"Pretty much figure that if people choose whatever the Tower wants, we're fucked," Notice'e's nearly done'is beer. Signal fer another round. "I think the blue city is what Excolo could be with the help of my goddess, Nanshe, she wants this to be a peaceful place. Good crops, safety for the vulnerable, all that. Nothing fancy. Just good, you know? I hope we can figure out how to get it."
Ah, so tha's who'e's servin'. Seems t'me if'n she wuz really allat nice she'd let'er priests have sex, but whatever. "An' wha's she want in return?" I ask, payin' Bessie when she brings th'beers 'round. "No 'ffense, Preacher-man, but from what've seen gods always want somethin' in 'schange ferall th'sweetness 'n light 'n harps 'n clouds 'n tra la la la."
Likes m'li'l fly trick, though. Easy, really....bugs ain't hard t'control. Ain't like'ey got much in th'way'a minds. Y'tell'em "food's here" an'ey come. "Buggeration, that's quite something," I say. "And also, may I add, pretty bloody gross. Did you conjure them, or summon them?"
"Summon," I says. "Don't b'lieve nobody't says'ey c'n create life, less'n's yer goddess. Really ain't fuckin' poss'ble, 'least not've seen. 'at spontan'ous gen'ration shit's jest 'at." Coulda called jes' 'bout anythin'...meat made flies easiest...if'n'd had somethin' sweet coulda been ants 'r bees 'r butterflies...
"Yeah. Figured that much myself. Had a couple of visions, but they didn't make much sense. Will have to try fasting again soon." Loon onnis face makes me laugh. Looks like'a puppy's dinner's bein' held outta reach.
"Really need t'fast, y'think?" I says, takin'a sip'a beer. "Most times th'right comb'nation'a herbs'n shit'll do fer me...whatcha use?"
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Date: 2009-05-14 11:29 pm (UTC)Ah, so tha's who'e's servin'. Seems t'me if'n she wuz really allat nice she'd let'er priests have sex, but whatever. "An' wha's she want in return?" I ask, payin' Bessie when she brings th'beers 'round. "No 'ffense, Preacher-man, but from what've seen gods always want somethin' in 'schange ferall th'sweetness 'n light 'n harps 'n clouds 'n tra la la la."
Likes m'li'l fly trick, though. Easy, really....bugs ain't hard t'control. Ain't like'ey got much in th'way'a minds. Y'tell'em "food's here" an'ey come. "Buggeration, that's quite something," I say. "And also, may I add, pretty bloody gross. Did you conjure them, or summon them?"
"Summon," I says. "Don't b'lieve nobody't says'ey c'n create life, less'n's yer goddess. Really ain't fuckin' poss'ble, 'least not've seen. 'at spontan'ous gen'ration shit's jest 'at." Coulda called jes' 'bout anythin'...meat made flies easiest...if'n'd had somethin' sweet coulda been ants 'r bees 'r butterflies...
"Yeah. Figured that much myself. Had a couple of visions, but they didn't make much sense. Will have to try fasting again soon." Loon onnis face makes me laugh. Looks like'a puppy's dinner's bein' held outta reach.
"Really need t'fast, y'think?" I says, takin'a sip'a beer. "Most times th'right comb'nation'a herbs'n shit'll do fer me...whatcha use?"