Twu lub blooms.

[kippurbird]

Ahh... so Triscuit is off to kill things. Where before he had been frozen unable to move, this time he leaps off the hill and twirls his body around in mid air -making me think of those ice skaters - and kills the two Minions very easily. Now the question is this. Why is he able to kill the two Minions very easily when it's just for some random girl who might be dead, but not able to kill Kludge when his father's life is at stake? Just ponder this for a moment. Kludge gave him a sword and did nothing except kill your father or I'll kill him messily. Triscuit HAD the sword in his hands and he did NOTHING except stand around with his mouth open to catch flies. Now that he has to rescue girl who may not be alive he's able to easily kill TWO minions. Why? Plot Contrivance. If Triscut kills daddy he has Angst. If Triscut rescues girl he's a hero. And in no point did Triscuit go though a change of experience or a "I can do this sort of thing" where he meets a challenge similar to the Minions. He just does it.

Also Newcomb says, "colorless vitreous humor" which is in reference....*checks Medical Dictionary* to the gooey stuff in the eye. Who actually uses vitreous humors unless they're writing in medical journals? I mean at Triscuit's world level of technology they wouldn't even have a word for that besides like maybe gooey stuff from behind the eye. Then he notices the shiny throwing Xena Wheel and decides to keep it. And that must be his THIRD weapon that the Prophecy was talking about. Never mind the fact that he has no idea how to use it. I mean it takes the Minions years to learn how to use it properly. But it doesn't matter, he'll be able to use it just fine because he's the Chosen One.

He goes down to the Wheels of Misfortune and takes a gander at the dead people. Where upon...

Upon reaching the wheel, he found himself look up at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The long blond hair that hung down between the spokes of the wheel was thick and lustrous, and amazing combination of colors that resembled corn tassels laced with the palest of honey. The similarly colored eyebrows were long and arching; he imagined her eyes were blue. She had a slim straight nose; pink lips, and Tristan could see the dried rivulets of tears that had run from her eyes, then onto her cheeks, and down onto the ground.

Apparently Lillith has all been forgotten and we have a new contender for the DLI.

There are trophies of the dead angel people hanging in the bushes. Their clipped off wings all preserved and displayed. This makes Triscuit Mad and his endowed blood rose and strangled him much like when Grunthos the Flatulent's own major intestine, in a desperate attempt to save humanity, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain.

We should be so lucky.

It turns out beautiful Angel is not dead, which the confirm when Triscuit pokes her in the foot with the tip of his sword. As opposed to... checking to see if she's breathing. They get her down from her wheel. Her eyes are, just as Triscuit thought, blue. Sapphire blue to be exact. She panics when she sees Triscuit thinking that he's a Minion. Then she becomes in awe of him. See he doesn't have wings and that is amazing. There is lots of remarking about her beauty.

Her name is Narrissa of the Galliplai. They take her with them because they can't leave her there. Also she hasn't been raped yet apparently. I find that one hard to believe, but what do I know?

So, they ride off and all of a sudden Angel girl feels the need to go somewhere. Because of a Gallipolai myth. Angel wants Triscuit to take her because she trusts him, but not Dwarf and Earwig, so he tells them that she needs to take care of some Female Problems.

They're going to a gravesite where the dead angel people bury themselves. I'm not really sure how that works. But she has to say "the words".

"The ones handed down through the generations. The secret words each Gallipolai learns in childhood, against the day they might be condemned to the wheel and somehow survive. The words the Minions of Day and Night know nothing of. Although our wings and hair may turn, deep inside we are still Gallipolai. And the legend says that none of use, even those whose coloring has turned, has ever divulged the secret. For they remain Galipolai first and Minion second."

Why do they have a myth and legend? Why? How would they even know about the dead burying themselves if none of them survive the wheel to tell anyone? I mean, it's a wonderful idea and everything, but how do they know about this pull that will take them to the grave site if it's never happened before?

In any case, as logic hardly matters here. She says the words, which are hardly at all impressive "Show yourselves so that you may be freed" and they start seeing tiny glowing lights in amber and silver. I'm thinking these are their souls that went and buried themselves in the ground until someone came by and said you can go now. The glowy lights then bless the two of them.

It is now time for us to depart this world, and go to another. But know this: Wherever the two of you may go, or whatever you may do, you will always be bound in your hearts by your act of kindness this night. For it is only the good that holds beings together, and only the evil that tears them apart, and in this we thank you for your charity, your courage and offer to you our blessings."

And love and happiness will over flow the rivers and the bunnies will piss rainbows and life is all fluffy cotton candy while the evil people will all die because they're bad and mean. Please deposit your donations in the tray that's being passed around.

I feel all sparkly now.

Whee!

So, Triscuit and Angel go back to Earwig and Dwarf and have a heart to heart talk. She asks all about him and he asks all about her. And yes, she's a virgin because Minions are forbidden to have sex with them.

Finally she makes Trisicut promise to return for her so that they can explore their feelings for each other. Because they need to plant their love and let it grow.

Comments

[pandoras-closet.livejournal.com]

In regards to the humors thing, Shakesphere contemporaires (bear in mind I'm going from what I remember from a playbill I read nearly fifteen years ago) humors were sort of evil spirits or some such that inhabited the body. Different humors produced or were caused by various moods and condition of the body. I got the impression that the term had been around a while. It might be doable in the context of the world. Not sure.

[notadoor.livejournal.com]

The humors are actually four bodily fluids (blood, black bile, yellow bile, phlegm) -- the ancient Greeks theorized that people had a tendency towards one or another, which would dictate their personality. If your fluids got out of balance, you would get sick -- hence bloodletting, they were trying to remove some of the blood so your humors would balance out again.

I'm pretty sure Wiki has a good article on it, but I've not actually checked.

[kippurbird.livejournal.com]

Yes, humors were. Vitreous humors are an actual medical term for the goo in the eye, however, as opposed to the humors that balanced out the body etc.

[the-norseman.livejournal.com]

I use humoral theory in my writings too, since most fantasy writers have a tendency to either go "MAGIC!" or "Weirdly 20th Century Medicine".

[kippurbird.livejournal.com]

I have no idea what I use. It's never come up.

[the-norseman.livejournal.com]

I love ancient medicine so much that I made sure it'd come up!

[dove-cg.livejournal.com]

Can you answer a few questions of mine then? Did bloodletting EVER actually help any of the patients they used it on? It must have or they would have given up on it entirely... So how? How did it actually help, if at all? :I

[the-norseman.livejournal.com]

There are a few diseases that are still treated with bloodletting, but they're very rare. Most major hospitals still maintain a phlebotomist though.

As for the rest it boils down to four points:

1. It can reduce a fever.
2. It's a muscle relaxant/analgesic, useful if you need to twist limbs back into shape.
3. People often enjoy the feeling they get after being bled. Talk to people who give blood today.
4. It gave them something to do, something visible and obvious.

However it was not universally practised, and the amount of blood drawn varied enormously with time and place. Generally it was worse in the late 18th and early 19th Centuries, and the worst of the worst was the new born United States.

This is getting a bit long though so we'd probably have to pick a different venue if you have more questions.