Cause and Effect (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Cause and Effect (Mythklok, Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Karma
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: I tried to write something seasonal, and this is what happened. More proof I can't write to prompts for spit.
Cause and Effect
“This is what you didn’t want me to see?”
“Not at all. I simply surmised that you would be bored.”
The village was a bit out of the way. Ganesh was dressed in surgical scrubs, which he somehow made look terribly stylish. He’d worn his most workmanlike human head today, his long hair efficiently tied back in a pony tail. This had not stopped the young blonde resident who was acting as his assistant from making googly eyes at him the entire morning.
The little girl now sitting in Ganesh’s lap appeared to be missing a chunk of her upper lip. Ganesh had explained it to be a rather common birth defect, and something his doctors ought to be able to fix quickly. He discussed some practicalities of the case with the resident, who managed to stop gushing long enough to make a note of the information.
There was a line of people waiting. Ganesh had explained that they came not just from this village, but also from many surrounding areas. Some had come a great distance and spent a great deal of time on the road. Others carried word of friends or relatives who were too ill to make the trip, so a note was made.
Ganesh was terribly businesslike about it all, though not at all abrupt, and whether it be missing lips or mangled limbs or leaking bladders, he soon had it all transcribed to a schedule and his team marshaled for action.
Ofdensen swatted at one of the mosquitoes that were hovering around his neck. He had feared growing bored, but as it turned out this was not a problem. As soon as Ganesh had ducked away to begin a surgical procedure, he had found himself half dragged off by a nurse who could have been Raziel's chubby older sister - a chatterbox who soon had him helping her with immunizations. He noticed she didn't seem to mind whether or not the patients understood English.
At one point she had told him, “You're good with them, you know.”
He looked up from his clipboard and kept his face bland. He knew this wasn't true: he was most certainly not good around people. "Yes?" he had said.
"Some people get upset, looking at the state of them," she explained. "Especially people who haven't been around this kind of thing much."
He shrugged. "For once, none of this is my fault," he told her.
She frowned, and was silenced for a minute or two.
Ganesh had stopped for a break, but seemed to be having a bit of trouble politely extricating himself from his biggest fan. Ofdensen smilingly lit a smoke to enjoy the interplay, as she flipped her hair and tried the full deer in headlights stare. Ganesh spotted him, pointed his way, and he thought he heard the word “boyfriend.” The blonde flashed Ofdensen a look that was much more pit viper than deer, but then departed with a final bat of her eyes at the Hindu god.
Ofdensen grinned at him. “We could make out for a bit, if you think she’d get the message.”
Ganesh sighed. “She would probably just want to join in.” He inclined his head. “Come.” The ducked into a tent. It was somewhat cooler inside.
“If nothing else, this adds variety to my medical practice,” Ganesh explained, grabbing a bottle of lukewarm Gatorade. “Sadly, a lot of my training nowadays is utilized attending to gods and goddesses suffering from a colorful variety of STDs.”
“I suppose you get this question a lot. You could just use your powers and heal that girl’s lip.”
“You’re asking me why I take the time to use sutures rather than magic?”
“Yeah, basically.”
Ganesh looked far off. “I can use my powers. And sometimes I do. There are limits, of course, to my powers. That is one consideration. With this….“ He waved a hand. “There are several benefits. Young human doctors see me, and some are inspired to do more work.”
“Or are inspired to get into your pants.”
Ganesh laughed. “It is also possible that some humans here – particularly the young ones – see us as well, and decide to do what they may. While I don’t disapprove of miracles on principle, I find it wasteful to train the people in my care to sit and hope for one, when they may do otherwise. Does this answer your question?”
“In part. Have you brought Raziel along before?”
“The Lady indeed has accompanied me before. Once.” Ganesh smiled.
“What happened?”
“Er. A school was recently constructed in the area, courtesy one of Lord Wotan’s charity organizations. And the children all wear specially designed school uniforms.”
“Sailor suits?”
“Yes. And, the Lady attends herself, once a month, I believe, to, er, personally hug each and every student.”
“Did she give them all a puppy?”
