Medallions d20 Modern (Update Wednesday 09-20-06)
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Ok man, you are starting to scare me a littleThomas Hobbes said:
The pic is from the movie Formula 51 which is how I've always pictured Willie looking (since we try to put an actor to our cast in the Medallions episodes). It's not a particularly great movie, but there are some good one-liners and action/comedy scenes with my man Sam Jackson. Plus, he had just come off shooting Star Wars EpII, so there is a scene where he improvised some major whoop-*ss with a 3 wood on some guys that was pretty funny.Caliber said:Ok, I have to ask. What movie is that from? I originally assumed it was from Jackie Brown, but having just rented it, I realize I was in error.
I remember hearing about the movie ... but I can't remember what is was! Its killing me! (as is the lack of updates)
The words are OldDrewId's taken quite perceptively from comments about my character's back-history, state of mind, how I play him, etc.
As far as updates... be patient; like I said OldDrewId has been out of pocket for a while and unable to work on it (AFAIK). I don't know when he will catch up (with the holidays and a busy work schedule) but I can tell you it will be worth it when he does... this episode gets pretty nasty, pretty quick. There are some things that Joe does that... well... I just dont know how to phrase without offending Morrus's Grandmother
As you can tell from the results so far OldDrewId is pretty darn obsessive when it comes to only putting out good product; I know of several times when he has completely re-written a particular scene once, or more, to get it to feel like he wants it to. Those of you who don't have him as a GM, weep softly to yourselves, for it is good.
barsoomcore
Unattainable Ideal
*weeps softly to himself, for it would be good.*
Old Drew Id
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Episode II – Session I - Connections
Episode II – Session I - Connections
“Are ya alright, Joe? Just take it easy, man. Just take a deep breath, there ya go,” Willie patted Joe on the back while shaking his head apologetically to Taylor and Kumars. Willie had hoped for something impressive to show off to the newcomers, and Joe looking constipated for a minute before collapsing face-first onto the table, while mildly entertaining, was not what he had been looking for.
After a moment, Joe sat up and blinked slowly to clear his head. His eyes were bloodshot and a trickle of blood was leaving his nose. He rubbed one temple gingerly and apologized, “Well, sometimes it doesn’t work the way it’s supposed to. But I really can do a couple of spells. Just not right now…”
Brother Cooper smoothly segued towards the conclusion of his story, “Well, despite Joseph’s unfortunate…display here, I can assure you that the rest of our story is true, to the best of our knowledge. Magic, as a force in this world, is quite real, and quite dangerous, and somehow tied to those Medallions I just told you about. And that picture you are looking at is our connection to this Ward Numismatic Society, and apparently, our connection to you.”
Taylor rubbed his chin thoughtfully for a moment, “And the cowboy gent? Who was he again?”
Crystal answered, “Hal Runyan. He was a marshal in the west back in the late eighteen-hundreds. We’re still not sure how he’s involved. He’s just appeared in some of our dreams.”
Taylor nodded and appeared to consider the matter. “Well, I s’pose I do believe ya, all things considered. I mean, ‘tis crazy, sure, but I can’t says I could explain it any other way neither,” then he nodded in a mischievous way at Joe, ”And don’t apologize. ‘Tis a most impressive thing to watch a man give himself a nosebleed and a migraine, just by thinking hard ‘bout it.”
Willie grinned. He liked this guy’s attitude. But apparently Joe didn’t appreciate the humor in the situation.
Joe shrugged Willie’s hand off his back, then used the back of his sleeve to wipe the blood from his upper lip. He cracked his knuckles dramatically, and then declared, “Dude, I’m warning ya, don’t mess with the ways of us wizards, ‘cuz we are subtle and easy to p#ss off.” Then with a loud grunt, he gestured his hand across the table towards the book sitting in front of Taylor. The book suddenly lurched forward seemingly of its own accord and slid across the table towards Joe. Joe caught the book in his hand and laughed “Ha!…Ow! Ow! Headache! Headache!” He dropped the book and held both hands to his forehead.
