A Bruised Ego – SS

A Bruised Ego.

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Scene setting : Greed Castle

Razorbackwriter:  The fine scribbling of a quill upon parchment was the sound that came from a small desk that was covered in sacks of gold coins and jewels of the Prince’s adviser – Warner. A short statured man with a delicate comb over and wearing three pairs of spectacles; two on the top of his head and one perched at the end of his nose. He had been up half the night counting the latest repayment of a loan from one of the Prince’s more recent victims. Mammon could be very convincing about how to create more wealth, but it always ends up costing his victims way more than they had ever imagined. Warner muttered as he placed the quill back in the ink pot and started to stretch since he had been bent over and working tirelessly for hours on end. He was about to go and fetch a maid to bring him a pot of coffee, when the large double doors to the Main hall burst open and there was the Prince of Greed – looking as though he had gone ten rounds with a prize fighter. His glorious purple cape was missing and he had tears and burn marks upon his specially made Italian suit. Mammon’s hair which was normally quite wild was standing on end like he had stuck his finger in a light socket. His right shoulder hung lower than he left and he walked with a slight limp.

Warner slowly took off his glasses and squinted as he observed his Highness’s entrance into the room.

“Your Highness….what in the world happened to you?” the Adviser asked, almost afraid of the answer for he knew the Prince had a dreadful temper. The small man got up from his seat and came around the desk, looking the Prince up and down with a nervous expression. “Not like you to get into a fight at the bar.” Warner assumed that the Prince had bitten off more than he could chew as he knew the Prince enjoyed a drink at the town bar now and again.

The Prince’s face was fearsome to say the least. He held up one finger as though to silence Warner as he approached a large cabinet, stopping a metre or two from it. Mammon then roared and charged the cabinet with force with a loud popping sound being heard as he snapped his shoulder back into place. It was such a sickening sound that Warner flailed slightly. “Err…oh that’s bad.”

Mammon grit his teeth and then straightened up to full height, cracking his neck back into place and then trying to appear calm once more. After taking a long deep breath, the Prince began to explain exactly what happened.

“I never thought that the bookstore could be the newest fight club in town.”

“The bookstore? Sir, are you feeling okay?” Warner could not understand how the humble town’s book store could have the Prince coming home to his castle looking like he did. Mammon started to peel off his ruined jacket and tossed it upon one of the nearest velvet chairs. “I’ve had better days, Warner. First some skank at the bar refuses to serve me, calling it the end of her shift and walks out. THEN I happen to go into the bookstore, since I was bored out of my mind and I meet the most intriguing looking girl.”

Warner was now keenly interested in the Prince’s tale, and since he heard that the Prince still had yet to have a drink, he went to the drink’s cabinet and poured the Prince a glass of whiskey, which he brought back and handed to him, eager to hear more. Mammon took the crystal glass and took a sip, before continuing. “So, I just happen to introduce myself, and….then all of a sudden this…brick…shit house comes in and tries to blow the girl up. I mean….in a book store.”

The adviser took up a small chair and then continued to listen while the Prince was staring into space, remembering the incident as it played out in his head. “Then what happened, M’lord?” Warner asked, perched on the end of the chair and staring up at the Prince with great expectation.

“Well, normally I’d just let the girl get blow to smithereens. I mean, I didn’t know her from jack shit; but…I..STUPIDLY tried to tackle the freak and…he near rubbed my face into the floor. ME?! The Prince of Greed. Damn well busted my shoulder too.”

Warner gasped at the idea of the Prince being laid out by some behemoth. “Did you save the girl, M’lord?” The adviser now keen to know if the Prince’s gallant actions saved the day. This made the Prince angrier than Warner had ever seen him.

“NO! She…stopped the fight. Threw me across the room on my arse!”

At this, Warner burst out laughing. “She saved you?”

 

“SHUT UP!…JUST SHUT UP!” The Prince roared, as he felt a terrible twinge in his shoulder again. “Oww. Mark my words, Warner. She…and that baboon bottomed freak….are going to regret humiliating me!”

“How Sir?”

At this, the Prince grinned. It was a wicked and most mischievous looking expression you ever saw.

“Let’s just say….I have a lot that owe me a favor or two. Bahahahahaha!”

~RB~

Hot Gossip – SS

 

Scene setting : The Park

co-written with Krystal

 

Krystal:  Maya was a little suspicious at Lydia’s reaction. It hadn’t even been that surprising toher, and she was there. It was very common for new Princes, or Princesses, to rise to their new-found stature by downing the previous monarch in battle. She looked out the tassles and through the window, and she could see their home in the cave from here. They were nearing the destination in which they’d depart from the carriage. “Lady Gabriel has always seemed very strong, and to myself, it’s not a surprise she finally overthrew Belial. Allister and I could’ve gotten ourselves into some big trouble, but luckily it seemed that none of the Royals wanted another fight. They gave us a warning and we left promptly,” she said, glancing at Allister a little angrily.

