trans_9 | In which the former queen relocates [closed]

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In which the former queen relocates [closed]

Arika stands at the front of the Jedi Temple, a bag of undergarments in one hand, and the other relaxed at her side. She is dressed in the outfit that Rein had made for her, looking at the temple with a somewhat intrigued, and yet sedated, expression. The structure is familiar, if only in the building techniques, and for a brief moment, she remembers Ostia, and the magic world, and she feels a small ache.

But that is gone as quickly as it had come. She does not have much effort to miss her old home. She has her son now. She has that part of her that she'd had to leave behind for his own safety. Negi requires all her attention and affection. The motherly affection that he'd been deprived of as a child.

Arika shifts on her feet, her low heels making click click sounds against the ground. She waits exactly where Negi told her to wait for him -- right in front of the temple. She assumes that this way, he won't have to go far to look for her in the city.

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Katara decided it might be a good idea to go and help Negi's mother get settled in her new home. She decided that it would also be a good thing to ignore what she was feeling when it came to him, if only because she knew that mother mad son must have missed each other. After getting the information from Negi, Katara found Arika in front of the Jedi temple.

"Hi!" Katara said. "I really like your outfit! If its okay with you, I figured I'd take you over to the W.I.T.C.H. bus!"

Arika turns her head towards the young girl. She's not quite smiling, but there is a friendly demeanor to the former Queen. "That is appropriate. Thank you, Katara."

Appropriate? She wasn't sure if she could call it that, but at least she had some time to get to know the person that was Negi's mom.

"I could carry your clothes if you want. It's nice to finally meet you! Negi's...really been through a lot here and I'm sure that you'll meet a lot of people who really care about him."

"Ah, sorry I'm late!" exclaimed Negi, running out from the bus and finally properly clothed for once in a hooded shirt and shorts that went to his lower thigh. "Sorry mother, Oneesama, I was borrowing clothing from Matt. Rein-chan pranked me again."

"What have you done to earn her ire?" Arika brings her son to her side and smooths back his hair. "You are not late. Katara was telling me that you have made many friends aboard this ship." She rubs Negi's cheek with her thumb in a silent 'I am proud of you' gesture of motherly affection.

Katara giggled. "Nothing. Rein is just very spirited. For some reason, she likes dressing Negi up in...well, interesting outfits. Looks like Matt has good taste, Negi!"

She had to, at this point, give Negi a hug. It was really going to be tough not having Negi around as much, so she wanted to at least make sure he and his mom were comfortable.

Showered with affection, Negi could only make the equivalent of a squeaky toy noise as he was hugged by Katara and rubbed by his mom. Both women enjoyed his company and he was still sort of flaily about it.

"Ah, yeah true enough," murmured Negi as he was squeezed in Katara's hug. "Rein does have a lot of spirit."

Arika nods in agreement. "She certainly does."

Briefly, she thinks of Nagi. He'd certainly carried much "spirit" and his reserves were almost inexhaustible, until she found certain parts in which he was a little low in energy for. Rein, however, seems much more patient than Nagi ever was, but still, just as Negi had said, "a lot of spiriti".

Konoka peered outside, after hearing somebody talk to Negi. Curiosity getting the better of her, she stepped outside, only to see Negi talking to...

"Arika-han? Are you Negi-kun's mom?" She asked, her eyes alight with mirth and wonder.

Cool, it was Konoka! Katara smiled, glad to have the cheerful girl here today.

"Yup, she is! we're going to help her get moved into the W.I.T.C.H. bus!"

Arika looks upon the newcomer, appraising her with a slightly arched brow, and somewhat-version of a smile, though partially sedated. To the child's question, she answers, "Yes, I am Negi's mother."

"Ah, mother this is Konoka Konoe, my student from Mahora Academy," said Negi by way of introduction. "Konoka, mother of course."

"Hello," Konoka gave a respectful bow. "It's nice to meet you. I've always wondered what Negi-kun's parents must be like." She was still in a lot of awe, but being an energetic girl, she hid it well behind her usual formalities.

"And now, you know," Arika says simply to the girl.

Hmm. Katara was going to have to find a way around Arika's lack of...communication skills. It had a tendency to kill a conversation fairly quickly.

"Oh that reminds me Konoka! You should see Irma's room on the bus. It's a great place to meditate! You too, Queen Arika, if you meditate."

Konoka stared blankly at Arika's reaction. Unlike Negi-kun, she was quite taciturn...

...but... "Meditate? ...does that help my magic somehow?" She asked. She knew what meditation was, but she really had not thought about it in terms of her magic.

"It does help focus a little," admitted Negi. "Though martial arts is more for that kind of thing than anything else."

He knew that his mother was a little short with words, but he chalked it up to her being a little unused to being around people that involved her son. Him. "We should show the rooms now. Get mother settled in."

Arika nods her head, then moves towards the bus. "And once I have put away my things, perhaps I can make you children a proper meal." She puts her hand on the door handle and pulls it down and back, opening the door wide. "It is the least that I can do for all the help you are giving."

