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Post by Marcel Lestrange on May 27, 2018 5:45:29 GMT
Sandy Bell Uljanov was correct about the lack of Inquisition problems in vicinity of Fortress K'Shaa. The only Inquisitor in that area, excluding Micfi and Chiph had a tête-à-tête with Marcel Lestrange who discovered him during his morning walk and engaged him in discussion. At moment they were talking about manners.
"During the last ten minutes I have not heard anything polite from you," said Marcel sadly. "Only obscenities and even those are sort of...limited. They do not make Inquisitors as they used to be, it seems. Your lack of vocabulary is awful, mon ami. And believe me - I had a chance to listen you before we officially met. I happened to follow you when you expressed your feelings about the missing of Micfi and Misor. Same words, same language. Even your promise to follow Micor's methods after you find them was unoriginal. What do you have to say about that, mon ami?"
(Variety of Castithan and English obscenities)
"I did not expect anything else from you," replied Marcel, looking into Inquisitor's eyes. "I already heard most of it. In different circumstances I could teach you something new about the art of insults to expand your vocabulary but seeing your attitude, it would be a waste of time and effort. I could not throw such pearls as "enculeur de mouches" ("fly fucker") , "pine d'huître" ("oyster dick") or "peau de zob" ("dick skin") before the swine like you, because it would be a waste of perfectly good insults as well. Looks like that this conversation of ours is as pointless than the existence of the whole concept of Inquisition, so we better end it her and now. Do not feel bad - from my point of view it actually looks like that you are smiling so I prefer that you keep your happy face."
Marcel reached out his tan hand and pushed the Inquisitor who begun to swing because his ankles were tied together and the other end of the rope was attached to a tree branch which meant that the Inquisitor was upside down whole time they had their chit chat. Under Inquisitor's head was a funnel on the ground, leading to a Hellbug nest where skitterlings cheerfully played.
(Obscenities continued, including poor attempts to repeat some insults, Marcel just taught)
"At least you are learning, mon ami," said Marcel. "It gives us hope that eventually we will reach somewhere. But that hope is deceitful. You see - I am already certain that you came for a reconnaissance report and since Micfi and Misor were gone, you tried to find them and promised to do lot of bad things to them when you find them. I discovered you and observed you and then engaged you and had to hear lot of poor assumptions about my heritage, hygiene, relatives, sexual habits and my girlfriend as a payment for my trouble but nothing much else to those details I managed to sift out from the pile of verbal sand of yours. If I was a gold digger I would conclude that this gold river is as barren as reproductive organs of another Castithan raclure de bidet (bidet scrapping) Governor Skarr...(Marcel released a theatrical sigh before concluding)...I believe that Inquisition will send another emissary, so I better prepare to meet him. As for you, mon ami...(Marcel grinned)...I will give you a chance to teach some funny words to your new audience."
Marcel untied the other end of the rope from the tree branch it was attached to and begun to lower the Inquisitor into the funnel where hungry Hellbugs greeted Inquisitor's arrival as enthusiastically as survivors of a strict diet camp would greet a pizza truck.
(Screaming and struggle down the hole, followed by silence)
"From the right point of view I just made lot of good things," said Marcel to himself, untying the rope from Inquisitor's ankles (one should never waste a good rope) and pushing his body down before continuing his other activities. "I delayed Inquisition's next move because they need some time to find out about their missing messenger and have to send a new one. I made another abusive branleur (wanker) to disappear and I fed hungry bugs so they don't have to attack anyone else. Not a bad result for a morning walk."
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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on May 27, 2018 7:06:07 GMT
Another conversation took place inside the Fortress K'Shaa, including the other half of the Diabolical Duo, Lena Marr. And the Child-Inquisitor Micfi, so Inquisition was present just like in previous one. But the nature of this discussion was much more mild because Wolfram von Eschen said at moment: "Fräulein Marr. Partly your plans coincide with mine, I must admit. I actually planned a field trip to the holo room myself and planned to invite children with me. You are also invited, although you might find my idea a bit immature, but from another point of view, it might be to your liking because I am about to offer a childhood experience of different kind, you, Castithans, are used with. I had a small discussion about that idea with Volodja Uljanov and he was as supportive as usual by providing me with the means. I was planning to visit the old Vienna. To be precise then it's famous recreational area, called Prater. To be even more precise, then Wurstelprater amusement park. It was probably the worlds second oldest amusement park, established in 1766. Besides - old Vienna is a nice place to visit. Been there, know that!"  "I second and support the idea!" announced Sigmund inside Wolfram's head. "I haven't been in Vienna..."
"At all in 21. century," replied Wolfram with inner grin. "Time to refresh those memories of yours. In my weak moments I consider even psychoanalysts to be creatures with feelings, Siggi.""If we agree to go then we actually need a picnic basket!" he said out loud. "Virtual food might taste like an ambrosia but unfortunately it happens to be as nutritious as the one they ate in Olympus, containing zero calories." |
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Post by Kaj Oenfer on May 27, 2018 11:50:11 GMT
Sandy's grin grew bigger as she placed both hands on her hips ordering in a good-natured tone, "Sorry Remy, I guess Atticus is rubbing off on me sooooo... I'm pulling rank! As soon as I shed my civvies and put on my working clothes, we'll go check out the Hellbug activity! Kaj, handpick some good shots from the security guards on duty, arm them with long range weapons as well as sidearms and secure a fast Raptor. I'll meet you in the garage pronto!"
By the time her orders were given, Sandy's EGO blur was recharged and she blurred to her quarters to change clothes and arm herself with her favorite assault rifle before heading down to the garage.
As Sandy had blurred out of the War Room, Kaj looked through the roster of available sharpshooters on active Security duty. Then after ordering a couple to meet him and Commander Bell-Uljanov in the security garage, after they armed themselves with their preferred long-range weapons and side-arms, he contacted Brooke and parlayed Sandy's request to her. After she had replied that she would indeed meet them in the Security garage, Kaj handed over Command of the War Room to Security Chief Remy Lebeau. Once that was done Kaj headed to the armory to pick up a rifle. On his way he passed a bored and slightly annoyed (from his afternoon of sex being ended a couple hours early) Attila Constantine, who said, "What's the rush Kaj? Ants in your pants or somebody kick you out before you could finish your fun as well?"
Kaj smiled and replied with, "No Mr. Constantine, but hellbugs are crawling all over the perimeter fences. So Commander Belle-Uljanov and I are taking a small team to go investigate the true cause of the disturbances which means the fun may just be starting. Brooke and a couple crack-shot security officers are to meet us in the security garage. Care to join us? Can never have enough trackers or experienced hunters on such a task."
