And One Became Two...Idiots

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[urskekyagvi]

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Oc Bios: YagVi the Crystal Curator/UrVi the Dreamer/SkekYag the Geologist YagVi: YagVi was born to the UrSkek homeworld when SatNam, Elde

[urskekyagvi]

' I am told the Gelfling give tithes to certain figures today so I must give you this, " skekLi quickly forced a bundle into the Geologist's claws for fathers day. ( ros-muse-surplus aka ro-has-too-many-muses aka ro changed her URL too many times help )

SkekYag didn’t know what to think, until the bundle had been shoved into his hands and the words finally registered in his head. Even after that he blinked for a moment, then gazed down at the present. A smile was twitching near the corners of his mouth and eyes, one which he valiantly tried to fight, but it was a battle he was losing.

“…Well, thank you.” He said softly.

[urskekyagvi]

SkekYag was sharper than SkekLi could have guessed; he may not have always been so, (especially when the perception would have been needed most, some might say), but there were times when the gift of observation became his own. He tilted his head to the left, allowing his monocle to catch the light so that he could better see the scratches on SkekLi's hands. He nodded, taking one of them in his own to get a closer look.

"...Yes, you did very well on these," he said softly (as soft as flint on metal, rather), "well indeed...but mind your hands, next time. We wouldn't want you to lose a claw, would we?"

He released him, and with only a slight moment of hesitance moved out of the threshold, allowing the skekling entry into his abode.

"Sure. I haven't yet eaten, so I suppose I could benefit from something in my gullet, if you're willing to share."

He was in a lighter mood than usual, that was for certain: the youngling seemed to have softened his stone heart.

[urskekyagvi]

' I am told the Gelfling give tithes to certain figures today so I must give you this, " skekLi quickly forced a bundle into the Geologist's claws for fathers day. ( ros-muse-surplus aka ro-has-too-many-muses aka ro changed her URL too many times help )

SkekYag didn't know what to think, until the bundle had been shoved into his hands and the words finally registered in his head. Even after that he blinked for a moment, then gazed down at the present. A smile was twitching near the corners of his mouth and eyes, one which he valiantly tried to fight, but it was a battle he was losing.

"...Well, thank you." He said softly.

[urskekyagvi]

The Geologist wasn't entirely certain regarding the nature of the gesture, but at least it didn't seem suspicious- SkekLi had no obvious ulterior motive for offering the gift. Besides, the skekling hadn't acted in any way thus far to necessarily break SkekYag's frail trust...and further, he was genuinely touched that the Satrist would want to give him anything, especially on a day such as this.

He shrugged and began to unwrap the gift. Underneath, there was a set of stone cups- crudely carved, as if chipped from the rock with not much else than claws and teeth. SkekYag picked one up, turning it over in his hand to observe the craftsmanship from all angles. They weren't priceless works of art by any means, but they would function.

Despite himself a chirp escaped, one that he was quick to cover by clearing his throat. He gently placed the cup back into the wrapping with the others.

"These will do quite nicely for drinking, and will match the plates you gave me well. Thank you for the gift, Satrist. It's...appreciated."

He paused, then patted SkekLi on the head.

"You did very well on these. Perhaps you could become a stonemason someday."

[urskekyagvi]

SkekSo: "We have your son, Geologist."

SkekYag: "I don't have a son."

SkekSo: "Then who's in my castle playing the hurdy gurdy and telling lame jokes?"

SkekYag, panicked: "BY THE CRYSTAL, YOU HAVE SKEKLI!"

[urskekyagvi]

' I am told the Gelfling give tithes to certain figures today so I must give you this, " skekLi quickly forced a bundle into the Geologist's claws for fathers day. ( ros-muse-surplus aka ro-has-too-many-muses aka ro changed her URL too many times help )

SkekYag didn't know what to think, until the bundle had been shoved into his hands and the words finally registered in his head. Even after that he blinked for a moment, then gazed down at the present. A smile was twitching near the corners of his mouth and eyes, one which he valiantly tried to fight, but it was a battle he was losing.

