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Sept 3, 2007 3:34:36 GMT -5
Post by Witcher Wolf on Sept 3, 2007 3:34:36 GMT -5
[I'm with Mira]
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Sept 3, 2007 5:56:37 GMT -5
Post by Aedh on Sept 3, 2007 5:56:37 GMT -5
I'm with them ... please Jordan DO feel free to jump into the wackiness. (You DID start it after all!) That being said ... and with all due respect ... ya know, once wackiness gets started, it's hard to stop. This thread has been officially hijacked. Again. But hey ... what do you expect when you start bringing in the Evil Genius In Residence to help out?
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Sept 3, 2007 8:12:26 GMT -5
Post by Witcher Wolf on Sept 3, 2007 8:12:26 GMT -5
[It's been hijacked all right, heh, even I'm posting in it *grin*]
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Vice Council in Charge of Flames and Summary Combustions
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Sept 3, 2007 22:58:38 GMT -5
Post by Prestan on Sept 3, 2007 22:58:38 GMT -5
O i like that its been hijacked, whatever keeps the thread alive, it's just that it's alot of reading, more than I intend to do, and by the looks of what I've skimmed thru you guys are on a roll and far be it for me to change the story's course. Of course I prefer mine with alot less chat and alot more blowing stuff up but maybe thats just me. I dont suspect anyone will help me on my alphabetical quest, but I aim to finish it, even if I go alone. Why? I dunno.
B Be careful Preston, you're treading on my dreams.
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Ok, allow me to contribute to the story to attempt to spice things up. (if it helps.)
With a look of tiredness yet resolve, Prestan closes his book of burning. He heads for the tv station and instructs the olive-jump-suit-wearing crew to broadcast a live message immediatley.
*Ahem
I, Father, (er... which I guess I've been promoted to) hereby condmen the actions taken by one Aedh, who was scheduled for summary combustion and escaped in a bizarre and totally wicked awesome explosive scene.
It later came to my attention that a man by the name of Aedk was SUPPOSED to be the one burnt to a chickeny crisp and due to a.. ahem, calculated error (I lost my reading glasses) Aedh took his place.
However, this does not negate the fact that Aedh not only broke the rules of the Tetagrammaton, but also trashed my office and killed several of my guards, one of whom owed me 20 bucks from a poker game the previous night.
Therefore, under these extreme circumstances, I herby order ALL citizens of Libria to hunt down and kill Aedh, without question or incident. A reward of temporary immunity from incineration goes to whoever completes this task, as well as a coupon for Taco Bell. Those who do not comply to this demand will... I dunno, I'll figure that out later, but oh boy something bad's going to happen if you don't make it a priority to hunt down and DESTROY AEDH!
I'm well aware that I'm not up to date with the current story and I dont know what the fate of Aedh is. However, that is not important. I am Father damnit, what I say goes.
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Also, will the owner of a white 2065 Sudan report to the Monastary: Your car is being towed.
