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Mother's Day
Today is still the fortieth day of the Omer, because it isn't dark yet.
I spent the day going, "Ouch, ouch, ouch" every few seconds as the sunburn really set in. Then I went and bought some aloe cream, and the ouchies vanished just like that :3
Also, I finished with my hugeass writing final, despite the fact that the actual final isn't for another three weeks. But I chose the earliest possible day (out of a hat, I'm not that crazy) and so I present tomorrow.
Title: Introducing Eska
Fandom: ASRP, a subset of the DP Phandom, although DP still belongs to the Bitch
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Dan talks. So does Eska. In his head.
“Who the hell is this?” said the voice of an old but still up and kicking woman in his head. Dan knew it was the sword.
“Eska, Dan. Dan, Eska. Eska does not take shit, Dan, so don’t try to feed her any of your usual bullcrap.”
“Wonderful,” said Eska. “And he’s what we’re working with?”
“Broadly,” said Heres Tanarill. “He’s got the most raw power, but there are others with more finesse. Still, he has his uses.”
At which point Dan broke in with, “Rill, stop talking about me as if I’m not here. Creepy-head-talking-sword-woman, explain. I can’t get crap out of Rill, and she said that she wasn’t going to explain until she got you here so we wouldn’t have to do it twice.” He turned back to Heres Tanarill. “You have your sword now. Talk.”
“I am not her sword,” said the sword.
“She’s not my sword,” said Heres Tanarill at the same time. “She just lets me carry her sometimes. I don’t think she’d let you carry her.”
“Carry–you know what? Screw it. Sword, explain to me what’s up.”
“My name,” said the sword tightly, “is Eska. Eska i’Hitmé i’Dinya a’Kreen a’Issul i’Tanak a’Litun kal’Edrin sheva’Natn sheva’Naal sheva’Suul sheva’Shen k’Shitame. And I don’t know much either. Just that a Wild Walker is coming.”
Dan blinked. Ignoring for the moment an incredibly long name for a piece of steal, he moved on to the second question. “What the fuck,” he asked, “is a Wild Walker?”
There was the distinct impression of serious anger, an almost immeasurable pressure of it delivered via the surface area of a sword-blade, passing from Eska to Rill for a moment. And then Eska said, “All right. We’ll start at the beginning, which is: Sometimes people break, or are broken, so hard that they go to a place called the Shattering Maze . . . ”
Next up in DaHTA, timeline-wise: some serious exposition. But we have Dan, so at least it won't be boring.
I may explain about k'Shitame (pronounced She-tah-may) names when I have Eska explain to Dan about the Shitame in general. Rest assured, it's not just an absurdly long name for a piece of steel.
I spent the day going, "Ouch, ouch, ouch" every few seconds as the sunburn really set in. Then I went and bought some aloe cream, and the ouchies vanished just like that :3
Also, I finished with my hugeass writing final, despite the fact that the actual final isn't for another three weeks. But I chose the earliest possible day (out of a hat, I'm not that crazy) and so I present tomorrow.
Title: Introducing Eska
Fandom: ASRP, a subset of the DP Phandom, although DP still belongs to the Bitch
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Dan talks. So does Eska. In his head.
“Who the hell is this?” said the voice of an old but still up and kicking woman in his head. Dan knew it was the sword.
“Eska, Dan. Dan, Eska. Eska does not take shit, Dan, so don’t try to feed her any of your usual bullcrap.”
“Wonderful,” said Eska. “And he’s what we’re working with?”
“Broadly,” said Heres Tanarill. “He’s got the most raw power, but there are others with more finesse. Still, he has his uses.”
At which point Dan broke in with, “Rill, stop talking about me as if I’m not here. Creepy-head-talking-sword-woman, explain. I can’t get crap out of Rill, and she said that she wasn’t going to explain until she got you here so we wouldn’t have to do it twice.” He turned back to Heres Tanarill. “You have your sword now. Talk.”
“I am not her sword,” said the sword.
“She’s not my sword,” said Heres Tanarill at the same time. “She just lets me carry her sometimes. I don’t think she’d let you carry her.”
“Carry–you know what? Screw it. Sword, explain to me what’s up.”
“My name,” said the sword tightly, “is Eska. Eska i’Hitmé i’Dinya a’Kreen a’Issul i’Tanak a’Litun kal’Edrin sheva’Natn sheva’Naal sheva’Suul sheva’Shen k’Shitame. And I don’t know much either. Just that a Wild Walker is coming.”
Dan blinked. Ignoring for the moment an incredibly long name for a piece of steal, he moved on to the second question. “What the fuck,” he asked, “is a Wild Walker?”
There was the distinct impression of serious anger, an almost immeasurable pressure of it delivered via the surface area of a sword-blade, passing from Eska to Rill for a moment. And then Eska said, “All right. We’ll start at the beginning, which is: Sometimes people break, or are broken, so hard that they go to a place called the Shattering Maze . . . ”
Next up in DaHTA, timeline-wise: some serious exposition. But we have Dan, so at least it won't be boring.
I may explain about k'Shitame (pronounced She-tah-may) names when I have Eska explain to Dan about the Shitame in general. Rest assured, it's not just an absurdly long name for a piece of steel.
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That name is loooooong. [terrible swirly eyes] Gaaah! You tease! Just when I thought you would explain fully what is ogign on, it eeeends.
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