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All Those Things They Couldn’t Say - A Runaway Baudelaires AU

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Chapter Fourteen - An Incident at the Marketplace

Violet was very quiet for the next several days with Josephine. The kids didn’t have much to do that didn’t involve giving Josephine a heart attack, so they mostly just sat around in her library. Klaus tried desperately to find the grammar books interesting, while Josephine tried to teach grammar and English to Sunny, who instead found hardcovers to bite on. Violet, meanwhile, had taken out her own commonplace book, and kept either scribbling furiously or doodling, with her ribbon keeping her hair back. She wouldn’t let Klaus see what she wrote, but she would show him and Sunny her drawings- usually blueprints for another invention, or a sketch of something nearby, like a book or Sunny asleep on the table. A few times she drew the sea, and she always got a distant look in her eyes as she did.

Every now and again, they’d ask Josephine how she knew their parents, or about Ike, or if they could please show her how the oven worked, but she always changed the topic, so they eventually gave up.

Finally, one day, Klaus asked about Lake Lachrymose, and Josephine’s eyes did the same thing as Violet’s, where she looked like she’d fallen into a distant, but fond, memory.

“Oh, I grew up on these shores, you know.” Josephine said. “I know every cave and curve, from the Lavender Lighthouse, above Curdled Cave, to the edge of the Fickle Ferry’s route.”

“Could we go swimming?” Violet asked, as she bounced Sunny on her knee. “I’d love to skip rocks again, and-”

“Oh, no.” Josephine shook her head. “No, I can’t go near the lake now. I can only bear to view it from this window.”

The Baudelaires shot each other tired looks. Klaus said, “I know lakes and similarly deep-water locations can be dangerous, but if you know it so well-”

“Oh, it’s not that.” Josephine said. Then, she leaned over and whispered, “It’s the leeches.”

“The… what?” Klaus asked.

“The Lachrymose Leeches.” Josephine shivered. “They’re quite different from normal leeches, you see- these leeches live only in Lachrymose Lake, and they will eat anything that even remotely smells of food. You have to wait one hour after eating to go swimming or they will swarm and-” she cut herself off, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. “I’m sorry, children. It’s not grammatically correct to end a sentence with ‘and.’ But I just get very emotional-”

“That’s how Ike died?” Klaus asked. “Leeches?”

Josephine jumped, and Violet hit him on the shoulder.

That night, Violet signalled for Klaus to stay awake. They sat on the other side of her bed, with Sunny sitting on Violet’s lap and biting the handle of a knife, and Violet said, “I need your help with something. I was hoping to wait until Josephine was out of the house, but the dumb bitch never seems to leave.”

“What’s going on?” Klaus asked nervously.

“Josephine’s got a safe hidden in her library.” Violet said simply. Klaus didn’t even react; they expected secrets everywhere. “I’ve been hoping you could help me crack the code. I could invent something to bust it open, but that’d make noise and leave damage and Josephine would know.”

“What’s the combination like?”

“Dial. I think four numbers.”

Klaus considered. “It has to be something she’d remember. But she doesn’t seem too into numbers, just words.”

“We could use the A1Z26 cipher.” Violet said. “But it’d have to be a short word, especially if one of the letters is past i-9, which would make it two numbers.”

“What does she like?” Klaus narrowed his eyes. “Grammar.”

“Cold soup.”

“Not telling us anything.”

Sunny looked up, stopping her biting for a moment, and said, “Ike.”

Violet and Klaus looked at each other, and then smiled a little. “Good work, Sunny.” Violet said. “Let’s go.”

They got up, racing to the library. Violet opened the trick bookshelf quickly, and Klaus knelt by the safe, muttering the numbers for I-K-E. Once he got it, he turned the handle, and the safe clicked open.

“Easy enough.” Klaus said.

“See,” Violet joked, reaching into the safe, “This is why I keep you around.” She pulled out a file, which she flipped open. “Hmm. Photos of her not being a scaredy-cat.” Like in the scrapbook.

“Is she jumping out of a plane?”

“For fun.” Violet nodded. “Yeah, she did used to be interesting. What else is in there?”

Klaus looked in. “Sheet music. Box of crackers. This book-thing- oh, hey.”

