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Kichigai wrote:
Through The Eyes of Infinity
$Didn't forget this, either. And as a side note, MY COMPUTER IS FIXED!
WAI! Now, to see about getting a new one...
Congrats. And get luck on the second and getting it to work. Still have
problems with mine. Grumble Grumble.
This one might be a wee bit different from what you would expect a RotLW
fic
to be.
$No tragic, interspecies romance? Damn.
Well, maybe a little.
The skies were a perfect azure, as they always were.
Pirotessa hated perfect skies.
$She liked em rainy and forboding, I believe.
Just 'not perfect' would suffice at the moment.
She could remember a time when clouds would randomly hang in the air. Some
large, some small. Some fat, some thin. Some one huge mass, some strung
out
so far they barely connected with one another. And if she used her
imagination, she could sometimes picture the clouds taking on shapes:
People. Animals. Objects. Anything. Everything.
$Interesting. I've never seen a cloud that looked like everything.
Guess it takes a lot of imagination. :)
Sometimes they would be dark. Sometimes it even rained. Sometimes it just
looked like it would. Sometimes it would rain in a downpour, other times
it
would barely manage a drizzle. Lighting was optional. Weather was
$Lightning, you mean?
Whoops. Yep.
everyone had been warned how much would fall and how long it would last.
Very considerate, really.
$Bo~ring.
Yes. Pirotessa would agree.
suffocating if left in the embrace too long.
It felt like forever that Pirotessa had been smothered in 'love'.
$That seems a little awkward. Maybe, 'It seemed that she'd been smothered
in 'love' forever.
Yep. Does ring better.
they always disappeared in what seemed the blink of an eye. Humans always
complained how others were like that. Pirotessa thought it an unusually
accurate assessment for a race that seemed so inherently stupid most of
the
time. Centuries of observations had never made her waver in that
particular
conclusion about the human race; it only served to reinforce it.
$Stupid is powerful. We _are_ the dominant species after all.
It's all from the opposable thumbs and lack of body hair. :)
The automated voice made Pirotessa blink her eyes twice and look around.
She
had been so lost in thought that she had failed to notice that she had
reached her destination. How unusual.
$She must not be anticipating it as much this time.
That has something to do with it.
the long forgotten title of 'Sylnex Master Control Computer') in its vast
canyons of circuitry, would subtract the appropriate amount of value for
the
ride from the amount she had tallied from her various jobs over the years
since the system was first instituted. All of it was automatic. There were
times when she missed the old debt card system. At least with that she had
a
$Suggest debit card. That's what I thought it said, at first.
What I meant. Will change.
high. At least a dozen other equally large skyislands were in view from
the
$The building floated a mile high? Or the 'ground' was a mile high, and
the buildings were even higher?
building floated that high.
Walking briskly, it took only moments for her to arrive at the open air
caf�
along the boulevard that also lined the edge of the skyisland. It was
something of an anachronism in this age, but every now and then people
found
the urge to hold onto symbols of the past, if only for a little while;
about
$The semicolon isn't working for me. Suggest starting a new sentance
there.
Will consider.
"I was wondering when you'd get here," Deedlit chided once Pirotessa got
to
the table, though the effect was lost since she was smiling happily the
entire time.
$Deedlit: We were about to start the orgy without you!
Heh. Probably done that upon occassion just for a change of pace.
over their meeting, and Pirotessa did look forward to them, even if she
wouldn't openly admit to it. Though perhaps it was time for a change.
Maybe
next time she would surprise Deedlit by arriving at their rendezvous
first.
A little change rarely hurt things.
$Oh, sure. First you bring in the _little_ changes. Then more, and more
and MORE, and then... Oh no! It's just one big change!
Heh. Cute
He continued gushing. "I've never met one of your kind before, let alone
two."
$I kept waiting for him to say, 'We don't serve _your_ kind here.'
Nah. Wrong fic/movie.
Lacking the courage to say anything else, the man bowed and left the
dining
area, obviously still pleased with what had happened. Deedlit gave a
girlish
giggle at his departure. "I do so love the different names they give us
over
time. It used to be the 'Endless,' and 'The Ageless Wonders.'
$She carefully avoided mentioning 'Immortal pricks'. That had been a
nasty
time in history.
They both forgot about it since its been so long.
"I've been thinking about the past lately."
