From: albert@bcm.tmc.edu (Rick Jones) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [KQ] Marcel [The Great Mother of All Battles 2.5] there's no place... Date: 28 Oct 1992 23:08:48 GMT Message-ID: <1cn6i0INNjdf@gazette.bcm.tmc.edu> Marcel and the Howling Demon continued their battle. The creature was wounded and still reeling from the dual effects of Lightbringer's attacks and Marcel's Miracle of Binding. Seeing the vital opening, Marcel slashed across, severing the creature's head. It's head continued to howl, but it's body slumped to the floor, oozing a sickly green ichor. [There can be only one, nu?] "N O T A N O T H E R O F M Y C H I L D R E N." wailed the Great Mother. She reached out with a fraction of her mental power and twisted. *** *** *** * * * * * * . . . . . . "Are ya okay, Markie?" The rich baritone voice cleared the darkness in Marcel's mind. His eyes fluttered, and his [MARCEL?] vision resolved into a handsome, if somewhat oily and rougish face. "Guido?" asked Marcel. [CAN YOU HEAR ME?] "You were expecting Doc [WAKE UP,] Mobius maybe?" he asked. Another face [SCHMUCK.] hovered into view, this one an attractive Japanese woman. "That Reality Storm was pretty nasty, you've been out for hours." "Yoshiko?" he asked. "Geez, the mook's gone whacko on us again.I'll get Pandora."Guido walked out of Marcel's field of vision. He started to sit up. "Hei, you should remain still. We know you've got this _thing_ about magic, but without her spells, you would be sushi." "Help me up, please," asked Marcel. "And where am I?" /Rabbi?.... ... Rabbi?/ "And the Rabbi's shut down."A high pitched voice answered, "that soul bottle was broken, I'm afraid. You should just lie still."A small female figure with miniature [NO, I'M STILL HERE.] wings flew in and landed on Marcel's chest. "Just let me [WINGS, LIKE AZZAR'S] whip up a minor heal, [TATTOO OF A BUTTERFLY] and you'll be ready [WEREN'T THEY PRETTY?] [RAVAGONS, THEY LOOK] to whip a Ravagon with [LIKE THE SCREECH] one hand tied behind [DEMON, DON'T THEY?] your back.""No,that's okay,I just need rest. Where-?" "A hospital, ya mo-ron," answered Guido,"Where else?Let Pandora fix you, for [NO, DON'T LET HER DO] Heaven's sake," The [IT. THEY'LL TAKE YOU] gangster walked over [OVER.] [NO, THAT'S ME.] to a window. "Here,this [DON'T LET HIM] is too bright."He pulled [CLOSE THE WINDOW] the string. "Thank you, Lady Pandora, but I will heal myself in my own way." "You're too tired," she answered. "Let her do it. We'll miss the boat." "Where are we [A BOAT, LIKE CAPTAIN] going?" inquired Marcel. [YOU REMEMBER HIM,THE] "Home to [*GENERICA*] [NO THEY'RE NOT] Magna Veritas. We're taking you home. Marcel looked up at the TV screen which suddenly switched on. [THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE] "Let me cast the spell.." [REALLY SEEING!] begged Pandora. On the TV was some old fantasy movie. A pretty young woman was [HEY, SHE KINDA] throwing rocks at a slime [LOOKS LIKE] monster. However, a zombie was [CLAUDINE, YOU] [CLAUDINE.] sneaking up behind her. It's [MUST REMEMBER.] arms reached out for her neck... "CLAUDINE!" shouted Marcel. Oblivious to the battle around him, he charged over towards Rook, and tackled the creatre. He quickly rolled to his feet and hacked the prone zombie to bits. He then looked around, remembering where he was. [Glad to have you back, kid.] /Thank you, Rabbi./ "Thanks," said Rook, warily watching around for more attacking creatures. "You're welcome." [She _does_ look like Claudine, doesn't she. Lucky for you....] /And for her./ -- Rick Jones Systems Support Center albert@bcm.tmc.edu Baylor College of Medicine Voice: 713-798-7352 standard disclaimers apply "Does THIS look inanimate to you, punk?" Audrey II, Little Shop of Horrors