Thirsty Merc – In the Summertime

Still hot here…..in the Summertime.

“In The Summertime”

I don’t have a job
I never liked them
I just wanna play in the sunshine

They say I was wrong
But I know better
I live my life like I’m dying

Gimme a chance
I’ll do my best to kick and scream and dance
When winter comes I’ll turn around

Take me back to the sweet times
The hot nights
Everything is gonna be alright
In the summertime
Baby, in the summertime
And even if I have to wait til next year
I don’t care
All I know is that I’ll meet you there
In the summertime
Baby, in the summertime
That is where I’ll be

I can’t complain
‘Cos I’m still breathing
There’s nobody breathing down my neck now

Gimme a go
Like an open furnace setting fire to snow
When winter comes I’ll ask the crowd

To take me back to the sweet times
The hot nights
Everything is gonna be alright
In the summertime
Baby, in the summertime
And even if I have to wait til next year
I don’t care
All I know is that I’ll meet you there
In the summertime
Baby, in the summertime
That is where I’ll be

So let me run
I’ll dream until my head weighs 16 tonnes
And when I wake sometime in June
I’ll say

Take me back to the sweet times
The hot nights
Everything is gonna be alright
In the summertime
Baby, in the summertime
And even if I have to wait til next year
I don’t care
All I know is that I’ll meet you there
In the summertime
Baby, in the summertime

Take me back to the sweet times
The hot nights
Everything is gonna be alright
In the summertime
Baby, in the summertime
And even if I have to wait til next year
I don’t care
All I know is that I’ll meet you there
In the summertime
Baby, in the summertime
Baby, in the summertime
Baby, in the summertime
That is where I’ll be

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Zoolander – The Original Narcissist.

 

Well before Instagram, Facebook and Twitter; the movie Zoolander was ahead of its time as far as the social media juggernaut with the portrayal of Derek Zoolander by Ben Stiller.  The actor is currently in Australia to promote the release in February of the eagerly anticipated sequel; Zoolander 2.

Ben was interviewed by the ABC’s Julia Baird, in a frank and interesting discussion about the original movie, and what we can expect from the latest offering.

Ben Stiller : Zoolander 2star on Justin Bieber, Donald Trump and the narcissism of social media

Now for a clip of the new movie, Zoolander 2 – opening in Australia in Feb, 2016.

Rise of the Horsemen – 2

And now onto the tales of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

 

Beowolf:

 

Lucifer sat, legs crossed, fingers steeped together, and wondering what to do. He couldn’t touch the world directly. That would be breaking the rules and no fun at all. Usually he was all for breaking the rules, but the punishment for breaking these rules was much more severe then a slap on the wrist. The Riders have been released, and the End Times were coming. Soon he would lay claim to Earth and walk it, harvesting souls and one step closer to assaulting the Heavens where he would rightfully rule.

And all was going as he wanted it to. Hell Gates were opening up on Earth and spawn were toeing their way out, most unsure how to react to the world they have only heard about. Pestilence, War, and Famine were doing what they did best, and ripening humans for harvest which Death collected. But she was the only flaw in that plan. She had a sense of morals, a thing he tried to remove tirelessly. She sent a majority of the Souls towards Heaven, a few she kept for herself, and fewer still back towards Hell to be used. And there was very little he could do about it. She was the perfect weapon with impenetrable armor. Those she wanted dead she would claim and she could just as easily refuse to take her own life, even with her stone destroyed. With that and the fact that Fate controlled her and not him made her for a very potent but awkward tool to use.

Hopefully that could change with Bah’ram being on that plane. Perhaps he could reign her back into line. But what was more likely would be that he would have to go there himself and remind her who controlled who. Fate, bah, he practically had that hold hag under his thumb as it was. He had been planning this for eons, and he’d be damned a second time if it wasn’t going to work.

 

Leggo:

 

“If that angel knew, my plan would be ruined fool.” Sure, Death could be kind at times, but was rather easily frustrated with the other horsemen, even more so when Pestilence pooed his runny nose into her business. Turning from Famine to the horsemen of Disease, Death had an eerie irritation about her as she spoke to him, “You’ve given me plenty to do Pestilence, but you know my laws. I cannot claim the ill until their fate has been sealed. Now listen to me.”

