[NetBehaviour] Raspberry sherbet and How Bron leaves unceremoniously

Alan Sondheim sondheim at gmail.com
Mon Jan 25 06:07:13 CET 2021


love this and especially the painting -

On Sun, Jan 24, 2021 at 11:39 PM Simon Mclennan via NetBehaviour <
netbehaviour at lists.netbehaviour.org> wrote:

> Link to the painting
> https://www.instagram.com/p/CKZ5j32nSIn/?igshid=13v3uuczjewcm
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> And the thing I really like about The Bron Knight is when she does the
> unexpected.
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> Leo turned to his assistant, actually a friend and accomplice, Archi.
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> What? Like what?
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> Archie was a small, quite muscly but rather ugly fellow with not a single
> tooth in his head - but a keen keen brain and that’s for sure.
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> Archi or Archibald, turned his gaze away from the draughting board upon
> which surface he was adding the details to what looked like a giant
> automatic ram-chariot-bathtub engine thingamy.
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> He glanced at L with a quizzical yet wise half-grin smeared across his
> gurning features. He half winked and popped a sherbet Dab in his shapeless
> mouth and puckered as the raspberry flavoured acid did it’s job.
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> Tell me more oh wise and talented one.
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> Ha ha - Leo couldn’t help but laugh as he proceeded to tell his friend
> what he meant.
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> Like for instance things like... she might be in the middle of battle.
> People on great cart horses, all done up in heavy armour. You know, the
> great iron shoes, breastplates, gauntlets and fishtail helmets with plumes,
> shields, heraldic flags, great red crosses, and then the swords, lances,
> daggers of every type. There’ll be blood all around - blood and guts and a
> great awful reek and shouting and mayhem and just total shit - chaos and
> all very masculine if you like.
>
> Anyway old Bron will suddenly, right in the thick of it, leap down like a
> maniac - well, hard to leap actually in all that heavy industrial looking
> armour, rather she’ll slide off the old nag, and without a care or a glance
> she’ll start taking off the armour bit by bit - just throwing it down willy
> nilly.
>
> First the breast plate, the arm guards, the shoulder pads, shin pads, the
> heavy steel chain mail underneath till she’s down to the under garment -
> some scarlet sack jerkin job. Then last off comes the helmet and then she
> might shake out the great head of hair which might be any colour - knowing
> her it could be anything from a deep dark crimson swath of flame to a blue
> white metallic cap of palest moonlight fire or maybe a strange green
> crewcut.  She experiments.
>
> So anyway when she’s done that - got rid of all the male trappings - she
> might remove same crap from the old horse, give the poor tired fellow a
> break.
>
> Then she’ll just casually leap up on his back, mAybe saddle maybe no
> saddle, and then casual as feck, she’ll just either saunter right out of
> there without a backward glance or maybe tear up once and twirl on the
> charger, then grab a great flag and charge out of there, knocking soldiers
> and the lot out of the way.
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> And of course her mates and courtiers, fellow knights and wotnot, will
> have to do the same and also follow after - first having to either quickly
> finish off the adversary they might be engaged in deadly hand to hand with,
> or try to reason with them saying - no hard feelings pal, but shall we just
> call it a draw or maybe we could finish up another time? And it’s more than
> likely the Saracen soldier will probably reply with - yeah whatever - and
> that’d be that. Ha ha!!
>
>
> They both laughed a lot at this, but L glanced across the courtyard and
> his friend followed his gaze. A lithe figure had just arrived on a
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> A great grey speckled horse.
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> Leo blinked and continued to gaze at the figure in scarlet as he patted
> his friends shoulder and started to move away saying
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> Err we can continue this later I have to be going right
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> Now.So if you will excuse me I must be on my way...
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> Yeah, whatever
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> Archi just grinned and turned back
>
> To the details he was sketching on the cream
>
> Parchment - three finches
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> Adorning a curly palm leaf
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> With six acrobats teetering
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> Along a tight rope stretched
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> Between high poles at either end of the engine.
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> He hummed under his breath a little sonnet
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> Oh hey nanny nanny noo
>
> Alakazanthra jiggedy boo
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> Out popped a weasel
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> And god
>
> Bless
>
> You
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> Best indiscretions,
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> S
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> Sent from my spyphone
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