Omigosh, mine too! From age 2 to age 10, I've watched VeggieTales. What? Ha, ha, ha, no I don't watch VeggieTales with my three younger siblings even now. Okay, fine I might.😁😁😁
xD The classic VeggieTales is too good a show to quit watching.
He shrugged. "Sure." While wary of drinking something that may not have from his world, he was curious to see what magic potion tasted like.
She handed him the little bottle, saying. "Just a sip will do. Drink too much, well..." She smiled grimly. "The results aren't pretty."
Pushing away a nagging feeling of uneasiness, he lifted the bottle to his lips and took a sip. The bright red liquid was cold, yet burned down his throat, and he gagged. The taste was tart, and yet had a sweet touch to the mixture. It wasn't a pleasant drink, but it wasn't too bad, either. Though his stomach turned when the stuff hit the natural acid of his body.
"It'll take a few minuets to work." She returned to bandaging Cole's head, and he allowed himself to relax. He closed his eyes and ignored his churning stomach, instead focusing his attention on the sound of birds singing and chattering up in the treetops, while faint afternoon sun fell in warm, soft rays through the canopy of leaves.
Opening his eyes, he said. "Matilda..."
"Mm?"
"Right when you were pricked by that poison...You looked at me and said..." His voice drifted off.
She scowled at him impatiently. "Well?"
He took a deep breath. "...You said that I looked just like my mother."
There was a deathly silence. Matilda's fingers froze in handling the bandages. Phillip gazed warily from where he sat while his sister paused with one hand still in her hair. A couple of birds even fell silent, as if they too felt the tension in the air.
Matilda's response was quiet. "Well...I suppose you resemble your mother somehow, whether though physical features or personal attributes. Everyone has their parents' traits, it's completely normal."
Cole turned around to face her and scowled. "Don't play dumb!" He snapped. "I know you know more than you're willing to admit, now tell the truth! Did you, or did you not know my mom? If so, why keep that little fact to yourself?!"
I bet she's his mom!!! Now, maybe she's Misako's sister! Or maybe I've run out of guess!
Almond-brown eyes met dark forest green. Though Matilda was scowling at Cole, he saw a flicker of something...Sad. No, not sad...Somber? It was hard to tell, her expression was nearly unreadable. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Then she did a deep sigh, and blinked.
"There are somethings that I keep to myself, and I keep them for a reason."
Cole glared at her, not liking where this was going. He was starting to get sick of her secrets, especially since one of them concerned his mom. He wasn't a stupid kid, he was nearly an adult! He felt patronized and left in the dark, and he did not like it.
Before he could retort, she continued. "Whatever connection I had with your mother is something I'd rather not reveal now...I'd prefer to tell that particular story to you when you're older--Don't you look at me like that, boy! For while you are old enough to make your own decisions and reach your potential, I will not reveal my secrets to you until you are ready."
He felt anger bubbling up inside. Who was she to decide what he could or couldn't do?! What, he wasn't mature enough?! He ran off to fend for himself, traversed across the treacherous Yokai mountains before he met her, and fought off a number of dangerous bandits and thugs by himself! For crying out, he makes all the other guys at school look like wimps! He was a fierce fighter, and he knew it.
He leaned forward and hissed. "You may have saved my skin back there, but you still owe me--Mmph!" He gritted his teeth when a peculiar, itching feeling ran up his body and tingled wherever there was a cut or a bruise.
Matilda said. "Hm. Looks like the potion is doing its stuff."
Cole grimaced and watched his chest uncomfortably. The place where the bandit had slashed at him was tickling and itching. He felt the flesh twist and convulse, and stared at the break in the skin. The red flesh was mending, the cells linking together like a knitting pattern.
Matilda seemed to sense his growing uneasiness and placed a hand on his bare shoulder, saying; "Don't worry...It gets worse. The pain will increase so much, you'll feel as if your brain is being smashed and leaking out of your ears, and you'll probably pass out."
With wide eyes he glanced at her, then realized she was just messing with him. "It doesn't hurt," He scowled. "It just feels weird."
"That's normal."
"Is there any chance I can persuade you to tell me about your connection with my mom?"
