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The return of the Guyver
Posted: 05 Jan 2005 05:22 AM |
(( There may be some confusing things in here for some readers, please read "The Guyver Knight" in the Character Backrounds for a little background if you are confused or care ))
Johe said goodbye to Balthor and walked back to his room in the basement of Doc McGillicutty's with slow deliberate footsteps. He unlocked the door and looked up at his reflection in the dirty mirror.
"wut's tha matter with you?", he said with a raspy voice that exceeded his years,
"Pull yerself tagether damit! yer a guyver squire by tha gods!" he backed away from the mirror, a little spooked by how angry he looked.He turned away from the angry reflection and sat on the edge of his bed to think. He touched his chest then shook his head at himself angrily,
"yer ribs are fine ya bluddy baby, and ya got werk ta do!"
"but it still hurts" he answered himself with a pained expression on his childlike face.
He sat there for a while rubbing his sternum like it was a magic lamp that would spring forth a genie that would answer every question he'd ever had about life, about love.
Little halfling tears fell and soaked into the rough wooden floor of room #2 of Doc McGillicutty's as a voice that belonged to an old paladin friend admonished the sad guyver.
"You say you love her, and that you want nothing for her but happiness, and yet your actions make you a liar. Your actions tell the truth Johe, you want her to be yours, if you wanted her to be happy you would just leave her alone, and see if she came to you, but, we have been through far too much and seen far too many truths to expect such miracles now haven't we."
Johe didn't look up, he knew that voice, and he knew far too well where it came from to be suprised. Instead he looked at the tears soaking into the wooden floor and uttered,
"Yeah"
The elderly sage voice continued,
" and it's because you know the truth that you won't let go "
"yeah", Johe replied again.
"and meanwhile evil multiplies in the land at an alarming rate while you play the spoiled child."
Johe nodded sadly, "yeah"
"What are you?", the old gruff voice demanded
"a guyver", replied Johe with a sigh
"not a poet? or a philanderer?", the old voice chidingly persued.
"no sir ,mister Rafferty, sir, I'm a guyver"
"and what are you here to do?", demanded the voice of a paladin long gone.
"win", said Johe as the lamplight sparkled in his eyes.
"I'm sorry mister guyver but I didn't hear you, did you say win?"
"YES", said the guyver, "We don' get to kiss the girls on Tuesdays until we win!"
"Then I suggest you start acting like it!", instructed the old hollow voice," say your goodbyes, and don't pretend you don't know what I mean...guyver."
Johe reached under his pillow and pulled out a piece of parchment, he looked at it a moment and remembered her sleeping in the common room with his blanket covering her, and him sitting there in the cold basement with quill and ink looking at her and writing...
"I woke up to look at her again
in this one moment
it’s all gone for her
the way she wants it to be
the way I need her to be
I’m handing her a bandage
after the wound’s already scabbed
And she smiles and smiles that smile
that rips me in half
Those eyes of deepest soul rending
watch
as I swing for what they’ve done to her
I’m running in a race to be the first to hit second place
I'd hold her but it would never be close enough
I can’t hold her in
or keep it out
too late the hero
when there’s so much doubt
the best intentions flail weakly
at bricks of fear
I never laid
innocent, worthless
I cover her and curse the cold as
she stirs and looks at me
In her eyes I see
A look of solace on my face
In knowing nice guys don’t finish last
They’re always first to hit second place"
He took the parchment, and a silver dagger mister Tolith had made for him, and walked to the door. With one swift movement he stabbed the parchment to the door with such force that the dagger went right through the wood.
"Well there goes me deposit", he chuckled.
He turned away from the door wiping at his eyes.
"Well back ta guyverin'?" he said as he took off his tunic and put on his armor.
He stood and looked at himself in the mirror and thought a moment.
"Nah Eliana's got that covered for a while, let's go win"
He turned and walked through the door slamming it behind him, the parchment waving goodbye on the other side of the door as he left. |
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Re: The return of the Guyver
Posted: 05 Jan 2005 05:45 AM |
| The Guyver Knight |
Purpose in life: finding better ways of allowing players to kill themselves. Repeatedly.
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"...Cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good."
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<@James42> Lawful good isn't in your vocabulary, it's on your menu.
