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taxonomites2013-09-02 04:16 am
skinandbone) wrote in taxonomites2013-09-02 04:16 am
Ta-ta-ta-taxon! Where everything is sweet!
The sun rises on Taxon, but this is a different sun. It's brighter. Yellower.
Lemony-er.
Specifically, it's a big slice of candied lemon, shining through pink and white drifts of cotton candy clouds. Wherever the golden light of dawn lands, surfaces are left sticky with a thin glaze of honey. Mercifully, this soaks in quickly.
The buildings are different, too, made of gingerbread and decorated in icing. Windows are panes of glassy sugar, shot through with wavy bands of bubbles.The streets are paved in hard candies, and, for alien reasons, the sidewalks are pancakes, light and fluffy and squashy underfoot. Inside, furniture is made of chocolate, and the faucets dispense everything from lemonade to simple syrup. The homes of all the real people of Taxon have been gathered together and arranged into a cheery little village set a short distance from the sugar-glittering city. Everyone is neighbors now, and isn't that great!? They can all borrow cups of sugar from each other!
The changes have extended to the citizens, turning the Extras into a pastel rainbow of sugar people. Off to the east, there is a new bit of landscape: a mountain made of massive slabs of cookie and cake. A river coils down from it, shimmery pink and foaming with scoops of rainbow sherbert.
Everything is bright and colorful, over saturated and – this is a telling detail – outlined in heavy black lines that are always at the edges of objects, no matter how you turn your head. In such cheery surroundings, surely the newly candied people of Taxon will wake with joy in their hearts and a snazzy group song on their lips.
Look, the Extras have already started.
“How do you say good morning
To a hundred different friends?
How do you give a good wish
That never ever ends?
Ta-ta-ta-taxon! It's the city that can't be beat!
Ta-ta-ta-taxon! Where everything is sweet!
Ta-ta-ta-taxon! Making friends is work that's never done
Ta-ta-ta-taxon! Where learning can be fun!
And for five disturbing seconds, bubbly, cheerful credits flick across everyone's vision. Your chief writer for this episode is Tinae Crice, Taxon.
LOGO! The word Taxon flares, then vanishes in a shimmery puff of sugar crystals and tumbling candies. Another beautiful day in Taxon has begun, so let's all get to learning, sharing, and just plain having FUN!!
Lemony-er.
Specifically, it's a big slice of candied lemon, shining through pink and white drifts of cotton candy clouds. Wherever the golden light of dawn lands, surfaces are left sticky with a thin glaze of honey. Mercifully, this soaks in quickly.
The buildings are different, too, made of gingerbread and decorated in icing. Windows are panes of glassy sugar, shot through with wavy bands of bubbles.The streets are paved in hard candies, and, for alien reasons, the sidewalks are pancakes, light and fluffy and squashy underfoot. Inside, furniture is made of chocolate, and the faucets dispense everything from lemonade to simple syrup. The homes of all the real people of Taxon have been gathered together and arranged into a cheery little village set a short distance from the sugar-glittering city. Everyone is neighbors now, and isn't that great!? They can all borrow cups of sugar from each other!
The changes have extended to the citizens, turning the Extras into a pastel rainbow of sugar people. Off to the east, there is a new bit of landscape: a mountain made of massive slabs of cookie and cake. A river coils down from it, shimmery pink and foaming with scoops of rainbow sherbert.
Everything is bright and colorful, over saturated and – this is a telling detail – outlined in heavy black lines that are always at the edges of objects, no matter how you turn your head. In such cheery surroundings, surely the newly candied people of Taxon will wake with joy in their hearts and a snazzy group song on their lips.
Look, the Extras have already started.
“How do you say good morning
To a hundred different friends?
How do you give a good wish
That never ever ends?
Ta-ta-ta-taxon! It's the city that can't be beat!
Ta-ta-ta-taxon! Where everything is sweet!
Ta-ta-ta-taxon! Making friends is work that's never done
Ta-ta-ta-taxon! Where learning can be fun!