Attila grinned and said, "Well it sounds like you don't need a tracker since you have the very lovely Cat-woman lending her expertise, even though I am quite a wonderful tracker as well. One of the best in the Mongolian wilds! However I will never turn down a bug-hunt. Especially after my afternoon schedule got cleared sooner than I fraking expected! So I could use the fresh air and the thrill of the hunt! Just let me stop by my quarters and get my gun!"
Kaj nodded an affirmative. So Attila blurred off to get his EMC Service rifle as Kaj continued to the armory to retrieve his VOT Volge Typhoon AR. By the time Kaj reached the Security garage everyone else was already there. So he walked over and signed out the fastest Raptor in the Security Garage, as he said to Sandy, "Commander I see you, Brooke, and the two crack-shots are already here. This is our ride, and I hope you do not mind but young Attila has nothing to do and requested that he be allowed to join us. He may not be as good as Brooke and Commander Batman but another tracker is not a bad thing, not to mention that I think he could learn a thing or two about tracking from Brooke that he did not learn in Mongolia and now is as good a time as any for that.
Besides you did say get our best shots on duty. I did so. How-ever I did one better and also picked up an off-duty hunter who needs to get out of the base for a little while, has nothing else to do the rest of the after-noon and this little excursion would keep the hunting skills that he was taught in Mongolia from getting rusty. Besides perhaps our American hunter/snipers, Canadian hunter/tracker and Mongolian hunter/tracker can learn a thing or two from each other and there-fore strengthen the skills of all involved. How-ever it is your team and your call. So we will respect what you decide but is the saying not, "'The more the merrier.'?"
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Post by Sandy Bell on May 27, 2018 16:20:11 GMT
Captain Sandy Bell-Uljanov nervously watched the feline Synth Sister Brooke as she examined the entrance to the largest Hellbug nest that was outside the perimeter of Fortress K'shaa as well as just outside the Protector's base radar. It had long been suspected that all the Hellbug nests around the base were connected by underground tunnels so it wasn't a big surprise as all the Hellbugs' frantic activity seem to end at once although the cause of the cessation was still a mystery. Their lead tracker Brooke had found two intersecting pairs of fresh boot prints and followed them to the main Hellbug nest entrance followed by the Protector's Raptor and was currently examining it for more clues.
"The first person obviously was following the second before ambushing him and after a brief altercation led at times but dragged at others the second person to the Hellbug hole," Reported Brooke in a matter-of-fact way then continued pointing at a tree limb above the hole, "As you can see where the rope wore on the branch, the first person strung up the second above the hole probably by his heels and fed him to the Hellbugs, maybe alive, maybe dead."
Brooke's black feline tail twitched as she stood up, her cute human-looking nose wrinkled as she sniffed the air saying, "Nope, definitely alive. I can smell fear permeating the area around the nest entrance."
Sandy frowned as she held her assault rifle at the ready while asking, "Why would anyone do that? And how do you know that the second person was strung up by their heels?"
Brooke smelled the air again then knelt down by a foot print sniffing it too before remarking, "As to why, you'll have to ask Mr. Lestrange as he was definitely the first person. I can smell his human scent, his brand of expensive aftershave and his cigarette smoke."
Brooke's keen yellow cat-like eyes had spotted a half-eaten boot nearby earlier and as she now leaped up strolled over to it with panther-like grace, picked the boot up and sniffed it before saying with a slight smile, "Although I suspect this will give us a clue. This boot belonged to the second person who was definitely a Castithan male by it's scent. You can see it's Inquisition issue and has an unusual scuff where the rope held our victim up by his feet above the Hellbug nest. My best guess is that Lestrange was probably torturing this Inquisitor for information and once he got it dropped him into the nest to get rid of the evidence. However feeding only one person to a nest this size would only be a morsel so why aren't they still out foraging or even reacting to our presence?"
Her smile disappeared as Brooke's tail twitched as she looked around the scene kneeling on the ground as she touched gently a strange depression that was definitely not a boot print before saying, "A Volge Trooper's footprint... no three sets of Volge footprints, one a Viscera and two different Troopers... more recent then the Inquisitor's and Lestrange's footprints. Still even three Volge should not be enough to scare a Hellbug nest this size to go into hiding so... why are they not swarming?"
Sandy looked at the gray wilderness around her when suddenly her blue eyes grew wide as she saw on the far horizon row after row of countless Volge emerging from behind the bleak hills around them but then just standing there facing Fortress K'shaa whereupon Sandy tapped the feline Synth Sister's shoulder exclaiming excitedly, "I think I know why Brooke! Look!"
Brooke stood up looking where Sandy pointed as feline ears flattened against her black maned skull and she popped her claws from her finger tips preparing for a fight as she replied, "Well... there you go then. Mystery solved!"
"Let's not over-react here. Nobody attack!" Ordered Sandy as she slowly walked over to the Raptor reporting via her EGO their situation to both the Protector's command center as well as the Protector's Supreme Commander Atticus Batman before grabbing a large dirty white rag from the vehicles back and attaching it to the barrel of her assault rifle.
Waving the makeshift parlay flag and beginning to walk slowly towards the huge Warmaster who she guessed was the leader of the group, she commanded over her shoulder, "If they attack me, do not attempt a rescue. Do not shoot them. Do not charge them. Do not attack them in any way. Just get in the Raptor and race back to HQ like a bat out of hell!"
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Post by Lena Marr on May 27, 2018 23:36:29 GMT
Lena Marr squatted on a wooden support just below the highest track of a roller coaster in an old amusement park in an even older city - at least to all appearances. Lena knew that it was all an illusion; even her climbing up to her vantage point where she could see the whole park and her view of others from above. She knew that the holo-hardware in the holo-suites was the best scrip could buy but for once scrip was not Lena's main concern nor were the pleasures the illusory park could provide her. Lena was having too much fun watching the real drama of real people to appreciate the technology that created the stage for it.
Old Wolfram von Eschen sat on a park bench leaning on his cane and observing everything that was occurring as well but the base psychiatrist was like the many virtual background characters in the holo-program and was not taking an active part in the play so she paid him no mind. Instead she focused on the intricate dance that was given sway below by the two main characters of the piece: The two estranged Castithan child lovers, Misor Chiph and Micfi Newlo. Although only twelve and eleven years-old respectively, past circumstances had thrown them together and had made them to have not only grown up too fast but also to grow very close both physically and emotionally. Lena knew firsthand that an apocalyptic world such as theirs had a way of doing that to children; that is, if they survived in the first place.
However more recent events had made aristocratic Micfi to be irrationally angry at lower caste Chiph and Chiph's boyish pride was bruised as a consequence causing them both to zig when the other zagged in the holographic amusement park. If he went into the Game Arcade, she purposefully would go into the Hall of Mirrors; if she chose to ride the Twirling Teacups, he would choose to ride into the Tunnel of Horrors. Lena had high hopes when Micfi chose to ride a white painted wooden horse on the Carousel and Chiph chose the same moment to jump on the ride but as soon as he saw her he crossed to the far side of the ride choosing to ride a wooden dragoon there. Lena sighed as she watched them below riding round and round, glancing furtively and forlornly at each other when they thought the other was not looking and darting their eyes away when they were caught looking by the other.
