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kh_drabble2006-06-25 10:10 pm
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Sayin' hi and a drabble
Hello. I was informed that I had to post this drabble to this challange on pain of horribly off key sitar music, so I join, I submit...and I my inner Demyx feels kind of oblicated to add "please don't hurt me" to that. And I think that covers it.
Challenge: [067] Irony (submission one)
Title: Delusions
Word Count: 500
Warnings: Spoilers for the beginning of KHII. Nose cola; don't drink and read. Direct reaction to friends discussion "fourteenth orginization member Mary Sue" fics.
The Dusks gather in the shadows, waiting.
As they wait, they chatter, their non-existent voices making the pause in the wind and the silence after leaves fall.
We’re waiting. What for? We will know. Why? Because we are. What are we? We are nothing. We are nobody. Nothing nobody, nothing nobody, us. We have no selves. We have no identity but waiting.
I have an identity.
The Dusks spin in a slow swirl of moon mist. Who said that? Who?
I did. One Dusk breaks from the group.
You have no self. You are nobody.
You’re wrong. I have a self.
Then who are you? What are you? The others skitter and laugh. You are nobody.
I am the fourteenth member.
Fourteenth? Dusks can’t think very deeply, but there are certain things even Dusks know. There are only thirteen members. Only thirteen. You are nobody.
I am the fourteenth. I am. I am.
***
The Dusks fill the room, bobbing and bowing and scraping before the Superior, their silences agitated.
He raises an eyebrow. “Yes?”
They can tell he’s displeased by the disturbance. They are nothing to him, nothing and nobody and who can tell what he’ll do? Still, they are loyal to him. Somehow they know they must tell him. How many members are there?
“There are thirteen. Can’t you things even count?” He turns back to his paper, ignoring them.
We can! We knew the other lied.
The pen stops. He looks up. “The other? Which other?”
The Dusks dance and bob. The one who claims to be the fourteenth! The one who claims a self! We knew!
“The fourteenth?” He pauses, then stands, setting the pen down. “Show me.”
***
“This one?” He looks down on the solitary Dusk.
Yes! This one! This one who is nobody and claims to have a self!
“And you,” his lips turn up at the corners, “claim to be the fourteenth member?”
The Dusk bobs and spins. Yes! Yes, that is my self! I have a self!
His lips curl further and he leans a little toward the Dusk. “And do you have a name?”
What is a self without a name? I have a name!
You lie!
I have a name! I am Ramyx!
“Ramyx. Indeed. It seems you’ve been paying attention.” He straightens. “Well then, Ramyx, pay close attention. I have a lesson for you and all the others.”
Oh? The Dusk pauses.
Oh? The rest of the Dusks pause.
The shadows are split by streaks of red and the Dusk who would be Ramyx is gone.
He looks around him, still smiling. “You are nobodies. You are pathetic, little nobodies with no will. You have no hearts. You have no minds. You therefore should not be having delusions of grandeur. Do you understand?”
We understand! The Dusks swirl and dance around him.
“Good. Now wait until one of us actually calls you.” He turns and leaves, going back to his report.
The Dusks gather in the shadows, waiting.
Challenge: [067] Irony (submission one)
Title: Delusions
Word Count: 500
Warnings: Spoilers for the beginning of KHII. Nose cola; don't drink and read. Direct reaction to friends discussion "fourteenth orginization member Mary Sue" fics.
The Dusks gather in the shadows, waiting.
As they wait, they chatter, their non-existent voices making the pause in the wind and the silence after leaves fall.
We’re waiting. What for? We will know. Why? Because we are. What are we? We are nothing. We are nobody. Nothing nobody, nothing nobody, us. We have no selves. We have no identity but waiting.
I have an identity.
The Dusks spin in a slow swirl of moon mist. Who said that? Who?
I did. One Dusk breaks from the group.
You have no self. You are nobody.
You’re wrong. I have a self.
Then who are you? What are you? The others skitter and laugh. You are nobody.
I am the fourteenth member.
Fourteenth? Dusks can’t think very deeply, but there are certain things even Dusks know. There are only thirteen members. Only thirteen. You are nobody.
I am the fourteenth. I am. I am.
***
The Dusks fill the room, bobbing and bowing and scraping before the Superior, their silences agitated.
He raises an eyebrow. “Yes?”
They can tell he’s displeased by the disturbance. They are nothing to him, nothing and nobody and who can tell what he’ll do? Still, they are loyal to him. Somehow they know they must tell him. How many members are there?
“There are thirteen. Can’t you things even count?” He turns back to his paper, ignoring them.
We can! We knew the other lied.
The pen stops. He looks up. “The other? Which other?”
The Dusks dance and bob. The one who claims to be the fourteenth! The one who claims a self! We knew!
“The fourteenth?” He pauses, then stands, setting the pen down. “Show me.”
***
“This one?” He looks down on the solitary Dusk.
Yes! This one! This one who is nobody and claims to have a self!
“And you,” his lips turn up at the corners, “claim to be the fourteenth member?”
The Dusk bobs and spins. Yes! Yes, that is my self! I have a self!
His lips curl further and he leans a little toward the Dusk. “And do you have a name?”
What is a self without a name? I have a name!
You lie!
I have a name! I am Ramyx!
“Ramyx. Indeed. It seems you’ve been paying attention.” He straightens. “Well then, Ramyx, pay close attention. I have a lesson for you and all the others.”
Oh? The Dusk pauses.
Oh? The rest of the Dusks pause.
The shadows are split by streaks of red and the Dusk who would be Ramyx is gone.
He looks around him, still smiling. “You are nobodies. You are pathetic, little nobodies with no will. You have no hearts. You have no minds. You therefore should not be having delusions of grandeur. Do you understand?”
We understand! The Dusks swirl and dance around him.
“Good. Now wait until one of us actually calls you.” He turns and leaves, going back to his report.
The Dusks gather in the shadows, waiting.
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Very nice.
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Thank you! =)
Excellent! I love spawning bunnies! Just make sure I get to read the result. *insert evil cackle here*
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Thank you!
Oh thank goodness! *laugh* I wasn't sure about that when I was writing it. Glad to know it's effective!
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