Sith’s Pocket (Underground Recreational Room)

With a group full of kids, it's only fair to have an extra-special game room separate from the "living room". Magically-refurbished broken down gaming systems of arcade and in-home varieties aplenty can be found here, as well as a makeshift billiard table, air hockey, and a darts board or two. A small indoor pool lines the back wall and is kept sanitary via a magical filter. One assumes that it was once used for something altogether different than swimming.

Take a break from the chaotic stresses of the outside world! Perhaps you'll even be challenged to a game or two...

Ewan and Ean McKevin sat quietly inside Sith's Pocket. Both boys looked far from bored, but it was fairly obvious that they were not doing anything...save maybe thinking.

Ewan finally stood up from the floor and walked over to the pool, trailing his fingers in the water.
"Its my turn, Ean." he remarked, as if they had been arguing for hours over something. Ean shook his head, rising as well.
"You had it last week. I want to hold onto it one more day." Their voices were identical as well as the way they spoke. Had it not been for a fall down the steps, which had left Ean with a scar on his cheek, the twin's own mother, had she been alive, would not have been able to tell them apart.
"Fine, but I get to hold it one more day, when its my turn." Edwin returned. Ean smiled nodding.

Michelle Blackwood did not feel like studying. Nor did she feel like eating, or sleeping, or writing, or most any other verb ending in -ing. Except perhaps walking, which she was doing at the moment. But it was a required task to get her mind off of repeatedly trying to recall memories she'd been much too young to retain...

Memories of her parents.

She had a few memories, most of them music-filled, but she really wished she could remember more. It wore at her mind and tore at her very soul. Her godfather, Horatio McKevin, had been able to tell her some stories about her parents - particularly her father - and it was the memory of hearing these stories directly from him that she cherished.

Coming upon the Sith's Pocket, Michelle had to giggle at the name. Though she'd been told it meant Peace Haven, she couldn't help but think of the reference to the Muggle film series Star Wars. Though, the Sith in those movies didn't seem interested in peace at all.

They were almost as bad as the people they were hiding from, now that the little twelve-year-old thought about it...

Without another thought on the topic, Michelle pulled open the door and walked in. Her countenance brightened exponentially upon seeing her god-siblings: Ewan and Ean McKevin. Michelle knew that though she didn't share the name that she was just as much a part of the family. Seeing them there, she didn't feel quite so alone. They always seemed to have a positive impact on her, even when they were deadly serious...

"Get to hold what for another day, Ewan?" Michelle asked, wondering what sort of a conversation she'd just walked in on.


Hmm... 'talking' had that dratted suffix, too.

She decided she'd make an exception there. Talking was nice. Talking was good.

Godfather Horatio loved to talk............

Ewan and Ean both turned to smile at Michelle. "Hold onto to this." Ean muttered. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small vial with a lock of wavy blonde hair in it.
"Haven't we ever showed you this before?" Ewan asked. Apparently they hadn't.

"This is all that is left of our mother. This and our wands." Ean muttered, caught for a moment in a sad moment. Ewan shrugged.

Her musings about her godfather vanished for now as Ean retrieved the vial. At his question, she shook her head. She had seen them pass some sort of object between themselves, but never really gave it a thought before.

Michelle's eyes widened and looked between Ean and the lock of hair in the bottle. "Godmother Lenty?" she asked, though who else could it be? The girl's countenance told the boys they needn't respond to that as it wasn't really a question. Even for her young age, the little girl didn't think there was any need for words.

It was clear everyone missed their loved ones terribly.

Without another word, Michelle slung an arm around both boys. If she didn't have their imaginary "cooties" by now, she never would.


((hope it's okay for her to call Eglantine 'Godmother Lenty' ))

((Yeah, that sounds like something Horatio would say, so I'm fine with it =)))

Ewan sniffed, but there were no tears in his eyes. They had all been cried the night before into his pillow. Ean, however, was more soft-hearted. Several tears leaked down his cheeks and he hurriedly wiped them away.

"Do you remember your Mum?" Ewan asked, not pulling away from Michelle, but stuffing his hands into his pockets. Ean too looked at her, curiosity burning in his green orbs.

((Okay, cool! ^_^))

Michelle blinked away her own tears at Ewan's sniff, though missed a few upon taking a sideways glance at Ean. When asked the question, Michelle glanced to both younger boys and glanced down.

