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Title: Horae
Characters: Cally and Satoshi
Wordcount: 2083 (heh)
Summary: Three kisses; three times that Cally uniquely interprets fairytales.
i. Thallo
The time of blossoming is what they call it; a time when all the flowers begin to grow after the terrors of winter and when warmth begins to flood the land in a rather pleasant way. A time of growth, a time of birth, a time of life…
…A time of life for flower monsters that shoot thorns apparently; it’s very lucky that Cally accepts the need for all things having life.
Her group didn’t exactly need to be split up though; that was just a matter of the universe being just plain nasty. So now she’s running through the maze that protects the flower field all on her own; blonde hair half clogged with flowers, the bellows of a flower monster right behind her…
…Of course, she would only remember the Plane just as another hail of thorns is released straight at her head. It isn’t like she’s been visiting it constantly for the past few months or anything, no.
It’s just that her mind tends to wander off occasionally; there are far prettier things in existence than those seen by the eye after all.
But now she is perfectly clear about what she must do; so Cally wastes little more time- simply closing her eyes and shifting; shifting ever so far yet ever so near… Well, she’s not sure if the Plane is really either but she’s still a necromancer, even if a disowned one. And having a finely tuned sense of drama is in her blood; it can hardly be removed.
So she slips; dancing into another place in much the same way that she dances through her mind. Right to the Plane and possibly beyond if she has time for it…
When she gets to the Plane Satoshi is there; it’s odd how he always wants to avoid her and yet she usually ends up appearing right on top of him. It’s really quite pleasing to her that the Plane has a sense of humour too- it must be a terrible life to never laugh at anything. The world is so bright; to not constantly laugh with joy just seems… Odd, and the preserve of a scary person.
Hm, that’s an accurate description of Satoshi.
They start their usual arguments the moment she appears- but in different words; they always have these arguments after all, minor details just change in between; perhaps a fault of overly common stubborn natures. They both have things that they want to get or get out of; and neither of them quite want to give up.
He almost reminds her of Sophia that way- talking to most people isn’t really a trial at all: they always either humour her or actually like her or do their best to ignore her. Sophia and Satoshi are the only two people who don’t fit into any of the three boxes; she considers both rather like puzzles that her butterfly mind keeps flying too. They are both, to use a metaphor that really fits neither, a rather interesting smelling flower to hover around.
Ah, that brings her back to the flower monsters again. Reminding her of that faint trickle she felt down her neck when those awfully sharp thorns were tossed. It’s only a brief brush back of her hair in the middle of a speech, a brief show of a small cut with a tiny thorn poking from it. But yet he notices, and yet he plucks it free from her with barely a blink. Then proceeds to turn back to conversation so quickly that Cally can only assume that he’s attempting to distract her; attempting to point out a new flower in the distance.
She isn’t fooled though; as much as she may be a butterfly she is probably more accurately described as a butterfly that somehow crossbred with an elephant.
So, when their argument finally ends, as usual, in his exasperation and her irritation and comments about possums, when they are preparing to leave for purposes probably both boring and very, very exciting… She leans across and places a peck on his cheek; the sort way maidens do to knights in fairytales; the ones that she never believed in that much. Apparently most children wished to be either the princess or, perhaps, the knight- she always wanted to be the dragon or the horse. They seemed a lot more interesting then just plain humans.
…Anyway, it is an appropriate thanks. And with that she can leave him and flee back to her adventures.
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ii. Auxo
The time of growth is what they call it; a time when the flowers, having already blossomed, start to ‘boom.’ Or grow, to use a far better word.
In Cally’s world, like so many other things, flowers take a rather over the top attitude to growing. To the point where the occasional rampaging horde of flower monsters storming across the land occasions no more than a raised eyebrow and a comment about it being ‘that time of the year’ again.
Luckily there are no rampaging flower monsters this year; simply a dungeon; a dungeon fairly close to the coast; not to mention with a rising tide carrying seaweed that is possibly evil,
It says a lot for Cally’s life that she considers this a fairly normal occurrence; the fact that her uncle is the one behind it however… Well, she supposes that that’s a slightly touchier point- but necromancers learn from an early age that trusting family is about as sensible as starting a grand war against Narwhals.
…Several members of her family have done both before, ah necromancers.
Anyway; she had been quite expecting to wander through this dungeon alone until her death, rescue or rather miraculous escape. Of course she minds the being alone a bit, but she can always talk to herself- personally she finds herself much nicer than most other people. She never sneers.
