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 Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 8:55 pm
 002 intro: antanasia
003 intro: amagi
004 solo: research
005 solo: crowley is born
006 solo: crowley meets amagi's daughter
007 prp: soggy adventures
008 prp: inter-dimensional house calls
009 solo: crowley grows
010 prp: question!
011 prp: casting nets
012 solo: crowley learns the spiral story
013 prp: surf n' turf
014 orp: roman candles? check!
015 prp: all aboard the funderboat!
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 9:20 pm
Such questions made being the Ghostly High Chancellor quite a difficult job. After all, who could take a floating head seriously if their hair was messed up? Who!? Well, everyone. Since Antanasia happened to have been with the Commonwealth since (almost) its inception, she had a lot of weight to throw around, two executions and a treason conviction notwithstanding.
The Commonwealth of Nur had come up from no where, rather like Antanasia herself. She felt, thusly, quite attached to its rise and fall, and did a lot to keep it rising as long as she was part of it. Without her nation, she would find herself quite without direction.
Now, if only the stupid Lord Major General weren't being a d**k...
"No one would notice if I just skipped," she told her reflection quite seriously. "Truly. There are many other Retribution that look just like me. Really." The face in the mirror was quite unconvinced, so she turned around and left. Really, she had a pretty unique face for her kind. The Retribution often had many more scars than she, who had none visible. Usually instead of just blue-tinted white, they were mottled purple and green. Quite disgusting, actually, and it had been a personal favor that the Lord Major General hadn't made her match the others floating about.
Antanasia skirted a table (not like she needed to) as the shadows that currently made up her incorporeal form growled. They were hungry, which didn't surprise her, because while she didn't have the ugly face her shadow-body was hostile and often very growly. Oh. And hungry. The bad part was that shadow-bodies for Retributions usually ate souls or refined metal, and right now she only knew of one place to find refined ore and that was in her teapot (#42). Like hell would she feed them her teapot!
So she ignored the mutterings and drifted through a door that swung open to admit her; in the damp stone hallway, the Ghostly High Chancellor left the building and then up a stone staircase to the rest of Nur. Specifically to a building that looked like a perfectly proportioned white masterpiece of origami: the Science Division. Today was her day (unfortunately) to accept tribute from recently conquered nations who would be seeing to keep their people employed as they could.
It never went well for them, unfortunately. None of their senior staff could become her senior staff, citizenship requirements and such. This made Antanasia sad and the frown made for quite an impressive entrance to the Screening Room.
The Screening Room was, of course, a large and quite cavernous room that had a lot of comfortable seating. These seats were, of course, full of warm bodies in neat white scientific uniforms who gazed vacantly at the multitude of projection surfaces. (Being a technology imported from their trading partner of Melise, these 'cogitors' were a lot more useful than computers.) They also analyzed information for emotional impact, which many officials found appealing.
She looked at one particular bank of screens which informed her of the progress of various parties inside the building. It was not manned by a cogitor because they could not determine threats very well, or at least not as well as a real person. Waving off a student researcher, she investigated the offerings of the white, rounded rectangles. Her pink eyes trailed down, observing various parties offering the tribute and trying to guess at their emotional status: Excited? Frightened? Easily manipulated, which was not actually a mood but an important thing to spot nonetheless?
One screen, the last on the row, informed Antanasia that one of the tributes she should expect was a large, leafy green cabbage from the minor planetoid of Phaedras. It had a close relationship with Gaia, she thought, or perhaps it didn't. Maybe that was Huodras, its neighboring world. (Phaedras and Huodras, like Siamese twins sharing a heart, shared two dwarf suns. They tended to eclipse each other every so often, and you could tell which one was undergoing an abrupt ice age by which one had the most trade throughout their galaxy and the most transference between mirror-sides.)
Finally satisfied, the Ghostly High Chancellor entered the auditorium hall just beyond the room full of screens and cogitors. "Presenting the Ghostly High Chancellor of the Science Division, Keeper of the Pretty Seashells and the Slightly More Important Plot Device, Lord High Consulate of the Commonwealth of Nur, Antanasia Howl," said one of the interns, sounding bored.
