Aly / The Flame (
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tushanshu2017-04-05 07:25 pm
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[After getting the lowdown from a rather nice lady, a very annoyed-looking young woman is staring balefully at the camera.]
Are you serious.
Are you serious.
Because people keep explaining this Life-Death-Dreaming thing to me and it sounds like bullshit. There are two planes I can be on and I’m apparently not on either of them and that is so much bullshit I have apparently been dropped into the former pasture of a hekatomb of oxen because what the hell.
Look. Look at this. [She holds up her journal with a helpful diagram of a stick figure, a vertical line, and another stick figure, and a double-sided arrow.] My soul can be Waking, or it can be Otherside, or it can occasionally be both at the same time because my life is a dumpster fire. Not this, okay? [She puts the journal down, raises her hand, and taps the labradorite ring she’s wearing.] My soul is not in a rock. Even if it’s a really pretty rock, and I know from pretty rocks.
[Frustratedly:] Like, oh my gods. Every single god I have ever met. All of them. Up to and including Inari-Ōkami. For the love of baby Jesus in his mangery crib. Put me back. I want to speak to the manager. Yeah. The spell manager.
Fix this, Obama.
Are you serious.
Are you serious.
Because people keep explaining this Life-Death-Dreaming thing to me and it sounds like bullshit. There are two planes I can be on and I’m apparently not on either of them and that is so much bullshit I have apparently been dropped into the former pasture of a hekatomb of oxen because what the hell.
Look. Look at this. [She holds up her journal with a helpful diagram of a stick figure, a vertical line, and another stick figure, and a double-sided arrow.] My soul can be Waking, or it can be Otherside, or it can occasionally be both at the same time because my life is a dumpster fire. Not this, okay? [She puts the journal down, raises her hand, and taps the labradorite ring she’s wearing.] My soul is not in a rock. Even if it’s a really pretty rock, and I know from pretty rocks.
[Frustratedly:] Like, oh my gods. Every single god I have ever met. All of them. Up to and including Inari-Ōkami. For the love of baby Jesus in his mangery crib. Put me back. I want to speak to the manager. Yeah. The spell manager.
Fix this, Obama.
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I'm sorry?
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Okay, but what about French toast?
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Also, local bread situation: Fluffy or flat? Or both? Because I love some crunchy baguette, but I om nom nom on some naan.
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Although I guess nobody here is about to take witty quips as currency. There some kind of jobs board around here?
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Aside from that, I gotta find the local Craigslist. Where's the local internet cafe?
[Look, they're rare in the US, but she's used them overseas.]
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No. This can't be happening.
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[Priorities, Aly.]
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This place is so technologically impaired I might as well be home. [Not on Earth - in her sensei's domain. Big ol' forests don't exactly have Apple Stores.]
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[Stealth Casino Royale reference!]
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I understand. Any other questions?
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[It may seem rude, but she's not going to thank her. Who knows, she might owe the woman something later if she does.]
Good lookin' out, though. Apprece'd.
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