“I actually managed to talk her out of that.” Ganesh looked up at him, and they were both laughing. “It was all admittedly a bit extravagant; however, I do try to encourage education. And, in addition to everything else I have mentioned, I must be selfishly aware, as one must be, coming from my family background, of my own karma.”
Ofdensen grinned. “That’s one worry I don’t have.”
“And why is that?”
“Among other things, it’s far too late.”
“Why do you think that?”
“I’m immortal, Ganesh. I’ve had too much opportunity to get my karma in a twist.”
“But, by that argument, will you not also have an infinite time to, as it were, straighten things out as well?”
“I’m supposed to give everyone in India a puppy?”
“Not necessarily. I do large things. I do small things. I do not know if it all makes a difference. I am lucky perhaps that my profession allows me to help in small ways as well.”
“I’m not a doctor,” Ofdensen noted.
Ganesh picked up a pile of paperwork and pushed it across the table. “We had a man come to us. He said he’s being cheated out of his lands.”
Ofdensen glanced at the stack. “I don’t know Indian law.”
Ganesh reached for it, but Ofdensen had already put his arm over it. “But,” he said, sliding it towards him. “I guess I could learn.” He shrugged. “Hey, that resident isn’t the only one who thinks you’re cute.”
Ganesh smiled.
“Dood! What da fuck d’yoo t’ink yer doin’.”
“Pickles.” Ofdensen sat back and looked at his watch. He frowned. He hadn’t realized it was so late. “Merry Christmas.”
“Why are yoo up workin’ on Christmas eve, dood?”
“I’m not, uh, working actually.”
“What da fuck are yoo doin’ in yer office wit’ law books, den?”
“Doing a favor for someone. Did you want some brandy or something?”
“Dood, dese are Indian law books.”
“Yeah.”
“Yer doin’ somethin’ fer da Gannish dood?”
“It’s a guy, uh, he knows. Or not actually a guy he knows. Anyway, this guy’s family has lived on this land for generations, and, uh, now some people are trying to take it away from him.”
“Oh. Yoo gonna be able t’ help him.”
“I think so. Yeah.”
“But, yoo don’t know dis dood?” Pickles asked suspiciously.
“Ganesh does stuff for people who live around there sometimes. And this guy came to him for help. So he asked me if I could do it.” He shrugged.
Pickle narrowed his eyes. “Like charity dood?”
“Yes. Like charity. Exactly like charity. It is charity, actually,” he admitted.
Pickles regarded him for a moment. “Dood, are yoo gonna start doin’ yoga an’ not eatin’ meat?”
“Actually, I don’t eat meat when I’m at Ganesh’s house.”
Pickles frowned. “No steaks, dood?”
“Look, I dunno. Just, it’s Christmas, so don’t give me a hard time? I don’t understand either. Something about karma. And, Ganesh is cute. So I followed him out on one of his charity things and ended up getting talking into this. OK?”
“Could I go some time?”
“What?”
“On a thing?”
“Why?”
“I dunno. I got a karma, right? An’ dat Gannish dood is pretty cute.”
“You promise not to hug anyone? Or give them a puppy?”
“Who da feck d’yoo t’ink I am, Toki?”
“Yeah, OK.”
“Cool. Can I have some o’ dat brandy now?”
Ofdensen reached for the bottle.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Karma
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: I tried to write something seasonal, and this is what happened. More proof I can't write to prompts for spit.
Cause and Effect
“This is what you didn’t want me to see?”
“Not at all. I simply surmised that you would be bored.”
The village was a bit out of the way. Ganesh was dressed in surgical scrubs, which he somehow made look terribly stylish. He’d worn his most workmanlike human head today, his long hair efficiently tied back in a pony tail. This had not stopped the young blonde resident who was acting as his assistant from making googly eyes at him the entire morning.
The little girl now sitting in Ganesh’s lap appeared to be missing a chunk of her upper lip. Ganesh had explained it to be a rather common birth defect, and something his doctors ought to be able to fix quickly. He discussed some practicalities of the case with the resident, who managed to stop gushing long enough to make a note of the information.
