The Masked J&#x27;avo

#weeps softly the babies #Prikriti #Pri #Nemio #Mark

*melts*

MY SONS ;___;

>>Peeps.

#ooc

Bring Your Children to Work Day

"You can’t be-" serious was the word for the situation. The Virtuous Lady Orphanage? J’avo. Was all of it a very elaborate facade? It couldn’t be. Mark wasn’t that type of clever to build a surprise facade like this.

She refrained from telling him he had adopted two infected children. It was not possible for infants to succumb to the infection and live. It took a fully developed body and mind to live past flash point. Yet there they were, shambling towards her and calling her…

"I’m not your mother,” she said, giving them each a good hard look. However wrong that may have been to say, she didn’t want them- didn’t want the inconvenience of child-monsters. Self-assurance. A better woman would’ve extended her arms, but she sat on her heels and just watched them.

They were so familiar. But she’d seen so many infected.

"Mark. How long will you have them here for?"

As much as he would have been happier to see her respond more warmly to the boys, he wasn’t offended by her response. He had expected something along those lines. On the other hand, she kept bunnies, so he knew that she had a soft spot somewhere underneath her curt businessy exterior. “I had planned on until lunch at least, but depending on what we’ve got going on here and what my duties are I was hoping they could spend the entire day here.”

Mark paused, trying to rearrange words in his head for a few seconds before remembering that the boys were too young to take offense if he was talking about them. “I’ll be keeping a close eye on them and wouldn’t take them anywhere they could cause too much trouble. Aside from showing them what we do here at work I was hoping that I could. If I would be able to….”

Spit it out before she gets upset. The sting half sounded like it was his boss’s voice, and he winced internally and the words came flooding out.

"I think it would help them growing up to have seen some positive role models with their….condition. I know that kids are mostly merciless when it comes to teasing people who are different and the only thing that changes as you grow up is that adults can be a little more subtle about how they express it but if they had met our guys who are doing good and helping people they would have that positive image to help shrug that off with."

The taller of the two was also generally the more docile. He had sensed the other orphanage kids’ fear of Pri and himself so he just tried to keep his distance. Most of the ‘mothers’ there just assumed that the child was mute considering his lack of speech around others. It was only when he was alone with his friend that he would talk.

To say that a lot had changed since then because of his time with Mark would be an understatement. It was quite a surprise for them to learn that the child was Russian and had been picking up little bits of English while he was there.

The small smile directed toward Prikriti fell at Carla’s words. Eyes turned back to her and he adopted a small frown. He hadn’t been sure if ‘mother’ would have been the right word but hearing it from Pri had instilled a small glimmer of hope.

Little fingers reached to take hold of his brother’s hand in a small act of support. He didn’t really take it too personally, though, and just listened to Mark talk. At least he still seemed excited about them being there and Nemio was still very curious about the place.

Most of what was being said went over his head and only a few words stuck out to the little infected, one in particular because of the hesitation before it was said. He would have to ask Mark later what ‘condition’ meant.

#I don't even know anymore #but here you go #sadjavo #markzris #carlaradames

The small j'avo gives a small hiss-like sputter at the denial of a motherly figure. Either way, he turns away from Carla and just looks at Nemio who now holds his hand. He feels a tad feverish due to the abrupt spike in his emotion--anger, really--towards her negative words. Not getting what he wanted, more like it, and Prikriti did not take no for an answer very well most of the time.

He squeezes Nemio's hand, an action which would hurt another child normally but for another infected it was nothing to worry about. "Ginh sih haih.. ngh-wuih..." The words are very low, mostly to where his 'brother' would hear. Although Pri also knows that Nemio doesn't really understand him when he speaks Cantonese, he tries to fix it with his own broken English. "... Not... know. Is," a long pause as he tries to think of the word, "fault."

Mark's words mean little to the small child and he ignores his little speech. In fact the j'avo is more interested in exploration and potentially getting into trouble. The thought of making a mess is always something on his mind, and with little discipline in such actions it is likely that he will do just that. Once away from Carla, that is.

He pries his hand from Nemio's and points up at Mark with a finger extended. Some sort of non-sensical babbling comes out of his mouth before he moves to scurry behind the taller man and towards the exit. Luckily he doesn't know where he's going so as soon as he reaches the door, he turns around and at least waits for Nemio to follow him or for Mark to come as well. Impatient little guy.