"...Well, thank you." He said softly.

[skeksisthree]

Drabble.

2k words - now i must sleep. 

it was a cheerful morning, very warm but not too warm. there was a gathering in a semi-circle with urGoh and skeGra standing before them. “ Welcome…to the… Support…” urgoh started his greeting, slowly knowing that Gra would eventually finish his sentence. “ Support group! Welcome to the support group! ” Gra shouted as he raised his hands dramatically. “ We…are all… here… becaus- ” “ Because we have sided with the rebellion! ” the group murmured a bit to themselves as they sat in pairs. a skeksis and their mystic other half nearby or in Li’s case, closest to skekGra but across the way from urLii would was on the side of urGoh. this was because they were the problem children and had to be closest to their ’ teachers’. “We don’t know why we’re even here. We are awful skeksis, wouldn’t it be better for us not to exist? ” skekLi murmured, proving why he was in this position in the first place. “ That is true. You did try to kill a gelfling.” urLii said. he did not hide the smirk on his face. “ See! I tried to kill a GELFLING! I deserve NOTHING! ” skekLi cried out dramatically. urGoh turned and peered at the younger mystic. “ urLii, you …. stop…th-” “ What about skekSa? ” ursan piped up. “ Hey… What about me? ” skekSa said, turning to look down at her mystic half accusingly. “ You tried to kill a lot of Gelfling. ” urSan said nonchalantly. “ Yes.., But, I… it was for the greater go-” “ See, Skeksis are awful. All the Gelfling think so! I hear them saying all the time that all the skeksis are horrible and that skeksis should die…” “ Uhn… You should stop… ” skekGra shouted nervously. “ You are all starting to piss off urGoh. ” “ Ohhh? What will urGoh do with we’re naughty? Spank us? ” urSol spoke up, looking at the Wanderer with a knowing grin. what followed is far to grim and dramatic to put into words. needless to say, the interruptions stopped afterward.

“ Okay, Gelfling! We need to plot now if we’re going to kill all the evil skeksis! ” skekLi said cheerfully as he walked up on the Gelfling who were gathered together. everyone was silent for a moment and Kylan spoke the obvious truth. “ You’re a skeksis…? ” skekLi turned and peered at the small Gelfling. “Yes, she’s a Drenchen, ” he said, pointing to Naia. “ He’s a grotton! ” he said, pointing to Amri who was leaning against a crutch and smirking at the scene. entertainment came so infrequently in the Rebellion camp. “ And You,” he pointed at Kylan with a scowl that slowly turned into a very forced grin. “ Are a Spiriton with a big mouth! ” he chirped. The girls were unable to hold back their laughter at this. Kylan frowned as he was mocked again. skekLi had been trying to befriend him lately but he was not sure the skeksis knew how that worked at all. “ Anyway, Back to plotting to kill me and my people now, Yes? ”

later on , the Gelfling gathered around the fire and Kylan let out a sigh. “ Say, we’re not really… going to kill them right? ” he asked, looking very worried about this topic. if not for the grim expression on his face, they would have laughed when they replied “ Of course, not! ”  he sighed. “ We agree, right? We’re not going to kill skekGra or skekSa? ” he asked. “ No. I like them too much. ” Deet said, shaking her head so hard that her hair went all over the place. “ And… not even skekLi? ” he wondered, looking around the room at them. he paused suddenly and tensed up. 

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A fanfic for the Day 1 Prompt, Riddles

SkekLi is again bored and irate, even more so because urLii is being a sore winner (in this Skeksis' opinion). He cleverly manages to get urLii to talk to him again, but what was meant to be a simple attempt to entertain himself takes a much darker turn than expected.

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[urskekyagvi]

" UrLii, when will you realize we are right? " skekLi " Poor little spiders friends , " ( ro-has-too-many-muses )

urLii turned to his Other, tilting his head to one side so the various trinkets in his mane gently clinked together.

"When did we ever renounce you as wrong?" urLii said, "No one has done anything wrong- only what is according to their nature and character; in that regard, the Arathim have no need to explain themselves."