…One of those other people happens to be Satoshi; so she’s really quite surprised to bump right into him in a otherwise perfectly ordinary dungeon corridor (well, as ordinary as a dungeon corridor can be). Luckily he’s obviously quite shocked to see her too- almost like her presence in her world is quite a big insult.
Humph, honestly- Sometimes Satoshi can have almost as many thorns as those flower monsters.
They babble at each other in a rather confused way for a while- or at least she babbles at him and he makes the occasional short reply. Through this discussion, perfectly eloquent on neither side, she determines that he found this dungeon under a museum or something sounding equally complicated… And he probably determines enough about her family history to fill several books. She doesn’t really care anyway- she’s never liked her family all that much anyway; their history is of no importance to her.
With discovery comes a realization- a small one: a bog standard, everyday one much like realizing that Tarja the possum (as named by Tuomas) has a fondness for removing ears. But this one isn’t one that requires the possible loss of hearing; in fact it’s actually one that she really should be getting on her way. She probably only has a limited time before she dies after all, and she’d rather explore the dungeon before it gets to that point that point.
So she gives him a kiss on the forehead, for apparently that’s what people do to pass on luck (something in the saliva she assumes), and presses onwards. Away from him.
She doesn’t bother to check back on his expression; it’s an appropriate charm after all.
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iii. Carpo
The time of harvesting is what they call it; a time when the flower monsters have galloped across the land for quite a few months and people would rather like be able to visit the outside again.
They don’t kill the creatures (at least, not many of them) but they do chase- Back to the time of hibernation; back to where the things can rest and thus leave the people to rest too. It seems quite a good system.
This time is also known as the time of food; which really explains why precisely Cally is walking through the dungeons with a basket full of bread on her arm… Alright, so it really explains nothing at all. It’d really take far too long to explain why, against all probabilities, her skin has not tanned a bit, not to mention why her hair seems a little longer and, of course, the fact that she appears perhaps a year older.
It can only be blamed upon time- as all things are in the end.
But back to the question of why she is here, in her uncle’s dungeons once again… Well, the man’s dead now, has been dead for a year actually; ever since th universe decided death by that same murderous seaweed was a appropriate punishment. She’s been free to wander ever since.
She has a destination in mind this time though- it stems from her theory, shaky as it is, that if Satoshi was actually with her that year ago- then she can get to him exactly how he got to her, just the opposite way.
Of course it’d be perfectly simple to just turn up on the Plane and count upon her usual luck of dropping right on top of his head. But a surprise is always more personal if it is actually in reality and properly face to face; it’s what her…
…Well, necromancers actually have a very limited view of metaphysics- as in it doesn’t exist and screw any evidence to the contrary. So, really, nobody could’ve taught her that- it just seems good sense, not to mention polite. And she can happily hide the good sense under the being polite; making all perfectly well.
So, with that thought, she skips into another world as merrily as she skips away from the flower monsters.
She finds him quickly of course- her own feet, with their usual determination to annoy the boy, lead her straight to him. But before she can do more than toss the bread at him by way of greeting they find themselves running- whether after or from something she’s not quite sure, but it’s certainly fun.
It all ends well, of course it does. Somewhere along the way he even finds the nobility to save her from peril… Alright, probably a tiny spot of peril about equal to choking on a drink, but it’s still peril- and she appreciates the sentiment.
…Well, the sentiment far beneath the repeated entreaties for her to go away. She can ignore those if she wishes.
But anyway, peril- and he saved her from it. Which means that he deserves that other kind of kiss that maidens give knights- the one given when the knights aren’t in service to The Goddess or something… To be honest Cally doesn’t really understand why you want to be in service to a psychopathic killing machine; in her opinion serving a possum would probably be a far better way of life- But she supposes the guarantee of not getting ripped apart in the afterlife kind of makes up for it; whatever they want to believe.
…So, back to the kissing! It’s hardly a proper kiss; more like a quick pounce when he’s not really paying attention to her and a peck against the corner of his lips- something soft, brushing. Nothing like a proper kiss, one that is a lot messier and possibly a lot more fun to perform.
…well, she isn’t really expecting to pull back and see a mysterious blonde person staring at her. In that moment she realizes an awful lot about things- more than she’s ever realized before. So much that her skull practically buzzes with all the new information.
“Sorry” she hisses, and swears in her head to both make it up to him later and to not make it up with a kiss. She feels that it is an appropriate sentiment.
Then she is running from him again; moving fast to get back to her own world and hopefully avoid death here; she likes to think that perhaps Satoshi would feel guilty about it when he returned.
They are always moving away from each other, it’s quite sad really.
