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lost melody has a minion!
Minion the Maldow
Minion the Maldow
lost melody
Legacy Name: lost melody
The
Cream DemiOwner: shadaleer
Age: 15 years, 9 months, 1 week
Born: June 6th, 2010
Adopted: 15 years, 1 month, 1 week ago
Adopted: February 7th, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
I didn't hear the rumble in the distance. I barely felt it - and the ground shook enough anymore, any of us that were left probably barely noticed it.
But this time, it was dangerous.
When I came to, I wasn't sure where I was. The woman above me looked sick, like physically sick - pale skin, dark rings under her eyes, ragged breathing. She was thinner than a twig, but somehow exuded an air of strength anyway. She was staring down at me with dull green eyes, a color I had never noticed before - a sort of khaki.
"Yo, who are you? Are you still alive?" she asked. There was definite concern in her voice.
"Yeah," I tried to answer. But nothing came out. I tried again. Still, no words.
"Can you speak?" the woman asked. She looked curious. "Or are you dumb?"
I frantically shook my head. I could speak! All of a sudden, I felt dizzy. colors whirled around me - maybe I shouldn't have shaken my head.
"Don't move. Your head is bleeding all over. You'll just make it worse." The woman rocked back onto her heels, and that's when I realized we were buried under a broken building. I tried to think of what had happened. There was an earthquake. Things had started falling. I must've been hit. But then, who was this woman? Why was she here?
"M'name's Mim," she told me, as if she could read my mind. "I was hunting for something different to eat, and an earthquake came and collapsed the building. We got trapped, but not very deep. Neta will be here in a few minutes. He'll dig us out."
Neta? I wanted to ask. Who's that?Once again, as if she could read my mind, she said, "Neta's my brother. Artist. he was standing in the street when the building collapsed, so he was safe. he'll be coming for me, actually, but we can take you along too. But you'll have to pull your weight. You don't get free food."
So. More survivors. I'd thought I was the last of a dying breed. Apparently not everyone was dead, though, and that was something I was glad of. Anyone else who wasn't insane was alright in my book. I wouldn't even mind having to work for my food, as long as I got a nice roof over my head. Company would be a great plus too. Sometimes things got a bit lonely.
"Mim!" I heard a faint yell. "Mim, where are you!" Mim looked up, and seemed to try to pinpoint the voice. She took a deep breath, but before she yelled, she asked me, "You heard it too?" I nodded, and she took another deep breath.
"NETA! I'M OVER HERE! I FOUND SOMEONE ELSE! COME ON!"
"I'm coming! Hold your horses!" the voice replied. I could hear chunks of concrete shifting nearby. Was it safe?
A beam of sunlight lanced down from above. I squeezed my eyes shut. It was then that I realized everything hurt - my head, my eyes, my arms, legs, body, my brain. Everything.
Mim smiled sadly down at me - my eyes were slitted open just wide enough to see that - and she rolled me over onto my stomach. She prodded the back of my head with cold fingers.
"Yeesh. This building must've had it in for you. This is going to be great fun to take care of with no antibiotics. we might have to cut your hair to keep the wound clean. It looks bad, but I don't think it's deep." Mim helped me to sit up. "But I'm a violinist, not a doctor. Take everything I say with a grain of salt."
Some concrete shifted above us, and I jumped.
"Neta? is that you?" Mim looked concerned. "Please tell me I'm not hallucinating."
"Nah, it's me. You're still sane." It was a male voice, and as it spoke, the slab of concrete - which had been perched precariously over the top of us, just a gentle push away from releasing me and Mim - slid away. I cried out, the only sound I seemed able to make, and covered my eyes as sunlight filled the dusty collapsed building. "Shoot, Mim, who's that?"
"I have no clue. She can't talk. She wants to, I can tell, but she can't get the words out. But she's got a great bloody wound on the back of her head, and I think that may have something to do with it. I'll hand her up to you first, I can follow after."
I felt Mim's arm lift me into the air - they were twiggy just like the rest of her - and a stronger, sturdier pair of arms take me. I assumed this was Neta. I heard Mim scrambling up after me.
Neta had nice arms.
Mim had taken a pair of scissors to my he=air and sheared it close to my head - in the back only, though, so I still had bangs, but the back of my head was nearly bald. There are worse things, I guess. Neta had given me a plate of (admittedly cold) canned green beans that Mim had refused to eat. Mim watched me vacantly. She was very obviously not paying me or Neta any attention.
"So, do you like drawing?" Neta asked. I shook my head no. "Writing?" No. "Dancing?" No. "Math?" No. "Singing?" I frantically nodded. I remembered that I liked singing. But now I couldn't. Sucks. "Your name. Can we pick a name our for you? Or do you have any sort of ID on you?"
I rummaged through my jeans pockets for my wallet. I knew I had it somewhere, I'm not sure why, but I had it. I had some ID there.
I handed my wallet to Neta, who flipped through it until he found an ID. A driver's license. He read it, and laughed.
"I can't believe you're actually twenty. You look about fourteen. But Melody, eh? Can we just call you Mel?" I shrugged. Didn't matter to me. "Well then, Mel, welcome to your new home. I'm Neta Bolt, this is my younger sister Mimteh. She just goes by Mim. I used to paint for a living, and she used to play violin. Neither of us make any money anymore, though. We'll have to stick you on the couch for a while, we don't have any extra beds, and Mim won't share."
"Hell no." Mim mumbled. She rubbed her closed eyes. Arthur's looming in the corner-" Mim waved to the corner behind me. I turned and glanced, but there was no one there - "And I'm going to bed. Wake me up at nightfall, I'll keep watch tonight." Mim shuffled off into what I assumed to be her bedroom. She shut the door, and I heard the creaking of mattress springs as she settled onto the bed. I gave Neta a questioning look.
"Mim gets hallucinations a lot of the time. Arthur is the one who shows up most. Scares the hell out of her. Sometimes she hears things too. If she starts acting all panicky, just roll with it. Say you can see things you can't. But if she asks you point blank if you can hear something and you're positive you didn't hear it, tell her. And if she ever comes after you with intent to injure, just run. I'll handle her. just run, as fast as you can. And not into corners either, running into corners is stupid and likely to get you hurt. So." Neta sat back in his broken-down armchair. "That's the primer on how to live with us. You'll get used to it after a while."
Would I?
Neta had rustled up a blanket and pillow for me, and outfitted me on the couch. Outside the (open) apartment door, Mim was pacing back and forth in the hallway, hands clasped behind her back, head down, sometimes even eyes closed.
Pet Treasure
Microphone
Pet Friends
Netaawigiind
Thank you for letting me stay with you. My voice? I don't know.
Mimteh
Please don't hurt me.
Ravarus
We are two sides of the same coin. Let's stick together.
Steamdancer
I am not going with you! No way! Uh-uh!