Deedlit jerked. The next line was supposed to go: "Not much, and
yourself?"
$Not much, and yourself? What kind of answer/reply is that? Maybe good,
and you, or some variation, but Not much is usually the reply to What have
you been up to?
Hmm. Will consider changing. Sounds like you're right.
"Sounds like you need laid," Deedlit said as she finished her glass and
$need to get laid, I believe. Is she offering? After a few dozen
centuries, surely they've tried everything.
Intentional wording. People don't always use proper grammar, and this was a
case of it.
"How about the time you were nearly sacrificed to that God?"
A look of confusion crossed Deedlit's features. "Bahlasamon?"
$They do sort of run together after a while.
Especially when you are as busy as her.
"Hell, I've done that lots. At least five times in the last thousand or so
years, and there's been a lot of other action in-between.
$In-between the sheets, that is.
Among others. :)
Juice. It changed colors, and subsequently flavors, every few minutes with
no two colors necessarily producing the same flavor. It also changed
alcoholic content as well. Some people would play games to see how drunk
they could get on the fewest number of drinks. She liked the
unpredictability of it.
$Especially after you'd already drank several glasses. You never could
tell if it was going to change into everclear in your stomach or not.
Heh. Luckily it remains in one form when mouth or stomach acid hits it.
Stabalizes the mixture.
"I'm making nothing up," Pirotessa assured her. She gave Deedlit a sad
look.
"I remember you loved him a great deal."
Deedlit shrugged.
$"It was probably just for the sex. That's how it usually is."
Sometimes for her.
Angrily, her voice full of emotion, Pirotessa said, "I don't remember
anything. Not what he looked like. Not the sound of his voice. Not the
color
of his hair. All that I remember of him was that name and that he was one
of
the great loves of my life."
$She shoulda got a pic.
She goes over the problem with that.
At last, Deedlit thought she divined what was wrong with her friend, and
it
wasn't about who killed this Ashram fellow. She vaguely remembered having
a
similar crisis a couple thousand years ago. At least she thought she had.
In
any case, she knew how to at least try to deal with it, and how to help
her
friend.
$She promptly ordered another drink.
Heh. Close.
Deedlit leaned forward, becoming more boisterous, almost surly. "And if
you
think we got it bad, just look at humans. Some of them can barely remember
things that happened forty years ago.
$Or in my case, forty minutes ago.
Even I am not quite that bad. Things that happened months ago feel like days
at times.
They forget people and places all the
time way worse than us. If you don't believe me, try asking one about
their
past and see what they can come up with.
$What were we talking about again?
Not quite that bad. In a couple of thousand centuries though...
I don't think I can remember
anything past two and half thousand years or so myself. I'm stunned that
you
even remember that Ashram guy's name, considering how long ago you say it
was."
$Pirotessa: Well, I did sort of have his name tattooed on my ass...
Heh. Probably would have worn off after a couple hundred years.
real. I don't want him to be gone as though he had never existed, as
though
we never did the things we did. I want what we created to last, if not in
the real world, then at least within me. I want forever. If I have to live
it, I should be allowed to remember it."
$It gets old.
Which is why the Elves forget.
"You sound like a human with those sorts of fancies about romance. That's
one thing they've been consistent about over the millennia: a perpetual
fascination with love."
$Or lust.
But we're looking more at the romantic side of things.
Deedlit mused. "But I got news for you, that 'my
love will burn for you forever' stuff might sound sweet to them,
$Works wonders on the ladies.
Not for me. >_<
Deedlit took a small drink. "Forgetting, not loving, is what's really
inevitable, even for us. The great beast of Infinity swallows everything
that made us what we have become right at this moment. In time, it will
devour this experience too.
$That's comforting.
In a way.
Pirotessa's reaction was almost instantaneous. "How dare you mock me, you
unsympathetic bitch! I should kill you for this offense!" Decades of
buried
power began to awaken within the dark elf as her hands began glowing.
$Kick'er ass, Piro!
Heh.
you really do sound like a human. This has got to be the most interesting
meeting we've ever had. At least it's the best that I can remember."
$Pirotessa (drily): Well, we've already established that your memory is
like a sieve.
Hehehehehe.
"Oh, yes."
$Hell, that's an easy one. Just like all other life, the point is to make
little lives and perpetuate the species. Even elves die.
