Transsubscription
If I'm not wrong, the term 'transsubscription' (single word, all lower-case letters) has not been defined before. I hereby define it as the footnoting of something which used to be (or ought to be) something else. Treat this post as an instance (or, if you like, which I am hoping not, an instantiation).
There has just occurred this conversation, in which two Old Ones (and one not so old) were engaged in interlocution with He Who Remains Unnamed. Here is the transcript (or transcription):
There has just occurred this conversation, in which two Old Ones (and one not so old) were engaged in interlocution with He Who Remains Unnamed. Here is the transcript (or transcription):
OO1: I am dining with some (younger) [entities] to whom you are apparently a mythic figure from ages past.And thus endeth the transsubscription.
HWRU: [displays consternation] WHAT? How come?
OO1: Something to do with [life-transference specialist parasites]. I couldn't quite follow; it was abstruse. [pauses] Or [mystical] arts.
HWRU: What? [Life-transference specialist parasitism] and/or [mysticism]? How old are these younger [entities]?
OO1: I estimate about 10 [unspecified periods of time] younger. It is hard to tell nowadays. I feel antediluvian.
HWRU: Ten [upot] your junior? That would be a [cohort] from the [ages] after I left as a [minor servitor class entity] and before I arrived as a [major power]!
OO1: I don't think you [inflicted educational function upon] these...
HWRU: Hmm. My first [cohort] was about 10 [upot] after that — [date redacted].
OO1: No no your reputation has reached these mortals in other spheres.
HWRU: Goodness. Or the opposite.
OO1: The tones were as of journeymen speaking of a noted sage of old.
HWRU: Do I know any of these people? [grins]
OO1: I don't think so. But they know OF you as a Great Old One.
[redacted]
OO1: I was quite amused when your name was invoked spontaneously in the middle of conversation concerning creatures that go bump in the night.
NSOO: HWRU, in the Room of Staves at the College of Wyverns, people compare you to Dorian Gray.
OO2: Hahahaha! So, the Great [name redacted] has achieved immortal status akin to [name redacted]... Another one for the pantheon!
HWRU: Oh dear! Oh dear oh dear! I am undone! (Or at least, Unnamed.) [laughs out loud]
Labels: Historical Fiction, Humour
etched with acid at 1:25:00 am
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