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I Shall *Follow*
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October 14, 2007
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Winslow: Y’know, Fen, you’ve been pretty happy lately. Don’t know
why I noticed that. I mean, it’s not like you’re ever really sad or gloomy;
you’re always upbeat more than not. But there’s just something – um, different, you know what I mean?
Fenchurch:
Funny you should say that; I noticed something myself. Not anything really big,
but – just like some bit of shadow is gone or something. I feel good, really. Which isn’t a bad thing, y’know.
*smile*
Winslow: Also,
I‘ve noticed ol’ Tivadar
hasn’t been hangin’ around – what’s up with that, you
think?
Fenchurch:
Good question…
**Tivadar
suddenly appears**
Tivadar: Mistress Fenchurch, I kneel before you in
humble acknowledgement that I have fallen down in my duty to protect you.
Please do accept my explanation, though I blame you not if you wish to flog me.
Winslow: Yeah,
we wondered where you’d gotten to, after all those vows of servitude. You’ve
been AWOL.
Fenchurch: Hey
Tivadar, you can sit down here and tell me. Like Win
says, we’d been wondering, but I don’t think it’ll be necessary to beat it out
of you!
Tivadar: I am most grateful for your mercy, Mistress
Fenchurch… what is this word – “AWOL” – mean?
Winslow: Means
you went off without permission – you didn’t clear it with the boss here!
Tivadar: This is so.
Fenchurch: Haha! But I’m more curious why and where
you went – so please tell us
all about it.
Tivadar: I am not a storyteller. Action is my suit,
so it will be simple. I was called to meet with another of your incarnations, a
ninja in
Winslow: That explains
the get-up. Pretty cool, Fen – you’ve sure been some scary dudes in centuries
past, haven’t you?
Fenchurch: Wow…
that explains why I felt so comfortable using that wakizashi when Mercedez
was teaching me to use a sword last year. So, I gather you learned some things
from him, then? I mean, since you’re wearing a ninja outfit, and carrying a
nice wakizashi yourself now.
Tivadar: Yes… I have found it most interesting. Their
stealth made me feel as an ox pulling a plow. I am most grateful for the
lessons of Aoki Hisashige.
Winslow: So
now we’ll see even less of you, since you’ll know better how to sneak around –
pretty cool.
Tivadar: This word “sneaking” -- I do not like the
sound of it. Miserable little creatures of the earth may “sneak”, but not a
warrior.
Fenchurch: It
depends, if sneaking can save your life, and beat the other guy. Anyway, don’t
let Win’s comments bother you. I’m kinda glad to see
you again, not that I’m in any danger or anything. Anyway, it’s getting late –
time for bed *yawn*.
Fenchurch:
Whoa! Who’s in MY bed?
Tivadar: Who is it that disturbs the rest of
Fenchurch of Amick – show yourself!
Follow Oh…
don’t be frightened. I’m just another tiny part of you, Fenchurch. I… was
tired… I’ve been in bed all day. This being physical is very wearing business…
I don’t know how Fabien does it…
Fenchurch:
Believe me, we don’t know how she does it, either.
Guess that’s what being mean does for you – lots of energy!
Tivadar: She is beyond the gods’ reckoning, that
queen of demons *shudder*.
Fenchurch:
Somehow this is sounding familiar – am I correct in guessing that you are a SAD
part of me – and that’s why I feel so good lately?
Follow:
Yes… I deal with sorrow… my name is…
Follow.
Fenchurch:
Follow?
Follow: Yes… *sad
little laugh*… you know how in old colonial-era manuscripts S’s look like f’s? Well… I am Sorrow… with an f…
Fenchurch: Hahaha! Oh, sorry, but that sounded so funny – or maybe
SUNNY in your case? Hahaha!
Tivadar: Already I feel a pall on my soul – what is
this that you can laugh, Mistress?
Fenchurch: Oh Tivadar – I forget how things get lost in translation for
you. Not to mention how not even parts of me can understand other parts. You
really shouldn’t be surprised by now. The spatial anomaly Hiro
is always talking about coughs up yet another oddity. And for now we are stuck
with her. How bad could it be?
Tivadar: I do not wish to speculate, Mistress. ‘Tis a feeling, naught more.