Allister sunk in his seat a little, hunching his shoulders. He knew good and well it had all been his fault, but he wasn’t about to correct Maya as she covered for him.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The gossip was juicy as it was delicious to hear. Maya and Allister both offered up what they knew about the death of Belial and the rise of a new Princess to the realms of Hell. What may have seen like a common affair to the likes of Maya, as she described the battle and how Lady Gabriel was a strong contender to defeat Belial without so much as a scratch; was intriguing to the demon of Ambition. The want and lust for power – to be better…oh she must have a greedy streak after all, Lydia thought as she used her slender digits to smooth out her skirt.

Lydia gave a curt nod that the other royals were not at all interested in another fight with Maya and Allister, and who could blame them after taking the head of Belial in such a fashion. Nothing could really compare after that feat.

The carriage started to slow as it reached its destination. The cave like home of Maya and Allister. How did the driver know this? Well, Lydia was able to communicate telepathically whilst speaking to the pair within the carriage, and she also noted how Maya stared outside the window at what must be her abode. Humble as it was. Lydia reached up and tugged on the red ribbon and the carriage rolled to a stop. The door opening by itself.

“Well, here we are. Safe and sound.” Lydia chimed as she waited for the pair to disembark. “You have both been most entertaining, and I look forward to our meeting another time.”

This was her way of saying farewell to the pair. Lydia was now in a dreadful rush to go and relay what she had heard to her Master, the Demon of Greed. Prince Mammon. Oh, she was going to get more than a painted gold star for this. A Duchy in another realm perhaps.

Once Maya and Allister alighted from the carriage, the door would slam shut and the carriage would take off at speed….bound for the Kingdom of Greed.

~RB~

 

Krystal:  Maya smiled again, standing up to exit the carriage. “Thank you again for the ride, Domi. We both really appreciate it.” She helped Allister out, and watched the carriage speed away. Maya couldn’t help but feel like they’d been somehow used and that Domi hadn’t just been generous and offered them a random ride from the kindness of her heart. But, they felt fine, and they’d manage to get home faster.

 

 

Story continues at the Castle of Greed.

Fantasy fight in the Fiction section – SS

 

Scene setting : The Book Store

co-written with Zetta & Moo

 

Zetta:  Blitz walked about the town proudly, with large steps and no concern for the weaker demonic beings that dwelled there. He was making his way directly for the Bookstore, as after his confrontation prior to coming here he felt that the woman he’d been looking for.. They separated upon setting here.. She had work. So now that a bit of time had past he knew almost for sure that she would take to learning more of her new-found strengths. When he had realized she’d been improving their entire time separated before, in the Mansion, he was thrilled for a meeting. But when he put real thought into it, their clashing powers would have obliterated the fabric of the third dimension there, the power that flowed through his body, and her soul brimming with a similar power would have brought that place to ruin.. He believed. Then at the end of his thoughts he was at the entrance to the store and soon inside of it. The walls beyond the bookstore were oversieged with brimstone but inside of the place seemed much more peaceful. The stand-still was evident in a place like this.. Hell was boring, but it had interesting people in it so he had no problem staying for awhile.

He would search for the strongest once-after being halted while he was heading for Astarte. His eyes, ears, and nose laced over every inch of this place too pick up the characters here. Only two of interest. So he moved toward them, though her scent was swarmed with that of thick but ancient paper it was still easy to track as he remembered it well from the couple of times they were close to each other. Astarte was with someone else, that other interesting one here.. Blitz was upon her in the moment after, while she sat and read the book in her hand, he walked up with his hands in his pockets.

“Yoo.” He muttered lowly to only get their attention as he neared. His greeting however was only to alert them before he started his attack, his face smiling lowly. The Demigod’s palm opened and spread out fully as it began to take on a golden glow. A wide emission of Aether was gathering, and at the wave of his other hand, the blast was launched. He felt it fitting to greet her, with the other like this, par agreement.

 

Moo: 

“Mammon?” Astarte asked, tilting her head back slightly. “As in prince Mammon?” A stupid question, as nobody else had the name. And he fit the profile, alright. She blinked, lowering the book in her hands. “Ah… My name is Astarte.” She started to say something else, but she suddenly felt a familiar presence.
“Blitz–” she turned to greet him, only to find him pointing a palm toward her. Her heart caught momentarily. Oh god, not the bookstore! All the reading material! Her favorite clerk! She made an effort to push Mammon out of the way, just to spare any trouble. A demon with his reputation and personality was not good news in situations like these, or rather after they were finished.
Thinking fast as Blitz lifted his other hand, Astarte mimicked the action. Although rushed, she was somehow able to present him with a similar beam, though silver. She hadn’t exactly gathered as much energy as he had, but her endless flow from her soul gave her enough to let it grow. A matter of control was still in question. Something she’d actually feared since killing several opponents by mistake with this ability. Misuse proved to be deadly.
The beams clashed, creating a shock wave as shelves of books flew back. She had been hoping the bookstore would not fall victim to their destructive forces, but now it was unavoidable.
Had Blitz smiled before attacking? She understood what he was doing. It actually forced a sort of happiness to blossom within her. Crazy as that was, as she was pushing back with more force than he seemed to be using, as his exterior was rather calm. What else could one expect from a demigod though? She gritted her teeth, hating to admit she still wasn’t quite up to par with him.

