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[sythyry]

On the Use of Deviant Pornography in Low-Grade Socio-Sorcerous Conflicts [22 Hispis 4385]

Arfaen and Phaniet and families wandered around Eigrach for the rest of the morning, but returned to Strayway for lunch. Arfaen explained the blackmail to me. "I'm sorry about telling you about Inconnu that way ... I didn't want them to discover anything about Quendry's legal status."

"Quite all right," I said. "Inconnu is a bit of a ship-wide resource; if he's had fewer than half a dozen lovers since we set off, I shall eat all the feathers on my left wing. In any case I don't do more than admire my clients from afar."

"I'm sure he was hoping you were Sythyry's lover yourself," said Phaniet. "That would be much more helpful to him."

Arfaen whined, "But what will I tell Jempjinga when he asks?"

"You will tell him the truth about the conversations you overhear on topics of interest to them," I said. "If there's something I don't want them to know about, I won't discuss it around you."

"Arfaen, you need not worry so much," said Kantele. "This is not a war, or, at least, we are not at war. This is a contest to get the best of Sythyry's enchantments. Most likely, if Jempjinga discovers someone offering a hundred thousand lozens for some great working, he and his faction will offer two hundred thousand. Which may leave many people greatly upset, but will simply leave us rich. So of course he wants spies: but not to our disadvantage." Kantele is very smart... (Note to self: get Kantele an understudy. I want her eventual replacement trained in her cleverness.)

"For my part, I'm not worried. I'm upset that Eigrachters are mistreating my clients," I said. "I do not wish to permit this. But I do not know what I can do about it."

Kantele smiled. "Perhaps we can pass a few gentle words to a few people that, if Eigrach is not a sufficiently friendly and companionable sort of place, we will go elsewhere in a hurry. And bring our wizard and our mighty workings with us."

"I'd like to punish Jempjinga," I said.

"No, or not yet," said everyone else for several good reasons, like: contesting the greater nobility of a foreign city one is currently living in is a truly bad idea.

(And we explained to Arfaen how to use the insignia to write notes to each other secretly, too, so that we don't have to simply pet each others' heads -- or whatevers -- and hope the other understands. The notes, incidentally, are seen in a part of the visual field that is ordinarily not usable -- as if they were written behind your head, but you can somehow see them anyways. I will write them «like this».)

Our apporach to privacy

Phaniet:"That's not what bothers me. What bothers me is, is anyone scrying on us now?"

So we investigated, and, in fact, no fewer than five people were scrying on us. (Possibly more, if they were quite subtle about it.) Phaniet waved at them.

Me:"I'm certainly not going to put up with that."

I dragged Vae and Phaniet into my workshop, and sent Umbers to the section of the library which has been placed on a high shelf and the couch instructed to yell at the children if they ever try to go anywhere near it. (Not just the stuff that we keep on high shelves, of which we have more than actually fits on the high shelves, so we keep the more romantic or tedious ones on lower shelves and the more anatomical ones on higher shelves.)

Eighteen or nineteen hours later Vae and Phaniet and I trooped out of the workshop, and brought certain newly-constructed bits of equipment into one of the very unused parlors, and ... waited another while longer for Umbers, who had had only a little while for her chore. But she did come, with a basket of books and other supplies.

Umbers had selected the eighteen-volume collected works of a gentleRassimel pseudonymously known as "He Who Has Excavated And Flown". [Very loose translation. -bb. [I presume my translator has chosen that particularly bad translation as an euphemism for certain relevant activies. I neither understand nor approve of this choice. -sythyry]] In public, in Daukrhame some decades ago, he was a reasonably dignified and unremarkable baron, quite devoted to the proper ordering and prosperity of his town, and cultivating one or two side businesses -- making fine paper was one of them. In private, he skimmed the best paper from his business, and wrote and drew upon it. Extensively, and, after a few years, rather skillfully. And with a focus on certain specific themes. Some of them quite dear to me; Castle Wrong and Strayway are my, far less creative, expression of my devotion to those themes. Some of them were quite specifically anatomical: he was very fond of depicting partial and complete hypertrophies, and certain blurrings of species and gender boundaries, and certain activies not all of which are physically possible. In his old age, when tremors prevented him from writing much and drawing at all, and impending death rendered him more or less immune to caring much about popular opinion, he published at his own expense a chronological retrospective of his oeuvre.

