|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- WEAVER--CUP 11--"PRIME CANDIDATE" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Weaver  ||  -------> (Cup SRwv011, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "Hmm." Daptin said. "Okay--let me weigh my options. This Red Archer Booze--she seems like the prime candidate to be the 'devil' of this world, to put it simply. It's funny--I created this world, yet I have this incredible desire for a personification of evil. I'm pretty sure it's so I can have the burden of supplying both the good AND evil of this world off my shoulders. Oh man. I'm tired. But isn't that screwed up? Like I'm happy there's this evil woman, just so I can anoint her the ultimate force of evil in my Land? Huh." "Pretty fucked-up, dude." I said. And it was. The thought of Booze becoming some sort of goddess didn't sit too well with me. I'd rather just see Daptin kill her or something. "Yeah." Daptin said, looking like he was drifting away in thought. "Yeah. So why don't you go back to sleep and, um, well actually I'm feeling a lot of distress from Treyess. I think she's worried about you--worried that Booze did something to you. Maybe you should go to her now." "Yeah I guess. I didn't think of that. You know, that she'd think that. But it makes sense. Okay. So I'll drive--or sail or whatever--over there and see what's up. And, and I may as well, y'know, we may as well start heading out toward the Urbandersnacheron as soon a possible, right?" "Well yeah--but you want to weave another Warhome first, right?" "Oh yeah. I forgot. Yeah, so I guess we'll have to spend tomorrow doing that. It takes a while. I guess you already know that." "Indeed. So let's leave it at this--go back there, propose the course of action to them--to weave another Warhome, and drive both across the sea to the Urbander, then leave one with Quids." "Okay. But uh--I don't know. What if I have trouble with Booze?" "Well, I know that's a problem, but I really want to get her here. So if it's at all possible, please do bring her. I'm sorry if it's going to cause you trouble, but I'd really appreciate it." "No problem. Her main thing is pleasure, anyway--maybe at the expense of all else--but nonetheless relatively harmless. I guess." "Okay. So I'm going back to bed. I need a lot of sleep these days, you know. I'm sure a bunch of others will be in contact with you tomorrow--make sure to have one of them get me when you're back there and working on the other Warhome--I may want to talk to this Red Archer Booze over the Warhome comm." "Okay, Daptin." "Okay then. I'm glad you're back in the loop. I would have sent someone to find you, but it would have taken a long time--I couldn't pinpoint your location, I just knew it generally. And that's the problem with the Urbander, too. But I'm getting a clearer picture--I should be able to get you within scanner range." "Cool." "Good night, then." "Good night." "Okay--I'll give you back to Nevrippa." Great. "See? He's not so bad, for a God." Nevrippa said. "Nope." I responded. "So you got it all figgered out, kid?" "I don't know. I don't know what's happening anymore." "Join the club." "Uh-huh." "So get to it, Princy! Time's a wastin'!" "Okay. Gotta set sail. Talk to you later." "Cool. See you soon." The screen went dark. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----