This is the final legacy of that-which-got-me-banned-for-a-while. But it's
not interactive. It's just . . . strange.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything apart from David/Reaper and Sarah/Huntress. Sorry.
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Reaper: Yes, my only remaining letter is from this girl calling herself 'Raven Firedragon'. Any ideas?
Raven: I've never heard of it in my life.
Raven: Yes it's me idiot.
Reaper: Yes, I *knew* that. The question is, do you still want Boromir?
Raven: Go on then.
Raven: If you must give him to someone.
Reaper: Well, he does so want to be given out now, having been resurrected.
Raven: You can't go to all that trouble and not give him to anyone.
Reaper: I know, it wouldn't be fair.
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Boromir of Gondor stepped into the room where the Raven sat. Her jet black hair flowed over the back of the chair where she sat, facing away from him towards the bank of computer monitors.
The warrior stood by the door, wondering what to do. He hadn't been briefed on this. He was supposed to have been given over during the show, but it had been shut down. The presenters, David and Sarah, had given him a piece of paper and sent him off to this place. He looked down again at the note:
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-Hello, dear friend of mine, David.
I think that Boromir should be, and is, MINE. I have a long standing ambition of world domination, but there's only so much that one girl can do. Boromir's ability to kill hundreds of orcs before dying will come in very handy when I "visit" the US congress. Also, his ability to have absolutely no resistance to temptation and evil will be very handy as I plan to make him my right-hand man and consort. Do I even need to mention how handy the fact that he is drop dead gorgeous is? Didn't think so.
Well, that is how owning Boromir will benefit me. Now for how me owning Boromir will benefit you.
When I have succeeded in conquering the world, I will make you the Minister for Fire. You will have access to every flammable chemical in my Army's arsenal, and I'll give you an East European country to try them out in. Oh, and you can have Wales as well. I'll also give you Terry Pratchett, the surviving members of Queen and as much LOTR merchandise as my crime syndicate can get hold of.
Do we have a deal?
Raven Firedragon
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Shaking his head at the strange language - what in Middle Earth was a 'Us Con Gress'? - he cleared his throat.
The girl in the chair seemed to notice him for the first time. As she turned in the chair - surely she must be a sorceress, to have a magically- spinning chair - he saw her eyes. They coruscated with all the colours of the rainbow, shifting from brown through green into startling clear blue.
"Ah, Boromir," she said, her voice tinted with sarcasm, "I'm glad you could make it."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but the modes of transport in this place confuse me. It took hours to get through the Valar-forsaken traffic."
"Ah, well, you're here now. Thank you, David."
She spoke the last to thin air. The warrior wondered what she was doing, until the voice of the presenter David came back.
"That's alright, Raven. Now, don't do anything silly with him. I'll expect a full report."
"You know me far too well."
"Of course. Don't die on me."
"I won't. I've got Boromir to protect me."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
She shook her head in exasperation, then hit a button which apparently stopped the presenter from speaking. Then she turned back to Boromir.
"So," she said, her eyes gleaming, "what shall we do first?"
Well? What d'you think? Is it worth me continuing, or should I just give the next bits to Raven? Why not review and tell me?
hS
Disclaimer: I don't own anything apart from David/Reaper and Sarah/Huntress. Sorry.
* * * *
Reaper: Yes, my only remaining letter is from this girl calling herself 'Raven Firedragon'. Any ideas?
Raven: I've never heard of it in my life.
Raven: Yes it's me idiot.
Reaper: Yes, I *knew* that. The question is, do you still want Boromir?
Raven: Go on then.
Raven: If you must give him to someone.
Reaper: Well, he does so want to be given out now, having been resurrected.
Raven: You can't go to all that trouble and not give him to anyone.
Reaper: I know, it wouldn't be fair.
* * * *
Boromir of Gondor stepped into the room where the Raven sat. Her jet black hair flowed over the back of the chair where she sat, facing away from him towards the bank of computer monitors.
The warrior stood by the door, wondering what to do. He hadn't been briefed on this. He was supposed to have been given over during the show, but it had been shut down. The presenters, David and Sarah, had given him a piece of paper and sent him off to this place. He looked down again at the note:
* * * *
-Hello, dear friend of mine, David.
I think that Boromir should be, and is, MINE. I have a long standing ambition of world domination, but there's only so much that one girl can do. Boromir's ability to kill hundreds of orcs before dying will come in very handy when I "visit" the US congress. Also, his ability to have absolutely no resistance to temptation and evil will be very handy as I plan to make him my right-hand man and consort. Do I even need to mention how handy the fact that he is drop dead gorgeous is? Didn't think so.
Well, that is how owning Boromir will benefit me. Now for how me owning Boromir will benefit you.
When I have succeeded in conquering the world, I will make you the Minister for Fire. You will have access to every flammable chemical in my Army's arsenal, and I'll give you an East European country to try them out in. Oh, and you can have Wales as well. I'll also give you Terry Pratchett, the surviving members of Queen and as much LOTR merchandise as my crime syndicate can get hold of.
Do we have a deal?
Raven Firedragon
* * * *
Shaking his head at the strange language - what in Middle Earth was a 'Us Con Gress'? - he cleared his throat.
The girl in the chair seemed to notice him for the first time. As she turned in the chair - surely she must be a sorceress, to have a magically- spinning chair - he saw her eyes. They coruscated with all the colours of the rainbow, shifting from brown through green into startling clear blue.
"Ah, Boromir," she said, her voice tinted with sarcasm, "I'm glad you could make it."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but the modes of transport in this place confuse me. It took hours to get through the Valar-forsaken traffic."
"Ah, well, you're here now. Thank you, David."
She spoke the last to thin air. The warrior wondered what she was doing, until the voice of the presenter David came back.
"That's alright, Raven. Now, don't do anything silly with him. I'll expect a full report."
"You know me far too well."
"Of course. Don't die on me."
"I won't. I've got Boromir to protect me."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
She shook her head in exasperation, then hit a button which apparently stopped the presenter from speaking. Then she turned back to Boromir.
"So," she said, her eyes gleaming, "what shall we do first?"
Well? What d'you think? Is it worth me continuing, or should I just give the next bits to Raven? Why not review and tell me?
hS