Post by Roan Everette on Jul 6, 2014 0:11:27 GMT
Two slender, silhouettes made their way through large wooden building in a hunched over position; hands repetitively sliding along the side of an overturned barrel of ale to make it roll. They pushed harder and faster and chased behind the barrel until they couldn't anymore due to the level of speed it had reached, and their inability to maintain their laugher any longer.
A large burly blonde walked in from the far exit of the barn, swinging it open with a hard thrust from his tree-trunk like arm. He lifted up a lantern that was being held with his free hand thinking the room would be empty and dark, but he was surprised to see that it was filled to busting with his kin.
"Hey, didn't I tell ya'll to bring the corn in? And it better be shucked already or so help me- WHAT THE HECK!?" bellowed Adelheid. It seemed he had walked in on a pick-up game of Barnyard Bowling, and it was Klaus' turn as the ball. Surprising no one. The poor guy was one of the smaller of the Donya clan, and was often shoved into the barrel if Luca or Clariee wasn't there to stick up for him.
He distinctly remembered telling his brethren that they would have company tonight, thanks entirely to their sister Clairee. He omitted that it was her decision however, as he knew that Roan wouldn't survive the entire clan treating him the same way Adelheid did at the jubilee. He hoped his sister was wise enough to pick up on it too.
The rolling barrel slammed hard into several other empty barrels. All of them fell over with a loud clatter. "STRIKE!" roared Milo and Christoph. The others hooted and hollered. Most of them at least. Uwe groaned and kicked the over-turned barrel that Klaus was locked in. Ralf, while laughing heartily, collected his winnings from Uwe... which was the rest of a half-eaten ox tongue sandwich.
"What'd I say? What'd I JUST say last night? We got EIRAL over for dinner tonight, so ya'll gon' keep things tidy, keep your chores done, get the table ready, and act like you were'nt raised in a barn!!" growled Adelheid, as a vein in his forehead began to show. This caused the others to snicker, as it was something he and their father shared. The exact same vein in the exact same point of his head would throb when angered. Having heard this from the others on multiple occasions, Adelheid decided to cover his forehead with his right palm and count to ten, which only caused his brother's to laugh even louder.
"First of all, we kinda were raised in a barn. The lot of us. Besides... he's on our turf, right bro? That means he's the one that should be on his best behavior. Not the other way around. You really want someone not to embarrass the family, go tell Sissy to stop dressin' like a dern dollymop." said Milo. Christoph nodded in agreement. "I know, right?! Smelled like a dad-gum perfume shop in the bathroom this mornin'. Who she tryin' to impress? Commander Faolan?" asked Christoph. "I thought he was knockin' down that Baroness philly?"
Both brother's were obviously lying about their sister's investment in the dinner, but anytime they ever saw or heard of their sister having any sort of interaction with a member of the opposite sex, they went into a full on teasing mode. And it was always the two of them. Like their place in the family was Resident Jerkfaces.
When they were children, Christoph and Milo were responsible for almost every bump and bruise their little sister ever got. The same for Luca. They were the mischevious ones of the family. They remained in trouble for pulling pranks at school and at home, despite rarely actually getting away with it. When Clairee found garden spiders in her hats, or cow pies under her pillows, it was Christoph. When she woke up and tried to get out of bed only to find one of her pigtails tied to her bedpost, or when she poured salt over her food, only for the top to fall off and cover the entire plate in the stuff, that was Milo. And when either of the boys wanted to test the "boys are better than girls at everything" law of the universe, they usually both aided each other in that pursuit. To no avail. It often resulted in one or both of them getting the tar kicked out of them by Clariee, Luca, or Clariee AND Luca.
Speaking of the most timid of the Donya clan, Luca stepped in behind Adelheid and looked at the destruction. "You guys... you didn't put Klaus in there again did you...?" he asked in a concerned tone as he rushed over to check on his brother.
"Come on, he likes it!" called out Ralf. "No I don't!" yelled Klaus from inside the barrel.
Adelheid shook his head and cleared his throat, having finally come down from his anger high. "Listen. Y'all are gonna clean up. I'm gonna go check on Sissy. And we're gonna have a good dinner. No PRANKS. No fightin'. No embarrassin' me. Get to work." With that, Adelheid turned around and slammed the barnyard door behind him. He let out a long sigh and proceeded back to their home to check on their sister, his worry apparent on his face. They were joking, right? Just to be sure, he made his way to Clariee's room and knocked on the door. "You decent sis?" He called and waited for a response.
-meanwhile-
Roan took a deep breath as he rummaged through his civilian clothes back at the orphanage where he grew up. He figured it was only fair of him to use some of his leave to go to dinner at the Donya household, as it would be rude of him to cancel now, and Adeheid spent a day of his own in preperation for the event. Still, he was scared senseless of what would take place.
"Okay... so what does one wear to have dinner with a comerade and his family?" Though he was talking to no one, one of Roan's own siblings (as he called his fellow orphanage patrons, despite not being related by blood) Sera, walked over and leaned over Roan's shoulder. "Oy, they're a bunch of country folk, yeah? Suppose they can't be too particular, right? Be a right shame ta be looked down on when yer the one from the big city, while they're rolling in the mud with the piglets. Wear whatever ya like luv, they shouldn't mind."
Roan nodded his head before looking up to Sera and smiling. "Thanks. You're a big help."
