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KING OF NOWHERE ☲ randall flagg ([personal profile] flagg) wrote in [community profile] askandanswer2014-10-05 07:57 pm

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Friends. Countrymen.

[ A smiling man, a man lowering the hood of his jacket. A man with a U.S. army coat over that, old jeans, worn cowboy boots, and a beat up Boy Scouts backpack. He's almost like anyone but for a touch of something antiquated about his clothes and the way he talks.

That and the smile. ]


Will you tell me a story? A joke or two to while away the time? I am a man for wanderin', but this seems like a fine place to pull up a chair and take a breather. A fine, safe place, where a story or two could do no harm at all.

And if you like, why, I'll tell you one right back. That's only fair.
norea: (passerby ∞ still warm and breathing)

[personal profile] norea 2014-10-06 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ By contrast, the young lady nearby is dressed impeccably: heels, white pencil dress with glossy pearl buttons. Her head tilts just slightly, regarding the strange man with a mixture of something like surprise and unbridled curiosity. She does not touch anything around herself, though, and her hands are still at her sides. ]

All right. I'd love to. Are you ready?

[ A ghost of a smile, there, before she launches into her retelling. It's not her own story by any means, but she embellishes it, changes things to suit her own narrative. Now she becomes more animated, not quite brazenly theatrical, but she is an actress. It's hard not to inject more warmth at certain points, to drawl or pause when the moment suits. ]

A man encounters his former apprentice, once a future watchsmith, while out with his daughter. His former apprentice, Owen, who has been in love with the daughter for many years, overhears the man say to her that Owen has become obsessed with a project of some kind, and that it is an endeavor that will never come to anything; instead, the man praises the local blacksmith. Owen is briefly waylaid from his efforts by these comparisons, and resumes his former watchsmith apprenticeship, going on to become successful.

As the years pass, he returns to his secret project, becoming defensive and hostile, like a hermit. The other man's daughter visits him, and Owen briefly believes that she is different from the townsfolk who don't understand his mysterious work, but she marries the blacksmith. Owen separates from society completely, and well after her marriage, returns to town only once he has finished his invention.

He subsequently presents it to the watchsmith's daughter, now the blacksmith's wife, as a late wedding gift. By then, she has had a child, a boy. Together, they open the gift, and discover it is a perfect mechanical butterfly that flutters just like the real thing. It lands on the woman, and she stares at it in amazement for some time.

Her child reaches for it. Owen doesn't even mind, doesn't even try to stop the boy with his little fist wrapping around the delicate wings, and watches while the child accidentally crushes it in his hand. The longevity of the butterfly wasn't his dream, only that it ever existed.
Edited 2014-10-06 04:19 (UTC)
moralabsolutism: (Rorschach Underworld)

[personal profile] moralabsolutism 2014-10-06 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[The man with the black spots moving over his face stirs from where he's been leaning against a column. His voice is deep, raspy, and it sounds like he's unused to talking for any length of time.]

Heard joke once. Boy is crying because dog died. Mother tries to comfort him, says dog is in Heaven with God. Boy stops crying, looks at mother. Says, "What would God want with dead dog?"

[Well, he didn't say it would be a good joke, now, did he?]
moralabsolutism: (Rorschach Blind Alley)

[personal profile] moralabsolutism 2014-10-07 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[He's not used to making men laugh. Cringe in terror or scream in pain, yes. But humor is a new one for the vigilante. Maybe he should try it more often. He stares out at the man, eyes unblinking in his black-and-white face.]

Got one in return?
moralabsolutism: (Rorschach Little Caesar)

[personal profile] moralabsolutism 2014-10-08 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Hurm. [That's all the reaction Rorschach gives, without so much as a chuckle or a clap to indicate he's amused. However, his blots spread out in a wobbly pattern reminiscent of a smile before they disperse once more, though that might just be a coincidence.]

Good joke. [He eventually concludes after another long moment.]
moralabsolutism: (Rorschach Double Indemnity)

[personal profile] moralabsolutism 2014-10-09 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He's pleased when Flagg refers to it as his face and not a mask, as most people incorrectly do. For that, he gets an actual answer rather than the usual laconic responses.]

Made it. From a very unique fabric. Two layers, with black 'n white fluids inside. They move but never mix. Like what I see in the mirror better now.
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[personal profile] moralabsolutism 2014-10-14 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[It's only now that Rorschach is getting the inkling that this man he's talking to may be crazier than a bag of cats. Guess it's harder to distinguish when the superhero isn't exactly all there himself.

He actually turns around and glances behind himself when Flagg makes the motion in his direction. He sees nothing there and so looks back, head cocked in a questioning manner.]


Might mingle but never mix.
wontturntofoam: a smug face (Default)

[personal profile] wontturntofoam 2014-10-10 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
No, you must tell me a story. In exchange, I'll whisper a secret in your ear.

[Aka: In exchange I will unsuccessfully attempt to drown you maybe.]
wontturntofoam: a man glancing down with interest (Interesting.  Give it here...)

[personal profile] wontturntofoam 2014-10-10 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Shrieky frowns, seeming to consider Flagg's consideration.]

Since I only know the secrets that I know, I cannot tell you how they measure against the ones that are kept secret from me.

But, I certainly have always found them to be sufficiently mysterious and occupying.
Edited 2014-10-10 01:55 (UTC)