So they went through the first few sets of tribute- a nice statuary from the ice planet of Yder, the Silent Federation gave up a sensor of ley-lines, Huodras three young children ready to undergo the operations to become the ever-so-necessary cogitors, then the Amedian Nation sought to remind the High Chancellor Howl (whom they quite resented) of the necessity of their grains by providing a fine trained stallion. It got quite boring and highly trivial to her (these things would be tallied and presented to her in a list later) until the monotony was broken by...
"Phaedras, the flight feathers of the Spina Cygnus galaxy, presents the Ghostly High Chancellor of the Science Division, Keeper of the Pretty Seashells and the Slightly More Important Plot Device, Lord High Consulate of the Commonwealth of Nur, Antanasia Howl, with many fine trivialities that resulted from their commerce with the mirror-side of Gaia: One leafy green cabbage, a fine pair of demonic head wings attachable to any who seek to do so, a large pair of stereo headphones well-used, a guitar possessed by an evil aura, and a leather bustier."
She opened her eyes and finally spoke. "A cabbage?" The ambassador from Phaedras nodded and gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. (It looked gross.) After so long just sitting there, she had begun to believe that perhaps they had just brought it for their dinner. Certainly these Great Surrenders took ages upon ages and the High Chancellor's office could not be held responsible for their lunch... "Well... All right. Take it away with the other things."
Perhaps she could give it to Amagi for an early present. The Winter Solstice wasn't so far off, after all.
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 6:33 pm
Not like anyone remembered that, he often thought. Usually, if they noticed him- the Leafy Head of the Gardening Division, Daimyo of Horticultural Studies, and Examiner of the Sandy Beaches of the Commonwealth of Nur- it was to tell him to go assist the High Chancellor with something. He didn't resent it, of course. Horticulture was a dying art in Nur. A lot of things were dying arts to the Commonwealth of Nur. Science, however, was not one of them, and so he wasn't surprised to find himself half way to Antanasia's home on Nur Proper when he woke up one morning. She didn't often ask his permission.
It was a nice house. Nondescript, but nice. He liked it in the sort of way you like a road well-taken care of, with no bumps on it; you didn't really think specifically 'Oh I like this nice road', but you noticed when something was up. Today the house looked just fine, so Amagi got out of the vehicle and waved after the irritated-looking driver. No one liked being around the High Chancellor when they didn't have to be.
He was pretty okay with it.
Tramping up the driveway, he shoved both hands into his pockets and ventured forth into the cold entry hall. Antanasia made it a point to never lock her doors (if you weren't supposed to be there, you would know. God-damn, but you would know). "High Chancellor," he called, uncertain as to whether to take the stairs set into the floor to the basement or if he was meant to ascend to the upper floors where she pretended to sleep when having company.
"Upstairs," came a serene response. He took the stairs one at a time, just because he wasn't in that much of a hurry and besides, two at a time would be rather uncomfortable with his pants. They were much too tight to be doing that, but they looked so good on his a**, he didn't really mind. "Amagi Takashi-san," caroled Antanasia, peeking her head out of a door. Noticing the black cloak, he surmised he was going to be 'hanging' with the Retribution body today, which wasn't bad. It meant she couldn't strangle him if he mouthed off.
However, she could feed him to the shadow-body.
He shook his head, following her into a room. "Happy Winsol," cried Antanasia with a peculiar grin from the mass of shadows.
"It's a cabbage," he said flatly, stepping over to the remarkably large leafy vegetable. "An extraordinarily large one."
"Well, yeh," said Antanasia, looking quite unimpressed by his reaction and a little disappointed. Amagi thought for sure the process to create a Retribution made the victim utterly mad sometimes. "From Gaia, though. You don't have a cabbage from Gaia."
Waving one hand with the other on his waist, he said, "I have four cabbages from Gaia, actually."
"Not like this one," she argued, the shadow-body growling in resentment. "I got it as a tribute, it can't be normal."