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Sept 4, 2007 0:26:03 GMT -5
Post by Aedh on Sept 4, 2007 0:26:03 GMT -5
In the fastnesses of the standard-issue super-secret Evil Guy fortress ... [/b]a minion monitoring the media picks up the aforementioned broadcast, recording it as usual, and later includes it in the shift-change report to the incoming mini-boss, who in his turn forwards it to the VoD (Villain On Duty), who happens to be an acquaintance of The Bastard's named Bling the Merciless, from the planet Bongo ... temporarily exiled due to the efforts of some do-good twit named Flash something ... Flash Borden, yes, who took his axe and tried to give Bling forty whacks. Bling looks it over, stamps it "Received," and tosses it in the outbox for possible presentation to the EG. "But--" says the MB, "isn't this kind of urgent ... ? After all, he's saying: Therefore, under these extreme circumstances, I herby order ALL citizens of Libria to hunt down and kill Aedh, without question or incident. A reward of temporary immunity from incineration goes to whoever completes this task, as well as a coupon for Taco Bell. Those who do not comply to this demand will... I dunno, I'll figure that out later, but oh boy something bad's going to happen if you don't make it a priority to hunt down and DESTROY AEDH! Bling snorts and manipulates his long, pointed fingernails. "Another general order for The Boss's death? Look sonny, if you had a day's pay for every one of those that's gone out on him, you'd be able to buy out the Cleric Limousine factory AND Combustion Works Ltd, and still have enough to retire on. In fact, until you've had a dozen or so you don't even qualify for Evil Genius Academy. I myself have three or four." "I ... understand sir," says the mini-boss, trembling before the sinister glance of the jewel-bedecked 'made man.' "It's all posturing for the media," says the exiled Emperor. "It's whatever they put out when nothing else happened that day ... helps justify their pitiful bureaucratic existence. Go now ... and consider yourself fortunate that I feel patient for once." The miniboss gulps, salutes, and is gone. Bling considers a moment, then picks up his com-set receiver. >< >< >< In the outer office of Aedh's fantastic penthouse, the slim, deadly secretary presses a button. "His Evilness' office ... oh, yes. Mmmmm ... I see. Thank you." She buzzes the Man himself, who responds after a moment ... apparently deep in conversation with Fluffikins. "Aedh. Yes, Mamba? Mm-h'mm ... I see ... another twit considers himself promoted to Father, eh ... ? Oh the one who thought he could have ME arrested?" He laughs out loud ... a peculiar sound, rather as if a bagpipe had suddenly developed a life of its own, spied--and conceived an unholy lust for--a chromatic harmonica, and attempted, huffing and groaning, to mate with the protesting prey. "Scheme 467b, with contingencies F and N, I think. No ... hell, no. We want to have a little ... entertainment with him first. Like all new Fathers ... break him in a bit ... see how he goes. Then we'll have him in eventually, and gently explain to him how things really work in this town ... yes. Thank you, Mamba. Keep me posted." He puts down the com-pad with a watery glimmer in his eyes. "That one, Fluffikins ... we think we'll definitely have some fun with him. Perhaps ... yesss ... we feels a brand-new scheme and plot coming on, doesn't we? Mmmmmmyeah ..." [Pssst! Prestan buddy ... we started an "EQ ABC's" thread for you. Unfortunately, "B" and "C" are already taken the last I looked ... try to think of a "D."]
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Sept 4, 2007 1:52:05 GMT -5
Post by Mirabilis on Sept 4, 2007 1:52:05 GMT -5
O i like that its been hijacked, whatever keeps the thread alive, it's just that it's alot of reading, more than I intend to do, and by the looks of what I've skimmed thru you guys are on a roll and far be it for me to change the story's course. Of course I prefer mine with alot less chat and alot more blowing stuff up but maybe thats just me. I dont suspect anyone will help me on my alphabetical quest, but I aim to finish it, even if I go alone. Why? I dunno. B Be careful Preston, you're treading on my dreams. [Prestan - Aedh very kindly started a new thread for you for the 'A-Z of EQ Quotes' - you can find it here: equilibrium.proboards17.com/index.cgi?board=general&action=display&thread=1188817326
We're up to the letter D at the moment. ]
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Sept 6, 2007 1:26:40 GMT -5
Post by Vespertilio on Sept 6, 2007 1:26:40 GMT -5
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Sept 6, 2007 2:50:41 GMT -5
Post by Witcher Wolf on Sept 6, 2007 2:50:41 GMT -5
[BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!]
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Sept 6, 2007 14:40:31 GMT -5
Post by Mirabilis on Sept 6, 2007 14:40:31 GMT -5
Good god!!!!!! *Leaps back in alarm as a gigantic furry face looms up in the TARDIS control room viewing screen* Is that......a giant cat outside? ?? *turns to look at the Doctor frowning* I thought you said we were going to Croydon???