He pulled out the book, and showed it off to Violet. The title, spelled out very clearly on the large, dark cover, was The Incomplete History of Secret Organizations.

“Okay. So,” Violet pulled Sunny onto her lap, and said, “Is this a good or bad thing?”

“Means she’s in VFD.”

“But she hid it away. Meaning she’s trying to get out.”

“Not good for us, considering what happened when Mother and Father tried to leave.”

“Whazzit?” Sunny asked, confused.

“But it means we’re safe from ankle-snatching bastards.” Violet shrugged. “Listen, if she’s hiding this shit away,” she held up the file, waving it a bit, “It means she doesn’t want to think about her past. We’re safe for the time being. Eventually Mother and Father will get here and then we don’t have to talk to her again.”

Klaus sighed, and then said, “I guess.”

“Well,” Violet groaned, standing up and lifting Sunny with her, “Let’s get back to bed. Aunt Jo said we’re hurricane shopping tomorrow, so maybe we can convince her to get hot food.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Then we’ll swipe some when she’s not looking and make it ourselves. No biggie. And you, Sunshine, should be asleep.”

Sunny huffed. “Ekaw,” she said, which meant, “But you’re awake.”

“Yeah, but I’m old enough to make bad life decisions. Sleep time.”

The next morning, at the market, Violet and Klaus tried to stick by Aunt Josephine, but she seemed scared of practically everything in the town. It was good that the lakeside was basically empty, or they’d worry about making a scene and attracting unwanted attention. Klaus held Sunny in his arms instead of in his bag, letting her point towards food she wanted- and, when Josephine wasn’t looking, letting her grab something to stuff into his pocket.

Violet kept untying and retying her ribbon in her hair, both bored by the market they had to walk through so slowly and too stimulated by how many aisles of carts they walked past, all with different smells and vendors shouting what they were selling and bright signs and even some which had other, loud noises. Sunny and Klaus were too focused on grabbing what they wanted without paying, like they normally did, that they weren’t noticing how loud everything seemed to be.

“Josephine,” Violet muttered, shoving her ribbon into her pocket and turning back to their current guardian, “Perhaps we could get something to cook for you. Klaus and I know how to make several very quick meals, and as fast as they are, it’s hard to mess them up.”

“Oh, no, no.” Josephine shook her head. “I’m eager to try this recipe for cold lime stew.”

“Nuki,” Sunny said, meaning, “I think I’d rather eat something hot, or bite your arm off.”

“No, no, Sunny,” Josephine said firmly, looking up from her shopping list. “‘Nuki’ isn’t a word. Remember what we said about using correct English. Now, Violet, would you please get some cucumbers? I thought I would make chilled cucumber soup again sometime next week.”

Violet groaned outwardly, giving Josephine the side-eye, and then she moved down another aisle in search of cucumbers. She had no idea where they were- she didn’t know this fucking town!- but likely they’d be around the other vegetables. Things should be organized normally, right? A vender was selling canned soup which would be amazing if she could just fucking cook it. She retied her hair again, wondering if she could take apart the oven and force Josephine to see it was fine. For a few moments, she was so lost in her inventing thoughts that she didn’t look where she was going until she walked right into someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry-” Violet started to stay, and then she looked up, and froze over.

Turning around to look at her, with a shiny gleam in his eye, was a tall, thin man in a blue sailor had and black eye patch covering his left eye, as well as a thick wooden peg leg. But even with the peg leg and the eye patch and the sailor outfit, she could see his shiny eyes and the one eyebrow snaking underneath the patch and the long, bony fingers that drumming on a nearby table, slightly rattling a bottle of olives.

“You.” she breathed.

“Why, hello, dear lady.” Count Olaf said, a strange tone as he adopted some kind of sailor’s accent. “Didn’t see you there.”

His beady, uncovered eye was staring down at her as if she were a brightly wrapped birthday present that he couldn’t wait to rip open. Violet had seen that look before, and she immediately reached for her pocket to grab her knife.

“Violet!” she heard Josephine call behind her, but she didn’t turn, keeping her eyes on the dangerous man in front of her. “What are you doing in this aisle? These people are selling food that must be heated, and you know-”

When she saw Count Olaf she stopped speaking, and for a second Violet thought she’d recognized him, too. But then she smiled, and Violet felt a boiling fury inside her.