Well, that explained something. Antanasia never went shopping for anything. "Let me look at it," he muttered, stomping over to smooth back the leaves of the oversized vegetable. Everything looked normal, until... He dug his nails into the main body of the cabbage. No doubt about it, hard as a rock! Amagi pulled a tiny device out of his pocket and placed it carefully on the point where the leaves seemed thinnest, then pressed the Red Button. Three steady beeps, and then-
"Holy s**t," said Antanasia as the machine exploded. "What was that?"
His hands trembled as he picked up two pieces of his machine's casing and tried to piece them together, but the edges had melted. There was no real shape any more. "That's not a cabbage, that's biotech," he said. "This was a gift from my grandmother, you know, High Chancellor."
"Dude," said Antanasia. "No kidding? Biotech?"
She could animate a teapot or a box, but so far using vegetables as computers had eluded her. The Melizse would not share their trade secrets with her. It made her quite sad.
"Biotech," said Amagi. "Which makes it yours."
"Well, damn," said Antanasia. "Guess it would make a shitty office plant, then, huh? What do you think it does?"
"Uh," said Amagi, since words failed him for the moment. The loss of his favorite piece of tech was hitting him quite hard, it seemed. Blood dripped down lightly from one temple while he contemplated his answer. "Blows up family heirlooms, apparently."
The High Chancellor looked at him, unimpressed. "No, really."
"I was quite serious."
Antanasia sighed. "I guess I'll have to make a trip to Gaia, huh?"
With a shrug, he informed her, "I don't really care. I have to get this replaced," holding up the two shards of his machine.
She wailed. "But that means I gotta switch to an Observation!"
"Yes," he said pitilessly. "Do it soon, too."
"Damn you," said Antanasia. She would have kicked him, but she had no legs.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 7:44 pm
"Then you'll be stuck as an Observation," observed Amagi, crossing the room to sit on the couch with her. "And won't that be uncomfortable?" It was better to be close to the source of the disturbance. Most of Antanasia's temper tantrums were quite long-distance. Likely the ones to feel this one would be her subordinates, later, after she left Nur to go to Gaia. He would be quite absent, hopefully...
Quiet thoughtfulness for a moment, then she shattered the illusion by kicking her feet and wailing, "But my tits are uncomfortable, too!" Antanasia glared daggers at him and arrogantly tossed her red hair. "You go to Gaia. I'm your superior and I order you to go to Gaia and find out what the ******** that cabbage does."
He sighed and put his face into his hands. "High Chancellor, I must respectfully decline. You've not got the right to order me off planet. Ordering me to come back to Nur Prime, yes. But not to make me leave."
She pouted, thwarted for the moment. "Then help me find a subordinate to do it, Amagi! I don't want to leave Nur. Maybe I'll just leave the damn cabbage in a corner and it can die."
"Weren't you the one curious about the biotech and hoping whoever made the cabbage would help you develop the tech on your own?" Having little to no patience on a normal day, and with today being quite a not-normal day, Amagi snapped at her. She didn't recoil, just reached around and whacked him upside the head.
"I'm your superior," she muttered, looking at him rebelliously, like she was a petulant child and not a high official of a conquering government. "You should listen to me, you know. I can fire you. And then I'll make you work out in the fields like an Asian gold farmer."
He stiffened. "That's disgusting and low." There was nothing wrong with farming, after all he was the head of horticulture for all of Nur. Why would he find something wrong with farming? It was just easier to understand it with his head than with his own two hands, and all that. Besides, he liked the dress uniforms for all of the physical sciences. They were very nice and futuristic. And besides, his job was quite cushy. Hitting a man like Amagi in the employment opportunities could be reasonably compared to kicking another man in the balls. Not only did it cause pain, it was also incredibly humiliating.
"I know," said Antanasia cheerfully. "That's why it's genius."
"Fine," he said. "I'll find a subordinate to do the research for you."
