doublexxcross does late supershort fills: an adventure
Jan 26, 2016 11:59:27 GMT
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Post by doublexxcross on Jan 26, 2016 11:59:27 GMT
So, unsatisfied with my own submission to the last Super Short competition, I decided to go back and tackle older prompts, and then tackle #7 again with a different concept.
These were written during my short and infrequent bursts sitting in the small computer room at work (it's kind of like an equipped cupboard, or something). I was going to begin posting only when I'd done every prompt, but I've had low attendance here, recently, so I thought this might fix it.
[prompt: #1 - hope]
[summary: i'm out for blood, not olives.]
[characters: kaito, hakuba]
[words: 813]
“Did you know that doves are a symbol of hope?”
That’s the line with which he is greeted when he reaches the gallery room, only to find the familiar white figure standing there. Guards lie at his feet, incapacitated by the gas whose scent Hakuba can still detect in the air (luckily, he had slipped on his gas mask before the night’s festivities had even begun - after checking it for any signs of sabotage, of course). Tonight’s prize, the Hope of Tomorrow pearl necklace, a humble bounty compared to his other targets, is in his gloved hand.
“I’m not in the mood for your riddles tonight, KID,” Hakuba replies.
“Oh, it’s no riddle. Just a simple conversation starter,” KID chats casually. Hakuba rushes forward, but there is a click, and KID’s card gun is pointed far too directly at his face to make the planned approach possible.
Not that KID will shoot, though. Because KID doesn’t like leaving lasting damage if he can help it, and Hakuba’s well aware the card gun could probably blind him if shot carefully.
He’s clearly stalling for time. And unlike the last few heists, Hakuba can’t quite tell why - there’s no hostage situation, no competition between thieves, of which he’s aware. KID is alone, on a regular heist - or so it seems - and for some reason selecting to open up in this enclosed space rather than run.
He’s almost willing to give KID the benefit of the doubt on this one.
“Indeed, as opposed to pigeons in general, the white dove-” picking his words to specify “-is singled out as a symbol of many things. Peace; courage; love, and sex too-” The smile on his face is unusually winsome. Hakuba is not sure what to make of it. “But, there is a more important, and famous, role for the dove, is there not?”
“Are you referring to the story of Noah, perchance?” asks Hakuba, and that smile on KID’s shadowed face turns interesting in a different way.
“A long, long time ago, back before the current era, a great flood swallowed the earth to the will of God. God’s intent was to bring the world back to the beginning, and to a period of new youth. Noah was privy to this plan, and so constructed an Ark that would allow him and his family to survive the rising waters.”
Hakuba nods. “Then he brought aboard two of every animal that God requested, and when the waters came they wiped out the rest of the planet in a mass extinction event. Yes, I’m aware.”
“Forty days and forty nights of rain drowned the planet in an endless ocean. After this, the Ark came to rest at the top of a mountain. From here, Noah sent two birds to find land. One of these birds was a dove, who returned with the olive branch. And this was how Noah knew the land had become hospitable once more.”
Hakuba frowns. ‘Forty days and forty nights’ is the way the time is expressed in English, whereas in the New Interconfessional version it is only ‘forty days’. Four and four are eight - eight years being the length of time for which KID had made zero appearances... “Don’t tell me that this is the reason for which you steal, thief - bringing back olive branches to a master. I’d be disappointed if it turned out that you were just a lackey.”
“No, no.” KID laughs, and while the tone is outwardly jovial there’s a hint of a sting. “In the completely hypothetical circumstance where I have an ego, wouldn’t I place myself in the seat of Noah?”
“Ah, yes, of course. How silly of me. In the completely hypothetical circumstance where you have an ego, you probably would make yourself the hero of the story.” Hakuba gestures.
“I would consider myself the other bird that Noah sends,” KID continues. “Before he sent the dove that retrieved the olive branch, Noah sent a raven. It flew free, released from the cage in which it was trapped, and never returned to that shelter of four and four.”
The tens are missing. KID is not only telling him something, he’s clarified an earlier clue to guarantee that he is understood. This is about the reason. Hakuba purses his lips. “So then, is there another thief?”
In the break between his question and KID’s answer, the faintest noise can be heard on the floor below. Backup is coming, alerted by a text discreetly sent from Hakuba’s pocket. Though KID clearly doesn’t mind, since the timing is quite well.
KID smiles. “Oh, bocchama, you’re always this naive. Remember that in the story the black disappears and the white searches.”
