What an Idnomious Ending
Dec. 25th, 2011 05:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jackofknavesTitle: What an Idnomious Ending
Author:jackofknaves
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gen
Summary: The ongoing tales of a zombie fighter and her hapless sidekick.
They stood on the edge of the moon and looked over the edge. Below them was a pond of stars, riding the ripples of the water onto the shore where they collected into small piles of glowing mass.
"So," he kicked a rock into the pond and watched it float to the middle before suddenly sinking to the sky. "Why are we here again?"
"It's a path of self-discovery. We have to go through our own psyche in a spiritual journey."
"And figure out why we're here?" he asked. The stars blinked at him then were covered by another tide.
"I know why we're here," she said crossly. "You let that damn thing knock us out. Do you not know what cover me means?"
"I meant what's the spiritual journey about. And what is this place?"
She glanced around. "I have no idea. It's your subconscious."
"It's nice."
"It's weird." She watched another rock sink upwards. "Do you have no grasp of gravity or are you a physics criminal?"
"Clever."
"Not really."
They walked back to the center of the moon, the ground flowing smoothly under them, growing with each step they took until a vast cratered desert stretched out in front of them.
"This is the part where you say the only way this could get worse is if it were raining," he said brightly, hoping to cheer her up.
Tiny blue flowers with no stems began slowly drifting down onto them, covering them in a petalled mess. She stopped and turned towards him, one eyebrow delicately arched.
"Is there something you need to tell me?"
"Shut up."
They walked on for a few moments before his toe caught on a twisted branch sticking out of the ground.
He danced around holding his foot in one hand. "Oww."
She bent down and pulled at the branch. The dust crumbled away until they stood at the edge of a small canyon, looking at the roots of an upside down tree.
"What is that?"
"Given your inclination towards cliches, I'm guessing your life force. Tree of life. Really. How do you come up with this."
"Life force?"
"It's like your soul. We've been wandering around your brain, now we're at the root--pardon the pun--of what makes you who you are. Oh, my kingdom for some weed killer," she said. He glared at her until she heaved a humongous sigh. "It's like this: we can't get out of this mess until you ask your soul the one question that will answer secrets yadda yadda, ask the damn question."
"Wait," he waved his arms. "Wait. This could be my chance to change all of human nature, you know? I mean, this is big."
"And time is short. Hurry up. I do not want to be stuck with your id for the rest of my life."
"Aren't you curious? I mean, I could find what the meaning of life is by asking it an important question. All of our lives are determined by who we are, so--" He took a deep breath and stepped forward.
"Make it good. You got one shot," she said drily, taking a seat on a small miniature sun lying discarded on the ground.
"Right." He opened his mouth and clearly pronounced, "What is the meaning of the universe?"
The earth trembled and the sky sagged, then finally the tree's roots opened into a mouth and a breeze ran through them until they reached his ears.
"I don't know."
He stared at the tree in dismay. "What the hell do you mean you don't know?"
The tree shook again. "I could've answered 42, would that have been better?"
"NO, it would not have been better!"
"Well, sorrrry I'm not good enough for you. I'm just your id. I control your primal instincts. If the brain can't figure it out, how can I?"
"But, you're like, my soul," he protested.
A laugh had him whirling around. "That would be my fault. Got my metaphysical metaphors mixed up. Terribly sorry. Let's go."
"But--" he stared at the bottom of the tree, glaring at it. "This isn't fair."
"Life isn't," she said unsympathetically, tugging his arm towards a tunnel that appeared in the air beside them. "But 42 sounds pretty good to me for now."
Author:
jackofknavesRating: PG
Pairing: Gen
Summary: The ongoing tales of a zombie fighter and her hapless sidekick.
They stood on the edge of the moon and looked over the edge. Below them was a pond of stars, riding the ripples of the water onto the shore where they collected into small piles of glowing mass.
"So," he kicked a rock into the pond and watched it float to the middle before suddenly sinking to the sky. "Why are we here again?"
"It's a path of self-discovery. We have to go through our own psyche in a spiritual journey."
"And figure out why we're here?" he asked. The stars blinked at him then were covered by another tide.
"I know why we're here," she said crossly. "You let that damn thing knock us out. Do you not know what cover me means?"
"I meant what's the spiritual journey about. And what is this place?"
She glanced around. "I have no idea. It's your subconscious."
"It's nice."
"It's weird." She watched another rock sink upwards. "Do you have no grasp of gravity or are you a physics criminal?"
"Clever."
"Not really."
They walked back to the center of the moon, the ground flowing smoothly under them, growing with each step they took until a vast cratered desert stretched out in front of them.
"This is the part where you say the only way this could get worse is if it were raining," he said brightly, hoping to cheer her up.
Tiny blue flowers with no stems began slowly drifting down onto them, covering them in a petalled mess. She stopped and turned towards him, one eyebrow delicately arched.
"Is there something you need to tell me?"
"Shut up."
They walked on for a few moments before his toe caught on a twisted branch sticking out of the ground.
He danced around holding his foot in one hand. "Oww."
She bent down and pulled at the branch. The dust crumbled away until they stood at the edge of a small canyon, looking at the roots of an upside down tree.
"What is that?"
"Given your inclination towards cliches, I'm guessing your life force. Tree of life. Really. How do you come up with this."
"Life force?"
"It's like your soul. We've been wandering around your brain, now we're at the root--pardon the pun--of what makes you who you are. Oh, my kingdom for some weed killer," she said. He glared at her until she heaved a humongous sigh. "It's like this: we can't get out of this mess until you ask your soul the one question that will answer secrets yadda yadda, ask the damn question."
"Wait," he waved his arms. "Wait. This could be my chance to change all of human nature, you know? I mean, this is big."
"And time is short. Hurry up. I do not want to be stuck with your id for the rest of my life."
"Aren't you curious? I mean, I could find what the meaning of life is by asking it an important question. All of our lives are determined by who we are, so--" He took a deep breath and stepped forward.
"Make it good. You got one shot," she said drily, taking a seat on a small miniature sun lying discarded on the ground.
"Right." He opened his mouth and clearly pronounced, "What is the meaning of the universe?"
The earth trembled and the sky sagged, then finally the tree's roots opened into a mouth and a breeze ran through them until they reached his ears.
"I don't know."
He stared at the tree in dismay. "What the hell do you mean you don't know?"
The tree shook again. "I could've answered 42, would that have been better?"
"NO, it would not have been better!"
"Well, sorrrry I'm not good enough for you. I'm just your id. I control your primal instincts. If the brain can't figure it out, how can I?"
"But, you're like, my soul," he protested.
A laugh had him whirling around. "That would be my fault. Got my metaphysical metaphors mixed up. Terribly sorry. Let's go."
"But--" he stared at the bottom of the tree, glaring at it. "This isn't fair."
"Life isn't," she said unsympathetically, tugging his arm towards a tunnel that appeared in the air beside them. "But 42 sounds pretty good to me for now."
