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narcasseSeeing as it’s the Eve of Christmas, a holiday I celebrate in only the most superficial manner, I felt that I should say something profound and insightful. Unfortunately, I can’t quite keep my mind off the assorted vol-au-vons that need to go into the oven and the potential of more pina colada so instead have some photographic evidence of what I’m dubbing ‘Eris roll’ because it incites discord and cacophony. In fact, you know what? I’m not going to celebrate Christmas at all and instead I’m celebrating the Goddess of Discord.
Eris roll
Waiting for it to cool and set into shape.
Evidence of Eris.
And the finished product because I forgot to take a photo before I wrapped it for transportation tomorrow.
Also, Eris roll can be made using the recipe here.
And other things
A sinisterly Taoist bunny who was the devious concoction of an indestructible Kiro in lands afar. And yes, my desktop layout is upside down. The bar you can see also auto-hides.
And a magnificent Truth-telling Owl. He can tell if you’re lying in a single moment, an instant of breath is all it takes. And of course flailing helplessly behind him is the Frog-prince of Canon who was once a real prince in the kingdom of aristocrats.
And a fairtale...
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Now the Truth-telling Owl travelled to the island kingdom of the wicked enchanter, whom tales have been told about before, in the company of the devious bunny and something else nefarious that’s true capacity for evil has yet to be revealed and shan’t be until the witching hour strikes. Because our enchanter wasn’t quite as terrible as he liked to make out and when he beheld the other nefarious evil sent to him by the wondrous and diabolical![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nekonexus & kintail, it immediately occurred to him that it would make the most magnificent present for the wicked Fürstin whom he had left behind on the island of aristocrats. It was the perfect evil and she would love it boundlessly.
But he wasn’t talking to her and had in prideful foolishnesses had often declared he never would. So the enchanter put his nose in the air and left the magical third gift aside and pretended that he hadn’t seen it.
Of course in his wanderings in other places he had acquired other companions and told himself that he was content with those. (He’d even acquired a shoggoth.)
But lucky for him, his companions were a tad more forgiving of his own foolishness than he and they devised a plan to trick the enchanter into admitting his mistake.
For there were a pair of twins who weren’t really twins at all and who could only be distinguished by the length of their hair, and where their kendo injuries were, who came from a land so far to the East that the East was ending and who delighted in deviousness. And it was they who concocted a plan.
So there came one long evening when the enchanter sat comfortably in his chair, sipping his cognac and thinking suitably wicked thoughts when the twins approached him.
They batted their eyelashes and stood about demurely and enquired as to the enchanter’s intention for the winter season. He waved a hand casually and told them that they might celebrate it if they should like to. They exchanged cunning smiles and enquired if he would have any objection if they were to look to open a gift on the mythic Eve of a long night in December. Of course he at once agreed. Could they open any gift that they might like? Again he agreed. Absolutely any that they might find around? Thrice he agreed with a dismissive wave of his hand.
And so one of the twins, the one with somewhat longer hair, produced a prettily wrapped box and enquired if they might unwrap that. The enchanter immediately recognised the nefarious evil that he so wished to give to the absent Fürstin. He enquired as to whether they really wanted that gift in particular and they both agreed that they did, though the elder twin, who had shorter hair as a matter of fact, pondered aloud if the enchanter wanted to keep the lovely present for someone else.
He immediately denied it and at once there came a loud hoot from behind the elder twin’s back and he produced the Truth-telling owl, nestled in the palm of his hand.
Defeated, the enchanter admitted that he did indeed wish to see the wicked Fürstin again if only she could be sent for and the twins congratulated themselves on their deviousness. The enchanter would have sat back in his chair to finish his drink morosely if not for the fact that the elder twin suddenly spoke up, enquiring as to what it might be they could possibly unwrap in lieu of the present. They once more exchanged devious glances as they set both wrapped present and Truth-telling owl aside and it was a good thing that the enchanter was a rather perceptive sort and put his cut crystal glass down, else he wouldn’t have had the chance once he discovered that he had a pair of twins, absolutely determined to unwrap something, in his arms.
As for the wicked Fürstin, she vowed to arrive on the strike of midnight precisely, in true dramatic style to surprise the enchanter, unexpecting of her present and merely lured by the promise of pina colada and the odd dalliance with a handsome Markgraf. For she was rather poor at holding a grudge and for something so wicked was of a frightfully sweet disposition.
And as for how exactly the enchanter acquired a young Markgraf as well as the devious twins, well, that is another tale entirely.
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Eris roll
Waiting for it to cool and set into shape.
Evidence of Eris.
And the finished product because I forgot to take a photo before I wrapped it for transportation tomorrow.
Also, Eris roll can be made using the recipe here.
