<div dir="ltr"><br><div class="gmail_quote">---------- Forwarded message ----------<br>From: <b class="gmail_sendername">Jack Moore</b> <span dir="ltr"><<a href="mailto:jackthefrilledlizard@gmail.com">jackthefrilledlizard@gmail.com</a>></span><br>Date: Sun, Mar 12, 2017 at 11:52 PM<br>Subject: Life As We Know It XXVI<br>To: <a href="mailto:mkguild@lists.integral.org">mkguild@lists.integral.org</a><br><br><br><div dir="ltr">AN: Remmie is based on a woman I met once at Church. Being a disrespectful little shit I was yapping away, when she turned to me and said "Show some goddamn respect for the fucking Lord!". I got nothing to ad to that.<div><br></div><div>Life As We Know It - XXVI</div><div><br></div><div><div>Fourteen Hours Remaining</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>“I always wanted to be a spy you know.” Sebastian said. His glassy eyes tried and failed to focus on Remmie. “I always knew I would be a good spy, you know? No one ever ever noticed me even when I was trying to be noticed you know?”</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>“I think I got it.” Remmie said. The only thing she had touched all night was water, as opposed to the third mazer Sebastian was finishing off. The Linsang’s ears were stuck ina permanent droop and he looked like he was about to slide onto the floor.</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>“You know, I have yet to see you drink.” Sebastian said. “Do you like ale? Or wine or something else?” Remmie smiled.</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>“On the farm it helps to be sober. If you’re not you break your...well you name a bone. So I never really got into drinking. Besides I’ve dragged enough drunk naked Keepers to the tank I don’t want to join them.”</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>“Right right right.” Sebastian said. “That’s right. It’s right.”</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>“Is it right?” Remmie asked. The Deaf Tent was smokey, warm and half hidden in shadows. Remmie could hear poolballs in the distance. She wanted to try breaking her ball swallowing record but that wasn’t allowed. </div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>'I coughed all four balls up eventually!' Remmie shook her head. 'My throat expands, just because the others can’t swallow a que ball doesn’t mean I can’t.'</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>“Kay kay I told you why I wanna be a spy.” Sebastian said, poking a finger in her face. “Why did you join the Watch? I mean, you want to be a warden?” Remmie shrugged.</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>“Always wanted an adventure and you don’t get that with turnips. Came to Metamor to get cursed-</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>“You wanted to be cursed?” Sebastian asked. “Thasss that’s fucking fucked up!” He laughed and leaned back into his chair. EXcept he didn’t have a chair, he had a stool.</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>Crash! Remmie sipped her water as two legs thumped down on top of the table. A hand wearily raised off the ground. “I am okay! I am totally okay!”</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>“You are totally drunk fuzzbutt.” Remmie said. She grabbed the poor confused Linsang and helped him back onto his stool. “That’s okay, I like drunk guys.” Sebastian’s tail raised and his fur began to tremble.</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>“I juss don’t get it, why do you wanna be cursed?” Sebastian asked. “That-that is is so weird you know?” Remmie shrugged.</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>“I wanted an adventure and Metmor seemed exciting.” Remmie. “And you know what? I liked being blue more than hoeing fields. Plus I can do this!” Remmie grabbed the loose scales under her throat with both hands. She then pulled, expanding them by several inches. Sebastian gave a slow clap.</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>“I wish I could do that.” Sebastian said. “All I can do is the spy grunt work. I bet Andwyn was never a grunt.”</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>“I doubt he started by being put in charge of a spy ring.” Remmie said. “It is kind of fucked up we know the head of Metamor intelligence by name. You’d think they’d want that to be a secret, like the Long Scouts!”</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>“I guess, I dunno.” Sebastian said. “I just...I wanan be a real spy you know! Like going to foreign lands to spy on them! And stab up their kings!”</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>“That’s a noble profession.” Remmie said. “Ya know how I became a Warden?” Sebastian shook his head. “They were short on people and offered a steady wage and food. Never did get any free food, but it’s been exciting. Totally worth it!”</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>“I bet.” Sebastian said. “I like you a lot more than the other one. The other Blue one. She’s got a stick up her ass.” Remmie flicked the Linsand across the nose. “Hey! What the hell?”</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>“Janie may have a stick up her ass but she’s my friend! Don’t insult my friends, my job or Eli or else you get a smacking.” Sebastian nodded slowly, beginning to sway side to side.</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>“I’d have never picked you for a religious person.” Sebastian said. “Or a-a lady who’s proud of what she does.” Remmie smirked.</div><div><span class="m_494151701711343545gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></div><div>“Man, I am full of surprises.” She said. Sebastian finished off his mazer. He tried to stand, but Remmie pulled him back down. “What do you say the two of us get out of here?” She grinned at him.</div></div></div>
</div><br></div>