She raised a thin eyebrow. "As much chance as yew berries being good for your digestion."
Feeling frustrated and angry, Cole was about to insist for more information when he stopped himself. Inside, he knew there was no way the witch would reveal that story, no matter how many times he pleaded, demanded, or threatened. It would be just as useful as banging your head against a brick wall, infuriating and painful.
But he didn't plan on losing...Cole didn't like losing. It wasn't in his nature to give up completely. So if he couldn't get that particular story, perhaps he could compromise for another one.
He said. "Fine. If you won't tell me about my mom....Tell me about Steve and Alex."
Matilda glared at him from under the brim of her ratty hat. "And just why, may I ask, should I tell you about that?"
Cole felt a smug smile grow on his face. "Because if you don't, I'll ask you about my mother over and over and over and over andoverandoverandoverandoverandoverandoverpotatoandoverandoverandoverandoverandoverandover--"
"For crying out loud, shut your pie hole, kid!" She exclaimed in exasperation. Her eyes narrowed in a glare. "Darn kid...If I tell you about Steve and Alex, will you not mention your mother anymore?"
He hesitated. While he was slightly curious about these characters, he still yearned to know what Matilda knew...Because there was so little he knew himself. He bit his lip and clenched his fists into balls. It was a lousy compromise.
Matilda seemed to sense his growing uneasiness and placed a hand on his bare shoulder, saying; "Don't worry...It gets worse. The pain will increase so much, you'll feel as if your brain is being smashed and leaking out of your ears, and you'll probably pass out."
With wide eyes he glanced at her, then realized she was just messing with him. "It doesn't hurt," He scowled. "It just feels weird."
"That's normal."
"Is there any chance I can persuade you to tell me about your connection with my mom?"
She raised a thin eyebrow. "As much chance as yew berries being good for your digestion."
Feeling frustrated and angry, Cole was about to insist for more information when he stopped himself. Inside, he knew there was no way the witch would reveal that story, no matter how many times he pleaded, demanded, or threatened. It would be just as useful as banging your head against a brick wall, infuriating and painful.
But he didn't plan on losing...Cole didn't like losing. It wasn't in his nature to give up completely. So if he couldn't get that particular story, perhaps he could compromise for another one.
He said. "Fine. If you won't tell me about my mom....Tell me about Steve and Alex."
Matilda glared at him from under the brim of her ratty hat. "And just why, may I ask, should I tell you about that?"
Cole felt a smug smile grow on his face. "Because if you don't, I'll ask you about my mother over and over and over and over andoverandoverandoverandoverandoverandoverpotatoandoverandoverandoverandoverandoverandover--"
"For crying out loud, shut your pie hole, kid!" She exclaimed in exasperation. Her eyes narrowed in a glare. "Darn kid...If I tell you about Steve and Alex, will you not mention your mother anymore?"
He hesitated. While he was slightly curious about these characters, he still yearned to know what Matilda knew...Because there was so little he knew himself. He bit his lip and clenched his fists into balls. It was a lousy compromise.
1. Magic healing always gives me the creeps. o_0 2. ...Potato. Interesting...seems like there's more to Matilda than I originally thought....
Matilda seemed to sense his growing uneasiness and placed a hand on his bare shoulder, saying; "Don't worry...It gets worse. The pain will increase so much, you'll feel as if your brain is being smashed and leaking out of your ears, and you'll probably pass out."
With wide eyes he glanced at her, then realized she was just messing with him. "It doesn't hurt," He scowled. "It just feels weird."
"That's normal."
"Is there any chance I can persuade you to tell me about your connection with my mom?"
She raised a thin eyebrow. "As much chance as yew berries being good for your digestion."
Feeling frustrated and angry, Cole was about to insist for more information when he stopped himself. Inside, he knew there was no way the witch would reveal that story, no matter how many times he pleaded, demanded, or threatened. It would be just as useful as banging your head against a brick wall, infuriating and painful.
But he didn't plan on losing...Cole didn't like losing. It wasn't in his nature to give up completely. So if he couldn't get that particular story, perhaps he could compromise for another one.
