Eric Jablow
2007-03-06 04:45:29 UTC
Pinny, Slaying
by Eric Jablow
Part One
Synopsis: Willow's spell called all the slayers in
every dimension, even when one of the dimensions is
missing.
Rating: G. Some comic-panel type violence.
Note: I am using British spellings here to keep with
the flavour of the original source. The source is in
the public domain; try guessing what it is, and where
the slang comes from.
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"Why are you undulating so much? One might think you
were talking to a boy you wanted to attract, instead of
your father." Pin's father Octavian was a humourless
bureaucrat in the Bureau of Weights and Measures; he
expected nothing from his daughter but obedience.
"I am sorry, Father. I don't know what got into me,"
said Pin.
"Nothing can get into you, daughter. You're not built
for it." Octavian turned away from her and teased open
another fold of the Thintown Post. It was a slow
process; a 135° angle isn't the best shape to
open up the folds of a broadline.
"May I help you, Father?" asked Pin.
"Broadlines are for men, daughter. You don't need to
worry about the news of the day." Octavian was not the
most civil of octagons.
Octavian struggled with an inner fold for another
minute, and then Pin finally lost her patience. As her
father pulled back to breathe, she swung around him and
teased the broadline open with her tip.
"Daughter! How dare you defy me. Go to your
quarters."
"If you'd hire an iso servant, you wouldn't have this
problem."
"Do not tell me how to act in my household. Now go."
"Yes, Father."
by Eric Jablow
Part One
Synopsis: Willow's spell called all the slayers in
every dimension, even when one of the dimensions is
missing.
Rating: G. Some comic-panel type violence.
Note: I am using British spellings here to keep with
the flavour of the original source. The source is in
the public domain; try guessing what it is, and where
the slang comes from.
---
"Why are you undulating so much? One might think you
were talking to a boy you wanted to attract, instead of
your father." Pin's father Octavian was a humourless
bureaucrat in the Bureau of Weights and Measures; he
expected nothing from his daughter but obedience.
"I am sorry, Father. I don't know what got into me,"
said Pin.
"Nothing can get into you, daughter. You're not built
for it." Octavian turned away from her and teased open
another fold of the Thintown Post. It was a slow
process; a 135° angle isn't the best shape to
open up the folds of a broadline.
"May I help you, Father?" asked Pin.
"Broadlines are for men, daughter. You don't need to
worry about the news of the day." Octavian was not the
most civil of octagons.
Octavian struggled with an inner fold for another
minute, and then Pin finally lost her patience. As her
father pulled back to breathe, she swung around him and
teased the broadline open with her tip.
"Daughter! How dare you defy me. Go to your
quarters."
"If you'd hire an iso servant, you wouldn't have this
problem."
"Do not tell me how to act in my household. Now go."
"Yes, Father."