Sunday, August 10, 2014

Page 782

--donation bonus week (day 1/7, page 2/3)--
Parson was busy licking his ice cream. It had chocolate sprinkles. “Yeah, so?”

So?! So we’re about to go to war with them, you jackass!

“I thought it was the Rainlords we were having problems with,” said Parson.

Dergoz had to take a moment to calm himself. ‘There is a very real possibility that they could forge an alliance with each other. Which means you’ve just revealed your location to the enemy. For an ice cream.

“Oh.” He still hadn’t stopped eating. “Well, I’m sure it’ll be fine. And besides, the Sandlords make really good ice cream. Surprisingly good, in fact. You’d think they’d stink at it, right? Being all about heat and sand and everything.”

Agh! Why did you even come here?!

“Just following orders.”

“From Sermung?” asked Lawrence, figuring it was time to intervene.

Lamont, actually, but same difference,’ said Overra.

Lawrence eyed them both up and down. At a glance, Parson was an unassuming young man with golden brown hair and terrible posture. He was one of the oldest servants in the world, but Overra had never let him physically age. Or perhaps he’d asked her not to age him. Either way, it was the kind of thing that tended to make a bad first impression with the other old servants. Lawrence, however, was long past such trivialities with this man. “Why are you alone? I expected you to be in company.”

“Oh, yeah. My awesome tiltwing was shot down in Calthos. Thing was brand new, you believe that? Nearly lost one of my airmen, too, so I decided to make the rest of the trip on my own. Also, I wanted ice cream.”

Apologies,’ added Overra. To Lawrence’s eyes, she was quite a strange thing. She was a tornado, compacted in scale but constantly and silently whirling, while also bearing a mouth and eyes that consisted of nothing more than dark splotches. ‘We would have been on time, otherwise.

“Yeah. You know she hates that sort of thing.”

“It’s no trouble,” said Lawrence, tasting his own ice cream now. Parson hadn’t been wrong about its quality.

They started down the stairs together.

“So where’s Zeff’s head?” said Parson.

Lawrence was expecting that question. Parson had always had a tendency of somersaulting over the pleasantries and bringing up the most sensitive topic as if he were merely asking about the weather.

And it was sensitive, Lawrence knew. Especially for Parson, because Zeff had worked directly under him before Lawrence took over his position here in Sair.


  1. "You'd they'd stink at that, right?" forgot the word "think"

  2. Parson and Overra seem pretty cool. Can't really figure out his ability though. Wind should be some sort of alteration type I guess, but that doesn't explain what happened to his arms.

    Also interesting is the fact that he has a wind based ability and another servant sees his reaper as a tornado. I always thought that the ability is either random or somehow connected to the servant's personality or something, but there seems to be a relation to the reaper.

    Some typos in here.

    "There’s a very [a] real possibility that"

    "She was a tornado, compacted in [scaled] but constantly and silently whirling"
    Compacted in scale? Not sure what else this is supposed to mean.

    "We would have been on time, otherwise.’"
    This is missing its opening quotation marks.

    "“Yeah. You know she hates that sort of thing.”"

    Not a typo, I'm just not sure what's going on here. Who's talking? Gotta be Parson talking about Overra, but I can't really make sense of this. What exactly does she hate? Being late? Well then why did she allow him to stop for ice cream?

  3. Wow, thanks for all the catches. Should be fixed now.

    Concerning the last bit: Parson stated that he stopped for ice cream because he was ALREADY late. So yes, here, he is talking about her dislike of being tardy.

  4. *an assuming young
    I presume you meant unassuming?

  5. The Parson love is growing steadily.