For a moment, everyone simply stared in wonder. The book had most definitely slid across the table on its own, and Joe had definitely caused it to happen. Even with the whole “voodoo guy living in his head” issue, Willie was still a little freaked out to actually see Joe cast a spell like that. Willie was shocked, and more than a little relieved, that he wasn’t the only one at the table with something seriously freakin’ mystical going on. He looked over at Joe, who was clutching the sides of his head in obvious pain, and wondered whether he would be like that at some point too.
Kumars piped up from where he had been sitting quietly at the end of the table taking everything in. He reached into his book bag and pulled out a small bag of white powder, then hopped up to offer it to Joe. “You are having a headache, yes? This is a very nice thing which I am making for headaches! You should take some of this for your pain and it will poof and go away in the instant!”
Joe had both eyes closed while clutching his head. He opened one eye suspiciously and looked at the powder. “What is it?”
Kumars grinned proudly and stumbled over himself to show off the powder. “It is something I am making in my own time at home! It is like the oxycontin but it is my own recipe! It is a very nice thing to be taking for you to have!”
Taylor bolted up from his chair to look at the powder. “OxyContin? As in, oxycodone hydrochloride? As in prescription synthetic heroin? Am I hearing ya right?”
Kumars grinned proudly, “Yes yes, though I am altering the recipe somewhat!” Seeing that Joe was uninterested, Kumars proudly offered the bag to Brother Cooper, “You are wanting to try?”
Brother Cooper shook his head sadly, “No thank you, Mr. Kumars, I don’t have a headache.”
Kumars just grinned even more broadly, “Oh, it is not just being made for that…and the stomach bleeding is not that pronounced when taken in the small doses.”
Taylor took the offered bag from Kumars and held it up to the light to look closely at the powder. “Ya say you manufacture this at home, do ya? How do you filter the slurry, iffin’ ya don’t mind me asking?”
Kumars seemed to just be hopping from one excited state to another. He beamed with pride at Taylor, “Oh! You are being knowledgeable with the chemistry, yes? You are knowing about the making of such things? Just the moment I am wanting to show you this,” then he began digging into his backpack muttering to himself.
Taylor must have picked up on the disapproving looks he was getting from Brother Cooper and Willie, because he was quick to explain, “Oh, don’t fret now. I’m not running a drug laboratory or some such nonsense. I’m a professor of chemistry at Samford University.”
Kumars yelped with glee and pulled what looked like a road flare out of his backpack, exclaiming “You should be seeing these! I am also making these in the spare time that I am having.”
Brother Cooper shoved his chair away from the table, “Um…Is that dynamite?”
Kumars nodded enthusiastically, “Yes yes! Are you wanting some? I have many pieces here!”
Brother Cooper shook his head vigorously, “No, no, thank you. I love the Lord and all, but I’m not quite ready to go meet him in person. What’s say we put away the explosives, Mr. Kumars.”
Crystal didn’t seem to want to, but she had to ask, “Why on earth are you carrying dynamite around in your book bag?”
Kumars seemed most proud of his own cleverness, “Oh, I am hating the guns and the violence. And it is good for chasing away the muggers! I am waggling one of these in their faces and they are running away!”
Willie caught Brother Cooper’s eye and with a glance he could see instant weary agreement there. The new recruits were definitely going to change things around here.
. . .
Crystal climbed the ladder up after Joe to the attic. Kumars was right behind her, apparently eager to see how close he could stand to her and maybe overpower her with his cologne. He bumped into her at the bottom of the ladder, and she shoved him backwards, “I don’t need your help up here.”
Kumars appeared naïve and confused, “Hmm? I am not coming up here to be helping you. I am coming up to read the books.”
Crystal sighed, “How about you go back downstairs to bother Brother Cooper?”
At that point, Brother Cooper and the others appeared in the stairwell below them. Brother Cooper raised an eyebrow at the mention of his name.