He raised his brows above the rims of his spectacles- perhaps archly, though his calm would have made that observation questionable.

"...What is your nature, SkekLi?"

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[urskekyagvi]

" Geologist,rejoice. We come with gifts! " ro-has-too-many-muses

SkekYag blinked awake from the trance he had been in, entirely focused upon his notes. The Satrist’s voice had that sort of shrill way of knocking one out of their thoughts to a sort of vocal fanfare; no matter. He would deal with him, and then get back to his studies. He adjusted his monocle, eyes still a little foggy after being so long under strain.

“Hm? Gifts? Rejoicing?”

“Rejoice” wasn’t something the Geologist did by any means. Gifts he could accept, but it would take more than that to get him any length of exuberant.

[urskekyagvi]

SkekYag was surprising himself in degrees the reveal of the gift never could have; he hadn't smiled like this in what felt like eons...but then again, he hadn't felt like this in eons, either. He snorted, an amused rather than disdainful sound for once, and nodded.

"I do. I really do."

It was the intention behind the gift that really warmed him. The Satirist had made these plates with his own claws, a gift of thanks for the shelter SkekYag had offered that one night. At SkekLi's faltering he snorted- for once in amusement rather than disdain.

"Oh, come now," he said, "I know my home isn't nearly as opulent as the castle, and 'lovely' is an adjective more embellishment than truth...but I think I understand what you mean. You're welcome."

That was a turn of phrase also nearly alien to Skeksis vocabulary- at least, if said with the inflection in tone the Geologist used. Usually there was a hint of smug superiority in the word, along with an unspoken contract between the two speakers- 'you now owe me'- but not so here. The way SkekYag said it, without the slight hiss at the end of the word, it sounded...genuine.

Yet another strange impulse he allowed from himself, but even more strangely, he didn't mind.

[urskekyagvi]

" SkekYag, w-I want to talk with you about something." skekLi said in a soft, nervous tone of voice. ( hurdygurdyskeksis )

Oh? The little Satrist wanted something of him? Well, the Geologist hadn’t the amenity of a valid excuse to weasel his way out of this one. He might as well indulge the fellow.

He turned to him, adjusting his monocle with a loud sniff of slight disapproval; not that SkekLi had done anything this particular instant to earn his disapproval, that was just how SkekYag looked at everyone.

“Well? What is it? You wanted my time and you have it. Use it wisely,” he growled, almost sardonically.

[urskekyagvi]

SkekYag took another bite of the porridge, chewing thoughtfully.

"'Come back' ? Where are you running off to now?"

He didn't care, really (or so he told himself), and it didn't matter anyway, it being none of his business, but still some part of him was curious enough to be vocal. Possibly SkekLi had not meant for him to hear his mumbling, but hundreds of trine underground had heightened his hearing. He snorted, shaking his head.

"An annoying trait, but it doesn't hurt them as much as you would think; they can see in the dark, you know, and are more clever than just blundering about waiting to fall into some hole."

Was that what all surface dwellers thought of his little clan, then? Or was that an example of the typical Skeksis chauvinism?- Whatever it was, SkekYag did not care for it. He puffed his chest out a little, preparing himself for giving a thorough lecture to the little, clearly uneducated skekling.

"The Grottan can see the sky through the Sanctuary, and during Daylighting excursions besides- in addition, in the Tomb of Relics they hold all of the knowledge of the ages; they can simply search their books for any answers they may require upon the surface world; not that they need the surface. They are very self-sufficient."

Anyone could tell from his tone that he held at least a shred of affection for the clan. He knew he did, it was pointless to hide it, his pride in them was too great to repress. At SkekLi's attempt at imparting wisdom he snorted, feathers flaring up again in slight irritation- though he knew there was credit to it; perhaps because their was credit to it.

"I know that!" He snapped, "Do you think I've lived this long without learning? Their lives are short, why do you think I hole myself up in this corner, barely known to them anymore?"

