RangerWickett
Legend
October 29, 2005
11:58 am
The bizarre encounter with Wiji-wiji took up a good bit of time, and the subsequent grilling of Terry on all matters magical took even longer, so Terry is glad for the distraction of the Ded Bob show to get the others off his back. Scarpedin gets involved in audience participation, but the creepiness of a skeleton puppet apparently proves too much for the man who bested the black knight, and Scarpedin runs screaming off the stage. Meanwhile, Robert wandered the nearby shops, noticing the two men from before always a little too close to be coincidence.
Scarpedin hides from Ded Bob in a tiny gypsy wagon, where he pays for a fortune-telling and is told of great impending doom that will come to him on a boat.
After the show, everyone in the group has had time to get a handle of the oddities they've seen lately, and they decide to ignore it all by going to the most innocuous place possible: a New Age bookstore.
"So, Terry," Scarpedin says, standing tall and grinning eagerly, "tell us of this . . . magic."
"Nothing in this store is magical," Terry says.
John, in one of his rare non-smoking moments, mutters, "I can't believe you're still talking about that."
"I agree," Robert says, laughing. "I mean, I know we're at a 'Renaissance Festival' and all, but seriously, the joke's gone on long enough."
Scarpedin considers. "Your name is Robot, right? You were talking with a Japanese guy, so he should have called you Mister Roboto."
After a pensive moment, Robert nods. "Okay, let's talk about magic some more."
"Excellent," Scarpedin growls.
Terry, between perusing new age books on magic and running his fingers along tacky colored glass wind chimes, explains magic. Magical creatures, like fey and dragons, have natural magical powers. For a human to use magic, however, he has to have a connection to something magical -- typically a spirit or ghost that bonds with the human. Awkwardly, Terry cannot answer when Scarpedin asks him what his source of magic is. Terry just knows that he's got a knack for magic, which he has been learning for the past six years at a boarding school in England.
"Hogwarts," Scarpedin jokes.
Serena smirks. "I wouldn't have pegged you as the sort to read Harry Potter."
John says, "I wouldn't think he's the sort to read. I'm going outside to smoke."
Terry's explanation goes on. There are two worlds -- the human world, Terra, which is what most people think of as the normal world; and the 'fey realm,' Gaia, where magical creatures live.
"But," Terry points out, "calling it 'the fey realm' is like some jackass calling anime 'japanimation.' Terra and Gaia. That's what you need to remember."
According to folklore, Terry says, Terra and Gaia used to be a lot closer, but after some war that King Arthur was involved in (at this, Scarpedin perks up with intense interest), the fey were forced off of Terra, and the two worlds drifted apart. To get between the two now, you need special magic.
John, standing outside the shop, is the first to hear the approaching men. The black man's iPod is blaring again, playing a Prodigy song ("Smack my B*tch Up," though John does not listen to Prodigy, and so he does not realize this). The white guy glares at John, and John steps aside to let them by, exhaling smoke as they pass him.
The black guy taps Belladonna on the shoulder, and everyone but Scarpedin turns to see what's going on. The store is empty except for them and the shopkeeper, who is busy trying to keep Scarpedin's hands off a musty old spellbook that looks like it might just be genuine.
"Hey, excuse me," the man with the iPod says to Belladonna. "We need you to come with us."
She smiles disarmingly, looking up and down at the two imposing men. "I'm sure you'd like me to, boys, but I'm quite happy where I am."
The white guy who looks like Carrie Elwes says, "It wasn't a request lady."
He stares openly at Belladonna's chest, then leers to his partner. "Lucky us, hey Hex?"
"Whatever man," Hex says. "Look, lady, me and my buddy Rex here have to take you to talk to our boss. You can come peacefully, or you can say no, and some sh*t might go down."
"What the hell?" Terry steps between Belladonna and the two of them. "Guys, the lady said no."
Belladonna says, "Terry, I'm quite capable of taking care of myself."
"Yeah," Terry says, "but I get irrational when guys are assh*les to women."
"Whoa," Robert says, holding out his hands. "What's the problem here? Why do you need . . . what's your name again?"
"Belladonna."
"Right," Robert says. "Why doesn't your . . . your 'boss' come over here?"
Rex rolls his eyes. To his partner Hex he says, "Can we just take her?"
Hex nods, and pulls out sunglasses, while simultaneously changing his iPod's song. It begins to belt out the first few notes of Janis Joplin's "One Good Man." Rex reaches for sunglasses tucked in his belt loop, and Robert suddenly notices a bulge under the man's sweater.
"Gun!" he shouts, backing away.
Scarpedin turns, ready for a fight. Belladonna discreetly slips a stiletto from her hair. Terry stands in the way to defend the lady. John drops his cigarette, and is about to turn when he sees the most beautiful woman in the world heading toward the bookstore, and all hell breaks loose.
