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lagilmanProgress is being made, order is slowly being restored. Imagine, instead of a meerkat caught in an avalanche, that same mongoose-shaped form merrily skiing down the slope.... being chased by the avalanche.
"Avalanche" is one of those words that looks funny, after a while.
Bless my sister and future b-i-l, who sent me a packet of Kona beans. It's not my preferred taste, but it doth wake me up but good. Zoom zoom zoom. I may not hit every deadline but it won't be for lack of zoooming.
And Bonnie has decided to come out to play, with her usual verve. A taste of what's to come...
"You intend to follow through on these instructions?"
"I’d planned to, yeah. You think it’s a bad idea? Are you getting a vibe?" I had what J called the kenning, not quite precog but a sort of magical sense about things, but he’d been honing his current for a lifetime before I came along, and that meant he picked up more than I did on a regular basis.
"Nothing so strong as a premonition, no. I will admit, however, to a sense that something is slightly… what is that horrible word you used to use? Hinky. Something feels hinky about it."
"Well, yeah. That probably goes without saying. Anyone calls out of the blue, doesn’t give basic details, all mysterious and like?" I didn’t roll my eyes, but my voice conveyed the 'well, d’uh' more than J deserved. "That’s half the fun!"
My mentor shook his head and mock-sighed. I love J more than life, but he and I diverge pretty seriously on our ideas of fun.
“If you wanted me to, I could get you a job…” He let the offer trail off, the same way he did every time he made it. J had, once upon a time, worked for the State, and then did some work for a high-powered law firm that still listed him on the masthead, even though he hadn’t, as far as I knew, taken on a case in over a decade.
“There’s just something about that message,’ I said, doing my usual not-a-response to his offer. “Something that makes my ears prick up, and no, I don’t know why. I figured I might do a scrying, see what comes forward.”
“You and your crystals.”
“Just because we’ve got all modern and scientific with current doesn’t mean some of the old ways aren’t valid.” It was an old argument, older even than the split between Council and the scruffy freelancer lonejacks. When Founder Ben – Benjamin Franklin to Nulls – nailed down the connection between electricity and current with his kite-and-key trick, most Talent changed too, working the scientific angle to figure out more and more efficient ways to do things – and how to work this increasingly electric world to our benefit. A lot of the Old Magic got tossed, and good riddance, but I’d discovered that I could scry better with a focus object than with current alone, and the smoother and rounder the shape, the better.
So yeah, I have a crystal ball. Deal.
"Avalanche" is one of those words that looks funny, after a while.
Bless my sister and future b-i-l, who sent me a packet of Kona beans. It's not my preferred taste, but it doth wake me up but good. Zoom zoom zoom. I may not hit every deadline but it won't be for lack of zoooming.
And Bonnie has decided to come out to play, with her usual verve. A taste of what's to come...
"You intend to follow through on these instructions?"
"I’d planned to, yeah. You think it’s a bad idea? Are you getting a vibe?" I had what J called the kenning, not quite precog but a sort of magical sense about things, but he’d been honing his current for a lifetime before I came along, and that meant he picked up more than I did on a regular basis.
"Nothing so strong as a premonition, no. I will admit, however, to a sense that something is slightly… what is that horrible word you used to use? Hinky. Something feels hinky about it."
"Well, yeah. That probably goes without saying. Anyone calls out of the blue, doesn’t give basic details, all mysterious and like?" I didn’t roll my eyes, but my voice conveyed the 'well, d’uh' more than J deserved. "That’s half the fun!"
My mentor shook his head and mock-sighed. I love J more than life, but he and I diverge pretty seriously on our ideas of fun.
“If you wanted me to, I could get you a job…” He let the offer trail off, the same way he did every time he made it. J had, once upon a time, worked for the State, and then did some work for a high-powered law firm that still listed him on the masthead, even though he hadn’t, as far as I knew, taken on a case in over a decade.
“There’s just something about that message,’ I said, doing my usual not-a-response to his offer. “Something that makes my ears prick up, and no, I don’t know why. I figured I might do a scrying, see what comes forward.”
“You and your crystals.”
“Just because we’ve got all modern and scientific with current doesn’t mean some of the old ways aren’t valid.” It was an old argument, older even than the split between Council and the scruffy freelancer lonejacks. When Founder Ben – Benjamin Franklin to Nulls – nailed down the connection between electricity and current with his kite-and-key trick, most Talent changed too, working the scientific angle to figure out more and more efficient ways to do things – and how to work this increasingly electric world to our benefit. A lot of the Old Magic got tossed, and good riddance, but I’d discovered that I could scry better with a focus object than with current alone, and the smoother and rounder the shape, the better.
So yeah, I have a crystal ball. Deal.
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Date: 2008-03-12 05:02 pm (UTC)Want slightly more lead-in, please, ma'am.
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