It was the truth, and it was painful, and maybe that's why SkekYag ultimately chose to drop it to be forgotten altogether. The topic wandered back to food, and SkekYag shrugged, not disdainfully.

"I suppose. No good letting it go to waste. But don't get ahead of yourself: you may have a talent in the kitchen, but you have much to learn yet."

He poked SkekLi's nose in a gesture that was almost playful and then tore into the dish again. He finished it rather quickly and tossed the plate and spoon into a bucket nearby with a loud rattling noise- a miracle the wares had not broken!

[skeksisthree]

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[urskekyagvi]

" Geologist,rejoice. We come with gifts! " ro-has-too-many-muses

SkekYag blinked awake from the trance he had been in, entirely focused upon his notes. The Satrist’s voice had that sort of shrill way of knocking one out of their thoughts to a sort of vocal fanfare; no matter. He would deal with him, and then get back to his studies. He adjusted his monocle, eyes still a little foggy after being so long under strain.

“Hm? Gifts? Rejoicing?”

“Rejoice” wasn’t something the Geologist did by any means. Gifts he could accept, but it would take more than that to get him any length of exuberant.

[urskekyagvi]

SkekYag was miffed that the little skekling should just barge into his home, but before he could properly object to it the box was thrust into his hands; he held onto it with some skepticism. A gift could mean several different things, if gifted by a skeksis, and none of them good; but SkekLi thus far hadn't truly gave SkekYag any cause for concern. Perhaps he could trust this.

It was a little heavy, but not too much so. He tilted his head, curiosity beginning to win over his caution. A claw reached up, prodded at the wrapping. Nothing very elaborate, just cloth, simple and humble; that in itself boded well. No one of the court would give a superficial gift with strings attached without tawdry ornament.

Finally his patience gave way and he began to open the gift. The meager covering came undone, falling to the floor, and then after it the top of the box. He blinked, staring for a moment at the contents. Tablets...? Stone tablets...?

No, plates. SkekYag stood staring at them for a bit, unsure, and yet...

SkekLi had made these himself. They were not finest quality, being somewhat unpolished and crude, and yet the thought behind the gift, the pure intention, shone so clear. He was taken aback for a moment, unable to process the small kindness. Finally his beak opened again, a strange thing happening to his face...like...smiling.

"...Thank you," he said, "I...I love them."

And to his great surprise, he found he really meant it. SkekLi had gone through effort and pains to give him something so thoughtful; of course SkekYag would love it, as crude as it was.

[urskekyagvi]

" SkekYag, w-I want to talk with you about something." skekLi said in a soft, nervous tone of voice. ( hurdygurdyskeksis )

Oh? The little Satrist wanted something of him? Well, the Geologist hadn’t the amenity of a valid excuse to weasel his way out of this one. He might as well indulge the fellow.

He turned to him, adjusting his monocle with a loud sniff of slight disapproval; not that SkekLi had done anything this particular instant to earn his disapproval, that was just how SkekYag looked at everyone.

“Well? What is it? You wanted my time and you have it. Use it wisely,” he growled, almost sardonically.

[urskekyagvi]

'Friends?' That's what the Satrist thought they were, now? SkekYag had been generous thus far, but only to a certain extent: he wasn't exactly known for his kind, amiable nature. Really the little skekling was a fool if he thought the Geologist was his friend; but then, SkekYag hadn't expected much from SkekLi to begin with.

Still, he let him have that much without consequence. Personal space was something the Geologist valued quite highly himself, and he wouldn't compromise his own just to pester the little thing. He conceded to his request with a silent nod, then moved along to stirring the contents of his plate with his spoon once it had been shoveled on.

It didn't look very appetizing, but the smell was alright. He sniffed it again, as if ensuring it truly was edible. He responded again to SkekLi's words, trying to put off eating the stuff as much as possible.

"Hm? Yes, yes, I can do that. Tomorrow at night is quite fine by me- that's usually when I make my supply runs anyway. You are quite right to not want to get caught up by a swarm of Grottan. They are insatiably curious."

