Day Twenty-Two Cont'd
Nov. 23rd, 2009 12:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mindsplintersWorld: Chaos Crisis
Rating: G
Word Count: 676
Circumstance: Written at home
Garnet was fond of the present. The way everyone was so fond of the here and now made his life far easier than it had any right to be. Not that he was complaining. Far be it from him to look a gift horse in the mouth. When people could not think beyond their immediate needs, they found the contents of their pockets insufficient. That was when they came to him and, thanks to the constant need and desire that fed into the trendy present-day living, business boomed. Hardly any difference existed between an operation and a game system in the minds of some of his clients and, sad or not, it was kind of funny. Where was the forethought and the planning? Where was the willingness to line up the dominoes before tapping your key piece and sitting back to watch them create waves of casuality? Really, the artistry and sense of it was lost on modern man... Or primitive man. The state of the nation, though, did wondersto reaffirm his sense of smug superiority. He could see the future. The poor souls who came through his doors could only see today.
Perhaps that was something he should pity in them and, on most days, he almost did.
Sitting back in his chair behind the counter, Garnet reached up to lace his fingers together and tuck them behind his head, elbows akimbo. The question of his benevolence was an interesting one, something he had never put much stock by. The difference between him and those of this Earth ran miles wide in every direction, he figured. It wasn't only in the planning and the plotting. Nor was it in the simple degrees of confidence. It rested in something closer to the heart of the matter, maybe even something closer to the soul. If he could feel pity for them, perhaps he should help them.
He sat back further in his chair, a bit excited by the concept. The tilt that his shifting weight caused allowed him to study the ceiling of the Fujimoto Pawn Palace and, in the grimy shadows, he read decades of smoke and tears and desperation, all created by the people who flowed through its doors. He found Earth full of all three in varying levels and it amused him to have them present here in his shop. Not technically his shop, of course, as acquiring a business license would take more time and effort than the payout would cover. He and his clan had no plans of making this time and planet their permanent residence, after all. Despite the sun and amusement offered, Earth could only serve as a staging ground for the end-game. But it was pleasant and he would miss it all. Even the smoking (which made his eyes water) and the tears (which made him laugh) and the desperation (which gave him ideas).
So, if he found things interesting and pitiful and was capable of missing, perhaps it would be worth while to investigate the condition of present-living. He could never do it, though, he thought the moment the idea occurred to him. It was too haphazard and messy. He would even go so far as to classify his clients as sloppy without style, the cardinal sin of laziness fallen short of his own standards. It was almost a shame. It would have been a fun exercise.
The tiny, tinny bell above the door jingled and Garnet immediately dropped his hands and slid forward on his chair. His useless glasses came down from his forehead to perch upon his nose and he gave the tumbled dark red bangs falling into his eyes a ruffle for good measure. Then it was time to smile for the next present-loving Earthling. "Konichiwa! Welcome to Fujimoto's Pawn Palace. How may I assist you today?"
Garnet could barely bite back the grin that threatened as the young woman stood before him, fiddling with the ring on her finger. An operation or a gaming system, he thought, it never matters. Who cares about tomorrow when today needs filling?
Rating: G
Word Count: 676
Circumstance: Written at home
Garnet was fond of the present. The way everyone was so fond of the here and now made his life far easier than it had any right to be. Not that he was complaining. Far be it from him to look a gift horse in the mouth. When people could not think beyond their immediate needs, they found the contents of their pockets insufficient. That was when they came to him and, thanks to the constant need and desire that fed into the trendy present-day living, business boomed. Hardly any difference existed between an operation and a game system in the minds of some of his clients and, sad or not, it was kind of funny. Where was the forethought and the planning? Where was the willingness to line up the dominoes before tapping your key piece and sitting back to watch them create waves of casuality? Really, the artistry and sense of it was lost on modern man... Or primitive man. The state of the nation, though, did wondersto reaffirm his sense of smug superiority. He could see the future. The poor souls who came through his doors could only see today.
Perhaps that was something he should pity in them and, on most days, he almost did.
Sitting back in his chair behind the counter, Garnet reached up to lace his fingers together and tuck them behind his head, elbows akimbo. The question of his benevolence was an interesting one, something he had never put much stock by. The difference between him and those of this Earth ran miles wide in every direction, he figured. It wasn't only in the planning and the plotting. Nor was it in the simple degrees of confidence. It rested in something closer to the heart of the matter, maybe even something closer to the soul. If he could feel pity for them, perhaps he should help them.
He sat back further in his chair, a bit excited by the concept. The tilt that his shifting weight caused allowed him to study the ceiling of the Fujimoto Pawn Palace and, in the grimy shadows, he read decades of smoke and tears and desperation, all created by the people who flowed through its doors. He found Earth full of all three in varying levels and it amused him to have them present here in his shop. Not technically his shop, of course, as acquiring a business license would take more time and effort than the payout would cover. He and his clan had no plans of making this time and planet their permanent residence, after all. Despite the sun and amusement offered, Earth could only serve as a staging ground for the end-game. But it was pleasant and he would miss it all. Even the smoking (which made his eyes water) and the tears (which made him laugh) and the desperation (which gave him ideas).
So, if he found things interesting and pitiful and was capable of missing, perhaps it would be worth while to investigate the condition of present-living. He could never do it, though, he thought the moment the idea occurred to him. It was too haphazard and messy. He would even go so far as to classify his clients as sloppy without style, the cardinal sin of laziness fallen short of his own standards. It was almost a shame. It would have been a fun exercise.
The tiny, tinny bell above the door jingled and Garnet immediately dropped his hands and slid forward on his chair. His useless glasses came down from his forehead to perch upon his nose and he gave the tumbled dark red bangs falling into his eyes a ruffle for good measure. Then it was time to smile for the next present-loving Earthling. "Konichiwa! Welcome to Fujimoto's Pawn Palace. How may I assist you today?"
Garnet could barely bite back the grin that threatened as the young woman stood before him, fiddling with the ring on her finger. An operation or a gaming system, he thought, it never matters. Who cares about tomorrow when today needs filling?
