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<blockquote data-quote="Broccli_Head" data-source="post: 1595873" data-attributes="member: 105"><p>You guys are funny!</p><p></p><p>*****************</p><p></p><p>issue #15, part II</p><p></p><p>The cachophony of screams and the clash of cymbals or gongs was deafening, but in Angela's ears the clamor echoed from somewhere far away. She lay on the four poster bed, in a richly decorated room, in some fine manor somewhere in the English countryside. Her state bordered somewhere between delerium and semi-consciousness. There were sounds outside her room. Movements and scrapes that barely impinged upon her senses. Her entire mental vision, though seen through a haze of chaos, centered with horrific certainty on the naked, writhing figures of innocents--blood streaming down their bodies. She knew another blasphemous ritual took place in the dungeons below. The air pulsated with their agonies. More obscene was the fiendish laughter of her host. It intermingled and punctuated the symphony of anguish.</p><p></p><p>She had no sense of sensation; no feeling of individuality, seperate and distinct from the rest of the universe. She was only drowned in the great gulf of pain. This was worse than the former prison that she had been freed from not long ago, but maybe it was that fraying of her sanity there that made her more susceptible here to the hideous chants, and rhythmic monosyllabe that accompanied the profane rites below.</p><p></p><p>But through her frozen mentality, her sense of self at last began to creep. At first it was a vague surprise that besides the initial battle damage suffered over the skies in Boston, she was still bodily unharmed. An involuntary shudder rippled through her body and soul. Baron Mallon wanted her intact for something...</p><p></p><p>Acting like an automaton, she sat up on the bed and stared dully around her. First her fingers and toes began to move, then blindly the rest of her body followed. Her bare feet slid across the hardwood floor and her hands twitched nervously. Something began to rise first from deep inside her, spreading quickly to the rest of her body. Nearby the shutters began to flap wildly and loose items began to spin about the room as a zephyr blew in from the outside between the bars of her gilded cage. She remembered. The wolf with the eyes of a man. More importantly, she remembered herself.</p><p></p><p><strong>"Fools! Do you think that you can keep the very wind at bay!?"</strong></p><p></p><p>The room exploded violently outward and Anglea Charles, the villainess formerly know as Zephyr, streaked upward and then westward towards the sea and to the place beyond: the only place she knew where she could find refuge.</p><p></p><p>**</p><p></p><p><em>Below Boston Harbor, One week after Dragonfist's arraignment</em></p><p></p><p>"Why the long face, Slipstream?" asked the debonair Boston mogul, Jae Sun Lee, who doubled as the spokesperson for Beantown's own superhero team, the troubled Legion Extreme.</p><p></p><p>Slipstream held a crumpled envelope in his hand. He tried to quickly hide it behind is back, but despite his microsecond reflexes, Jae Sun caught the movement.</p><p></p><p>"Give it here, my good fellow. Let us see what it is. Can it be more surprsing than your new roommate?"</p><p></p><p>Jae Sun gave him a wry grin. Slipstream scowled.</p><p></p><p>"At least ya didn't call her m' girlfriend."</p><p></p><p>Jae Sun sighed. It began a familiar conversation.</p><p></p><p>"I think you are missing a golden opportunity with Miss Preston. She is certainly a diamond in the rough."</p><p></p><p>The holo-image of S.T.A.N. manifested as if on cue, and chimed in with his own Queen's English.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Blue"><em>"Why yes, Slipstream. There is a 99.12% probability, that progeny from a successful coupling between yourself and Margie Preston will result in a genetically superior specimen--"</em></span></p><p></p><p>Slipstream cut him off. </p><p></p><p>"Shut your traps, the both of youz. Dudes, she's been livin' in my pipes and comes and goes as she pleases. She's still stealin'. Brought me a Rolex from Feinstein's that she got 'on special'. 'Sorry, hon. Receipt got lost in the plumbing' she says. Riptide is a certified Nut Job, and she'll never be my girlfriend!"</p><p></p><p>"But is she not seeing Valor."</p><p></p><p>"Yes."</p><p></p><p>"And has she not saved your life."</p><p></p><p>"Yup."</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Blue"><em>"That woman has preternatural instincts for your well-being and documented loyalty."