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Monday, 2 October 2017

Macca Juk Me: part 2

(Door closes)

That’s better. I know that bunch. Them Fae types would love to stick it to me, even if it’s only verbal BS.
NOT gonna give them the pleasure.
- Ogre

Right. Well. I’ll make my report brief and succinct.
The Seanean...
- Arrow

The SEANAN! Ha! That bitch is nothing but a two bit whore dressed up in Faere Glamour. They’re all the same, them ones that is sniffing ‘round the Aeri’s ass, looking to make something of themselves by sucking up to the Queen B! Think they, anyone of them, give a sheite about me and mine?!
- O

K. So. No report? We’re gonna do this instead?
- A

Do wot?
- O

*sigh*
Really?

K. Well... They could have turned you and the Beauty away when you came seeking asylum.
- A

Turned us away? Ha! Not freaking likely. You think they would have contradicted the High and Mighty ‘Lord of Sanctuary’s’ own edicts? What drivel! Not a chance they would have said no. I knew it. That’s why I came here!
Lord of Sanctuary. Ha!
You know the phrase, Bowyer, ‘the Lord helps those who helps themselves’? Well I’ve been helping myself for sooo long I know there is no Lord but me. It’s all been me!
Where was HE when the Georges was decimated? When my love was turned from me by that proselytizing demon claiming to know God, hoodwinking her and denying me my place as Husband? Where was HE when the sea took the bitch and would not give her back? When I was left with a wee babe and Hells Hounds after me?  No where! HE was not to be found. It was ME! Me who found the lei’s and road them. Me who skimmed the edges of the worlds and found the rift that would  bring me to Faelan. Knew their laws enough to make them give my wee babe and I Sanctuary. No Miss Longbow. I helped myself. On my own...

I know what all gets said behind my back...
Don’t care.
When you have lived as long as I have and seen the things that I’ve seen you just do what needs doing and damn the rest.
So, tell me. What is the Seeeeenan gonna offer me that would justify breaking your contract with me? Sending you off into the wilds with your hand picked chosen for that throw away changeling? Hmmmm? I know that’s what your little groupies represent. So what little treat does she have in store, guaranteed to piss me off...
- O

You know, I could address any number of points in that rant, Erick of the Georges, not the least of which is the fact that you made it here says more about the Almighty than it does about you, but I’d be wasting my breath and I know it. And no. You are not going to like what she has in store. IIIiii don’t like what she has planned. Beauty has been a sister to me for many long years now and you know less of me than you do of the Fae who let you in so don’t talk to me about changelings and contracts. I know my duties, and better than you couldn’t sway me from them. There is a long game that not you, or even they, see. So don’t think I like any of this, but my going is necessary.
No.
No comment.

Good.

Now. Asher Terradantin is leading a cadre of recruits who are assigned to protect Beauty. More than that Imnah can not do at Samhain. Your only advantage is their advancement depends entirely on how well they discharge their duties here. And they are keen to be in their leaders good graces. Even Terradantin I’d wager will come around.
And don’t think you can hoodwink the Fae by talking smack about them. This you know. The Fae will know. Long eyes they have and there are those set to watch.
- A

That snievlling, cry home to momma, painty waist, snot nosed little shit is leading something?! The arrogant little prick couldn’t find his way out of my front door, never mind LEAD anything! That one will bring more grief down on my house that I do Not NEED! That Biiitch! Thinks she’s gonna saddle me with that little sheite?! NOT GONNA HAPPEN!! She can take her trifling offer and shove it up her arse!
- O

*sigh*
Erick. That Hedge is yours. The Ghosts that Walk are of YOUR making. Though I know it was not your intent these are still the result of the poison you have woven into the Bramble and Briar. You can not stop the evil that has sprung from your own mind. As evil does, it comes home to roost. You have kept Beauty alone and penned in by it all. You have stifled who she is, what she is. You do not even see how much of what I say is true...
- A

You know NOTHING! U can just stop with ur psychobabaling bull sheite. That Hedge is for her protection! I can’t help that the unscrupulous come for her! Or what they become because they skewer themselves on the only protection she has! What have the Fae done to protect her? Nothing! Well, you. They gave me you. But what good have you been? Those Walkers keep on coming. You are no help!  How have you ever filled your part of the contract, hmmm?!!
- O

Ha! A so u think?!
Well, Erick of the Georges. When I am gone, send Asher Terradantin and his crew back to the Seanan and tell her what she can do with them. You think my power is nothing? Go ahead then and see for yourself what has left with me that helps protect this place. 100 years I have resided here. You, Mr Ungrateful, have no idea what you’ve got till it’s gone.

And tell me again how much you want to protect Beauty?
- A

Grrrrrrrr.....
I like NONE of this! You push an old man into a corner with your threats! I know enough to know you are old world, that those upstarts in Ulaidh have no idea. So don’t lecture me on what I’ve got. THEY don’t know what they’ve got!
- O

Oh they know. Lol... At least the ones that matter do. The rest just guess and are scared shitless, blocking me whenever they can. They thought they were getting rid of an annoyance when then sent me to you. They have no idea. Nor did you when I took in young Accolon, and you still lack understanding.  He was safest here with Beauty. Not anymore, and Beauty’s safety is tied to his. So wish me well on this journey, Old Man. Evil is out there equal to the good and not all ends are known. Only the possibilities.
- A

Humph! You keep telling yourself this tripe long enough and sooner or later you’re bound to believe it.
- O

Whatever, Old Man. Can you say transference?!
No, don’t respond.
We will be gone once Terradantin arrives. Be prepared.
Personally, I’d say take his help, whatever grief you think it might bring...
- A






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