Just not from natural causes.
"There is no point to life.
$Sure there is. It's a sharp one and it hurts.
Oh. Bad pun.
She was silenced by a sad shake of Deedlit's head.
$Go have a little elf. Live vicariously through its experiences.
Have had them, but even that loses its charm when they grow up and you
forget you're related to them. :)
most of my time neck deep in humanity. I've had more friends in that time
than I can remember, and sometimes their actions even surprise me. I've
had
more lovers than I can possibly remember too. Some I used for sex, others
I
thought I loved, and some I truly did. That sort of bonding helps a lot
too,
even when you know they're going to die.
$Sorta like a tamagochi. You know it's going to die, but when that new
one
hatches out of its shell on that cute little screen, you just can't help
but
fall in love with it all over again.
Have no idea what a tamagochi is.
notice and smiled, bowing to the elves before continuing. Deedlit waved at
them before returning to the discussion. "Those two know damn well that
after they've turned to dust, we'll still be sitting here, drinking
Sasuasha
Juice or whatever new beverage their ancestors will have come up with.
$Not really, as they'd never heard of elves, but the point was the same.
Yeah. Should be 'decendents'
"Not exactly," Deedlit admitted. It took a moment to find the right words.
"Duplicate their attitudes, is what I mean. Their spirits are like ours,
even if their way of thinking isn't. It's why we've been able to co-exist
for so long. We're enough alike we don't feel threatened by one another."
$And considering human's history of genocide, that's really saying
something.
Well, not by all of them at any one time lets say. :)
Deedlit shrugged. "You will, it'll just take time. The Gods know you'll
have
plenty of that."
Pirotessa did not, could not, respond to the statement.
$Dr. Seuss would have had a feild day with that.
Heh. It's all those 'The Grinch' adds that are getting to me.
"I know what we can do!" Deedlit declared as she rose from her chair, then
grabbed Pirotessa by the arm and hauled her up to a vertical base.
$What, get drunk and play strip croquet? With centuries to live, I'd
imagine the regular things to do would get old.
True. Though you can still manage to enjoy them, they lose their luster over
time.
Deedlit continued grinning. "Not much. Just going to some bar where we'll
dance a lot, get really drunk, and pick up a couple of guys and get laid."
$Some things, you never forget.
Pirotessa is a bit more partcular than Deedlit as well.
"Which is why you need to do it." Deedlit grabbed Pirotessa's arm again.
She
was pleased to note her friend wasn't struggling very hard. The dark elf
was
stronger and could overpower her if she wanted to.
$An enticing thought, when she thought about it.
Heh
of thing." Deedlit gave Pirotessa a wink, which caused her companion to
roll
her eyes in response, like it always did.
$Both knew he'd quickly be a thin pink spot on the wall if that was the
case.
True.
No matter how much trouble Deedlit got her into, eventually, perhaps in
centuries or perhaps over several millennia, Pirotessa would forget
everything that was going to happen.
$Except that incident with the can of cheez wiz and the amazon warrior
tribe. Some things you can't forget no matter how hard you try.
Pirotessa; No. really. Don't recall a thing. Although I have this image in
my mind of a walking ten foot tall furry dildo....
Hmm. Haven't done a 'mere' character piece in a while. Pretty sure the
whole
concept of dealing with 'eternal love' for immortals such as the elves set
in Record of the Lodoss War has been done before, just not by me. ^_^
$Which is the real point to 'It's all been done before.'
Oui.
her and Parn's relationship was the center of RotLW and was pretty much
the
classic sword and sorcery, knight and maiden tale,
$Parn:*snort* Deedlit was hardly a 'maiden'....
Heh.
Well, enough ranting. And whether you agree or disagree with the ideas
presented, hope you enjoyed.
$Aye. Nice work, although I don't usually go for this kind of thing.
They
tend to depress me.
It is a depressing topic.
I managed to avoid it this time, however, as countless
naked Pirotessas ran through my mind, complaining about the weather.
Well, that would do it all right.
Grammar and spelling mistakes were few, so that shouldn't be a problem.
Finish Old Acquaintance!
5 pages done. Hope to have it done by the end of next week. Was busy writing
a big lemon which took up most of my time. SOABF is definitely what I intend
on finishing next.
D.B. Sommer