And for five disturbing seconds, bubbly, cheerful credits flick across everyone's vision. Your chief writer for this episode is Tinae Crice, Taxon.
LOGO! The word Taxon flares, then vanishes in a shimmery puff of sugar crystals and tumbling candies. Another beautiful day in Taxon has begun, so let's all get to learning, sharing, and just plain having FUN!!
bahhh busy weekend okay now i'm recovered mostly
For one awkward moment they stare at each other.
Then Jason says, in tones of great and profound exasperation, "An angel. Of course. Of course this city needed a sodding angel as well as diabetes. If you're going to launch yourself at me like the last would-be cherub, do you mind terribly if I put down the fucking rabbit first?"
Re: bahhh busy weekend okay now i'm recovered mostly
"I... uhm... What?" It takes him to figure out that Jason sensed him too. "Oh! I'm.... I'm sorry? It's... Ahh.. uhm.. Really complicated?" Understatement du jour, but it's a start. "You're a.... a demon?" He's really new at this whole business, and if Jason's expecting Jimmy to start smiting things, he's going to be disappointed.
And a hint of memory makes it past Jimmy's self-imposed censors. "..... Do you know a guy named Crowley?"
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If Jason were currently... himself... Jimmy would see Jason staring intently at him, eyes narrowed. (The bunny squirms in his grasp, half-forgotten.) As it is, the peppermint disk of his face doesn't show emotions terribly well.
"What, Aleister?" he says, distractedly. "He's been dead half-a-century and he wasn't half as important as he thought, anyway."
Jason strides forward (on candy cane legs) to close the distance created by Jimmy backing away.
"Give me your hand."
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And he can't really comment on the 'Smite first and sort through the ashes later' crowd, because Castiel was far too into that train of thought for anyone's liking. So he just settles for continuing to look embarrassed by association.
He looks down at his hands, and watches the fragments move as he flexes his fingers. There's a lot of hesitation as he offers his hand out to Jason, mostly because he doesn't know how sharp his fingers are and he doesn't want to hurt anyone, even accidentally.
(feel free to have jimmy follow or say more things!)
A few seconds of possibly awkward silence in the land of candified bliss-- then Jason barks a short, mirthless laugh and drops Jimmy's wrist.
"Ah. I see. You poor bastard," he says in what are, for him, relatively cheerful tones. He steps back from Jimmy to look up at... the sky, apparently, the cotton-candy-cloud-filled sky. His free hand rises to cup his mouth as he calls out:
"Well-played! Full points for symmetry, you appalling nits."
And then Jason turns on his heel and starts down the sidewalk with his chocolate bunny.
(Oh yes. You have Jimmy's attention.)
He hurries after Jason and the bunny, trying to figure out what he just said. "What are you talking about?" He looks down at the bunny, which, being a Saturday Morning Cartoon Bunny, nods back politely. "What symmetry? And how did you get all of... whatever from just looking at my hand?"
A look down at his hand confirms that it is just a (glass) hand at the moment, with tiny glass warpings to suggest fingerprints.
:3
"How did you get that I'm-- connected-- to a demon?" he answers with a dismissive shrug. "I'll wager the messenger dwelling in you-- or more accurately, perhaps, the echo of that messenger-- kindly told you.
"Follow the train of logic to its conclusion, Mr. Novak."
Unlike Sherlock Holmes, Jason Blood does not generally consult his map to see newcomers and their names.
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But 'Echo of the Messenger' makes him pause, and he reminds himself that he probably could have picked a better time, but he'll save the 'deep heartfelt discussion during a house fire' for later.
So he hurries to catch up again to Jason, reaching out to very gingerly catch hold of his arm (and to try and avoid shaving too much peppermint off.) ".... You... you said 'echo of that messenger'... Do... Do you know what the... the angel..." And he has to stop for a moment and compose himself, anything involving Castiel is walking into a minefield. "... Can you help me?"
