Actually posting on time tonight! Yee ha! Not my best efforts, but I got something done and that makes me pretty happy even if it isn't very good. I'm still going with the story of Fred Johnson, Paragon of Virtue, though I hope it is drawing to a close soon. It's hard to believe that it has been six months since I started it. Time really does fly. Thanks again (I think... they look like tough ones) to Argent for next week's words.
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Words for this week's 10-word challenge were: angst, pills, falling snow, parchment, flute, grey cat, boy was my face red, situation, clamp, heart And for the mini: dreadful, fog, format, participation, choice
As his dog Cane, and his 4 companions appeared through the vortex, Fred Johnson, Paragon of Virtue, felt a good deal of angst leave his body. The dreadful vice-like clamp that had been making him feel like each beat of his heart was a choice between life and death let go and the fog that had begun to consume his thoughts slowly dissipated. "To say I'm glad to see you would be a massive understatement," he gasped, hugging Cane and then the each of his companions in turn. "I'm having a 'boy was my face red,' moment. I didn't stop to think and I got myself into a dangerous situation. Not sure I would have lasted much longer on my own. This place is toxic and I have no idea what to do next. I'm sorry. I think there's an enchantment on this tapestry... and those puppets... and..." He stopped in mid-sentence at the sight of a large grey cat which seemed to appear out of nowhere. "what the... where did..." he stammered. "Oh, that's right," Bubbles laughed, "You've never met Parchment, my cat. She is a rather exceptional being. I thought her participation in our current situation might be helpful. Oh - I almost forgot," she added, handing him a small container of what looked like pills. "Graph berries and a few other ingredients with an added spell by the Wizard. Take 2 right away. They will help protect us from the dark magic that consumes this space." Meanwhile, the Wizard Spark, McFlash, Psycho and the Dragon were studying the massive tapestry. I can't figure out the format, McFlash said... "falling snow on the upper right and what looks like a desert oasis on the left. If it's a map, I don't know how to read it." For her part, Paraphrase removed a flute from a pouch of some sort and began to play. "I thought I had seen everything, the paragon mutter to himself, but a dragon playing the flute never even entered my imagination."
As the dragon continued to play her flute, the Paragon swallowed his to Graph Berry pills and felt what remained of his former angst leave his body completely. Spark and the dragon lavished him with praise for discovering the vortex ("You did well, Paragon," they had pronounced in unison) which was helping him let go of the "boy was my face red," feeling and to believe that he might actually be up to handling the situation after all. Psycho, who seemed to have grown a rather large heart in his new incarnation, clamped him warmly in his arms in a big bear hug and thanked him for finding the place and for all his efforts. As of to add her approval to the mix, Parchment, Bubble's grey cat, rubbed herself against his legs purring in what seemed a melodic counterpoint to the dragon's flute playing. As he was released from Psycho's hug, he began to turn his attention again to the tapestry and the discussion that the others were having about the falling snow.
With the lifting of the dreadful brain fog induced by the dark magic, the Paragon made the choice to add his own participation to studying the tapestry and trying to discern what if any method there was to the format of the scene in front of them. Now that his mind was functioning again, ideas were beginning to come to him in rapid succession. "I wonder, he said out loud, "if we might not try the password on the tapestry? But maybe it would be a good idea to put Grandfather Purist's invocation into the air first?" "Genius!" the wizard shouted. "Bravo, Paragon!" the dragon hissed. "Good thinking," Psycho and McFlash said in unison. But it was Bubble's, whispered, "You are not Paragon for nothing." that made him blush with delight.
Thank you to Argent for giving me a break this week from coming up with words. It is much appreciated.
Words for next week's 10-word challenge: nickle, banshee, render, foil, noodle, aggressive, smooth, hat stand, cat, treat,
And for the mini: mode, bread, blues, epic, tripod
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