Post by Hope on Aug 15, 2016 22:46:33 GMT -5
"Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeat."
The word slowly spilled out of her mouth like unrefined molasses, Aspiration pulling on her sister's sleeve as she unabashedly mocked the last soul the pair had to process before their next break. He was a slow man. Spoke with the kind of drawl that made you want to shake him, just to see if you'd snap back together whatever wiring had clearly been undone over the years. And if the accent wasn't enough he just happened to live the most boring lives they'd ever had the displeasure of recording. To say he was hopeless might have been somewhat exciting. This was a man who seemed to desperately immune to the very building blocks of hope itself that just being in the shockwaves of that mortal's punch was the luckiest thing that had ever happened to him.
In that it was lucky for the sisters they only had to endure what felt like three lifetimes of torture.
"Now, now, nee-chan, he wasn't that bad," Expectation sipped the last of her watery beer, the man's favorite beverage slowly fading back to tasteless nothing as the last of his soul passed on.
"You just say that because you don't dream big!" Aspiration stood atop her chair, cheeks reddened in passion as she waved her arms wide in a grand show of her enthusiasm. "Some dirt farmer from nowhere dies his first day on vacation and you seem to think his life's story is worth listening to?! The fact the man somehow died with no regrets just shows he was doomed from the start to a life of mediocrity!"
It was the same argument the pair had every few dozen souls. They knew the ins and outs of one another well enough to know it was just a game. But seeing which set of arguments the other would take was amusing enough, especially if they limited themselves to the capacity of the souls they've met since their last squabble.
"Just because you life a simple life doesn't mean you were of a simple mind."
"And just because you like comics doesn't mean you don't open up a book now and then. But this man couldn't even read!"
She cracked a smile and Aspiration knew she'd won. She could appreciate the simple things, but her sister had won the last two fights and gotten more than her fair share of opportunities to set the first scene. And since they were enjoying a rare moment of peace, they both knew that meant she had her first opportunity in a while to impart some Hope on a soul with some time left. Of course, they'd have to act fact. Their 'father' was unlikely to leave them with as much spare time...and it looked like he was getting restless.
"So who did you have in mind?"
"Well," She plunked down into her chair and spin toward her sister with a coy little smile. "I kind of wanted some meat."
"Some meat?"
"The beans and the corn and the sushi and the caviar...I want something that'll really sick to my ribs. And besides, there was someone of interest in that last man's story who I want to see for myself. Besides, I have an inkling it'll help us deal with our next few...guests."
"And you think he'll bring meat?"
"Dear sister, he's dreaming of steak as we speak."
"Very well."
And like that their wrought iron gazebo slipped away into nothing, Hope's cheerful giggling the only vague remnant of their time in that otherwise boring dream. It was time for another show. And this time, there would be meat.
The word slowly spilled out of her mouth like unrefined molasses, Aspiration pulling on her sister's sleeve as she unabashedly mocked the last soul the pair had to process before their next break. He was a slow man. Spoke with the kind of drawl that made you want to shake him, just to see if you'd snap back together whatever wiring had clearly been undone over the years. And if the accent wasn't enough he just happened to live the most boring lives they'd ever had the displeasure of recording. To say he was hopeless might have been somewhat exciting. This was a man who seemed to desperately immune to the very building blocks of hope itself that just being in the shockwaves of that mortal's punch was the luckiest thing that had ever happened to him.
In that it was lucky for the sisters they only had to endure what felt like three lifetimes of torture.
"Now, now, nee-chan, he wasn't that bad," Expectation sipped the last of her watery beer, the man's favorite beverage slowly fading back to tasteless nothing as the last of his soul passed on.
"You just say that because you don't dream big!" Aspiration stood atop her chair, cheeks reddened in passion as she waved her arms wide in a grand show of her enthusiasm. "Some dirt farmer from nowhere dies his first day on vacation and you seem to think his life's story is worth listening to?! The fact the man somehow died with no regrets just shows he was doomed from the start to a life of mediocrity!"
It was the same argument the pair had every few dozen souls. They knew the ins and outs of one another well enough to know it was just a game. But seeing which set of arguments the other would take was amusing enough, especially if they limited themselves to the capacity of the souls they've met since their last squabble.
"Just because you life a simple life doesn't mean you were of a simple mind."
"And just because you like comics doesn't mean you don't open up a book now and then. But this man couldn't even read!"
She cracked a smile and Aspiration knew she'd won. She could appreciate the simple things, but her sister had won the last two fights and gotten more than her fair share of opportunities to set the first scene. And since they were enjoying a rare moment of peace, they both knew that meant she had her first opportunity in a while to impart some Hope on a soul with some time left. Of course, they'd have to act fact. Their 'father' was unlikely to leave them with as much spare time...and it looked like he was getting restless.
"So who did you have in mind?"
"Well," She plunked down into her chair and spin toward her sister with a coy little smile. "I kind of wanted some meat."
"Some meat?"
"The beans and the corn and the sushi and the caviar...I want something that'll really sick to my ribs. And besides, there was someone of interest in that last man's story who I want to see for myself. Besides, I have an inkling it'll help us deal with our next few...guests."
"And you think he'll bring meat?"
"Dear sister, he's dreaming of steak as we speak."
"Very well."
And like that their wrought iron gazebo slipped away into nothing, Hope's cheerful giggling the only vague remnant of their time in that otherwise boring dream. It was time for another show. And this time, there would be meat.
