34 - Cluck Cluck Cluck

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[ The feed snaps on to a very irritable Karl, sprawled out on a chaise by the pool, a book lying half-open in his lap. There's something of the cooked and crispy variety piled on the table near him. Several somethings. Apparently, Karl thought it simpler to roast the flock of talking chickens than to let them cluck away. ]

[ Glancing at the Device, he scowls, ]

For a limited time only. If you're in the mood for an extra-roasted meal, stop by here and pick it up. No strings. [ He even promises not to attack you. If you leave fast enough. ] Hopefully these feathered rats taste better than the advice they dole out.

[ On cue, a colorful rooster flutters to perch on the chaise. Tilting its head at Karl, it opines, ] Remember, mon ami, you can't court a woman like you’d go at a piece of steak. For many of the fairer sex, less is more. Teasing is pleasing. Light is rig--

[ Cut off by Karl thwacking the bird with his book, matter-of-fact and vicious. Expect the pile of chickens to grow significantly larger. ]

Comments

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She simply requires a push in the right direction. Molding, like any newly-hatched Queen does.

[ He wants her to peel off this pathetic timid shell. Be the Saya he recalls from Vietnam. The one who'll grant him his final reprieve. ]

[indecent_butterfly]

But push too hard and you break that which you want.

[At least his is closer than she was; some aren't so lucky.]

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[ A sly little smile. ]

She won't break too easily. She never has. And isn't it true that the finest steel must endure the hottest fire?

[indecent_butterfly]

The best blades are often quenched in blood.

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Give her time, and soon, she too will understand the joys of it.

[ It's what he's counting on. ]

[indecent_butterfly]

She might, doesn't mean she'll be kind enough to fulfill your expectations.

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Yet if I don't go through with it, I'll never know, will I?

[ The What Ifs aren't what he cares about. He just wants to make a move -- any move. ]

[indecent_butterfly]

One wishes you lots of luck with that then.

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And hopefully a curse with the right dose of carnage to spark some recognition in her eyes.

[indecent_butterfly]

May it come quicker for her than others.

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Here's to hoping. [ Pauuuuuse. ] Want a chicken?

[indecent_butterfly]

One shall have to respectfully pass. Perhaps next time.

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An actual barbecue, one day soon.

[ But with people, not poultry. ]

[indecent_butterfly]

But of course. With a caterer.

[Karl, ne only tempts them to sin not eat them.]

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And entertainment to suit all tastes.

[ He never said he'd forcefeed them to you 8( ]

[indecent_butterfly]

[Not sure ne trusts you to have other foods...]

Come Summer once more when the time calls for such things and outdoor activities?

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[ Sure he can. Remember the wedding? It catered to all the guests. ]

A splendid idea. Provided we're still around in this thrice-damned City, come summer.

[indecent_butterfly]

[Carla was part of that so he had to make sure to feed his bride. But, whatever.]

Making plans early enough out is a sure way to make things happen to disrupt them.

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[ He's thrown parties for humans back home, too. When he was lucid and fit for polite society, anyway. ]

Disruptions happen regardless of how early or late plans are. In the end, it's best to roll with it. The City is asymptotic to predictability as it is.