chance and order
I am close to having all my stuff packed for my big move. I am tired of packing. I'm tired of trying to keep up with everything.
Torque smiles and gives a wave. "Hey there stranger. Long time no see."
Inhatti curtseys precisely. "We have been running the Red Queen's Race of late."
Torque aaahs, giving a polite bow in return. "Better Racing the Red Queen then Croquet with the Queen of Hearts. At least the Red Queen is well mannered. "
Inhatti says, "It depends on which mask the Queen of Hearts is wearing. When her mouth is covered she is very pretty and submissive..
Torque says, "It does depend, it does... Though I still prefer chess over cards. At most, Chess has one point of luck, that being the choice of white or black in the begining. Cards have some stategy, in knowledge of probability, but still.. It is chance. And chance does not make for a fair mistress or pet."
Inhatti produces a deck of cards from her pocket and flourishes it: the whole range of cards. A few twists and passes, another flourish, and all are the Ace of Spades. (There are endless fractals of fucking, screaming beings in that large dark glyph. Drawing you in Pulling Telling you whispers of--) The cards close again, and she pulls out the Tower. "Chance is what thou make of it."
Torque takes a sharp breath in, hackles rising slightly. Then he relaxes, a more passive grin spreads and he glances at the card. "I suppose.... I don't enjoy leaving things to chance though. Not when I can stack the deck myself. Thats why I enjoy runes moreso. " He manifests a bag, quietly sifting though the stones and pulling one out. "Runes are not just chance. They are also tools. Runes can of course be shuffled and drawn like cards...but each rune also is a tool of its own, and can be applied as easily as any hammer to nail can. Power of Sigil."
Inhatti rips the Tower in two and lets her deck fall. The cards flutter off like autumn moths. "We like chance. We might live or die on the fall of a coin. Risk, what is risk? There is no risk. We are Legion, We win and lose at once." She licks one of her eyeballs. "All complex systems are sigils, if thou wouldst have them be. Patterns exist in the world and Mind sees them."
Torque inhales sharply, just clutching the stone in paw, ears perked high. "Oh, don't get me wrong.. In certain situations Chance can be nice. It mixes things up afterall, and if it wasn't for chance, I wouldn't have most of the things in life I enjoy. Chance is what breaks things and I like fixing broken things. Really, rather the opposite of you I suppose. You like breaking things that like to fix things like you... Still, pattern and chaos are just extensions of one another. I don't thing anyone will ever figure out if chaos eventually crystalizes into order or if it's just wishful thinking and dubious pattern recognition. Still... I much rather suceed due to my own hard work and ingenuity then a lucky break, you know?"
Inhatti laughs. "Were we predictable, We would not be Strange." She kisses her fingers and blows over them at you. "We find the world buoys Us up often enough, when We ask it. Make the patterns thou wilt. We make Our own." And with a grin, she is a pillar of burning blood that fountains up into the sky, leaving only a nasty stain and a few befuddled plastic mice blinking at each other.
I'm not sure what I was trying to tell myself here, if anything. I should go back to packing up my crap.
Torque smiles and gives a wave. "Hey there stranger. Long time no see."
Inhatti curtseys precisely. "We have been running the Red Queen's Race of late."
Torque aaahs, giving a polite bow in return. "Better Racing the Red Queen then Croquet with the Queen of Hearts. At least the Red Queen is well mannered. "
Inhatti says, "It depends on which mask the Queen of Hearts is wearing. When her mouth is covered she is very pretty and submissive..
Torque says, "It does depend, it does... Though I still prefer chess over cards. At most, Chess has one point of luck, that being the choice of white or black in the begining. Cards have some stategy, in knowledge of probability, but still.. It is chance. And chance does not make for a fair mistress or pet."
Inhatti produces a deck of cards from her pocket and flourishes it: the whole range of cards. A few twists and passes, another flourish, and all are the Ace of Spades. (There are endless fractals of fucking, screaming beings in that large dark glyph. Drawing you in Pulling Telling you whispers of--) The cards close again, and she pulls out the Tower. "Chance is what thou make of it."
Torque takes a sharp breath in, hackles rising slightly. Then he relaxes, a more passive grin spreads and he glances at the card. "I suppose.... I don't enjoy leaving things to chance though. Not when I can stack the deck myself. Thats why I enjoy runes moreso. " He manifests a bag, quietly sifting though the stones and pulling one out. "Runes are not just chance. They are also tools. Runes can of course be shuffled and drawn like cards...but each rune also is a tool of its own, and can be applied as easily as any hammer to nail can. Power of Sigil."
Inhatti rips the Tower in two and lets her deck fall. The cards flutter off like autumn moths. "We like chance. We might live or die on the fall of a coin. Risk, what is risk? There is no risk. We are Legion, We win and lose at once." She licks one of her eyeballs. "All complex systems are sigils, if thou wouldst have them be. Patterns exist in the world and Mind sees them."
Torque inhales sharply, just clutching the stone in paw, ears perked high. "Oh, don't get me wrong.. In certain situations Chance can be nice. It mixes things up afterall, and if it wasn't for chance, I wouldn't have most of the things in life I enjoy. Chance is what breaks things and I like fixing broken things. Really, rather the opposite of you I suppose. You like breaking things that like to fix things like you... Still, pattern and chaos are just extensions of one another. I don't thing anyone will ever figure out if chaos eventually crystalizes into order or if it's just wishful thinking and dubious pattern recognition. Still... I much rather suceed due to my own hard work and ingenuity then a lucky break, you know?"
Inhatti laughs. "Were we predictable, We would not be Strange." She kisses her fingers and blows over them at you. "We find the world buoys Us up often enough, when We ask it. Make the patterns thou wilt. We make Our own." And with a grin, she is a pillar of burning blood that fountains up into the sky, leaving only a nasty stain and a few befuddled plastic mice blinking at each other.
I'm not sure what I was trying to tell myself here, if anything. I should go back to packing up my crap.