Light Without Shadows- Noises
November 8th, 2006 06:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skerenTitle: Noises
Arc: Light Without Shadows
Fandom: FF7
Warning: AUness!
Note: Watch me fail Nano! I mean, this one is more Grim.
He had his feet tucked under him as he watched his father assemble a gun, and he was leaning forward with obvious curiosity. Once he spotted the interest, the black haired man made sure to show him how all the pieces went together. It was interesting, like a moving puzzle.
Even as interesting as it was, he kept getting distracted though. Something else like a puzzle going on, something he couldn't quite put his finger on, and that annoyed him more than anything ever could. There was a high pitched buzz in the apartment, not quite like the sound a computer made when it was on, closer to a TV, but not. He'd already checked the TV and it was off. The radio was unplugged.
Just to be sure, he waited until his father finished showing him how the gun parts went together, then slid off the seat to his bare feet on the floor, head tilted as he went to unplug the TV so that all the electronic things were off. Well, not the lights or the refrigerator, but they didn't sound like this did. Their buzz was lower, or duller, than this was. This was the high buzz of entertainment machines, but he'd just made sure all of them were unplugged, so just how was it…
"Grimiore?" His father had a nice voice, he really did, but he didn't need to bug him when he was so obviously doing something, did he?
"I hear something." His own reply was a whisper, and he tilted his head the other way, padding off towards the general direction of the sound was in. "You can't hear it too?"
At least his father had gotten the hint and had hushed. He was following him though, perfectly serious like he did sometimes. There were people who thought he was faking when he heard things, but it wasn't like all this stuff didn't make noise. "No, I can't. What does it sound like?"
"Really high. The almost, not quite, training whistle high. Only crackly, you know, the sound I say the TV makes when it's on but not on?" He gestured slightly to make sure he was being understood, and nodded back more vigorously after he got a solemn nod out of his parent. "Yeah, like that. Only quiet. I heard it while I was going back and forth, and didn't notice, but now it's really really bugging me."
Father didn't say anything back, and that was fine, because he'd figured out where the noise was coming from and was a bit busy crawling under some furniture. At the end of the search, there was a tiny black thing that he was completely sure was the source of the noise. He could hear his father moving things so it would be easier for him to get out. "Did you find something?"
"I don't know what it is." It looked like some kind of little microphone meshed with a tiny headphone, but that made no sense. Thus, he decided to crawl back out and offer it to his Father. He'd know what to do with it.
He didn't really expect the thing to get a narrowed eyed and almost angry expression though. "Grimiore, could you do me a favor and walk around the apartment? If you hear anymore things that sound like this, please bring them to me."
Okay, Father apparently wasn't mad at him, so that meant that someone else had done something very stupid. "Okay. What is it?"
"It seems, my child, that we have an infestation of bugs."
-o-o-o-
The assistant had enough time, between the statement and the grating blast of static, to get the headphones away from his head that he manage to do it in time to not end up deafened. He clicked off the recorder so that it wouldn't continue to pick up the mangled flat-line where there had just been a perfectly decent signal. Once he noted down the point in time it seemed that the child had discovered the spying device, he went to go talk to the head doctor.
"Doctor Hojo, sir?"
"Do you need something?"
"Ah… the naturalization project found the monitoring devices."
"Really? Why are you still here then? Make sure to note the time it takes from finding one until he finds another. I'll listen to the voice file when I finish up here."
"Of course." He nodded, then turned to go, skillfully ignoring the whimper that tended to classify a mako test as it floated after him down the hall. He left the Doctor to his work.
Arc: Light Without Shadows
Fandom: FF7
Warning: AUness!
Note: Watch me fail Nano! I mean, this one is more Grim.
He had his feet tucked under him as he watched his father assemble a gun, and he was leaning forward with obvious curiosity. Once he spotted the interest, the black haired man made sure to show him how all the pieces went together. It was interesting, like a moving puzzle.
Even as interesting as it was, he kept getting distracted though. Something else like a puzzle going on, something he couldn't quite put his finger on, and that annoyed him more than anything ever could. There was a high pitched buzz in the apartment, not quite like the sound a computer made when it was on, closer to a TV, but not. He'd already checked the TV and it was off. The radio was unplugged.
Just to be sure, he waited until his father finished showing him how the gun parts went together, then slid off the seat to his bare feet on the floor, head tilted as he went to unplug the TV so that all the electronic things were off. Well, not the lights or the refrigerator, but they didn't sound like this did. Their buzz was lower, or duller, than this was. This was the high buzz of entertainment machines, but he'd just made sure all of them were unplugged, so just how was it…
"Grimiore?" His father had a nice voice, he really did, but he didn't need to bug him when he was so obviously doing something, did he?
"I hear something." His own reply was a whisper, and he tilted his head the other way, padding off towards the general direction of the sound was in. "You can't hear it too?"
At least his father had gotten the hint and had hushed. He was following him though, perfectly serious like he did sometimes. There were people who thought he was faking when he heard things, but it wasn't like all this stuff didn't make noise. "No, I can't. What does it sound like?"
"Really high. The almost, not quite, training whistle high. Only crackly, you know, the sound I say the TV makes when it's on but not on?" He gestured slightly to make sure he was being understood, and nodded back more vigorously after he got a solemn nod out of his parent. "Yeah, like that. Only quiet. I heard it while I was going back and forth, and didn't notice, but now it's really really bugging me."
Father didn't say anything back, and that was fine, because he'd figured out where the noise was coming from and was a bit busy crawling under some furniture. At the end of the search, there was a tiny black thing that he was completely sure was the source of the noise. He could hear his father moving things so it would be easier for him to get out. "Did you find something?"
"I don't know what it is." It looked like some kind of little microphone meshed with a tiny headphone, but that made no sense. Thus, he decided to crawl back out and offer it to his Father. He'd know what to do with it.
He didn't really expect the thing to get a narrowed eyed and almost angry expression though. "Grimiore, could you do me a favor and walk around the apartment? If you hear anymore things that sound like this, please bring them to me."
Okay, Father apparently wasn't mad at him, so that meant that someone else had done something very stupid. "Okay. What is it?"
"It seems, my child, that we have an infestation of bugs."
-o-o-o-
The assistant had enough time, between the statement and the grating blast of static, to get the headphones away from his head that he manage to do it in time to not end up deafened. He clicked off the recorder so that it wouldn't continue to pick up the mangled flat-line where there had just been a perfectly decent signal. Once he noted down the point in time it seemed that the child had discovered the spying device, he went to go talk to the head doctor.
"Doctor Hojo, sir?"
"Do you need something?"
"Ah… the naturalization project found the monitoring devices."
"Really? Why are you still here then? Make sure to note the time it takes from finding one until he finds another. I'll listen to the voice file when I finish up here."
"Of course." He nodded, then turned to go, skillfully ignoring the whimper that tended to classify a mako test as it floated after him down the hall. He left the Doctor to his work.