Post by Makes-No-Sense on Aug 4, 2010 2:05:46 GMT -8
"Morgan...now, it's time to go."
There had to be eyes in the dark. Watchers, wardens, assassians; something. No one leaves a place like this vacant of defenses.
That damn laugh, innocent with the venerial purity of the wyrms twisted motis operandi. She is gleaming off of everyone; don't look her in the eyes; wait, that's a changling. GOD DAMN IT!
Sister, we need to leave now. We need to get the kinfolk to safety. These fools may have just walked us into an ambush, and I don't trust any Get of Fenris right now.
"...But my parents live in that house right over there..."
Perfect. Just manipulatively perfect. Three young cliath with the heart of gold syndrome. Oh sure lets go check this out, we should call in the kinfolk to make sure it's safe. This is obviously the best idea they have had since they left the old country. This is why only commisinor Gordon got the keys to the bat signal.
Then this grutal half spoken half nasel congestion voice called out to me. "Makes-no-sense, come speak with me."
Oh great. More perfect thinking. Now he wants to tell me something he thinks he figured out. This should be like watching the birds at the zoo try to escape the double door system. They think they've mapped out their own Oceans worthy movie plan, then someone decides it would be a good idea to fill the gap they just made by walking through it! Tricksy two leggers!
"You make me promise...blah blah blah...blah blah blah...my territory...you in...blah blah blah..." Nasal nose here is asking me something, but my I want to beat you alarm has already gone off and the noise it's making is blocking the words from converting into the sense making!
"Umm...right...we'll talk about this later..." Be smart cliath, be smart. Don't ask why, we don't have time for this. Shit...I might as well bet on the three legged horse in the long acres mile.
"Mwah, mwah, mwah....mwah mwah...promise me...my territory...mwah...mwah..." If I break his nose will that make it all better? Will the nasel passage clear up enough for me to hear his voice?
Oh right, answer him...wait...fuck that. I have more important things to worry about. Where the fuck did they, ah yes. "Brena...let's go...now. This isn't safe. Morgan, you as well."
Of course I internalize my own reasons honestly. I'm not ready to lose another. I'll tell them it's because I'm scared of Vasilli. That'll keep the legend going. But really, a one armed man can't afford to test swords...or something like that.
Then the words I didn't expect. "Mmmmmm...no."
Excuse me, I ask myself. Self, I respond, why aren't you breaking them in half yet? That's a great question self, I'll get back to you on that.
[glow=red,2,300]They don't know any better yet brother. Let them be. Calm yourself. Remember your own curosity once brought you into messes you had to explain away?[/glow]
Was that, no. It's this place. Definately this place. No reason why...[glow=red,2,300]Your making excuses again, and they don't work on this half. Let them see. Have some trust.[/glow]..."Fuck this. We're gone. Now."
Of course they were reluctant. Now the lecture, here we go. "You two are to never go back there. You got it? Those idiots don't know how to make safe their own territory. We are never going back."
[glow=red,2,300]You are though. Aren't you?[/glow]
I hate faeries...
There had to be eyes in the dark. Watchers, wardens, assassians; something. No one leaves a place like this vacant of defenses.
That damn laugh, innocent with the venerial purity of the wyrms twisted motis operandi. She is gleaming off of everyone; don't look her in the eyes; wait, that's a changling. GOD DAMN IT!
"...But my parents live in that house right over there..."
Perfect. Just manipulatively perfect. Three young cliath with the heart of gold syndrome. Oh sure lets go check this out, we should call in the kinfolk to make sure it's safe. This is obviously the best idea they have had since they left the old country. This is why only commisinor Gordon got the keys to the bat signal.
Then this grutal half spoken half nasel congestion voice called out to me. "Makes-no-sense, come speak with me."
Oh great. More perfect thinking. Now he wants to tell me something he thinks he figured out. This should be like watching the birds at the zoo try to escape the double door system. They think they've mapped out their own Oceans worthy movie plan, then someone decides it would be a good idea to fill the gap they just made by walking through it! Tricksy two leggers!
"You make me promise...blah blah blah...blah blah blah...my territory...you in...blah blah blah..." Nasal nose here is asking me something, but my I want to beat you alarm has already gone off and the noise it's making is blocking the words from converting into the sense making!
"Umm...right...we'll talk about this later..." Be smart cliath, be smart. Don't ask why, we don't have time for this. Shit...I might as well bet on the three legged horse in the long acres mile.
"Mwah, mwah, mwah....mwah mwah...promise me...my territory...mwah...mwah..." If I break his nose will that make it all better? Will the nasel passage clear up enough for me to hear his voice?
Oh right, answer him...wait...fuck that. I have more important things to worry about. Where the fuck did they, ah yes. "Brena...let's go...now. This isn't safe. Morgan, you as well."
Of course I internalize my own reasons honestly. I'm not ready to lose another. I'll tell them it's because I'm scared of Vasilli. That'll keep the legend going. But really, a one armed man can't afford to test swords...or something like that.
Then the words I didn't expect. "Mmmmmm...no."
Excuse me, I ask myself. Self, I respond, why aren't you breaking them in half yet? That's a great question self, I'll get back to you on that.
[glow=red,2,300]They don't know any better yet brother. Let them be. Calm yourself. Remember your own curosity once brought you into messes you had to explain away?[/glow]
Was that, no. It's this place. Definately this place. No reason why...[glow=red,2,300]Your making excuses again, and they don't work on this half. Let them see. Have some trust.[/glow]..."Fuck this. We're gone. Now."
Of course they were reluctant. Now the lecture, here we go. "You two are to never go back there. You got it? Those idiots don't know how to make safe their own territory. We are never going back."
[glow=red,2,300]You are though. Aren't you?[/glow]
I hate faeries...