Induction Coil and the Knife
Because I hadn't been mean enough.
Central Elysium - Dock Shore
Weathered driftwood timbers stand firmly planted in the shore, supporting a pier of well-sanded and splinter-less planks, pegged carefully together. A well-crafted boardwalk continues east and west of here, draped with multicolored fabric pennants, stairs leading down to the obsidian sands. There is a pleasant shady space underneath nearly the whole length of the boardwalk where the sand slopes to meet the landward undersides. A steamship awaits passengers at the dock.
High above, the solar sphere moves in its grand procession, painting the sky a gentle azure hue. Wisps of white clouds play about, preparing for the inevitable evening showers.
Contents:
Induction-Coil
Jeremy
A steamship seems to be approaching from the south, puffing idealized white clouds.
...
Besax's steamship arrives, and like an ink stain his shadow precedes him as he steps out on to the docks.
Jeremy's smiles fades with the delicacy of a wilting flower under an acetylene torch. He takes a step back. He would like to be brave. Really he would. All his signs show indication of the opposite. At least he hasn't lost control of lower digestive funcitons.
Besax slips close to Jeremy, savoring that succulent fear, unable to resist it. What villian could? He breathes it in like a dying breath, nostrils flaring, his fingertips cupping Jeremy's muzzle with needle clawteeth.
Jeremy curls his dark lips, small fangs visible. "I can smell where that hand has been..."
Induction-Coil has been wandering aroudn the beach, quietly, looking for the fox.. and finds him, along with, well.. he used the appelation Mr. CreepyFerret a few hours ago. "Did you FOLLOW me...?" he murmurs.
Jeremy hears the second voice and looks confused. Where did Indy come from? Must have been away from the dock when the shaman showed up.
Besax's eyes are absolutely hidden behind his mirrorshades. "Then you know who it has touched, who it has caressed and who it has struck in anger." It need not be mentioned that it has the scent of someone he knows and thought long lost and dead on it. He turns to Indi. "Yes."
Jeremy says, "I just want to be left alone. If there's anyone in this place you shouldn't bother thinking about, it's me."
Induction-Coil'es ears flatten, tail curling between his legs in worry and fear. He looks over at Jeremy, nose dipped. "Sorry.." he mouthes.
You say, "I didn't come here for you, Jeremy, as pleasant the stench of your fear can be. I came to talk to Induction Coil."
You say, "You remember me, Indi, don't you?"
You say, "Between the wire and the rusty knife lay the tendrils of your nightmare, lay I."
You whisper, "symbolism from an unpleasant dream you had not too long ago, but not too recently either." to Induction-Coil.
Induction-Coil licks dry lips, shuddering a bit. He looks from Besax, back to Jeremy, then back to the ferret. "Um... We can talk somewhere else...?" he half-questions, half-offers to both.
Besax's arm raises, and points toward the beach. "No. I chose this place for our meeting for a reason, Induction Coil."
Jeremy slowly sinks to the dock, in a kneel, a brass framework growing over the side of his face out of his ear, monocle clicking into place. There is an uncomfortable pause, and then the fox's voice becomes chorded, buzzing, vulgar with authority, >>> You should not have come here. <<<
Besax renders Jeremy impotent with inattention, ignoring his proclamations.
Induction-Coil says, "Look, I just wanted to talk to Jeremy because he said he might like me to come here sometime, and I dodn't wanna lead anyone else here, especially..." He takes a step back toward the fox, and is bolstered a bit by the change and new tone of voice. He adds to it, though it far less confidence. "Yeah..."
Besax draws a knife, throws it, it embeds half-hilt-deep in the surf, the iron splashed by salt water. "It is )required( of you, Induction Coil, that you do me a service." He points towards the knife. "There is a weapon, even now beginning to rust. It is within your power to affect with your spirit magic."
Induction-Coil looks down at the knife. "How do YOU know what I can do," he replies.
Jeremy rises, as if on wires, the sounds of clockwork cacophony abruptly emerging from the sands of the island. Well well, if it isn't the Royal Brasstacean Guard, large clunky cameras in claw, ready to photograph the tourists for scrapbooks. The fox has horrifying ambivalence. The flesh fears. The metal is mad. It seems Jeremy is being held in service. The Throne watches with cool indifference as the two foreigners discuss non-Elysian business. There is no indication of why it does not act. It certainly isn't out of fear, considering the nine units deployed.
Besax's gaze flicks to the RBG behind the mirrorshades, revealing nothing outside."I have been in your dreams, Induction Coil. I have seen the play of the electrons along the dance of ether. I know some significant portion of your capabilities." He gestures to the knife, his shadow fluttering out like an oil spill to caress it. "Take it up in your hand, Induction Coil, and take it home. You will know what to do with it."
Jeremy is clearly in growing discomfort, wincing like a clockwork cyborg rejecting implants.
Induction-Coil looks back to Jeremy, and cringes, even more worried now. He takes a step closer to the knife, hand outstretched. "If I do, will you leave...?"
You say, "Yes."
Induction-Coil kneels, reaching out to carefully just touch the knife lightly with a finger, getting a feel for it, its energies, its intentions, if he can.
....oooOOO ____===>>> \\\__oO_oO0 o . ....,
cut
bleed
Induction-Coil shudders, and pauses for a moment, but looks back at Jeremy. That can't be healthy, especially for a Victorian single-lifer. Finally the coyote grips the knife, pulling it way. "Go now..?" he says to the ferret, eyes squeezed shut, the sound half between a bark and a whimper.
Besax is already walking away, by the time that Induction Coil has turned around. The steamship roars up and putters away.