I have two sets. (One because he was a friend of sorts and a notable, even beloved, member of the community, so I bought one rather quietly; and the other because I was so quiet about buying the first that Castle Wrong didn't know I had done, and bought me another for a birthday present.) I presume that my diligent and/or berserk clients who packed part of Castle Wrong's library into Strayway thought that, if I had two copies, it was an essential reference work and one copy should certainly accompany me to Srineia. It is not, by any means, the most extreme or exotic material in my collection -- and there are a few pictures that Mynthë and I found distinctly inspirational -- but it is certainly an excellent example of an obscure and specific Rassimel obsession in action, backed by plentiful money and time and even skill.

Oh, and most cisaffectionate people who even glance at a few pages, especially of the later volumes, request a large basin of water and coarse sand with which to scrub the memory from their psyche.

Umbers:"Here you are ... it's a bit ... well ... you remember what my job was before I came here? This is worse. You must never, ever let my former employer know that anyone likes anything like the contents of this book."

Me:"It's not that bad, really."

Phaniet:"Look at this." She opened the eighteenth volume at random.

Me:"Yes, I do know the general material ... Heavens, that's bigger than my entire body, though to be sure it is lovingly, even beautifully, portrayed. ... I hadn't actually read that far. Mynthë and I didn't get much past book five or six."

Phaniet:"And this...!" She flipped a page. "It's bigger than my entire body!"

Me:"So it is. Quite dramatic. Yes, this will do nicely, Umbers." Though I did later reserve the second book (less naive than the first, less devoutly exotic than the later ones) to read later on. I expect I will more be remembering reading it with Mynthë, and consequently mourning, than anything more fun. I do that once in a while.

Umbers:"Ooh. That's not half bad."

Phaniet:"No. It's 49% bad and 50% awful."

Umbers:"Well, I like it."

Me:"The artistic and erotic merits are not relevant. We are using it to provide a show to those who seek a show from us."

Conjuring in the Pink Tower

Then Vae and Phaniet and I did the last few things necessary. We produced a crowd of sentient illusions, and commanded them to read the seventeen volumes, and then to enact such scenes from them as could fit inside the parlor. And we arranged that scrying spells peering at Strayway would see the inside of the parlor, and nothing else, unless by an act of mighty sorcery and will the scryer were able to tear the focus away for a moment.

Phaniet:"And after watching that for a bit, even a mighty sorcerer might be rattled."

Umbers:"It's not that bad. Next time Inconnu wants to play, I'll bring him here for inspiration. Or intimidation. If he's inspired and not intimidated, he will deserve whatever use of my body he wants!"

Vae:"Not much of this day's labors shall I inscribe to Oixe."

Me:"Let's lock the parlor door. And leave the key next to it, for Umbers and anyone else who wants to watch. As long as nobody stumbles in on it without warning, I'm not too worried."

Comments

[slrose.livejournal.com]

LOL!

[shurhaian.livejournal.com]

I'm rather surprised to hear of a bookshelf on Strayway that ran out of room! And for it to be THAT sort of material...

...well, that appeals to me somewhat, indeed. Still! I'd have thought that any random bookshelf might well wind up able to hold the entire contents of the Vheshrame Academy library.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

THAT sort of material (defined broadly) is quite popular with much of the crew. Indeed, Inconnu seems to have devoted his life to it.

But I didn't do Locador things to the shelves. There's quite enoguh Locador around here as it is.

[shurhaian.livejournal.com]

Oh. I thought Locador might have been among those things that kind of happened on its own(crystallized?), if more specifically guided in some places.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

It might have been! I don't think it was though.

[shurhaian.livejournal.com]

Fair enough!

[Also; Is the mailing list still alive? My subscription has been pending since December or so.]

[calamitous-cani.livejournal.com]

(To my knowledge, the mailing list was set up by and administered by someone who's whereabouts are unknown on an email address that is no longer functional; it is as such not physically possible for any activity to happen on the mailing list. iirc, there is an lj community that is nowhere near as paradoxical and tragic.)

[rowyn]

Proving that, even if you don't like being spied upon, you do have a sense of humor. >:)

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

If this comes as an utter surprise, my translator is definitely not doing its job very well!

[rowyn]

I was thinking "proves to the people who are scrying upon you". Who may well be surprised! By ... something. Not necessarily that you have a sense of humour.

[shatterstripes.livejournal.com]

I started cackling when I worked out a more colloquial translation of that Rassimel's name into English. Because I'd already arrived at that name by considering the contents of his work.

[ edit for appropriately hypertrophied icon ]

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

[Don't tell Sythyry! I took a few more liberties in the translation than I usually do. I get to amuse myself once in a while, I think, not just the blue lizard. -bb]

[gavinfox.livejournal.com]

...OHHHHHH....

I figured it out!!

