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witchofthechalk) wrote2011-07-24 12:19 am
witchofthechalk) wrote2011-07-24 12:19 am
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Post Thirty Three: Sorting Things Out
[Tiffany is tired. No, worse. She's not tired, at least not properly tired. Properly tired was spending two days on your feet without sleep. It was helping a new mother give birth to twins. It was when you spent your time on something that made the sheer exhaustion feel like an accomplishment rather then a weakness. No she wasn't tired. Not really.
But she was worried. And she dreams of eyeless things, angry music and gingerbread houses in the woods. And she decides since she's a witch she's going to have to do something about all this. Or a few things.
A. Housemates: Tiffany is sitting on the living room floor while she goes through the small wooden box of her small things from home.
B. Tiffany is walking down the street with a broomstick floating in the air behind her. She's holding onto it by a string as she walks along.
C. Susan, people at Susan's house. There is a witch knocking on the door.
But she was worried. And she dreams of eyeless things, angry music and gingerbread houses in the woods. And she decides since she's a witch she's going to have to do something about all this. Or a few things.
A. Housemates: Tiffany is sitting on the living room floor while she goes through the small wooden box of her small things from home.
B. Tiffany is walking down the street with a broomstick floating in the air behind her. She's holding onto it by a string as she walks along.
C. Susan, people at Susan's house. There is a witch knocking on the door.
D. There is a girl and a broom on a hill. While that might be a little odd, the strange thing is that she's flying. Rather low to the ground but still flying. It helps her think.
ooc: Tiffany is now able to hear spill words.]
ooc: Tiffany is now able to hear spill words.]
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[Susan replies mildly. She's in a rare position of giving advice on matters she knows very little about, so she's not going to press the sarcasm here. Nor is she going to pretend for much longer that she's any sort of expert.]
I'll confess I only know the customs of witches inasmuch as you've told me... but your irritation is well-deserved. What the witches of our world have worked against for years... Well, simply by virtue of having the same title, these witches smash it to little bits, stomp all over it, and then cast a hex on it while waving their wands about.
It'd be a bit like me meeting a Death actually as grim as the Grim Reaper is thought to be.
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[Speaking of that, she supposes a grim Death would be strangely horrifying for Susan.]
..Yes, it's a lot like that. Witches are supposed to act a certain way because in a sense what one does, affects how people see all of us.
[She sighs and rubs her head.]
And they manage to destroy all of that.
And I can't take them seriously. Magic rooms, magic coins, shooting fireballs? ...that's not being a witch.
But if I keep thinking this way I'm going to start to think I'm better then them and next thing you know I'll be trying to build a gingerbread house in the park or something.
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Perhaps consider it this way.
In that your concern has largely to do with the conception of witches in the minds of others, you can rely on the fact that we're all thoroughly acquainted with the concept of alternate realities by now. As I understand, the witches that most people seem to be familiar with are the 'larger on the inside than the outside' type. It'll be up to you to show what witchery really means on the Disc.
Not a better witchcraft, mind. Just a different one.
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[She listens to what Susan is saying though.]
That's the part I need to remember. The different worlds have different witches bit.
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[Susan finishes the last of her tea.]
Now, then. Use that headology of yours and see if you can't convince people that fireballs and expanding rooms don't solve nearly as many problems as a good dose of less than common sense.
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[Susan sounds as uncertain of punching and kicking as she does of fireballs, however.]
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....Maybe I should bring my frying pan.
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[She's used them a few times.]
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I don't want more people starting another riot thinking it would do something.
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In short, yes, but it took more effort.
And then they decided to punish us. And started murdering people. The people didn't appear the next day and they started to tell us that some of us had been replaced by monsters who were killing us. They gave us names of course. A new list to go with the killings every day.
And as more and more people were killed overnight, people started to turn on each other. Especially if your name was on the lists more then once.
Sorry for late! I was on a plane heading home. Feel free to ignore.
What a silly thing to be upset about. I thought these same people were lining up to request Grandfather's services for a shiny trinket or a few more superpowers a month ago.
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In the end the town had a good laugh at us. Some tv show of some sort played and told us how horrible we were. That sort of thing.
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It's just a shame that he has such a terrible sense of humour. Though I suppose you don't run across many kidnappers who would get amusement out of being nice to people.
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