Do you know that Kelemvor and Cyric love apples?
Friday, 4 April 2008 12:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teakay
Pointless tidbit of the day: When I was a kid and scouting out information for my school-assigned autobiography, my parents told me, among other things, that I was born later than scheduled (by less than a week, as it turned out, so not medically late) and joked it was because I didn't want to be a Halloween baby. Perhaps I was a psychic fetus and didn't want to set off any future delusions.
... as it is, I have to settle for the fifth of November.
(Can you spot the Death Note trivia semi-relevance? Huh? Huh?)
(ETA: And I thought of myself as a Pisces ever since I knew what they were. I kept nodding along with the descriptions of them in the astrology books, even the less flattering ones. When I finally did up my own star chart I was bitterly disappointed)
Now for a couple of crackdrabbles of "Remembered Realms meets selected bits of Death Note," to try and get it out of my system (though introductory psych tells me that venting, for example violence, makes it worse. Eh, anyway). Quasi-spoilers.
***
“– by showing our gods of death to each other–”
Kiira threw up his arms, yelled, and fell out of his chair. Veldrin swung to divide his sight between the video and Kiira, who sat up and waved away concerned officers. “Gods – gods of death?”
Veldrin frowned. “Gods of death? Are we supposed to believe that?”
Kiira’s sense of the rhetorical was sporadic at the best of times. “Yup.”
“But,” someone ventured, “couldn’t it be a metaphor or –”
“Bet you not.” Kiira’s arms continued to flail. Even his messy hair seemed animate. “This is even better than zombies!”
***
It had been Myrkul’s before it was Cyric’s, and it had been Jergal’s before that. It was Jergal who’d written the “How to Use” in the front, which handily translated themselves from whatever dead (ha ha) language they’d first been in. He hadn’t used it when he killed Kelemvor so there was no “Kelemvor Lyonsbane” in the notebook, and he hadn’t killed Midnight at all so there was no “Ariel Manx.” But Ricky still knew, and remembered.
Codename Red Knight. That told Ricky who she was after a Weave search, and it also told him the knowledge was useless. Probably the only true names more secret than hers were Mask’s and the Nameless Banshee’s. Just his luck that, with the world settled down as it was, she’d gone from war to detectiving.
“You can’t just fly over there and come back and tell it me, can you,” he said to Jergal, who hovered behind him. Jergal had declared his intention to write him down once he was “ready” to re-apotheose. Ricky hoped not to be ready for a while yet.
“No.”
“Bugger this for a game of soldiers,” Ricky said, and went to get apples for the two of them.
... as it is, I have to settle for the fifth of November.
(Can you spot the Death Note trivia semi-relevance? Huh? Huh?)
(ETA: And I thought of myself as a Pisces ever since I knew what they were. I kept nodding along with the descriptions of them in the astrology books, even the less flattering ones. When I finally did up my own star chart I was bitterly disappointed)
Now for a couple of crackdrabbles of "Remembered Realms meets selected bits of Death Note," to try and get it out of my system (though introductory psych tells me that venting, for example violence, makes it worse. Eh, anyway). Quasi-spoilers.
***
“– by showing our gods of death to each other–”
Kiira threw up his arms, yelled, and fell out of his chair. Veldrin swung to divide his sight between the video and Kiira, who sat up and waved away concerned officers. “Gods – gods of death?”
Veldrin frowned. “Gods of death? Are we supposed to believe that?”
Kiira’s sense of the rhetorical was sporadic at the best of times. “Yup.”
“But,” someone ventured, “couldn’t it be a metaphor or –”
“Bet you not.” Kiira’s arms continued to flail. Even his messy hair seemed animate. “This is even better than zombies!”
***
It had been Myrkul’s before it was Cyric’s, and it had been Jergal’s before that. It was Jergal who’d written the “How to Use” in the front, which handily translated themselves from whatever dead (ha ha) language they’d first been in. He hadn’t used it when he killed Kelemvor so there was no “Kelemvor Lyonsbane” in the notebook, and he hadn’t killed Midnight at all so there was no “Ariel Manx.” But Ricky still knew, and remembered.
Codename Red Knight. That told Ricky who she was after a Weave search, and it also told him the knowledge was useless. Probably the only true names more secret than hers were Mask’s and the Nameless Banshee’s. Just his luck that, with the world settled down as it was, she’d gone from war to detectiving.
“You can’t just fly over there and come back and tell it me, can you,” he said to Jergal, who hovered behind him. Jergal had declared his intention to write him down once he was “ready” to re-apotheose. Ricky hoped not to be ready for a while yet.
“No.”
“Bugger this for a game of soldiers,” Ricky said, and went to get apples for the two of them.
