Re: The Great Belligerency [Round 1: The Rainy Place]
08-15-2010, 08:44 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
It was a bad thing to lose your temper. A very very bad thing. Taking your anger out on something, or worse, someone, was a sin and the perpetrator would suffer any number of various forms of dismemberment. Good little children didn't fight or raise their voices against their parents and Soft was a good girl so she didn't do anything besides mutter something dark under her breath. She stared at the haughty god from underneath her black bangs until he was out of sight.
The book did not give her much during their short encounter, but it did whisper something about a grave wrong he had committed at one point in his life after a bunch of filler about how long he lived and the creation of a world and blah blah blah, mythological stuff she had heard before. She was tempted to go and punish him now for whatever he did but that would be acting out of temper and Soft was a good girl. She noted this unknown wrong as well as a superiority issue that should be fixed and moved on to cool down. Scale-Boy would get his due soon, oh yes...
Soft swung her axe stiffly, often getting close to trashing the furniture that were so neatly placed about. She walked about the house in this manner, encountering nobody and avoiding any voices she heard. Her swings eventually got more leisurely as she decided to disregard the small slight recently made against her. She had even started humming a cheerful tune, watching the rain pitter-patter against the windows when the lights went out.
The Spirit of Fairy Tales didn't quite understand what was going on at first but then reasoned it out. People had to conserve oil because oil could get expensive. Lamps were only lit when it got too dark to see and there was still work to be done. Lamps didn't need to be lit when the sun was up or when it was bedtime. The sun was obviously not out, if not down, then at least obscured by the thick clouds outside. It was too dark to read, even. Which meant it was bedtime. Which meant it was the time all little boys and girls had to be in bed.
Soft had not listened to much of what the Dark-Man had said. He had only mentioned her once and it all didn't seem to interfere with her job. The only thing that caught her attention was that he said that all those other people were rather bad. She had known bad children to sneak around past bedtime, up to no good. She wouldn't put it past them to be sneaking around now. She would just have to go around and make sure they wouldn't sneak around ever again.
With a hum and a swing, Soft rested her large axe softly on her shoulder before carefully making her way through the dark house. She would have to be quiet if she wanted to catch those bad children disobeying curfew.
It was a bad thing to lose your temper. A very very bad thing. Taking your anger out on something, or worse, someone, was a sin and the perpetrator would suffer any number of various forms of dismemberment. Good little children didn't fight or raise their voices against their parents and Soft was a good girl so she didn't do anything besides mutter something dark under her breath. She stared at the haughty god from underneath her black bangs until he was out of sight.
The book did not give her much during their short encounter, but it did whisper something about a grave wrong he had committed at one point in his life after a bunch of filler about how long he lived and the creation of a world and blah blah blah, mythological stuff she had heard before. She was tempted to go and punish him now for whatever he did but that would be acting out of temper and Soft was a good girl. She noted this unknown wrong as well as a superiority issue that should be fixed and moved on to cool down. Scale-Boy would get his due soon, oh yes...
Soft swung her axe stiffly, often getting close to trashing the furniture that were so neatly placed about. She walked about the house in this manner, encountering nobody and avoiding any voices she heard. Her swings eventually got more leisurely as she decided to disregard the small slight recently made against her. She had even started humming a cheerful tune, watching the rain pitter-patter against the windows when the lights went out.
The Spirit of Fairy Tales didn't quite understand what was going on at first but then reasoned it out. People had to conserve oil because oil could get expensive. Lamps were only lit when it got too dark to see and there was still work to be done. Lamps didn't need to be lit when the sun was up or when it was bedtime. The sun was obviously not out, if not down, then at least obscured by the thick clouds outside. It was too dark to read, even. Which meant it was bedtime. Which meant it was the time all little boys and girls had to be in bed.
Soft had not listened to much of what the Dark-Man had said. He had only mentioned her once and it all didn't seem to interfere with her job. The only thing that caught her attention was that he said that all those other people were rather bad. She had known bad children to sneak around past bedtime, up to no good. She wouldn't put it past them to be sneaking around now. She would just have to go around and make sure they wouldn't sneak around ever again.
With a hum and a swing, Soft rested her large axe softly on her shoulder before carefully making her way through the dark house. She would have to be quiet if she wanted to catch those bad children disobeying curfew.