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Sept 6, 2007 17:29:45 GMT -5
Post by Witcher Wolf on Sept 6, 2007 17:29:45 GMT -5
The Doctor takes this in his stride and shakes his head. "Magnifying setting...was up too high," he twiddles a knob and throws a lever. "See, tiny kitty really. Now what you want to wonder is why if we're supposed to be in Croydon there's a huge, and I mean REALLY huge forest outside with trees as tall as the lime green towers of Norris Noka."
He taps the viewscreen with a finger. "Norris Noka did have lime green towers or was it puce, I can't remember. Seems so long ago and about a dozen lifetimes away."
"Sorry," he grumbles. "Rambling again. So yes, trees, do you like trees. I love trees me, fancy a stroll?"
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Sept 7, 2007 0:27:53 GMT -5
Post by Vespertilio on Sept 7, 2007 0:27:53 GMT -5
Dozens of shiny, bright eyes gleaming from almost unbearably cute, fuzzy little heads attached to furry, wee bodies that looked something like a cross between a cat and monkey peered down from the very tall, very green trees at the very blue box that had suddenly materialized in their forest...
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Sept 7, 2007 2:37:03 GMT -5
Post by Aedh on Sept 7, 2007 2:37:03 GMT -5
The lift doors whisper open in the lobby, and the tall woman's footsteps sound surprisingly light and rapid across the woollen carpet on the marble floor ... a nod to the attendant, the lobby portals glide apart, and she passes out into the afternoon. Upstairs, the Queen Mother sleeps the sleep of the thoroughly, completely, exhaustively satisfied--even her legendary stamina having met its match against the inhumanly cool, smooth proteinoid bioplastate in which reposes CCQ's advanced polytissue nanocircuitry, framed by the alloy flexcage and enforced by piston-like titanium struts instead of pitiful, brittle human bones.
Suddenly, in a nod to our patron Prestan's penchant for gratuitous violence, a car screams around the corner, someone firing out of a lowered window, and the large, two-ton chunk of steel hurtles straight toward the 'bot. She spreads feet shoulder-width, standing easily as her coattails billow ... waiting for the moment as death comes down upon her.
The driver, seeing her, instinctively brakes, turning. Her arms come up, twin subguns BRRRRRP-BRRRRRPing precisely; shattered car window starts to cave as the vehicle slews, its rear end going once round and up a loading ramp, then striking a vertical post, which causes the petrol tank to ignite. The orange fireball takes out rows of windows along each side of the street, but the exploding hulk spins once again and plows into a cargo van loaded with gas cylinders.
Even CCQ with her compound skin drops and rolls under a nearby lorry for protection as the explosion rips the face off every building on the block, flaming gases shooting out for several blocks to sear pedestrians. Chunks of heavy metal canister and lorry parts become deadly projectiles, spiking structures for a half-mile around, as a glowing mushroom lifts to the sky, shaking half the city.
Waiting a moment for the debris to stop raining down, CCQ rolls out from under her shelter spot and come smoothly upright, like a cat ... brushing herself off, and resuming her walk down the street ... being careful to step around broken, gushing pipes and gouts of flame from doorways and casements. There is, after all, business to be taken care of ... a programme to be fulfilled.
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Sept 7, 2007 6:33:16 GMT -5
Post by Mirabilis on Sept 7, 2007 6:33:16 GMT -5
Trees? Well......not that many trees in Libria as I recall.....I thought Queen Mother had a giant Venus Fly Trap.....but that turned out to be a slanderous rumour put about by her previous victim...er....I mean partner! *wink...grin* Sure...we can go for a stroll.....should I get changed or shall I come as I am?
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Prestan
Vice Council in Charge of Flames and Summary Combustions
Not Without Innocence
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Sept 13, 2007 0:04:49 GMT -5
Post by Prestan on Sept 13, 2007 0:04:49 GMT -5
No! I refuse to let this thread die... must find an interesting plot twist to keep it alive...
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Mirabilis... will you marry me? Aedh... I am your father! Wolf... I killed your father. Vespertilo... Your father's cool with me.
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GO!
