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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 17, 2011 20:58:56 GMT -5
The Investigations of Rend Bloodletter, Private Eye, and Company, episode 2: The Case of the Talking Tome!
I walked down the street. My stomach rumbled to such a degree that my best friend, Sammy Ghompers, heard it too. "Daym, boi," said Sammy, his east Chicago accent clear as always, "ain't yoo nevah gonah git sum food? Stop payin' feh dem shigahs, Dey'll muydah yeh, sheah?" "Shut up," I replied. "Your voice is pissing me off." "Fine," Sammy replied. "Ah sheah how it is, sheah. Yoo jush' go 'ungray, sheah. Sheah if Ah cah." I'm used to this. Sammy has been this way for as long as I've known him. He's a bright kid... when he's sober. Which he wasn't. I had my sword consealed, strapped to my back and put away in its sheath. I was ready for anything, or so I thought. There was a loud bang behind us. I grabbed Sammy and hit the deck instinctively. I held my hat. Next came the shockwave. Sammy's hat blew away and I think I heard him curse, but I was focused on the source of the shockwave.
((Wow, ok, 1920's gangster voice=epic fail))
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Post by Milk on Jan 19, 2011 21:02:58 GMT -5
((reminded me of the mobster lobsters from the little mermaid show lol))
Corny was walking towards the detective's office. One of her most valuable books had been stolen...Not that she was going to tell them how valuable it was. She'd tell them it was something of value to her- perhaps a personal possession?
She reached her destination and waited inside the building in the hallway outside the door to Detective Rend's office. She hummed patiently while she waited.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 19, 2011 21:37:55 GMT -5
Several tall, horned, human-like creatures stood in a crater in the middle of the street. "Wha? Now, dem be shome uglay loogin' boys, sheah!" Sammy cried, staring at them. I didn't say anything. I got up, grabbed Sammy by the neck of his trenchcoat and ran around the corner. I drew my blade and peered back around the corner. Sure enough, they were looking in our direction. "Dammit, Sammy," I said under my breath, "one of these days I'm gonna kill you..." "Whad Ah do?" He looked up at me forlornly.
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Post by Milk on Jan 21, 2011 20:13:09 GMT -5
Corny eventually found that the door was open to his office so she let herself in. She walked around slowly, her head twisting around as she looked the room over.
She found herself cleaning up a bit just to get heads or tails of everything in his office. His computer was most disturbing to her- it looked like he'd taken something heavy to it. "Hm." She examined the room still, now that most of the stuff was either on his desk or the chair...
Corny wondered if he'd be able to find her book at all. She felt very unsure at the disorganization of the office- how could he find his old records in this dump?
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 24, 2011 18:22:50 GMT -5
I peered around the corner again. The horned people were conversing amongst themselves. Hopefully I won't have to use this, I thought to myself as I examined my blade. "Sheah, dish ish whay yew shud-" "This is why you should just go away..." I muttered to myself, drowning him out. "And while you're gone, go get some common sense." I should really get back to my office, I thought, turning back around the corner and leaning against the building. This is not my idea of a nice Sunday walk around the neighborhood. See, I have this problem. I'm an Outsider, which generally means that I come from another universe. I don't belong here, nor do I fit in very well. But I make it out ok ...usually. But then, usually I don't get chased by people who look like the offspring of a football player, a basketball player, and a ram. Speaking of whom, one of them gripped the corner of the building and gave out a loud bellow. Sammy stood up behind me. "Ahhh... Ahm outta heah! Guid luck, Render ol' buddy!" And with that, he ran off. What a great friend. I come from a warring and violent world; from birth we are trained in fighting and violence. We are also taught to run, since it makes greater sense to flee and fight another day than die for simple ideals. Since living in this world I have learned of such things as mercy and staying one's hand. Today, I used both lessons from my homeworld and none from my new one. I stood quickly, startling the big creature. Taking initiative, I swung my blade and it struck true, lopping off one horn from the big mongrel. The beast brought a hand to his horn -or lack of which- and bellowed in rage and confusion. Once again, faster than thought I grabbed the horn and ran after Sammy, sheathing my sword and holding on to my fedora. Seems Ghompers has the right idea, I thought, for once.
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