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- Subject: [Fizzle/Fleck] The answer to the question
- Date: 22 Jan 1993 11:34 CST
- Organization: University of Houston
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- In article <silk.727566816@mcl>, silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken mencher) writes...
- >Fizzle looks at the enlarged pixie. "Hello there, little one. Welcome to
- >the Dragon's Inn. I've not seen your kind in ages. How come you've
- >ventured into the mortal world? I'd thought you'd left for good after the
- >hunting down of pixies..."
-
- At the mention of the word "pixies", Fleck realizes that the old man is
- speaking to him. He wrenches his attention from the fireplace or something
- and starts to stand up. Of course, he's double his normal size. Which takes
- some getting used to.
-
- The table that Fleck and the wizardly type are at suddenly bumps upward.
-
- >"Hmm...must be not too good on the ground..." He mutters some more, and
- >the pixie begins to float upwards on a disk of force.
-
- Fleck, suddenly finding that he's gaining altitude even though he's sitting
- down, stops rubbing his head and stares blankly at the ceiling as he gets
- closer to it. Then he stops, and hey boy--he's at just the right level to
- rest his elbows on the table. Which is nice. Score one for the ars magica.
-
- >Fizzle waves down a barmaid and orders a glass of honeysuckle nectar and
- >another mug of mulled apple cider.
- >
- >The waitress brings over their order, and looks a bit strangely at the
- >pixie, but shrugs, and moves on. "So, why are you here?"
-
- The pixie hesitates a few long moments, then proceeds to take off his heavy
- coat, which is ingeniously designed so as not to lop off one's bug wings in
- the process of removing it. He bows his head shamefully, glances at some
- kind of half-hearted barfight over a drinking contest.
-
- Raising his gaze to Fizzle's, he says softly, "Revenge."
-
- Which is bad for pixies to think about. Fleck suppresses an involuntary
- shudder at the thought, and rests his forehead in his hands. His light-
- colored hair falls down to obscure his expression.
-
-
- >fizzle
- mdc
- --
- "Why not nip into McDonalds just to use the 'quick, someone remind
- toilet? It's a good symbolic gesture." me to think.'
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