Sera smiled back and pat him on the shoulder before walking over to her knitting. "So... what's her name?" she asked curtly, without looking back. Roan's face paled as he turned back to the closest thing he had ever had to a sister and let his mouth fly open to respond, only the only thing he could say was "...wh-what?"
A large burly blonde walked in from the far exit of the barn, swinging it open with a hard thrust from his tree-trunk like arm. He lifted up a lantern that was being held with his free hand thinking the room would be empty and dark, but he was surprised to see that it was filled to busting with his kin.
"Hey, didn't I tell ya'll to bring the corn in? And it better be shucked already or so help me- WHAT THE HECK!?" bellowed Adelheid. It seemed he had walked in on a pick-up game of Barnyard Bowling, and it was Klaus' turn as the ball. Surprising no one. The poor guy was one of the smaller of the Donya clan, and was often shoved into the barrel if Luca or Clariee wasn't there to stick up for him.
He distinctly remembered telling his brethren that they would have company tonight, thanks entirely to their sister Clairee. He omitted that it was her decision however, as he knew that Roan wouldn't survive the entire clan treating him the same way Adelheid did at the jubilee. He hoped his sister was wise enough to pick up on it too.
The rolling barrel slammed hard into several other empty barrels. All of them fell over with a loud clatter. "STRIKE!" roared Milo and Christoph. The others hooted and hollered. Most of them at least. Uwe groaned and kicked the over-turned barrel that Klaus was locked in. Ralf, while laughing heartily, collected his winnings from Uwe... which was the rest of a half-eaten ox tongue sandwich.
"What'd I say? What'd I JUST say last night? We got EIRAL over for dinner tonight, so ya'll gon' keep things tidy, keep your chores done, get the table ready, and act like you were'nt raised in a barn!!" growled Adelheid, as a vein in his forehead began to show. This caused the others to snicker, as it was something he and their father shared. The exact same vein in the exact same point of his head would throb when angered. Having heard this from the others on multiple occasions, Adelheid decided to cover his forehead with his right palm and count to ten, which only caused his brother's to laugh even louder.
"First of all, we kinda were raised in a barn. The lot of us. Besides... he's on our turf, right bro? That means he's the one that should be on his best behavior. Not the other way around. You really want someone not to embarrass the family, go tell Sissy to stop dressin' like a dern dollymop." said Milo. Christoph nodded in agreement. "I know, right?! Smelled like a dad-gum perfume shop in the bathroom this mornin'. Who she tryin' to impress? Commander Faolan?" asked Christoph. "I thought he was knockin' down that Baroness philly?"
Both brother's were obviously lying about their sister's investment in the dinner, but anytime they ever saw or heard of their sister having any sort of interaction with a member of the opposite sex, they went into a full on teasing mode. And it was always the two of them. Like their place in the family was Resident Jerkfaces.
When they were children, Christoph and Milo were responsible for almost every bump and bruise their little sister ever got. The same for Luca. They were the mischevious ones of the family. They remained in trouble for pulling pranks at school and at home, despite rarely actually getting away with it. When Clairee found garden spiders in her hats, or cow pies under her pillows, it was Christoph. When she woke up and tried to get out of bed only to find one of her pigtails tied to her bedpost, or when she poured salt over her food, only for the top to fall off and cover the entire plate in the stuff, that was Milo. And when either of the boys wanted to test the "boys are better than girls at everything" law of the universe, they usually both aided each other in that pursuit. To no avail. It often resulted in one or both of them getting the tar kicked out of them by Clariee, Luca, or Clariee AND Luca.
Speaking of the most timid of the Donya clan, Luca stepped in behind Adelheid and looked at the destruction. "You guys... you didn't put Klaus in there again did you...?" he asked in a concerned tone as he rushed over to check on his brother.
"Come on, he likes it!" called out Ralf. "No I don't!" yelled Klaus from inside the barrel.
Adelheid shook his head and cleared his throat, having finally come down from his anger high. "Listen. Y'all are gonna clean up. I'm gonna go check on Sissy. And we're gonna have a good dinner. No PRANKS. No fightin'. No embarrassin' me. Get to work." With that, Adelheid turned around and slammed the barnyard door behind him. He let out a long sigh and proceeded back to their home to check on their sister, his worry apparent on his face. They were joking, right? Just to be sure, he made his way to Clariee's room and knocked on the door. "You decent sis?" He called and waited for a response.
-meanwhile-
Roan took a deep breath as he rummaged through his civilian clothes back at the orphanage where he grew up. He figured it was only fair of him to use some of his leave to go to dinner at the Donya household, as it would be rude of him to cancel now, and Adeheid spent a day of his own in preperation for the event. Still, he was scared senseless of what would take place.
"Okay... so what does one wear to have dinner with a comerade and his family?" Though he was talking to no one, one of Roan's own siblings (as he called his fellow orphanage patrons, despite not being related by blood) Sera, walked over and leaned over Roan's shoulder. "Oy, they're a bunch of country folk, yeah? Suppose they can't be too particular, right? Be a right shame ta be looked down on when yer the one from the big city, while they're rolling in the mud with the piglets. Wear whatever ya like luv, they shouldn't mind."
Roan nodded his head before looking up to Sera and smiling. "Thanks. You're a big help."
Sera smiled back and pat him on the shoulder before walking over to her knitting. "So... what's her name?" she asked curtly, without looking back. Roan's face paled as he turned back to the closest thing he had ever had to a sister and let his mouth fly open to respond, only the only thing he could say was "...wh-what?"