>>136879 [ ] Cornelius.
Anonymous made its decision, loud and clear.
There was one dissenting voice, but Death is not a choice, simply put, so I’ll nevermind that.
I’m not sure about him though. From an outside perspective, like Anonymous’s, maybe Cornelius seems like a good bet, but.. I believe we are serious opposites. Do I want enter a partnership in which I must obey that which I can’stand? What happens if I don’t obey too? What could Cornelius..
I bit my lip.
What do partners even mean anyway?
“Glenn.” Abigail says very firmly. That’s right.. I have to make a decision.
“I’m sorry, but no.” As nice as relaxing and strength in numbers sound, the collective also sounds like something... bad. Maybe because Anonymous thinks its a cult, or maybe because they seem anti-toad lord, and thus not long for this world.
“ I see.” she croaks, and at the end of it, quickly applies a happy to her warty skin . “You’re going to partner with that freak... no?” Did her eyes just narrow?
Well.. I suppose I am. I should say those words but I don’t. I don’t actually want to partner with anyone in particular.
“My question. Human.”
“I formally reject your offer.”
I briefly consider telling her how endlessly and hopelessly lost I am in all of this. But if I did, I wouldn’t be an asset to her anyway...
“Then we have nothing left to discuss.” she says. “Please don’t inform anyone about the collective” the smile breaks down replaced by what seems to be seething fury, tempered only by.. something. Whatever it is,. I watch my words.
“I won’t if you don’t want me to.”
I wait a second for her to threaten me, saying something like “we got eyes everywhere”, but instead she turns around getting ready to hop off the lily pad.
“Ms. Abigail. Wait.” I feel bad for letting her down, as manipulating as she was.
I get on a knee, soaking half my pants leg, and I bow down before her. “I want you to know, do what I have been doing because I’m obligated by a.. “ Mass of contradicting voices that insist on being called one thing. “... higher power.. Please don’t think ill of me. I really would like to join you..”
I would really. Who cares about interesting and about bettering myself. Its my life and as I said, I want peace of mind.
I’m not here to amuse you, Anonymous... as laughably incompetent as I must seem.
“.. Thank you, Glenn” A.. queer... smile curves on her face as though she’s delighted to see a man bow before her. “... Your most graceful apology is well..” She trails off as her eyes narrow as if she realized something mid way. Somehow she didn’t seem angry.
“Ah I can smell your reasons now... You’re on a mission, yes? and all your actions are done for this mission?”
Ah another misunderstanding. “Uhm...” But I’m not sure if thats true or not.
Is she angry with me? Don’t think so but with her current perception of me-- as some sort of fast-thinking genius, added in with my seemingly (but actually) aimless actions...
Ah she must think that I’m being facetious in my apology. And trying to manipulate her, since I imagine most manipulators see manipulations where there are none, which is quite interesting.
“Safe journey then.” Hey, I reached a conclusion over what she concluded. Perhaps I’m not as stupid as I thought.
She jumps into the pond just then. Or maybe I am that stupid. Perhaps I should have said something, instead of not answering her question and increasing her suspicion.
Ah Simon’s Sorrow. What an annoyance.
I sigh. What would I give for a little me time.
Registration awaits so I start weaving my way through the lily pads toward the large toad.
As I do so, I concentrate solely on what I will do once I get there- letting the ramifications of what I just did, fly over my head. First, figure out the procedure then...
Second... Crick, almost stepped on a toad. I look around myself as I move; there are maybe ten more toads left near the large toad, and just a few more coming from the audience with me.
I reach the ledge, a couple of feet away from the large toad sitting on his podium, with the scroll lying on the ground before him.
The intiate toads wield the brush with their legs; rather expertly given their small size I must say. I then plop into the pond, feeling my clothes get even more dirty, and I swim-- or maybe struggle over, since I am quite bad at swimming it seems, to the podium.
When I clamber onto the small staircase, I see there is no wait, the scroll lying there ready for me to sign. I can’t stand on this platform unlike the other toad so I remain in the water, putting my arms on top for purchase.
“How do I do this..?” I say looking up to the large toad in the middle. As I pick up the brush and dip it in the ink.
“I will say the directions, only once, initiate.” he says, looking straight ahead as though he were a statue. “ First sign your true name in the first column and then your partner’s name in the second column.” On the scroll is a long, long list of letters, indeed seperated into two columns. Its top is torn off, and other papers in a neat stack lie near, presumably ripped off the scroll whenever the amount of paper available becomes too much
Okay. So... I eye the brush... How do I write with this thing?
“Remember to ensure our partner comes and signs in for you afterwards, otherwise your registration will be void.” he says as if reciting a disclaimer off a sheet of paper.
“Alright.” I say.
“Remember what you write down here is set in stone until you become a brother or death. Not even Toad Lord can change the partners present here.” A legal limit to Toad Lord’s power, huh.
“Second, when you are finished, find a place to sit, preferably next to your partner in the audience, and await the Toad Lord’s speech.”
“Thank you” I bow a little with my head, though he still doesn’t bother to look at me. Either he’s a professional or displeased by my presence, but at the moment I have bigger issues to be worried about.
“May I ask you some other questions?”
“You may not.” I sigh.
Well then... My partner.
It was decided just now, Cornelius. I have only once choice. And that is Cornelius.
I don’t want to do this quest. Heck, I’m not even sure if it is a quest. It could be game, with the intiates all as pawns, and with people like Toad Lord as players. Moving us around, forcing us to do things we don’t like...
Or maybe not. Cornelius did say Toad’ Lord’s objectives were too complex for our minds to comprehend. So I could be wrong about everything, well everything except for what I want.
I want to quit. Anonymous may think I’m good to go, but I am the one here in the flesh, not they. I know what I want, and I certainly don’t want to struggle and suffer.
But at this point, I’m just complaining. If I quit, I die. There is only one choice consequently and that is to play the game...
…
Or is it? With a few awkward strokes, Insanity takes control of my riight and and I write the following words in the second column.
Cornelius. and then in the first column.
Abe Gray. Not Glenn. Not Abe Glenn Gray. My lips quirk into a something approaching smile. Could Toad Lord be fooled by this? If he is fooled, then I’m not binded to a partner.. whatever that means. If he isn’t fooled, then I could just say I was confused, which is the absolute truth, no lies. He wouldn’t be able to change it anyway.. though I wonder what would stop him then from crushing me for being a smartas-
The large toad takes the brush out of my hand, and presents it to the toad behind me.
I get out of the way. Well regardless of my little trick, I’ve consented to this game. I am now Cornelius’s partner in his eyes, which means he will try to change me and my desire for peace.
Or he may very well destroy me and then remake me in his image. Could he do that? would he be willing to do that?
I shiver a bit, though I hope its only because of the water.
Well then.. I should go tell that white little bugger... I shove off the water and struggle back to the ledge. I can’t believe I’m going to be stuck with that psycho. I hope you know what you’re talking about Anonymous.
So first I’ll find Cornelius.. and then I’ll...
[ ] Wait for him so we can talk with him more
[ ] Find Abigail and her collective and try to rectify this misunderstanding
[ ] Sit with another another Toad, get an outsider’s perspective on all the ambiguities and craziness you’ve been dealt
[ ] write in