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Re: The return of the Guyver
Posted: 05 Jan 2005 08:23 AM |
| (( Great stuff, poor Johe *sniffle* )) |
"Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;"
T.S. Eliot |
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Re: The return of the Guyver
Posted: 05 Jan 2005 09:00 AM |
| Oh my....... brilliant stuff |
Elvalia - Chosen of Aros
Elrith Mellin
Perin - 'Cleric (an' drewid) o' Elbreff' Weddin's an' pies a speciarality
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Re: The return of the Guyver
Posted: 05 Jan 2005 09:14 AM |
(( This is just so... so...
I think I'm going to go curl up and weep now. But so gorgeous.)) |
Consequences
Unsent
It's hard to say it, time to say it...
Goodbye, goodbye |
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Re: The return of the Guyver
Posted: 05 Jan 2005 09:25 AM |
((Since the acolades are flowing on the public forum, I figured I'd add my own thoughts.
How Quixotic. I'm very impressed and pleased.))
((Maybe I'll go join Aranel in the corner)) |
My name is Byron Lorian....I am the Last Son |
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Re: The return of the Guyver
Posted: 05 Jan 2005 10:04 AM |
| Nice Johe! Well done! |
ONWARD AND UPWARD! |
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Re: The return of the Guyver
Posted: 05 Jan 2005 08:50 PM |
| ((wow...wonderful, Johe! )) |
Trishy
Macha Sparrowsong - Song is my life
Coretta Alandar - Cleric of Midoran
Dekla Debena - whatever
Not all people who wander are lost.
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Re: The return of the Guyver
Posted: 06 Jan 2005 05:06 PM |
| ((Good stuff. Now I'll be depressed for the rest of the day. Macha doesn't know what she is missing)) |
-Melina Danicelven-Songsinger, Fighter-Druid
Life is pain, you just get used to it.
-Aimee Victory, Rogue
Be excellent to each other.
-Iris Tammarack, Ranger
I'd have been here sooner, but I was busy coming up with that ham on rye line. |
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Goodbye and hello
Posted: 04 Feb 2005 01:11 PM |
He looked around the room with a wistful smile. Everything was packed and ready to move to the guyver store. The builders had really done a fantastic job. He shook his head, grinning , still in disbelief at how well the guyver store had turned out.
There were a lot of memories in this room. He had lost himself and found himself here time and again. There was a part of him that almost wanted to keep renting this room so that the secrets the walls had seen would remain. He shook his head at this idea. The future lay ahead. The plan was unfolding. Soon it would be time to move against the Masks, and then beyond, and then there was his little secret. He grinned to himself as a memory made him blush. Reaching for the bulging packs, he hefted them with a small grunt and walked towards the door. The door.
It hung there like a taunting ghost.
He put down the packs and touched the parchment gingerly. The old man had told him to move on, but the evidence that he never had was stuck to the door with the same force as his feelings for her constricted his chest, even now. He had been honest with his little secret, he had told her that he would always love Macha, but this didn't make it right, this didn't make it fair. He looked over to the bed where he had sat and cried so many tears. An unexpected wry smile tugging at his lips as he wondered how the floor boards hadn't warped from the torrent of sadness they had had to endure. In his minds eye he saw his little secret sitting there crying the same tears of bitterness and frustration, because of him, because...his eyes wandered slowly to the parchment...because of that.
He reached up and pried the dagger from the door, wiggling it back and forth like a child who can't stop wiggling that aching tooth. The dagger came free taking the parchment with it. With extreme care, he pulled the parchment from the dagger, and folded it twice.
Putting it in his belt, he took that walk he had taken so many times before, but a little slower this time.The last time.
Stopping at the creek he picked up a few smooth rocks, and walked up the hill with a slow, almost reverent gait. Refusing to look at the monstrous tree he despised, he walked towards the small tree stump. A suprised, sad smile crossed his face as he noticed a short twig growing out of the base with one small, hopeful leaf reaching for the sun. As his cheeks rose in that smile it forced a single tear out of his welling eyes.
He placed the parchment on the stump, and covered it carefully with the stones.
He stood there a moment, and then turned to do, what a guyver has to do.
Guyver a better future. |
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Re: The return of the Guyver
Posted: 04 Feb 2005 02:02 PM |
| (( *Sniffles happily/sadly* Who says good guys have to settle for second place?)) |
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The shadow visitor
Posted: 14 Feb 2005 04:35 PM |
Content warning edited in by Barnas: Some people might find this post a little disturbing. Fair warning.