Lena looked down to see if the good doctor had finished posing as a statue but since he hadn't, she sighed deeply and said to herself, "Self, this is getting not only frustrating but boring! I can stand the former but I will not abide the latter!"
Lena swung down the supporting beams of the roller coaster like a spider monkey then exercising a leap and a landing that would make a circus acrobat proud. She sashayed over to Chiph and put her right chalk white arm around his thin shoulders then directed him to Micfi where she put her left arm around her slight shoulders. Lena was stronger than she looked leading them both to the entrance to the roller coast ride itself despite any resistance they mustered.
"Okay Kiddoes, this is a ride that takes two to do properly." Said Lena cheerfully with a wicked grin as she dragged them to where the roller coaster carts rolled up then pushed them both into the front seat of the lead cart, "Trust me - you'll be glad you have each other to hold on to at the climax of this ride."
As the ride started and the two children leaned as far away from each other as the small seat would allow, Lena yelled after them, "Be sure and fasten your seat belts! Wouldn't want either of you to fall out!" Then used her EGO to blur to where the roller coaster ride ended.
By the time the roller coaster finished its up and down, slow and fast trek with a nightmare fall at the end before creeping to a sudden stop Micfi and Chiph were laughing and holding each other tightly. Lena grinned wickedly as she helped the two dizzy and snickering kids out of their seats listening to both of them tell their stories at the same time about how frightening but fun the ride was and how each was glad to have the other to hold on to together in virtual terror.
Micfi turned to Chiph suddenly with wide golden eyes and a big smile apologizing, "I'm sorry I got so mad at you Chiph! You're my best friend and I know I don't tell you how much I appreciate you but I really do!"
Chiph said with a slanted grin, "You're my best friend too Micfi and I knew it was you just being... well, you! And I love you!" Then impulsively embraced her and kissed her tenderly on her lips being pleasantly surprised when she suddenly embraced and kissed him back.
Having been forgotten by both of them, Lena backed out of the scene hearing Chiph say to Micfi as she left, "Let's do the Ferris Wheel next! I bet the view is beautiful from up at the top!"
"Yeah, it is," Muttered Lena wishing her lover Marcel Lestrange was in holo-suite #3 to appreciate it with her as she strolled over to Wolfram and sat next to him saying sardonically, "Maybe you should start referring to me as Dr. Lena, counselor to lost lovers! And me without a single degree to my name!"
Then Lena leaned back in her chair while her wicked grin disappeared like the Cheshire Cat's as she remarked wistfully, "You know Doc, sometimes I wonder what if Marcel had met me when we were that age. Maybe I wouldn't have become such a psychotic mess. Maybe I wouldn't have become a sociopath or a psychopath - whichever it is I am. I can never figure out which is which! Maybe... just maybe, we wouldn't have become murderers and thieves and just had a normal life with two-point-five kids, a pet bulldog and a house with a white picket fence."
Lena cackled as her wicked grin reappeared like it had never been gone then as she concluded, "Who am I kidding Wolfie, I love Pooh Bear just as he is and I love my life! I wouldn't trade it for all the scrip in the world! Anything else would be boring as Hell."
Then Lena turned away from Wolfram, hoping he didn't see the lone tear in the corner of her right sky blue eye as she blinked hard once to rid herself of it.
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Post by Atticus Batman on May 28, 2018 12:39:18 GMT
Brooke stood up looking where Sandy pointed as feline ears flattened against her black maned skull and she popped her claws from her finger tips preparing for a fight as she replied, "Well... there you go then. Mystery solved!"
"Let's not over-react here. Nobody attack!" Ordered Sandy as she slowly walked over to the Raptor reporting via her EGO their situation to both the Protector's command center as well as the Protector's Supreme Commander Atticus Batman before grabbing a large dirty white rag from the vehicles back and attaching it to the barrel of her assault rifle.
Waving the makeshift parlay flag and beginning to walk slowly towards the huge Warmaster who she guessed was the leader of the group, she commanded over her shoulder, "If they attack me, do not attempt a rescue. Do not shoot them. Do not charge them. Do not attack them in any way. Just get in the Raptor and race back to HQ like a bat out of hell!"
Kaj said calmly, "Sandy I think that type of behavior is why you always get mad at Commander Batman. Be-sides as the Volge are not yet posing a threat perhaps we should ALL leave and re-group to brace for a potential attack, instead of risking provoking them in some way while they are not being hostile."
Attila remarked, "I still want to shoot something but this time I agree with Kaj!"
Meanwhile in the Batman family bunker, I was still laying in bed holding Lady while we enjoyed just being in each others' arms after some wonderful and long overdo recoupling, when I received Sandy's EGO message. With that I responded to Sandy via EGO with, "On my way Commander! Do NOT do anything to provoke them until I can assess the situation!"
Then I sent Security Chief Remy Lebeau an EGO message saying, "Lebeau we have a possible Volge situation. Assemble a security team but for now station them inside the perimeter until we know for sure whether the Volge are currently an active threat or just passing by!"
Remy responded with, "Aye Mon Commandant, I twas dinkin de same ting. So dat will be done and we will have vehicles at de ready jus' in case we be needin ta go out dere."
I responded with, "Good idea Lebeau. I will take the Chaos Demon (bat-tank) and go out to meet Sandy's team and assess the situation for myself!"
After the EGO communications, I said to Lady, "Dak Snow Angel! As I am sure you just heard, it sounds like I am needed for an emergency, but I promise we will continue this later tonight. I am NOT done making it up to you for my month long distractions with fixing and upgrading my armor!"
With that I kissed Lady passionately as I gently fondled one of her pert and perky little breasts. After just a few short seconds, I reluctantly broke the kiss and got out of bed after I released Lady's lovely breast and had given the other the same amount of attention. As I pulled on my jumpsuit, I continued to admire my wife's beauty. Then as I started putting my armor back on, Lady climbed out of our spacious bed and helped me secure my armor in place. Once I had gotten redressed, I gave her another quick kiss and said, "I love you."
Then I went down stairs to our sitting area and retrieved my helm and gauntlets. Once I put them on, I started to retrieve my weapons as I heard an odd noise apparently coming from the basement. As soon as I asked my EGO if she had heard it, Dinara responded with, "Yes Atty. It sounds like a chicken...but why would a chicken be in the basement?"
I responded with, "I don't know but I better go down and check...wait! Belle's down there, so a chicken means...Volge! ___ or at least Chicken Bob!"
