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aintnoconvict) wrote2010-01-29 01:23 pm
aintnoconvict) wrote2010-01-29 01:23 pm
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Fic ± Five Things
[The "futchar!" meme got me thinking...which is never good. And the following items came to fruition. And yes I borrowed a few people.]
Five Things That May or May Not Happen To Glitch In Taxon
1. Exit Does Not Exist
The magic lessons had been progressing well. DG could levitate fairly hefty objects and had mastered summoning, and was now working on teleportation. The sound of her hands coming together, followed by the sound of Glitch's running feet as he tracked her down, reverberated through the palace. When he found her there was always a laugh, and a triumphant hug as they celebrated her expanding abilities.
"I think I'm ready to go farther," DG said after a week of practice.
"Oh?" Glitch asked and tilted his head. "How farther is farther?"
She shrugged. "The workshop? It's not too far, and I know it really well, so that'd be a good starting point."
He agreed and promised to watch the map for her dot, and she promised to call him as soon as she materialized. Then DG clapped her hands and vanished.
Quite some time later Glitch was found standing in the nondescript apartment complex where the Northern Island used to be. He smiled absently at the concerned questions, then went back to staring at his tablet map, confident that the dot would reappear any time now.
Any time now.
Any time now.
2. Gravity Rides Everything
He still wasn't so sure about hitting a girl, but Buffy promised it was fine, and nine times out of ten she managed to dodge anyway.
thump
...eight times out of ten.
"Are-" Glitch never finished the question because she was back up and coming at him, and he really had to dodge because even though she promised she was holding back it still hurt when she got a strike in.
("Or you could, maybe, just wear the padding."
"And and I still say I can't dance in that get-up, doll.")
It really was more like dancing than sparring, especially when he let her pick the music.
3. Workin' on Leavin' the Livin' (or: "Well, that's you all over!")
Monsters. Lots and lots of monsters. No one could be sure where they came from but he'd been working on it, had probably gotten close to figuring it out but that was obviously not going to happen now.
Another sort of monster stood over him, head cocked, and all he could think about was blue.
"What happened?" Illyria asked. Not caring, not curious, just an arbitrary query.
"Well," Glitch began, and giggled a bit hysterically. "First they took me legs off and threw them over there..."
4. Paper Thin Walls
Over the annuals he'd become used to sleeping on his side so the tab wouldn't dig into the back of his skull. Gradually he'd curled up tighter, knees to his chest and arms over his head, protected as he could be from whatever might come for him as he slept.
Old habits died hard, but in time he learned. There was a shoulder to rest his head on, another pair of arms to shelter him, legs to tangle with his own, and in time he remembered how to sleep like a normal person.
"You know me?"
This question was posed every morning, and usually Glitch would respond with a smile, a quick nod, and a request for five more minutes of snuggles.
5. I've Got It All (Most)
Everyone turned up. Everyone. Raw and Cain (who'd assured them that the O.Z. was free again), a teenage Azkadellia from before the witch claimed her, Tutor, the Queen and her consort, a young Viewer named Kalm and a young man named Jeb, and a bloodied, terrified woman called Adora whom Cain whisked away for a week.
There was also Ambrose, who was younger, smarter, prettier, and more reliable than Glitch.
"You're more fun than he is," DG pointed out as she tightened the chin strap on his helmet. "There. I hope this thing is as good as you say, I'm trusting it with some pretty precious cargo."
"Oh, I'm sure it's fine," he replied and knocked on the helmet for good measure. High-grade plastic under an outer shell of mauritanium imbued with a protection spell, his noggin had never been safer. Or shinier. "So...I just need to..."
DG laughed and strapped on her own helmet. "Just hang on and enjoy the ride." She kicked her motorcycle's engine into life, and soon they were tearing through the city's hodgepodge streets.
It wasn't home, it wasn't perfect, and occasionally it was more like a nightmare. But some days, like this one, it could be a little piece of heaven, too.
Five Things That May or May Not Happen To Glitch In Taxon
1. Exit Does Not Exist
The magic lessons had been progressing well. DG could levitate fairly hefty objects and had mastered summoning, and was now working on teleportation. The sound of her hands coming together, followed by the sound of Glitch's running feet as he tracked her down, reverberated through the palace. When he found her there was always a laugh, and a triumphant hug as they celebrated her expanding abilities.
"I think I'm ready to go farther," DG said after a week of practice.
"Oh?" Glitch asked and tilted his head. "How farther is farther?"
She shrugged. "The workshop? It's not too far, and I know it really well, so that'd be a good starting point."
He agreed and promised to watch the map for her dot, and she promised to call him as soon as she materialized. Then DG clapped her hands and vanished.
Quite some time later Glitch was found standing in the nondescript apartment complex where the Northern Island used to be. He smiled absently at the concerned questions, then went back to staring at his tablet map, confident that the dot would reappear any time now.
Any time now.
Any time now.
2. Gravity Rides Everything
He still wasn't so sure about hitting a girl, but Buffy promised it was fine, and nine times out of ten she managed to dodge anyway.
thump
...eight times out of ten.
"Are-" Glitch never finished the question because she was back up and coming at him, and he really had to dodge because even though she promised she was holding back it still hurt when she got a strike in.
("Or you could, maybe, just wear the padding."
"And and I still say I can't dance in that get-up, doll.")
It really was more like dancing than sparring, especially when he let her pick the music.
3. Workin' on Leavin' the Livin' (or: "Well, that's you all over!")
Monsters. Lots and lots of monsters. No one could be sure where they came from but he'd been working on it, had probably gotten close to figuring it out but that was obviously not going to happen now.
Another sort of monster stood over him, head cocked, and all he could think about was blue.
"What happened?" Illyria asked. Not caring, not curious, just an arbitrary query.
"Well," Glitch began, and giggled a bit hysterically. "First they took me legs off and threw them over there..."
4. Paper Thin Walls
Over the annuals he'd become used to sleeping on his side so the tab wouldn't dig into the back of his skull. Gradually he'd curled up tighter, knees to his chest and arms over his head, protected as he could be from whatever might come for him as he slept.
Old habits died hard, but in time he learned. There was a shoulder to rest his head on, another pair of arms to shelter him, legs to tangle with his own, and in time he remembered how to sleep like a normal person.
"You know me?"
This question was posed every morning, and usually Glitch would respond with a smile, a quick nod, and a request for five more minutes of snuggles.
5. I've Got It All (Most)
Everyone turned up. Everyone. Raw and Cain (who'd assured them that the O.Z. was free again), a teenage Azkadellia from before the witch claimed her, Tutor, the Queen and her consort, a young Viewer named Kalm and a young man named Jeb, and a bloodied, terrified woman called Adora whom Cain whisked away for a week.
There was also Ambrose, who was younger, smarter, prettier, and more reliable than Glitch.
"You're more fun than he is," DG pointed out as she tightened the chin strap on his helmet. "There. I hope this thing is as good as you say, I'm trusting it with some pretty precious cargo."
"Oh, I'm sure it's fine," he replied and knocked on the helmet for good measure. High-grade plastic under an outer shell of mauritanium imbued with a protection spell, his noggin had never been safer. Or shinier. "So...I just need to..."
DG laughed and strapped on her own helmet. "Just hang on and enjoy the ride." She kicked her motorcycle's engine into life, and soon they were tearing through the city's hodgepodge streets.
It wasn't home, it wasn't perfect, and occasionally it was more like a nightmare. But some days, like this one, it could be a little piece of heaven, too.
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