A poetic journey through my mind

“Distraction is distracting” or “The Case of the misnumbered Chapter!” (aka “50 + 2 = ? ;p”)

You know I’m teasing you with the title, bestest Twin-o-mine, right?  I apologize in advance for any what-the-hecks that have wiggled their way into the story, but let us simply state that strong pain medications added to pills with a strong sedative affect make for an (I hope) interestingly “woogie” writer.  Okies…so.  Most of you know this, but for those of you left behind, I’ve been playing in someone elses playground for a while, writing one chapter of a story, doing whatever I want with the story and plot, and handing it on to the next player…lucky them.  >.<

At this time we are considerably up-and-down with the whole thing.  Up, when it comes to words…approx. 700-1000 word chapters, 53 of them, equals quite a lot of words.  Down, when it comes to writers.  Of the original fantastically wonderful writers, only the originator, TRG (aka Boss, aka The Reclining Gentleman) is left.  Joanne Best and I were relatively late-comers to the dark corners of the playground, but it’s been a lot of fun.  (Can’t speak for Joanne (loveya, twin!) but I think she’s had fun too.)  We miss all the original architects, who I am far too lazy to list (and afraid that in my woogie tangent I’ll miss one, and then I’ll cry) so I’ll just have to send you over to the Homepage of this weirdness called the Fiction Relay (cause we can’t title it till we see how it comes out, sillies!) to see for yourselves.  (I recommend it…and then check out their pages, cause you won’t be dissappointed…their greatness is sorely missed)  That all taken care of, let the curtains part (can’t tell that I’ve been reading Tommy and Tuppence novels, can’ya?) and gaze upon the glory of this, our Chapter 53! (for reals, this time)

 

Unfortunately for Jose/Elijah, no matter how careful the ninja, gravel under sneakers makes a distinctive sound…so Blue and Spence were ready almost as quickly as he reached them; which was good, as so was Raj. With a whining snarl that echoed through the lonely dark, he abandoned the mystery of the box and jumped at the approaching form, snapping and pawing to get loose when Melissa grabbed him around the neck and held him tightly. Blue and Spencer wrestled Elijah to the ground and kept him there. By this time even the slower members of the team had become aware of the scene, and turned with various statements of dismay or anger in their voices.
Meagan, still acting as the clear center of the group, carefully closed Ephraims hand around the little (glowing, humming, throbbing) box, and winked to him, before turning to the trouble. “Hello, Elijah…or do you prefer Jose, now? I know -I- do…after all the trouble you caused us, and all the trouble you bring with you, why should we welcome you now? Why shouldn’t we just let Raj go, let him tear you to shreds, as he so obviously wants to?” She gestured, toward the snarling, snapping full-grown coyote…with his sons eyes.
“Raj? No…no! You’re just trying to trick me…just like these two, with the smell of the mountain! And you, changing places with her!” He gestured with his chin toward Melissa. “I’m on to you! I saw, in the mountain! I saw Her give THE CUP to you! She promised! She promised to pass it to US, not to you…” His voice trailed off as his head fell back, and his eyes closed. With a grin for Blue, Spencer lowered him, unconscious, to the gravel.
*Nice one, babe! Vulcan Neck Pinch for the win!* *Don’t call it that! You know I hate that…* *Yup* *Smug bastard…* *Yup*
With a quick glare at Spence, Blue sat back on her heels, looking up at the adults. “Sorry, Mom. He was talking too much…not getting us anywhere.” Her glance included the whole group, even Raj, who had calmed down as Melissa squatted beside him, still holding him. “I love you, but right now you’re…you -all- are…thinking like civilians. Like you still have all the time in the world for earth-shattering revelations, and clever power plays. You don’t. What you do have is a war to fight. A war that Sanderson…or whoever he is…has been fighting and training and planning for…for a very long time. And that’s where we need to meet him. A war on the level of Mountains, and Gods, and Spirits…we can’t win. But a war with people (alright, and coyotes) we can find a way to handle.”
She stopped, with a quick smile up at Spence as he moved to stand behind her, hand on her shoulder. “She’s right. Before you all panic and start spouting about Gods and Mountains and Epic Quests, think about this. Sanderson has been training an army. Thousands of young men and women, chosen for their strength and intelligence, and manipulated into almost fanatical loyalty…and that’s not even counting the outsiders, the witches, to maintain the Coyote forms…why? If he’s such an all-powerful Spirit, God, whatever…what use can he have for an army? Why spend all that time and effort, if he could just magic-it-up, as Blue would say?”
At first, watching Blue and Spencer shift from “grumpy-chick and her boyfriend” mode, into “calm and in charge soldier” mode, what Meagan mostly felt was sorrow. Sorrow for her little girl, who she had left so long ago. Sorrow for the boy, grown up so fast, and so lost. Sorrow for -all- the children lost to soldiers, and now thrown into a fight with elements they could -not- defeat. But as she listened, sorrow changed to anger. Anger born of fear, of anxiety and overwhelming concern for her loved ones. Anger shared, she realized, as she glanced around the members of -her- army. Her soldiers. “Yes, Sammy and Spencer are correct…in essence. The presence of the army, of the footsoldiers and commanders, however magical, cannot be ignored. However, neither should we turn and ignore…well…that!” All eyes turned toward Ephraim, as she gestured, and she heard a collective gasp.
Ephraim heard, but felt nothing but confused. Glancing down at the hand that held the glowing box, he blinked. In his hand, floating above the box,  was a tiny golden…or was it bronze?…cup, or goblet. Or maybe cauldron…or box? The object shifted restlessly on the top of his closed fist, the image or whatever it was moving to stay on top and rightside up at all times.
He slowly opened his fingers, palm up, and the image stayed, pulsing above the now quiescent box, rainbow shards splitting the night. His voice was soft and almost reverent as he spoke… “What…is that?”