Razorbackwriter:  The demon Prince was just doing a simple introduction to whom he thought was just a simple girl in the bookstore, when he too heard a male’s voice call out “Yoo” from behind them. The girl had just introduced herself as Astarte to which Mammon nodded simply, not having heard that name before. He was going to reply, when all of a sudden, the girl became panicked and with both hands she thrust them against Mammon’s chest and then gave him a good hard shove that would knock him well off his feet. The Demon stumbled back and hit a shelf of books, which promptly collapsed. This one hit the one behind it, and in a domino affect row after row of books were crashing down. The sky was raining books.

The Demon Prince growled loudly at the girl but this time he was about to find out that an unlikely creature had ventured into the bookstore with one target. A loud crackle and shocking blaze of light came from the opened palms of a tall man that the girl had acknowledged simply as Blitz. Blitz had begun an attack against the girl, the likes of which Mammon had not seen before down in the pits of hell. As he tried to stand up, Astarte would fire back with her own powerful ability in a beam that when it clashed with Blitz’s sent the hapless Demon Prince flying back from the blast wave.

“Wooooooooah!!!” The Demon cried as he hit a pile of destroyed books and broken shelving. His purple cape flying up and over his head, obscuring his sight. The bookshop was being blown apart from the inside by these two, and god knows what happened to the book store owner. He’d have to be awake for this. Ripping off the smoldering cape that he had worn into town, the Demon Prince attempted to stand a third time, and this time he let out an ungodly roar as he used his superhuman strength and speed, to make a charge like tackle at Blitz side on – with the hopes to take him down and stop the attack on the young girl, Astarte.

 

~RB~

 

Zetta:  He allowed their powers to clash and caress each other passionately, so he could get a better understanding of the power she had been spending so much time gaining knowledge on. Blitz was unaware of all the times she had used this strength prior to then and was only happy to now see it having become this. When it came to Aether, it’s color represented all of the properties that formed the energy within. Usually concentrated life-force looked either green or purple in color, and that was because the form it grew from was either benevolent, or malevolent in nature. That color would change depending on the foreign energies within that life. His was golden- a combination of all things with matter put into a single offensive purpose and then manipulated for versatility. As her’s was silver he assumed she had gathered all possible energies except for that which was beyond her.. Which was a feat to be mentioned, as that meant she already understood several natural elements of this world, and had even picked up something else beyond them leading to this different color just a step or two from his.. He knew for sure her power lacked divine energy because she was impure and without heritage, but where she had none of that she could gain access to a source which would normally be beyond a god’s handle. That was Nether, the result of adding demonic forces to life, and twisting it totally into something dreaded. Yet he was sure she had not gotten that far either. Still; he was impressed with her progress, and she likely had even more to show him from their last encounter. But he was not going to fight her just yet, this place was not worth it; and she seemed to like being here as this was where he found her. Two different places altogether and he spots her in the library of both.. “Strong girl..” He said in minor congratulations, but the sound-waves probably did not overpower the clashing of their blasts.

While he studied he had not noticed her beam beginning to overwhelm his own wave of power, the forcefulness provided her with a few feet of distance towards him and her power would soon dominate him at this rate.. He would have pushed more as well, but he had already collected the data he wanted. So now he only watched as his energy completely dissipated before her’s and braced himself for impact. His arms folded across his face in an x-formation as he leaned forward to block off bodily damage except for his extended limbs. Chuckles puffed up within him and then were released in light breaths of a pleased man. When the two collided he held his position firmly, his arms burning slightly from the incinerating and concussive force present but he then swung both of his arms down; destroying the beam’s largest segment which was it’s front and allowed the rest to come onto him. But with those few moments of preparation he got a portal opened inside of his eye, when the blast neared it was sucked up into a vacuum that led to his pocket universe.. Against a beam this wasn’t smart, as the caster could continue to fire while he was locked in transportation and without an instantaneous movement his life would normally be in danger. His invulnerability made this a safer stunt, but he was more reliant on Astarte noticing his strength’s withdrawal. If not he’d have to actually consider a defensive strategy. But then, just as he had dispatched of most of the opposition he was suddenly tackled.

That was the movement he needed to remove himself from the direction of her blast regardless of what she did in retaliation. But with that move he was tackled and now heading to the ground. His reflexes kicked in overdrive in the face of a new opponent. His feet left the ground, but the direction of his body was still wholly under his control, he manipulated his momentum with the purpose of flight to keep himself from the floor. He lightly coughed as they collided. That strength felt like a full-on shoulder-charge against his stomach which pushed out most of the collected air in his lungs and torso. He was hardly harmed though, without the full intent of the jumping able to reach him. So while the demon might have descended, he would then be held up by Blitz only for a moment. The Demigod used this guided momentum to shift the attack into that of a counter, having taken interest in the fight once more. For now it could possibly be a two-on-one, unless Astarte backed out of it which was completely to Blitz’ disliking..

His body twisted vertically until he was on top of the demon and now forced his momentum downward to body-press the front part of the demon onto the ground with tremendous concussive force due to their combined strength put into a collision with the floor beneath. His hand was smoking from the power he suddenly dished out earlier, that radiating heat also pressed against his target’s back but with reduced effects from normal burning damage.