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Sept 13, 2007 3:17:09 GMT -5
Post by Witcher Wolf on Sept 13, 2007 3:17:09 GMT -5
Trees? Well......not that many trees in Libria as I recall.....I thought Queen Mother had a giant Venus Fly Trap.....but that turned out to be a slanderous rumour put about by her previous victim...er....I mean partner! *wink...grin* Sure...we can go for a stroll.....should I get changed or shall I come as I am? "I once went to a world that was ruled by Venus Fly Traps, sentient ones...they were no fun at parties I can tell you." He hands the woman an umbrella. "You might need this just incase there's lots of rain, there usually is lots of rain...it might be raining dogs...or cats, or dogs and cats out there, never can tell."
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Sept 13, 2007 15:28:02 GMT -5
Post by Aedh on Sept 13, 2007 15:28:02 GMT -5
No! I refuse to let this thread die... must find an interesting plot twist to keep it alive... As Prestan sits at his massive desk, signing papers and phoning in orders, he has to press one button again .. then again ... his secretary's not responding. He looks up, annoyed, to see a large, powerfully-formed feminine figure standing in his office doorway. She raises a pair of Berettas ... the barrels gling menacingly ... there are a pair of dry clicks ... and two flags pop out of the barrels. One says: "BANG!" and the other says: "YOU'RE DEAD." As Prestan goggles, she leaps up, punching out a panel, pulling herself up into a vent, and disappears.
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Sept 13, 2007 16:15:15 GMT -5
Post by Vespertilio on Sept 13, 2007 16:15:15 GMT -5
Trees? Well......not that many trees in Libria as I recall.....I thought Queen Mother had a giant Venus Fly Trap.....but that turned out to be a slanderous rumour put about by her previous victim...er....I mean partner! *wink...grin* Sure...we can go for a stroll.....should I get changed or shall I come as I am? "I once went to a world that was ruled by Venus Fly Traps, sentient ones...they were no fun at parties I can tell you." He hands the woman an umbrella. "You might need this just incase there's lots of rain, there usually is lots of rain...it might be raining dogs...or cats, or dogs and cats out there, never can tell." Chittering quietly among themselves, the little cat-monkeys began to drop onto the roof of the TARDIS. They poked at the light, ran their tiny paws over the incised lettering that read Police Public Call Box (not that they could read it, of course) and peered over the edge, waiting to see what would happen next...
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Sept 19, 2007 13:18:41 GMT -5
Post by Mirabilis on Sept 19, 2007 13:18:41 GMT -5
*Takes umbrella...sneezes....and umbrella immediately turns into spandex* Ooh....er sorry about that....I forgot to mention my er...unusual affliction....spandexitis....very rare...and only when I sneeze and happen to be touching something at the same time....used to drive Queen Mother crazy...especially as she was into leather!! So keep your distance when there's any pollen etc. around...okay? I don't think you'd look too good in a brown spandex unitard! *Grin* Now then.....my...my...this IS a very impressive looking place.....definitely not Croydon....hmmm...and.....*squelch*.....eeeeeewwww....inhabited too...by something with a very dodgy diet!
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Sept 20, 2007 10:19:10 GMT -5
Post by Aedh on Sept 20, 2007 10:19:10 GMT -5
EG Aedh sits back in his luxurious office chair, gently cradled in richly-tanned Caucasian lambskin upholstery. Taking a puff on his long Cohiba--rolled to order by one of a bevy of dusky Cuban virgins--he says: "Read it out to me please, Mamba."
The lithe, deadly secretary adjusts her rimless (and purely decorative) spectacles, punches a button on her palmtop, and reads:
"To: Father, aka Prestan. From: ReaLibria Holdings PLC, etc., 12K2, 9/148. Dear Sir: Your establishment now stands in ten months' arrears of rent on your executive office complex, located at, etc., private helipad, and official super-luxe City residence located at, etc. Repeated notices to your predecessor and to your office have resulted in repeated promises to pay, but so far we have seen nothing on the $6,347,257.53 in back rent, penalties, and interest you owe as of this morning. Therefore, pursuant to the notice served on your office on Monday, we initiated legal action, and to-day obtained a judgment against you in the amount quoted, plus legal fees, payable immediately.