KID vanishes, and Hakuba is left to furrow his brow.
The white searches. White and search.
Hakuba Saguru.
Did KID just…?
And if that’s the case, did he also just…?
...
These were written during my short and infrequent bursts sitting in the small computer room at work (it's kind of like an equipped cupboard, or something). I was going to begin posting only when I'd done every prompt, but I've had low attendance here, recently, so I thought this might fix it.
[prompt: #1 - hope]
[summary: i'm out for blood, not olives.]
[characters: kaito, hakuba]
[words: 813]
“Did you know that doves are a symbol of hope?”
That’s the line with which he is greeted when he reaches the gallery room, only to find the familiar white figure standing there. Guards lie at his feet, incapacitated by the gas whose scent Hakuba can still detect in the air (luckily, he had slipped on his gas mask before the night’s festivities had even begun - after checking it for any signs of sabotage, of course). Tonight’s prize, the Hope of Tomorrow pearl necklace, a humble bounty compared to his other targets, is in his gloved hand.
“I’m not in the mood for your riddles tonight, KID,” Hakuba replies.
“Oh, it’s no riddle. Just a simple conversation starter,” KID chats casually. Hakuba rushes forward, but there is a click, and KID’s card gun is pointed far too directly at his face to make the planned approach possible.
Not that KID will shoot, though. Because KID doesn’t like leaving lasting damage if he can help it, and Hakuba’s well aware the card gun could probably blind him if shot carefully.
He’s clearly stalling for time. And unlike the last few heists, Hakuba can’t quite tell why - there’s no hostage situation, no competition between thieves, of which he’s aware. KID is alone, on a regular heist - or so it seems - and for some reason selecting to open up in this enclosed space rather than run.
He’s almost willing to give KID the benefit of the doubt on this one.
“Indeed, as opposed to pigeons in general, the white dove-” picking his words to specify “-is singled out as a symbol of many things. Peace; courage; love, and sex too-” The smile on his face is unusually winsome. Hakuba is not sure what to make of it. “But, there is a more important, and famous, role for the dove, is there not?”
“Are you referring to the story of Noah, perchance?” asks Hakuba, and that smile on KID’s shadowed face turns interesting in a different way.
“A long, long time ago, back before the current era, a great flood swallowed the earth to the will of God. God’s intent was to bring the world back to the beginning, and to a period of new youth. Noah was privy to this plan, and so constructed an Ark that would allow him and his family to survive the rising waters.”
Hakuba nods. “Then he brought aboard two of every animal that God requested, and when the waters came they wiped out the rest of the planet in a mass extinction event. Yes, I’m aware.”
“Forty days and forty nights of rain drowned the planet in an endless ocean. After this, the Ark came to rest at the top of a mountain. From here, Noah sent two birds to find land. One of these birds was a dove, who returned with the olive branch. And this was how Noah knew the land had become hospitable once more.”
Hakuba frowns. ‘Forty days and forty nights’ is the way the time is expressed in English, whereas in the New Interconfessional version it is only ‘forty days’. Four and four are eight - eight years being the length of time for which KID had made zero appearances... “Don’t tell me that this is the reason for which you steal, thief - bringing back olive branches to a master. I’d be disappointed if it turned out that you were just a lackey.”
“No, no.” KID laughs, and while the tone is outwardly jovial there’s a hint of a sting. “In the completely hypothetical circumstance where I have an ego, wouldn’t I place myself in the seat of Noah?”
“Ah, yes, of course. How silly of me. In the completely hypothetical circumstance where you have an ego, you probably would make yourself the hero of the story.” Hakuba gestures.
“I would consider myself the other bird that Noah sends,” KID continues. “Before he sent the dove that retrieved the olive branch, Noah sent a raven. It flew free, released from the cage in which it was trapped, and never returned to that shelter of four and four.”
The tens are missing. KID is not only telling him something, he’s clarified an earlier clue to guarantee that he is understood. This is about the reason. Hakuba purses his lips. “So then, is there another thief?”
In the break between his question and KID’s answer, the faintest noise can be heard on the floor below. Backup is coming, alerted by a text discreetly sent from Hakuba’s pocket. Though KID clearly doesn’t mind, since the timing is quite well.
KID smiles. “Oh, bocchama, you’re always this naive. Remember that in the story the black disappears and the white searches.”
KID vanishes, and Hakuba is left to furrow his brow.
The white searches. White and search.
Hakuba Saguru.
Did KID just…?
And if that’s the case, did he also just…?
...