He said. "Fine. If you won't tell me about my mom....Tell me about Steve and Alex."
Matilda glared at him from under the brim of her ratty hat. "And just why, may I ask, should I tell you about that?"
Cole felt a smug smile grow on his face. "Because if you don't, I'll ask you about my mother over and over and over and over andoverandoverandoverandoverandoverandoverpotatoandoverandoverandoverandoverandoverandover--"
"For crying out loud, shut your pie hole, kid!" She exclaimed in exasperation. Her eyes narrowed in a glare. "Darn kid...If I tell you about Steve and Alex, will you not mention your mother anymore?"
He hesitated. While he was slightly curious about these characters, he still yearned to know what Matilda knew...Because there was so little he knew himself. He bit his lip and clenched his fists into balls. It was a lousy compromise.
Potato? I will never understand the potato thing but that's still hilarious. 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
Matilda seemed to sense his growing uneasiness and placed a hand on his bare shoulder, saying; "Don't worry...It gets worse. The pain will increase so much, you'll feel as if your brain is being smashed and leaking out of your ears, and you'll probably pass out."
With wide eyes he glanced at her, then realized she was just messing with him. "It doesn't hurt," He scowled. "It just feels weird."
"That's normal."
"Is there any chance I can persuade you to tell me about your connection with my mom?"
She raised a thin eyebrow. "As much chance as yew berries being good for your digestion."
Feeling frustrated and angry, Cole was about to insist for more information when he stopped himself. Inside, he knew there was no way the witch would reveal that story, no matter how many times he pleaded, demanded, or threatened. It would be just as useful as banging your head against a brick wall, infuriating and painful.
But he didn't plan on losing...Cole didn't like losing. It wasn't in his nature to give up completely. So if he couldn't get that particular story, perhaps he could compromise for another one.
He said. "Fine. If you won't tell me about my mom....Tell me about Steve and Alex."
Matilda glared at him from under the brim of her ratty hat. "And just why, may I ask, should I tell you about that?"
Cole felt a smug smile grow on his face. "Because if you don't, I'll ask you about my mother over and over and over and over andoverandoverandoverandoverandoverandoverpotatoandoverandoverandoverandoverandoverandover--"
"For crying out loud, shut your pie hole, kid!" She exclaimed in exasperation. Her eyes narrowed in a glare. "Darn kid...If I tell you about Steve and Alex, will you not mention your mother anymore?"
He hesitated. While he was slightly curious about these characters, he still yearned to know what Matilda knew...Because there was so little he knew himself. He bit his lip and clenched his fists into balls. It was a lousy compromise.
1. Magic healing always gives me the creeps. o_0 2. ...Potato. Interesting...seems like there's more to Matilda than I originally thought....
1. Crreeeeeeeeeeeepppyyyy :3
2. *nod* Potato.
Tigress Law of Life #1: There is always more to Matilda than you originally thought.
Matilda glared at him. Eyebrows furrowing, she muttered. "You are one of the most annoying kids I've ever met....And considering Steve, that's really something."
Cole's lips curved. "I'm not a kid. Would you quit calling me that?!"
The witch snorted. "At my age, you all look like children."
"So it's a deal?"
Rolling her eyes, she sighed. "Stubborn mule...All right...It's a deal."
Phillip straightened where he sat at the prospect of a story, and Liana gave a soft, slightly amused smile whilst running a brush through her silver hair. Trying to ignore the strange twitching and itching running through his skin, Cole turned around to face Matilda and crossed his bare arms.
She gazed at the teenagers and muttered. "Hmph. You three are an odd bunch...I have three teenagers actually being quiet and waiting for me to tell a story." She shook her head. "My my, Ninjago is certainly a land full of surprises."
Phillip and Cole rolled their eyes at each other, but wisely said nothing.
Matilda began folding up extra scraps of the linen bandages at putting them into a tin first-aid kit. Her brown eyes drifted off, as if she was getting lost in old memories. Her natural scowl softened into something else, though Cole couldn't tell what. She sighed softly, then murmured. "Steve and Alex....Are my nephew and niece."
