I Moderate (i_moderate) wrote in we_archive, @ 2006-07-12 14:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | death, proginoskes |
i_amangels Litter. [Open]
There was a ball of feathers sitting on the sidewalk, much in the manner a bored person might be sitting on the sidewalk. Unlike a person, the ball of feathers had to feet to rest in the street, and no head to cradle in its non-existent hands, but the feathers were definitely drooping. They weren't drooping enough to trail in the dirt of the sidewalk and get all dirty, but they weren't primed for flight either.
The ball of feathers rocked a little closer to the edge of the curb when people walked by particularly close, and more than once seemed like it was going to fall off and bounce away down the street. A little curl of smoke rose from the street-side ball of feathers, followed by a brief flare of orange light, as if it were striking a match.
Two eyes opened - on the opposite side of the smoke - and blinked up at passersby. One eye was marble-like, bright and golden with a slit pupil. The other was humanoid, with a hazel iris. Both were looking in different directions.
A pigeon waddled over. "Cooo," it said inquisitively, and pecked at a feather.
There was another burst of flame, this one far more visible and directed with more concentration. The ball of feathers lifted half an inch off the sidewalk and floated a few inches away from the pigeon corpse.
Coo, said Progo.
From: i_likecats Date: 07/12/2006 16:30:45
When there is death, there will be Death.
Pigeons were not great conversationalists, not even when they're dead- their thoughts consisted solely of 000000000000!, after all. The dead pigeon gave Death a furtive look, a final "coo", and it was gone.
Death turned his attention to what could only be described as the ball of feathers on the sidewalk.
MY, he said by way of conversation starting.
From: i_amangels Date: 07/12/2006 17:06:07
Proginoskes waited politely for the thought to be finished (and it was more of a thought than a sound, really; this guy was a natural at kything), and turned a huge blue eye in the direction of the strange man who had appeared. He wasn't bothered by the general sense of Skeleton the man exuded - there were strange strange creatures here, he was finding out.
When there didn't seem like he was going to continue, Progo prompted, My what?
From: i_likecats Date: 07/12/2006 17:33:10
OH, THAT WAS JUST AN EXPRESSION OF SURPRISE AND OR A NOISE INDICATING QUIET DISAPROVING. Death was really quite good at remembering definitions.
He regarded Progo quietly. There was no need to ask "you can see me?" as it seemed to apply only to humans, how they mentally block out what they didn't want to see.
From: i_amangels Date: 07/12/2006 18:19:42
A few wings unfurled gently, and curled in again in an attempt to convey possible sheepishness, or maybe just uncertainty.
I shouldn't have killed the bird? Proginoskes guessed. The man's expression hadn't changed, so the cherubim didn't think he was surprised. He looked happy, actually.
From: i_likecats Date: 07/12/2006 18:31:45
Death always looked happy. Unfortunate side effect and all.
IT IS NOT MY PLACE TO JUDGE WHAT YOU DO, he said gently. I DO NOT THINK; I JUST AM. That, however, has never stopped Death from thinking. Or interferring. So maybe it was a null point.
WHO ARE YOU? Because he was curious. See, another one of those pesky human emotions he wasn't supposed to have.
From: i_amangels Date: 07/12/2006 23:56:59
Finally, someone who made as little sense as he seemed to. At least this creature didn't start off with an introduction and a disclaimer as Proginoskes had gotten into the habit of doing... but really, that only made him curious.
More wings shifted, revealing a variety of eyes, and then covering some of them, and a showing still others. A solid yellow eye focused on the skeletal being (not that he really identified it as being skeletal).
My name is Proginoskes, he said, and returned the favor. Who are you?
From: i_likecats Date: 07/13/2006 00:23:10
I AM DEATH.
His scythe shimmered a little bit in the light.
IT IS NICE TO MEET YOU, PROGINOSKES. This wasn't merely a pleasantry; to Death, it was always nice meeting new people. Or, not-people, as the case may be.
From: i_amangels Date: 07/14/2006 20:59:07
Proginoskes blinked. A lot. It was sort of a cascade of eyes closing and opening again, until most of them had closed and he was left with five open to stare at the strange figure next to him.
Death? he tried confusedly. Death was not a concept he was familiar with on a personal level. Oh, he supposed he'd died, himself, but X-ing wasn't really like that. It was... being unmade. Death seemed to be more of an ending to something that had already been made.
Maybe this was another one of those Human things.
Death is a creature?
From: i_likecats Date: 07/19/2006 18:16:01
Death is a antropomorphic personification, but no one ever explained that to him. I AM, Death mused, FLESH, IN THE LOOSEST SENSE OF THE WORD, I SUPPOSE.
Perhaps "what are you" would have been a more appropriate question to ask Proginoskes. After all, Death's name explained everything, but that did not apply to everyone. Though, it was considered rude by human standards to ask such a blunt question, so Death refrained.
ARE YOU UNFAMILIAR WITH ME?
Death was famous. It wasn't his fault.
From: i_amangels Date: 07/21/2006 00:50:28
In the non-existant sense of the word, if Proginoskes' perceptions of the human world were correct. He had learned enough tact to keep that thought to himself, just incase Death found his lack of flesh embarrassing.
I... If cherubim had feet, he would've been shuffling his. Instead, a series of eyes, all cast downwards at some angle, opened and closed, and then finally focused on his companion. He didn't like not being sure of himself. I have never seen you before. We have our own ways of ending.