11:58 am
The bizarre encounter with Wiji-wiji took up a good bit of time, and the subsequent grilling of Terry on all matters magical took even longer, so Terry is glad for the distraction of the Ded Bob show to get the others off his back. Scarpedin gets involved in audience participation, but the creepiness of a skeleton puppet apparently proves too much for the man who bested the black knight, and Scarpedin runs screaming off the stage. Meanwhile, Robert wandered the nearby shops, noticing the two men from before always a little too close to be coincidence.
Scarpedin hides from Ded Bob in a tiny gypsy wagon, where he pays for a fortune-telling and is told of great impending doom that will come to him on a boat.
After the show, everyone in the group has had time to get a handle of the oddities they've seen lately, and they decide to ignore it all by going to the most innocuous place possible: a New Age bookstore.
"So, Terry," Scarpedin says, standing tall and grinning eagerly, "tell us of this . . . magic."
"Nothing in this store is magical," Terry says.
John, in one of his rare non-smoking moments, mutters, "I can't believe you're still talking about that."
"I agree," Robert says, laughing. "I mean, I know we're at a 'Renaissance Festival' and all, but seriously, the joke's gone on long enough."
Scarpedin considers. "Your name is Robot, right? You were talking with a Japanese guy, so he should have called you Mister Roboto."
After a pensive moment, Robert nods. "Okay, let's talk about magic some more."
"Excellent," Scarpedin growls.
Terry, between perusing new age books on magic and running his fingers along tacky colored glass wind chimes, explains magic. Magical creatures, like fey and dragons, have natural magical powers. For a human to use magic, however, he has to have a connection to something magical -- typically a spirit or ghost that bonds with the human. Awkwardly, Terry cannot answer when Scarpedin asks him what his source of magic is. Terry just knows that he's got a knack for magic, which he has been learning for the past six years at a boarding school in England.
"Hogwarts," Scarpedin jokes.
Serena smirks. "I wouldn't have pegged you as the sort to read Harry Potter."
John says, "I wouldn't think he's the sort to read. I'm going outside to smoke."
Terry's explanation goes on. There are two worlds -- the human world, Terra, which is what most people think of as the normal world; and the 'fey realm,' Gaia, where magical creatures live.
"But," Terry points out, "calling it 'the fey realm' is like some jackass calling anime 'japanimation.' Terra and Gaia. That's what you need to remember."
According to folklore, Terry says, Terra and Gaia used to be a lot closer, but after some war that King Arthur was involved in (at this, Scarpedin perks up with intense interest), the fey were forced off of Terra, and the two worlds drifted apart. To get between the two now, you need special magic.
John, standing outside the shop, is the first to hear the approaching men. The black man's iPod is blaring again, playing a Prodigy song ("Smack my B*tch Up," though John does not listen to Prodigy, and so he does not realize this). The white guy glares at John, and John steps aside to let them by, exhaling smoke as they pass him.
The black guy taps Belladonna on the shoulder, and everyone but Scarpedin turns to see what's going on. The store is empty except for them and the shopkeeper, who is busy trying to keep Scarpedin's hands off a musty old spellbook that looks like it might just be genuine.
"Hey, excuse me," the man with the iPod says to Belladonna. "We need you to come with us."
She smiles disarmingly, looking up and down at the two imposing men. "I'm sure you'd like me to, boys, but I'm quite happy where I am."
The white guy who looks like Carrie Elwes says, "It wasn't a request lady."
He stares openly at Belladonna's chest, then leers to his partner. "Lucky us, hey Hex?"
"Whatever man," Hex says. "Look, lady, me and my buddy Rex here have to take you to talk to our boss. You can come peacefully, or you can say no, and some sh*t might go down."
"What the hell?" Terry steps between Belladonna and the two of them. "Guys, the lady said no."
Belladonna says, "Terry, I'm quite capable of taking care of myself."
"Yeah," Terry says, "but I get irrational when guys are assh*les to women."
"Whoa," Robert says, holding out his hands. "What's the problem here? Why do you need . . . what's your name again?"
"Belladonna."
"Right," Robert says. "Why doesn't your . . . your 'boss' come over here?"
Rex rolls his eyes. To his partner Hex he says, "Can we just take her?"
Hex nods, and pulls out sunglasses, while simultaneously changing his iPod's song. It begins to belt out the first few notes of Janis Joplin's "One Good Man." Rex reaches for sunglasses tucked in his belt loop, and Robert suddenly notices a bulge under the man's sweater.
"Gun!" he shouts, backing away.
Scarpedin turns, ready for a fight. Belladonna discreetly slips a stiletto from her hair. Terry stands in the way to defend the lady. John drops his cigarette, and is about to turn when he sees the most beautiful woman in the world heading toward the bookstore, and all hell breaks loose.
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