Liana, Phillip, and Cole perked up. Matilda's nephew and niece?? Somehow the irascible witch didn't seem like the type to have such relations, but then, it wasn't as if she said anything to make them believe otherwise. Hearing about people in Matilda's life aroused their curiosity, and they waited for more.
She placed a white bandage in the tin can. "They're around your ages..." She said. "I can't seem to recall their ages...Was Steve born first, or was Alex?" She frowned at the trees behind her audience. "Bah, corpus bones...I can't remember. Small matter. I was gone when they were born."
Matilda scowled. "None of your buisness, that's where! Now," She muttered crossly, folding another sheet of linen bandages. "As I was saying....Steve slightly resembles you, Phillip, though his hair is not quite as curly...." She tilted her head back in thought. "...Mm...If I recall, his eyes were blue. Looks like his dad." She smirked at the boys. "I believe you would get along quite well with Steve...He too is a bit of a feather-brain, though handy with a sword."
"What does he do for a living?" Phillip casually ripped at a blade of grass.
"Hm." Her lip curved. "He dosen't have a job...Where he lives, you don't need much money to get along."
"Now, Alex...." She murmured as she put the last of the medicinal supplies in the kit. "Alex is the oppisite of Liana here. Polar opposites, they are. Heh..." A mix of a smile and a smirk crossed her lips. "She has hair like fire....It burns in sunlight, glistens in moonlight. She's a tough gal, she is...I like to think she takes after me..." Matilda seemed to have forgotten about the teenagers watching her.
"While she is talented with a sword, the real weapon for her is the long bow. Her aim is sharp and true....Her emerald-green eyes are as sharp as a hawk's...Sometimes I wish I stayed to watch them enter the Blox Tourna--" She blinked. Then she shook her head, as if trying to get rid of cluttered thoughts. She broke her gaze from the trees and realized Liana, Phillip, and Cole were watching her. Her eyes flashed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She hissed under her breath. "...Gawking at me like moon-eyed owls...."
"Do you have any stories about them?" Liana's soft, sweet voice broke the uncomfortable silence.
Matilda's eyes narrowed. "I might."
"Would you tell one to us? We're all tired, and we'd like to hear a good story."
Cole rolled his eyes, secretly thinking that he'd rather hear about his mother than Matilda's kinfolk.
Matilda scowled. "None of your buisness, that's where! Now," She muttered crossly, folding another sheet of linen bandages. "As I was saying....Steve slightly resembles you, Phillip, though his hair is not quite as curly...." She tilted her head back in thought. "...Mm...If I recall, his eyes were blue. Looks like his dad." She smirked at the boys. "I believe you would get along quite well with Steve...He too is a bit of a feather-brain, though handy with a sword."
"What does he do for a living?" Phillip casually ripped at a blade of grass.
"Hm." Her lip curved. "He dosen't have a job...Where he lives, you don't need much money to get along."
"Now, Alex...." She murmured as she put the last of the medicinal supplies in the kit. "Alex is the oppisite of Liana here. Polar opposites, they are. Heh..." A mix of a smile and a smirk crossed her lips. "She has hair like fire....It burns in sunlight, glistens in moonlight. She's a tough gal, she is...I like to think she takes after me..." Matilda seemed to have forgotten about the teenagers watching her.
"While she is talented with a sword, the real weapon for her is the long bow. Her aim is sharp and true....Her emerald-green eyes are as sharp as a hawk's...Sometimes I wish I stayed to watch them enter the Blox Tourna--" She blinked. Then she shook her head, as if trying to get rid of cluttered thoughts. She broke her gaze from the trees and realized Liana, Phillip, and Cole were watching her. Her eyes flashed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She hissed under her breath. "...Gawking at me like moon-eyed owls...."
"Do you have any stories about them?" Liana's soft, sweet voice broke the uncomfortable silence.
Matilda's eyes narrowed. "I might."
"Would you tell one to us? We're all tired, and we'd like to hear a good story."
Cole rolled his eyes, secretly thinking that he'd rather hear about his mother than Matilda's kinfolk.
This is a lousy deal.
Interesting...I have a feeling Steve and Alex are from Minecraft but I know to little about that theme to be certain.