 

Moo:  

Astarte found herself grinning as she heard his comment. And of course she had. Her ears allowed her to hear long, long distances after all. Though as his own beam disappeared, her heart thumped in her chest as she was too slow to withdraw. She shut off the channel she had going within the next moment, and was relieved to find that he had taken the damage just fine. A sigh escaped her lips as she slumped forward, ears falling forward.
The moment didn’t last though, as Blitz was tackled by Mammon. Oh, it kept getting worse! Knowing Blitz, he would take the challenge, no matter who his opponent was. This wasn’t normally a big deal, because Astarte knew he was very, very capable of handling himself. However, she had a gut feeling that it would not be a pleasant outcome if they did fight.
Blitz and Mammon were still going down, and it was obvious that they were targeting each other. The hellcat bit her lip. Should she get in Blitz’s way, he might become upset with her. But to hell with it! She decided; it was final. She put her hands in front of her, stretched completely, and then balled them to fists before pulling them apart. Of course the two males were separated instantly. As Astarte had learned to ‘animate’ objects and other beings during her time at the mansion. Mammon would end up on his rear by the mess of books, and Blitz would sit on his under the windows across the room. She let out a huff of air.
Honestly, she had no idea how the prince would react. He seemed as if he were ruthless. Though he had also gotten the wrong idea about the greeting Blitz gave her. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t in any danger,” she explained, addressing him. “Can we leave this shop peacefully?” She never let go of either body, her hands spread away from each other, though still balled in fists.

 

 
Razorbackwriter:  When men go head to head, its usually a good idea to stay well clear, right? Not in this case it would seem. The plucky Astarte decided to take matters into her own hands as the Demon Prince and Demigod were about to come to serious blows. Mammon’s face was inches from smacking the ground, with Blitz’s fist pummeling to slam him down front first; when all of a sudden Astarte’s hand seized the Demon Prince and literally threw him along till he landed on a pile of smoldering books. Mammon let out a frustrated howl of protest and flicked his hair back away from his face so he could see his opponent now on the other side of the room under a window. The girl had flung them about like rag dolls in some tempered fit.

Mammon struggled to his feet and glared at each of the pair in turn; especially Astarte who just had to say “Don’t worry, I wasn’t in any danger.” The Demon Prince cocked his head to the right and had a “what the f*ck?” look on his face. The shop was simply in ruins. The many tomes of good books and of course the bad ones were nothing but piles of torn pages and ripped covers. Mammon reefed back from the girl’s grip, as he was quite indignant about the whole affair. The one time he tried to be nice and this is the thanks he gets? But then you have to remember, that this was of course the Demon of Greed who was standing before the pair, and his eyes turned to sharp slits as he realized something else. THIS was a couple. It was like a flickering flame had been ignited within him, and the Demon then brushed down his jacket as though there was only a speck of lint in it.

“Shame…about the bookstore. Pity, I happened to notice that you had enjoyed being amongst the many tomes.” What was the Demon getting at, you might wonder. Oh, he always had a back up plan. Taking out a card from his jacket which had his address written upon it, he offered it to the girl.

“I happen to have a substantial private library within the walls of my castle. Made sure I had the very best selection in all of hell.”

The book store owner would no doubt seek restitution from the destruction of his store and for that, the Demon Prince was willing to pay. All this done of course to gain favour with the girl that had just stopped him from having his dick kicked in the dirt by her brute of a boyfriend.

Though Mammon was still slightly disheveled and sporting an injury to his shoulder that would require attention, he tried to deem himself as being more of a gentleman, than a brute that smacks his lovey with blasts than flowers. Mammon would lick his wounds in private but for now, it was all show.

“Until next time, Astarte.” Mammon tugged on his jacket and on his way out he sung out to the book store owner. “Put it all on my tab.”

 

~RB~

 

A tragic loss to Australian Cricket – RIP Phil Hughes.

Such terrible news yesterday, that Phillip Hughes had passed away in St Vincent’s hospital after receiving a head injury whilst playing the Sheffield shield cricket match at the SCG.  Such a promising and brilliant young cricketer; Phillip was just 25 years old and had been playing cricket most of his life.  His death has impacted not only the Cricket world, but every day Australians who loved to watch him play and were shocked and saddened.  Tributes and a show of support for his family and cricket teams has been unprecedented.

One Hell of a Bookstore – SS

 

Introduction of Mammon – The Demon of Greed.

Scene setting – The Book store

co-written with Moo & Zetta

 

Razorbackwriter:  The chiming of the bell that hung over the entrance to the book store might alert the owner that he was about to have another customer. That was if the old demon could fight off sleep. Having had no luck at the brothel, Mammon was wandering around town. He happened to acquire a small flask of whiskey from some poor sap on his travels, and was about to take a swing when he saw the signs at the counter that said, “No smoking, drinking or eating allowed.” The demon prince’s right cheek twitched as he took his cigarette from his lips and stubbed it into the nearest ashtray. Guess the old man didn’t want to see his books go up in flames, though having demons as clients that was a terrible risk.

Mammon peered over the counter at the old demon, whose head kept lulling forward as he tried in vain to stay awake. Hardly surprising since there didn’t appear to be that many customers this eve. Was there no one about on which to prey upon? This was hell after all, you would think there would be at least someone to harass.