So I very quickly finished retrieving my weapons from their secure locker. Then I quickly went down to my basement with my rifle locked and loaded at the ready. As I looked through the rooms, I smelt burnt air, just as Dinara responded that she detected one Volge signature and one chicken signature in the basement's morgue. With that I carefully opened the door to the morgue and stepped inside. Sure enough I saw Bob holding his chicken and standing near Belle's stasis pod staring at it as if he and his chicken were holding Vigil over Belle.
Seeing that, I quickly sent Sandy an EGO message saying, "Commander Bell-Uljanov, I am not sure what is going on exactly but it seems Belle had a surprise visitor stop by to see her, for as I speak I am in my basement morgue staring at Chicken Bob! So you will have to assess the external Volge situation yourself, while I try to figure out what Chicken Bob is doing in here! However I am guessing that his presence and their stationary position means that they are part of Belle's Volge community. SO perhaps that means they are not here to harm us, but only to pay their respects to her!"
Once I had finished communicating with Belle, I contacted Lebeau saying, "Remy, it seems I have a situation in my bunker as well."
Remy responded with, "Need a security team Mon Commandant?"
I replied with, "No, I am sure I can handle this. Just put the base on a hellbug migration alert. That way everybody will stay inside but will just figure we are just being cautious as we watch to see what the Hellbugs do, as usual if dealing with a large hellbug migration. That will keep people inside but will not cause an unnecessary panic as everybody is used to such alerts given our close proximity to so many Hellbug hives."
Remy replied with, "Aye Commandant. Dat be a gud idea. Glad ya dought of it. Doin so now."
As Remy activated the routine Hellbug migration warning alert, I stepped into the morgue and lowered my weapon and held my hands out palm up to show I meant no harm as I said, "Eseneziri Chi...uhm Bob. I still have no idea if you actually understand me, but I mean you no harm. I just need to know what you are doing down here with Belle, and if your Volge friends outside a threat to my base and all those that live here."
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Post by Sandy Bell on May 28, 2018 13:57:38 GMT
"Let's not over-react here. Nobody attack!" Ordered Captain Sandy Bell-Uljanovas she slowly walked over to the Raptor reporting via her EGO their situation to both the Protector's command center as well as the Protector's Supreme Commander Atticus Batman before grabbing a large dirty white rag from the vehicles back and attaching it to the barrel of her assault rifle.
Waving the makeshift parlay flag and beginning to walk slowly towards the huge Warmaster who she guessed was the leader of the group, she commanded over her shoulder, "If they attack me, do not attempt a rescue. Do not shoot them. Do not charge them. Do not attack them in any way. Just get in the Raptor and race back to HQ like a bat out of hell!"
Kaj said calmly, "Sandy I think that type of behavior is why you always get mad at Commander Batman. Be-sides as the Volge are not yet posing a threat perhaps we should ALL leave and re-group to brace for a potential attack, instead of risking provoking them in some way while they are not being hostile."
Attila remarked, "I still want to shoot something but this time I agree with Kaj!"
Sandy thought for a second as a frown slowly crossed her pretty tan face and she replied, "You're right Kaj... on all counts! Guess I caught the Bat-virus for a moment - where the call to action is just too great to ignore! I'm over it now so let's all get in the Raptor and high tail it!"
The Sandy tilted her head as if listening to a voice far away as she explained, "Wait! Getting orders from Atticus..."
Supreme Commander Atticus Batman quickly sent Sandy an EGO message saying, "Commander Bell-Uljanov, I am not sure what is going on exactly but it seems Belle had a surprise visitor stop by to see her, for as I speak I am in my basement morgue staring at Chicken Bob! So you will have to assess the external Volge situation yourself, while I try to figure out what Chicken Bob is doing in here! However I am guessing that his presence and their stationary position means that they are part of Belle's Volge community. SO perhaps that means they are not here to harm us, but only to pay their respects to her!"
Sandy looked over at the Volge line and seeing they were still just staring in the direction of Fortress Kshaa and not moving one inch closer she reported back to Atticus, "You may be right Sir, as they seem rather passive - especially for Volge. I'll leave a couple of scouts here to watch the situation and get back to the command center," Then turned to Brooke and Attila, "You two stay hidden here and watch the Volge for any changes in their movement. Whatever you do, don't engage them except in self defense - just report in every hour to the command center or if something significant changes. If they begin moving towards Fortress K'shaa again, report and retreat back to base pronto. Brooke, I know you aren't a Protector per se so I can't order you to do anything, but I think you and Attila are the best qualified to this job so will - "
"Then make me one," Interrupted the feline Synth Sister with a demure smile as her black furred tail twitched from side to side adding, "Then you can order me all you want."
Sandy grinned back and replied, "Okay Brooke, you're officially a Protector!"
Sandy offered Brooke her assault rifle, but Brooke shook her long dark mane in the negative as she exclaimed flexing her claws, "I prefer my fighting up close and personal. I have built-in weapons for it too. In fact, I never learned how to use one of those and never needed to."
Sandy frowned ordering, "Still we'll rectify that first thing when you get back. Every Protector needs to have at least remedial skills on how to use firearms," The laughed, "Even Broaderick Smythe and Dr. Orion have remedial firearm skills."
Brooke shrugged noncommittally then as Attila gathered his gear from the Raptor, Sandy ushered the rest of the scouting group into the vehicle and headed back to Fortress K'shaa. Brooke and Attila watched the Raptor disappear then hid themselves where they had a good vantage point to watch the Volge without being seen themselves. As they lay next to each other, Brooke's yellow cat-like eyes watched him surreptitiously with peripheral vision for some time.
Brooke finally broke the silence with a whispered comment, "Of course, just because the captain orders me to do something doesn't mean that I will always do as commanded. I was created to to be a cat not only physically but mentally as well, so I do tend to go my own way."
Brooke stretched her back languidly from where she lay watching the Volge reminding Attila of the Mongolian wildcat but then she asked him with a sly smile, "We Synth Sisters are connected in more ways than just birth and communicate with each other constantly so Whitney has a question for you: Is your penis naturally that large or do you do drugs or exercise to enhance it?"
As Remy activated the routine Hellbug migration warning alert, Atticus Batman stepped into the morgue and lowered his weapon and held his hands out palm up to show he meant no harm as he said, "Eseneziri Chi...uhm Bob. I still have no idea if you actually understand me, but I mean you no harm. I just need to know what you are doing down here with Belle, and if your Volge friends outside a threat to my base and all those that live here."
When Atticus interrupted him, Chicken Bob was busy cleaning with a small rag the glass window of Belle's stasis enclosure and jumped when Atticus spoke. Chicken Bob was smaller then most Volge Troopers and always a bit... unusual. He began gesturing wildly pointed to the inert Belle then his own forehead then waving his hands in the air while making a loud chittering noise. Bob's chicken on the other hand flew to the highest point of the Bat-bunker's morgue and clucked menacingly at Atticus.
