carefully* It is a pity he did not marry you. *smirks faintly*

OOC!Psiren: *staaaaaaaaare* ....... *can't help it* ...And why is that?

OOC!Hohenheim: It is such an abomination that he would marry a man. Of course, he is an abomination himself...

OOC!Psiren: *stares some more, wisely decides not to say anything in favor of making tea* ...I'll be right back with the chai. *heads into the kitchen, trying to keep an eye on him through the door*

OOC!Hohenheim: *nods and takes a hankerchief out of his pocket, busying himself with cleaning his glasses*

OOC!Psiren: *busies herself with tea making, hands trembling slightly and really hoping someone, anyone, will come home any second now, like maybe Gluttony or Amicus, yes that would be good, maybe she should run for the door?*

OOC!Hohenheim: *glances at the kitchen briefly as he tucks away the hankerchief, looking oh so innocent, ahah*

OOC!Psiren: *after several minutes of tea making, puts teapot of chai, milk, sugar, a couple of teacups, and a few biscuits on a tray, hesitating briefly before hiding a knife under her apron, carrying the tray out and setting it on the small tea table in front of him, pouring the tea* Milk? Sugar? *stiffly polite, but frowning*

OOC!Hohenheim: A bit of sugar, please. *eyes her carefully before looking down at the tea*

OOC!Psiren: *drops a lump of sugar into his chai, setting it in front of him, adding some milk to her own tea before sitting silently with the table between them, in the chair nearest the front door and staircase*

OOC!Hohenheim: *stirs and sips calmly at his tea, as if this just an afternoon affair with friends* How is he?

OOC!Psiren: *clutching her teacup but otherwise ignoring it* ...I still don't know what you want to know other than "peachy."

OOC!Hohenheim: Peachy was a rather sarcastic answer, do you not agree?

OOC!Psiren: Yes. Yes it was.

OOC!Hohenheim: Then I believe a better answer is in order. *sips at his tea, raising his eyebrows at her from over his teacup*

OOC!Psiren: ...What am I supposed to tell you that you don't already know? He's a homunculus, hey, funny thing about how that happened, hm? *hands trembling again, this time from anger* He's rich, he's friends with me, he has a husband.

OOC!Hohenheim: It was the very least that he owed me after his past disobediences. *snorts softly* You are his friend. His only one. It is much different hearing this information from someone close to him as opposed from his brothers.

OOC!Psiren: *clenches her jaw* Great. Glad I could be of help. You've heard it from me, are we done now? *stare* ...Brothers.

OOC!Hohenheim: I have not heard it from you. That was much to concise. *smiles eerily* He did not tell you he has brothers?

OOC!Psiren: *grits her teeth* I don't know what you want me to say. *clenches her fingers around her teacup* No. He did not.

OOC!Hohenheim: He is ashamed of them, I am sure. They far surpass anything he has ever done. *calmly drinks his tea*

OOC!Psiren: ...I'm fairly sure he neither cares nor thinks of them at all.

OOC!Hohenheim: A pity. He would do well to learn from them -- to come back and become one happy family.

OOC!Psiren: ...Happy.

OOC!Hohenheim: Happy.

OOC!Psiren: *wants to throw her tea at him* ...You don't want him to be happy. You want him to be miserable.

OOC!Hohenheim: He would be happier if he just as his I told him. There is no need to continue on with the existence he has when there is a better one with the rest of us.

OOC!Psiren: ...You stabbed him in the stomach and used him for an experiment. A better existence would be one not involving you.

OOC!Hohenheim: That is the small price to pay for my affection. He is so much better now.

OOC!Psiren: *ANGERANGERANGER* ...Affection?!

OOC!Hohenheim: *smirks* He was imperfect before. He is still imperfect, but better than his previous self.

OOC!Psiren: *fume* How dare you. As if you are God, to decide such things.

OOC!Hohenheim: I am merely a scientist. I only work towards improving His creations, but I dare not be like Him Himself.

OOC!Psiren: ...Improving His creations, indeed. You are a sinner.

OOC!Hohenheim: So I have been told before.

OOC!Psiren: How about that.

OOC!Hohenheim: Mmhm. Not quite the surprise, I am sure. *smirks faintly*

OOC!Psiren: No. Not really.

OOC!Hohenheim: *finishes his tea* Of course.

OOC!Psiren: *stares at him in silence*

OOC!Hohenheim: *looks around the parlor, already making himself quite at home, thank you*

OOC!Psiren: ...............Now are we done?

OOC!Hohenheim: *looks down into his cup* Would you like me to? *smirks*

OOC!Psiren: ...To? ...If you mean leave, then yes.

OOC!Hohenheim: *stands* It was nice visiting with you, Miss Smith.

OOC!Psiren: *stands also, setting her untouched tea on the table* Mmhmm.

OOC!Hohenheim: *waves jauntily to her and shows himself out, humming a quiet tune under his breath*

OOC!Psiren: *watches to make sure he leaves, locking the door behind him and watching him out the window until he's gone, before making her way hastily to the phone*