Meanwhile...
-You c-c-can't rush it!- said a small, nervous man dressed in a ceremonial gown two sizes over. The sleeves went over his fists and he was having a hard time from keeping them falling over again and again. The man was Luster, god of things that are on the left and generally awkward.
-Rushing things always mmmmakes me fumble and botch them.-
-I'll bet!- said a plain looking man sitting right next to Luster looking upset with his hands over his chest. He had a three-day beard, a bald spot and bags under his eyes which said “shoot me!”. The man was in fact not a man but a god; Jacey, god of underdogs, the oppressed and the gullible.
They were sitting at a large, marble table in what seemed as a cleaning supply closet. There was a strong smell of lemons. Around the table were seated other figures watching and listening intently the discussion that was growing into an argument (as discussions usually do) and hoping it would grow further into a fight. There was Sotp, the dog of dyslexia, Bloody Mary, goddess of aunts from Russia (if you catch my drift), Miser, god of cheapness and some other minor gods who are not minor enough to be mentioned in this tale. There was one empty chair which belonged to Melvin, god of people who are mostly unnoticed throughout their lives. He figured that no one would notice him missing and was, in fact, right.
-I'm j-just saying that you should take it slow. Just bec-cause we are gods doesn't mean we're inv-inv-invincible.- Luster continued in his wavery voice. -You wouldn't want to be remembered as the new Zeus w-would you?-
-Zeus? Wasn't he the heavenly All-father and the god of adultery?-
-He was, until his wife found out. Currently, he is the eunuch god of young, nubile virgins.- said a voice which belonged to Jack, the god of minor plot characters.
-You see! It is not sssssmart to mess with the Greater Gg-ggg-gods. They are rather k-kkk-creative in their punishments.-
-I am terribly sorry for interrupting- a small god across Luster began -but couldn't we possibly postpone this meeting for say tomorrow or the day after that?- it was Nagarkistrakafagaratraja, the god of procrastination.
-Yes, a splendid idea!- said Jacey -and in the meantime I will make some...arrangements-
He then let out a strange voice that sounded like a minor sales clerk trying to laugh sinisterly.
Post je objavljen 09.09.2008. u 15:22 sati.