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sparkindarknessEDIT for some reason, part of it is missing.
I've actually got a backlog now - I'm writing so much (argh! Don't jinx it!) Still, i'm going to steadily post rather than blitz post.
It could just be that I'm drawing this whole thing out waaaaaaaaaaay too long.
As ever, previous episodes/chapters/rambles are in my memories for easy reference.
I laid out my tools carefully before me. “Attend me Ghost.” I felt the spirit’s shuddering attention. Ahrimadan stretched luxuriantly. “So far I have merely played one CD - albeit on a mind numbing repeat loop. I have only just begun”. I waved a hand over the collection in front of me.
“In my left hand I have a ‘Best of S Club 7” CD. Amazed as I am that the word ‘best’ can be applied in the context, I suppose all things are relative. In my right hand I have a Celine Dion compilation. Before me is one of Rick’s more pointless devices that is, nevertheless, capable of mixing these together with the Spice Girls collection and the worst atrocities the 60s, 70s and 80s have inflicted on the world. We even have a ‘best of Karaoke’ selection compiled in clubs and bars across the country that I am amazed anyone would pay money for, especially since the UN is surely due to confiscate the things in a secure facility for the protection of us all. At my feet is a collection of DVDs. The one on top is the anime Vampire Warriors, perhaps the worst criminal act ever committed in the history of television - nay, in the history of media itself. The DVDs beneath it are no better, believe me.”
I carefully adjusted the myriad technical gizmos scattered around me, for the first time grateful that Rick had wasted so much time telling me how to use them. “I don’t know which would wear out first if we left them in an endless repeat loop… or how long it would take. But it might be amusing to find out.”
This is a whole new depth of evil. Even for you.
“Consider me an innovative trailblazer.” I smiled, it wasn’t entirely pleasant.
I could just run away..
“Spirit Guides have a special connection to an object or fetish that the Shaman is supposed to carry with them at all times - though Rick does tend to forget it. Probably because he changes it every few weeks as the whim takes him. Don’t treat me as an idiot - what this gizmo senses, you sense.”
You can’t blame me, I’ve spent too long with Rick, you end up treating everyone like an idiot. It makes for less mental gear changing.
“So, do I press play?” My finger hovered over the fateful button.
This just confirms everything they say about you. You could have tried sweet reason and persuasive arguments, but you go right to the torture. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I pronounce him evil as charged.
“You said it yourself, you’re used to dealing with Rick. I would have thought sweet reason would be too alien for you.”
Touché. Torture is much more familiar - as familiar as daily conversation in fact.
“So will you help me find Rick? Or do I subject you to torture rarely found outside a Eurovision song contest?”
Fine, we’ll find the guy. But only if you destroy his music collection first.
“Believe me it would be my pleasure. It will keep me occupied until Donald arrives - in the very near future.” I gave the three bemused relatives a hard glare for emphasis. The man had better be on the fastest plane they could find.
“He’ll get here as soon as he can, Darren.” Liam was still nervous. I wondered vaguely if he could See a future that involves me reducing him to a rotten puddle on the floor and feeding his soul to my cat. I imagined so, after all, it was a very likely future event. “It’s not easy - I’ve already got three Camaalis here. The Clan’s going to start wondering what’s happening here that I need so much magical support.”
“You have Seer’s right - they have to obey a Seer who swears it is necessary.”
Liam made a rude sound. “Since when has any Camaalis gracefully accepted HAVING to do anything? Besides, even the obedient ones are going to be curious.”
“I am not concerned about the family. They may be curious and they may cause some difficulty, but in the end they will respect a Seer’s right to do what he believes is necessary.” Even as a ghost, Rhiannon managed to sound prim. “But what will The Concord do if they learn that we have this many Camaalis here on their territory?”
“Nothing compared to what I’ll do if you don’t get Rick back to me before the week’s over.” I knew I was growling and knew it wasn’t quite natural. My power was coming so easy now. It had been so long since I spent any real time without all my wards in effect. I didn’t think I could force myself to put the chains back on again now. Not after feeling this free. I had the tattoos and a truly incessant conscience, wasn’t that enough for the world？Wasn’t that enough pain? It would have to be. For now, at least.
“You didn’t say there was a time limit!” Liam’s worried voice broke my reverie.
“Tough, I’m imposing one. You should have seen it coming, cousin.” Katherine actually laughed at me. It had been a long time, years before I had last heard her laugh. Now the memory was forever going to be tainted by the sound of rotting flesh and the wet, breaking sound of corrupted muscles straining to make a human, living, mortal sound. I mentally stomped down the waves of guilt and sadness that rose up within me. Not now. Not yet.
“Make some calls, cousin. Make it happen - I’m not getting any more patient.” I left them there to do what they had to while I tried to get some rest.
I would need my energy to find Rick. Not ‘look for,’ find. Failure really isn’t an option I’m thinking of. I lay back, holding Rick in my mind, trying with thought to feel the desperate cold space besides me where Rick should be, and the even deeper, colder space inside my chest that hurt far more than the stake through the heart ever had.
I've actually got a backlog now - I'm writing so much (argh! Don't jinx it!) Still, i'm going to steadily post rather than blitz post.
It could just be that I'm drawing this whole thing out waaaaaaaaaaay too long.
As ever, previous episodes/chapters/rambles are in my memories for easy reference.
I laid out my tools carefully before me. “Attend me Ghost.” I felt the spirit’s shuddering attention. Ahrimadan stretched luxuriantly. “So far I have merely played one CD - albeit on a mind numbing repeat loop. I have only just begun”. I waved a hand over the collection in front of me.