</em></span></p><p></p><p>"BUT SHE MAKES DIORAMAS OF BARBIE DOLLS WITH ME IN THEM!"</p><p></p><p>"She would make a good team member, now that we have lost a few of our others."</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Blue"><em>"Quite true. I predict that she would increase the power rating of Legion Extreme by 10 to 15% over what you previously possessed."</em></span></p><p></p><p>Slipstream really, really wanted to pull the plug on old S.T.A.N. about then. </p><p></p><p>"Hey, Hal. Don't you have to be checkin' weather patterns about now?"</p><p></p><p>The hologram faded away with a <em>Harrumph!</em></p><p></p><p>"So, Slipstream. May I see the piece of paper in your hand?"</p><p></p><p>Reluctantly, Brian Parker handed over a small envelope.</p><p></p><p>Jae Sun raised an eyebrow and removed the card that was inside. Glancing over it quickly and began to chuckle. </p><p></p><p>"Amazing. Now I understand why there is such a bluster in your hedgerow. Meteorman is finally getting married."</p><p></p><p>Slipstream tried to scowl bravely like he didn't care, but could only manage in briefly. He sighed and slouched very sad. </p><p></p><p>Jae Sun felt awkward. He wanted to go over and pat the poor young man on the back, maybe hold his shoulders and give him a "There, there...it will be alright," but he hesitated. </p><p></p><p>Fortunately, his mobile phone rang, breaking the silence.</p><p></p><p>"Hello?"</p><p></p><p>Slipstream's ultra-sensitve hearing caught yells and shouts from the other end.</p><p></p><p>"You know what, old man. I am tired of your harrassment. I have a mind--"</p><p></p><p>More shouting. Jae Sun hung up the phone. </p><p></p><p>"That was the priest. He has been calling me all week asking me when we are going to get out of his town. I am going to settle this once and for all!"</p><p></p><p>Slipstream had never seen Jae Sun angry.</p><p></p><p>"Dude, you want I go and ruff him up some?"</p><p></p><p>"No. This is something O'Reilly and I have to settle every now and again. Happens every century or so."</p><p></p><p>Slipstream gave him a confused look. </p><p></p><p>"In any case. I must take care of it myself."</p><p></p><p>"Alright, then. But I'll keep my badge on." </p><p></p><p>Slipstream gave him a beaming smile.</p><p></p><p>Jae Sun nodded his approval, closed his eyes began to make intricate gestures in the air. Symbols materialized and then formed the <em>Dragonlines</em>. He stepped into them and in a flash was about 1000 meters away from Thomas O'Reilly, aka The Grey Mage's church. He began to walk casually towards his confrontation.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Broccli_Head, post: 1595873, member: 105"] You guys are funny! ***************** issue #15, part II The cachophony of screams and the clash of cymbals or gongs was deafening, but in Angela's ears the clamor echoed from somewhere far away. She lay on the four poster bed, in a richly decorated room, in some fine manor somewhere in the English countryside. Her state bordered somewhere between delerium and semi-consciousness. There were sounds outside her room. Movements and scrapes that barely impinged upon her senses. Her entire mental vision, though seen through a haze of chaos, centered with horrific certainty on the naked, writhing figures of innocents--blood streaming down their bodies. She knew another blasphemous ritual took place in the dungeons below. The air pulsated with their agonies. More obscene was the fiendish laughter of her host. It intermingled and punctuated the symphony of anguish. She had no sense of sensation; no feeling of individuality, seperate and distinct from the rest of the universe. She was only drowned in the great gulf of pain. This was worse than the former prison that she had been freed from not long ago, but maybe it was that fraying of her sanity there that made her more susceptible here to the hideous chants, and rhythmic monosyllabe that accompanied the profane rites below. But through her frozen mentality, her sense of self at last began to creep. At first it was a vague surprise that besides the initial battle damage suffered over the skies in Boston, she was still bodily unharmed. An involuntary shudder rippled through her body and soul. Baron Mallon wanted her intact for something... Acting like an automaton, she sat up on the bed and stared dully around her. First her fingers and toes began to move, then blindly the rest of her body followed. Her bare feet slid across the hardwood floor and her hands twitched nervously. Something began to rise first from deep inside her, spreading quickly to the rest of her body. Nearby the shutters began to flap wildly and loose items began to spin about the room as a zephyr blew in from the outside between the bars of her gilded cage. She remembered. The wolf with the eyes of a man. More importantly, she remembered herself. [B]"Fools! Do you think that you can keep the very wind at bay!?"