Mr & Mrs Other | The Memitim (worstofall) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-09-30 15:25:00 |
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Current mood: | confused |
Entry tags: | the memitim |
Who: The Memitim (worstofall) [Narrative]
What: Their series of experiments concluded, the Others finally allow Death's heart to rest.
Where: Their lab.
When: Wednesday
Warnings: None.
Seven weeks after they had separated the Horseman from what he referred to as his 'tumour', the Lord's destroyers finally allowed the fist-sized piece of muscle to rest. Putting it into the container they had crafted out of reed, they left it alone for a couple of days.
They had extracted all data it contained - it was all neatly recorded in the Memitim's heads and now it deserved a little privacy before they removed it from this plane of existence forever. In the meantime, Mr and Mrs Other had returned their attention to the outside world, finding themselves astonished and maybe a little bit amused by the heathens' audacity to touch not one but two of their Lord's servants.
They hadn't received any orders and since the Voice and the General were handling it already, the Memitim didn't give it any further thought. They chased away the realisation that with each passing day they became more obsolete the best way they knew how; with cheerful laughter and a waltz in the clouds.
For two days, they forgot all about the heart, would have forgotten it completely and left it in their storage room until the End of Days if the heart itself hadn't forced itself back into their consciousness.
"Curious."
"Indeed."
"Unexpected."
"Very."
"Worrisome?"
"Not quite."
"Perhaps it is confused, Mrs Other."
"It is possible, Mr Other."
"Hm."
"Mm-hm."
The Others gazed dispassionately into the box where Death's heart lay, quivering.
Beating.