|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- TO VIXENWAY--CUP 2--"DUSK/FLURRY MODE" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  To Vixenway  ||  -------> (Cup SRtv002, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Speeding along, Fluffy felt a great surge of emotion, and teardrops began mingling with the little dying snowflakes on her face. Her utter theft of Tanner's innocence in the lather. But was he? Was he an innocent? There was no answer. Deeper into nothing she rode, bursting out into total crying, glad there was no one around to see. She felt an awakening, as if she'd been asleep for hundreds of years, and only now opening her eyes. Her life as a goddess--always engaged in coolness, politicking, sex, one-upmanship, collecting, decorating. And ignoring life. Or maybe--real life was something she couldn't experience. But she knew--she knew--that she had been truly alive at some point. Beyond the 315-year barrier? Yeah. That sounded right. But if she was really so deceived, what did that say about her? How could a deity be so fooled? Even, even this being a possibility, a plausible alternative to her baseline world view--this was scary. This was devastating. Daptin Gone. She'd met him a few times. He was definitely similar to Tanner, but Daptin seemed so much more... together. Fluffy envied Spanking New Sarah and her relationship with Daptin. That was why... She knew that Tanner lusted after her. In an earnest, youthful, fresh way. If she couldn't have a Daptin, she could have a Tanner. And so she did. And it lead to this--running away. Running away from everything. Speeding along at 90 or 100 mph, Fluffy noticed it wasn't getting any darker. Or lighter. Forever dusk--yeah, that was one aspect of this place. She seemed to remember that far down this road were buildings--maybe something like an abandoned ski resort. She could stay there for as long as she needed. She had artifacts to provide all the food, clothing, shelter, and comfort she'd need, no matter what, even if there were no buildings to be found. Away from Agoopish. She needed a mortal to get through to Boltpike, even though she was better at handling the crossovers than most of her pantheonic brethren. She used one of Von Beable's protoges, Lofercomfan. The girl was good enough--going to Boltpike was no big deal. Fluffy even considered trying it on her own-- it was possible, if a supreme test of skill and willpower. But with the motorcycle and everything, it just wasn't worth the risk. Where was this place, anyway? This devastating limbo. It must have been in Boltpike, right? No crossovers, that's for sure. Space was all screwed up in Boltpike. But this place--maybe it held some secrets? She knew she'd been here before, but what were the specifics? Who came with her? What was she doing? As she rode on, the snow began to get heavier. Funny, she thought, that something was changing here. For some reason she thought the whole place was infinitely stuck in the dusk/flurry mode. But now it was really coming down. The visibility as it was becoming, she might have slowed down. If there were the possibility of something else being on the road, which there wasn't. Or at least, it seemed unlikely. Soon all Fluffy could see was a white vortex. But she didn't slow down. She sped up. She maxxed the throttle. Daring? Maybe, but she knew that even a dead collision with a rock wall wouldn't harm her much. Might even feel good. Then she began to laugh a crazy laugh. Things were going to change. She could feel it. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----