Suddenly, Mammon’s ears pricked to the sound of a book snapping shut. He turned his head slightly to see a fair looking woman, who was just finishing looking at a book and tucking it under her arm. Mammon bobbed his head as he went to see if she had another with her – a companion perhaps, but alas she appeared to be very much alone.

Already bored after his stint at the whore-less brothel, the Demon prince sauntered in and his hood gently slipped back from the top of his head to reveal his shock of purple tinted hair. The girl was now looking at another book and clicking her tongue as she perused it’s cover. Twin tails danced out from behind her, as she appeared to be quite happy in her quest for a good read.

Mammon looked at the nearest shelf to him, that contained a series of books that were written by an author – E.L. James. The demon picked out a copy and turned it over. It was called “Fifty Shades of Grey.” Standing there for a moment, the Demon flipped the book open to a random page and then his eyes widened as they scanned the text.

“He’s naked except for those soft ripped jeans, top button casually undone. Jeez, he looks so freaking hot. My subconscious is frantically fanning herself, and my inner goddess is swaying and writhing to some primal carnal rhythm.”

As Mammon read the text outloud, his face creased for this was cringe worthy reading. Flailing, and nearly dropping the book, he shoved it back into the row where he pulled the book from and acted like he had touched something that had infected him with a disease.

“Who writes that kind of shit….honestly?”

The demon had been scarred.

 

~RB~

 

 

Moo:  Astarte hadn’t paid much mind to the man when he first came in. Her ear had twitched, of course, as it picked up the chime of the bell. She was a woman who kept to herself unless she was addressed. Plus getting mixed up with demons wasn’t the best idea, despite her being something like one. She chewed on her cheek as she picked up on his nearing footsteps. It had been obvious the man looked at her. Though, if he was interested, he would surely be let down.

Her head lulled to the side as she peered at lower shelves, pretending she didn’t notice as he neared. The cloaked stranger pulled a book from a nearby shelf, seeming interested in the cover itself before opening to a random page. Glancing over at it, she immediately held an expression of distaste. Astarte had heard many things about that book. None of which were good. And as he read a small portion aloud, her ears flattened and her nose wrinkled. “Gross,” she commented, tucking the second book under her arm.
He seemed to agree with her as he nearly dropped it, disgust written all over his face. “A lonely woman with a good labido,” the hellcat answered with finality. It was decided. Humans were pathetic creatures. Not only because they were helpless in a fight, but because she felt they were also a waste of space. She huffed lightly as she plucked yet another book from the shelf. Stocking up on reading materials was a past time anymore.
As she ran her fingers along the spine of the book, flipping it over in her hands as she looked at the man. He seemed a little elegant, actually. High class, snooty, maybe even a little narcissistic. She tapped the book in her palm, pursing her lips to the side. “You don’t look like much of a reader.” Then again, neither did she.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  Mammon actually felt like he was going to be sick after having read the words from that book. Disgusting Oddly enough, in his panic and then having asked a question to no one in particular, he was answered by the same girl with the twin tails. “A lonely woman with a good libido.” Mammon did a double take as he heard her speak, and he couldn’t help but agree. Mammon wiped his hands down his cloak as though trying to rid himself of having touched the book in the first place. The demon prince shuddered, but was now wary about what he picked up from the nearby shelves. Perhaps this girl who was more at home in the book store than he, had a good idea of what to look for in a book.

Course, she had to go and say that she thought he didn’t look much like a reader. Mammon had no idea that for one to read, they needed to look a certain way. Was she the epitome of what a reader should be? The demon prince shrugged at her suggestion, as she was pretty fair on the mark. This was normally the last place you would find a Prince of Greed.

“Well, after what I just read, I don’t feel like doing it again anytime soon.” His eyes casting back to that dreaded shelf and then back to the girl before him.

“The name is…Mammon, by the way. Miss….err, sorry but I didn’t catch your name.” It wasn’t like the demon was trying to pick the girl up, or anything sordid. Truth was he was a trifle bored, and was not really keen to pick up another book.

 

~RB~

A Web of Mystery – GS

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Scene setting – Detectve Frank Malone’s apartment.

co-written with VunG

 

Razorbackwriter:  The ride over to Frank’s place was a fairly quiet one. Frank had tilted his head enough to rest against the glass of the passenger door, and soon he was snoring softly – the drink now having lulled him to sleep. Tommy played some Fleetwood Mac on his car sound system, and that too might have caused Frank to fall asleep. Being that Tommy couldn’t sign as he drove, he didn’t think it was a good idea to try and make conversation with Elissa in the back and so he kept his focus on the road ahead. He knew the way to Frank’s place, mainly cause he had been there often enough. This might well be the first time that Elissa had seen Frank’s digs, but to be truthful they were nothing much to write home about. The ex took most of the family’s possessions, so when he took the apartment, it had been furnished by the previous tenant, who had died shortly before Frank took the lease. The furnishing were dated circa 1950’s and oddly enough suited the detective to the ground. The former tenant was a movie buff, and had film posters on the walls. Black and whites mostly. Classics all the same.

