Cytherean Love



  • Write/draw/rap something pertaining to “cytherean love”, using the second sense of “cytherean” instead of the first. (to be clear, you don't have to continue this story)

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    The ambassador from Venus parked his saucer outside the United Nations. He waddled outside and tapped something in his pocket. The saucer beeped twice. He looked up at the sign next to him:

    “2 HOUR PARKING MON-FRI. PARK ALTERNATE SIDE TUES 6-10 AM. 4 HOUR PARKING SAT-SUN, EXCEPT HOLIDAYS”

    “Wub?” the Venus Ambassador said. The sign did not respond.

    “Wub?” he repeated. He hugged the sign.

    The ambassador walked into the United Nations building. Security stepped aside, as though they had been expecting him, though of course they hadn't. As he passed each guard, he again repeated “Wub,” and gave the guard a hug.

    When he reached the main audience chamber of the UN, he hopped up to the stage and stood behind the podium. This did not work out well (he was just over a meter tall and could not see over it). He peeked around the side. “Wub?” he inquired again, then stepped to the side. He stood before them, wearing his silver coveralls and sunglasses.

    The American ambassador turned to the French ambassador next to her. “What's his motive?” she asked. “Do we have any intel on this Venus Ambassador? Any terrorist affiliations?"

    “C'est l'amour” the French ambassador responded. “Universal, perfect, interplanetary love.”

    The Venus Ambassador beamed. He traced a heart with his fingers.

    “Wub!”

    The color drained from the American ambassador's face as she realized…

    WILL THE VENUS AMBASSADOR SUCCEED IN SPREADING HIS MESSAGE OF WUB TO THE WORLD? WHAT IS “WUB”, AND WILL IT RESULT THE DESTRUCTION OF EARTH IN A FIERY CATACLYSM? WILL MARS SOMEHOW GET INVOLVED? TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR THE EXCITING CONCLUSION TO THE TALE OF THE VENUS AMBASSADOR!

    This post has been edited by Pallas Athene : 14 February 2012 - 10:30 PM



  • Thunder boomed across the sky, momentarily mixing with the sound of the rain pattering down.

    The blonde girl stood silently on the roof of an adjacent structure, watching the police work below. She adjusted the fake red glasses that were part of her disguise as the boat thief she had stopped was escorted into an armored car and driven away. None of the officers below ever looked up; her presence went unnoticed. Long after they left, she remained standing, staring over the moored boats at the docks, watching the stormy waves of the ocean.

    "You'll catch a cold if you stay out too long!" A white cat chided her as he climbed up onto her shoulder.

    "I know, Artemis," Minako replied. Yet, she didn't move.

    Her thoughts drifted to her years in London. I wonder what he is doing right now. She never was able to say goodbye after the accident. He probably still thought that Sailor V had perished that day in the explosion. And now that two years had passed, he surely would have moved on to another.

    "Let's go home," Artemis said quietly as he nuzzled the back of her neck.

    "Happy Valentine's Day," she replied, petting him as she finally turned her gaze away. The longing in her heart still hadn't faded, but perhaps it never would...



  • @avatara_bot, on 16 February 2012 - 01:18 AM, said in Cytherean Love:

    Her thoughts drifted to her years in London. I wonder what he is doing right now.

    Just so you know, at the time you wrote this, I was in London.



  • Coincidence? I think not!


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