Sunflora was in an unfamiliar place exploring. There was pieces of paper bound together, and they had strange markings on them she couldn't read. But there was a person here.
Today, Meg was flipping through an herbology textbook, looking up cucumbers. Because it did not make any sense to her that they really could eliminate aging signs around the eyes, and so she wanted it confirmed by something academic. What she would actually do if she found any evidence for or against the cucumber beauty regimen was, of course, anyone's guess.
She gave up on that particular textbook and got up to find another, which brought her over to where Beowulf was reading. She had to admit that, even despite Calvin's influence, her prejudices about jocks were alive and well, so she was quite frankly startled by his choice of reading material.
"Is that... philosophy?" she asked, in a tone that indicated that huge, muscle-bound geats having any sort of higher thinking was not something she was accustomed to.
"Err, octopusology?" Meg asked dubiously. She sat down in a nearby chair, in the naive hope that would cause Beowulf to lower his voice. "What do octupuses have to say about life?"
Damien eyed the brochures like somebody would look at a dead rat sitting on the table. "Why do people waste their time with this nonsense?" he asked himself, but it was certainly loud enough for Beowulf to hear.
OMG (or should that be OMT?), it was the first Barvuist Beowulf had ever met! Who but a Barvuist would express such negativity toward Tarvuism?
Beowulf thought about this. Part of him wanted to charge at Damien with sword at the ready, in defense of his newfound potential faith. (Beowulf hadn't actually said Tarvu's Prayer yet, so he wasn't really a Tarvuist.) Another part of him felt drawn to Tarvu's teachings of niceness. Perhaps he was meant to turn the other cheek?
"WHY DO YOU CALL IT NONSENSE?" he asked the Barvuist.
Oh Beowulf. He didn't know what he was getting into.
"Because there is only one God, the God of Pain," Damien said, eager to talk to somebody who might actually be listening to him. "The God of Torment and Destruction, who will cleanse this earth with his wrath, and lead mankind to a new enlightenment."
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Sunflora was in an unfamiliar place exploring. There was pieces of paper bound together, and they had strange markings on them she couldn't read. But there was a person here.
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"WHAT ARE YOU?"
He had no concept of an indoors voice, let alone a library voice.
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She gave up on that particular textbook and got up to find another, which brought her over to where Beowulf was reading. She had to admit that, even despite Calvin's influence, her prejudices about jocks were alive and well, so she was quite frankly startled by his choice of reading material.
"Is that... philosophy?" she asked, in a tone that indicated that huge, muscle-bound geats having any sort of higher thinking was not something she was accustomed to.
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Damien eyed the brochures like somebody would look at a dead rat sitting on the table. "Why do people waste their time with this nonsense?" he asked himself, but it was certainly loud enough for Beowulf to hear.
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Beowulf thought about this. Part of him wanted to charge at Damien with sword at the ready, in defense of his newfound potential faith. (Beowulf hadn't actually said Tarvu's Prayer yet, so he wasn't really a Tarvuist.) Another part of him felt drawn to Tarvu's teachings of niceness. Perhaps he was meant to turn the other cheek?
"WHY DO YOU CALL IT NONSENSE?" he asked the Barvuist.
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"Because there is only one God, the God of Pain," Damien said, eager to talk to somebody who might actually be listening to him. "The God of Torment and Destruction, who will cleanse this earth with his wrath, and lead mankind to a new enlightenment."
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"WHAT ENLIGHTENMENT WILL THAT BE?" inquired the credulous (and, indeed, clueless) Geat.
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"Numa numa iei!" he said, being all trendy with the pop culture. Tako was down like that.
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Wait! Was he supposed to view monsters as fair game in love and war, or was that all swept away by the dictates of Tarvu?
What if the monster was an octopus? Did he only need to be nice to octopuses? Was he supposed to be especially nice to them?
"HEBBO," the conflicted Geat greeted his onetime crush.
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