"You have twenty-four hours as of the time you or your staff are served with this notice, to satisfy the amount payable, in full. Failure to do this will trigger immediate eviction proceedings, and bailiff's men will be standing by to attach any of your personal or real property toward settlement of the said judgment.
"On a personal note, I will add that in deference to your position as Libria's unofficial but recognised Head of State, we are prepared to forego collection of legal fees and expenses on top of the debt. The Directors of this Firm have always retained great respect for the office of Father; in fact, we could have initiated this action four months ago, but we afforded your predecessor considerable latitude. We can, unfortunately, no longer continue to bear this kind of unfunded outlay.
"It is with heartfelt and sincere regret that the Firm takes this step. Please arrange for speedy settlement, to avoid any possible indignity to the Executive Branch, and unhappy forced disposal of your personal assets. Yours etc., Hugh Clark, Chairman and CEO, ReaLibria Holdings PLC."
"Good. I like it," says the Evil Genius, contemplative micro-puffs of smoke wafting from his lips as he speaks. "Firm ... yet not without a gracious touch. I've not checked into the ReaLibria Holdings division for a while--I assume this is all on the up-and-up?"
"Absolutely, sir," the woman assures him, snapping her palmtop shut. "Father--to speak frankly, sir--left her successor a nasty mess. She last paid her rent last November. Even when she got her holiday bonus, she laid nothing to the rents, but went off on a distillery tour of Scotland with some Cleric we still haven't identified."
"Um, yes," says Aedh quickly. "That'll do, Mamba. Have it notarised and served by an officer immediately."
Then he turns back to his desk as Mamba slinks out .... concentrating now on the print-outs and screens. That stupid tin-pot Dalek had been on to something apparently ... and a teleconference with The Bastard had evinced the opinion that the spatio-temporal disturbance had been consistent with the arrival and departure of a TARDIS ... but there was only one other Time Lord known to be out and about with one of those.
The question was ... why? And what link to the disappearing Father ... and what further link to the mystery of ... Father's Mojo??
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Sept 21, 2007 3:30:33 GMT -5
Post by Witcher Wolf on Sept 21, 2007 3:30:33 GMT -5
*Takes umbrella...sneezes....and umbrella immediately turns into spandex* Ooh....er sorry about that....I forgot to mention my er...unusual affliction....spandexitis....very rare...and only when I sneeze and happen to be touching something at the same time....used to drive Queen Mother crazy...especially as she was into leather!! So keep your distance when there's any pollen etc. around...okay? I don't think you'd look too good in a brown spandex unitard! *Grin* Now then.....my...my...this IS a very impressive looking place.....definitely not Croydon....hmmm...and.....*squelch*.....eeeeeewwww....inhabited too...by something with a very dodgy diet! The Doctor's eyebrow curves upwards in a manner akin to that of a regengade centipede, stops and then goes back down again. He ushers the woman out of the TARDIS, stops, locks it and hides the key in a flick of his wrist. It's the chittering from above that draws his attention as the wave of cat-monkey things begin to move away and into the forest. The Doctor being the curious fellow he is sprints after them. "If it's one thing from all my years of running on alien planets I've learned," he says. "It's running after strange alien creatures can lead to all sorts of..." The ground gives way and deposits both the Time Lord and his charge in a tunnel underground. "Unexpected," he cleans himself off. "Places."
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Sept 21, 2007 5:52:28 GMT -5
Post by Mirabilis on Sept 21, 2007 5:52:28 GMT -5
Unexpected........? Aaaachooooo!!! Damn!!! What a time to change into a spandex Cleric coat!!! *Sigh* Oh well...*Dusts self off and looks around* Interesting......this tunnel seems to be well maintained.....light fittings cunningly concealed in the walls.....smooth paved flooring.....doesn't look like the work of our little furry friends up there....oh and I guess the big double door ahead with strange carved runes and evil looking gargoyles is a bit of a giveaway! It reminds me a bit of a secret underground chamber back at the palace.....QM did like her secret underground chambers....she told me she kept her antique collections in it but I had my doubts....some very strange noises used to come from down there......and it wasn't woodworm I can tell you!! Anything here look familiar to you Doctor?
