Thursday, February 4, 2010
To know the enemy...
4:06 PM | Posted by
Warwriter Widow
Grim looked up from his breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon and saw George Whitney come up the stairs. “What’s somebody gotta do to get a cup of coffee around here?”
Grim smiled. “Pot’s right here.” He got a coffee cup and poured him a cup. “How do you take it?”
“Depends. Who made it?”
“I did.”
“Do you make good coffee?”
“Nope.”
“Lots of cream and sugar, then.”
Grim got a carton of light cream and the sugar bowl and set it before George, along with the coffee. “Have fun. Want anything to eat?”
“What do you have?”
“Whatever you want.”
“This a restaurant?”
Grim grinned. “You could say that.”
George took a sip of the coffee then practically poured the sugar bowl into the mug. "Got an everything bagel with chive cream cheese?"
"We got that." Grim went to the fridge, thought for a moment, then opened the door. He pulled out a plate with the bagel already sliced and cream cheese on the side. "We don't have a toaster, though."
George huffed. "That's pretty good."
Grim set the plate in front of George with a knife. "Cornucopia spell."
"Corna-what?"
Grim chuckled. "Cornucopia. Horn of Plenty."
George took a bite of the bagel. "What's with the wings? And you're black. You were blond the last time I saw you."
"This is how I used to look, when I did dark and evil things."
"You still do?"
"Hopefully not evil."
"One out of two ain't bad, I suppose." He ate the bagel thoughtfully. Grim continued with his breakfast for a short time, and George looked at Grim. "So how come you're going to kill this LeBeau bastard?"
"Got an hour?"
"I'm fucking serious." George set his bagel down and his eyes bored into Grim. "What do you need to kill him for?"
Grim started ticking off on his fingers. "He comes in here and starts acting like he's god. He's an arrogant and full of himself son of a bitch. He invited trouble. His "friends" treat the rest of us like shit. We got some son of a bitch from his group to invade our sanctuary. They fucked with Raina, fucked with Jack, fucked with their kids. And LeBeau's taking his sweet fucking time solving a problem that I would have figured out in less than 48 hours."
"Then why don't you?"
"Oh," Grim sounded lofty, "because my magic doesn't work with their tech."
"Then figure out how to work with their tech."
"Not as easy as--" He stopped suddenly. "Petite..." He tossed his plate in the sink with a clatter, and flew out of the kitchen.
Grim smiled. “Pot’s right here.” He got a coffee cup and poured him a cup. “How do you take it?”
“Depends. Who made it?”
“I did.”
“Do you make good coffee?”
“Nope.”
“Lots of cream and sugar, then.”
Grim got a carton of light cream and the sugar bowl and set it before George, along with the coffee. “Have fun. Want anything to eat?”
“What do you have?”
“Whatever you want.”
“This a restaurant?”
Grim grinned. “You could say that.”
George took a sip of the coffee then practically poured the sugar bowl into the mug. "Got an everything bagel with chive cream cheese?"
"We got that." Grim went to the fridge, thought for a moment, then opened the door. He pulled out a plate with the bagel already sliced and cream cheese on the side. "We don't have a toaster, though."
George huffed. "That's pretty good."
Grim set the plate in front of George with a knife. "Cornucopia spell."
"Corna-what?"
Grim chuckled. "Cornucopia. Horn of Plenty."
George took a bite of the bagel. "What's with the wings? And you're black. You were blond the last time I saw you."
"This is how I used to look, when I did dark and evil things."
"You still do?"
"Hopefully not evil."
"One out of two ain't bad, I suppose." He ate the bagel thoughtfully. Grim continued with his breakfast for a short time, and George looked at Grim. "So how come you're going to kill this LeBeau bastard?"
"Got an hour?"
"I'm fucking serious." George set his bagel down and his eyes bored into Grim. "What do you need to kill him for?"
Grim started ticking off on his fingers. "He comes in here and starts acting like he's god. He's an arrogant and full of himself son of a bitch. He invited trouble. His "friends" treat the rest of us like shit. We got some son of a bitch from his group to invade our sanctuary. They fucked with Raina, fucked with Jack, fucked with their kids. And LeBeau's taking his sweet fucking time solving a problem that I would have figured out in less than 48 hours."
"Then why don't you?"
"Oh," Grim sounded lofty, "because my magic doesn't work with their tech."
"Then figure out how to work with their tech."
"Not as easy as--" He stopped suddenly. "Petite..." He tossed his plate in the sink with a clatter, and flew out of the kitchen.
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