She dropped the quill and closed her eyes.
The ink drying on the parchment of her journal told the story of her day. She had been an assistant at the Seven Sisters for nigh on six months now, and had stumbled onto something that could finally allow her to return to the college and earn the knowledge she needed. The page read…
Entry 512
It has been a most fortuitous day my dearest diary. Today an extraordinary young halfling was brought in with serious puncture wounds and a high fever from poisoning. He was recognized by Sister Hendur as one Johe Jaxon. The antidote and a liberal amount of pain medication was administered and I was assigned to watch the small man.
As the medication took effect, he began to toss and turn, mumbling in his deranged sleep. I applied a cold compress, and he calmed slightly and began to tell me the most bizarre things. It seems mister Jaxon is one of those guyvers I have heard tell of at the Broken Mask. He spoke of his love for two women, and how he had heard rumors that another from the past had apparently resurfaced, the poor fellow went on at length about how he was in an impossible position, not wanting to hurt any of them, but seeing no other alternative.
Then he spoke of a daring plan to rob the Midor Museum involving trickery I found hard to imagine. He spoke of a woman with a staff that could change Midor if he could find the stone that belonged in the head of that staff. He spoke of a secret Dig under the museum, and lofty plans of laying the current leadership of the city low with what he could find within. He spoke of the betrayal of a near and trusted friend who had told the wrong people information they should not have been privy to, thus quelching many weeks of work on the daring plan.
He spoke of lies and deceit, lying to the Night Masks that he would cease hostility’s against them if they would not blow the whistle on the museum job.
His mind then wandered to a new even more wild plan that might achieve the same goal. All in all the young halflings plans and organization was laid bare before me like a treasure trove of secrets. It has to be a sign from the gods, this information could bring in enough money to pay for the furthered tuition I have been lacking to move forward in my loved career. My dearest diary, as heinous as it might seem, would it not be worth the loss of one small mans dreams for me to be put in a position where I could help so many? Indeed I think it is, and so with my short hand notes with the names and locations pertaining to this chance meeting marking this page, I will let you go dear diary of mine. Tomorrow I seek Candy, she knows a Night Mask who would be most generous in return for this information.
…
She dropped the quill and closed her eyes. The slit in her throat like a second mouth speaking in bubbles of blood. A small black gloved hand reached for the page tearing it out slowly and taking the short hand notes.
Black eyes looked around the room with a determined gleam.
“Sorry miss, wus eether you or tha plan”
Black boots stepped over the quill less hand and stepped into shadow. If anyone had been there, they may have heard a choked sigh, but then again… |
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Re: The return of the Guyver
Posted: 14 Feb 2005 04:44 PM |
He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
-Friedrick Nietchize, Beyond Good and Evil |
My name is Byron Lorian....I am the Last Son |
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Re: The return of the Guyver
Posted: 15 Feb 2005 06:47 PM |
"Hear no evil, speak no evil - and you'll never be invited to a party"
Oscar Wilde
~~Evil chuckle~~ |
ONWARD AND UPWARD! |
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Re: The return of the Guyver
Posted: 16 Feb 2005 12:45 AM |
"It wusn' me"
Eddie Murphy
;) |
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Re: The return of the Guyver
Posted: 16 Feb 2005 11:08 AM |
| ((Great reading. Not so sure about the quotathon though!!! *grins* |
Never argue with an idiot.
They drag you down to their level
and then beat you with experience.
Akril
Quinellieth. 20th Circle of the Order of the Ring |
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Re: The return of the Guyver
Posted: 17 Feb 2005 12:15 PM |
| Great read! I'm new here and havn't read the background, but just this thread was very interesting and quite captivating. I'm a little confused on the whole situation, but assume most of that will become clear upon reading the history. Thanks for writing. |
-Gnimini // gnomish wizard facinated with tailoring
-Mirg // young human ranger
-Dredger Hack'nchant // dwarven spellsword
-Hallelujah // gnomish singer and songwriter
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"i just can't wait till this squirrel mating season is over, those bug |
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Of dancing snakes
Posted: 02 Mar 2005 12:36 AM |
Sir Johe Jaxon, mighty knight of the shire, looked around warily as the soldiers closed in, all wearing spiked armor and carrying deadly weapons oozing with black icor. He gripped his trusty weapon with both hands, an intense look of contempt gleaming in his determined black eyes. The evil soldiers surrounded him with sneering looks as a demented laugh rang out behind them, the laugh of his arch nemesis. The anger in his mind caused his knuckles to whiten as he gripped his trusty weapon tighter.