Bring Your Children to Work Day

She stared, not believing what she was seeing, and processing exactly what to say was a challenge. She had plenty of questions, but very few of them she thought he could answer with complete lucidity. He had yet to understand the true purpose of Vitruvian Biotics, or the reality of these two… infants.

"Where did you find them?"

The Million Dollar Question.

They acted, surprisingly, like young children. There was no noticeable aggression.

Carla bent her knees, cup in hand, to look at them. The chaste greetings- they had intelligence without the inflamed temperament?

Between taking a sip of coffee and smearing her pink dollbaby lips on the paper cup, she murmured, “Hello.”

"The Virtuous Lady Justine orphanage. They didn’t really have any information on where these guys came from. I was passing by and saw someone trying to carry too much in the door, so I helped them through and spent a few minutes in there and," Mark glanced down at his charges, "I guess I got attached pretty fast. The orphanage was really speedy as far as getting the paperwork turned around, and now I have two….two sons."

Nemio turned to look at his ‘brother’ and accepted his Glava-Smeck doll with a large smile and a, “спасибо!” chittered happily.

But when Carla greeted them back he turned his head back quickly to stare at her. There was something about her that was just drawing him in. Small shoes tapped on the floor as the little one took another step towards her curiously as he couldn’t figure out what it was, “..met ‘fore?”

The familiarity was confusing and it was getting the better of his shyness. “… …Довольно.”

#markzris #carlaradames #sadjavo #baby J'avo

If anyone had the temperament of the C-Virus it was Prikriti, though in such a docile environment without many triggers he did seem quite tame so far. He acted well around Nemio most of the time, or at least he was usually distracted by him... They had been kept in separate rooms from other children in the orphanage.

They probably thought they had a weird disease that no one was willing to pay to fix and secluded them. Not to mention that Pri generally did not get along with other children--of the normal, human variety. He often got in trouble for physically hurting people or animals, or taking toys and breaking them on accident. But he loved juice.

Through the paper mask he had he stared at Carla as well. When Nemio stepped forward he followed, and-- through feeling the general mindset of the other infected--gave a most curious sound to accent the Russian he spoke. "Ah ma?" A hand reaches up to scratch under the mask, moving it to be more askew on his face.

Bring Your Children to Work Day

Carla was a woman of refined, powerful expressions, never flaky- her emotions were the one thing about her that she never did lie about. It was plain on her face. The brooding, stern businesswoman side of her was caught hot in her throat.

Babies. Not just babies- little… pudgy… J’avo. The tyke in a paper mask squashing a Glava Smech made her eyes bulge and the better part of the cat to bite her tongue. For once, Carla had zero idea what to say, completely incredulous. Was what she was seeing real? Impossible.

Infants died when they were exposed to Chrysalid.

How in the hell?

Her eyes all but bugged out of her head and she scooted to the edge of the couch.

"… You brought children."

Kind of children. Almost children. She looked around Mark’s legs at them, perplexed. Her coffee steamed on the table by itself.

"Yes ma’am. Two of them. The latest additions to my little family." Mark’s proud smile was bright, even considering his normal bubbly personality. "They both were really excited to hear about what their…" Mark choked back the word a little. His eyes misted a little and he looked down at the two kids hiding behind his legs. "I guess I’m still not entirely used to the idea yet. Their….father. They wanted to know what I do at work."

Mark reached down and patted both of them on the head in turn. “This one is named Nemio, and this is Prikriti. Guys, can you say hello to Miss Ivanova?”

Six eyes would bounce from Mark to Carla rapidly and out of synch as he listened to their conversation. At the prompting from his papa, Nemio creeped a little further around the leg he was hiding behind. His little feet would shuffle a bit at a time until he had to let go of the pant leg with one of his hands.

His little mittened hand fidgeted and fussed with the hem of his shirt as he worked up his courage, “Pri-Privet! ..” The little J’avo looked up to Mark and then back to Miss Ivanova, “N-Nem..’s my name..” Mumble, mumble, fuss, stare at shoes.

#Hover translation #sadjavo #markzris #carlaradames #baby J'avo

Strange indeed that they were children, but here they were. Infected, certainly, with the virus and while it was less noticeable on Prikriti due to his mask covering all eight of his individual eyes, his skin was still very hot to the touch and constantly "had a fever." None of the eyes could focus in the same place, so his vision was generally bad unless only a select couple were used for the sole purpose of guidance. The mask was very helpful in that respect.