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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on May 29, 2018 5:55:23 GMT
"Personally I am too old for this kind of entertainment," admitted Wolfram von Eschen and stroke the environment softly with his glance. "But younger generations can still find loads of amusement here. Especially when it's a total novelty to them. I decided to provide our young patients with the surroundings and let the nature do it's job but seems that you took the leashed into your firm hands and increased the speed, Lena. Which you did beautifully, by the way!" He lowered is tone and whispered: "It also tells me that those picket fences and paid mortgages might not be the life style you'd really enjoy. At least not for a long. You need certain amount of excitement instead of routine..." Wolfram grinned in a friendly manner and added: "As for Marcel...He couldn't make his appearance earlier indeed. But from the other side - he finally appeared to do his part and not too late to provide you with that picket fence and the home it surrounds. But the bulldog...I bet you would get more exciting pet animal than a bulldog, although the genuine bulldog would be a real rarity these days....I see that we got company. Siggi seems to enjoy the place as much as children do and he probably has something to say about it." "Of course I do! I haven't met a single psychoanalyst to have a fruitful discussion about one particular psychiatrist yet! In my days the psychoanalysis was the hottest topic in Vienna! Was ist das? Der Untergang ist das!" "Schön," chuckled Wolfram von Eschen in a merry manner. "You might be my Id based EGO but I didn't promoted you to my Super Ego, so I am afraid that you are not the one who makes general cultural rules here. I call the shots and I decided that I want to relax in the psychoanalyst free zone. You are the exception, so I'd suggest to enjoy the fact that you are the one and only who is allowed in. The positive side is that Carl Gustav isn't here to pendulate your throne." "From that point of view, there are some good sides," admitted Sigmund sourly. "But the rest is fine. Especially these sensations - the warmth and those smells and...They really bring back some memories." "Especially those smells," Wolfram agreed in the spirit of the method of the free associations. "All those various types of chariots with cute horsies in elder streets of Vienna who produce lot of dung and other abjects which smell in the springtime warmth. Especially when there isn't much wind around, so the aroma is archaic indeed. At least outside of Prater it is and I assume that you were outside."  |
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Post by Lena Marr on May 29, 2018 12:20:24 GMT
"Shatko, now there's two of you," Exclaimed Lena Marr with a wicked grin then joked, "BTW, how do two psychiatrists greet each other? You are fine, how am I?"
Lena giggled hysterically at her own joke then thrust her chalk white hand out to shake introducing herself, "You must be Wolfie's new EGO psyche. We haven't met before. I'm Lena Marr one of his more hopeless cases. Only I'm not really! C'mon out Hope and meet... Siggi is it? For Sigmund Freud? You don't hang around and kill as many psychiatrists as I have over the years and don't learn about their heroes."
A smiling pre-teen Castithan girl appeared wearing a mish-mash of clothing styles in various clashing colors and waved shyly at Sig before turning an angry face to Lena and scolding, "Lena, you promised me a meeting with Kabule! You said you'd set it up with Commander Batman! You promised!"
"Yeah, yeah," Lena dismissed Hope's complaint with a slight wave of her hand saying, "Now don't interrupt my introductions! Please forgive her Docs, she's young and stupid - particularly about who she chooses to fall in love with. Anywho, I love her anyway and she's the newest of the voices in my head. Let me introduce you to the ladies!"
The voices in Lena's head representing the seven deadly sins began to appear as she said their names and introduced them individually to Sig. Pride came first as always, a muscular brunette wearing a "Believe in Yourself" tank top and beige clam diggers almost breaking Sig's hand with her crushing handshake. Wrath came next, a fiery redhead with flashing blue eyes speaking in a rich Irish brogue dressed in tight-fitting boxing garb. Envy appeared elegantly in a sparkly emerald evening dress scowling at Sig as she stared at him with intense green eyes giving him the up and down as if assaying his worth. Dressed in a skirted black business suit with a red power tie, Greed introduced herself as an investment banker asking Sig if he had saved any scrip for his retirement. When a sweetly smiling Lust appeared in a low cut mini-dress in a style favored among the "in-crowd" of the nineteen sixties, she immediately took his arm and whispered suggestively into his ear. The slightly rotund but still shapely Gluttony arrived in a comfortable mango jogging suit immediately going to forage in the picnic basket and not stopping to speak. Finally, Blonde haired Sloth appeared in a revealing pink teddy who yawned as she gave Sig a "dead fish" handshake then immediately curled up and fell asleep on the park bench next to the one Wolfram and Lena were sitting on. Strangely, all the seven sins were human women albeit beautiful archetypes.
Lena laughed as she remarked to the two elderly psychiatrists, "Now you see why I'm Wolfie's lost cause - he's been outnumbered from the beginning," Then addressing her mental entourage, "Okay girls, go have fun - but don't do anything I wouldn't do! Which pretty much gives you free reign to do whatever you want!"
Frowning, Hope began to speak but Lena held up one forefinger then communicated to Atticus via their EGOs, "Atticus, will you puh-leeze send Kafool to holo-suite #3? Hope is bugging the shatko out of me with her whining and I'm here with not much to do so I can chaperone them. Oh, BTW - Lust is here too so you can send the Blue Man group if you want!"
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Post by Attila Constantine on May 29, 2018 13:15:42 GMT
Brooke shrugged noncommittally then as Attila gathered his gear from the Raptor, Sandy ushered the rest of the scouting group into the vehicle and headed back to Fortress K'shaa. Brooke and Attila watched the Raptor disappear then hid themselves where they had a good vantage point to watch the Volge without being seen themselves. As they lay next to each other, Brooke's yellow cat-like eyes watched him surreptitiously with peripheral vision for some time.
Brooke finally broke the silence with a whispered comment, "Of course, just because the captain orders me to do something doesn't mean that I will always do as commanded. I was created to be a cat not only physically but mentally as well, so I do tend to go my own way."
Attila remarked with, "That seems to be a common Protector trait and I think Atticus seems to prefer that spontaneity of free-will over the strict order of complete obedience anyway. He may be able to rule with an iron fist when needed or wanted, given that he seems to strike enough fear in some and enough respect in others to succeed in that easily, but he is a man of action. ___ So he would probably find it tedious and lacking in action if he were to do so on a permanent basis, not to mention that he seems to have some sort of personal grudge against people who ALWAYS force others to blindly follow them."
Brooke stretched her back languidly from where she lay watching the Volge reminding Attila of the Mongolian wildcat but then she asked him with a sly smile, "We Synth Sisters are connected in more ways than just birth and communicate with each other constantly so Whitney has a question for you: Is your penis naturally that large or do you do drugs or exercise to enhance it?"