Crystal rolled her eyes and complained to the preacher, “Can’t we do something about this guy?” Before waiting for an answer, she bounded up the ladder.
Behind her, she heard Brother Cooper answer, “He’s in the picture, Crystal. That makes him one of us as far as I’m concerned.”
As she hit the top rung of the ladder, she heard Kumars say something like “Thank you!” and felt him slap her on the butt. She grit her teeth, jumped up, and in an instant had her knife out from her boot and spun around to catch Kumars at the top of the ladder. She hissed, “Your hand touches me again and I cut it off, got it?”
Kumars stared wide-eyed at her for a moment, then grinned, “Did I tell you my father is the rich man? In India he is a general!”
Crystal held the knife steady, but was completely lost. What did that have to do with anything? She fumbled for something to say in reply, then gave up, sheathed the knife, and stormed off to the other end of the attic.
After a moment, Brother Cooper called out to her from one of the tables, “Say, Crystal, what is it you are looking up over there, anyway?”
Crystal realized she had actually forgotten why she had even come up to the attic, and more importantly, she had not told any of them about the weird kids at the tribal fair and the deadhead and the reference to Sussistinako. She filled everyone in as best she could, explaining what she had seen, and what she suspected, and why she wanted to check out the books in the library for any reference to Sussistinako.
Joe was flipping through the book he was reading, apparently comparing something in the book to the stack of comic books he had next to him. He interrupted the end of her story from his position at the main table. “Man, that just makes me hungry…What? Sussistinako? Taco? Come on, people, jeez…”
. . .
Willie sat down next to Joe and Brother Cooper at the main attic table. Taylor and Crystal were browsing the stacks, looking for books on mythology that might somehow connect to Sussistinako. Meanwhile, Kumars was wandering through the stacks muttering and chirping happily to himself like a kid in a candy store.
Willie looked over at Joe’s weird book of spells and the comic books, and remembered again the magic he had seen Joe perform downstairs with the book at the table. Willie hesitated before asking, “What ya working on, Joe?”
Joe kept flipping through the book and then back again at his comics. “I found something with that guy who emailed me today.” Then Joe looked up, “That reminds me! I paid for you to look that guy up! Did you find anything?”
Willie slapped his forehead! “Sh#%! I completely forgot. I looked up that email address today. I can’t believe I didn’t make the connection earlier.”
Willie clearly had Joe’s and Brother Cooper’s attention now, and he filled them in as best he could. “I got called in to work today on this emergency case, to find this missing scientist. A guy named Hudson, whose works at Research Genetics Incorporated. Turns out this guy just disappeared, and his company is spending a %^&load of money to get him back quick.”
Joe and Brother Cooper just looked at Willie, waiting for the connection. Willie spoke slowly, speaking carefully so that they could see the connection themselves. “Research Genetics Incorporated. R…G…I. And this email that Joe got today? From Jack Sanders at R…G…I… dot com.”
Brother Cooper’s brow furrowed. “So this fellow Jack, who emailed Joe about some fictional comic book order, works with this man Hudson, who went missing, whom you have been hired to find?”
“Exactly,” Willie smiled and leaned back in his chair.
“Well, that’s an odd little coincidence.”
“I concur,” Willie pulled out a cigarillo and unwrapped it at the table. Taking a quick look at the dusty dry wood around him, he got up to go open a window while the others digested the new information. He lit the tobacco and then opened the main library window, sticking his hand out the window to prevent the smoke from coming back into the room.
Brother Cooper turned back to Joe, “So what was this man ordering when he emailed you?”
Joe handed the four comic books he was reading over to Brother Cooper, reciting their names plainly, “Well, it’s supposed to be a gift for his boss. Uncanny X-Men Number Seventy. Fantastic Four Number Eight. Batman Blind Justice, and Iron Man Number Thirteen.”
Willie didn’t know crap about comic books, but he figured there must be some connection there. “Those particular comics mean anything to you, Joe?”