"Good man," she said.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 6:49 pm
Visions of biotechnological wonders beyond cogitors, beyond mentors, beyond anything yet imagined by herself or the Melizse, danced in her head. Even the sight of the cabbage breaking open on her office desk with a small head of deep brown curls poking out of it didn't fail to cheer her, until she looked again. That was only after bustling over to a video intercom (activated by her voice) and chatting at Amagi. "Well, I went to Gaia," said Antanasia self-importantly. "Found another person with a weird cabbage. I didn't get to check and see if it was biotechnical or not. But I do know that they don't seem to do anything. Except bite men, but you-"
She paused, and a wicked smile came over her face. "-you didn't get bitten! I always suspected--"
Amagi seemed to have the queerest confused-nauseous look on his face. One corner of his mouth was twitching. "High Chancellor, turn around," he directed. And when she did, the look on her face resembled that of a woman, slapped with a fish, who couldn't quite believe what she was seeing.
Antanasia was seeing a boy-child with skin the color of dark chocolate, honey-gold eyes and curls several shades darker than his flesh. Two of his fingers were in his mouth and he had a silly, childish smile on. "There's a kid," she squawked.
"He looks like an Earth human," observed Amagi.
"Shut up!" Antanasia wanted to stomp her feet. Instead, the shadows roiling beneath the 'shoulders' of her cloak growled. The little boy looked paler, suddenly, like he was frightened. As he should be, thought Antanasia in annoyance. "Amagi! As Head of the Gardening Division, I'm appointing you to find out what the hell happened here. Go to Gaia and get me some damn answers! And take the stupid boy with you!"
The Leafy Head of the Gardening Division frowned, just for appearances. Actually he was enjoying seeing the Retribution discomfited like this. "Aren't you going to name it," he asked mildly, examining his nails.
"Name it Crowley for all I care," raged Antanasia. "It's just an error. IT HAS TO BE! Who would make a piece of biotech create children?" She stormed, quite literally, out of the room.
Amagi leaned forward, until his oversized nose almost touched his side of the intercom screen. "Crowley Errol," he decided. "You look like a Crowley."
Crowley stuck another finger in his mouth. "Coo," he said.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:59 pm
"Crowley Errol Howl, it has a nice ring," he said, unlocking the door. He lived in a domed city, even though the atmosphere of Caldera IV was perfectly breathable. Amagi liked the security of the plasteel. "Don't worry. She'll warm up to you." He pushed the door open with his hip.
Inside, the house was a little dim, and the color palette was very limited, introduced as bold splashes of color, brilliant reds and abyssal blacks. It fit Amagi, though, who mostly dressed in black with white accents anyway. Of course, the boy didn't care; he was just fascinated by his reflection in the wall. There was a waterfall somewhere just out of sight; he careened in the Japanese man's arms, trying to see the water. The Head of the Gardening Division ended that aspiration right quickly, and hurried up the steps. It wasn't much of a change, because the second floor opened onto the first- it was a very airy house.
They walked into a dark room together and Amagi flicked on a light before setting the boy down. Inside the room was a girl of about twelve. Sitting in a red beanbag across the room, she was a plain little thing: certainly nothing to write home about. Her features were too exotic, unbalanced in her tiny, pinched face. Maybe they would even out with time, maybe not; dark-skinned Crowley didn't even notice her face, being much more taken with her other traits. Her skin was pale, but olive-toned; her clothing, bright red and fastened with gold baubles, overwhelmed her.
He stuck two fingers in his mouth. "Here," she said imperiously, eyes focused on him. "Please, Daddy." With a quirk of an eyebrow, Amagi brought Crowley over to the girl.
"Mmm," said Crowley, apparently liking the taste of his fingers. With a scoffing sound, the girl pulled his hand away from his face.
"You will watch him for a bit, won't you?" Amagi did have things to do, like talking Antanasia into keeping the kid. It wouldn't be easy, especially considering what, exactly, she would be wont to do with a disappointment. How could anyone be disappointed with that little bit of biotech? It looked fascinating to him- a cabbage that made a child! If only it fell into the horticultural auspices, he would go visit this Gaia straight away...
The girl hefted Crowley onto her lap and gave him a gold snake bracelet that wrapped around her wrist. "All right. Do we get to keep him?"
He shook his head. "His name is Crowley, and he's Antanasia's boy."