Attila glanced back over at Brooke and seeing her stretching her back and therefore giving him a great view of her butt every time she stretched and her tail wiggled, he turned a little more to get a better view of her little ass as he responded with a cocky grin on his face saying, "My huge penis is all natural baby!...And if you or Whitney ever want to try it out, then all you have to do is clear it with Atika first and I will be more than willing to show you what pleasures I can do with it!"
As Brooke looked back at Attila, they both felt the ground beneath them shake and Both instinctively rolled opposite directions just as a hellbug warrior burst from the ground. Then they immediately jumped to their feet. As Attila started shooting the warrior several skitterlings emerged. So Brooke started fighting them with her clawed hands just as a second warrior appeared. However as Attila and Brooke were fighting off the bugs they both noticed, in their peripheral vision, that two Volge troopers and a Viscera had started slowly moving their direction.
Just then A Monarch appeared in front of the two Protectors and rolled forward hitting Brooke and knocking her high into the air. As she somersaulted to gain control of her momentum, the Viscera blurred forward and slashed the Monarch drawing his attention from the still-soaring Brooke. Then the two troopers following him came running into the mix. As the three Volge started fighting the hellbugs, Brooke landed gracefully on her feet near Attila. Then she said, "So which ones are we rooting for?"
Just then the skitterlings started lunging at them again. By that time both warriors had started attacking the three Volge that had entered the fray. So Attila and Brooke focused on fighting off the skitterlings. However the Monarch seeing that turned his attention to the two young Protectors So they were now also avoiding the Monarch, which caught the attention of one of the two Volge troopers. So he turned and started shooting the skitterlings around the two young Protectors. So Attila said, "Looks like the Volge for now. Let's just hope they don't decide to finish what these bugs started with us afterwards!"
Brooke seconded that statement, as both focused on the now-angry Monarch, while the Viscera and a trooper were focusing on the two warriors and the second trooper focused on the anxious skitterlings. As the two Protectors were fighting the Monarch, Attila said to Brooke, "Get him to rear up, so I can shoot him in his chest. If I get a decent couple shots in that should stun him long enough for you to get behind him and gut through the weak spot in the rear of his exoskeleton! Then once it is opened a couple well placed shots there should finish it off!"
Brooke nodded and then she started zigzagging in front of the Monarch and slashing at his face to keep his attention on her. Before long the Monarch angrily reared up in preparation to slam it's claws down on the cat-girl. So Attila took his opening and unleashed a burst fire into the warrior's chest. Sure enough it was enough to knock the bug back to the ground and stun it. So Brooke dashed behind the now-stunned Monarch and proceeded to rip the weaker exoskeleton from it's backside. Before long it screamed in pain and spun around to attack Brooke and defend himself from her attacks. That act of course meant the Monarch's now vulnerable backside was facing Attila, who quickly unloaded several rounds into it. Before long the Monarch lay there dying as Brooke lunged in and struck it in the brain to kill it mercifully. With the Monarch dead, the two turned their attention back to the battlefield just as the Viscera and troopers finished off the two warriors and any skitterlings that did already run away.
Then the Viscera turned towards them. As Attila raised his gun in preparation to attack and Brooke once again extended her claws, the Viscera did something that Attila found surprising. The Viscera raised his hand to get the two troopers' attention then pointed back to where all their comrades were watching. Understanding their commander's order, the two troopers turned and walked back to the others and returned to their previous positions in the formation that all the other Volge were still standing in. The viscera then raised an open palm towards Attila and Brooke. Upon seeing that, and recognizing it as a one-handed version of the Irathient greeting, Attila lowered his gun. Then he raised both of his hands up in front of himself in the same open-palms forward position as he verbally said, "Eseneziri."
The Viscera watched for a second before nodding in mutual-understanding. Then he turned and rejoined the rest of his ranks in tier apparent distant vigil of Fortress K'shaa. As the Viscera returned to his position and the Volge went back to their passive stance, Attila scratched his head and said to Brooke, "Did I get hit in the head, or did we just get saved by the Volge?!"
Brooke shrugged and said, "Appears that way."
Attila nodded and said, ."Alright. So did I imagine it or did the Viscera and I just come to some sort of non-combat agreement for now?"
Brooked smiled and said, "Also seems like it. So now what?"
Attila responded with, "Well they know we are here now. So I guess we don't need to hide and can instead fully enjoy the warm air while we continue to watch them. However I better contact Sandy via EGO to let her know of this odd encounter as well."
With that Attila sent Sandy an EGO message saying, "Sandy...something odd just happened. Some hellbugs attacked us and we were forced to give away our position to defend ourselves. I know that part isn't odd, but what is, is that two Volge troopers and a Viscera came to our aid. Then once the bugs were dealt with, the Viscera sent the troopers back to the others, then he seemed to give me the Irathient hand-greeting. After I held up my hands to return the greeting of peace, he nodded and returned to his position in the Volge ranks! We will continue to watch them, but I figured you better know about this odd behavior."
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Post by Atticus Batman on May 29, 2018 13:39:54 GMT
When I interrupted him, Chicken Bob was busy cleaning with a small rag the glass window of Belle's stasis enclosure and jumped when I spoke. Chicken Bob was smaller then most Volge Troopers and always a bit... unusual. He began gesturing wildly pointed to the inert Belle then his own forehead then waving his hands in the air while making a loud chittering noise. Bob's chicken on the other hand flew to the highest point of the Bat-bunker's morgue and clucked menacingly at me.
I thought for a second, then slung my gun over my back. Then I walked over to an equipment locker where I removed a clean rag and some glass-cleaning spray. Once I had that in hand, I walked over to Belle's pod with Bob watching me closely. Ignoring it, I sprayed the pod's viewing window. Then I used the clean rag to wipe it off. Once that was done, I set the rag and spray down near the pod as Bob continued to watch me. Then I moved a chair over to Belle's pod and gestured to Bob that he could sit. Once I had made that gesture, I returned to the Morgue's doorway and leaned against it, as I watched to see if Bob would accept the friendly gestures now that I wasn't directly inside the Morgue and no longer had a gun in my hands.
As I watched Bob's reactions, Lena communicated to via our EGOs, "Atticus, will you puh-leeze send Kafool to holo-suite #3? Hope is bugging the shtako out of me with her whining and I'm here with not much to do so I can chaperone them. Oh, BTW - Lust is here too so you can send the Blue Man group if you want!"
I responded with, "Your call but still not sure Kafool deserves that date or freedom."
With that I mentally told Kakusi to remove the prison wall around Kabule's room. Then I gave both of them permission to go to holo-suite #3 to meet with Lena and her girls.