[/B] The room exploded violently outward and Anglea Charles, the villainess formerly know as Zephyr, streaked upward and then westward towards the sea and to the place beyond: the only place she knew where she could find refuge. ** [i]Below Boston Harbor, One week after Dragonfist's arraignment[/i] "Why the long face, Slipstream?" asked the debonair Boston mogul, Jae Sun Lee, who doubled as the spokesperson for Beantown's own superhero team, the troubled Legion Extreme. Slipstream held a crumpled envelope in his hand. He tried to quickly hide it behind is back, but despite his microsecond reflexes, Jae Sun caught the movement. "Give it here, my good fellow. Let us see what it is. Can it be more surprsing than your new roommate?" Jae Sun gave him a wry grin. Slipstream scowled. "At least ya didn't call her m' girlfriend." Jae Sun sighed. It began a familiar conversation. "I think you are missing a golden opportunity with Miss Preston. She is certainly a diamond in the rough." The holo-image of S.T.A.N. manifested as if on cue, and chimed in with his own Queen's English. [COLOR=Blue][i]"Why yes, Slipstream. There is a 99.12% probability, that progeny from a successful coupling between yourself and Margie Preston will result in a genetically superior specimen--"[/i][/COLOR] Slipstream cut him off. "Shut your traps, the both of youz. Dudes, she's been livin' in my pipes and comes and goes as she pleases. She's still stealin'. Brought me a Rolex from Feinstein's that she got 'on special'. 'Sorry, hon. Receipt got lost in the plumbing' she says. Riptide is a certified Nut Job, and she'll never be my girlfriend!" "But is she not seeing Valor." "Yes." "And has she not saved your life." "Yup." [COLOR=Blue][i]"That woman has preternatural instincts for your well-being and documented loyalty."[/i][/COLOR] "BUT SHE MAKES DIORAMAS OF BARBIE DOLLS WITH ME IN THEM!" "She would make a good team member, now that we have lost a few of our others." [COLOR=Blue][i]"Quite true. I predict that she would increase the power rating of Legion Extreme by 10 to 15% over what you previously possessed."[/i][/COLOR] Slipstream really, really wanted to pull the plug on old S.T.A.N. about then. "Hey, Hal. Don't you have to be checkin' weather patterns about now?" The hologram faded away with a [i]Harrumph![/i] "So, Slipstream. May I see the piece of paper in your hand?" Reluctantly, Brian Parker handed over a small envelope. Jae Sun raised an eyebrow and removed the card that was inside. Glancing over it quickly and began to chuckle. "Amazing. Now I understand why there is such a bluster in your hedgerow. Meteorman is finally getting married." Slipstream tried to scowl bravely like he didn't care, but could only manage in briefly. He sighed and slouched very sad. Jae Sun felt awkward. He wanted to go over and pat the poor young man on the back, maybe hold his shoulders and give him a "There, there...it will be alright," but he hesitated. Fortunately, his mobile phone rang, breaking the silence. "Hello?" Slipstream's ultra-sensitve hearing caught yells and shouts from the other end. "You know what, old man. I am tired of your harrassment. I have a mind--" More shouting. Jae Sun hung up the phone. "That was the priest. He has been calling me all week asking me when we are going to get out of his town. I am going to settle this once and for all!" Slipstream had never seen Jae Sun angry. "Dude, you want I go and ruff him up some?" "No. This is something O'Reilly and I have to settle every now and again. Happens every century or so." Slipstream gave him a confused look. "In any case. I must take care of it myself." "Alright, then. But I'll keep my badge on." Slipstream gave him a beaming smile. Jae Sun nodded his approval, closed his eyes began to make intricate gestures in the air. Symbols materialized and then formed the [i]Dragonlines[/i]. He stepped into them and in a flash was about 1000 meters away from Thomas O'Reilly, aka The Grey Mage's church. He began to walk casually towards his confrontation. [/QUOTE]
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