Central Elysium - Dock Shore
Weathered driftwood timbers stand firmly planted in the shore, supporting a pier of well-sanded and splinter-less planks, pegged carefully together. A well-crafted boardwalk continues east and west of here, draped with multicolored fabric pennants, stairs leading down to the obsidian sands. There is a pleasant shady space underneath nearly the whole length of the boardwalk where the sand slopes to meet the landward undersides. A steamship awaits passengers at the dock.
High above, the solar sphere moves in its grand procession, painting the sky a gentle azure hue. Wisps of white clouds play about, preparing for the inevitable evening showers.
Contents:
Induction-Coil
Jeremy
A steamship seems to be approaching from the south, puffing idealized white clouds.
...
Besax's steamship arrives, and like an ink stain his shadow precedes him as he steps out on to the docks.
Jeremy's smiles fades with the delicacy of a wilting flower under an acetylene torch. He takes a step back. He would like to be brave. Really he would. All his signs show indication of the opposite. At least he hasn't lost control of lower digestive funcitons.
Besax slips close to Jeremy, savoring that succulent fear, unable to resist it. What villian could? He breathes it in like a dying breath, nostrils flaring, his fingertips cupping Jeremy's muzzle with needle clawteeth.
Jeremy curls his dark lips, small fangs visible. "I can smell where that hand has been..."
Induction-Coil has been wandering aroudn the beach, quietly, looking for the fox.. and finds him, along with, well.. he used the appelation Mr. CreepyFerret a few hours ago. "Did you FOLLOW me...?" he murmurs.
Jeremy hears the second voice and looks confused. Where did Indy come from? Must have been away from the dock when the shaman showed up.
Besax's eyes are absolutely hidden behind his mirrorshades. "Then you know who it has touched, who it has caressed and who it has struck in anger." It need not be mentioned that it has the scent of someone he knows and thought long lost and dead on it. He turns to Indi. "Yes."
Jeremy says, "I just want to be left alone. If there's anyone in this place you shouldn't bother thinking about, it's me."
Induction-Coil'es ears flatten, tail curling between his legs in worry and fear. He looks over at Jeremy, nose dipped. "Sorry.." he mouthes.
You say, "I didn't come here for you, Jeremy, as pleasant the stench of your fear can be. I came to talk to Induction Coil."
You say, "You remember me, Indi, don't you?"
You say, "Between the wire and the rusty knife lay the tendrils of your nightmare, lay I."
You whisper, "symbolism from an unpleasant dream you had not too long ago, but not too recently either." to Induction-Coil.
Induction-Coil licks dry lips, shuddering a bit. He looks from Besax, back to Jeremy, then back to the ferret. "Um... We can talk somewhere else...?" he half-questions, half-offers to both.
Besax's arm raises, and points toward the beach. "No. I chose this place for our meeting for a reason, Induction Coil."
Jeremy slowly sinks to the dock, in a kneel, a brass framework growing over the side of his face out of his ear, monocle clicking into place. There is an uncomfortable pause, and then the fox's voice becomes chorded, buzzing, vulgar with authority, >>> You should not have come here. <<<
Besax renders Jeremy impotent with inattention, ignoring his proclamations.
Induction-Coil says, "Look, I just wanted to talk to Jeremy because he said he might like me to come here sometime, and I dodn't wanna lead anyone else here, especially..." He takes a step back toward the fox, and is bolstered a bit by the change and new tone of voice. He adds to it, though it far less confidence. "Yeah..."
Besax draws a knife, throws it, it embeds half-hilt-deep in the surf, the iron splashed by salt water. "It is )required( of you, Induction Coil, that you do me a service." He points towards the knife. "There is a weapon, even now beginning to rust. It is within your power to affect with your spirit magic."
Induction-Coil looks down at the knife. "How do YOU know what I can do," he replies.
Jeremy rises, as if on wires, the sounds of clockwork cacophony abruptly emerging from the sands of the island. Well well, if it isn't the Royal Brasstacean Guard, large clunky cameras in claw, ready to photograph the tourists for scrapbooks. The fox has horrifying ambivalence. The flesh fears. The metal is mad. It seems Jeremy is being held in service. The Throne watches with cool indifference as the two foreigners discuss non-Elysian business. There is no indication of why it does not act. It certainly isn't out of fear, considering the nine units deployed.
Besax's gaze flicks to the RBG behind the mirrorshades, revealing nothing outside."I have been in your dreams, Induction Coil. I have seen the play of the electrons along the dance of ether. I know some significant portion of your capabilities." He gestures to the knife, his shadow fluttering out like an oil spill to caress it. "Take it up in your hand, Induction Coil, and take it home. You will know what to do with it."
Jeremy is clearly in growing discomfort, wincing like a clockwork cyborg rejecting implants.
Induction-Coil looks back to Jeremy, and cringes, even more worried now. He takes a step closer to the knife, hand outstretched. "If I do, will you leave...?"
You say, "Yes."
Induction-Coil kneels, reaching out to carefully just touch the knife lightly with a finger, getting a feel for it, its energies, its intentions, if he can.
....oooOOO ____===>>> \\\__oO_oO0 o . ....,
cut
bleed
Induction-Coil shudders, and pauses for a moment, but looks back at Jeremy. That can't be healthy, especially for a Victorian single-lifer. Finally the coyote grips the knife, pulling it way. "Go now..?" he says to the ferret, eyes squeezed shut, the sound half between a bark and a whimper.
Besax is already walking away, by the time that Induction Coil has turned around. The steamship roars up and putters away.