NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi<p><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/Scout" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Scout</span></a> 5/19 (<a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TimeManager" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeManager</span></a> Part 11) </p><p>A “man” walked up to Poe on his hands. His feet straight up in the air and head protruding from his ass.</p><p>“Ich seche faces as wex, wroght to be wondred at,” As the man spoke, a long forked tongue shot out of his mouth holding a contract.</p><p>Poe stared at the contract the “person” thrust at him, saying, “I’m not signing my soul away!”</p><p>Raven cackled, “He’s a talent SCOUT.”</p><p>“For what? I can’t sing, dance, or act.”</p><p>Raven spoke to the “man,” “He desireth to witen wherfore.”</p><p>The man replied, “For Sire Alfrede’s Fyneste Fendes Melle. He sholde winne muchel worship.”</p><p>Raven translated, “For Sir Alfred’s Ultimate Freak Show. He would be a great success.” Raven began cackling again. “Worship! That be rich.”</p><p>“Me? Not the talking raven?” Poe was astonished.</p><p>“Yes, you. The man who writes poems to dead women and talks to ravens at midnight.”</p><p>Poe flicked Raven.</p><p>“I’ll tell him,” Raven said indignantly.</p><p>“Nay. His wille ne draweth thider.”</p><p>“Meetes and herberwe yiven. Haluepeni the mone. Ne shalt do bettre þan þat,” the man replied.</p><p>Raven translated, “Meals and lodging provided. Halfpenny a month. Won’t do better than that.”</p><p>“He’s crazy. I’m not a freak and a halfpenny a month! He can stick it up his ass!” Poe was bristling.</p><p>“His ass is in use, and I am not translating,” Raven said.</p><p>Poe shook his head vigorously.</p><p>The man shrugged and walked off, muttering, “Warlockes ben wondere wights. Were he min, ich wolde wasshen his muð mid sape.”</p><p>“He says, ‘Warlocks are weird creatures, and he would wash your mouth out with soap if you were his kid.’”</p><p><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/MiddleEnglish" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MiddleEnglish</span></a> <br><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MicroFiction</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMPrompts" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMPrompts</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMV366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMV366</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NotDrabble" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NotDrabble</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMTTA" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMTTA</span></a></p>