Post by Nathan Saniti on Sept 4, 2015 17:31:19 GMT -5
(Sorry about the brevity, folks. Just not enough time this week.)
Fate offered Naomi and Rasputin each a cup of tea, the aroma of which could only be described as if it had been brewed from a fermented eggplant, delicately strained through a sweaty gym sock with an oily jackhammer. Truth be told, their olfactory wouldn't be too far from correct. Both lovers winced as they brought the cup to their faces, and each recoiled their hands almost fast enough to spill the offering, and after the initial whiff, neither would have objected.
Fate, gently insisted that they partake of the offensive substance, citing it's reinvigorating qualities after the ordeal of breaking The Stranger's spell. The enamored pair looked into each other's eyes to steel their resolve for this unsavory medicine. Silently counting to three, they uplifted their containers, expecting it to taste like pureed roadkill. They were each pleasantly surprised to find that it did, in fact, taste akin to a sweet summer squash, topped with a hint of lavender and honey.
"More?" questioned Fate, presenting a steaming pot of the mixture. Curiously enough, the removal of the spell and the subsequent fainting had left both Rasputin and Naomi parched to the core. Despite the unspoken disapproval of their senses, each held out their cup for a refill.
"It tastes like death and regret," quipped Naomi, "but my tongue is as dry as the Sahara."
Rasputin slugged down half of his second cup, enjoying the flavor, but cringing at the nefarious steam emanating from it. "Do we even want to know what is in this confusing concoction?"
Fate clapped him of the shoulder. "No. No you don't. I've made enough to steep another batch for when we encounter Nathan. Firstly, we have to convince the apple of his eye to cut him a slice of pie."
"Very droll," scorned Naomi playfully. "It may be more difficult than you think."
"Oh?"
"While unconscious, I was able to astral project to Kelli and Nathan's locations."
"What did you see?" queried Rasputin gulping the last of his brew.
"The mask has made Nathan write such horrible things on Kelli's video blog, right there for public scrutiny..." Naomi trailed, empathetic tears falling from her eyes. She turned her face away from the men. "Kelli was devastated. She felt completely empty from reading what he wrote. Her aura..." She wiped away the clouds in her own eyes. "I've never seen such defeat. I... I can't even imagine."
"That certainly throws a wrench in things," added Fate, slipping into thinking mode.
Rasputin perked up, raising his index finger to make a point. "If there's anything I know about my Kelliska, my zaichik, it's that I know she forgives easily. It's one of her more impish qualities. Come, let's go visit my family." Rasputin smiled reassuringly, his outstretched hand to his own beloved. "I owe Nathan the chance at the happiness I once again enjoy."
Nero Shall Fiddle Again - Chapter 7
Fate offered Naomi and Rasputin each a cup of tea, the aroma of which could only be described as if it had been brewed from a fermented eggplant, delicately strained through a sweaty gym sock with an oily jackhammer. Truth be told, their olfactory wouldn't be too far from correct. Both lovers winced as they brought the cup to their faces, and each recoiled their hands almost fast enough to spill the offering, and after the initial whiff, neither would have objected.
Fate, gently insisted that they partake of the offensive substance, citing it's reinvigorating qualities after the ordeal of breaking The Stranger's spell. The enamored pair looked into each other's eyes to steel their resolve for this unsavory medicine. Silently counting to three, they uplifted their containers, expecting it to taste like pureed roadkill. They were each pleasantly surprised to find that it did, in fact, taste akin to a sweet summer squash, topped with a hint of lavender and honey.
"More?" questioned Fate, presenting a steaming pot of the mixture. Curiously enough, the removal of the spell and the subsequent fainting had left both Rasputin and Naomi parched to the core. Despite the unspoken disapproval of their senses, each held out their cup for a refill.
"It tastes like death and regret," quipped Naomi, "but my tongue is as dry as the Sahara."
Rasputin slugged down half of his second cup, enjoying the flavor, but cringing at the nefarious steam emanating from it. "Do we even want to know what is in this confusing concoction?"
Fate clapped him of the shoulder. "No. No you don't. I've made enough to steep another batch for when we encounter Nathan. Firstly, we have to convince the apple of his eye to cut him a slice of pie."
"Very droll," scorned Naomi playfully. "It may be more difficult than you think."
"Oh?"
"While unconscious, I was able to astral project to Kelli and Nathan's locations."
"What did you see?" queried Rasputin gulping the last of his brew.
"The mask has made Nathan write such horrible things on Kelli's video blog, right there for public scrutiny..." Naomi trailed, empathetic tears falling from her eyes. She turned her face away from the men. "Kelli was devastated. She felt completely empty from reading what he wrote. Her aura..." She wiped away the clouds in her own eyes. "I've never seen such defeat. I... I can't even imagine."
"That certainly throws a wrench in things," added Fate, slipping into thinking mode.
Rasputin perked up, raising his index finger to make a point. "If there's anything I know about my Kelliska, my zaichik, it's that I know she forgives easily. It's one of her more impish qualities. Come, let's go visit my family." Rasputin smiled reassuringly, his outstretched hand to his own beloved. "I owe Nathan the chance at the happiness I once again enjoy."