Upon appearing in Holo-suite #3 Kabule was in his typical biker garb (minus leather jacket as Hope still had his favorite one and he did not want to wear one of lesser quality around Hope, although he wasn't sure why it mattered to him.) with the leather jacket he had gotten to give to Hope as a gift, draped over an arm. Sazri Kakusi was in the more human form that he had used in the Circus world, and at over 7 feet with a slight blue tint to his skin. Kakusi said, "Greetings Lena and other Marrs. Thank you for the invitation. Lust I am very glad to see you again. Do I get another hug or am I asking too much"
Meanwhile Hope immediately ran up and hugged Kabule tightly around his mid-section. As he winced in slight pain, Hope released him and looked at him apologetically as she said, "Sorry, did I hurt you or something?"
Kabule replied gruffly (reminding every body of Atticus, as if his appearance as a younger version of Atticus didn't already do that.), "Of course you didn't hurt me!"
Then he calmed and said, "Sorry it wasn't you, just a warning from my brother last month, that I better be good or expect worse from him."
Hope looked up at Kabule and then glanced at Lena as Hope slowly lifted part of Kabule's shirt. There everyone who was looking could see the freshly healed scar from where Atticus had stabbed Kabule a month earlier. As Hope captiously traced it and Kabule winced, he gently took her hand off his scar. Then he re-covered it with his shirt before placing Hope's hand back on his once-again-covered scar, as he said, "Don't worry about it. I got what I deserved and do not regret what I did to earn this scar. Anyway I brought you something."
With that Kabule opened the bundle of leather in his arms and held up the women's leather jacket for Hope to see.
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Post by Lady Christianna on May 30, 2018 3:52:13 GMT
In the Batman Bunker home after Atticus Batman left their bedroom, Lady Christianna Batman pulled on a quilted housecoat to cover her nakedness and tiptoed barefooted down to the sitting area to find her husband. Once there she found his helm and gauntlets gone and using her EGO located Atticus in the basement morgue. Joining him in the doorway there, she peeked around his huge chest as he leaned against the door-frame.
Watching Chicken Bob sitting in the chair where Atticus had indicated him to sit twiddling the Volge equivalent of thumbs, Lady whispered, "Hela, Belle's got relatives visiting."
Upon hearing Belle's name, the small Volge Trooper got animated fidgeting in this chair then pointed excitedly at Belle's stasis pod then his forehead then at Atticus whereupon Lady looked up at Atticus with wide pink eyes and asked, "Dream machine maybe?"
From where they stood, all three looked through the large window of Belle Starr's stasis pod at the small Dream Machine tiara with the steady blinking red light still resting across her pale forehead.
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Commander Sandy Bell-Uljanov sat in the Command Chair of Fortress K'shaa again which was only right since it was her shift. She looked at the command center's crew all working efficiently and effectively at their jobs so that she had little to do but wait and see what the Volge camped just outside would do next. She had ordered two scouts - Attila Constantine and the Synth Sister Brooke - to watch them and to hopefully decipher their intent when a message from Attila seemed to do just that.
Attila sent Sandy an EGO message saying, "Sandy...something odd just happened. Some hellbugs attacked us and we were forced to give away our position to defend ourselves. I know that part isn't odd, but what is, is that two Volge troopers and a Viscera came to our aid. Then once the bugs were dealt with, the Viscera sent the troopers back to the others, then he seemed to give me the Irathient hand-greeting. After I held up my hands to return the greeting of peace, he nodded and returned to his position in the Volge ranks! We will continue to watch them, but I figured you better know about this odd behavior."
Sandy answered back via her EGO before relaying their conversation to both Atticus and her husband, "Okay, stay put observing the Volge from your present position for now with hourly reports unless there is a significant change in their status before then! Good work you two!"
Attila relayed Sandy's orders and compliment to the EGO-less Brooke who sat relaxed atop a boulder watching the Volge then looking down at him she smiled demurely as her feline ears and tail twitched in amusement while commenting, "Well, isn't that just purrrrfect!"
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In holo-suite #3, Lena Marr frowned as her EGO psyche Hope was obviously thrilled with Kabule's present of the motorcycle jacket. Hope immediately put the leather jacket on then embraced him and kissed him passionately throwing one foot backwards in true romantic style. "Bet it's pleather," Muttered Lena, then watched Lust hug Kakusi whispering something into his ear and with a big grin on her pretty face take his large hand in both of hers and drag him into the Hall of Mirrors.
"Yeah, they were going to be great chaperones," Lena muttered under her breath with a look of disdain on her pretty face then ambled over to Pride and Wrath who were standing apart from the others.
"Listen you two," Lena whispered handing each of them one of her twin Bowie knives, "Keep an eye on Hope and Kafool. Remember you're corporeal here and any harm done here goes back to the virtual world. That goes for him too so if he harm's Hope in any way, you shiv the hell out of his ass."
Wrath's blue eyes grew large as she shook her red tousled head in angry confusion stating, "I don't think you can do 'The Shiv' to a guy Lena, only a girl."
A big grin grew on Pride's pretty face as she remarked, "I'll be glad to give Hope 'The Shiv' if that's what you want Lena. I know I'd enjoy it!"
Lena rolled her long lashed sky blue eyes before rebuking the two with a scowl, "When I say shiv his ass, I'm not talking about the sexual act you idiots, I'm saying stabee-stabbee! Stabbee-stabbee him until he's dead as a door nail - but only if her hurts her," The Lena added a caveat, "And it's not consensual!"
"Physical or mental hurt?" Asked Pride testing the heft of the knife.
This time it was Lena's turn to be confused as she exclaimed in exasperation, "Shatko, you're all mental projections of a disturbed consciousness sooooo... isn't every harm done here mental? Don't go all existentialist on me, just use your discretion and protect our little sister, ya hear! And hide those knives - jeez, do I have to think of everything?"
"Yes ma'm," Answered Pride and Wrath in unison confusing Lena even more as she wasn't sure which question they were answering.
Lena frowned as she shook her head turning on her heel and exiting the holo-suite saying over her shoulder as she left, "I need some fresh air. This place really does stink."
In the hallway to the holo-suites, Lena lit up a very real cigarette from a pack she had palmed from her lover's tobacco cache in the Diabolical Duo's Hideout. She knew that Marcel Lestrange would just give her a pack if she asked for it but it was more fun for Lena to "steal" it without his knowing. She knew the theft was perverse but Lena was known for both her perversity and for being a pervert. As she smoked her cigarette she checked for Marcel's location but couldn't find him although that fact didn't alarm her for they often operated separately.
Still when Marcel wasn't by Lena's side she missed him and when she missed him she got bored and when she got bored she inevitably would get into mischief. So Lena's next actions were no big surprise to anyone who knew her after all was said and done. Lena paced down the holo-suite hall puffing away as she noticed that only one other holo-suite was being used: Holo-suite #7. Casually she inquired from the door-pad who were the occupants and a wicked grin crossed her face as she saw two of the names on the list. Humming a happy tune Lena quickly hacked into the door-pad and unlocked the door to the holo-suite. Lena then tossed down the cigarette crushing it underfoot before entering holo-suite #7.
