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Post by goblingirl on Dec 3, 2005 17:15:12 GMT -5
Wha?
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Dec 4, 2005 7:17:11 GMT -5
Like deja vu, but it means 'a feeling of being prodded before'.
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Post by goblingirl on Dec 4, 2005 9:34:11 GMT -5
Ahhhhhhh
*Prod*
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Dec 4, 2005 11:42:47 GMT -5
NOT AGAIN!
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Post by goblingirl on Dec 4, 2005 12:37:36 GMT -5
Yes, AGAIN! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Dec 4, 2005 13:31:08 GMT -5
NOOOO! *distracts by posting another bit of story*
Meanwhile, up in the home of the Gods, some were watching this with mild interest. The others were viewing a battle happening between a couple of tribes and taking bets.
“She’s useless,” said Regina.
“Not entirely,” argued Magister, “She’s got a horse.”
“Yes, but what’s she going to do with it? She has no idea of where to go.”
“She needs help,” said Magister simply, “Bellacer, where are the heroes at the moment?”
“Off fighting dragons and the like,” replied the God of War, looking up from the fight between the tribes, “Anyway, none of them are prophesied to help.”
“Who is prophesied to help, then?”
“No-one of name,” said Murphis, “You’ll have to talk to the Fates. They can probably sort something out.”
Magister groaned inwardly. The Fates annoyed him. They went everywhere together, muttering and giggling to each other and falling silent as the gods went past. They always had the look of knowing more than everyone else, and seemed to take great enjoyment from the fact that they knew more than even Magister.
“Angelos can go and talk to them,” he said finally, “Take them a gift of some kind. What do they like?”
“Normally a sacrifice of nine snow-white heifers on a midwinter’s eve,” said Angelos, “But they have a soft spot for those chocolates from Thistlehorn.”
As Claire was sitting on the doorstep waiting for the man with the horse with water steadily dripping onto her head from the crack in the porch above, Angelos flew to the cave which was the home of the Fates, box of chocolates under his arm. He had barely landed when the three of them appeared in front of him.
“Hello messenger,” they said in unison, smiling widely. First there was the she who represented the Past, who appeared to be an old woman. Next to her stood the woman who represented the Present, who looked as though she was past youth but not quite into old age. And finally there was the Future, a young girl who Angelos knew took delight in making it as complicated as possible.
“Greetings,” said Angelos, bowing his head respectfully, “Magister-”
“We know why you’re here,” said Present.
“We know Magister sent you,” said the Past.
“And we know what you ought to do,” grinned Future, “And that those chocolates are for us.”
Really, thought Angelos, they must practice being creepy. “Yes, they are,” he said, holding them out. They didn’t take them.
“You’re seeking someone to help the girl,” said Past.
“And what they should do next,” said Present.
“And who’ll win that tribal battle, so that you can make a bet,” said Future.
“Really,” said Past, “you ought to have more faith in us.”
“We know what we’re doing,” said Present.
“And it’s all going according to plan,” said Future.
Angelos looked from one to the other, feeling more than a little unsettled. “Magister is just curious-”
“We know,” said Past.
“He’s also getting annoyed,” said Present, “He thinks Regina is going to laugh at him.”
“He ought to know we like working in mysterious ways,” said Future with a smile, “How else do we have our fun?”
“So,” said Angelos slowly, “everything’s OK?”
“No,” said the three of them in unison.
“Is she going to meet someone who’ll help her in her mission?”
“No.”
“Is she going to defeat the Evil Overlord?”
“No.”
Angelos stared. “I don’t know about you, but to me that doesn’t sound like things are going to plan.”
The three of them smiled their mysterious smile. “You’ll have to wait and see… like everyone else.”
Before he could ask anything else, the three of them turned and walked back to the cave. Angelos shook his head. Bloody Fates.
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Post by goblingirl on Dec 4, 2005 14:43:41 GMT -5
*is distracted by Norns*
Yaaaaay! Update!
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Dec 4, 2005 17:22:07 GMT -5
I was reading the Aeneid recently and the Fates were really creepy.... they knew stuff even the Gods didn't, and it said about one soldier's father finding out his son was going to die, and trying to hide him away, but after his father died the Fates came for him to make sure he died when he was supposed to.
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Post by goblingirl on Dec 4, 2005 18:01:25 GMT -5
*shudder* That's SCARY. I have a horrible feeling it's the kind of thing Neraida would do.
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Dec 5, 2005 14:20:47 GMT -5
YAY for interesting updateses! *clappy clappy*
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Post by goblingirl on Dec 8, 2005 7:51:46 GMT -5
*claps also*
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Dec 9, 2005 8:14:35 GMT -5
It was just the way Virgil wrote it... 'His father, foreseeing the future, had hidden him in the woods, but when the father grew old and his whitening eyes dissolved in death, the Fates laid a hand on his son and consecrated him to Evander's spear.'
Creepy Fates.
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Post by goblingirl on Dec 9, 2005 16:41:08 GMT -5
Ewww....
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Dec 10, 2005 9:25:52 GMT -5
Yeeees. And they reminded me of the popular girls at my school a few years ago, running around fixing people up and delighting in the fact that only they knew all the gossip.
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Post by goblingirl on Dec 10, 2005 12:50:24 GMT -5
o_0
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