Other One || Ziva's Blog

I Moved!

After spending three days doing nearly nothing but hiding under my bed, and three days of acclimating, I have finally come to an understanding: this is home.

Yes, that is right. Mother has moved me, again. This time, to a REAL castle. I’m still a little unsure of it, but I think I could get used to it. It’s definitely far better than the smaller one we were in before. I suppose she was right.

Mom has these new tables in the living room now. They’re right in front of the windows, as is the new couch. I like the location of the new couch, though not the location of the bedroom windows. They are far too high off the ground even the bed is too low. Also, there is no space for me to walk on the ledge! Too thin! Mom needs to put something like another dresser under the second one so I can look into the courtyard, or what she keeps calling the back yard. Also, there’s not enough space on the desk for me for some reason. This must be remedied. I need my sleeping place right next to Mom’s laptop! It’s just not right!

Mom seems to be getting busier as well. She keeps leaving. Silly woman. Doesn’t she know she’s supposed to stay home with me? What is this “money” thing she seems to think she needs to earn?

She left me alone two nights in a row over the weekend…with a STRANGER! And the stranger slept IN MY BED! I thought the end of the world had come for sure! Abandoned! All I had was The Other One! I stayed with him or under my bed all night both nights! Had to sneak through the room to get my food and use the restroom! It’s just not right!

And she’s gone again today. Its me and The Other One today. Mom left at noon-thirty, then came back for a split second, snatched the laptop, phone, and iPod and vanished back out the door. That money thing. I’m having to settle for the Android that Bow-Tie gave her a couple months ago. It has a short battery life. She could have at least left me the iPod! * sigh *

Oh well, the windows in the living room are open, and The Other One is here to order around. I think I may take some naps while I’m at it. Ah, the life of an Empress. =^_^=

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Yes, Ziva has it right. We have moved. We’ve been in the new house for about a week and already had company. Jamey’s mother was here, and his sister popped in and out a couple times. Ziva was quite sure she didn’t want anything to do with them. Except the last day she came out a couple times into the living room despite the stranger.

We’re basically all unpacked, except for a few boxes in the spare room. We got a new couch, and some tables and lamps. After moving in there’s a need for some vacuuming and mopping that needs done, then it’ll look FANTASTIC! There’s still some things we could use. We need some curtains, at least for the three bedrooms. It’s a little weird having neighbors across the street that can see in the high up window of Jamey’s when he’s changing. Heh. I’ve got a blanket and a sheet over my two for now.

We also need some other things, but otherwise…I’m THRILLED! I love it! Shower is normal size, and has a tub. I’ve got plenty of cupboards and closets, counter space, a fully working stove, an ice maker in the freezer, a garage, a basement, and a fenced in back yard. And it’s bright. White walls, off white floors. ^_^

Full internet should be ours Monday night, then we’re completely set up except those few boxes and things we’d like to have. Ziva is adapting very well, far better than the first move away from the others. I’ve got a job starting in a little over a week. If I’m lucky, I should be listed as a student at my university again. And we are in this awesome house. Yup, things are looking up!

Ziva and the Humble Court Jester

A lot has happened over the past weekend.

The old one was abducted by her Mother. I have entirely mixed feelings about her absence. I am glad she is no longer here to assert claim over my domain, but I can’t help but feel that this big castle is a bit emptier without her presence. And shortly after, my Mother left me. I cannot say for how long, but the Other One ensures me she’ll be back soon.

With my Mother gone, I can hardly stand to be out of our chambers throughout the days. I never venture to my Mother’s desk, to peer out the windows as I would with my Mother here, and which the Other One graciously opens every morning for me, just in case I decide to grace him with my presence.

The Other One has taken temporary possession of my Mother’s Throne in her absence. I do not think he has evil plans to take over the kingdom, because he always puts the Throne back in its exact spot at my Mother’s desk when he’s not sitting in it. I have taken the liberty of looking at the Other One’s designated chair, and I cannot blame him for borrowing my Mother’s throne. His chair has fallen to disrepair, and looks mightily uncomfortable. I’m sure that my Mother has done all she can to replace his chair, because I know my Mother is kind and loving to the Other One, even going so far as to call him “Brother” upon occasion. So I know my Mother has done all in her power to replace or repair his chair.

The Other One is a peculiar one. He seems to lead a lonely life when my Mother is not around; either that or he is very loyal to the Crown. He never leaves the Castle, except to carry out chores. He always opens the blinds and the door, in case I decide to grace him with my presence, and gaze out upon my domain as I would with Mother. He makes sure I Have plenty of food and water. And he proceeds to guard me even more protectively since Mother is not here. He comes to my Chambers, to check upon me at random times through the days. He sits upon my and my Mother’s bed, and waits for me to reveal myself to him, and deign to sit close enough that he may gently stroke my fur, and give me all the attention that I would normally receive from my Mother.

He is not very security conscious though. For he leaves the doors to My Chambers open all day and night. I have often ventured out during the night, and watched him through the darkness. He sits, or lounges as may be the case, before his computer and stays awake to guard me through the night. His senses must be quite acute, for he can usually tell when I’m about and turns around and calls out to me. I have often taken an interest in calling back to him, to let him know I am well, and then we would proceed to carry on a short conversation. When he does retire to his chamber, he leaves his doors open and informs me that if I get lonely through the night, that I am always welcome to sleep upon the bed he had set up for the Old One, next to his bed.