When Lena entered she saw Volodja Uljanov and his Aunt Agatha quietly talking at a table just outside a Parisian dressmaker's whereupon she exclaimed, "Just the two people I was looking for! We got a party going on in holo-suite #3 and I just bet Lady Tupper-Ware would love it! Wolfram set the holo-suite to be in Vienna in one of the oldest amusement parks in the world - not that I've ever been to either or even know if they still exist after the Pale Wars but no matter. Think of it, old Vienna in somewhere Europe! I bet Lady Tupper-Ware has been there and would enjoy going back - or at least critiquing Wolfram his re-creation of the city."
"Well, I'll leave you to your whatever," Lena said with a wicked grin before going back to holo-suite #3 but shouting before she left to Aunt Agatha, "If you do go, be sure and check out the Hall of Mirrors! I'm sooooo sure it will surprise you!"
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on May 30, 2018 5:27:57 GMT
"Observing nature?" asked Marcel Lestrange in casual manner, suddenly appearing behind Brooke and Attila. "Just like I do during my morning health walk. Man has to stay in shape and size."
And Marcel stretched himself like a panther first and then, putting hands behind the back of his head, added couple of hip circles to the routine. So did his shadow, creating a Hitchcock like contour to the ground, except it wasn't plumpy but well shaped. Especially well shaped was it's sizeable groin area under the slim waistline and triangle shaped upper body.
"Why should I talk to a man who not very long ago cold bloodedly tortured and murdered a man and then fed him to Hellbugs?" asked Brooke when the "Marcel Lestrange Presents" routine ended.
"Nature is beautiful, n'est-ce pas?" Marcel replied with a question. "Crawl of a skitterling in the morning. Couple of Volges here and there and couple of volgeologists to observe them. That Inquisitor did not fit into this picture with his corrupted mind and really bad intentions. Yes, the magnificence of the nature! Infected are on their morning wandering round and so was that Inquisitor, who did not hesitate to express his inner feelings and urges and intentions about those two young Castithans when he thought that he was alone. And those were not nice ones. He wanted to harm them for abandoning their post. Should I just wait and let that happen? I do not think so. If you do not believe me, then at least you should believe Moira who often disagrees with me so she can provide you with an independent evaluation of the situation."
"As much as I don't like to admit that, then Marcel tells the truth this time. I could say lot of things about him and his habits and questionable working methods but I assure that no innocents were harmed during his contracts with the Protectors. That's not his style. That Inquisitor had it coming because he belonged to the Micor Newlo's school of thought and deed."
"Have you anything constructive to say in addition to your bragging how just you are?" asked Brooke. "We are on duty here, so perhaps you should leave and do whatever your kind is doing!"
"Perhaps I should be as rude as you and start a day with an insult?" Once again Marcel replied with the question. "Like asking: "What is new, pussycat, whoa a oh?" But I am a peaceful man and do not do such things as starting encounters with insults. By the way - how is our little Count is doing? I bet he is doing...With all that feminine beauty swarming around his charming personality after the feline beauty abandoned him he should feel...How should an abandoned Count feel? Since he is probably a typical insensitive male, he should feel purrrrfectly fine because he should become stronger if he does not get killed. In case he is not a typical insensitive male then he gets emotionally killed without a chance to become stronger. Right?"
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 30, 2018 6:35:15 GMT
"I will go alone!" announced Aunt Agatha decisively. "Lena's invitation was primarily meant for ME! Most of the time she was referring to the Lady Tupper-Ware, not Volodja Uljanov. You helped me pick a costume and I have no further use for you, so you may go and proceed to do whatever you do."
"Der Mohr hat seine Schuldigkeit getan, der Mohr kann gehen,"commented Volodja ""The Moor has done his duty. The Moor can go". Friedrich Schiller. "Die Verschwörung des Fiesco zu Genua" Akt III Szene 4. ("Fiesco's Conspiracy at Genoa," Act II Scene 4). I knwo how it goes. She sends me away, then she will find something there not for her liking and then she accuses me of deliberately abandoning her in the moment of trouble. That's the order of things. She needs someone to blame and I am the natural choice."
"What are you muttering, Volodja?" asked Aunt Agatha. "You were allowed to go about a minute ago already. I need to discuss some matters with the psychiatrist of this base of yours and your presence there is not necessary. I don't need a walking and talking Bradshaw or Baedeker with me to spoil the mood with lecturing! Especially when Lena promised me a surprise so the best thing you can do is to leave before I tell you to sod off, Caliban!"
"I hear and obey!" replied Volodja purposely like a genie. "Your wish is my command."
After their ways parted, we decided to follow the path of the Aunt Agatha, staying close to her but not too close. She entered the holo room #3 and floated through it like a dreadnought on the Royal Navy sea parade.
"First the pleasure, then the business," she said to herself. "I need some invigorating after all those dazes I experienced during only few ours I have been here."
She pulled the door of the Mirror House open and went inside, closing the door...
Silence.
Slight tremble of mirrors inside and walls outside.
The door flings open and everyone outside can hear the loud scream, followed by Sigmund's delighted remark: "Ain't Lena something?".
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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on May 30, 2018 8:54:25 GMT
"She is in every sense," admitted Wolfram von Eschen, trying to peek into the dim lit Hall of Mirrors. "Especially from the psychoanalysis's point of view!" exclaimed Sigmund. "All those urges and their manifestations!" He couldn't continue because Aunt Agtatha appeared to the doorway like a wasp hand behind her back. "Anything wrong, Lady Tupper-Ware?" Lena asked sweetly. "Everything went wrong" declared Aunt Agatha. "I demand to see the man, responsible for this so called "amusement park!"" "Here I am, Lady Tupper-Ware," said Wolfram von Eschen. "How may I help you?" "You can help me by answering few questions! I saw a couple there doing...something but this, I admit, may be accidental and out from your responsibility because we all have been young and reckless and break the general rules of behaviour in the amusement park. But then I also happened to see a midget who was peeping them and he dared to pinch me where nobody else have dared when I made a remark to him!" And her hand came out behind her back, clutching a caught midget by his shirt collar. "He had an arrogance to tell me that he is working here and his misconduct is your responsibility!" "Must be one of the Singer's Midgets from the Lilliputstadt," said wolfram worryingly. "I heard that Judy Garland had similar problems with them during the making of the "Wizard of Oz" after Leo Singer moved them to America." "I'll fly this little lech into the United States by myself," promised Aunt Agatha, lifted the midget up and after swirling him couple of times, tossed him into the nearest bush, raising the protest screams of fellow midgets nearby who had their picnic while they were off duty. "They hurted one of us!" shouted on of them angrily. "We don't leave it like that. Revenge!" seconded another one. "Let's get them!" yelled third one and then all available midgets begun their storm towards Protector's, their house guests and their EGO-s.  |
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