 

An answer to which will hopefully be upcoming, as the now much the worse for wear baton is passed to the Boss of FR, TRG himself!  (At least I hope he’s himself..sometimes he’s not, and then sometimes he’s someone else entirely, and it all ends up in a dreadful tangle once the two of him get home.  So here’s hoping!)

Your Woogieness, signing off…

KC

6 responses

  1. i love the telepathic banter that goes on between blue and spencer. They soooo need their own film!
    great chapter KC, its great how the characters are still developing and learning as they get to know each other. And oooo The Cup! I’m looking forward to playing with that 🙂

    January 14, 2014 at 1:06 pm

  2. KC

    Thought you’d like that. So open ended. Little present for you to play with…say belated christmas. Can’t wait to see what you manage to do with it! *wg*

    And yeah, Blue and Spence make a great team. So far I’d have to say that out of all “my” characters, including WIP’s, they’re my favorite. So unlimited, without being all Deus Ex Machina and shit. >..< Just going along, pulling things out of corners, not even bothering to explain from where, anymore. *eg*

    I got a little bomb set up re Spencer-boy’s parentage, depending it don’t go boom in someone elses story before! >.<

    January 14, 2014 at 1:56 pm

  3. Ah my twinnie-twin-twin! You know I loves ya always and forever ❤
    Love what you wrote (duh, of course I love it, we're twin-bots), love Blue and Spence keeping it real, love Meghan's change of mood from sorrow to anger, go on with your bad self Megs, use that anger and let's bring down that bastard once and for all!!! (sooooo glad BossMan is up next because yeah, what IS that?????? Heeeee 😀
    Crazy box-holding magic gang's gonna kick ass 😛
    love you my twin-bot xox, whoo-hoo relay awesomeness! This is the first time I've smiled hard all day so mwah!!!!!! xox ❤

    January 14, 2014 at 4:14 pm

    • KC

      *pounce-lix* Gotcha! Seriously, sorry for the no-reply-limbo here, you know I try not to do that…just been a hell week around here, getting from rehab to home by myself…amazing how much -stuff- you can accumulate in a little over a month…yeesh. Then the no-pill days while the new ones are magically sprouted in whatever little garden they come from… >.<
      Anyway, what I'm trying to say is loveyamore, and sorry again, and yay that I could make you smile! *huggle-purrrs*

      January 19, 2014 at 2:07 am

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