Joe nodded and rolled his eyes, “Well, duh, I mean, don’t you see it? It’s so obvious…”
A long pause followed. Willie exchanged a tired look with Brother Cooper, then finally gave up waiting on Joe’s conversational skills. “Enlighten me please, Joe.”
Joe sighed, and then explained in a weary tone as though he were explaining something to a child. “Listen, Uncanny X-Men Number Seventy. What happens? Wolverine attacks the X-Men while under mind control.”
Willie felt another long pause was coming, but apparently Brother Cooper’s patience had run thin, because he immediately responded with, “That kind of stuff happens all the time in comics, though, right, Joseph?”
Joe sighed and shook his head. “Fantastic Four Number Eight. That one pits the Fantastic Four against the Puppetmaster. The Puppetmaster exercises mind control over the Thing and makes him attack Johnny and Reed…Iron Man Number Thirteen - Tony Stark's girlfriend is controlled by the Absorbotron mind control device. Batman: Blind Justice - Batman tackles Bonecrusher, which leads him into a scheme involving…Mind Control!”
Cooper replied with sarcasm, “ I’m noticing a pattern here,” and handed the comics back to Joe.
Joe carefully took the comics back and tucked them back into a plastic bag, “So anyways, I've got them all. They're in fine condition, except the Batman, which is in near mint condition with some wear along the---“
Cooper interrupted Joe’s critique of the comics, “So this guy Jack Sanders wanted these comics and was going to give them to his boss?”
Joe nodded, “Yep. He also told me he had a subscription, but i couldn't find him in my lists. He told me to bring them to his office and keep it all hush-hush. But now his email address is no longer working, because I got a message bounced back to me this afternoon…Obviously he's been captured and they've deleted all presence of him from their system.”
Willie shrugged and teased, “Maybe he's been mind controlled.”
Joe nodded seriously, “I’m guessing his boss, actually…and maybe he can't control his anger anymore, either, and he goes out of control and fights everybody. Might turn green too. I’m not really sure.” He shrugged, and Willie was no longer sure whether Joe was kidding or not.
Cooper considered the story, “Not a bad theory, but why did he come to you, Joe?”
Joe leaned back in his chair, “Who has the best comic selection in town?”
Cooper shrugged, “I have no idea”
Joe nodded, “My point exactly…plus, I mean, yeah, sure, his name was on the list for the monthly conspiracy newsletter that I put out, but I think having the best comic selection in town had to play into it, too.”
Episode II – Session I - Connections
“Are ya alright, Joe? Just take it easy, man. Just take a deep breath, there ya go,” Willie patted Joe on the back while shaking his head apologetically to Taylor and Kumars. Willie had hoped for something impressive to show off to the newcomers, and Joe looking constipated for a minute before collapsing face-first onto the table, while mildly entertaining, was not what he had been looking for.
After a moment, Joe sat up and blinked slowly to clear his head. His eyes were bloodshot and a trickle of blood was leaving his nose. He rubbed one temple gingerly and apologized, “Well, sometimes it doesn’t work the way it’s supposed to. But I really can do a couple of spells. Just not right now…”
Brother Cooper smoothly segued towards the conclusion of his story, “Well, despite Joseph’s unfortunate…display here, I can assure you that the rest of our story is true, to the best of our knowledge. Magic, as a force in this world, is quite real, and quite dangerous, and somehow tied to those Medallions I just told you about. And that picture you are looking at is our connection to this Ward Numismatic Society, and apparently, our connection to you.”
Taylor rubbed his chin thoughtfully for a moment, “And the cowboy gent? Who was he again?”
Crystal answered, “Hal Runyan. He was a marshal in the west back in the late eighteen-hundreds. We’re still not sure how he’s involved. He’s just appeared in some of our dreams.”
