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rainbowfic2015-07-11 05:20 pm
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Dandelion Yellow #5, Dragon Scale Green #6, Rose #17
Name: shadowsong26
Story: The Messenger
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Dandelion Yellow #5. mail's always on time, Dragon Scale Green #6. "But it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them." ― Ursula K. Le Guin, Rose #17. A rose is a rose is a rose.
Supplies and Materials: photography, acrylic, novelty beads ("When I went from being an academic to being a member of the community of writers some of my former colleagues did look on me with a certain resentment." -Umberto Eco), yarn, beading wire
Word Count: 548
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Rubika
Warnings: Death.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Not quite sure where this came from, but there it is.
I don't actually fill my...uh, I guess you could call it my basic function...anyway, I don't actually do it all that much. The whole Apocalypse thing that I'm supposed to be a general or whatever for gets in the way. Finding Mariko and the first David gets in the way. Learning everything I can from Papi gets in the way. Dodging freaking angels--
You get the point.
It's kind of funny, you know--I used to be a messenger, and I feel like Death is associated with messengers a lot? I mean, the Greeks at least did it (and yet Pluto and Mercury are the farthest planets from each other, go figure). There's a whole thing about psychopomps, that's basically all over Human culture. And I guess I always was one, in a way, since like 90% of the Family news I carried was either deaths or births. Not bringing people over to the other side or whatever, so not exactly, but letting people know. A messenger of death in a different kind of way.
Anyway, sometimes, I do get around to it. I mean, I always know when someone or something (like, animals or whatever) dies, even if I don't know--it's like static in the background, because lives are always ending, all over the universe. I don't pay much attention to it, most of the time. But there's times when Shane or Imi or Dimana is taking point on something, or I need space to myself--I love my sisters, and I love my ship, but it's a little cramped with four of us plus Papi living there full time--so I wander off, and I find someone to take across the border in person.
They're always surprised to see me.
The one time I took someone who used to be on my message route, I kind of get. You never expect the end of life to come in the shape of someone you know. I mean, except for certain murders, but that's a whole different ballgame.
The rest of them...I don't know. They don't expect Death to be a cute girl in her twenties, I guess. Imi gets it more--people really don't expect Pestilence to be a twelve-year-old kid.
But, anyway, here I am, cute girl in her twenties, former mail lady, currently an Apocalyptic general and the personification of Death. I try to be nice to people, when I show up in person. Shane always asks me for their stories, but...I don't know. It feels like it's a private moment, for me and them.
So I see people over, from time to time, when I can, and then I let it all fade back into static and head back to my sisters, and the war. It's sort of nice, what I do. Or I try to make it nice, anyway.
We're still sort of gearing up for the war, so I don't know that I'll have much time for that in the future. Once we find David, once we find Mariko, the static will get louder, and the private moments where I do my actual job will get fewer and farther between. But it is nice, to be a peaceful end.
I think I'll just enjoy it while it lasts.
Story: The Messenger
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Dandelion Yellow #5. mail's always on time, Dragon Scale Green #6. "But it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them." ― Ursula K. Le Guin, Rose #17. A rose is a rose is a rose.
Supplies and Materials: photography, acrylic, novelty beads ("When I went from being an academic to being a member of the community of writers some of my former colleagues did look on me with a certain resentment." -Umberto Eco), yarn, beading wire
Word Count: 548
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Rubika
Warnings: Death.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Not quite sure where this came from, but there it is.
I don't actually fill my...uh, I guess you could call it my basic function...anyway, I don't actually do it all that much. The whole Apocalypse thing that I'm supposed to be a general or whatever for gets in the way. Finding Mariko and the first David gets in the way. Learning everything I can from Papi gets in the way. Dodging freaking angels--
You get the point.
It's kind of funny, you know--I used to be a messenger, and I feel like Death is associated with messengers a lot? I mean, the Greeks at least did it (and yet Pluto and Mercury are the farthest planets from each other, go figure). There's a whole thing about psychopomps, that's basically all over Human culture. And I guess I always was one, in a way, since like 90% of the Family news I carried was either deaths or births. Not bringing people over to the other side or whatever, so not exactly, but letting people know. A messenger of death in a different kind of way.
Anyway, sometimes, I do get around to it. I mean, I always know when someone or something (like, animals or whatever) dies, even if I don't know--it's like static in the background, because lives are always ending, all over the universe. I don't pay much attention to it, most of the time. But there's times when Shane or Imi or Dimana is taking point on something, or I need space to myself--I love my sisters, and I love my ship, but it's a little cramped with four of us plus Papi living there full time--so I wander off, and I find someone to take across the border in person.
They're always surprised to see me.
The one time I took someone who used to be on my message route, I kind of get. You never expect the end of life to come in the shape of someone you know. I mean, except for certain murders, but that's a whole different ballgame.
The rest of them...I don't know. They don't expect Death to be a cute girl in her twenties, I guess. Imi gets it more--people really don't expect Pestilence to be a twelve-year-old kid.
But, anyway, here I am, cute girl in her twenties, former mail lady, currently an Apocalyptic general and the personification of Death. I try to be nice to people, when I show up in person. Shane always asks me for their stories, but...I don't know. It feels like it's a private moment, for me and them.
So I see people over, from time to time, when I can, and then I let it all fade back into static and head back to my sisters, and the war. It's sort of nice, what I do. Or I try to make it nice, anyway.
We're still sort of gearing up for the war, so I don't know that I'll have much time for that in the future. Once we find David, once we find Mariko, the static will get louder, and the private moments where I do my actual job will get fewer and farther between. But it is nice, to be a peaceful end.
I think I'll just enjoy it while it lasts.
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Regarding the static...yeah, at this point, Rubika is the only character I'm 100% sure is going to survive the Apocalypse--if only because, y'know, she's Death. Granted, there's only...one, maybe two major characters (and one minor character) I know for sure are going to die. so there it is.
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