Re: Petty Squabble [ROUND 2] [Acidity City]
04-05-2012, 11:15 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Carnea stared at Six. Then stared at Parsley. Then stared at Six again, and finally allowed her eyes to rest upon…her.
Very many things clicked into place.
“You…You think that – you – an artifact….you…absolute buffoon!”
She had only meant to hit him with a fist, but that fist happened to be holding a somewhat ornate doorknob. Still, it had the desired effect, and Carnea continued to swing at him, shouting something furiously. Parsley, on his part, turned a stagger into a dodge and held his head, woozily trying to remember whether ghosts could actually hit you with doorknobs or not. “You little delusional bastard I can’t believe that you would even – how could you possibly think – of all the stupid…”
As Carnea continued to browbeat Parsley all around the mirrored room, Six shifted the baby’s weight and raised a saw – then he glanced to a wall and decided that, on the whole, leaving would be a better decision. And he did so silently.
“I knew it, of course, how could I have not thought that you would give me trouble! You little close-minded….hm…” Carnea paused, looking upwards while Parsley quickly took the chance to try to remember what it was that warded off ghosts. “Close-minded…”
“’Scuse me, don’t mean to interrupt, but I believe you were going to talk to that other fellow? Because he ran away,” said the messenger.
“Oh, forget him! He can go gallivanting off with stupid little babies if that’s what he wants! Who gives a damn?! I don’t even know what sort of god he is! God of Crying and Being a Failure, that’s what!” The two floated upwards and out, the sounds of the goddess’ hysterical frustration eventually being drowned out by temple.
Parsley stood rather still in the middle of the room of mirrors.
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“—I just can’t believe that bitch stole him when he clearly had my name written all over him!”
The messenger simply nodded.
“I mean, I know it’s not a rule rule, but it’s a simple act of courtesy! I mean – “ It struck Carnea, quite suddenly, that she was bitching about a baby.
Well…she had just forgotten herself, that’s all. It was easy to do that under stress. She was pretty sure she could be considered ‘under stress.’ Very many stress…es. Very…much stress…?
“Is that guy also one of yours?”
She looked down. Envoy, in turn, didn't. Actually, he didn't do much of anything at all.
“Oh good, you got rid of her. I’m glad that you thought on my words – “
“I don’t think that’s the same one.”
Carnea squinted. “Oh. Yes. Well, they look the same. The stupid failure one is the same sort...of...whatever. This one’s the boring one. That’s what he is, literally. God of Boring. He’s so boring, he might as well be dead.”
Envoy did not visibly react. She hated that.
Carnea stared at Six. Then stared at Parsley. Then stared at Six again, and finally allowed her eyes to rest upon…her.
Very many things clicked into place.
“You…You think that – you – an artifact….you…absolute buffoon!”
She had only meant to hit him with a fist, but that fist happened to be holding a somewhat ornate doorknob. Still, it had the desired effect, and Carnea continued to swing at him, shouting something furiously. Parsley, on his part, turned a stagger into a dodge and held his head, woozily trying to remember whether ghosts could actually hit you with doorknobs or not. “You little delusional bastard I can’t believe that you would even – how could you possibly think – of all the stupid…”
As Carnea continued to browbeat Parsley all around the mirrored room, Six shifted the baby’s weight and raised a saw – then he glanced to a wall and decided that, on the whole, leaving would be a better decision. And he did so silently.
“I knew it, of course, how could I have not thought that you would give me trouble! You little close-minded….hm…” Carnea paused, looking upwards while Parsley quickly took the chance to try to remember what it was that warded off ghosts. “Close-minded…”
“’Scuse me, don’t mean to interrupt, but I believe you were going to talk to that other fellow? Because he ran away,” said the messenger.
“Oh, forget him! He can go gallivanting off with stupid little babies if that’s what he wants! Who gives a damn?! I don’t even know what sort of god he is! God of Crying and Being a Failure, that’s what!” The two floated upwards and out, the sounds of the goddess’ hysterical frustration eventually being drowned out by temple.
Parsley stood rather still in the middle of the room of mirrors.
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“—I just can’t believe that bitch stole him when he clearly had my name written all over him!”
The messenger simply nodded.
“I mean, I know it’s not a rule rule, but it’s a simple act of courtesy! I mean – “ It struck Carnea, quite suddenly, that she was bitching about a baby.
Well…she had just forgotten herself, that’s all. It was easy to do that under stress. She was pretty sure she could be considered ‘under stress.’ Very many stress…es. Very…much stress…?
“Is that guy also one of yours?”
She looked down. Envoy, in turn, didn't. Actually, he didn't do much of anything at all.
“Oh good, you got rid of her. I’m glad that you thought on my words – “
“I don’t think that’s the same one.”
Carnea squinted. “Oh. Yes. Well, they look the same. The stupid failure one is the same sort...of...whatever. This one’s the boring one. That’s what he is, literally. God of Boring. He’s so boring, he might as well be dead.”
Envoy did not visibly react. She hated that.