Title: Prophets Be Dampened
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Pairing/Characters: Richard, Cara, Kahlan, Zedd
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 440
Prompt: For the
legendland challenge; three elements. I chose A prophet at the beginning, A bathtub, A rain storm.
Summary: Cara doesn't trust prophets at the best of times. Crack.
Warnings: None
"So you're a prophet?" Richard asked dubiously.
The young man nodded eagerly. "Verily, I have been blessed by the Creator with the gift of foresight."
Cara rolled her eyes. She murmured to Kahlan, standing close by her, "I bet he wouldn't see it coming if I agieled him in the back."
Kahlan shot her a warning look, but Cara saw a smile playing at the corners of Kahlan's mouth. It was hard to take the boy seriously. Cara had seen the servants use better rags to polish the palace floors than what the self-proclaimed prophet was wearing.
"And what wisdom do you have to impart to the Seeker?" Zedd asked. He was reserving judgement for the moment.
The boy closed his eyes and lifted his head so his sightless eyes gazed at the blue sky above.
"Oh, Creator, give me a sign of your benevolence. What guidance does the Seeker require next in his gallant quest to bring light to the land and to overcome the forces of the Keeper?" he intoned.
Richard looked up at the sky too. Cara instead looked around them, not wanting to find herself in an ambush. The boy might just be a distraction designed to lure them into a trap.
The boy opened his eyes at last and turned a puzzled frown to Richard. "I see…I see a bathtub."
"A bathtub?" Richard asked.
"The Creator thinks you smell and need to bathe more," Cara quipped.
Kahlan pointed to a market stall. "There's a bath tub for sale. Let's go and look at it."
Cara sighed. If it was a magical bathtub and someone got cursed from it she was going to be very upset.
Kahlan made small talk with the proprietor about the bathtub - how much it cost and where it came from. Zedd and Richard looked it over, trying to find a magical symbol or other evidence that it wasn't just a cast iron tub used for bathing in.
Cara felt a cold breeze and glanced up. Clouds had quickly gathered and a clap of thunder rent the sky.
"Richard," she began, but then the grey clouds spilt their load of water in great sheets.
"See, you are being bathed by the Creator," the prophet said, dancing about in delight.
"He's not a prophet," Zedd grumbled, watching the puddles form around them, and the other shoppers run for cover. "He's just a weather predicator. Notoriously unreliable. He just got lucky this time."
"Turn the tub over," Cara ordered and soon she, Zedd, Kahlan and Richard were holding the tub over their heads, keeping off the worst of the rainstorm.
Cara hated prophets.
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Pairing/Characters: Richard, Cara, Kahlan, Zedd
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 440
Prompt: For the
Summary: Cara doesn't trust prophets at the best of times. Crack.
Warnings: None
"So you're a prophet?" Richard asked dubiously.
The young man nodded eagerly. "Verily, I have been blessed by the Creator with the gift of foresight."
Cara rolled her eyes. She murmured to Kahlan, standing close by her, "I bet he wouldn't see it coming if I agieled him in the back."
Kahlan shot her a warning look, but Cara saw a smile playing at the corners of Kahlan's mouth. It was hard to take the boy seriously. Cara had seen the servants use better rags to polish the palace floors than what the self-proclaimed prophet was wearing.
"And what wisdom do you have to impart to the Seeker?" Zedd asked. He was reserving judgement for the moment.
The boy closed his eyes and lifted his head so his sightless eyes gazed at the blue sky above.
"Oh, Creator, give me a sign of your benevolence. What guidance does the Seeker require next in his gallant quest to bring light to the land and to overcome the forces of the Keeper?" he intoned.
Richard looked up at the sky too. Cara instead looked around them, not wanting to find herself in an ambush. The boy might just be a distraction designed to lure them into a trap.
The boy opened his eyes at last and turned a puzzled frown to Richard. "I see…I see a bathtub."
"A bathtub?" Richard asked.
"The Creator thinks you smell and need to bathe more," Cara quipped.
Kahlan pointed to a market stall. "There's a bath tub for sale. Let's go and look at it."
Cara sighed. If it was a magical bathtub and someone got cursed from it she was going to be very upset.
Kahlan made small talk with the proprietor about the bathtub - how much it cost and where it came from. Zedd and Richard looked it over, trying to find a magical symbol or other evidence that it wasn't just a cast iron tub used for bathing in.
Cara felt a cold breeze and glanced up. Clouds had quickly gathered and a clap of thunder rent the sky.
"Richard," she began, but then the grey clouds spilt their load of water in great sheets.
"See, you are being bathed by the Creator," the prophet said, dancing about in delight.
"He's not a prophet," Zedd grumbled, watching the puddles form around them, and the other shoppers run for cover. "He's just a weather predicator. Notoriously unreliable. He just got lucky this time."
"Turn the tub over," Cara ordered and soon she, Zedd, Kahlan and Richard were holding the tub over their heads, keeping off the worst of the rainstorm.
Cara hated prophets.
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Date: 2012-02-11 07:52 pm (UTC)I love the prophet's dialogue - all that 'verily' stuff is so much fun :) And poor Cara ;)
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Date: 2012-02-12 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-12 07:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-12 08:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-13 04:29 pm (UTC)Awwww, Cara is so Cara! :D
If it was a magical bathtub and someone got cursed from it she was going to be very upset.
LOOOOL! :D Now I want a story about a dark curse and an evil bathtub! :D
Thank you for this story, bb!! :D It's awesome! :D
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Date: 2012-02-14 07:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-03 02:04 am (UTC)I loved the image of Team Seeker holding the bathtub over their heads.
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Date: 2012-03-03 05:46 pm (UTC)