"Boo," said the girl, whose name was Sadi. She was quite taken with his curls. "Okay."
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 5:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 5:11 pm
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 11:31 am
Antanasia tapped the thick bundle of papers on her left forearm and then groaned. "Looks like you're not gonna be going to the Academy, Error."
"Why not?" Crowley's feet hung out from between gaps in the crib...
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 12:34 pm
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 7:26 pm
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 8:34 pm
The girl, his age now, had hair the same shade as his, though hers was wrought with golden pins and clips. She closed her fire-orange eyes and then opened them slowly, asking, "Have you ever heard any Amedian stories?" He glanced up and grunted a negative; Sadi sighed and said, "I'll tell you one, if you want."
"I want," he said, rolling his head to rest on one of his shoulders.
The light had an amber, warm quality to it. It made everything look mysterious, almost magical, sort of like the hypnotic tone of Sadi's voice as she began the story. "Amedia is, was, and could have been just like Earth. It had winter and it had warmth, flower-time and falling-time; Amedia was the brightest light of its galaxy, but the closer it stands to the light, the greater its shadows seem." She paused; "Do you know that this house is in Amedia?"
Idly, half-listening, he interrupted: "Is that why it's a wasteland out there, even though Amagi's the Horticulturist?"
"Don't interrupt me," she snapped as she rose partly from the chair. "Do you want to hear the story or not?"
"Sure, sure," said Crowley.
Pacified, Sadi continued. "In Amedian folklore, the spiral is accursed, because it draws to it the undead, and no one but Kieve the World-Breaker can bear the eternal curse of the walking dead. No true citizen would ever allow the spiral anywhere, not even in sacred arts depicting the victories of humanity over the spiral, and yet... one day, an immigrant by the name of Lemarchand entered the town, this town that used to be here around this house, bearing a spiral upon his shoulder."
"He brought with him a young daughter, a tiny girl-child named Wilhemina who is said to have cornflower blue eyes of spirals, who ran in spirals, who talked in the accursed spiral. They were to live with two citizens named Mordecai and Poe, brothers of the little girl's mother, who had long ago died in the darkness of night. They say that on her floor was a rug in the shape of a spiral..."
Crowley yawned, then glanced apologetically at Sadi. She glared daggers for a moment and then continued.
"...one day, Lemarchand left, his spiral-eyed daughter remaining behind with the Amedian citizens who were her uncles. Together they lived in this house, three happy people despite the cursed eyes, Wilhemina joyfully living the life of a happy running child. Mordecai and Poe acted as her loving uncles, consoling her when she was sad, cheering her when she was glad, and staying away when she was mad. Her moods ran in spirals, more intense as time passed on, from light skipping to aggrieved anger to languor that would not permit her to move from her bed, and finally the uncles decided that the demon spirals must be exorcised.
"They brought her to a man of the faith, who stared into those endless unchanging eyes and pronounced her demon-begotten, saying that Lemarchand's tattoo had been a sign of the child's unholy origin, and he said she must be locked away. Nine-year-old beautiful child Wilhemina was thrown into her room, there to stay alone for a time not to be less than three months in the hopes that the spiral eyes would fade with no life to draw upon but her own. The uncles worried- what if she died? Lemarchand had been their brother, and they still loved Wilhemina's long-dead mother, their lost sister.
"Wilhemina did not die. She lived, but her rage and humiliation when she was freed was such that once more she was locked into her room, and this time the door was bricked over. A secret passage afforded her clothing, provided her food, and the windows were painted over with tar.
"She was so terribly alone."
Crowley held his breath as Sadi paused, smiling in a crafty way. He frowned, then demanded, "And?"
"One day, when she was twelve, they took her from the room by the secret door and bathed her, having finally decided the course to take upon those spiral eyes. Frightened, savage, she raked her fingernails across Mordecai's face, her blind hatred entombed upon his face forever more. With no recourse to protect themselves from the growing curse, the man of the faith took his sharp-bladed knife and cut those blue eyes free from her face." Sadi observed the way the color drained from Crowley's dark skin, giggled and continued, "She screamed, pure high clear and silvered notes, unending; it drove the uncles mad and, afraid for the minds of the citizens in this spiraling scream - higher and higher and higher the voice went - the man of the faith slit Wilhemina's throat.