"c'mon then" said the knight, a confidant smirk on his face.
And come they did, diving at the champion of goodness with evil fervor. Sir Johe deftly dodged the first attack banging the attacker in the back of the skull with a mailed fist. As the rest of the horde closed in to grab him he let out a mighty roar and swung his weapon in a wide arc cleaving evil limb after evil limb, until not a single soldier stood. The sickening laughter had stopped as quickly as it had begun. The paladin of purity looked around for his sworn enemy, and saw him fleeing up a nearby tree, more than likely to rain down death magics upon our hero.
"Oh no you don't!", shouted the defender of the shire, quickly removing his armor so as to persue more expeditiously. Gripping his trusty weapon in his teeth he grunted with meniacle determination as he scaled the great tree with impossible speed.
Nearing the top of the tree he saw the evil one cowering at the end of a branch, a hopeless look on his ugly, fanged face.
Sir Johe stepped onto the limb , holding his weapon before him.
"So Zarkalboogie, ya met yer mach!"
A woman screamed from below, obviously calling for the evil ones head...or was she?
"Jahosophat Benttoe Jaxon!!! Git yer bluddy bottom down frum that tree afore ya break yer bluddy neck rite NOW!!!"
Li'l Johe, (as his friends called him), looked down at the beet red , round face of his mother dejectedly, in his underwear , the hickory stick in his hand slumping in defeat.
"Aaaaaw mummy it's not that far up"
"NOW mista" , was the response.
Somewhere an evil nasty named Zarkalboogie chortled with glee at his narrow escape, the sounds of those chortles bringing a red tinge to li'l Johes ears. His mother squealed in terror as he jumped down from the tree branch, landing somewhat deftly on the ground.Except for the fact that his nose banged into his knee, it was actually a perfect landing.
The rotund red faced lady pulled a kerchief from her bosum shaking her head as she dabbed the kerchief to the young boys gushing nose.
I swear cyfi, wunna thees days yer gonna kill yerself if'n ya don' lern a little fear! Eether that or yer gonna kill me! Yasee these grey 'airs? they all gots YER name on 'em!!"
Black eyes looked up at her confused from under a shock of wild black hair.
"gotta be a reely small quil ta rite on them mummy"
Sighing deeply the lady put an arm around her son and waddled to the mound to wash his face.
" An' no more lissenin to them crazy bard stories!"
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Johe stirred from his slumber looking around the room blearily. The small form next to him stirred slightly as he sat up and leaned his back against the headboard. He absently reached out a hand to stroke the wisp of hair that peeked out from under the covers with a small, thoughtful smile on his face. The spurts of memories from his former life before coming to Vives had been so rare, he was suprised at this one. Even Rafferty hadn't spoken for a while. Not since... He shook his head putting that night out of his mind. He thought on the memory a moment, letting it flow over his mind like a quenching ale over a parched tongue. He had needed that, the strange illness that he felt was coming had confused him. He had learned that the "achy snake" that lived in his chest was love, an emotion he had not understood until recently. But there was a new snake in his stomach the "Icy snake" that moved much faster and much more painfully. He had taken healing potions, but to no avail.
It had first appeared when he had seen his Claudia surrounded by the undead in the tomb, and he seemed far too far away to help her. He had run so fast to her that his legs had hurt for a few days after, but all he could remember of that moment was the icy cold pain slithering in his gut as he ran to her.
It had returned often after he realised that she had little immunity to traps or poison or disease. Everytime they were out guyvering in dangerous unknown areas it wriggled and squirmed inside him, scales like little blades of ice tearing into his insides.
She stirred slightly and rolled over, her small hands balling the blankets under her little chin. Snuggling closer to him her lips moved as if in an imaginary kiss.
He looked at her stroking her hair again, and wondering what he would ever do if he lost her, and the icy serpent awoke and danced a painful dance with the throbbing snake in his chest. A double helix of pleasure and pain twisting his insides into knots.
"Yes mummy" he whispered, the muscles of his face moving it into a visage it had never known before.