Characters: Cally and Satoshi
Wordcount: 2083 (heh)
Summary: Three kisses; three times that Cally uniquely interprets fairytales.
i. Thallo
The time of blossoming is what they call it; a time when all the flowers begin to grow after the terrors of winter and when warmth begins to flood the land in a rather pleasant way. A time of growth, a time of birth, a time of life…
…A time of life for flower monsters that shoot thorns apparently; it’s very lucky that Cally accepts the need for all things having life.
Her group didn’t exactly need to be split up though; that was just a matter of the universe being just plain nasty. So now she’s running through the maze that protects the flower field all on her own; blonde hair half clogged with flowers, the bellows of a flower monster right behind her…
…Of course, she would only remember the Plane just as another hail of thorns is released straight at her head. It isn’t like she’s been visiting it constantly for the past few months or anything, no.
It’s just that her mind tends to wander off occasionally; there are far prettier things in existence than those seen by the eye after all.
But now she is perfectly clear about what she must do; so Cally wastes little more time- simply closing her eyes and shifting; shifting ever so far yet ever so near… Well, she’s not sure if the Plane is really either but she’s still a necromancer, even if a disowned one. And having a finely tuned sense of drama is in her blood; it can hardly be removed.
So she slips; dancing into another place in much the same way that she dances through her mind. Right to the Plane and possibly beyond if she has time for it…
When she gets to the Plane Satoshi is there; it’s odd how he always wants to avoid her and yet she usually ends up appearing right on top of him. It’s really quite pleasing to her that the Plane has a sense of humour too- it must be a terrible life to never laugh at anything. The world is so bright; to not constantly laugh with joy just seems… Odd, and the preserve of a scary person.
Hm, that’s an accurate description of Satoshi.
They start their usual arguments the moment she appears- but in different words; they always have these arguments after all, minor details just change in between; perhaps a fault of overly common stubborn natures. They both have things that they want to get or get out of; and neither of them quite want to give up.
He almost reminds her of Sophia that way- talking to most people isn’t really a trial at all: they always either humour her or actually like her or do their best to ignore her. Sophia and Satoshi are the only two people who don’t fit into any of the three boxes; she considers both rather like puzzles that her butterfly mind keeps flying too. They are both, to use a metaphor that really fits neither, a rather interesting smelling flower to hover around.
Ah, that brings her back to the flower monsters again. Reminding her of that faint trickle she felt down her neck when those awfully sharp thorns were tossed. It’s only a brief brush back of her hair in the middle of a speech, a brief show of a small cut with a tiny thorn poking from it. But yet he notices, and yet he plucks it free from her with barely a blink. Then proceeds to turn back to conversation so quickly that Cally can only assume that he’s attempting to distract her; attempting to point out a new flower in the distance.
She isn’t fooled though; as much as she may be a butterfly she is probably more accurately described as a butterfly that somehow crossbred with an elephant.
So, when their argument finally ends, as usual, in his exasperation and her irritation and comments about possums, when they are preparing to leave for purposes probably both boring and very, very exciting… She leans across and places a peck on his cheek; the sort way maidens do to knights in fairytales; the ones that she never believed in that much. Apparently most children wished to be either the princess or, perhaps, the knight- she always wanted to be the dragon or the horse. They seemed a lot more interesting then just plain humans.
…Anyway, it is an appropriate thanks. And with that she can leave him and flee back to her adventures.
#
ii. Auxo
The time of growth is what they call it; a time when the flowers, having already blossomed, start to ‘boom.’ Or grow, to use a far better word.
In Cally’s world, like so many other things, flowers take a rather over the top attitude to growing. To the point where the occasional rampaging horde of flower monsters storming across the land occasions no more than a raised eyebrow and a comment about it being ‘that time of the year’ again.
Luckily there are no rampaging flower monsters this year; simply a dungeon; a dungeon fairly close to the coast; not to mention with a rising tide carrying seaweed that is possibly evil,
It says a lot for Cally’s life that she considers this a fairly normal occurrence; the fact that her uncle is the one behind it however… Well, she supposes that that’s a slightly touchier point- but necromancers learn from an early age that trusting family is about as sensible as starting a grand war against Narwhals.
…Several members of her family have done both before, ah necromancers.
Anyway; she had been quite expecting to wander through this dungeon alone until her death, rescue or rather miraculous escape. Of course she minds the being alone a bit, but she can always talk to herself- personally she finds herself much nicer than most other people. She never sneers.
