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I double-checked my pockets for the shopping list, the key for the return journey, and a variety of currencies. Each was nearly double the amount I was told I might need, just to be ready. Too many jumps like this could raise questions I wanted to avoid.
The paper with the jingle was taped to the mirror. I started to read it.
Whether it is clipped
Whether it is shed
Whether it is donated after you're dead
We have talons
We have claws
We have complete feet and paws
Teeth from the mouth
Bones from the tail
Sexual organs from female and male
This was the part I began to stutter through as the list of wares began to remind me of a butcher shop. Markets like this were a nasty business in any world. Luckily, I didn't have to finish the entire chant; what I had spoken already was enough to conjure myself there.
"Welcome," said a devilish fellow of shadow. He gave me a sidelong glance and said "You seem fond of badgers. A badger-tail shaving brush for you, perhaps?"
"Now that'd be just the thing to show Bruce! How ghastly," I thought to myself. But I kept this from my countenance. "Only the fur of a badger if you please. Whiskers too. American Badger, and hopefully not connected to the face anymore! Scales and rattle of a Diamondback Rattlesnake, a shed skin would be ideal; feathers of a Lavender Orpington rooster. It could be a hen, I suppose, but I'd prefer a rooster. Not the tailfeathers, something from the neck."
"Aha," said the devilish shadow. "I know what you are doing. Mixing your mythology to form a new hybrid and anchoring it to reality! Or perhaps a simulacrum? A presentation for the deities or muses who'll aid you?"
I displayed the different types of currency in my hands as an answer. A light touch from the shadow made me shudder but indicated which should be used.
"Let's say it's a puppet," I said. "And one last thing: a complete eggshell. Chicken. While I'm here, I may as well get everything."
I'll get your family started, my alter ego. One way or another.
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I double-checked my pockets for the shopping list, the key for the return journey, and a variety of currencies. Each was nearly double the amount I was told I might need, just to be ready. Too many jumps like this could raise questions I wanted to avoid.
The paper with the jingle was taped to the mirror. I started to read it.
Whether it is clipped
Whether it is shed
Whether it is donated after you're dead
We have talons
We have claws
We have complete feet and paws
Teeth from the mouth
Bones from the tail
Sexual organs from female and male
This was the part I began to stutter through as the list of wares began to remind me of a butcher shop. Markets like this were a nasty business in any world. Luckily, I didn't have to finish the entire chant; what I had spoken already was enough to conjure myself there.
"Welcome," said a devilish fellow of shadow. He gave me a sidelong glance and said "You seem fond of badgers. A badger-tail shaving brush for you, perhaps?"
"Now that'd be just the thing to show Bruce! How ghastly," I thought to myself. But I kept this from my countenance. "Only the fur of a badger if you please. Whiskers too. American Badger, and hopefully not connected to the face anymore! Scales and rattle of a Diamondback Rattlesnake, a shed skin would be ideal; feathers of a Lavender Orpington rooster. It could be a hen, I suppose, but I'd prefer a rooster. Not the tailfeathers, something from the neck."
"Aha," said the devilish shadow. "I know what you are doing. Mixing your mythology to form a new hybrid and anchoring it to reality! Or perhaps a simulacrum? A presentation for the deities or muses who'll aid you?"
I displayed the different types of currency in my hands as an answer. A light touch from the shadow made me shudder but indicated which should be used.
"Let's say it's a puppet," I said. "And one last thing: a complete eggshell. Chicken. While I'm here, I may as well get everything."
I'll get your family started, my alter ego. One way or another.
I haven't thought about magic in a while; magic that responds to wishes and doesn't necessarily follow rules or spell books or deal damage. I guess they're more commonly referred to as miracles now.
At the beginning of this new year
A miracle for one while near
Without him I am whole
Homomorphic mirror
Anthropomorphic creature
Fulfill your spousal role.
At the beginning of this new year
A miracle for one while near
Without him I am whole
Homomorphic mirror
Anthropomorphic creature
Fulfill your spousal role.
Category Story / Human
Species Hybrid Species
Gender Male
Size 120 x 119px
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That was an interesting one! I admit I don't quite understand what the narrator was doing, or why Walt apparently found it funny?
I won't speak for Walt but...
It's possible Walt found it incomprehensible and laughed, which is not an unusual thing to do if someone babbles nonsense at you!
It's also possible he picked up on what might be called an inside joke, or a consistent theme I've had going on for a while now. I don't think he's read everything I've ever uploaded, but clues to what I'm up to are littered around my gallery. I've got a pretty persistent set of fetishes. I wouldn't look too deeply into it.
It's not spring yet but it's not too soon to plan for it, and the arrival of new life!
It's possible Walt found it incomprehensible and laughed, which is not an unusual thing to do if someone babbles nonsense at you!
It's also possible he picked up on what might be called an inside joke, or a consistent theme I've had going on for a while now. I don't think he's read everything I've ever uploaded, but clues to what I'm up to are littered around my gallery. I've got a pretty persistent set of fetishes. I wouldn't look too deeply into it.
It's not spring yet but it's not too soon to plan for it, and the arrival of new life!
That's the part that came to me first, though it didn't fit with "presentation". That was a bit later.
Well, there was a lot of trial and error before that. Loads of it. Crates of cartons.
Can't make a hybrid child without breaking a few eggs!
That's how the saying goes, right? XD
That's how the saying goes, right? XD
I think it's more "Can't joke about breaking eggs without getting turned into a statue at some point".
I could be wrong!
I could be wrong!
so you planned it? I'm impressed.
as always, very well written my dear Professor...
thought of you yesterday in a minor way - went to pick up dinner and the stores computers were having a problem so I paid in cash - and the girl behind the till had no idea how to count back change. It would seem the younger generation has been trained to only do what the computer says to do without thought.
Vix
as always, very well written my dear Professor...
thought of you yesterday in a minor way - went to pick up dinner and the stores computers were having a problem so I paid in cash - and the girl behind the till had no idea how to count back change. It would seem the younger generation has been trained to only do what the computer says to do without thought.
Vix
Can't make change? That reminds me of genfusion from another prompt by Atomic_Alex though the actual definition is slightly different.
And planning goes with hoping, wishing, daydreaming? :>
And planning goes with hoping, wishing, daydreaming? :>
Ah magic.
Seems like one of those things that has thousands of rules to it, using countless ingredients, and success comes with know which ingredients to use with which rules.
Seems like one of those things that has thousands of rules to it, using countless ingredients, and success comes with know which ingredients to use with which rules.
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