Fear. |
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A treatise on Guyverin'
Posted: 31 Mar 2005 02:10 PM |
*posted on the wall of Johe's Guyver store*
A Treatise on Guyverin’
I wus pokin’ around tha library in Midor and I finded a buncha books wut were “treatise’s” about things. I aint sure wut a treatise is, but well so many people ask about guyverin’ I figgered I’d git this scribe ta rite wun fer me an’ hang it here so ya all knows.
I gess guyverin’ is a treat, so maybe tha’s wut a treatise meens ,(scribes note, I didn’t have the heart to tell the small fellow otherwise), Anyway…we all knows there’s a lotta meenies around Vives, wut with tha neckbiters and tha deemuns, and tha giants and stuff. Tha idea behind guyverin’ is that we wanna git good wepuns an’ stuff fer tha people wut wanna fite tha meenies. If we gits all tha good folks fixed up with good stuff, maybe sumday we c’n beet tha meenies and then we can all retire and have fun!
We gives tha stuff away fer free ta guyver frends. If yer a guyver frend ya brings stuff ya find wut you can’t use but uther people culd use to tha guyver store and we gives that away too. That way tha system takes care of itself, wich is why we don’ need ta sell it. Plees talk ta me or Claudia or Eliana if yer innerested. Also Zigzig sells sum nice stuff wut pays tha rent here. Have fun lookin’ around tha guyver store.
Signed
Johe Jaxon the Guyver. |
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A disturbing memory
Posted: 06 Apr 2005 03:07 PM |
He woke with a start, his bed clothes sticking to him, a drop of sweat stinging his eyes. Reaching over his hand found her, he closed his eyes and sighed. The images of his dream still flashed on his eyelids in pulses that matched the throbbing in his chest.
Another memory of his past, another hole filled in, he wiped at his forehead with a damp forearm and contemplated an old adage grimacing to himself.
“Ignorance is bliss”
He closed his eyes again…
It was a warm day in the Shire. The boys had finally run off the annoying girls with a few accurately thrown mud grenades.
“Gerls is icky!”, Johe yelled after them, paying particular attention to that interesting way Tati Smoothfoot ran, her shiny black hair bobbing behind her. He frowned slightly then turned to the gang of boys behind him.
“Rite!… Paladins an’ Gobberlins?”, he questioned with a grin.
Teams were picked and the melee began. Mud flew, sticks swung, threatening curses were uttered after tertiary glances back to the Shire to make sure mothers weren’t listening. The battle raged deeper into the woods until the Shire was no longer visible. The boys ,lost in their enjoyment of the game, seemed not to notice the sky darkening into a deep red as the sun began to set. Or the strange thud…thud that was slowly growing louder, coming from deeper in the woods.
Johe noticed the “gobberlins” were retreating and regrouping to the small hill that was always favored in this game, and decided to sneak around behind them and ambush them there. He grinned to himself as he darted from tree to tree. Ralphi Thorntoe always headed to the hill.
…thud…thud…thud…
Upon reaching the rear of the hill he armed himself with two fistfuls of mud, putting his hickory stick in his mouth and sneaking up the hill.
…thud…thud…thud…
Peering over the hill he saw the large “thing” with the large basket on it’s back filled with squirming halfling boys. It reached down and easily picked up a gaping Ralphi Thorntoe by the head and tossed him into the basket, the eyeless sockets in its gigantic head flashing with a strange fire.
“Ralphi..”, Johe squeaked.
The lumbering hulk turned slowly, it’s gnarled maw opening to emit a terrifying gurgling sound. Johe froze. The corpse gatherer trudged towards him with a deliberate thud…thud…thud… It reached down to him, it’s enormous hand engulfing him easily and hefting him to the basket. He landed on Ralphi Thorntoe’s back, looking up expecting to see the back of Ralphi’s head, he looked straight into his glazed eyes.
The sound of the collectors footsteps seemed to go on forever. Johe had attempted to escape a few times but was stuffed back in with large rough hands. After what seemed an eternity the trees gave way to a starry sky. And ,then an elderly, angry voice, and the sound of a horse neighing.
“Foul denizen! Thou shalt release your ill gotten souls”
The basket lurched as the collector reached up with its fists and then pounded the ground with them. Johe was thrown from the basket, he landed on the ground in a heap. The ground beneath the collectors fists cracked and shook, a stinking steam spraying forth. Johe looked up to see an elderly man in shiny metal armor swinging a flaming sword at the mist as the collector made it’s escape with that deliberate thud…thud…thud…
He looked down at Claudia’s sleeping form thoughtfully. They had been in the crypts a few days before and had been attacked by ghosts of children, he could have sworn he recognized one of them.
