PreludeA Chapter by LibaZBeginning chapter.Beneath borrowed
moonbeams of a particularly cold December night, the Children of the
New Century stood in a tight circle, waiting for the day to come to an
end. The Tolstoïen Prince rolled his cigarette meticulously, the
flesh of his hands appearing nearly as transparent as the papers
which he held between his fingers. As the Prince concentrated on his
task, the Countess of Paved Streets looked on maternally at these
companions and the New Rimbaud shrugged his shoulders indifferently
as he looked on at the passing crowd. “I always got indigestion from those chestnuts, anyway,” quirped Tolstoy, feeling the singe of the jealousy in the Countess’s voice. “Forget the turkey, boys! We’ve better than that tonight!” “The Night of all Nights! Oh Ave Maria! Yipeeeeeeeeee!!” exclaimed the Tolstoïen Prince, his mouth watering already, as he imagined what he had concocted that night for his friends. “That
the spirit, Tolstoy! We’d better accomplish what we must!” said
Rimbaud, impatient, and at least showing some emotion. “Lets
divide the Blue Cow’s eggs and rendez-vous
chez Rimbaud!” The countess unfolded
a golden knitted sac from her bosom where she had held it tight all
night, and distributed the golden and blue spotted eggs to the
gentlemen. The group of three scattered off into the opposite
directions of the city, In order to complete their duties.
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