“Hello,” said Count Olaf, smiling at Josephine, “I was just apologizing for running into your sister here.”

Klaus and Sunny ran up, then, and Klaus said, “Sorry we wandered behind, we saw- fuck, that’s Count Olaf!”

“Yeah, no shit, Klaus.” Violet said. “Stay behind me.”

Josephine scoffed, and said, “Violet! Don’t be rude!” she gestured to the Count in front of them. “This nice man is clearly not Count Olaf. Look at him! He’s a sailor.”

“Captain Sham, my lady.” Olaf made a bow, and as he did, he shot a sneaky, smug look to Violet.

“Alright, fucker,” Violet pushed Klaus and Sunny back slightly as Sunny hissed, and then she pulled out her pocketknife, flipping it open and pointing it at him.

“Violet!” Josephine gasped, as Olaf stood back up, not concerned. “What did we say about sharp objects?”

“If you’re really a pirate captain,” Violet said, “Then I assume that peg leg is real.”

“As real as I am, miss.” Olaf said. “If you could put the knife away, nice girls shouldn’t be playing with those.”

“I’m not a nice girl.” Violet said, stepping towards him. “So if it’s real, I can just swipe at it with this knife, and there’ll be no leg under it for me to sever off, causing you to bleed out until you tell us where the fuck our parents are, you bastard!”

“Violet!” Josephine nearly shrieked, and she grabbed Violet’s arm, yanking her back. Surprised, Violet nearly swung the knife at her, recovering quickly enough to keep herself from harming their guardian. “I’m sorry, sir, she must be confused.”

“Well,” Olaf said, smiling again at Violet, “Sometimes young girls are like that when they travel too much. I find it’s best to keep them in one place to avoid hallucinations.”

Violet tugged at Josephine’s hand, but Josephine kept a firm grip on her, and Violet groaned as Josephine carefully plucked the knife from her hand and tossed it to the ground. “There. Now nobody can get hurt.”

“Bet.” Sunny said.

“Josephine, that’s Count Olaf! He’s in disguise.” Klaus said. “He’s after us!”

“Now, Klaus, be nice to Captain Sham and don’t play along with your sister’s-”

He turned to Violet, asking with his eyes if he should start crying, and Violet nodded. Klaus then burst into tears, and taking the cue, Sunny did, too.

“Please, Josephine-” Klaus began.

“Oh, now, Klaus,” Josephine released Violet, putting an arm around him. Violet turned to Olaf, as if to rush him, only to see, to her horror and frustration, that while Josephine’s back was turned, he had picked up her knife. He twirled it in his hands, giving her a clear look that dared her to try anything.

“Best be gettin’ the young boy home, miss.” Olaf said, hiding the knife as Josephine turned to him. “Seems the sea air’s done somethin’ to him.”

“I’m very sorry-”

“Captain Sham.” Olaf pulled a laminated card from his pocket, handing it over. The Baudelaires gave him glares as Josephine read it over. “Sailboat rentals.”

Josephine laughed. “Why, Captain Sham! You’ve made a grammatical error.”

“What?” Olaf said, raising his eyebrow.

“It says here, ‘Captain Sham’s Sailboats. Every boat has it’s own sail.’ There should not be an apostrophe over ‘it’s,’ as that signals ‘it is.’ You mean simply I-T-S, ‘belonging to it.’ It’s a very common mistake, Captain Sham, but a dreadful one.”

Captain Sham’s face darkened, and it looked for a minute like he was going to attack; Violet moved to grab Klaus’s hand. But then he smiled and said, “Thank you for pointing that out. Perhaps, dear lady, you can explain more about grammar to me tonight, over dinner.”

“No!” Violet said.

“Now, Violet, please quiet down. Let the adults speak.” Josephine said. She turned back to Olaf and said, “I’d be happy. We could go to that new fried egg place, if you so wish.”

“Wonderful. Where do you live? I’ll pick you up very soon.” He looked to the kids there, and Violet felt like she was going to be sick.

“Josephine, don’t-” Klaus began, through his forced tears.

“Right at the top of the hill.” Josephine giggled. “I’ll go get a new shawl and drop the children off.”

