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savetheearth2013-07-28 09:44 pm
happybirthdaytoyou) wrote in savetheearth2013-07-28 09:44 pm
Voice (via grasshopper candroid)
[There's a brief moment of silence before Eugene starts talking. He tells what follows in the same voice that he used to use to tell bedtime stories to his daughter.]
Once upon a time, about eight hundred years ago, in a foreign land in the Black Forest, there was a king named Owes who had a Desire-filled Soul. He wanted to become a god. He bade his alchemist to create life using medals and so they did, making colored medals in sets of ten. But the medals didn't come to life because they were complete in their sets. So the king took from every set of medals the tenth medal and the rest sprang to life, becoming the Greed: beings of living unquenchable desire.
The king then turned his alchemists into silver medals, cell medals, and from his Greed he took more of their colored core medals. The king had a magic belt and he used the belt and the medals he took from the greed to become all-powerful. With it he could fly. He could turn into water and back. He could duplicate himself manifold times. He could make the earth shake by stomping. He could glow brighter than the sun.
The Greed were unhappy at this theft. Together they vowed to take back their medals and the king's magic belt. And so they fought the king until finally they had him at their mercy. Or so they thought, for the Red Greed, the Bird Greed, had been the king's ally all along and he had led them into a trap. But the king himself had played the Red Bird false and so he took more and more of the medals, thirty medals strong, for he was determined to devour them and their power, a king become a god.
It was not to be. The power was too great for the king and he became a stone coffin full of medals, his magic belt the seal. And so it is there in that coffin that the Great King Owes and his Greed slumber eternally, dreaming their dreams of desire.
[Eugene is quiet for another moment.]
After the lighter bugs attacked our kitchen, I remembered that story. I feel like I heard it decades ago when I was a small boy, that the story itself is something very important to me, that it's a true story.
I don't think it's a story my parents ever told me.
I wanted to tell it to all of you before I forgot it.
[Another brief pause.] I'll be leaving for Japan the day after tomorrow. I found out a few days ago that my uncle--my mother's brother--was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. He's unmarried and childless. I volunteered to care for him until... until he doesn't need anyone to anymore. I've spent the last few days making preparations so that business doesn't suffer for my absence. You'll still get your birthday cakes. I left instructions for that and I'm sure Shiro will see it happens if nothing else.
I know once we leave Locke City we forget about the Secret Numbers Club. I will miss you all. I hope that you will still all be here when I come back.
[OOC: I'm having to drop, but I'm still going to be replying here and backtagging my old posts. I'd like to come back someday, though, when life is less hectic and I can handle a fast game again.]
Once upon a time, about eight hundred years ago, in a foreign land in the Black Forest, there was a king named Owes who had a Desire-filled Soul. He wanted to become a god. He bade his alchemist to create life using medals and so they did, making colored medals in sets of ten. But the medals didn't come to life because they were complete in their sets. So the king took from every set of medals the tenth medal and the rest sprang to life, becoming the Greed: beings of living unquenchable desire.
The king then turned his alchemists into silver medals, cell medals, and from his Greed he took more of their colored core medals. The king had a magic belt and he used the belt and the medals he took from the greed to become all-powerful. With it he could fly. He could turn into water and back. He could duplicate himself manifold times. He could make the earth shake by stomping. He could glow brighter than the sun.
The Greed were unhappy at this theft. Together they vowed to take back their medals and the king's magic belt. And so they fought the king until finally they had him at their mercy. Or so they thought, for the Red Greed, the Bird Greed, had been the king's ally all along and he had led them into a trap. But the king himself had played the Red Bird false and so he took more and more of the medals, thirty medals strong, for he was determined to devour them and their power, a king become a god.
It was not to be. The power was too great for the king and he became a stone coffin full of medals, his magic belt the seal. And so it is there in that coffin that the Great King Owes and his Greed slumber eternally, dreaming their dreams of desire.
[Eugene is quiet for another moment.]
After the lighter bugs attacked our kitchen, I remembered that story. I feel like I heard it decades ago when I was a small boy, that the story itself is something very important to me, that it's a true story.
I don't think it's a story my parents ever told me.
I wanted to tell it to all of you before I forgot it.
[Another brief pause.] I'll be leaving for Japan the day after tomorrow. I found out a few days ago that my uncle--my mother's brother--was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. He's unmarried and childless. I volunteered to care for him until... until he doesn't need anyone to anymore. I've spent the last few days making preparations so that business doesn't suffer for my absence. You'll still get your birthday cakes. I left instructions for that and I'm sure Shiro will see it happens if nothing else.
I know once we leave Locke City we forget about the Secret Numbers Club. I will miss you all. I hope that you will still all be here when I come back.
[OOC: I'm having to drop, but I'm still going to be replying here and backtagging my old posts. I'd like to come back someday, though, when life is less hectic and I can handle a fast game again.]
Voice
[But yeah, humor was much easier to focus on.] I bet you'll get a whole pile of people lining up to guard it. Who doesn't like cake? Heh.
Re: Voice
Voice
Not when you'd put it like that, no. Heh. Maybe cake and ice cream?
[Not a lot of humor in that 'heh'. But he's trying.]