Acarus:Seagull of Myst by Salar | |
I began
the Acarus series as a result of a CC discussion with
Lemon-lime (among others). LL came in as cookiepants
(hence the ref) at one point and declared he wasnt going
to read any fanfic because he was too busy working on
Myst Island. I warned him that bad things happen to those
who pick on writers. There would be a story for him soon!
Yes, Acarus was my agent of doom. muahahahahaha! But right before the story was to be released, Eric A.(LL) relented and read some fan posts & stories and said nice things about them. So I decided Acarus would lose the first round after all. I liked the character, so Ive brought Acarus back periodically. |
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part 1 Acarus the seagull gulps and swallows in the brisk breeze that has formed over the rewritten Age of Myst island. There is an odd scent of fresh oils and soddering. On the wind there are the smells of solvent cleaners and a heady smell of forces electrical.. and beyond. Odd powers have been been at work of late. Gravity swells have been rising and falling.. One such spell knocked him senseless into the sides of that tower when he flew too close one day... Still food is always best near land.. and when there
are people to harass... (um..ask..) Acarus just can't
resist. Today there are human figures below... He swoops
in closer.. Voices can just be heard over the crashing
waves and clanking of metal. A group of men stand near
the old spaceship, now devoid of the careful deposits of
Acarus and his kin. He shrieks his dismay at its slippery
sides and swoops down...They are starting to take a lunch
break. A new programmer holding a Mountain Dew speaks, "Do you think it should fly, Rand? "What? In the game? Of course not! Save that for MudPie!" He tries again, waving a cookie as he speaks. Crumbs fall down his trousers as he goes on, "Do you think the Lyst has figured out that the Spaceship is using an electronic powered link to...." Rand quickly covers his younger colleagues mouth.. "Hush! They may be listening...." "But how???" Rand doesn't answer... Acarus was nearly at his other hand. With the quick reflexes of an expert Edge player, Rand moves the silver tool rapidly around and swats the offending Acarus on the tail feathers. The stunned bird spirals into ground near the side of the library. KKAAAIIIII--- PLLOMMPPHHH... dirty off-white feathers decorate the landscape... POOF!!! Rand watches the pile of dirty bedraggled feathers
wiggle. Satisfied that his correction was not damaging,
he returns to his sandwich, replacing the spanner in the
tool box. So little time until the reopening. There is so
much work to do. Still lunches are a necessity, if they
are to have enough energy to finish. (I will add the other episodes as I locate their hiding places :) |