I took him up on his offer once, and slept comfortably on the bed of the Old One. The Other one is odd, he doesn’t sleep. He lays in bed, awake, unable to sleep. When I grace him with my presence he often reaches over and gently strokes my fur and talks softly to me. Telling me that he hears me at night, calling out for my Mother, hoping she hears my pitiful cries and returns to me…

I hope my Mother returns soon.

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Guest entry by the “Other One” while I was gone to Ohio for my sister’s birthday. I was thinking about tweeking it some, for varying reasons, but I’ve decided to let it be. He may have made her a bit less…well…half evil, but I suppose since I was gone….

Prelude: Secret Agent Ziva, Dark Empress of All

Once upon a time; a time not so long ago, in a galaxy not so far away, there lived a beautiful little girl. Her hair was short and soft, and as black as a moonless night. Stars hung about her chest, and her amber eyes were always bright. Her name was Ziva, Dark Empress of All.

Now, Ziva wasn’t just the Dark Empress of All. She was also a Mossad agent, a well kept secret to all her subjects. No one knew how dangerous she really was, except one. Another ruler, like she. He was light, however. And claimed dominion over the same land she did. Hew knew she was evil, and dangerous, and kept her locked away under her mother’s bed. Only when her mother was around did she feel it safe to come out into the light and preside over her domain.

Her mother took her away, to another portion of her domain. This land was called the Springs of Berry-ann, and it near this Lake of Mee-shee-ghan. Her mother seemed to like this place a great bit, and felt it would be the best location for Ziva to grow and gain more power to rule her dominion better.

There were far more servants here than the castle she previously shared. She had those she spent most of her time not spent plotting the demise of all those who opposed her, Mom and the Other One. Mom cared for her evil little ball of fur. She kept her in food and cleaned her litter box. She pulled up the blinds in the morning, and in return Ziva shared the bed and covers with her at night. Mom kept her entertained with mice filled with stuffing, colorful balls that rattled when she smacked them across the room, the bands that kept Mom’s hair out of her face, and all kinds of long, thin pieces of string or paper. She also helped her build her Evil Fortress of Doom in her chambers; all three and a half times.

The Other One spent much of his time reading books or monitoring people called Jedi from other worlds, and other such fascinating peoples. He never really seemed to have much to the Dark Empress of All in the way of her people. They were never to much trouble for him to handle for her. He always seemed to have time to watch her chase the little red hologram dot around. It was the one thing that seemed to allude her, and the one thing he did not vanquish for her. Then, it would magically vanish into the ether, at least till the next time it decided to taunt her. The Other One had a squirt gun that he frequently used to keep her away from places he seemed to think the Empress of All should not be. She was quite sure he was keeping her away from all the good things, but she tolerated him anyway.

Then there was the proverbial “Bow-Tie.” Why “proverbial” you ask? Because she had yet to decide on a name that suited him, so she was forced to use the same term Stormy, or Stormageddon, Dark Lord of All used. One day she would have a better name for him, because the Empress of All could not just settle for terms stolen from one with a limited mentality. No, she could come up with something far more clever, but when she had the time of course.

Bow-Tie was tall and mocked her a lot. But that was alright with her, she just repaid him in kind by taking off portions of his skin. It was great fun, even if he did not think quite the same about the matter. He always seemed to have chords with him whenever she saw him, and he taunted her with those as well; dangling her prey before her, then keeping them from her just when she would pounce. She expected as much, however. For if one was to be a subject of the Dark Empress of All and be so high up as to serve in her courts, they would have to be evil like her in some fashion. He seemed to like her though, and because of his kindness to her, mixed with his incredible ability to frustrate her, she allowed him to exist, and even started to cuddle next to him upon occasion.

Then, there was the peasants. She liked a few of them, though mostly in small numbers; two or three at a time. There were a few that frequented the castle almost as often as Bow-Tie did. This girl with the European accent reminded Ziva much of herself. She often wondered if she too was a special agent, perhaps part of the Romanian Mafia. But, alas, she never seemed to find the right way to pose the question without giving herself away. It mattered not. They were kindred spirits, and she knew it. She still, however, liked to keep her at a certain distance most of the time.

One day, Mom allowed another being into her castle. She was in on the decision making, though she did not like the idea. Another, much like herself, moved in and took over a vast portion of the castle. She ignored her blasphemous portrayal of dominance, and the fact that she did not want to plot and scheme with her, reminding the old demonic woman, the Old One, or Baby as she seemed to be called, that she would not be there forever, much like the Devil, Remmy as he preferred to be called, before her. Her time would come when she would go back to the place with which she came. This was only a temporary refugee situation. Then, the castle would be all hers once again, as it was meant to be. For now, she would allow the demon to roam the castle, and order her subjects about.

There was brother and sister that lived on the other side of the castle. The fluffy one came and played with her frequently, calling to her to announce her temporary escape from her servants that lived upstairs. She was much like herself, and enjoyed plotting and scheming about world domination. The loud one was a bit of a nuisance, however. She brought those evil biting things in, passing them unknowingly to the fluffy one, and thus to her. The bitey devils removed large amounts of her hair. Her mother vanquished them all for her, however, so she forgave the idiot.

Thus was her life. She was happy.

Here is where her scribe, Mom, chronicles her daily events and her adventures and the Dark Empress of All keeps her journal.

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References:

Stormageddon is from the Doctor Who episode “Closing Time.”