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Sept 24, 2007 22:21:50 GMT -5
Post by Aedh on Sept 24, 2007 22:21:50 GMT -5
In another secret location, Doc Mock has been toiling away on an invention. Browbeaten minions and insulted assistants scurry this way and that, securing parts and clearing software glitches for him, not to mention fetching endless cups of coffee to fuel his shrewish temper. “No … NO you pea-brained louse!” he squawks at one slow functionary. “I said, connect the RED wire to the left-hand reciprocating variegator—grow some thumbs for evil’s sake! Then use them to clear the wax out of your ears!”
Eventually, with an apparatus taking shape, a com-pad jingles. The Doc hits a button and hisses: “Go away, you two-legged chigger! Hasn’t it occurred to you I might be busy … unlike you?”
“I should hope you are,” comes the dry growl of EG Aedh.
“Oh! Sorry sir!” The scientist coughs nervously. “Um … come right in.”
“Thank you.” The doors whisper open, and the tall, menacing form of the supervillain advances—not flanked by his usual Amazonian Guard, but accompanied only by Samira ... who herself, some think, could take them all in a scrap. “What news, Doc? Is the Mojo Detector almost online?”
“Ready for its initial trial,” replies Doc Mock, motioning away lab assistants who are congregating in small knots … the rumour flying that this is The Big Boss, come down from exective nirvana to visit their lab.
“You may power up when ready,” says Aedh, turning with a rustle of coattails … Samira permitting an intern to approach. Aedh doesn’t give autographs, but as the person goes down on one knee, the Evil Genius favours her with an offhand slap of the elegant onyx-hued gloves in his left hand; then he turns back to business as Doc flips a few switches.
There is a hum, and an LCD screen lights up with a green graphic matrix studded with points of red and blue … rotating circles of symbols weave briefly, then converge. A loud buzzer goes off. “What is that?” askes the big man softly.
“This is--it seems to have discovered some class-A mojo power very nearby!” exclaims Doc Mock. “Strange …”
They look at the device’s dish, whose sensor is pointed about halfway down Aedh’s Cleric Coat front.
“Of course … “ mutters the scientist feverishly, glancing up at the blank face with a slight glitter in its eyes. “Well … um—“
“Well, it works,” supplies Samira matter-of-factly. “We know that much. Now, how soon can you have a portable version ready?”
“A … a week?” hazards Doc Mock.
“You have three days,” says Aedh curtly, turning on his heel and nodding to his security chief. In a barely audible tone he adds: “Good work. So far.” They leave.
As soon as the doors glide shut, the lab staff visibly relax and begin some low chatter, some clustering around the intern and touching the slap spot on her face for luck. Dock Mock, too, loosens up for a moment—but only for a moment. “Right … enough wasting The Big Boss’s time, you crowd of insufferably cretinous tea-sponges!” he spits out. “Now try to get some work done for him for a change!!”
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Sept 26, 2007 15:33:31 GMT -5
Post by Aedh on Sept 26, 2007 15:33:31 GMT -5
Elsewhere, Shagneto is easily moving down a corridor, his heavy steps making the floor quiver: his expert assistance with electricity and magnetism is required to help Dock Mock solve a problem with the miniaturised Mojo Detector.
With his big helmet on, however, he doesn’t immediately detect a corner, and a running female figure collides with him. “Watch yourself, ya gorilla!” exclaims the small young woman.
He turns and looks down. “Ah … back from your latest stint in rehab, are you? I don’t know why the Big Boss keeps you around, Lin-dzi Lwan … you’re not not particularly dangerous unless you’ve got a snootful of booze and blow and are behind the wheel of a sport-utility vehicle …”
The other shakes her head vigorously and gives him a spitfire glare. “So what …? I know how to PAR-TAY!! Which is more that you do … your idea of a good time is going out and doing something which destroys rain forests or hurts animal habitat. And as for your carbon footprint … I won’t EVEN go there! Ewww--gag me with a spoon!”