There was a line of people waiting. Ganesh had explained that they came not just from this village, but also from many surrounding areas. Some had come a great distance and spent a great deal of time on the road. Others carried word of friends or relatives who were too ill to make the trip, so a note was made.
Ganesh was terribly businesslike about it all, though not at all abrupt, and whether it be missing lips or mangled limbs or leaking bladders, he soon had it all transcribed to a schedule and his team marshaled for action.
Ofdensen swatted at one of the mosquitoes that were hovering around his neck. He had feared growing bored, but as it turned out this was not a problem. As soon as Ganesh had ducked away to begin a surgical procedure, he had found himself half dragged off by a nurse who could have been Raziel's chubby older sister - a chatterbox who soon had him helping her with immunizations. He noticed she didn't seem to mind whether or not the patients understood English.
At one point she had told him, “You're good with them, you know.”
He looked up from his clipboard and kept his face bland. He knew this wasn't true: he was most certainly not good around people. "Yes?" he had said.
"Some people get upset, looking at the state of them," she explained. "Especially people who haven't been around this kind of thing much."
He shrugged. "For once, none of this is my fault," he told her.
She frowned, and was silenced for a minute or two.
Ganesh had stopped for a break, but seemed to be having a bit of trouble politely extricating himself from his biggest fan. Ofdensen smilingly lit a smoke to enjoy the interplay, as she flipped her hair and tried the full deer in headlights stare. Ganesh spotted him, pointed his way, and he thought he heard the word “boyfriend.” The blonde flashed Ofdensen a look that was much more pit viper than deer, but then departed with a final bat of her eyes at the Hindu god.
Ofdensen grinned at him. “We could make out for a bit, if you think she’d get the message.”
Ganesh sighed. “She would probably just want to join in.” He inclined his head. “Come.” The ducked into a tent. It was somewhat cooler inside.
“If nothing else, this adds variety to my medical practice,” Ganesh explained, grabbing a bottle of lukewarm Gatorade. “Sadly, a lot of my training nowadays is utilized attending to gods and goddesses suffering from a colorful variety of STDs.”
“I suppose you get this question a lot. You could just use your powers and heal that girl’s lip.”
“You’re asking me why I take the time to use sutures rather than magic?”
“Yeah, basically.”
Ganesh looked far off. “I can use my powers. And sometimes I do. There are limits, of course, to my powers. That is one consideration. With this….“ He waved a hand. “There are several benefits. Young human doctors see me, and some are inspired to do more work.”
“Or are inspired to get into your pants.”
Ganesh laughed. “It is also possible that some humans here – particularly the young ones – see us as well, and decide to do what they may. While I don’t disapprove of miracles on principle, I find it wasteful to train the people in my care to sit and hope for one, when they may do otherwise. Does this answer your question?”
“In part. Have you brought Raziel along before?”
“The Lady indeed has accompanied me before. Once.” Ganesh smiled.
“What happened?”
“Er. A school was recently constructed in the area, courtesy one of Lord Wotan’s charity organizations. And the children all wear specially designed school uniforms.”
“Sailor suits?”
“Yes. And, the Lady attends herself, once a month, I believe, to, er, personally hug each and every student.”
“Did she give them all a puppy?”
“I actually managed to talk her out of that.” Ganesh looked up at him, and they were both laughing. “It was all admittedly a bit extravagant; however, I do try to encourage education. And, in addition to everything else I have mentioned, I must be selfishly aware, as one must be, coming from my family background, of my own karma.”
Ofdensen grinned. “That’s one worry I don’t have.”
“And why is that?”
“Among other things, it’s far too late.”
“Why do you think that?”
“I’m immortal, Ganesh. I’ve had too much opportunity to get my karma in a twist.”
“But, by that argument, will you not also have an infinite time to, as it were, straighten things out as well?”
“I’m supposed to give everyone in India a puppy?”
“Not necessarily. I do large things. I do small things. I do not know if it all makes a difference. I am lucky perhaps that my profession allows me to help in small ways as well.”
“I’m not a doctor,” Ofdensen noted.
Ganesh picked up a pile of paperwork and pushed it across the table. “We had a man come to us. He said he’s being cheated out of his lands.”