“In my left hand I have a ‘Best of S Club 7” CD. Amazed as I am that the word ‘best’ can be applied in the context, I suppose all things are relative. In my right hand I have a Celine Dion compilation. Before me is one of Rick’s more pointless devices that is, nevertheless, capable of mixing these together with the Spice Girls collection and the worst atrocities the 60s, 70s and 80s have inflicted on the world. We even have a ‘best of Karaoke’ selection compiled in clubs and bars across the country that I am amazed anyone would pay money for, especially since the UN is surely due to confiscate the things in a secure facility for the protection of us all. At my feet is a collection of DVDs. The one on top is the anime Vampire Warriors, perhaps the worst criminal act ever committed in the history of television - nay, in the history of media itself. The DVDs beneath it are no better, believe me.”
I carefully adjusted the myriad technical gizmos scattered around me, for the first time grateful that Rick had wasted so much time telling me how to use them. “I don’t know which would wear out first if we left them in an endless repeat loop… or how long it would take. But it might be amusing to find out.”
This is a whole new depth of evil. Even for you.
“Consider me an innovative trailblazer.” I smiled, it wasn’t entirely pleasant.
I could just run away..
“Spirit Guides have a special connection to an object or fetish that the Shaman is supposed to carry with them at all times - though Rick does tend to forget it. Probably because he changes it every few weeks as the whim takes him. Don’t treat me as an idiot - what this gizmo senses, you sense.”
You can’t blame me, I’ve spent too long with Rick, you end up treating everyone like an idiot. It makes for less mental gear changing.
“So, do I press play?” My finger hovered over the fateful button.
This just confirms everything they say about you. You could have tried sweet reason and persuasive arguments, but you go right to the torture. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I pronounce him evil as charged.
“You said it yourself, you’re used to dealing with Rick. I would have thought sweet reason would be too alien for you.”
Touché. Torture is much more familiar - as familiar as daily conversation in fact.
“So will you help me find Rick? Or do I subject you to torture rarely found outside a Eurovision song contest?”
Fine, we’ll find the guy. But only if you destroy his music collection first.
“Believe me it would be my pleasure. It will keep me occupied until Donald arrives - in the very near future.” I gave the three bemused relatives a hard glare for emphasis. The man had better be on the fastest plane they could find.
“He’ll get here as soon as he can, Darren.” Liam was still nervous. I wondered vaguely if he could See a future that involves me reducing him to a rotten puddle on the floor and feeding his soul to my cat. I imagined so, after all, it was a very likely future event. “It’s not easy - I’ve already got three Camaalis here. The Clan’s going to start wondering what’s happening here that I need so much magical support.”
“You have Seer’s right - they have to obey a Seer who swears it is necessary.”
Liam made a rude sound. “Since when has any Camaalis gracefully accepted HAVING to do anything? Besides, even the obedient ones are going to be curious.”
“I am not concerned about the family. They may be curious and they may cause some difficulty, but in the end they will respect a Seer’s right to do what he believes is necessary.” Even as a ghost, Rhiannon managed to sound prim. “But what will The Concord do if they learn that we have this many Camaalis here on their territory?”
“Nothing compared to what I’ll do if you don’t get Rick back to me before the week’s over.” I knew I was growling and knew it wasn’t quite natural. My power was coming so easy now. It had been so long since I spent any real time without all my wards in effect. I didn’t think I could force myself to put the chains back on again now. Not after feeling this free. I had the tattoos and a truly incessant conscience, wasn’t that enough for the world？Wasn’t that enough pain? It would have to be. For now, at least.
“You didn’t say there was a time limit!” Liam’s worried voice broke my reverie.
“Tough, I’m imposing one. You should have seen it coming, cousin.” Katherine actually laughed at me. It had been a long time, years before I had last heard her laugh. Now the memory was forever going to be tainted by the sound of rotting flesh and the wet, breaking sound of corrupted muscles straining to make a human, living, mortal sound. I mentally stomped down the waves of guilt and sadness that rose up within me. Not now. Not yet.
“Make some calls, cousin. Make it happen - I’m not getting any more patient.” I left them there to do what they had to while I tried to get some rest.
I would need my energy to find Rick. Not ‘look for,’ find. Failure really isn’t an option I’m thinking of. I lay back, holding Rick in my mind, trying with thought to feel the desperate cold space besides me where Rick should be, and the even deeper, colder space inside my chest that hurt far more than the stake through the heart ever had.
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Date: 2005-06-30 06:22 pm (UTC)Muahahahahaaa. I must remember that one.
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Date: 2005-06-30 08:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-06-30 07:21 pm (UTC)You can’t blame me, I’ve spent too long with Rick, you end up treating everyone like an idiot. It makes for less mental gear changing.
*cackle* oh dear. i do love ghost.
This just confirms everything they say about you. You could have tried sweet reason and persuasive arguments, but you go right to the torture. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I pronounce him evil as charged.
“You said it yourself, you’re used to dealing with Rick. I would have thought sweet reason would be too alien for you.”
so, so dead. yes. XD rick's ears have to be itching terribly by now, on top of everything else....
ah, and gentle spiral from humour to grief. you'll find him, darren. you have to. think of it this way--if it doesn't happen, there's no more Story. and Story doesn't like that. i say yank all the strings you can! after all, all's fair in love and war. and if by some stretch of the imagination, by some rare chance you happen to stumble onto something that isn't, use it anyway, for the added element of surprise and awe.
book of markkastanen, 5:28 ;)
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Date: 2005-06-30 08:25 pm (UTC)Heee and I killed a Kami :) I like Ghost, I really think I do. i can almost forgive his bitching about my computer.
I knew Markkastanen would start a religion for tax reasons!
And all is fair, I couldn't agree mo- waaaait... this is my head they're going to be playing 'fair' in!