have you seen my tortoise?

[8thprophet]

Some entrances to the mansion are dramatic, demanding fanfare and attention as if to broadcast to all and sundry 'here comes a Great Man.' This is not one of them. Instead there is merely a rather simple looking young man poking through the surrounding vegetation in a purposeful manner. He is dressed in a travel-stained monk's habit and is

Comments

[returntheticket]

Ivan is not customarily a man of the outdoors--but of late he has been recovering from a peculiar summer-cold, and he finds a slow walk around the gardens to be a better curative than rest. The ordered rows of vegetables seem almost to order his thoughts--

--unlike the large and thick young man shouting for Om amongst the greens. "What are you moaning about?" asks Ivan irritably; his voice is still a little thick.

Typist: Whoever you are, I have fallen irrevocably in love with you.

[8thprophet]

"I've lost my tortoise," Brutha says, trying to speak in a non-moaning fashion.

[returntheticket]

"And you expect that it will respond well to--" he waves his hand illustratively "--this sort of call?"

[8thprophet]

"Yes." Brutha nods, steadfast in his belief in Om, tortoise or not. "He's a very smart tortoise."

[lovingknight]

"What are you looking for?" Lovel himself is out looking for something to do, more than anything, and helping someone in a quest would fit the description.

[8thprophet]

"A tortoise," Brutha says, halting his search to give Lovel his full attention. It can be a bit unnerving at times. The way he just listens.

[lovingknight]

"...one in particular?"

[8thprophet]

He nods. "Yes. He's special."

[permanent_blur]

rosencrantz is sitting between clumps of lilacs and watching a ladybug crawl across his fingers -- he looks up at the calling, curious, and the ladybug opens its wings. "that's not me, is it? sometimes i'm not sure."

[8thprophet]

Brutha looks at him closely. There is always the possibility that the man could be Om in a new form, but he doubts it a little. Om would probably be a bit more sure of himself. "I suppose you might be Om. How do you feel about lettuce? And eagles?"

[permanent_blur]

"well, i shouldn't like them together, i should think -- that would be an eagle salad, and i don't imagine the eagle would care for that. but i might feed the lettuce to the eagle, mightn't i? just not the eagle to the lettuce." he takes a moment to consider, see if he's got that right. "lettuce hasn't got a mouth."

[8thprophet]

Brutha takes a moment to go over what Rosencrantz just said, his mouth moving silently. His mind moves slowly, thoughts scraping together at a pace that makes your average tectonic plate look positively speedy. "It hasn't. And I don't think you're Om. He's very clear on things like lettuce."

[gascyda897]

Locals looking for you Go Here dld.bz/chwZN