Ofdensen glanced at the stack. “I don’t know Indian law.”
Ganesh reached for it, but Ofdensen had already put his arm over it. “But,” he said, sliding it towards him. “I guess I could learn.” He shrugged. “Hey, that resident isn’t the only one who thinks you’re cute.”
Ganesh smiled.
“Dood! What da fuck d’yoo t’ink yer doin’.”
“Pickles.” Ofdensen sat back and looked at his watch. He frowned. He hadn’t realized it was so late. “Merry Christmas.”
“Why are yoo up workin’ on Christmas eve, dood?”
“I’m not, uh, working actually.”
“What da fuck are yoo doin’ in yer office wit’ law books, den?”
“Doing a favor for someone. Did you want some brandy or something?”
“Dood, dese are Indian law books.”
“Yeah.”
“Yer doin’ somethin’ fer da Gannish dood?”
“It’s a guy, uh, he knows. Or not actually a guy he knows. Anyway, this guy’s family has lived on this land for generations, and, uh, now some people are trying to take it away from him.”
“Oh. Yoo gonna be able t’ help him.”
“I think so. Yeah.”
“But, yoo don’t know dis dood?” Pickles asked suspiciously.
“Ganesh does stuff for people who live around there sometimes. And this guy came to him for help. So he asked me if I could do it.” He shrugged.
Pickle narrowed his eyes. “Like charity dood?”
“Yes. Like charity. Exactly like charity. It is charity, actually,” he admitted.
Pickles regarded him for a moment. “Dood, are yoo gonna start doin’ yoga an’ not eatin’ meat?”
“Actually, I don’t eat meat when I’m at Ganesh’s house.”
Pickles frowned. “No steaks, dood?”
“Look, I dunno. Just, it’s Christmas, so don’t give me a hard time? I don’t understand either. Something about karma. And, Ganesh is cute. So I followed him out on one of his charity things and ended up getting talking into this. OK?”
“Could I go some time?”
“What?”
“On a thing?”
“Why?”
“I dunno. I got a karma, right? An’ dat Gannish dood is pretty cute.”
“You promise not to hug anyone? Or give them a puppy?”
“Who da feck d’yoo t’ink I am, Toki?”
“Yeah, OK.”
“Cool. Can I have some o’ dat brandy now?”
Ofdensen reached for the bottle.
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Date: 2010-12-10 01:15 am (UTC)He was treating a harelip, wasn't he?
“You promise not to hug anyone? Or give them a puppy?”
“Who da feck d’yoo t’ink I am, Toki?”
Ah, Pickles, you make me smile.
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Date: 2010-12-10 06:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-10 01:31 am (UTC)Ganesh is lucky he's cute. Otherwise, everyone's karma would be in a twist. (And I'm surprised Charles didn't shank Pickles for saying Ganesh is cute. Though Toki would totally give everyone in India a puppy.)
Omnom, vegetarianism. Makes me hungry for lentil!
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Date: 2010-12-10 06:12 am (UTC)Interesting you bring that up, I'm sort of dealing with that kind of issue in the next chapter.
And, yes, if Toki and Raziel ran the world, everyone would have a puppy. And a hug!
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Date: 2010-12-10 06:19 pm (UTC)Think Toki and Raz could get me a kitten instead? Or a cat, I'm not picky.
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Date: 2010-12-10 06:29 pm (UTC)Weeeellllllll, it may not be Charles doing the shanking. :D
And, yes, it's all puppies and hugs and kittens and rainbows. Until Toki gets out the flamethrower and Raziel goes into Seraph mode.
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Date: 2010-12-10 07:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-10 05:38 am (UTC)He looked up from his clipboard and kept his face bland. He knew this wasn't true: he was most certainly not good around people. "Yes?" he had said.
"Some people get upset, looking at the state of them," she explained. "Especially people who haven't been around this kind of thing much."
He shrugged. "For once, none of this is my fault," he told her.
She frowned, and was silenced for a minute or two.
That part = brilliant, especially the bolded bit.
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Date: 2010-12-10 06:14 am (UTC)