Stormy weather

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Stormy weather
October 17 2001 at 11:45 AM
Harbinger of Death 

The Harbinger looked out his window glumly. It was raining, and had been steadily for two days. The rain was so depressing. He couldn’t get much work done in the rain, you know. His robe got all wet, and became smelly and heavy, and it really hampered his abilities to kill well.

He sighed. He could make it acid rain, sure, but wouldn’t that take the fun out of it? Harbinger thought carefully. Perhaps there was a way to take advantage of the weather after all. A slow grin spread across his face as a diabolical idea took shape in his bony head.


“Let’s go play in the rain!” Keleos bounced up and down next to the window. “I like rainy days.”

“Feel free,” said Daemon. “But when you get pneumonia, don’t come crying to me.”

“When have I ever come crying to you about anything?”

“How much time do you have?”

“I’ll go,” said Castalia. “I like the rain too.”

“Kiss-up,” said Shiva.

“No kidding. Chancellor’s Pet.” Kat rolled her eyes.

“Not either!” said Castalia.

“We’ll all go,” Keleos declared. Her assistants grumbled an agreement. “Well?” She looked at Daemon expectantly.

“Go right ahead,” he said. “I’m not coming.”

“What a pity,” she sighed. “And me wearing this white t-shirt and all.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Well, I guess a few minutes wouldn’t hurt.”

“Goodie!” She won again. They all went outside, watching Kel and Cas find puddles to jump in. After a little while, the spectators began to shiver.

“Can we go in now?” Shiva complained. “It’s raining cats and dogs out here!”

“Hey, good one!” said Kat. “KATs and dogs! Get it?”

“I get it,” Shiva sighed. “And I’m freezing.”

Then there was a series of weird thumps and howling sounds, as if something were falling on the ground. They looked around, and to their amazement, saw cougars and panthers and wolves dropping from the sky. They would hit the ground and growl and hiss.

“Uh-oh,” said Daemon. “We better go in.”

But it was too late. By now all manner of wild creatures were prowling around them, thoroughly pissed off at having been dropped like that, and looking for someone to take it out on. They blocked the Debs’ path to the door.

“Cats and dogs,” Keleos muttered. “Very clever.” And with a chorus of snarls, the animals pounced upon their prey, shredding them to pieces


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