*frowns*
Fenchurch:
Well, it’s getting late –move over, Follow, I’ve got school in the morning. G’night!
Follow: Yes…
sleep… dream… night… zzzzzzzz…
***********************
Fenchurch:
Morning, Win. This is Follow.
Winslow: Yeah,
she’s following you all right. Why? Don’t tell me, this
another one of those spin-offs of yours?
Fenchurch:
Yup. She’s why you thought I was more cheerful than usual.
Winslow: Just
looking at her, ANYONE else would be more cheerful!
Follow: I’m…
just a sad part of Fenchurch, is all… No one is happy… all the time.
Fenchurch:
Don’t be too hard on her, Win. Maybe being out with everyone else, she’ll pick
up a new way of thinking.
Winslow: Or
take us all down with her.
Tivadar: I share your sentiment, Master Winslow. We
shall all drown in those pools that are her eyes.
Fenchurch:
Don’t exaggerate, Tivadar. You make her sound as bad
as Fabien, in her own way –
**enter Fabien**
Fabien: Someone
bandying my name around in conversation? Not that I mind. There’s that dishy Tiv, with some new togs,
ala style Japonaise.
Lookin’ good… oh sh*t, is
THAT who I think it is? **points at Follow**
Follow: Hello,
Fabien… it’s been… a while, hasn’t it?
Fabien: Not
long enough! Not enough Prozac in the world to put you away *snarl*.
Follow: Now,
now, Fabien… I never meant you any harm…
Fabien: But
you never did me any good, either – why d’you think I
wanted OUT of Miss Angel there? Besides her goody ways, I couldn’t stand your moping! Bein’
depressed is for suckers, and I’m not that!
Tivadar: And what you do is not sucking? Pulling the
life out of a man -- *shudder*
Fabien: Only
what they deserve. Hey, I don’t KILL like you do!
Tivadar: It appears I am the more merciful.
Fabien: Well,
I’d LOVE to argue semantics with you all day – NOT! Gotta
find where my little babushka
is hiding himself. Reminds me
of you, Follow – except he yelps SO well! Ta! **exits**
Winslow: Not
my favorite way to spend a morning. Makes school seem like a
picnic. We’d better get going, Fen.
Fenchurch:
Sure, Win. You’ll be okay here, Follow, won’t you?
Follow: Oh…
that is… so kind of you… to worry about me…
Winslow: It’s
the others around here I’D be worried about!
Fenchurch:
Win, that’s harsh. You just take it easy, Follow. Go back to bed if you like.
I’ll be home this afternoon.
**they exit**
Follow:
Good-bye…
**enter Yevgeny**
Yevegeny: Oh – you’re not my Fabien.
Follow: No… no
I’m not… though I do know her… *shy smile* She was looking for you…
Yevgeny: Not hard enough.
**Yev
plops down on sofa**
Follow: You
are… sad. I like sadness.
Yevgeny: You do? Hmmmm…
yes… you look like the embodiment of
sadness. You also look like someone else… so familiar…
Follow: Do I?
Someone you… still know?
Yevgeny: Yes…
**silence**
Yevgeny: Do you… like Russian novels?
Follow: Oh – I
DO! Indeed… there is nothing better… for a good bout of sheer misery… than
Dostoevsky.
Yevgeny: Come with me, then – um, what is your name?
Follow: It is…
Follow…
Yevgeny: *wry smile* Follow me, then – I’ve plenty in my room.
Follow: And a…
bed? I am so weary…
Yevgeny: Oh yes – we can be weary together.
**they exit**
**enters**
Fabien: Huh –
where did my steamy little samovar get to? He’s not THAT hard to figure
out… I’ll check his room again.
**dashes out**
Fabien:
Ah-HAH! Makin’ a move on my turf, are you?
Follow: Oh… I
wanted to see what it was… you saw in him… there’s not a lot… just enough…
Yevgeny: You still care! I thought you’d thrown me
aside, like yesterday’s kasha! Come to me, my bittersweetheart!
**sounds of
smooching**
Follow: Well…
that was more… like a short story… *sigh*
Oh that Fabien – she’s a hard
act to, um, follow… *snerk*.
A little of Yoshi’s
other life surfaces in search of him – much to his annoyance –
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