"This is where the facts of the story fade into myth," she whispered, leaning in. Crowley stared at her in horror. "It's said that the man of the faith hid the body from the uncles in the room where Wilhemina lived the last three years of her life. It's said that six months later, Lemarchand returned with a bounty of gold from his home world, and upon finding that his beloved daughter was dead, he killed the uncles and used his spiral arts to lock them away into dolls with opal eyes. It's even said that Lemarchand found the way to his daughter's room and used his spiral arts to call her spirit back to her body, using a golden necklace artifact from his home country.
"They say that she awoke insane, and finding herself blind, she attacked her father and took his eyes. His corpse was found twisted into a spiral, every bone in his body broken to dust, inside a circle..." She paused, and her voice dropped even more, so much that even Crowley had to lean in. "They say she still haunts this part of Amedia, calling children to her through the indestructible golden artifact that returned her to life and trying to pull them into her everlasting undeath, that even Kieve the Liar cannot remove her from the fabric of reality, for not even the Architect of Stories can fight the insidious power of the spiral."
By this time, Crowley was so tense that when she blew a mouthful of spice-scented air into his face, he jumped into the air with a terrified shout. Sadi leaned back, an impish grin on her face as she giggled. "Stupid Error," she laughed, "it was just a story. No one really believes in the spirals, not even Daddy. There's no Wilhemina, and anyway, she wouldn't call you. You're a jerk."
Struggling to calm his racing heart, he halfheartedly kicked at Sadi; now that the original scare of the story had worn off, he resented the way it had affected him. Real guys didn't get scared of ghost stories, especially not dumb folklore stories. Nevermind he wasn't gonna sleep tonight, it was stupid to get scared of WORDS. Seriously, though, sleep? In THIS house? Where there could be creepy blind girls with stolen eyes? No way! He wanted to go home! "Sure," he said, trying to sound nonchalant and not at all like he had been terrified, "Sure, right."
"Crow," she said, "You're not mad at me, are you?"
He looked towards the wall, crossing both arms over his chest. It was too dark for her to see his blush, but Sadi struggled up to her feet anyway and offered him a golden bauble from her multitude of necklaces. "Here," she said, "It's a magical necklace. It grants wishes, so use it to get some sleep or something, okay? I'll tell you a better story tomorrow."
Crowley felt like stomping off without taking the stupid thing, but it was something and he didn't want to ruin the chance to hear another Sadi story that wouldn't be scary, so he snatched it and muttered a thank you that he did not mean. "Night," he muttered, prowling from the room and towards the one at the end of the hall that he used when he was here. It was brighter than Sadi's, less elaborate, all in browns and greens like his room at home. He pulled off his shirt, the golden thing still in one hand, and fell onto the bed. Since he wasn't back on Nur, he could sleep in his pants if he wanted, no pajamas required. So with that extra time, he looked at the necklace she'd given him.
It was golden, a tiny phial with - he noted with a shudder - a spiraling lace pattern about it. Inside there was a rust-colored dust and a tiny ruby. Did this thing really grant wishes? No harm in trying, he figured, but it would be a waste to use it on sleep. You know, since he'd fall asleep eventually anyway. He paused, and thought about it. The girl in the story had been so lonely she had gone mad; similarly, he knew just two people outside his family, and though he was never lonely, it made school something of an exercise in isolation. When Fish wasn't around- which was not often, he would grant -he was all alone. Back at home, Antanasia spent all her time in the lab; teabots couldn't talk, and could be downright dangerous if they had lasers in them. It would be nice to not worry about that anymore. And if this really did grant wishes...
"I wish I weren't so alone," he said to the phial. "Maybe a sister or something, who could live with me and Antan, you know?" He set it on the bedside table with a soft click, then slid under the heavy green coverlet.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 10:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 10:31 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 10:43 pm
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