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Visionary
Mon Jun 30, 2003 at 05:43:18 pm EDT
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*********************** Mending: The Epilogue **************************
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Mending: A short tale of romance
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Just a bit late for Romance Week
Mon Jun 30, 2003 at 05:40:45 pm EDT
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"I don't really want to talk about it" Quoth said, brushing a stray lock of black hair behind her ear.



"Well, um... okay, good..." Fleabot said, nervously fiddling with a packet of sugar between his large, tanned fingers. "I think it might be best to forget it ever happened."



"It was definitely forgettable" she agreed.



"Yeah. Wait... what?"



Before Quoth could answer, waitress Sarah Shepherdson arrived at their booth and poured a fresh dose of coffee into his cup. "I haven't seen you two in here before... Are you new in town?" she asked, giving them both a speculative look.



The reincarnated duo looked at each other. "Um... yeah, something like that" Fleabot confirmed. "How'd you know?"



Sarah shrugged. "I don't know... something I can't quite put my finger on tells me you're not from around here. Not that you look like tourists, or anything." She added hastily. "And not that tourists looks bad..."



"You remember everyone who comes in here?" Quoth interrupted, mildly annoyed at the way the waitress was checking out Fleabot. He wasn't at all handsome. At all. "Would you happen to remember if anyone came in here in the last ten days asking about a Quoth or Fleabot... maybe calling himself Visionary?"



"Um... no... nobody like that" she confirmed. "That seems like the kind of thing that would be easy to remember. Is this a friend of yours? What does he look like?"



"Ah... we're not really sure" Fleabot answered, flashing a nervous smile full of shining white teeth. "And he may be a she. Or possibly even an it." He scribbled a phone number on the back of a napkin. "Look, if anyone of any type comes in here asking about this kind of thing, could you just please give him this number? Its, ah... my home phone."



Sarah pursed her lips and nodded. "Ooookay, then. I'm sure I'll do that. Enjoy your meal..." she offered before quickly making her retreat.



"The people in this universe are much less used to insane explanations" Fleabot noted with a sigh.



"Yes, well... if you're done flirting with the help, we need to get on with our mission."



"I... she... I didn't flirt with her!" he claimed indignantly. "Well, okay, maybe... but she apparently does things to this body that our Sarah doesn't do to my minuscule one back home."



"You're still pretty minuscule, if you ask me..." Quoth grumbled under her breath.



"Hey!" Fleabot protested. "*That* I heard. May I remind you, birdy, that you came on to me. Practically threw yourself at me..."



"What?" Quoth squawked in outrage. "I most certainly... no. No. I am not having this conversation with you. This is an alternate universe, and we aren't really these people. So therefore it never happened."



"Right. Okay. I can live with that. This whole horrible thing never happened."



Quoth chewed a strand of her black hair while her dark eyes focused far away. "Yes... Horrible. Never happened."



They sat there for a few moments in reflective silence.



"So..." Fleabot finally said. "...What do you want to try next?"



"I've always been curious about... wait... what?" Quoth answered, a bit rattled.



"For finding Vizh?" the blonde man prompted.



"Oh! Right... of course" the pale woman in the black coat responded, blushing. "Well, I suppose we don't definitely need to find Vizh at the moment, especially since we have no idea where to start looking. Our first priority is to try to locate the Hooded Hood. If we can get him to retcon all our lives back into our reality, then it won't matter if Vizh is with us at the time or not."



"So... Herringcarp?"



"Herringcarp."











Next, in "Surplus to Destiny" chapter 4: Herringcarp!



And I suppose the romance portion of this chapter by all means should be credited as a Dancer/Visionary Special Chapter 6 (and would that make the epilogue chapter 7, and Herringcarp chapter 8? Assuming, of course, that Dancer remains AWOL and doesn't keep up her end of things? Who knows... Just know there's more to come).



And I have no idea how predictable the epilogue's revelation was (who says there's no benefit to long breaks between chapters?), but on the chance that people don't pick up on it please don't spoil things, or even acknowledge that there was a twist, in the subject of replies! 'Cause it's otherwise just a meandering and pretty cliché romance tale.



Oh, and if you have no idea what the hell any of this was about (and that unfortunately could be a lot of you... um, sorry) you can read the entire story so far at:

http://www.mangacool.com/php/show.php?board=parodyverse&msg=20030521185312



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--Visionary


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