“Yes. They can rest.” Olaf said. “Who knows what could happen to them in the wide open world?”

“Go to hell, bastard.” Violet said.

“Violet!”

“Our parents will beat your ass, and they’ll find us, and you’re going to-” Violet spat.

“Violet, please!” Josephine shook her head and tutted. “Children have no manners these days. If you’ll excuse us, Captain Sham…”

She turned and pulled the kids along with her. Violet shot a hateful glare back at Olaf, who just smiled innocently at her.

Once they reached the house, Josephine said, “I know you children have had quite the terrifying life. But that doesn’t mean you can be rude to kind sailors at the market.”

“That wasn’t a kind sailor! That was Count Olaf!” Violet protested.

“Please,” Klaus sniffled, “Listen to us!”

“Children, go lie down.” Josephine insisted. “Captain Sham must be right, the excessive travel is making you-”

“Did you seriously buy that?” Klaus temporarily snapped out of his fake tears. “That’s ‘female hysteria’ bullshit!”

“Klaus! Go lie down! I will go get ready for dinner.” she paused. “Why don’t I make you all chilled cucumber soup, so that you have something to eat while I’m out?”

Violet took a deep breath, and then spun on her heel and stalked off without another word.

Klaus raced after her, and Sunny asked, “Ato?” which meant something akin to, “What do we do?”

“I’m working on it.” Violet muttered.

“Gui!” Sunny shouted as they made their way into their bedroom, meaning, “How could she fall for that phony disguise?”

“Mother and Father told us often that disguises are an easy way to sneak around simple people.” Klaus said.

“Well, good to know that Josephine is a dumbass!” Violet sat on the bed, and pulled out her ribbon, tying her hair back as tight as she could. She took a deep breath, and thought.

She remembered, when she was about eight, her Mother had sat her down and tried to help her figure out better ways to manage her anger, after she’d punched a kid who threatened Klaus at the playground. One of the things that had worked was just letting her inventing mind go off on plans, keeping her focus on different ideas instead of on the first impulse to attack. She clasped her hands together, sitting cross-legged, and keeping her eyes shut, even as Sunny crawled onto her lap.

Klaus sat beside her on the bed, bouncing the mattress slightly. “Ideas?”

Violet considered what they had at their disposal. The house had little electricity, was situated above a lake… perhaps they could push Olaf through the library window, but he could grab one of their ankles and pull them with him. Josephine didn’t have anything very sharp or heavy… the only dangerous thing around the lake was-

“I have an idea.” Violet said after a minute, smiling as she opened her eyes. “I need you guys to distract Josephine. If Olaf comes, keep him here.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to get our weapon.” Violet pulled Sunny off of her lap, putting the baby on a pillow, and she stood up, stretching slightly. “What we’re going to do, is we’re going to beg to go to dinner with Josephine and Olaf. We’re so sorry, we made a mistake, we feel so bad for insulting Captain Sham.”

“That’s gonna be hard to fake.”

“We’ll manage. Then at the restaurant, we’ll get him to take us for a walk by the pier.”

“That’s asking for him to kidnap us.”

“Exactly. Once lulled into a false sense of security, as we walk by the ocean, you trip him into the water.”

“So he swims back and strangles us.”

“No, so I throw our weapon at him. In the water, he’ll be helpless.”

“What weapon, Vi? A weight?”

Violet smiled and shook her head. She reached into Klaus’s bag, pulling out a small, glass jar, as well as a small snackbag.

“The Lachrymose Leeches.”

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little-forget-me-not · 8 years ago

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On another note and such, what inspired your oc's and sona to be made? Is there any new ocs you think you will make in time? (P.S, when you posted the link to your youtube I heard your voice, it is a cute accent :) Hope you don't mind me saying so!)

Thank you for the ask! It’s so nice to receive fun asks like these!!!

My sona, Nuki was created because everyone had a sona and I wanted one too so I could represent myself proper (before that I often drew Nolan but he’s separate from me so i didn’t feel comfortable using him). In a way you could say it was because of peer pressure and the desire to be part of a bigger community? xD

I also really like tanukis and after seeing a tanuki plush, I felt like it could work as a sona I would feel connected to. I wanted to design a tanuki that would rival the cuteness of my previous tanuki, Urchin (the Zigzagoon).

