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Thy Mother's Sword

If your mother bestowed a sword upon you, what would it be?

I'm thinking mine would give me a mechanical pencil with a sturdy eraser, she's an accountant.


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Aug. 31st, 2009 06:17 pm (UTC)
Teapot, with the creamer and sugarbowl for a dagger.

She's English, they can do anything with a cup of tea.
Aug. 31st, 2009 07:01 pm (UTC)
Mine was always 'what are you going to do NEXT and how are you going to go about it?'

Education, planning, hard work. And a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to start out with.
Aug. 31st, 2009 07:39 pm (UTC)
A pen. My mom is an artist, like me. ^_^
And you know what they say about pens...

Aug. 31st, 2009 07:42 pm (UTC)
Hmm... I think the sword would be much like a Swiss Army knife, with all sorts of useful pieces for whatever I wanted to do, like knitting or smithing or writing. And a compartment with contraceptives.
Aug. 31st, 2009 08:23 pm (UTC)
A fully loaded MacPro with Final Cut Pro on it, a Canon GL2 and a copy of Final Draft.
Aug. 31st, 2009 08:58 pm (UTC)
actually mine would give me a mechanical pencil as well, 9mm graphite, brown and mustard yellow from the 80s...or a laptop battery...
Aug. 31st, 2009 09:22 pm (UTC)
And old-school russian syringe, glass, with little gradations. She was a nurse in russia, and, actually, is a nurse now.

(I'd fit right in among the Bioshock little girl crowd)
Sep. 1st, 2009 12:11 am (UTC)
That's fucking awesome.
Aug. 31st, 2009 09:34 pm (UTC)
A sword constructed entirely of elaborately folded and treated paper cut from books of all stripes -- history books (but not textbooks), cookbooks, classic children's fantasy and historical fiction, the Bible, Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats, broadside ballads, folktales and mythology from hundreds of cultures, everything. My father would probably tie some ribbons of celluloid to the hilt, and there'd probably be charms shaped like records and forks and cake pans.

My mother has homeschooled me all my life -- yes, even now that I've graduated! -- and knowledge and a fierce love for world culture, good food, and storytelling of every kind were the weapons my parents bestowed upon me.
Sep. 1st, 2009 02:40 am (UTC)
It would be a quill pen with a clicky top to retract the main blade, and the quills themselves would be shuriken-like (and would grow back if some needed to be used)
Sep. 1st, 2009 02:47 am (UTC)
Probably the Apple computer knockoff (Franklin) that she built from parts in 1980.

It wasn't good for much other than word-processing and playing Snakebite, but it was cool.
Sep. 1st, 2009 07:52 am (UTC)
Like justbeast, my mom is also a nurse.
She would give me a pill and say, "Take this," along with a lecture on being careful and discerning on my journey...and tell me that she loved me.

Sep. 1st, 2009 11:15 am (UTC)
It would be made of the written words. Always moving, remembering all the words made and displaying all the ones ever being born. My mother literally birthed my life to libraries and bookstores and reading.
Sep. 1st, 2009 02:09 pm (UTC)
My mom's sword would probably be a cordless phone with a verrrry long antenna like a fencer's rapier - that, or a pumice stone on a plastic handle.
Sep. 1st, 2009 08:05 pm (UTC)
Mine would be a paper sword, made entirely of sheet music. All the notes and words on every page would be handwritten. Some of the sheets would be yellowed with age. Some would have her current name, some her previous married name, some her married name before that, some her maiden name.

It would be surprisingly powerful, not at all what you'd expect from paper, a la the anime series Read or Die.
Sep. 2nd, 2009 12:45 am (UTC)
An old-school actually made-of-metal Singer sewing machine. A violin bow. An encyclopedia. ...it's hard to think of just one thing. Something strong that can create something beautiful.
Sep. 2nd, 2009 04:59 pm (UTC)
a broken pencil
Sep. 2nd, 2009 09:19 pm (UTC)
None. She'd refuse to believe in the need for it.
Sep. 4th, 2009 12:36 pm (UTC)
my mother's sword?

A wooden spoon, or a chef knife.
Sep. 4th, 2009 04:58 pm (UTC)
Inside that glass casket pulled from Death's mouth, inscribed that within is my mother's sword, I would find a key. Skeleton, I should think, suitable for growing or shrinking or shining and sitting dully or flying around to the other side of locked doors when the side I'm on has no place for a key... for that is one of the biggest things my mother has ever taught me, how to carry one's own keys to freedom.
Sep. 7th, 2009 12:59 am (UTC)
A bag of Chinese herbs (for the herbal tonics she is good at making).
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