Fic: Diverse Alarums
I said I found two 500 prompt ficlets yesterday - here's the other:
Title: Diverse Alarums
Author: lost_spook
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 201
Characters/Pairings: Sam Vimes, Carrot
Notes/Warnings: None. (Set some time not long after Guards! Guards!)
Summary: The city cemetary is humming, so they say…
For
john_amend_all in the 500 Prompts Meme: 252 - The city cemetary is humming - Sam Vimes & Carrot.
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“Humming?” said Vimes, even though there wasn’t much doubt that was what Carrot had just said. Still, cemeteries didn’t ought to be humming; even in Ankh-Morpork, it merited a double-take. He opened his mouth further to ask whether the cemetery was literally humming or if it was a metaphor before he remembered that this was Carrot they were talking about.
“Yes, sir. Humming. Quite tunefully, really.”
Be thankful for small mercies, thought Vimes. “Anything in particular or just . . . humming?”
“The Sergeant says it’s -” Carrot paused to blush, before manfully (or dwarf-fully) continuing: “A Wizard’s Staff Has A Knob On The Top. Sir.”
Vimes nodded. Didn’t sound like some ancient evil buried deep underground and only now awakening, then, nor as if one Guild or other had got ahead of themselves and invented something that should have remained uninvented. “And would you say that it’s the cemetery as such or one or more of the occupants?”
“Sergeant Colon says he didn’t stop to find out.”
Vimes gave another nod. “Then we’d better go and make enquiries, Constable. Still, don’t worry. Sounds as if it’s just some of the undead getting a bit over-lively again. Or students. Or alchemists.”
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Title: Diverse Alarums
Author: lost_spook
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 201
Characters/Pairings: Sam Vimes, Carrot
Notes/Warnings: None. (Set some time not long after Guards! Guards!)
Summary: The city cemetary is humming, so they say…
For
john_amend_all in the 500 Prompts Meme: 252 - The city cemetary is humming - Sam Vimes & Carrot.
***
“Humming?” said Vimes, even though there wasn’t much doubt that was what Carrot had just said. Still, cemeteries didn’t ought to be humming; even in Ankh-Morpork, it merited a double-take. He opened his mouth further to ask whether the cemetery was literally humming or if it was a metaphor before he remembered that this was Carrot they were talking about.
“Yes, sir. Humming. Quite tunefully, really.”
Be thankful for small mercies, thought Vimes. “Anything in particular or just . . . humming?”
“The Sergeant says it’s -” Carrot paused to blush, before manfully (or dwarf-fully) continuing: “A Wizard’s Staff Has A Knob On The Top. Sir.”
Vimes nodded. Didn’t sound like some ancient evil buried deep underground and only now awakening, then, nor as if one Guild or other had got ahead of themselves and invented something that should have remained uninvented. “And would you say that it’s the cemetery as such or one or more of the occupants?”
“Sergeant Colon says he didn’t stop to find out.”
Vimes gave another nod. “Then we’d better go and make enquiries, Constable. Still, don’t worry. Sounds as if it’s just some of the undead getting a bit over-lively again. Or students. Or alchemists.”
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