Nuki’s design has changed from the first time I designed her:

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My OCs all kinda just came to be on their own, really. All of them were actually impromptu and unplanned for and came to being spontaneously. I’m no good at giving succinct answers so this may be a little long. Not sure if you’ll be interested the whole way but I’ll go on anyway. x’D

OC BEGINNINGS (in order of creation)

The best way to explain would to give you examples/summaries on how some of my main OCs came to be today.

Zion: I used to doodle a design on my Math worksheets back in secondary school whenever I was bored. Eventually his design came to be and for a while, he was used as a sort-of sona. He acted as the older brother/caretaker in my OC family, and as a spiritual reminder for me. He used to represent the “superego”. He eventually grew over the years and came to be his own person, separate from the OC family structure and myself.

(art by @bluekomadori)

(art by rika)

Moel: He was an impromptu design I came up with on the spot with a past friend when I was visiting them. He was the monster-pet guardian as well as the funny, eccentric uncle with words of wisdom. He loved to give HUGS. He used to represent the “ego”, and was the mediator between Zion and Nolan who would often fight. Unlike most of my OCs, he’s remained a creature and has taken a backseat to my stories. He’s rarely around now apart from a few AUs.

(haha….those terrible watermarks…)

(art by exty)

Nolan: He was originally designed and created for a walkcycle + pendulum animation assignment and I wanted a simple design to draw. He was never meant to be used again but for some reason he just stayed. He became a representation of all that I disliked about myself and humanity and became the “id”. I didn’t like him at first because he was an angsty, moody and violent teen who hated everyone and himself. But through him I learned to understand and to be kinder to myself, eventually accepting and loving myself. He kept me company when I was loneliest. He’s grown the most out of all my OCs, now separate from the OC family structure but still remains close to me.

(art by @aebreedraws)

(art by @sticksandsharks)

The 3 of them were my main OCs (OC family) for a while and used to sort of represent my psyche and I would better understand myself through them.

They were very useful as a mental system, helping me to compartmentalise and clear up the noise in my head. Overtime I learnt to do this without their help and they all grew to have their own individual stories separate from each other. Because of this history, they all know each other (despite it not making sense in canon).

(art by @bluekomadori)

Day: He was a filler character I made in The Sims 3 because I wanted a household with 3 people rather than 2. But then, he and Nolan ended up being a thing in-game and I couldn’t NOT make him a legit OC after that. He’s come so far from his initial creation and has been through several revamps to tweak his foundation (yet he has remained exactly the same somehow xD)

(art by @sticksandsharks)

Wendie: She was conceived in a conversation where my bff and I were wondering what would Nolan be like as a girl. And then, boom, Nolan had a sister. Except who she is is nothing like Nolan at all. They don’t even like each other…She’s cool, calculative, elegant and poised and an extremely private character. So private that I’m still trying to understand her 3 years later.

(art by @mintlark)

Aeriel: She’s a more recent OC of mine. Somewhere down the line of creation, Day had an invisible, unnamed mother figure whose presence was essential for Day to be emotionally and mentally healthy and whole. Through the vibes and perceived relationship Day shared with his mother, Aeriel eventually came to be.

(art by @sticksandsharks)

Heather & Matthias: Nolan and Wendie used to be orphans (like all my other OCs) because parents were troublesome and difficult to conceive but eventually I wondered what if they did have parents? What would they be like? And through those vibes, H&M came to be and they were so distinctive in vibe and personality they ended up becoming actual OCs too, changing the narrative. ._.They are pretty new too. I don’t even have art of them.

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Many of my other OCs were born from Pokemon and nuzlocke runs but the more deliberate OCs don’t seem to stick around as much as those who came spontaneously. It’s because of which, I can’t simply create new OCs out of the air even when I really want to :’C

As you can see, the common theme for the creation of my OCs is: accidents

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(ALSO WHAT OH MY GOD. Was it that video where I made a pun so terrible that this guy paused from photographing flying foxes to groan xD I’ve never heard my accent described as “cute” before so haha thank you xD I’m flattered.)

#Anonymous #anon #oc ask #replied #this took me a whole day to answer ._.#wELL hERE YOU GO #oc beginnings #nuki beginnings #long post

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