The last he said with a note of disgust, though there was something playful in it. He didn't hate the little gelfling after all, he just preferred solitude. He picked at the substance on his plate again, cautiously scooping some onto his spoon. He sniffed it, but still delayed the inevitable:

"Daylighters- surface dwellers. Anyone who lives above ground, anyone who is not a Grottan. For example: 'Those Daylighters and their Three Brothers. Aren't they worried that one might fall?' "

He often forgot that everyone might not be familar with the subterranean jargon he used nowadays, but he wasn't above explanation; he wasn't like SkekOk, who just spat out words without knowing half of what he was saying, or SkekTek, who misused words only to give the impression of genius when it suited him. He was better than that.

Finally, he could hold it off no more. He sighed, and swallowed the bite. A look of surprise covered his usually grim features.

"...This is good," he said, as if unable to believe it himself.

[urskekyagvi]

" Geologist,rejoice. We come with gifts! " ro-has-too-many-muses

SkekYag blinked awake from the trance he had been in, entirely focused upon his notes. The Satrist's voice had that sort of shrill way of knocking one out of their thoughts to a sort of vocal fanfare; no matter. He would deal with him, and then get back to his studies. He adjusted his monocle, eyes still a little foggy after being so long under strain.

"Hm? Gifts? Rejoicing?"

"Rejoice" wasn't something the Geologist did by any means. Gifts he could accept, but it would take more than that to get him any length of exuberant.

[urskekyagvi]

" SkekYag, w-I want to talk with you about something." skekLi said in a soft, nervous tone of voice. ( hurdygurdyskeksis )

Oh? The little Satrist wanted something of him? Well, the Geologist hadn’t the amenity of a valid excuse to weasel his way out of this one. He might as well indulge the fellow.

He turned to him, adjusting his monocle with a loud sniff of slight disapproval; not that SkekLi had done anything this particular instant to earn his disapproval, that was just how SkekYag looked at everyone.

“Well? What is it? You wanted my time and you have it. Use it wisely,” he growled, almost sardonically.

[urskekyagvi]

SkekLi's request did not go unheard. The Geologist's talons coiled into their palms, the many rings clinking together with a soft noise that was almost contrite; but his expression remained as grim as ever. It was strange that SkekLi would even dare to request such a thing as personal space from the Geologist, without harsh words or even a verbal threat to show that territory had been breached; strange, and perhaps dangerous. Either SkekLi no longer knew the protocol, or he felt safe enough with SkekYag to relinquish a polite request.

SkekLi's next statement was only a contridiction, a nothing that fell lightly on his ear. He knew he wouldn't need much strength nor cunning to rid himself of this little pest; he only was alive now- undoubtedly- because of the law SkekSo had put in place to protect his own hide, or maybe because in some small way he was considered a useful idiot or entertainment. SkekYag almost pitied him.

He felt a few venom-laden sarcastic responses building, but did not use them. There was no point in making SkekLi any more uncomfortable than he already was. Instead he folded his arms behind his back, choosing to focus on the latter remark.

"No need, I have plates aplenty...though if you insist, there is a rather nice quarry some distance off from here- abandoned since time almost immemorial- where you might find good enough specimens for such a project...It's a fascinating place, where the Grottans used to mine for materials to trade with the Daylighters before they were forgotten-"

As he spoke on the subject, one of his passions, he felt his excitement building- he couldn't prevent it from seeping into his tone, from making his eyes shine brighter than normal. Even his tail wagged some underneath his cloak, sending it this way and that.

"-It's rich with history, and fine mineral deposits, too. I could take you there sometime, if you want. Show you around..."

He closed his beak shut upon the last sentiment, his tail going still with his words; he was shocked to find he had meant them. He looked back into the fire, trying to regain any composure he could; did he really think SkekLi would be sticking around that long? He had been allowing his wariness to slip too far.

"...That is, if you could spare the time."

He let this last remark come out as sarcastic as usual, though he couldn't entirely suppress his hope- it leaked out into his voice, tainting it with a light edge.