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milliways_bar2006-01-05 09:26 pm
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"Eleven for the eleven went up to heaven.
Ten for the ten commandments.
Nine for the nine bright shiners.
Eight for the April rainers.
Seven for the seven stars in the sky..."
Reciting to the pace of throw and catch, Jack is in the bar. The small glass ball he's playing with holding all of his attention, for the moment.
Ten for the ten commandments.
Nine for the nine bright shiners.
Eight for the April rainers.
Seven for the seven stars in the sky..."
Reciting to the pace of throw and catch, Jack is in the bar. The small glass ball he's playing with holding all of his attention, for the moment.

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The ball is caught.
And the cat is examined back.
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Good evening.
That is an interesting song.
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The ball is slipped into his pocket.
"Odd, too."
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Jack doesn't move.
"At least, that is where I learned it. An odd combination of the biblical and pagan."
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*Forgive him his curiosity; it's the shape's fault. He pads forward, intent.*
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He still doesn't back up.
"And the nine are a reference, well, there is some disagreement. Possible the nine orders of angels, possible the pagan triads of triads- phases of the moon. Then, possibly else."
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Quite interesting. I had never heard of bright shiners from any world but my own.
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"Worlds bleed into eachother in strange ways. I am in the most of them."
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You are not in the one I come from.
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He watches the cat, amused.
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He reaches down, carefully, slowly, moving to scratch at his ears.
"Even if it has not taken shape."
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*He purrs, pressing his starkly white head up against Jack's fingers.*
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He speaks slowly, and clearly, as though, maybe to a very small child.
"But it is I."
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Jack's ankle, by contrast, is very cool.
"It is seldom worth it."
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*The cat stays quite warm, really.*
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He likes this cat much better than Scampi. For one thing, it has not sneezed on him.
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What do you do... Frost, other than what your name suggests, play catch with a ball, and scritch well?
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The shredding is observed with some trepadition.
"And dancing and speaking with Mercutio, arguing with Thea, poker with Belial. I eat raisins and apples, and sing when the mood takes me."
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Will you sing something for me? I... collect music, you see.
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His fingers stray to his pocket.
He's never seen a cat smile.
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Please.
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