Pulling up at the curb outside the apartment complex, Tommy shut off the engine, only to hear Frank’s snoring. “Great.”Tommy said without thinking. The last thing he wanted to do was carry the guy up two flights of stairs. Getting out of the car, he opened Frank’s door carefully, and caught his friend before he fell out onto the road. Giving him a light shake, he stirred the Detective enough to wake him. “Come on, buddy.” Easing Frank out and making sure he was steady on his feet, Tommy asked Elissa through sign. ~You coming up?~ If she answered him with yes, he would wait for her to alight from the vehicle before taking Frank up the path to the entrance.

Frank muttered a few words before rousing properly and then recognizing his apartment. “Home sweet hovel.” Words of endearment surely for his current abode. Going up the two flights of steps, Frank was now able to stand on his own, and fumbled about in his pockets for his keys. He had a large key chain that even featured a pokemon character…pikachu…or something yellow. Turning the key in the lock, the door swung open and the trio would instantly be hit by a musty smell. Yeah, this was a single man’s apartment alright.

Entering the dimly lit front room, you could see a study off to the left and a kitchenette to the right. In the study, if you cared to take a look was walls of pictures…reports….all to do with the death of Frank’s partner, Rory Lismore. As Frank went to the bathroom, probably to throw up now he was home, Tommy wandered into the study and turned on the light. The scale of the amount of photos and documents on the walls and all across the desk was shocking. It was like this case had consumed his life, even more so than Tommy realized. Glancing back at Elissa, Tommy wondered what her reaction would be to see all of this.

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There was one thing that stood out in the middle of all this. A single framed photograph of Frank’s son who was sitting on his dad’s shoulders at the fair. A moment in time when both were so happy, a time that was now lost to memory as Frank’s life was now a race to uncover the truth about Rory and the other mysterious goings on.

Frank emerged from his bathroom having been sick from his night on the grog. He was wiping his face with a damp cloth when he entered his study in behind Elissa and Tommy. Folding his arms, he too stared at the walls of photographs of destruction and chaos, newspaper clippings about the death of Rory and the subsequent investigation. Pictures of Frank were on the wall too.

 

~RB~

 

VunG:  Surprisingly, Elissa hadn’t even passed by Frank’s place at any point (at least not knowingly), something that she should’ve probably done if for no other reason than to make sure her research was complete. Still, that was fixed soon enough, and after a relatively pleasant drive through the night, they would come up to the place, and she would see that at the very least the detective wasn’t living in a truly rough part of town. She had fully been expecting to have to just wait for Tommy to get Frank situated, but would be surprised when he signed if she was coming, which she would gladly take him up on without actually saying anything, piling out of the car quickly.

She kept close to Frank during the walk up the steps, keeping herself perched in a position to better catch him if he stumbled, and would quietly follow the boys up to the house. She indeed noticed the Pikachu on his keychain, and it intrigued her that he would have something so childish on it, but she didn’t judge him based on it of course. As they waited for him to unlock the door, she commented to Tommy, ~By the way, I appreciate it, but you don’t need to sign to me. I’m mute, not deaf.~ Following the boys in, she’d rather quickly wave a hand in front of her face to try and get the smell away from her. Yeeeaaaah… not having a woman’s touch around was doing bad things to this place, wasn’t it?

Initially she just looked like she was wandering around, not really looking at anything specific, just killing time and keeping herself warm. However, when as she passed by the study, she came to a stop and found herself drawn to it much like a moth to flame. Placing her good hand on her chin, she went about looking it over, examining the board more than anything and trying to see if he’d made any connections that she hadn’t. Truth be told, she actually had one of these herself, albeit less obsessively large; she did this with every one of her cases and had multiple boards for just this purpose. It was a helpful organizational tool. Eventually she’d realize that they were pretty much just as much in the dark as she was and let out a sigh, putting her hands on her hips as she looked down towards the desk. Damn… no luck.

However, she would notice one thing, and that was the picture of Frank and his son. Initially the glare of light blinded it for her, so she’d reach over to tilt it up. Of course, once she saw it, her own misfortune dropped on her like an atom bomb, and she promptly let out a strange sputtering cough that may have normally been a sob, and by the time that Frank had come out she was pinching her eyes and trying not to cry as she pictured her beloved husband’s corpse. God… at least Frank still had the knowledge his son was alive… but Elissa… she was alone in this world. Her husband, her son, both gone; one didn’t even have a chance.

Eventually she’d shake it off, straightening herself up and running her hand down her face to remove any suggestion of tears before looking at the others, her eyes a little red but otherwise she was back to her usual ice queen treatment. ~Well… at least we’re on equal footing,~ she commented to Tommy, grimacing a little at just how incomplete this case was.

 

The Bush Post – I scream for Ice cream.

 

Today got to a ridiculous 42 degrees Celsius, which is the equivalent to 108 degrees Fahrenheit.  It was so hot that I was craving an ice cream after a hot day at work.  Memories of my childhood back in the big smoke had me remember the joy of hearing the ice cream man’s truck come down the street.  Yeah, nothing beat a Mr Whippy ice cream that always melted down my hand before I got a chance to even take a lick.  Out in the outback, there is no Mr Whippy.  Best bet is to go to the local servo….which I did.