[yotogi.livejournal.com]

That is very possibly the best straight line Vae's ever uttered.

[kensan-oni.livejournal.com]

This reminds me of the first reaction I had to a certain series of Japanese Scrolls dealing with a sumo competition to see who was the biggest man... in a manner of speaking. Oh, those were funny. :D

[quoting-mungo.livejournal.com]

If, in Phaniet's opinion, that all is 49% bad and 50% awful, does that mean she finds it about 1% arousing?

I also find it rather endearing that Vae seems to be somewhat embarrassed about what she helped you do.


-Alexandra

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

I suspect more than 1%! But only Este and the other Cani in the room know for sure. And Vae, I suppose.

[kensan-oni.livejournal.com]

Well, depends on how you look at it. Bad and awful are not mutually exclusive labels. It could be that 98% of the 50% that was awful is also bad... which leaves 51% that could be awful and arousing (although maybe some of the bad is also arousing).

... so really, it depends. :D

*laugh*

[ysabetwordsmith.livejournal.com]

Yes, that sort of stunt works splendidly. People who snoop on others rarely hear or see things that please them.

Also, it would be prudent to place talking furniture outside the parlor to discourage children from entering, since the key is right there; or else to enchant the key so it can only be handled by adults.

[ionotter.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm. Apparently, a certain monster has been traveling between your world and ours.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

[Sythyry pins Bard down and attempts to get an explanation. Bard capitulates on threats of firebreath and tickling. -bb]

[gavinfox.livejournal.com]

"He Who Has Excavated And Flown" ... "He Who has Pitched and Caught"? To use one of the traditional sports euphemisms...? Or am I getting confused?

[gavinfox.livejournal.com]

it has come to my attention that I am dead wrong. Hrm. *goes to try and figure out a better translation*

[gavinfox.livejournal.com]

OH!!! I get it. *giggles* hehehehe

[foomf.livejournal.com]

Sentient illusions?

I hope, for their peace of mind, that they were conjured traff, or at least, not anchored to cisaffection.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Technically they are all of the same species. Appearance, for an illusion, counts for very little.

[terrana.livejournal.com]

Curious. For a sentient illusion, I'd expect appearance to be practically everything, since... well, there isn't anything much else to them.

[terrycloth.livejournal.com]

Is either Inconnu or Umbers enough of a corpador mage to take inspiration from these scenes literally? O.o

I imagine Vae is, but fortunately she seems disintrested.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

I certainly hope not. I daresay I'd be called upon to fix the ensuing damage.

[stormydragon.livejournal.com]

Is 'He Who Has Excavated and Flown' a translation for the World Tree equivalent of Acridotheres tristis?

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Ask my crazed translator.

[No. -bb]

[stormydragon.livejournal.com]

Ah, because if it were, then he'd be a Myna (Miner) Bird. ;>

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

My translator is whining and refusing to explain it. I therefore assume, based on nothing whatever, that it is an offer which I am currently unable to accept -- but thank you!

[stormydragon.livejournal.com]

Er, I'm not sure you'd want to accept an offer from me. I'd definitely be near the end of the book. ;>

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

I am mystified! What book is this? My translator suggests that your name is alphabetically fairly late in the relevant alphabet, and, therefore, the book may be a dictionary or a directory of voice-only arcane connections. I conjecture that it is a book of historical figures, arranged chronologically, and that you are still alive.

[The translator neglects to mention the 18-book set described elsewhere by the lizard. -bb]

[stormydragon.livejournal.com]

Awww! Your translator is no fun! ;>

[terrana.livejournal.com]

And thusly was a somewhat worrying amount about your fanbase revealed.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Incomprehensible and inadmissible, that a work about anthropomorphic animal characters with a distinct focus on romance, and, in particular, culturally-transgressive romance, should be of any interest whatsoever to furries!

[terrana.livejournal.com]

Funny, that.

[fringe-worthy.livejournal.com]

So, how constrained/malicious/clever are these elementals? Are they limited to exact reproduction of those books, or can they chose other figures to model from?

Is there a chance you'll be able to discover your spies as they blush and turn away from your most mighty and triumphant presence?

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

1. Not very constrained, not very intelligent. We will see what they do ... or, more likely, we will mostly refrain from seeing it.

[2. You got it, Fringe.]

[mattlazycat.livejournal.com]

It took me almost the whole paragraph to decode the "He who has excavated and flown" translation. You wicked little thing. I wholeheartedly approve.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

*grin*

[oh6.livejournal.com]

"I have two sets." is my favourite line, funny as it is in and out of context, although Vae's comment near the end is a close second.