"Not much... I remember there almost always being music, though," she explained, smiling faintly at the brief snippet talking about her parents had brought to mind. Michelle sniffed, releasing Ewan just long enough to wipe off the stray tears that had surfaced.

"Your mama played something? Or was that your da?" Ean asked. Ewan gently pulled away from Michelle and Ean to sit beside the pool.

"Da had this moving picture of her playing a harp. Remember that, Ean?" Ewan asked, still looking at the water. "It got buried with him...Edwin thought he'd want it, since Mama is buried in France." Ean nodded.

"I... I think they both played something," Michelle replied, brows furrowing in an attempt to pinpoint the instrument. "Da played guitar and sang... I remember mama holding me on her lap once..." A stab of pain flowed through her at the fact she was only able to remember shapes and bodies rather than faces. Pictures helped, but it just wasn't the same.

"There was piano music, too... but I never seen da play it," she added in a much softer voice.


"Your Da said Godmama Lenty played harp... I bet it sounded really pretty!" Michelle offered, trying to divert this conversation from something sad to something happier.

Ewan looked at Michelle, his face solemn. "I never heard it." he stated flatly. Ean refused to let his brother's comment continue to steer the conversation.
"Yeah, Da said it was pretty and I believe him." he smiled as if the memory was playing it in his mind.

"She couldn't play very often, Ean. Remember, her hands usually shook." Ewan for some reason didn't want to be happy or hold a cheerful conversation. Giving up, Ean sat down, hugging his knees to his chest.

Michelle searched Ewan's solemn face with her green eyes and then nodded. Of course he hadn't heard it. Not even she had. Perhaps that wasn't exactly the right thing to say...

She couldn't help but smile at Ean's reply. It was good to see some light still existed in the dark world in which they found themselves, though Michelle hadn't quite thought of it on those terms.

Green eyes looked to the floor again when Michelle heard why her Godmother - the twins' mother - couldn't play. If the twelve-year-old didn't know any better she'd say Ewan was either 1) in a bad mood or 2) depressed. But, really: who here wouldn't be? Edan aside, of course: he always seemed cheerful in most circumstances.

Torn between the two boys that were very much like brothers to her, Michelle glanced between the them but eventually decided to kneel beside Ean, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"Have Tav and Val said anything lately? About what we're supposed to be doing now?" she asked, her tone subdued.

Ewan ignored her question, too caught up in his own thought to reply. Leaning his head against Michelle's shoulder, Ean sniffed back a few tears.

"I don't remember them saying anything. What time is it?" it was a well-known and often joked about piece of information that neither of the twins ever wore watches.

Rossa walked inside, and she spotted the twins with Michelle and Ean looked close to tears.

She looked at them in concern, but answered the question she had over heard "it is nearly lunch time.." she said as she titled her head.

"Is something the matter?" she asked softly.

Ean hurriedly wiped at his eyes, rising to his feet. "No, just talking." he sniffed. Ewan nodded in agreement with his brother.
"Thanks Michelle." they both said in unison, something they didn't do as often as they had done when younger.

Rossa walked in to Sith's Pocket merely becuase it was the room here feet had taken her. She had dreamed of her parents again, and it seemed so real. She was the age she was now and she was talking to them. They told her they weren't dead, and they were safe, they could be a family again. With Edan and Tav there, aswell as well as her grandparents it all seemed so perfect. Until she woke up that was, she woke up right when she gave into her hope.

She held her fathers only poetry book in her hand, however try as she might she couldn't bring herself to read it... everytime she read the words she heard his voice. When normally this comforted her, it only cased tears to come to her eyes and made her vision blurry.

Unable to read she lay on the couch, and let her self cry... Why couldn't her dreams ever leave her alone? When they were alive she saw them die, when they were dead she saw them alive...

"It like they haunt me...." she whispered.

Tav had been headed toward the recreational room, intent on relaxing with a good apple and book, when he noticed Rossa already in the room and heard her words.

"It like they haunt me...."

The words cut at him. His dear little sister... hurting so badly from the absence of what any child required... her parents. And not only had she lost her parents, but she had lost her grandparents as well.

He had been young when his mother had died... And only through his father's constant joy in the things about him and his constant attention, had kept him from longing to join her in death.
And then Kiara's arrival into their lives had completed the feeling of safety...