Replacing the tainted souls back into her collection, Death sealed the bag and gave an icy look to her brothers. She knew very well that War was already having the time of his millennia somewhere else, she could feel the anger even from where she stood, and soon she’d have to be at the place of battle to claim the wounded, but for now…something more serious was at hand. “Lucifer is running about, and he will be trying his best to sway you away from Fate. He has claimed a fallen angel, another traitor, to do his bidding and they both will do whatever it takes to convince to go against the command of fate, and you must not let them. The angel Michael will be trying to do the same, trying to sway you towards the light but against fate as well. Protect yourselves and do not let their influence capture you. Being amoung the humans is going to be difficult enough, so try to control yourselves.”

It was all the warning that Death could give to her brothers. Even she could possibly be swayed so they would all have to be on lookout…it would take all of their strength to stay on their own paths, and even Death would have trouble if Lucifer found a way to hinder their powers

 

Razor:

 

Turning off the engine, the dilapidated car clunked and hissed like it was having a fit. One last blast of black smoke from the back and it finally shuddered to its own little death. The noise and smell it made being very hard to ignore. Pestilence fiddled with the interior handle which then broke off in his hand. He stared at it for a moment, before tossing it over his seat into the back to only land on a rotting pile. Well, if the door wasn’t going to open, he’d have to crawl out the window, which was not only comical, it caused Pestilence to cough and splutter from the exertion he was having to put in. Grimy hands smearing the roof of the car as he pulled himself free, only to land rather awkwardly on the ground. Kind of like…he fell, but then managed to pick himself up again as though nothing happened. Slicking back his hair, as though to try and improve his grotty appearance – which was like that of an old hobo, he ambled up to the pathway, where Death was having a rather serious looking conversation.

“My…timing…sucks..” He then paused, cause he was about to be really foul mouthed. He had just missed Michael, and wrinkled up his nose. Blood shot eyes peering…skywards before then noticing his brother Famine near his sister, Death. Pest knew full well that Fame (as he liked to call him), didn’t find the Pest an enjoyable conversationalist. “Missed the Big M, huh? Damn, was going to ask for an autograph.” Pestilence wiped a grimy hand under his nose, before then nudging Death for confirmation. “Guess the trip to Hospital brought out the big guns.” He was still rather chuffed about that. He then waited for someone to say something. Pestilence then sneezed loudly, spraying the ground with a foul green goo.

Death was giving her usual icy cold stare. Putting away some has been souls, though Pest didn’t give a shit. She then assumed a more business like stance, declaring that Lucifer was running about and doing his best to lead the brothers astray. Either to the light with Michael, or to the merry pits of Hell with Lucifer. Choices choices. Pest was too busy having fun in making the humans sick to be bothered in getting social with the winged or horned freaks. Pest leaned against his jalopy, which had the wheel guard tremble before falling off onto the roadside with a clatter. The sickly horseman casually glanced down at the mess he was making with the rusting pieces of metal that were finally dropping off the wreck.

Blinking away gunk that rested on the inside edge of his eyes, he then smirked with yellow stained teeth at Famine and had a rather mischievous idea. “Why don’t we continue this…meeting over some bur…bur…burgers? I am sure that Famine must be…starving.”

 

Axel:

 

Famine’s face contorted the instant he heard Pestilence voice. He was by far his least favorite to be around…War may be violent and destructive, but Pestilence? He was, for a lack of any better words, absolutely revolting. Before even thinking of speaking again he pulled his long cloak up and around his shoulders like a large scarf to cover his mouth and nose. Exposing more of his skeletal frame to the world.

His expression only soured at the the jokes. “ha. ha….you are absolutely hilarious brother. I could almost die of laughter.” There wasn’t a single hint of amusement in his voice. He could only focus on every nasty feature of the sickly being, if he had a stomach it would surely make it churl right now. Ugh….if only fate would allow Death to kill him now rather than suffer around this any longer”I suggest you stick to your day job of gleefuly causing misery to the humans.”

Rolling his eyes he turned his attention back to Death. His gaunt face lightening slightly once more. “You do not have to worry dear sibling. I have much curiosity and what you could almost call adoration towards the humans…I may have been the cause of two lives slipping away recently, but I was only responding to their generosity of a warm place to stay and meal. I cannot help what I do.”

 

I am Australian.

It’s Australia day!  

Already had a great breakfast up at the racecourse, where there is Aussie celebrations and a whole lot of face painting and flag waving (as well as waving away the flies).   What was great to see, was all the different cultures and faces enjoying the sunshine and music.