“Well, I guess your films do contribute to Aedhorama Studios’ profit margin,” rumbles the giant baddie. “Meh ... off with you, girl. I’ve got a project to complete before I go on leave. Oh--and mind the ankle bracelet there.”
The sloe-eyed popstar sticks her tongue out at him as he passes on, then pats her Gucci bag. She’s due to resume her training at the Monastery to-day, and determined to earn her Cleric coat no matter what … even if it means sobriety for a whole week. That’ll show those cows Nickey Richole and Brit Nee! It might even mean another coveted cover on “LibriGrrl!”
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Sept 27, 2007 5:38:49 GMT -5
Post by Witcher Wolf on Sept 27, 2007 5:38:49 GMT -5
Unexpected........? Aaaachooooo!!! Damn!!! What a time to change into a spandex Cleric coat!!! *Sigh* Oh well...*Dusts self off and looks around* Interesting......this tunnel seems to be well maintained.....light fittings cunningly concealed in the walls.....smooth paved flooring.....doesn't look like the work of our little furry friends up there....oh and I guess the big double door ahead with strange carved runes and evil looking gargoyles is a bit of a giveaway! It reminds me a bit of a secret underground chamber back at the palace.....QM did like her secret underground chambers....she told me she kept her antique collections in it but I had my doubts....some very strange noises used to come from down there......and it wasn't woodworm I can tell you!! Anything here look familiar to you Doctor? (I couldn't resist the following) "What?"
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Sept 27, 2007 7:38:58 GMT -5
Post by Mirabilis on Sept 27, 2007 7:38:58 GMT -5
I said......oh never mind! *roll eyes* Can't you get us out of here???
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Sept 27, 2007 11:04:58 GMT -5
Post by Aedh on Sept 27, 2007 11:04:58 GMT -5
Mirabilis... will you marry me? Aedh... I am your father! Wolf... I killed your father. Vespertilo... Your father's cool with me. GO! EGIR Aedh receives the above cryptic message ... with a sardonic smile he glides open his top desk drawer and withdraws a Glock Model 20 ... and a magazine, into which he slowly, lovingly inserts ten hollow-point rounds, chambering one and re-inserting an eleventh. Then he holds it up easily in his big hand and murmurs to himself: My father eh? You know--here one eyebrow gives just the slightest twitch-- I never liked old Dad ...
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Sept 27, 2007 16:31:27 GMT -5
Post by Witcher Wolf on Sept 27, 2007 16:31:27 GMT -5
I said......oh never mind! *roll eyes* Can't you get us out of here??? The Doctor shoves his hand into his pocket and out comes the trusty sonic screwdriver. There's a vague hum and he points the device as it wizzy-wizzes at one of the lights. "You're right," he says and ruffles his hair before he puts on a pair of glasses to examine it closer. "It's definitely man-made and quite complicated...odd though...tiny minature, and I mean really tiny, minature hamster in a wheel running like mad...making it glow."
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Sept 28, 2007 1:05:59 GMT -5
Post by Vespertilio on Sept 28, 2007 1:05:59 GMT -5
I said......oh never mind! *roll eyes* Can't you get us out of here??? The Doctor shoves his hand into his pocket and out comes the trusty sonic screwdriver. There's a vague hum and he points the device as it wizzy-wizzes at one of the lights. "You're right," he says and ruffles his hair before he puts on a pair of glasses to examine it closer. "It's definitely man-made and quite complicated...odd though...tiny minature, and I mean really tiny, minature hamster in a wheel running like mad...making it glow." A rush of cold air blows from the dark end of the tunnel. Tiny, tiny insects, dwarf size rats, and teeny little mice flood down the corridor, running over the feet of the Doctor and Mira before disappearing into every available crack and crevice. Darkness follows the wind, seeping up the corridor. The lights begin to go out one by one...(a wave of incredibly tiny, miniature hamsters flee after the insects, rats and mice).
