Good and evil was not ever a true fight,
simply because there is only ever good.
Evil is never an equal opponent - not even close.
Materially evil is but a canker to be excised,
discard it from that it would make putrid
and give it no weight or undue measure.
Goat had followed. There was not one way of doing this, and unlike the comic books, evil could not be overcome by Puck using combat or attempting to match strength with simple sparring.
Puck had brought along with him some of the sea and saltwater, and the seaweed had soaked into the plush carpet. A few of the its beads exploded with the heat of the room and leaked further exuding a pungent smell.
To Alex’s wonderment the man that he had dreamt about was actually there now standing in the apartment, with a small goat hopping around beside him. He recognised him! What he did not know, and what he could not realise, is that Alex himself was Puck’s ticket into that room, into the vicinity of Romulus. It was he that had helped to make it happen, by the powers of association - one that went back in time to the beach of the diamond, to that inlet of Tindle, Dearth and Dingle, to now.
The goat did a hop and a jump and leapt forward onto the bed, landing into the middle of the piled sheets. He wiped his furry face into them, savouring the smell.
simply because there is only ever good.
Evil is never an equal opponent - not even close.
Materially evil is but a canker to be excised,
discard it from that it would make putrid
and give it no weight or undue measure.
Goat had followed. There was not one way of doing this, and unlike the comic books, evil could not be overcome by Puck using combat or attempting to match strength with simple sparring.
Puck had brought along with him some of the sea and saltwater, and the seaweed had soaked into the plush carpet. A few of the its beads exploded with the heat of the room and leaked further exuding a pungent smell.
To Alex’s wonderment the man that he had dreamt about was actually there now standing in the apartment, with a small goat hopping around beside him. He recognised him! What he did not know, and what he could not realise, is that Alex himself was Puck’s ticket into that room, into the vicinity of Romulus. It was he that had helped to make it happen, by the powers of association - one that went back in time to the beach of the diamond, to that inlet of Tindle, Dearth and Dingle, to now.
The goat did a hop and a jump and leapt forward onto the bed, landing into the middle of the piled sheets. He wiped his furry face into them, savouring the smell.
He then sprang onto the bed and left droppings upon the naked pillows; some more black beads littered the carpet - Romulus swiped at the small muscly creature with a stainless steel martini shaker. He missed. The goat simply urinated on it defiantly.
“You insult me you wretched farkin Pookhah” he hissed at Puck, who had said not a word since his arrival.
He was trying to recall if and when he had met the ‘great’ Romulus - this character was more than familiar. Alex, on the other hand, he knew well.
“I have your boats - it was I that pulled them from the water, and put them all into safety.” Puck said with a firm yet mocking tone.
“Piracy is an international crime” snarled Romulus, who awkwardly noted after saying this that Puck looked something like a medieval pirate, in the manner he was clothed.
“Piracy?” said Puck directly staring down the demon, “Piracy is stealing the blood from the innocent, and harvesting children, and containing their souls. Who now is the greater pirate?” He swore something in Elvish that was exceedingly disparaging, but untranslatable. Puck was in no mood to argue.
“What do you want for them?" an angry Romulus spat. He did not understand Puck’s curse, but caught its meaning well enough.
Meanwhile Mercedes unlocked the cupboard where the in-house phone was cradled, and pressed ‘0’ for housekeeping. It was the perfect time for her to escape when the the cleaners would leave … and with any luck Romulus would be too occupied to notice.
The lift bell pinged and out stepped four attendants with their trolleys and buckets, spray bottles and vacuum.
“I didn’t call for you” snapped Romulus blocking their entry and pressing the button to close the lift door.
“I did” Mercedes called and moving in front of him, “there’s water everywhere and it needs cleaning up before it stains the carpet - and it smells.” she added loudly. This bluff was her only chance.
“Very well” he consented, “and while you are at it call security will you?”
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
“You insult me you wretched farkin Pookhah” he hissed at Puck, who had said not a word since his arrival.
He was trying to recall if and when he had met the ‘great’ Romulus - this character was more than familiar. Alex, on the other hand, he knew well.
“I have your boats - it was I that pulled them from the water, and put them all into safety.” Puck said with a firm yet mocking tone.
“Piracy is an international crime” snarled Romulus, who awkwardly noted after saying this that Puck looked something like a medieval pirate, in the manner he was clothed.
“Piracy?” said Puck directly staring down the demon, “Piracy is stealing the blood from the innocent, and harvesting children, and containing their souls. Who now is the greater pirate?” He swore something in Elvish that was exceedingly disparaging, but untranslatable. Puck was in no mood to argue.
“What do you want for them?" an angry Romulus spat. He did not understand Puck’s curse, but caught its meaning well enough.
Meanwhile Mercedes unlocked the cupboard where the in-house phone was cradled, and pressed ‘0’ for housekeeping. It was the perfect time for her to escape when the the cleaners would leave … and with any luck Romulus would be too occupied to notice.
The lift bell pinged and out stepped four attendants with their trolleys and buckets, spray bottles and vacuum.
“I didn’t call for you” snapped Romulus blocking their entry and pressing the button to close the lift door.
“I did” Mercedes called and moving in front of him, “there’s water everywhere and it needs cleaning up before it stains the carpet - and it smells.” she added loudly. This bluff was her only chance.
“Very well” he consented, “and while you are at it call security will you?”
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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