Taylor nodded and appeared to consider the matter. “Well, I s’pose I do believe ya, all things considered. I mean, ‘tis crazy, sure, but I can’t says I could explain it any other way neither,” then he nodded in a mischievous way at Joe, ”And don’t apologize. ‘Tis a most impressive thing to watch a man give himself a nosebleed and a migraine, just by thinking hard ‘bout it.”
Willie grinned. He liked this guy’s attitude. But apparently Joe didn’t appreciate the humor in the situation.
Joe shrugged Willie’s hand off his back, then used the back of his sleeve to wipe the blood from his upper lip. He cracked his knuckles dramatically, and then declared, “Dude, I’m warning ya, don’t mess with the ways of us wizards, ‘cuz we are subtle and easy to p#ss off.” Then with a loud grunt, he gestured his hand across the table towards the book sitting in front of Taylor. The book suddenly lurched forward seemingly of its own accord and slid across the table towards Joe. Joe caught the book in his hand and laughed “Ha!…Ow! Ow! Headache! Headache!” He dropped the book and held both hands to his forehead.
For a moment, everyone simply stared in wonder. The book had most definitely slid across the table on its own, and Joe had definitely caused it to happen. Even with the whole “voodoo guy living in his head” issue, Willie was still a little freaked out to actually see Joe cast a spell like that. Willie was shocked, and more than a little relieved, that he wasn’t the only one at the table with something seriously freakin’ mystical going on. He looked over at Joe, who was clutching the sides of his head in obvious pain, and wondered whether he would be like that at some point too.
Kumars piped up from where he had been sitting quietly at the end of the table taking everything in. He reached into his book bag and pulled out a small bag of white powder, then hopped up to offer it to Joe. “You are having a headache, yes? This is a very nice thing which I am making for headaches! You should take some of this for your pain and it will poof and go away in the instant!”
Joe had both eyes closed while clutching his head. He opened one eye suspiciously and looked at the powder. “What is it?”
Kumars grinned proudly and stumbled over himself to show off the powder. “It is something I am making in my own time at home! It is like the oxycontin but it is my own recipe! It is a very nice thing to be taking for you to have!”
Taylor bolted up from his chair to look at the powder. “OxyContin? As in, oxycodone hydrochloride? As in prescription synthetic heroin? Am I hearing ya right?”
Kumars grinned proudly, “Yes yes, though I am altering the recipe somewhat!” Seeing that Joe was uninterested, Kumars proudly offered the bag to Brother Cooper, “You are wanting to try?”
Brother Cooper shook his head sadly, “No thank you, Mr. Kumars, I don’t have a headache.”
Kumars just grinned even more broadly, “Oh, it is not just being made for that…and the stomach bleeding is not that pronounced when taken in the small doses.”
Taylor took the offered bag from Kumars and held it up to the light to look closely at the powder. “Ya say you manufacture this at home, do ya? How do you filter the slurry, iffin’ ya don’t mind me asking?”
Kumars seemed to just be hopping from one excited state to another. He beamed with pride at Taylor, “Oh! You are being knowledgeable with the chemistry, yes? You are knowing about the making of such things? Just the moment I am wanting to show you this,” then he began digging into his backpack muttering to himself.
Taylor must have picked up on the disapproving looks he was getting from Brother Cooper and Willie, because he was quick to explain, “Oh, don’t fret now. I’m not running a drug laboratory or some such nonsense. I’m a professor of chemistry at Samford University.”
Kumars yelped with glee and pulled what looked like a road flare out of his backpack, exclaiming “You should be seeing these! I am also making these in the spare time that I am having.”
Brother Cooper shoved his chair away from the table, “Um…Is that dynamite?”
Kumars nodded enthusiastically, “Yes yes! Are you wanting some? I have many pieces here!”
Brother Cooper shook his head vigorously, “No, no, thank you. I love the Lord and all, but I’m not quite ready to go meet him in person. What’s say we put away the explosives, Mr. Kumars.”
Crystal didn’t seem to want to, but she had to ask, “Why on earth are you carrying dynamite around in your book bag?”