Upon being patted on the head, the tiny j'avo clutches the plush tighter. Dingy fingers grip the fabric tight, and they still have the abnormal strength because of the virus. Luckily Mark had yet to really be victim of that... Hugs were not something Pri did.

"Hahng'wúih," he mumbles from behind the mask, muffled and a bit difficult to hear despite it being in Cantonese. At least he has some form of manners.

He stays behind Mark until he notices Nemio moving forward a bit. The small child circles around to be behind the other j'avo and nudges the doll into his hands.

Bring Your Children to Work Day

She kicked back in the employee lounge just behind the reception desk- used typically by the select few living employees- since J’avo seemed to have no interest in the new Keurig. Occupied by two squeaking leather couches with matching ottomans and a minature table, it wasn’t the “looker” of the facility. All the money for construction was pumped into thousands of dollars worth of security and bulletproof glass.

It was the lived in room and she was the sole person that chose to live in it. Carla popped the top of a paper cup- tea for the headaches Advil didn’t cure.

She put her lips on the cup.

Heard skittering feet. Tiny feet, bubbling language.

"… What the hell?"

Kids. Who in god’s name would bring kids in here?

Mark.

She groaned.

“Mark,” she called.

"Yes Nem, this is where Mark works," Mark smiled, "Vitruvian Biotics. We make medicines here."

Mark’s attention was grabbed by his boss calling him. “That’s Miss Ivanova, my boss. Don’t be scared, she tends to sound a little mean sometimes, but she’s a good person. She wouldn’t have started a company to help people otherwise.” Mark got up and motioned for the two to follow him. “Come on, I’ll introduce you two.”

Mark entered the break room, stood up proudly, and with a bright smile replied, “Yes boss?”

His mouth was agape in amazement, such a big name and big place. And Mark was making medicine! He helped people get better so he must be really important.

Nem’s attention was stolen by the extra voice and was very interested in meeting Mark’s boss. Her name was a lot easier for him to pronounce then some of the others he has had to learn, “Miz Ivanova is med’cine lady, too?”

A small hand reached up and took hold of Mark’s fingers. When they entered the room however, he took to hiding behind his leg, only peeking out to catch glimpses of the pretty lady.

#carlaradames #markzris #sadjavo #Baby J'avo

The small Chinese j'avo holds onto the arm of Nem's Glava Smech plush doll, having been holding it so he didn't get his hands on something sharp and dangerous instead. He looks around some more and follows after Mark and Nemio when they enter the next room.

Pri doesn't even try to say her name, or even say hello at all really. Mouth gapes from behind his plate mask though, brightly painted in oranges and reds with fingerpaints probably right before they made the trip to work.

He scampers ahead of Mark and Nem, stands awkwardly with Glava Smech between them and Miss Ivanova, and then quickly scuttles around to hide behind Mark's other leg.

Bring Your Children to Work Day

Mark opened the door to the lobby that served as his office and ushered the two children inside. Mark bent down and fussed over them a bit, making sure they hadn’t somehow found a way to get dirty in the short walk from the car.

"Okay, today we’re going to be seeing where I work. Best behavior, alright? We’ll have a movie night if things go well."

It didn’t look like there was anyone else around the office today just yet, but he knew that wouldn’t last long.

Six wide, fascinated eyes turned this way and that as they entered the new place. The thought of a movie night had him nodding his head but he was more absorbed with the size of the facility. Little Nemio looked up to Mark as he brushed off his coat for him, “Markie. this where work, da?”

#markzris #SadJavo #Baby J'avo

In came running the tiny Prikriti, who was about the same size as the little Nemio but couldn't speak as well due to his normal dialect. Butchered English and Cantonese were mixed together as he trotted in with Nem, looking around through the poorly-cut out eye holes of his paper plate mask. He still liked his arts-and-crafts. When Mark stops them to check on them, he listens although he looks like he's not paying attention at all, still looking around and wondering what all he could get into without getting into trouble.

my J'avo baby, Pri

#doodles #J'avo #Prikriti

>>So I may or may not have been in the background of my twin's photo.

>>Zacharie photobombing Zacharie? I think so.

>>I would like to know who my twin was, they were pretty cool. Plus we did mask smooches.

#MUN #cosplay stuff

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