…One of those other people happens to be Satoshi; so she’s really quite surprised to bump right into him in a otherwise perfectly ordinary dungeon corridor (well, as ordinary as a dungeon corridor can be). Luckily he’s obviously quite shocked to see her too- almost like her presence in her world is quite a big insult.
Humph, honestly- Sometimes Satoshi can have almost as many thorns as those flower monsters.
They babble at each other in a rather confused way for a while- or at least she babbles at him and he makes the occasional short reply. Through this discussion, perfectly eloquent on neither side, she determines that he found this dungeon under a museum or something sounding equally complicated… And he probably determines enough about her family history to fill several books. She doesn’t really care anyway- she’s never liked her family all that much anyway; their history is of no importance to her.
With discovery comes a realization- a small one: a bog standard, everyday one much like realizing that Tarja the possum (as named by Tuomas) has a fondness for removing ears. But this one isn’t one that requires the possible loss of hearing; in fact it’s actually one that she really should be getting on her way. She probably only has a limited time before she dies after all, and she’d rather explore the dungeon before it gets to that point that point.
So she gives him a kiss on the forehead, for apparently that’s what people do to pass on luck (something in the saliva she assumes), and presses onwards. Away from him.
She doesn’t bother to check back on his expression; it’s an appropriate charm after all.
#
iii. Carpo
The time of harvesting is what they call it; a time when the flower monsters have galloped across the land for quite a few months and people would rather like be able to visit the outside again.
They don’t kill the creatures (at least, not many of them) but they do chase- Back to the time of hibernation; back to where the things can rest and thus leave the people to rest too. It seems quite a good system.
This time is also known as the time of food; which really explains why precisely Cally is walking through the dungeons with a basket full of bread on her arm… Alright, so it really explains nothing at all. It’d really take far too long to explain why, against all probabilities, her skin has not tanned a bit, not to mention why her hair seems a little longer and, of course, the fact that she appears perhaps a year older.
It can only be blamed upon time- as all things are in the end.
But back to the question of why she is here, in her uncle’s dungeons once again… Well, the man’s dead now, has been dead for a year actually; ever since th universe decided death by that same murderous seaweed was a appropriate punishment. She’s been free to wander ever since.
She has a destination in mind this time though- it stems from her theory, shaky as it is, that if Satoshi was actually with her that year ago- then she can get to him exactly how he got to her, just the opposite way.
Of course it’d be perfectly simple to just turn up on the Plane and count upon her usual luck of dropping right on top of his head. But a surprise is always more personal if it is actually in reality and properly face to face; it’s what her…
…Well, necromancers actually have a very limited view of metaphysics- as in it doesn’t exist and screw any evidence to the contrary. So, really, nobody could’ve taught her that- it just seems good sense, not to mention polite. And she can happily hide the good sense under the being polite; making all perfectly well.
So, with that thought, she skips into another world as merrily as she skips away from the flower monsters.
She finds him quickly of course- her own feet, with their usual determination to annoy the boy, lead her straight to him. But before she can do more than toss the bread at him by way of greeting they find themselves running- whether after or from something she’s not quite sure, but it’s certainly fun.
It all ends well, of course it does. Somewhere along the way he even finds the nobility to save her from peril… Alright, probably a tiny spot of peril about equal to choking on a drink, but it’s still peril- and she appreciates the sentiment.
…Well, the sentiment far beneath the repeated entreaties for her to go away. She can ignore those if she wishes.
But anyway, peril- and he saved her from it. Which means that he deserves that other kind of kiss that maidens give knights- the one given when the knights aren’t in service to The Goddess or something… To be honest Cally doesn’t really understand why you want to be in service to a psychopathic killing machine; in her opinion serving a possum would probably be a far better way of life- But she supposes the guarantee of not getting ripped apart in the afterlife kind of makes up for it; whatever they want to believe.
…So, back to the kissing! It’s hardly a proper kiss; more like a quick pounce when he’s not really paying attention to her and a peck against the corner of his lips- something soft, brushing. Nothing like a proper kiss, one that is a lot messier and possibly a lot more fun to perform.
…well, she isn’t really expecting to pull back and see a mysterious blonde person staring at her. In that moment she realizes an awful lot about things- more than she’s ever realized before. So much that her skull practically buzzes with all the new information.
“Sorry” she hisses, and swears in her head to both make it up to him later and to not make it up with a kiss. She feels that it is an appropriate sentiment.
Then she is running from him again; moving fast to get back to her own world and hopefully avoid death here; she likes to think that perhaps Satoshi would feel guilty about it when he returned.
They are always moving away from each other, it’s quite sad really.