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Sept 28, 2007 13:06:04 GMT -5
Post by Aedh on Sept 28, 2007 13:06:04 GMT -5
Winding up his busy workday, EG Aedh shrugs off his Cleric Coat, stretching his huge frame, then proceeds to the mini-gym attached to his executive suite. He indulges in a light workout: stretches and some centering, followed by some kickboxing and then Kata exercises, then concludes with some calisthenics ... a set of fifty one-hand pushups followed by 500 abdominal crunches. After a shower and change to some impeccable travel clothes, he checks the weather report ... St Tropez is clear and bright, he notes with satisfaction, and has Mamba arrange for a lift to the airport, where one of his supersonic private jets will be warmed and waiting.
On the way out, his secretary calls him aside. "Sir ... it's Sir Terry Leahy on Line Two. He says it's brief, and good news."
"I'll take it here, Mamba," replies the supervillain. He takes the handset--even this man, as important as he may be in the outside world, doesn't rate a holo-call here. Anyway, he has seen the blandly smiling face enough times. "What news, Sir Terry?" He listens for a few moments, then breaks into a slight smile of his own.
Mamba lifts an eyebrow ... she's one of the few allowed even this much.
"The Tescotron is up and running again," he asides to her sotto voce.
"Excellent," she says with a note of genuine satisfaction. It's one of the corporation's finest assets ... a fully-automated unit the size of a small town, which can crush its way into any environment, urban or rural, and there clear away the native rubbish and install a complete, wonderful new TESCO retail location, needing only staff to get the place up and running--those are usually on the way by the time the Tescotron even starts its work.
"Mmm-h'mm ... it's where?" the evil genius queries. "Sir Terry, are you quite sure that neighbourhood is ready for us ... ? I mean, I know we reach into a lot of places, but ... Mm-h'mm ... the analyses checked ... very good then." He clicks off and hands the handset back to Mamba.
"No problems then sir?" she asks, having detected a certain--note.
"Nothing much. It seems a bit odd, but the Tescotron's sensors indicated that many of the native animals of the place had completely fled when the unit arrived and began work. That's usual, but ... insects, rats, mice, and a sort of local dwarf hamster ... all disappeared without a trace. Just vanished. A little strange."
"Dwarf hamsters eh?" muses the wily woman. "An endangered species, perhaps?"
He scratches his chin. "There'd be real sales potential if we could capture those. We could sell a million in Japan alone."
"Indeed. Well, sir, have a good day off to-morrow. Your flight pattern is arranged, everything set. Bon voyage, sir."
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Sept 28, 2007 16:02:09 GMT -5
Post by Mirabilis on Sept 28, 2007 16:02:09 GMT -5
Well that's very odd....I mean why the hell are they all fleeing like that...in the same direction? They must be running away from something....and...... bugger...there's hardly any more light now!! *low rumbling starts to make the floor vibrate ominously...getting stronger and stronger* What the....oh for goodness sake...well if YOU can't get us out then I suppose I'll have to do something drastic. *fiddles with switch on wristband until a soft "click" is heard* Doctor....brace yourself!!! *Father grabs the Doctor's wrist and they both disappear instantly...to re-appear back in the forest above...where a strange and frightening sight awaits them* Phew....sorry about that....emergency wrist teleporter...never quite sure if it's going to work first time, but it seems to have done okay on this occasion. *Violent rumblings behind them throw them to the ground* What....the... hell...is that? *gapes in disbelief* No.....no, no, no, no, NOOOOOOO!!! NOT TESCO!!!!! NOT HERE!!! NOT ANYWHERE!!! I EXPRESSLY FORBADE ANY DEALINGS WITH THEM!!!! GODDAMMIT!!!! *seethes* WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS??? I WILL HAVE THEIR KNACKERS FOR EARRINGS!!!!
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