Rossa didn't have that. Both of her parents had been roughly torn from her only moments apart. Her grandmother had died tragically years before and her grandfather, try as he might have to live longer, had eventually succumbed to death as well... now she had no joyful father to lift her above her deceased mother... no silent widowed mother to help her through her father's death... no gentle grandmother to gently sing away the nightmares...no grandfather to wink at her and roll the clouds away...
She had only him and Edan...which wasn't saying much.

Tav had tried his best to always be there for his siblings... but he had found that the harder he tried, the less brotherly he became... finally he had begun to back away, afraid of becoming too much like a father and destroying the memory of his father with a false feeling of one.
Edan for all his pranks, jokes and humour held deeper pain than anyone could ever guess. Hidden beneath the smiles and goofy expressions... he was so much like his grandfather.
And Tav saw that Rossa, despite the fact that they were very different, held much in common with Edan... a silent griever...alone in her tears.

Finally he entered the room, setting The Once and Future King down on the floor and kneeling in front of the couch.

"Rose so sweet in times of rain-
Your tears are a gentle soft refrain,
And your ardent petals droop before
They pave the way to Heaven's door." he whispered, a poem Ciaran, their father had made for Rossa for when she was sad or hurt.

Rossa gasped at first when Tav suddenly appeared, and quickly went to wipe away her tears, even though stray ones continued to fall.

She sat there for a moment and closed her eyes as if hearing her father repeating the words her brother had just said.

"I saw them.... everyone, alive and all seemed so.... real I.." she trialed off and sighed trying to push her tears back down.

"Why is it Tav, when they were alive... most nights I dreamt of them dieing? at then when I woke up I could be happy it was only a dream, and they were there alive" she said fustration clear in her voice.

"Now... when they are dead... I see them alive, happy and talking....I....Tav what is wrong with me" she whispered as tears continued down her face.

This was the first time she had told any one about her nightly dreams since her parents died, mainly because she didn't want hurt her brothers, but at that moment she couldn't deal with it anymore... she felt like she was going crazy.

Tav said nothing as he sat beside her on the couch, gathering her into his arms. Tears filled his own eyes as he thought over her words.
"I can't explain it, Rossa." he murmured. "But there is nothing wrong with you. You just care too much."

"Care to much? Tav... I see 'em alive every night, it feels as real as this moment right now...." she said as lean in her older brothers shoulder.

"Care to much.... How can I not, everytime I wake up it's like they died all ovrer again.

Tav was silent. So many possible answers tumbled about in his mind, none of them fitting, none of them making sense...
"Rossa..." he murmured. "This will change." He pulled away from her, looking into her eyes.
"We are going to change it, Rossa. They are going to live. Everyone."

Rossa looked at him wide eyed, Did that mean what she thought it meant? "Ya have decided then? We're going back, Ta change it?" she asked, as small light of hope in her eyes had flared back to life.

"When?"

Tav smiled softly, happy to see the small flair of hope in her eyes. "As soon as we can make it happen...soon."
The planning would take the longest... the general approval of who was to go would not be difficult.

(( Oops forgot about this XD... oh hey while I remember want me to make Tav son's profile? Caleb I think? Talk to me in chat when you get this lol since it was decided we were shareing him I held off on making anything for him.. ))

Rossa sighed and nodded before hugging Tav again, she missed talking with her older brother like this. Surely he knew she enjoyed his company, one of the few people besides Demyan and Val who cheered her up on the inside. Edan, she loved him, however he...always made everything a joke, there were times it bothered her, when it seemed fake.

But then again she could only guess how much Tav him self hurt, being the oldest in the Keep alone with Val, Tav had suffered to...a lot she imagined. She and Edan had him to turn to.. much like what she was doing that very moment. Who did Tav have to turn to for comfort? Poor Kaylie died in a purger battle protecting another, herself.. The horible guilt built up inside her again.. even though she wasn't completely Depressed anymore, she never did quite get over the guilt. A tear went down her face again wishing not for the first time it had been she who died in the purger attack and not Kaylie.

Her nephew was only 3 years old and needed Tav's attention and love.

She worried for her brother sometimes, so she was glad to hear plans to fix their dark situation were underway.

"I miss just talking like this" she whispered before sighing again.

"So I told ya why I am up so late... what are you doing up?" she asked.