I had a Maxibon. ❤

 

What is your favorite type of ice cream?

Do you still get the Ice cream man come to your neighborhood?

 

RPC – Father Thomas (Tom) McGowan from The Gantz Series.

”The Priest.” 

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Name : Father Thomas (Tom) McGowan
Species : Human
Place of worship : St Lukes Cathedral
Occupation : Priest and Hunter
Gender : Male
Marital Status : Single
Religion : Catholic
Side kick : Rufus the Hunchback bell ringer
Allies : The Sisterhood of Immaculate Chastity

Appearance : Often seen on the streets in his trademark black leather jacket, jeans and shirt he often blends into the public in NY with ease. Few would ever spot him as being a priest outside of the Cathedral. With dark brown unruly hair that is cropped at the sides and a slight beard, he is more rugged looking than handsome. He stands at a whopping 6’ 10”, with size 14 shoes. He walks among the living in search of the sinners, the un-dead and vampires. A modern day Van Helsing of sorts, he has many enemies. Often working alone, his latest operations will eventually come to see the rise of a new Boss.

Hobbies: Playing the Organ and bingo

Abilities : Martial arts expert and kick box champion. Hand to hand combat; a specialty.

Weapons :
• Twin glock revolvers with silver bullets.
• An iron cross.
• Holy water.
• A large Bible that he uses to hit people with.
• Killer rosary beads for strangling.
• A crossbow that fires wooden stakes.

Background : A true Irish son, Father Theodore (Tom) McGowan was sent from his home town in Ireland to work in the poor houses and shelters of New York, where his Bishop had recommended that he would be of great service to the people and fufill his life dream. Arriving in New York, Father Tom was sickened by the depravity and the sins committed by many that he was supposed to be helping. Father Tom decided that the best way to cleanse a sinner was to send them on a direct path to GOD. No hail Mary’s for this Priest. Once you entered the confessional and admitted your sins….you were marked. Keeping up appearances was often hard, as he was well liked by the nuns, who loved his accent when calling out bingo numbers on a Friday night.

 

One Saturday night when he was serving coffee and sandwiches to the homeless, the Priest came across the body of a wino that had been attacked by a vampire. This was to be Father Tom’s first introduction to the underbelly of New York’s vampire problem. Taking it upon himself to rid the city of Vampires, he soon became a top hunter and would be much feared by those that fed upon the unsuspecting of New York’s public.

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Theme song : Judas Priest – A Touch of Evil.

A friend in need – GS

 

Scene setting – Big Joe’s Pizzeria

co-written with VunG

 

VunG:  Elissa hadn’t been expecting that kind of reaction from Frank, it was heartbreaking to see him in a state that he could be so touched by something as simple (in her mind) as helping someone with their case. It was sad that he had reached that kind of point in his life, but at least it seemed that he had some people to hang onto throughout this madness. Even if he was ashamed to admit it. She cared about him and every honest law enforcer in the city, there were few enough of them around and they needed to stick together. The matter of pay was barely a factor here, and she’d shrug to his comment about that; she received compensation for her injury, it was enough to carry her through hard times, and right now he was having a harder time than she was.

After Frank went off to try and get out whatever emotions he had–or sorry, take a leak–she turned back to Tom and was surprised to see that he could actually do a bit of sign language. His reason made sense, and indeed she had a little bit of trouble understanding him in some minor degrees, but it was more like he was speaking with an accent than a whole new language all together. It was a bit tricky for her to keep up with that and his speed though; it was frustrating when you weren’t perfectly fluent in a language that you needed to function, and she definitely frowned briefly at the thought. However, her thoughts would be totally derailed when Tom began talking about his theory of what had killed Rory, and he would very quickly notice her scoff a little and sip at her beer while shaking her head. Still, she’d let him finish, and would be unsurprised to realize that indeed she recognized Tommy from somewhere, and it was just that he was one of the many reporters that she occasionally spotted in the crowd around this. Still, it was interesting that he was pulling a detective’s weight, and it told her that unlike some reporters who would go to any lengths to get their story, he at the very least had a heart.

Not that it made the supernatural thing any less silly (to her). After taking another sip of her beer, she’d set the half-emptied glass down and sigh, rubbing her neck briefly. ~I’m just a former SWAT sergeant. I’m no grand detective really, it’s just what was left available to me with the skill set I have left,~ she commented, looking perhaps a little sad as she considered the job she’d left before shaking it off with remarkable efficiency, ~I’m hesitant to jump to the supernatural. I’ve been with this from early on too, and I agree that there’s something seriously screwy happening, the one coming to mind being a solid steel statue getting launched fifty feet, but I don’t know about it being invisible people or ghosts. I’m not saying I don’t believe in them, but when you see bank robbers drop a fifteen foot tall ceramic pig onto a bank just to get into the vault one you know that there are some disturbingly creative people out there.~ And she actually didn’t believe in ghosts, at least not in the manner involved in what he was talking about. She was open to being religious, and she believed there were spirits of some sort out there, but this was definitely not the sort of thing she thought about in such regards.

