Sudden Change of Direction
10-13-2006, 06:54 PM (This post was last modified: 04-12-2021, 10:25 AM by Bob Schroeck.)
10-13-2006, 06:54 PM (This post was last modified: 04-12-2021, 10:25 AM by Bob Schroeck.)
This is actually a seed file of mine, waiting until I have brainshare to actually work on it, but it's just weird enough to qualify.
"Death," thought the immortal spirit of Iris, vicomtesse de
Chateaubriand, "is terribly inconvenient."
...
WE GIVE YOU A CHOICE, IRIS DE CHATEAUBRIAND.
"What kind of choice?"
YOU MAY CONTINUE ONWARD TO YOUR DESERVED REST IN THAT WHICH
COMES AFTER...
"Or...?"
...OR YOU MAY GO TO A WORLD IN GREATER DANGER THAN YOUR OWN,
AND HELP ANOTHER BAND OF CHAMPIONS IN THEIR BATTLE AGAINST
THE DARKNESS.
...
THE POWERS WHICH GOVERN THAT WORLD MAY NOT APPRECIATE YOUR
INTERFERENCE.
"Pfft!" If she'd had a hand to wave dismissively, Iris would
have done so. "So why are you sending me there?"
WE ARE NOT...
"Yes, yes, I know, you're not 'sending' me there, you're just
letting me go if I want to." Iris paused, and gathered every bit
of willpower and determination and poured it into one word.
"*Why?*"
...
As the magic flowed through her, Willow trembled with its purity.
For a moment -- only a moment -- she doubted her right to touch
power of this ... goodness. A moment's doubt was all it took,
though, and her control over the mystical forces she channelled
began to waver.
But before they could slip loose and run wild, Willow heard a
high-pitched giggle and felt a Presence nearby. "Careful!" a
girlish voice whispered inside her mind as the flows of power
inexplicably stabilized. "That's a *lot* of spirit energy there,
and you almost lost hold of it."
"Who... what...?" Willow breathed, risking only the slightest
fraction of her engrossed attention.
"Call me Iris," the girl's voice said. "I'm... I'm here to
help. Oh my, you *are* terribly powerful, aren't you?"
"That's good, right?" Willow whispered.
"Oh, yes, very good," Iris replied. "Because we're going to need
a *lot* of power to give your friends even more of an edge than
you just gave them."
...
What could only be Faith's robot-thing turned and scanned Buffy.
"Purple and pink, B?" crackled across the radio.
"They're my favorite colors," Buffy hmphed defensively, before
studying the armor in front of her. "Gloss black with silver
rivets?"
Faith laughed. "Ya gotta admit, it's *definitely* my style."
SLAYER TAISEN
by
Robert M. Schroeck
-- Bob
---------
...The President is on the line
As ninety-nine crab rangoons go by...
"Death," thought the immortal spirit of Iris, vicomtesse de
Chateaubriand, "is terribly inconvenient."
...
WE GIVE YOU A CHOICE, IRIS DE CHATEAUBRIAND.
"What kind of choice?"
YOU MAY CONTINUE ONWARD TO YOUR DESERVED REST IN THAT WHICH
COMES AFTER...
"Or...?"
...OR YOU MAY GO TO A WORLD IN GREATER DANGER THAN YOUR OWN,
AND HELP ANOTHER BAND OF CHAMPIONS IN THEIR BATTLE AGAINST
THE DARKNESS.
...
THE POWERS WHICH GOVERN THAT WORLD MAY NOT APPRECIATE YOUR
INTERFERENCE.
"Pfft!" If she'd had a hand to wave dismissively, Iris would
have done so. "So why are you sending me there?"
WE ARE NOT...
"Yes, yes, I know, you're not 'sending' me there, you're just
letting me go if I want to." Iris paused, and gathered every bit
of willpower and determination and poured it into one word.
"*Why?*"
...
As the magic flowed through her, Willow trembled with its purity.
For a moment -- only a moment -- she doubted her right to touch
power of this ... goodness. A moment's doubt was all it took,
though, and her control over the mystical forces she channelled
began to waver.
But before they could slip loose and run wild, Willow heard a
high-pitched giggle and felt a Presence nearby. "Careful!" a
girlish voice whispered inside her mind as the flows of power
inexplicably stabilized. "That's a *lot* of spirit energy there,
and you almost lost hold of it."
"Who... what...?" Willow breathed, risking only the slightest
fraction of her engrossed attention.
"Call me Iris," the girl's voice said. "I'm... I'm here to
help. Oh my, you *are* terribly powerful, aren't you?"
"That's good, right?" Willow whispered.
"Oh, yes, very good," Iris replied. "Because we're going to need
a *lot* of power to give your friends even more of an edge than
you just gave them."
...
What could only be Faith's robot-thing turned and scanned Buffy.
"Purple and pink, B?" crackled across the radio.
"They're my favorite colors," Buffy hmphed defensively, before
studying the armor in front of her. "Gloss black with silver
rivets?"
Faith laughed. "Ya gotta admit, it's *definitely* my style."
SLAYER TAISEN
by
Robert M. Schroeck
-- Bob
---------
...The President is on the line
As ninety-nine crab rangoons go by...