He reached out a hand to stroke Claudia’s hair.
“We’ll git ya outta there Ralphi…I promise sumhow we will” |
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Elle Placebo
Posted: 07 Apr 2005 01:03 PM |
He sat on the rock looking into the rippling water of the river. The dark rings under his eyes becoming darker as the sky grew brighter. He slowly nodded off only to jerk awake again, his hand reaching out for her, but she wasn’t there. Why would she be? She had seen him kill the guard and she had not understood. He was a guyver, he protected the helpless and detested the strong, it was what he did, what he was. With a deep sigh he closed his eyes and remembered that look on her face when he turned around from the guards body. If she could only have felt the anger at seeing the guard pull the wounded man from the bed, The impotent fury at the helpless looks of the sisters as they relinquished their hospital to the greedy land baron. Now their home was forfeit, and by the looks of things their future as well. He climbed down from the rock and walked to Doc McGillicutty’s, his old home, his refuge. He was surprised to see the door open and a few lamps still lit. He poked his head in and saw the Doc sitting with a dark haired woman at the bar. She looked up and flashed him a smile, the Doc followed her eyes blearily and grinned.
“Johe you old soak! C’mon in! I want you to meet my newest acquisition!”
The dark haired lady squinted at Doc briefly then flashed that smile at Johe again.
“Hello little man,” she worbled in a soothing voice, “Elle Placebo’s the name”
Johe let the words swim around in his foggy mind for a moment then looked to her quizzically. Seeing his confusion, she grinned .
“I’m the new house entertainment,” she leveled her piercing gaze at him seeming to enjoy his squirming discomfort, “and you’re a regular I’ll be seeing I assume?”
“she’s a…?,” Johe looked to McGillicutty incredulously.
“no my dear,” she said the smile on her face shadowed by the smile in her voice, “I’m a singer, and you my dreary looking friend look like you could use a song.”
“well actually,” the guyver hesitated, “I culd use a drink” He looked at McGillicutty a hopeful look stretching his eyebrows towards the ceiling.
“Let me guess,” she chortled sensually, “woman troubles”
“hmmmm?” Johe replied looking surprised, as the large bartender walked behind the bar with a knowing grin and drafted a large mug of ale for the guyver.
“Well, my cute little man,” she replied with a quirky grin, “ I hope you aren’t in the sneaking business, because you stand out like a sore thumb, a brightly glowing man in love.”
Johe blushed taking the mug of ale, and drinking from it deeply.
Elle took a lyre from her belt and began strumming and tuning it, looking at the halfling with sympathy.
“Doc pour our friend another will you? Charge it to my tab.”
Doc did as he was told, the knowing smile plastered on his face like a squirrel stuck to the cart path by an unexpected wagon wheel.
As Johe finished his first ale and proceeded directly to his second, Elle Placebo began picking an almost surreal melody on the lyre that drew his gaze to hers. She looked into his eyes with a look that convinced him she shared his pain as she sang…
“Hey hey
Just one more
And I’ll walk away
All the everything you win
Turns to nothing today
And I forget how to move
When my mouth is this dry
And my eyes are bursting hearts
In a bloodstained sky
Aah it was sweet
It was wild
And
oh how we…
I trembled stuck in honey
Honey
Cling to me
So just one more
Just one more go
Inspire in me
The desire in me
To never go home…”
Doc replaced Johe’s empty flagon with a full one with a sincere smile as Elle continued.
Johe reached for it and drank not taking his eyes from the singer, a look of mild surprise on his face.
“Aaah
Just one more
And I’ll walk away
All the everything you win
Turns to nothing today
Say
Just one more
Just one more go
Inspire in me
The desire in me
To never go home
To never go home”
She played a while longer as Johe finished his ale smiling a sad smile.As she finished with a flourish she looked up at the guyver to see him sleeping on the bar.
“well..” she chuckled “I guess that’s it for tonight Doc.”
“Today you mean.” The old bartender chuckled looking at the sunlight shining in the door.
They retreated to their respective rooms as quietly as they could.
As the last door latch clicked the guyver stirred.
