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 Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 1:48 am
Laura read the file while she climbed into the cab and buckled up. It was unsettling. "And here I was, focusing on the squonks. You're probably right, they never start anything except for crying matches, and then the drunk cactus cats join in."
The agent paused to pinch the bridge of her nose in thought. After a moment,, she spoke to no one in particular. "I can't think of any 'fearsome critters' like squonks who are known to kidnap. Places with squonks, those aren't generally animal-monster haunts, they're usually people-monster haunts. Bogeymen and Wendigos and so forth. Makes me glad I've got my gun."
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 7:04 pm
"What about Demons?" Zigfreid said suddenly "I heard they could do some damage...I've heard about legends were nasty Demons would take innocent people and use thier souls to make them stronger." he was sketching in his notebook as he said this. His concentration mainly drawn to his illustration. "Balthazmut..Belile...Zahnki......I hear thier names be told in a book I read when I was little..it scared me."
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 11:07 pm
Laura hunched her shoulders and let a shudder slide down her spine. "Ugh. We avoid saying the names when possible. It's just bad luck, you know? And I find it hard to believe that the 'main players' like the guys you named are in on this. The books say they spend most of their time underground. Not that it's my area... probably yours, anyway- you've been to the Vatican.
"Although, now that you've brought it up, your theory is a definite possibility in my mind."
Laura was not a Christian. Nor was she Jewish, a Muslim, or even a pagan- although she'd read the King James Bible and good chunks of Al-Qu'ran as well as miscellaneous texts with regards to other religions. Laura had a reasonable understanding of Demons- who they were, what they did, and she knew how to perform an exorcism, and how to fight off a demon, but in no way shape or form did she have the faith required to do so. Without that, it was just a bunch of empty "our father"'s.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 7:29 pm
Izzy nodded slightly "It's a definite possibility!" he thought back to the last time he encountered an entity that made his skin crawl. "Belemine.." he shuddered.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 11:17 am
In the frigid air of the night, snow glittered mystically on the rooftops. All those out were scurrying to their homes, eager to escape the icy atmosphere. No one would be out on the cold streets of Quebec tonight.
No one, but her.
A fur trimmed coat and cap warded away the creeping chill as she stepped harshly out into the dark streets. Although there was no one there, there was a definite whisper, that suggested the unholy prescence plaguing the dreams of the people that night. Her boots made a resounding click in each step as she followed the frantic whispers, fiery eyes flashing under thin shades. Finally, as if they detected her attention, the whispers simply stopped. In reaction, she to stopped, and found herself before a grand cathedral. She tightened her grip on her sheated rapier. Any moment....
Now.
With inhuman speed she slashed at the creeping red glow from below her feet. An echoing shriek resounded from the poltergeist as he faded into nothing. Moaning, groaning, and wailing his comrades rose up from the ground, glowing in iridescent red lights, faces pulled taunt and dramatic in their ectoplasm. She swirled her rapier in one hand, evaluating her foes. Suddenly they charged, as she leaped up high, and cried out;
"Impaler's Trap!"
With a slash of the sword, a radiant beam of light shot out, running wildly around the spirits. Confused and bewildered, they swirled above as they attempted to escape. A harsh zap disintegrated one as it fell into shrieks and wails before disappearing. An electric triangle had imprisoned the ghosts. Landing cat-like on both feet, she quickly charged through the trap, unharmed.
"Impaler's Revenge!"
A great flurry of rapiers bursted from the original, stabbing and slashing away at the howling, imprisoned ghosts. As the trap deactivated, they all faded away with lingering cries, until the ground left nothing more than the footsteps she had crossed. All was quiet in Quebec once more. With a final spin, she sheated the sword in its scabbard. No spirit would come to harm to the city, not beast shall defoul the purity that laid here. Not as long as she lived...
Jhovanna...the Impaler Princess....
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 11:40 am
(I'm gonna be gone for a few days. I was hoping to slide a post in before I had to leave, but Mo J hasn't said anything for a while and I was waiting to give him a turn. See you in a few!)
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 3:27 pm
Danah-Hime In the frigid air of the night, snow glittered mystically on the rooftops. All those out were scurrying to their homes, eager to escape the icy atmosphere. No one would be out on the cold streets of Quebec tonight.
No one, but her.
A fur trimmed coat and cap warded away the creeping chill as she stepped harshly out into the dark streets. Although there was no one there, there was a definite whisper, that suggested the unholy prescence plaguing the dreams of the people that night. Her boots made a resounding click in each step as she followed the frantic whispers, fiery eyes flashing under thin shades. Finally, as if they detected her attention, the whispers simply stopped. In reaction, she to stopped, and found herself before a grand cathedral. She tightened her grip on her sheated rapier. Any moment....
Now.
With inhuman speed she slashed at the creeping red glow from below her feet. An echoing shriek resounded from the poltergeist as he faded into nothing. Moaning, groaning, and wailing his comrades rose up from the ground, glowing in iridescent red lights, faces pulled taunt and dramatic in their ectoplasm. She swirled her rapier in one hand, evaluating her foes. Suddenly they charged, as she leaped up high, and cried out;
"Impaler's Trap!"
