Baba Yaga (mother_of_bones) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-03-10 01:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | baba yaga |
Who: Viktor Zmey [NPC] and Baba Yaga, Narrative
What: Reaction to this
Where: Gorynich Tea
When: Late Tuesday night
Warnings: See "Who" and "What"
Baba Yaga was poring over a census form in the dining room of Gorynich Tea when it happened. She was midway through finishing the question on Deity, Immortal or Other? She filled in an "X" by each one. Of course, the crone wasn't thinking about that the census form was actually for Viktor, since Baba Yaga herself had no address.
Viktor was in the back room, the one that doubled as his bedroom and office, finishing up cleaning one of his guns. When he turned and saw the rose on the window sill, he paused for a moment, tilting his head with slightly furrowed brows. He leaned and placed one knee on the twin bed as he reached to pick up the flower. The corners of his mouth twitched. Twila?
The softness of her image in his mind and the conflict in his heart melted away as the delicate flower fell apart in his hands, and from it, an eight legged, vaguely familiar breed of spider went scuttling across his mattress.
Without thinking, on instinct, in less time than it took for one to blink, a shot exploded from the gun in his hand. Spider death and a hole decorated his mattress a moment later. In the dining room, several customers, even regulars, jumped. For some, this resulted in spilled tea and shattered glass.
Beatrice was at the door then, gasping. "Goodness, Viktor! You've put a hole through your mattress!" She rushed forward, picked up the spider bits - of which there were few, but in Baba Yaga's mind, every last spider leg was a potential ingredient. "Dear me," she muttered and stared hard at Viktor, striding from the room with an exasperated sigh.
He glanced down at the gun. At the hole in the mattress. At the window.
Not Twila.
He continued with his work.