Kumars seemed most proud of his own cleverness, “Oh, I am hating the guns and the violence. And it is good for chasing away the muggers! I am waggling one of these in their faces and they are running away!”
Willie caught Brother Cooper’s eye and with a glance he could see instant weary agreement there. The new recruits were definitely going to change things around here.
. . .
Crystal climbed the ladder up after Joe to the attic. Kumars was right behind her, apparently eager to see how close he could stand to her and maybe overpower her with his cologne. He bumped into her at the bottom of the ladder, and she shoved him backwards, “I don’t need your help up here.”
Kumars appeared naïve and confused, “Hmm? I am not coming up here to be helping you. I am coming up to read the books.”
Crystal sighed, “How about you go back downstairs to bother Brother Cooper?”
At that point, Brother Cooper and the others appeared in the stairwell below them. Brother Cooper raised an eyebrow at the mention of his name.
Crystal rolled her eyes and complained to the preacher, “Can’t we do something about this guy?” Before waiting for an answer, she bounded up the ladder.
Behind her, she heard Brother Cooper answer, “He’s in the picture, Crystal. That makes him one of us as far as I’m concerned.”
As she hit the top rung of the ladder, she heard Kumars say something like “Thank you!” and felt him slap her on the butt. She grit her teeth, jumped up, and in an instant had her knife out from her boot and spun around to catch Kumars at the top of the ladder. She hissed, “Your hand touches me again and I cut it off, got it?”
Kumars stared wide-eyed at her for a moment, then grinned, “Did I tell you my father is the rich man? In India he is a general!”
Crystal held the knife steady, but was completely lost. What did that have to do with anything? She fumbled for something to say in reply, then gave up, sheathed the knife, and stormed off to the other end of the attic.
After a moment, Brother Cooper called out to her from one of the tables, “Say, Crystal, what is it you are looking up over there, anyway?”
Crystal realized she had actually forgotten why she had even come up to the attic, and more importantly, she had not told any of them about the weird kids at the tribal fair and the deadhead and the reference to Sussistinako. She filled everyone in as best she could, explaining what she had seen, and what she suspected, and why she wanted to check out the books in the library for any reference to Sussistinako.
Joe was flipping through the book he was reading, apparently comparing something in the book to the stack of comic books he had next to him. He interrupted the end of her story from his position at the main table. “Man, that just makes me hungry…What? Sussistinako? Taco? Come on, people, jeez…”
. . .
Willie sat down next to Joe and Brother Cooper at the main attic table. Taylor and Crystal were browsing the stacks, looking for books on mythology that might somehow connect to Sussistinako. Meanwhile, Kumars was wandering through the stacks muttering and chirping happily to himself like a kid in a candy store.
Willie looked over at Joe’s weird book of spells and the comic books, and remembered again the magic he had seen Joe perform downstairs with the book at the table. Willie hesitated before asking, “What ya working on, Joe?”
Joe kept flipping through the book and then back again at his comics. “I found something with that guy who emailed me today.” Then Joe looked up, “That reminds me! I paid for you to look that guy up! Did you find anything?”
Willie slapped his forehead! “Sh#%! I completely forgot. I looked up that email address today. I can’t believe I didn’t make the connection earlier.”
Willie clearly had Joe’s and Brother Cooper’s attention now, and he filled them in as best he could. “I got called in to work today on this emergency case, to find this missing scientist. A guy named Hudson, whose works at Research Genetics Incorporated. Turns out this guy just disappeared, and his company is spending a %^&load of money to get him back quick.”
Joe and Brother Cooper just looked at Willie, waiting for the connection. Willie spoke slowly, speaking carefully so that they could see the connection themselves. “Research Genetics Incorporated. R…G…I. And this email that Joe got today? From Jack Sanders at R…G…I… dot com.”
Brother Cooper’s brow furrowed. “So this fellow Jack, who emailed Joe about some fictional comic book order, works with this man Hudson, who went missing, whom you have been hired to find?”
“Exactly,” Willie smiled and leaned back in his chair.