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"I doubt it, Mr. Novak," he says shortly. "I can't help myself, most days."
A few beats of silence, and Jason looks away. Eventually, a grudging sigh.
"What sort of help are you seeking?"
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His anger, coupled with Jimmy's grace wondering why he hasn't gone over there and started SMITING THE DEMON ALREADY, has Jimmy shying away. "I... I don't know.. It's been... I... I don't... don't know what the angel... what he did. But... If.... I'm.. sorry. I... I didn't mean... to.. to bother you."
Fidgeting, and trying to find a way out of the conversation... "I'm... I'll leave you alone, if... if you'd prefer."
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Little boy lost, little cherub-host
He's seen a demon, you've seen a ghost
Dead to his old life, scared of the now
I can show him what to fear-- I can show him how.
Shut up, Etrigan.
Jason grits his teeth and makes to run his hand through his hair, only to remember he currently doesn't have hair.
"I really cannot help people who do not even know what it is they are asking," he says flatly. "I am walking home. If you can figure out what it is you want to know on the way there, and get it out without tripping over your own tongue, then by all means."
This man is just a bastion of cheer and diplomacy.
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"I.. I'm..." He trails off again, waffling between actually trying to press Jason for help and just letting him go when he's obviously in a terrible mood. It takes him a few minutes to decide. He needs some sort of help, and Jason's the... only option that's presented itself. His hands keep wringing (and occasionally shaving off tiny curls of sugar glass) as he tries to sum up the problem as best he can:
"... I've only been... separated from the.... the angel for... About two weeks, at this point. I... I don't know how I..." ~ Escaped, Jimmy. Let's be honest here. We both know Castiel wouldn't have let you go. Who knows? He might have been saving you for something else that he needed a soul to barter for. ~ "... ended up separated from him.. And I don't know what he... did to me, as a result of the time we were.... together."
"... Can you help me?"
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He exhales.
"He ruined your life. That much I could tell you without looking. He gutted you. It is what angels, fallen or not, tend to do.
"Two weeks? Perhaps you'll return to something approaching normalcy. How long were you bound?"
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Yeah. Getting dragged along for the ride during Castiel's descent into madness? Not fun. 'Bound' does suit, though. Dragged behind a comet to horrors he couldn't have conceived of befo- he cuts off that line of thinking in a hurry. Nothing good waits for him down that way. And he has to stop and think, before he asks his next question.
"Does getting resurrected make it worse?"
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"The human psyche isn't really meant to handle resurrection, if that's what you're asking. But on the scale of things the human mind isn't meant to handle, I would wager a return from the dead is the least of your worries, Mr. Novak."
His words are curt and clipped, and he subconsciously tightens his grip on the bunny's foil casing as he walks.
"If you've been released for two weeks it's too soon to tell if you're still mortal."
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"WHAT!?"
The thought that Castiel might have taken his humanity away from him, in addition to everything else? That's- That train of thought is cut off and shoved back into the Castiel Box with all the other things he's probably repressing the hell out of. Jimmy has to close his eyes, and there's faint cracking noises as the tips of his fingers crack and splinter against the palms of his hands.
It's kind of terrifying to consider that being killed and resurrected three times is the less traumatic option right now. And he's definitely going to need some time hiding in... the downstairs bathroom, probably. It's darker. No windows. Good width between the tub and the wall. Cooler tiles, too. The sort of details to indulge in when you're trying to distract yourself from the screaming horrors.
i am so sorry for the delay!
Jason has reached his front door, now. (Well, the front door of his inane candy cottage, anyway.) He stands on the stoop and gives Jimmy a long peppermint stare.
"And on the other hand, if it turns out you are still mortal, then you'll be able to look on the bright side, and remind yourself it could always be worse. Good day to you, Mister Novak."
And, with Cadbury bunny in hand, he opens his door.
S'okay. I know all about RL happening.
So he looks away, and slinks back to his house. The panic is back, and it missed him so much.