Australia day means different things to different people.   So no matter what part of the world you are from, today is a day to celebrate the Aussie way of life.

Happy Australia Day.

~RB~

 

RPC – Reficul “Ref” Mason.

Reficul “Ref” Mason.

Image/Appearance: 

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Quote: “As bad as you may think I am, as far as you think I’m willing to go to protect that which I hold most dear, you can’t possibly fathom how deep that well of mine truly goes.” 

Name:Reficul “Ref” Mason 

Age: Appears 49 human years 

Race:Dark Warlock 

Relationship:Biological daughter – Tessa Monroe 

Gender:Male 

Sexuality:Straight 

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Personality: Reficul, or better known as the man in the hat, is a shady character, that had been something of a mystery to those that lived in the cosy town where Mariela’s parents raised their family. Ref seems to live in the future, thinking through the consequence of every action. He plans; he executes the plan. This is the essence of a rational temperament. He’s also a master of building connections and networks, which he does with ease.
It’s no doubt that he’s a thinker, since he lacks any displayed emotion and is capable of killing without any remorse, to the point where he seems like a sociopath. That simply can’t be a feeler. He coldly calculates his way through every challenge.

His organized appearance and well-compartmentalized lifestyle seem to suggest this. Ref’s planning is of a very organized nature, so it seems like he’d be judging.

He has a crazy story for everything and a contact in every nook and cranny. Whenever he needs information or expertise, he seems to have a large well of contacts and acquaintances in the criminal world. This is an Extrovert thing – Introverts tend to be solo acts, or at least have smaller, closer networks, whereas Reficul is a criminal social butterfly, a networking expert.

Ref shows a personality through his leadership, planning skills, and desire for control. He rules his little criminal world and he makes the FBI and police join in his dance. He can blend into or insinuate himself into any situation: he just shows up at someone’s house at one point, and ten minutes later is sitting down for dinner with his enemy’s wife, who seemed to find him quite likeable. Ref has a desire and ability “to harness people or demons as he chooses and to directs them to achieve distant goals” – this is exactly what Ref does.

Using a time piece that had been handed down from his ancestors that fought the dreaded Ramoska witch clan of Europe, he has been able to chose his time to make the move from the World of reality towards that of Hell – where he soon learns that his biological daughter; Tessa currently is.

The story of how he came to be Tessa’s father, which to this day is unknown to her, was from a premonition of the rise of a member of Ramoska’s modern day relations. Finding a way to impregnate an innocent woman, whose husband had no love for the supernatural, he was able to seduce and impregnate her with a child that would go on to become Mariela’s best friend and confidant.

Through his connections with the underworld, the mafia crime syndicates as well as the FBI, he was easily able to keep tabs on Tessa and her friend, Mariela till the time of the fatal fire. A fire that to this day was done by someone other than Ref. 

Status:Dark Warlock. 

Partner in crime to be:Lydia 

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Weapon(s):His razor sharp mind, intuition, Shadow mist, Warlock fire.
• Fire arms, such as a revolver or semi automatic rifle. 

Powers: Warlocks are mortal men who practise dark magic, and are masters of the dark arts and excel in using dark curses and spells. They fire warlock fire and can cast shadow mist. Unlike most witches, Warlocks are completely and utterly evil. Dominance over all things is their aim. Warlocks are vicious spell casters and can summon demonic minions to fight alongside them. Many demons join the Warlocks ranks to help them wreak havoc. Such as Lydia. Warlocks are great casters of painful spells, their most common spell is one that slowly eats away at the life of their enemies. While they are mortal, they can bend the will of their demonic charges to protect them from attacks.
• A dark Warlock, such as Ref is one of the highest ranked. They are soul collectors who are most evil and the most powerful. They can conjure more dark magic than ordinary warlocks and are skilled in necromancy. Above all they can accumulate the unique, pure energy of the mortal souls of those they kill. Dark magic is like a disease that leaves glowing green mark like tattoos on their skin. Ref’s skin beneath his perfect suits is covered in them.
• Shadow mist is a dark warlock’s most precious form of dark magic and one that only they can conjure. It is a glowing green mist that can steal the souls of mortals, and it is the dark magic of the worst kind. Warlock fire is the most common weapon. It resembles green liquid fire and can be conjured to throw balls of it at their enemies. It can burn straight through solid rock.

Weaknesses:His love for Tessa. 

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