“Well, that’s an odd little coincidence.”
“I concur,” Willie pulled out a cigarillo and unwrapped it at the table. Taking a quick look at the dusty dry wood around him, he got up to go open a window while the others digested the new information. He lit the tobacco and then opened the main library window, sticking his hand out the window to prevent the smoke from coming back into the room.
Brother Cooper turned back to Joe, “So what was this man ordering when he emailed you?”
Joe handed the four comic books he was reading over to Brother Cooper, reciting their names plainly, “Well, it’s supposed to be a gift for his boss. Uncanny X-Men Number Seventy. Fantastic Four Number Eight. Batman Blind Justice, and Iron Man Number Thirteen.”
Willie didn’t know crap about comic books, but he figured there must be some connection there. “Those particular comics mean anything to you, Joe?”
Joe nodded and rolled his eyes, “Well, duh, I mean, don’t you see it? It’s so obvious…”
A long pause followed. Willie exchanged a tired look with Brother Cooper, then finally gave up waiting on Joe’s conversational skills. “Enlighten me please, Joe.”
Joe sighed, and then explained in a weary tone as though he were explaining something to a child. “Listen, Uncanny X-Men Number Seventy. What happens? Wolverine attacks the X-Men while under mind control.”
Willie felt another long pause was coming, but apparently Brother Cooper’s patience had run thin, because he immediately responded with, “That kind of stuff happens all the time in comics, though, right, Joseph?”
Joe sighed and shook his head. “Fantastic Four Number Eight. That one pits the Fantastic Four against the Puppetmaster. The Puppetmaster exercises mind control over the Thing and makes him attack Johnny and Reed…Iron Man Number Thirteen - Tony Stark's girlfriend is controlled by the Absorbotron mind control device. Batman: Blind Justice - Batman tackles Bonecrusher, which leads him into a scheme involving…Mind Control!”
Cooper replied with sarcasm, “ I’m noticing a pattern here,” and handed the comics back to Joe.
Joe carefully took the comics back and tucked them back into a plastic bag, “So anyways, I've got them all. They're in fine condition, except the Batman, which is in near mint condition with some wear along the---“
Cooper interrupted Joe’s critique of the comics, “So this guy Jack Sanders wanted these comics and was going to give them to his boss?”
Joe nodded, “Yep. He also told me he had a subscription, but i couldn't find him in my lists. He told me to bring them to his office and keep it all hush-hush. But now his email address is no longer working, because I got a message bounced back to me this afternoon…Obviously he's been captured and they've deleted all presence of him from their system.”
Willie shrugged and teased, “Maybe he's been mind controlled.”
Joe nodded seriously, “I’m guessing his boss, actually…and maybe he can't control his anger anymore, either, and he goes out of control and fights everybody. Might turn green too. I’m not really sure.” He shrugged, and Willie was no longer sure whether Joe was kidding or not.
Cooper considered the story, “Not a bad theory, but why did he come to you, Joe?”
Joe leaned back in his chair, “Who has the best comic selection in town?”
Cooper shrugged, “I have no idea”
Joe nodded, “My point exactly…plus, I mean, yeah, sure, his name was on the list for the monthly conspiracy newsletter that I put out, but I think having the best comic selection in town had to play into it, too.”
barsoomcore
Unattainable Ideal
He's got synthetic heroin. And dynamite.
I like Kumars. He's my kind of stupid.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
I like Kumars. He's my kind of stupid.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
Excellent update. Don't take my clamoring for more posts the wrong way. I had a story hour of my own once, I know how grueling it is to write. Asking for more is just my way of saying "that's good stuff!"
Maybe its my abhorrent schooling in Chemistry but I thought all Heroin was synthetic? Or was the idea that is wasn't "quite right" yet? Either way, great stuff.
Maybe its my abhorrent schooling in Chemistry but I thought all Heroin was synthetic? Or was the idea that is wasn't "quite right" yet? Either way, great stuff.