Eventually Frank would come back and Tom would offer to give them both a ride, and initially she was going to decline and just walk home; it was something that she did on a regular basis and it wasn’t like she was unarmed. But then she considered the thought that perhaps they should look into sharing what they’d found on poor Frankie’s case, and she had to admit that it would be nice to finally have someone to split information on this. Downing what was left of her beer in one extended chug, she set it down and paid Big Joe with cash before nodding and signing back, ~If you’re willing. I’d hate to intrude on your guys’ romance,~ punctuating it with another thin smirk.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  Regardless of how Elissa’s body language was as she explained in sign that she was just a former SWAT sergeant, Tommy knew in his heart that the woman must have loved her job. To say she was no grand detective or a mover and shaker as far as investigations go was more a sign of her insecurity if anything. Tommy was engrossed with her words, and could understand her reluctance to jump feet first into an investigation about supernatural. Perhaps in her eyes everything had a logical explanation but she admitted to the reporter that SOMETHING screwy was happening about town. Take the solid steel statue being launched about fifty feet in the air. There was never ever any recordings of supernatural beings having the ability to move objects of that magnitude. As Tommy eased back in his seat listening, he was going over in his own mind the events that had occurred in the last six months alone. He had even considered that perhaps this was all a government cover up operation for some new fandangled technology. Urban warfare but done with invisible suits. It was all a bit science fiction, but with the amount of secrecy surrounding the government of the day, anything was possible. Tommy agreed with Elissa that there were some very creative folk out there in New York city, that was for certain. But the truth of the matter was, it was the ordinary people, people like Rory….and Frank that had been affected by whatever it was that had taken hold of the city’s imagination.

With Frank having returned from the men’s room and the trio getting ready to leave as Big Joe closed up, Tommy had to laugh at what Elissa signed as they donned their coats.

~Intrude on a bromance? Is that what you think this is?”~ Tommy signed, with something of a laugh. Frank, watched Tommy’s hands moving in sign and then glanced between the pair. “What’s so funny?” He said naturally wondering if they were making fun of his state of being. Tommy was quick to alay his fears. “No…she just didn’t want to be a third wheel on the way home.” Frank spluttered, not sure about how to react to that. Sure, he liked Tommy as a friend, nothing more. Tommy, could see Frank was getting his grouchy persona back and was in a way relieved since this was the old Frank he knew and loved.

“She’s accepted a ride. Come on, my car is parked just down the block.”

Holding the door open for Frank and Elissa, Tommy waved at Big Joe, as the lights were being turned out in the Pizzeria. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Tommy walked alongside Frank and Elissa as they set off for his car, which was a Silver BMW coupe. Tommy had a love for European sports cars, and this one he had picked up at a police yard auction. Apparently it was owned by some mob boss who went down after a major city drug bust. Reaching the car, he clicked the alarm button, and it flashed its headlights as the doors unlocked. He opened a door for Elissa first, then Frank so they could get in easily. Tommy was a gentleman if anything. Once all were in, he shut the doors and jogged around to the driver’s side, hopping in behind the wheel. Reaching over the front seating, he asked of Elissa. ~Is it okay if we drop Frank off first? I’m kinda worried about the interior of my car.~ He meant this, since he kept his car in pristine condition, and hated the thought of it smelling like a back alley dumpster, if Frank threw up. Frank kept quiet, since he really wasn’t feeling all that crash hot, and it showed. His head lolling about like a rag doll.

If Elissa agreed, they would head to Frank’s apartment building. It was one of those run down places for single men….or fathers without families. Frank used to live out in Queens, but all that changed. The car would pull out from the curb, and tear off down the street as cabs and other vehicles whizzed past them.

 

~RB~

 

VunG:  Of course Elissa didn’t think that these two guys were sleeping together, that would be a silly assumption at this point. More than anything she was just trying to lighten the mood, considering just how somber the situation was that they had found themselves in. Still, she didn’t want to get Frank thinking that that was her real thoughts, and she made a sort of ‘settle down’ gesture trying to get across the point that she was just teasing, smiling lightly all the while. She would go ahead and join the group as they filed out of the pizzeria, nodding her thanks to Tommy as he opened the door; she wasn’t all that big on being treated like a lady, but she appreciated the gesture it was meant in. She would adjust her scarf as they walked, trying to make sure her scar was properly hidden as they went, more than anything just her being self-conscious about it; not that she expected them to judge her based on it.

The car was actually rather impressive looking; Elissa was much more about the older European and Japanese sports cars like her Triumph GT6, but she knew when something had a bit of money on it. Though, part of her wondered how much these newer BMW’s cost, that thing couldn’t have been cheap. Again, as she found her door held open, she’d roll her eyes and smile her thanks as she got in, knowing full well that he was just being polite. Sighing softly to herself, she’d settle into the fine seats and lean her head back as they got going. Of course, as the question of first-destination came up, she let out a strange coughing sound into her hand, the closest thing she came nowadays to a laugh, and nodded, eventually signing once her chuckling had passed, ~I’d be worried for your sanity if you didn’t do that first.~ And with that, they were off to Queens, a long quiet drive which she mostly spent staring off into space unless their driver decided to make conversation with her.