Comic 924 - Day 26: Rodrigue

26th Apr 2015, 9:09 PM in Spelledeg
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Day 26: Rodrigue
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26th Apr 2015, 9:09 PM
Spelledeg
Rodrigue owns the lemon grove and a lot of the other fruit properties on the edge of town. He owned the grove before the marmalade plant went to factory status, and still owns it now, though he makes his living primarily in farmers markets now since the lemons from his grove have a particularly sweet sort of tint to their flavor.

It was a warm evening in April when from the other side of the grove, he saw the ground go cyan and the lemons turn purple. He hopped in his golf cart and drove down the aisle, closer to the thrashing lights at the other end of his property. It wasn't immediate, but then he saw Jodris, his granddaughter, gray and collapsed at the foot of a lemon tree. Elisedd had convinced Nabuch and Vapid to come back to his side in a flurry of colors. Vimal didn't like this, and the ground went from cyan to black, the trees went gray. His temper tantrum continued before he was run over by Rodrigue's golfcart. With Vimal down(mostly), Athanas ran forward to help Rod get Jordis. There was a seeming lack of options with these colorful creatures spouting off sequences, and the two that could talk with words didn't want to deal with them anymore.

In all of the chaos and noise and color clash, there was a moment of stillness. For a faint, flickering second, Flossie rubbed her eyes and saw the Green, Elisedd and the Gray, Vimal. They were the ones she'd seen before, the ones at the marmalade factory door. The two who were there when the first accident struck. But there were three when the whole ground ruck. There was one missing. Flossie looked to Amaryllis who pulled some paper and crayons from her bag. Flossie repeated the sequence back, the rainbow code to calm the crack. What was returned in color was a prismatic display, by then, Flossie had nothing to say. The moment of seer lucidity was gone. She didn't see him, nor the colors anymore.

Vimal threw the cart off and shouted a rainbow, it was the sound of bright orange and the taste of navy blue, muddled with chartreuse and full of gloom. Flossie was still scribbling away, plans for something. She'd seen this before, a long time ago before the marmalade factory was ever her door. But what was her name? And why was she lost? Wasn't she the one to help lost people find where they were going? Was this all some ruse, some cruel joke of fate? She didn't know, but being blind to the Color was ruining her town.

Comments:

26th Apr 2015, 10:25 PM
ProfEtheric
Gah! This just gets more and more epic as you go!

The citizens of Hossville do seem a bit accident-prone... :)
27th Apr 2015, 4:17 PM
Spelledeg
Three days left to wrap it up!

I've also only drawn the ones who are drawn to accidents, but yep, there are quite a few people in town... Not that entities like Vimal help any. He's grown fat off stolen color.