“I want to go home,” he said as he stood up weakly and stumbled to the door.
(( Credits: the lyrics are from my favorite album of all time, The Cure: Disintigration. The idea for being open way past closing came from when I was a Bar manager at a comedy club… bloody comedians ;), and of course the swirling mists of evil we common folk know only as "DM" for starting this whole mess )) |
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A chance meeting
Posted: 28 Apr 2005 01:44 PM |
Johe walked away from the Botanical Gardens, a self satisfied smirk on his face. Guyver luck, he shook his head the grin expanding into a wide smile. That egomaniac Hibbing had arranged it that Johe would never get to tell his side of the story to the queen, but a chance meeting at the new gardens had changed that, AND just for good measure the guyvers had aquired a new friend in Claria. He failed to restrain a slight chuckle as he skittered down the street gleefully. In most circumstances a guyver had little, but luck to rely on, and this was turning out to be no different.
He pushed open the door to the Broken Mask, a thirst knocking on the back of his throat like an angry landlord. He tossed a few gold on the bar and winked at Margaret.
"Slide me a pint plees miss Marge, an' don' fergit ta use me lucky mug"
Margaret responded with a sly grin, "the good ones don't need luck little man." she retorted.
"In my line a werk missy," he hefted the mug to his face, his lips reaching for the brim in anticipation of the foam moustache it promised, " I'd ratha be lucky th'n good."
He winked at her his eyes dancing with mirth as the landlord was washed down the steps in a torrent of gold elixir. |
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Re: A chance meeting
Posted: 28 Apr 2005 02:38 PM |
| ((Always love reading this thread! Fantastic stuff :P)) |
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The luck runs out
Posted: 02 May 2005 01:01 AM |
"If you're a human, think about what it would be like to be under the water and breathing through a thin straw. If you are elven, imagine a world with no trees. Are you an orc perhaps? wut if dere wus no meet only veggitables. Or for you gnomes, try to concieve an alternate reality where every invention, or mathamatical equation has been made and solved. Then and only then might you possibly understand what happens when you put a halfling, a guyver halfling no less, in a small confined space. If it is a place the halfling has not been to before it is actually pleasurable for a few minutes, while the curious eyes scan the surroundings, looking for interesting things that might be useful in any impossible situation that will most probably never happen. That time passes quickly ,however, HEHEhehehehe..."
Johe blinked at those remembered words he had heard when he had snuck into an Ebon Flame stronghold to spy for Rafferty. The experiment they were conducting was a common nightmare that plagued him often. He looked around at his confining surroundings and quickly closed his eyes and tried once more to sleep.
"Claudia, plees", he whispered.
He frowned at himself. She had been missing for quite a while, there was no way that she would know he was absent, not to mention where to begin looking.
"Guyver luck", he snorted derisively, wadding his cape up and stuffing it under his head, trying to calm his breathing. His mind moved a mile a minute trying to figure some way to escape, some kind of plan, some kind of hope. His eyelids blinked at every new idea that was dashed to pieces by the reality of his situation. Then, suddenly his eyes opened and a sly grin spread across his face. He breathed a relieved sigh, and even chuckled softly, despite his predicament. He calmed visibly as he uttered the words that proved he would be fine one way or another...
" I owe mista Jessup munny "
With a contented sigh he drifted off to sleep, and dreamed of impossible guyver missions. |
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Who guyvers the guyver?
Posted: 25 May 2005 12:48 PM |
He looked up in suprise.
"Sumbuddy 'ere?", His dark eyes scanned the room, then gleamed under frowning brows as they wandered to the door that hadn't opened for days. The noise came again and the frown darkened as he realised it was his stomach.
"No second suppa t'day I gess", he said with a sad sigh, as he took inventory of his dwindling supply of food. The strange fellow had set him up in a very nice room, and other than sentencing him to a life of sheer excruciating tedium, had treated him rather well. But it had been a long while since his last visit, and the situation was beginning to look grim. He raised his voice speaking to no one in particular.
"yaknow fella, killin' a guyver by starvin' 'im aint reel nice. 'ow 'bout we cum up with anutha plan?"
The opressive silence was his only response.
"C'mon mista Jessup, if'n ya wants yer munny yer gonna have ta move faster." He looked at the floor frowning," an' bring sum food okie dokie?"
His stomach groaned in emphatic agreement. |
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