With a slash of the sword, a radiant beam of light shot out, running wildly around the spirits. Confused and bewildered, they swirled above as they attempted to escape. A harsh zap disintegrated one as it fell into shrieks and wails before disappearing. An electric triangle had imprisoned the ghosts. Landing cat-like on both feet, she quickly charged through the trap, unharmed.
"Impaler's Revenge!"
A great flurry of rapiers bursted from the original, stabbing and slashing away at the howling, imprisoned ghosts. As the trap deactivated, they all faded away with lingering cries, until the ground left nothing more than the footsteps she had crossed. All was quiet in Quebec once more. With a final spin, she sheated the sword in its scabbard. No spirit would come to harm to the city, not beast shall defoul the purity that laid here. Not as long as she lived...
Jhovanna...the Impaler Princess.... (Magnificient post Dana-Hime!!!!^^) (@TM: Ok's I'll ttyl then^^)
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 3:52 pm
Why thank you! I made it myself! heart
I'm posting again so I can get into the spirit!
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The state of the cathedral the next morning couldn't have been better. Jo sat sipping coffee on the steps, reading leisurely as usual on a Saturday morning. It had become a ritual; Every morning after her exercise and run around the city, she'd buy a coffee, pull out her book and simply relax. Ever since the exodus from Translyvania, Canada was not as different. Quebec was a marvel, the only city enclosed with great stone walls, with massive cathedrals built from fleeing Christians, eager to take advantage of the New World. Now a bustling metropolis, people went merrily about their business, even as the nipping cold bit at their exposed faces. It was magical for Jo.
Especially after that tragedy....
Jo shook her head in respite. Now was not the time to linger on that heavy subject. It already bore heavily on her back, and she could feel it, pulsing through the tattoo there. It had been proudly inscribed by her uncle after her "incident" as a mark of greatness. He had polished his skills as an artist, and he seemed out of place in the family of defenders. It gave Jo great joy to see him become a useful part of the family. But all the same, their wrongful deaths seemed to literally weigh her down, like chains on a struggling prisoner.
She felt her pager buzz. She ignored it for the time. This was her favorite time of the week and she was not about to ruin her weekly ritual, whatever reason may be. Just one more chapter and she'd answer, maybe. A final sip at the smoking cup polished off cleanly, and she finally snapped her book shut. Ah, to be a Canadian. She flipped out the pager.
She had been quick to make contacts all over the city for work, work meaning spiritual activity. It had always been a proud forte of hers and she exercised it greatly. Codenames were passed around, knowing that exchanging real names was hazardous if a traitor was in their midst. So who was it now? Whammy? Gamebrain? Digger?
It was unknown.
It had a long distance number, which irritated Jo. She didn't get very good long distance. They had left a message on the answering machine but she had a good idea where it may have come from. The USA, probably one of the northern states. She switched to her phone and pressed, "Play message." She held up to her ear where a stern voice streamed out.
"This is Tom Manning from the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense..."
And I'm gonna kill you by letting it be a cliffhanger. Have others post too!
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 3:53 pm
(So sorry guys, its been a hectic couple of days for me including some out of town time. I'm back and will be posting every day again. I'll let you guys know ahead of time when I take off again next time. In the mean time I'll have my latest post up tonight my time, pacific standard, or tomorrow morning at the very latest. Sorry again.)
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 9:02 am
"Glad to hear you brought your gun, L." he said with playful, almost mocking tone in his voice. "Bullets tend to help from time to time. And I think we can most definitely assume we will be dealing with more than a bunch of cry babies. Let's quit kicking the tires and kick this pig! I'm dying to find out what we got waitin' for us." And with that, Mo revved the engine, threw it in gear, and the truck jumped forward and out of the hangar onto the open road.
"So the radio isn't the greatest, but it does work. Pleanty of Johnny Cash has played through these old speakers over the years....what's your pick Agent O'Doughertai? The glove box is full of tapes, take your pick. Oh, and if you find an old sandwich in there, pass it here. I think it's egg salad, and I haven't had breakfast yet."
He turned his head to face Izzy, "Sorry Chief, ladies always get first pick on the muzak. But help yourself to any of that there sandwich."
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 2:34 pm
Izzy felt his skin crawl when he heard about the sandwich "No thanks^^" he said.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 4:07 pm
The agent suppressed a smile as the truck shot out onto the road.
Laura passed the sandwich (she didn't eat anything with egg in it unless she herself had made it and even then she was picky), then paused to think about the music. After a moment, she made her choice. "Elvis," she said definitively, and started digging around for the tape. She couldn't find one, so accepted Johnny Cash.
Older rock was not Laura's thing. She liked newer Rock (as awful and despicable as most of it was) and classical songs from back when composers had just invented counterpoint. Sometimes she listened to heavy metal or Reggae. The one thing she listened to outside of these categories was The King himself.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 4:53 pm
Izzy cackled then returned his attention to his beloved sketchbook.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 8:48 pm
Laura rolled her eyes, and pulled her camera out of her bag to go through her older pictures that had yet to be printed out. A manticore (her shoulder itched briefly where she'd been stung by one of its quills- but only barely), an ahuitzotl (in the picture it was holding a spear in it's fifth hand) and a female peregrine falcon manning a nest. Not mythical, but interesting.
"Izzy, can you draw mythical things? Or stuff you made up?"
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