The main course of her life after having to leave Negi behind, was that she needed to not be found out. Keeping to herself. Keeping her head down. Making sure no one could spot her. It seems to have left behind a print. But then, she is only just getting used to being around so many people.

Katara nodded. "Well, for my skill, its pretty important. But I honestly think any kind of real fighting needs focus, a clear mind. That's where meditation comes in handy. At one point on the ship, there was a time where we were attacked by a nightmare creature who brought all of our dreams to life on the ship. If I hadn't been able to keep focus, we would have been attacked by the firebenders of my nightmares."

Katara nodded in agreement to what Negi was saying though. She was sure that he older woman would find the W.I.T.C.H. bus accommodating. In her way, she;d have to stop thinking this would be an end for her and Negi: she would always visit him, and her door would always be open. As for food...well, she wouldn't say no to something she'd never had before

Konoka smacked a fist into her palm, finally understanding. "I see!" Meditation would make it easier for her to bring out and control her powers, and that could always help!

And then Arika discussed making food--she hadn't cooked in a while, but it sounded like something she wanted to help with. "I can cook! Let me help!" She chirped.

"The kitchen is always open," said Negi as he stepped back into the bus and held out the door for everyone. "The guest suites are down the hall. It's a little bigger than the dorm rooms but they're for visitors than anything else."

He rubbed his head. "I thought you'd like one of them mother so I got one ready."

Arika smiles softly at her child, following him into the bus, and, once inside, reaching out with her hand and smoothing back Negi's messy red tresses, saying, "That is quite thoughtful, Negi. Thank you."

Katara was inclined to follow (being one that was helping Arika out with the bags) but more specifically because if Konoka and Arika were going to be cooking, Katara wanted to watch. She knew how to make food, but a lot of that was mostly in the Southern Water Tribe, so you made do with what you had. That didn't always leave a lot of room for versatility.

Konoka, on the other hand, was raised to be a perfect girl for whoever may land her as a bride, though it was looking quite fast as Setsuna being that victor if her affection was the judge. She couldn't wait to see what Arika was capable of in the kitchen.

"C'mon!" She said, trying to eagerly usher everyone inside.

Negi chuckled as his hair was smoothed down as he led the group into the room nearby, leading into a room with a queen sized bed with the covers all neatly made. There was a nice homey feel to it, and Negi had set up the room so that it looked similar to a high arched cabin room similar to Evangeline's cabin.

"Here we go," said Negi.

Arika steps into the room and suddenly feels very much at home. She now knows what Negi meant by "he got one ready". It has been especially prepared for her arrival. She sets down her bag of things by the door and walks to the bed. It isn't anything like the bed that she would sleep in back home in the magic world, but then, that home is gone. And here with her son and his friends, is her new home.

She takes a seat upon the edge of the bed.

"This is very accomodating."

She was glad that Arika thought so, though she was definitely a little curious about her now too. Arika's demeanor was like a few adults she'd met on her world" guarded, quiet. She was sure that under different circumstances, sh would have reacted warmly to her son looking out for her despite his young age. There had to be something more to her.

"Is there anything else we can do for you?"

Konoka too, found her mother curious. She was aware of Arika's story... well most of it, after she got free, but after that still evaded her. Scooting ever so subtly over to Katara, she also echoed the girl's sentiments. "Anything at all? We can help!"

She wasn't sure when she needed to extract the girl to the side, but she kept close for when that opportunity needed to happen.

"Please mother?" asked Negi, turning wide eyes at her, trying his best attempt at intentional puppy dog eyes. "They can help out and you could tell them your story too!"

Arika is not sure what to say to answer to the two persistent girls, but her attention is easily stolen away but the antics of her son. She narrows her brow slightly, a look of slight bemusement upon her regal features, prepared to tell him that his father had used that tactic many a time with her before, and each time the tactic had failed...

But instead, she lightly brushes back her long hair with her fingers from her shoulders, and nods her head. "All right. They may help me learn more about this ship that we live upon."

She folds her hands in her lap. "And then, I will tell you children about the antics of Negi's father."

Katara nodded. If there was something that she knew a bit about, thanks to all of the time she'd been here, it was the ship.

"It depends a lot on where you want to go. For research on things of different planets and general knowledge, the best place to go is the Media Library. As far as simulating experiences, places, things that you used to know, you'll want to go down to the Sensoriums: they can take extract anything from your memory and make you relive it again. If you're looking for one of the few places Stacy can't touch but you can still fall upon just about anything, you'll want to go down to the City. It's the biggest place on the ship, ad all of the things in it we still haven't completely explored yet. There are other places too-hydroponics, where all kinds of alien animals and plants grow, the mess hall where you can have that disgusting slop, weapons and possessions where you can recover lost items. There are a lot of thing around the ship we don't really know about, and until a few months, Stacy wasn't willing to tell us."

Most of this information was actually new to Konoka as well--as a matter of fact, she needed to get a move on!

However, she was looking forward to Negi's father. "I look forward to it!" She smiled brightly at the woman.

"Father's antics?" Negi's eyes were shining with the possibility of new information on his father acted. There was so little that he could read on him that wasn't official.

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