And other things
A sinisterly Taoist bunny who was the devious concoction of an indestructible Kiro in lands afar. And yes, my desktop layout is upside down. The bar you can see also auto-hides.
And a magnificent Truth-telling Owl. He can tell if you’re lying in a single moment, an instant of breath is all it takes. And of course flailing helplessly behind him is the Frog-prince of Canon who was once a real prince in the kingdom of aristocrats.
And a fairtale...
++++++++++
Now the Truth-telling Owl travelled to the island kingdom of the wicked enchanter, whom tales have been told about before, in the company of the devious bunny and something else nefarious that’s true capacity for evil has yet to be revealed and shan’t be until the witching hour strikes. Because our enchanter wasn’t quite as terrible as he liked to make out and when he beheld the other nefarious evil sent to him by the wondrous and diabolical
nekonexus & kintail, it immediately occurred to him that it would make the most magnificent present for the wicked Fürstin whom he had left behind on the island of aristocrats. It was the perfect evil and she would love it boundlessly.But he wasn’t talking to her and had in prideful foolishnesses had often declared he never would. So the enchanter put his nose in the air and left the magical third gift aside and pretended that he hadn’t seen it.
Of course in his wanderings in other places he had acquired other companions and told himself that he was content with those. (He’d even acquired a shoggoth.)
But lucky for him, his companions were a tad more forgiving of his own foolishness than he and they devised a plan to trick the enchanter into admitting his mistake.
For there were a pair of twins who weren’t really twins at all and who could only be distinguished by the length of their hair, and where their kendo injuries were, who came from a land so far to the East that the East was ending and who delighted in deviousness. And it was they who concocted a plan.
So there came one long evening when the enchanter sat comfortably in his chair, sipping his cognac and thinking suitably wicked thoughts when the twins approached him.
They batted their eyelashes and stood about demurely and enquired as to the enchanter’s intention for the winter season. He waved a hand casually and told them that they might celebrate it if they should like to. They exchanged cunning smiles and enquired if he would have any objection if they were to look to open a gift on the mythic Eve of a long night in December. Of course he at once agreed. Could they open any gift that they might like? Again he agreed. Absolutely any that they might find around? Thrice he agreed with a dismissive wave of his hand.
And so one of the twins, the one with somewhat longer hair, produced a prettily wrapped box and enquired if they might unwrap that. The enchanter immediately recognised the nefarious evil that he so wished to give to the absent Fürstin. He enquired as to whether they really wanted that gift in particular and they both agreed that they did, though the elder twin, who had shorter hair as a matter of fact, pondered aloud if the enchanter wanted to keep the lovely present for someone else.
He immediately denied it and at once there came a loud hoot from behind the elder twin’s back and he produced the Truth-telling owl, nestled in the palm of his hand.
Defeated, the enchanter admitted that he did indeed wish to see the wicked Fürstin again if only she could be sent for and the twins congratulated themselves on their deviousness. The enchanter would have sat back in his chair to finish his drink morosely if not for the fact that the elder twin suddenly spoke up, enquiring as to what it might be they could possibly unwrap in lieu of the present. They once more exchanged devious glances as they set both wrapped present and Truth-telling owl aside and it was a good thing that the enchanter was a rather perceptive sort and put his cut crystal glass down, else he wouldn’t have had the chance once he discovered that he had a pair of twins, absolutely determined to unwrap something, in his arms.
As for the wicked Fürstin, she vowed to arrive on the strike of midnight precisely, in true dramatic style to surprise the enchanter, unexpecting of her present and merely lured by the promise of pina colada and the odd dalliance with a handsome Markgraf. For she was rather poor at holding a grudge and for something so wicked was of a frightfully sweet disposition.
And as for how exactly the enchanter acquired a young Markgraf as well as the devious twins, well, that is another tale entirely.
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Date: 2005-12-24 10:51 pm (UTC)And of course the enchanter ended up acquiring a young Markgraf as well. That was inevitable, really, all things considered. ^_~
But Narsus-baka! I want to see what the Eris roll looks like without wrapping!
I have a new icon!
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Date: 2005-12-26 06:55 pm (UTC)Huzzah! (http://www.livejournal.com/users/imperial_artist/352777.html#cutid1)
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Date: 2005-12-24 10:53 pm (UTC)you may want to fix this typo: and he produced the Truth-telling own, nestled in the palm of his hand.
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Date: 2005-12-26 07:00 pm (UTC)I feel like the ficlet should have a follow-up where the princess turns into a pumpkin at midnight but somehow that may never happen. Of course the fairytale about people sitting in boxes for Boxing Day didn’t happen either because
I only got as far as an unspecified twin climbing out of the Japanese box and sitting in the princess box for a while…it was a really bad pun. Yes, that was why.