"We've got a witch! A witch!" A hyperactive a.k.a. normal Nils
called, along with about 4 dozen extras. "A witchhhhhh!" Nils twirled,
making his shorts fly up in a very disturbing fashion.
Lucius shoved Canas into the scene, decked out in a suit of... well, I guess you could call it armor. Does a metal bucket and a sheet of aluminum count? Anyway... Once again cursing, Canas adjusted his monocle and... helmet. He sniffed and looked at the "mob" distastefully.
"There are ways of telling whether-..." Canas stopped and glared at Nils, muttering under his breath.
"Nils! Where is the witch?!"
Nils giggled. "Oops!" He ran off the set, and dragged Lucius onto the scene. Lucius kicked, flailed, and shouted protests. Nils had fitted a long radish to his nose, and a small, tin hat on his head.
"THIS ISN'T IN THE SCRIPT!" Lucius screamed and was forced into Canas' arms.
Canas twitched. Lucius blushed a deep red and scrambled back onto the plank of wood. Regaining his composure, Canas spoke again.
"There are ways of telling whether she is a witch. Now, what do you do burn?" He spoke wisely, and Nils and the extras immediately piped up.
"WITCHES!" The all screamed excitedly.
"What else do you burn?" Canas suggested a tinge of annoyance in his voice.
"MORE WITCHES!!!" Nils burst out, while the extra next to him smacked him upside the head.
The extra then spoke, after a moment of thought. "Wood!"
"Very good!" Canas praised, and then went on. "So, if you burn wood, that means..." He hinted.
Nils pondered, deep in thought. "That means... witches are made of wood!"
"Correct!" Canas said, forcing a smile.
"So... if she burns, she's made of wood, so... she's a witch!"
"A witch! A witch! Burn her, burn her!" They all screamed happily.
Lucius sobbed. "But I am male! He! Not she! He!" He said loudly, though no one paid any mind to him.
"But there is one other test! If a witch is made of wood, what else could we test?"
"Build a bridge out of her!" Nils danced around excitedly.
"Ah, but can you not also build bridges out of stone?" Canas said gently.
"Oh yeah, right..." Nils said, a bit dissapointed.
"Wood floats in water!" An extra quipped.
"Yes! Now, what else floats in water?" Canas questioned.
"Flutes!"
"Killing Edges!"
"Very small vulneraries!"
"Steel axes!"
"Temples!"
"VAIDA!"
Kent stood in the background, and spoke regally. "A duck!"
Canas nodded in his direction. "Exactly! Nils then thought. "So, if she floats in water... she's made of wood!" "Correct!" "Throw her into the pond! Throw her into the pond!" They all shouted. "Wait, wait...." Nils said. "If she weighs as much as a duck, she's made of wood!" "Yeah burn her!" And they took Lucius away. "AT LEAST CALL ME A WARLOCK! THIS ISN'T FAIR! I'M THE DIRECTOR!" Lucius called.
Lucius shoved Canas into the scene, decked out in a suit of... well, I guess you could call it armor. Does a metal bucket and a sheet of aluminum count? Anyway... Once again cursing, Canas adjusted his monocle and... helmet. He sniffed and looked at the "mob" distastefully.
"There are ways of telling whether-..." Canas stopped and glared at Nils, muttering under his breath.
"Nils! Where is the witch?!"
Nils giggled. "Oops!" He ran off the set, and dragged Lucius onto the scene. Lucius kicked, flailed, and shouted protests. Nils had fitted a long radish to his nose, and a small, tin hat on his head.
"THIS ISN'T IN THE SCRIPT!" Lucius screamed and was forced into Canas' arms.
Canas twitched. Lucius blushed a deep red and scrambled back onto the plank of wood. Regaining his composure, Canas spoke again.
"There are ways of telling whether she is a witch. Now, what do you do burn?" He spoke wisely, and Nils and the extras immediately piped up.
"WITCHES!" The all screamed excitedly.
"What else do you burn?" Canas suggested a tinge of annoyance in his voice.
"MORE WITCHES!!!" Nils burst out, while the extra next to him smacked him upside the head.
The extra then spoke, after a moment of thought. "Wood!"
"Very good!" Canas praised, and then went on. "So, if you burn wood, that means..." He hinted.
Nils pondered, deep in thought. "That means... witches are made of wood!"
"Correct!" Canas said, forcing a smile.
"So... if she burns, she's made of wood, so... she's a witch!"
"A witch! A witch! Burn her, burn her!" They all screamed happily.
Lucius sobbed. "But I am male! He! Not she! He!" He said loudly, though no one paid any mind to him.
"But there is one other test! If a witch is made of wood, what else could we test?"
"Build a bridge out of her!" Nils danced around excitedly.
"Ah, but can you not also build bridges out of stone?" Canas said gently.
"Oh yeah, right..." Nils said, a bit dissapointed.
"Wood floats in water!" An extra quipped.
"Yes! Now, what else floats in water?" Canas questioned.
"Flutes!"
"Killing Edges!"
"Very small vulneraries!"
"Steel axes!"
"Temples!"
"VAIDA!"
Kent stood in the background, and spoke regally. "A duck!"
Canas nodded in his direction. "Exactly! Nils then thought. "So, if she floats in water... she's made of wood!" "Correct!" "Throw her into the pond! Throw her into the pond!" They all shouted. "Wait, wait...." Nils said. "If she weighs as much as a duck, she's made of wood!" "Yeah burn her!" And they took Lucius away. "AT LEAST CALL ME A WARLOCK! THIS ISN'T FAIR! I'M THE DIRECTOR!" Lucius called.