Talk:Familiar/@comment-26115871-20151116223041/@comment-25817038-20160109221457


 * sigh* - "Well..." I begin, turning for the stairs that lead up to my bedroom, "This is going to be interesting."

"What is?" The inexperienced witch asks, following after me. Neither of us pays attention to the one-girl-hurricaine tearing through my living room until the purple body of destruction screams past us and stops at the top of the stairs.

"What'chadoin?Goin'somewhere?CanIcome?CanIcome?Please?Please?PleasepleasepleasepleasePLEASE!?"

I trundle past her, the mixture of confusion, excitement, and anticipation the familiar wore spoke volumes about how badly she was being torn in a million different directions. So, to focus her mind for a few minutes, I simply turned towards her, a hand on the knob of my door, and ask her, "If you can answer this, I'll let you come with us after I get something."

"Suresuresuresure!What?Whatisit?WhatwhatwhatwhatWHAT?!"

"Answer this riddle." I say calmly, and watch as the girl nodds her head with the speed and force of an industrial paint shaker, "Yes, or no....." I clear my throat, "This sentence... is false."

Like a speeding train that had hit an immovble object, the jittery, shaking familiar completely freezes, her eyes being the only thing moving as they dart back and forth a million times a minute like she is reading code.

"That ought to keep her busy for a minute." I say while I enter my room, rummaging through my parts bin, finally pulling out a small silver tube with a bulb at the end.

"What did you--"

"A paradox. There is no answer, but don't tell her that." I say, walking out into the hallway, and point the tube at the familar's feet. With the click of a button, a bright red dot appears on the floor and as quickly as the girl had frozen in thought, became reanimated.

"WHOA!!" She exclaimed, her eyes locking onto it and for once in her life, holding still.

"Think you can catch it?" I ask playfully, and in the drop of a hat, the familiar lunges at the dot, of which I move away at the last second.

".... Are you serious...?" The witch mutters in disbelief.

"Dead serious. Had a teenage Jinko get ino my Monster one time. Let me tell you, Energy Drinks and Jinkos.... Ba-a-a-ad combination. Took her FOUR HOURS to calm down."

"I guess... whatever works?" The witch asks as the familiar zips past in a purple blur, circles us and even runs along the wall for several meters before I walk the beam down the stairs and out the house where I had room to wear the tiny little ball of energy out.