[I do not feel good today. Insufficient amounts of rest wrapped around stress and body problems... don't worry about it (eye-twitch)... ... Which is really stupid, because this was one of my fave bits to put down in words. X3
I kept thinking; what is it that Zooble wants, exactly? If this were slice-of-life or plain drama, where would this go? And, also, what kind of bizarre visual metaphor can I tie in? ...
So, um, buckle up for whatever THIS is.
And see you on Friday. ;3 ]
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"All rise."
Everyone stood, as was custom. Folk of all kinds, all parts, ages and sizes, dotted the pews. Every color of the rainbow, every shape and description. A technicolored crowd of devotion and love.
"Brothers. Sisters. Siblings. Good morning!"
"Good morning, Father Horatio!" cheerfully answered the congregation.
"Indeed, a good morning it is. It is on this day that we open our doors to a new member of the Church of the Orb!"
A small cheer instantly rang up amongst the crowd. Many 'blesssed be's and 'Bubble-sent's, floated across the air, as though planned. Orchestrated. A reflex well-practiced by such a devoted group.
It had been three seasons since someone new had graced their humble hamlet. At least, this is what they had told her. She had only been there for a day or two, but there was… something she had to know. Something she needed to do..
She looked up from her seat on the pew. Behind the old man made of green and yellow plastic bits and gowned in blue, white and gold, was an extravagant stained glass window. The light shining in highlighted the visage of a strange, blue circle. A light blue bubble, with dark-blue eyes and a jaggedly-toothed mouth. The whole thing surrounded in concentric hallows of gold and white. It shined… sparkled in the morning light. It was… mesmerizing. Almost soothing… to the point of trance…
The priest held out a hand to her, as she had been seated close to the front. For this very reason. "… Zooble?"
As she stood up, a few small gasps came from the audience…
"Oh… The Stranger, that's right…"
"The Beast-Killer?"
"… Wow, they're staying?"
Zooble paid them no mind. She had her reasons. She needed this…
On the open stage beside the lectern, sat a tank. Large enough stand a grown person in and lay them down twice… A small set of stairs lead to it's top. The priest carefully, deftly guided Zooble up the steps and into the tank.
It roiled and churned and clattered at the addition. It still lightly unnerved Zooble that the tank was full of toy parts, but from where the feeling came from she did not know. Nothing but… these strange toy body parts, most whimsical and odd-shaped, but a few more-realistic and akin to every creature under the sun. Somehow as fluid and movable as water.
She stood waist-deep in the plastic pile, Father Horatio speaking to the crowd on the subjects of seasons and change. Death and rebirth. Wrath and forgiveness… … He slowly placed a squiggly hand over Zooble's face. She closed her eyes.
"… AND IN GOD'S NAME, BY HIS FOAMY PRESENCE AND LIGHT, CLEANSE THE ONE KNOWN AS ZOOBLE AND ABSOLVE HER OF HER SIN!"
And then down. Down she went. Into the soup of plastic, metal, and purification. Into the deep. Into the water.
