Love Crafted Chapter Eight

Dusting is easy. So easy.

Its a wonder mortals have a difficult ti with it. You swish-swish the broom across the wooden planks of the floor, sending bits of dust scurrying across the floor in little waves. Theres hair too, probably from one of the shelves where bundles of wolfs fur are stacked together. They dont taste very good, but they do have a nice texture to them.

You start humming, an old song that you had once heard while travelling in the Paths that Lead to Sowhere, just a little ditty that word its way into your vast mory.

You stop humming when you notice reality start to turn green. Annoying, that. With a huff, you tell the world to stop playing silly buggers and go back to being normal... or as normal as it was before. Youre here to work as a dutiful shop clerk, not turn the world different colours.

It takes a few minutes to dust the whole store, minutes that Abigail spends flitting all over the place, righting displays, wiping counters and replacing jars onto so shelves that have been emptied a little through no fault of your own.

You pause to chew on so marbles that were neatly stacked on one shelf. Nice and crunchy.

But youre not here to nibble! Your summoner has given you a great quest and it is your duty to carry it out to the best of your ability!

You wield your broom like a lance ready to charge at dust foes and your dustpan is your stalwart shield against their choking assaults on your nose.

The dust bunnies stand no chance against your valiant charge and are soon dispersing like chaff in the wind to escape your might grasp.

But they did not expect the assault from the tentacle nation!

You split your tentacles into hundreds of teeny tiny tendrils that spear out and catch the defeated dust bunnies unaware. Soon they are dangling at the tips of your tenticular grasp, morale broken and dusty blood leaking out.

So you toss them all onto the dustpan like the corpses of enemies being tossed into a ditch.

Leaning forwards a little, you inspect the circle carved into the tal of the pan. It looks like it was stamped on by a big press. Theres the na of a company there, and a copyright number again, just like the lights. Strange.

You press your thumb to the place Abigail showed you and wait... and wait so more.

Its not working.

Abigail! you yell. Your pans broken.

She looks up from where she is behind the counter and moves a lock of frizzy hair behind her ear. Oh? Did the circle get scratched? she asks as she tosses a pen she was using into a little cup and moves around the counter. Soon shes kneeling by your side and inspecting the dust-filled pan. You did good, she says before rewarding you with a smile.

You look away. You are an elder, a Great One of unfathomable power. You dont need the praise of so re mortal to make you blush. Its the stupid heat in this stupid shop. Thats why youre so flustered.

Lets see, Abigail says as she grabs the pans handle and presses her thumb over the mark on its side.

You stretch your senses, curious as to how this magic stuff works.

Theres a spark of sothing in Abigail, sothing wet and warm and soothing, like the very essence of life itself that goes from sitting within her like a still pond to rushing to her thumb. The circle on the pan drinks up the essence and then, with a woosh, the dust turns to smoke.

Cute!

The mortals figured out how to disintegrate things.

Did you see how that worked? Abigail asks.

I did, you say. I can do it now.

She smiles at you again, then like the stupid summoner she is, she pats you on the head before standing up. Call if you need help.

You take a mont to recentre yourself.

The door jingles while youre busy touching your head where Abigail just patted you and that, finally, gets you out of your daydream of a many-ard Abigail pat-patting you all day long.

Theres a short, scruffy looking human in the doorway. Hes wearing a hood that doesnt do a good job of hiding his pock-marked and scabbed face. Abigail! he says as he spots your summoner behind the counter. The most beautiful Abigail, its a pleasure to see you again. He makes big motions with his arms that send his hood reeling off his head and reveals a big, goofy smile. Youre just the girl I need.

Hello, Moriarty, Abigail says and you can feel her discomfort from here.

But that isnt any of your business. Your battle against the dust bunnies might have ended in victory, but the war rages on!

You collect another pile of dust while the man moves around the store. He spots you at so point, but doesnt actually comnt except to snort at the way youre holding the broom tucked under your arm like a lance. Its not your fault the thing is so damned long.

Now to use the magic circle to disintegrate the pile of dust. The tricksy bit is using the sa life essence that Abigail did. You, of course, arent mortal, and are therefore not alive enough to have any sort of life juice in you. But theres plenty of life juice in the world at large.

You press a hand to the ground next to the dustpan and grip the handle with your other. You focus, feeling for the sa life juice that Abigail used, but instead of looking for the stuff in her mortal body, you stretch out your senses into the ground and to the core of this living planet.

Plenty of life juice there!

You pull, and after just a tiny bit of resistance, a fraction of a fraction of the worlds essence it torn out of the ground, through your hand, arm, shoulders and finally into the magical circle.

Theres a woosh.

You notice the perfectly circular hole in the ground first, mostly where the dustpan used to be. Then, when you look up, you see the hole in the ceiling that keeps going all the way through Abigails apartnt, the roof, and into the cloudy sky above.

Neat!

And you still have tons of life juice left in you, so much that youre practically glowing with the stuff.

The dustpans a little broken, but thats a problem for later.

Standing up, you cross the store, stalling Abigails conversation with the custor as you walk past her glowing as if youd just nibbled on a billion firefly butts.

What? she asked.

Getting a jar, you tell her as you walk into the backroom.

Its not hard to find an empty jar. There are plenty of them laying around, waiting to be filled with all sorts of yummy things.

You take a few out of their boxes and push your life juices in them. It feels a little bit like when two tentacles rub together, but in the place your soul would be if you had one.

Grinning, you raise up a jar filled with glowing juices. Perfect! Abigail will be able to use this to fill up her souls life juice swamp.

Now you just need to give it to her and reap the headpats.