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Subject: Tom Black #5: Undesirable Alien Posted Mon Apr 14, 2008 at 06:22:04 pm EDT |
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Tom Black #5: Undesirable Alien
In which Tom is particularly unwanted except by the wrong people.
The OPS agents were waiting for Tom as he came out of the elevator. “Thomas Black?†asked Abby St Germain, for form’s sake since she recognised the subject from his security dossier. She showed her badge. “I’m Special Agent St Germain of the Office of Paranormal Security. This is Special Agent Dawes.â€Â
Lester Dawes removed the magnum of champagne from the subject’s hand in case he turned violent. “If you’d just step into your hotel room for a moment, sir, we can talk in private.â€Â
“I was heading for my room anyway,†Tom Black pointed out, “but it wasn’t you I was intending a private chat with.â€Â
“We just have some routine questions, Mr Black,†St Germain told him.
They flanked Tom back to his penthouse suite in the Croque D’or, Paradopolis’ most exclusive hotel casino. There was another pair of agents already in his room, keeping an eye on Regret of the Damned.
“I wish you’d warn me when you’re wanting to do group,†the demon temptress told her employer. “We’re almost out of videotape.â€Â
“Have they told you why they’re bothering us yet?†Tom wondered, “or are they hoping to make us nervous and put us off guard by keeping us in suspense?†He kicked off his shoes and launched himself to land on his back on the king-sized bed where Regret was already reclined.
“We’re acting upon information received that you may have an unregistered metahuman power,†Agent Dawes explained in an official humourless monotone. He could recognise a smart-ass when he saw one.
“Received from whom?†Black demanded. He didn’t expect them to tell him, but it was fun to make them explain that.
“We can’t reveal our sources,†Abby St Germain answered.
“It’s like the Spanish Inquisition all over again!†Regret said delightedly. “I confess to having intercourse with the devil. Lots of them.â€Â
“Perhaps you would be so good as to move into the next room, ma’am?†suggested Dawes. “This is a private interview.â€Â
“Ms Kiskilla is my private secretary,†Tom explained. “But not my amanuensis. We have sex. I require her to stay as a witness. I wouldn’t want my civil rights infringed. I wouldn’t even know what to pack for a trip to Guantanamo Bay. Bathing trunks, maybe?â€Â
“According to our sources, ‘Ms Kiskilla’ is of extraplanar origin and has no entrance visa to the United States of America,†noted St Germain.
Regret gestured with her thumb. “Top drawer of the nightstand,†she offered. “Underneath the cat-o-nine-tails and the baby oil. U.S. Passport, citizenship papers, the works.†She smiled sweetly at the OPS agents. “I had to work very hard with a number of judges and senators to get them. I’m very proud that I became an American the old fashioned way.â€Â
“If this is an official interview I might also wish to have my attorney present,†suggested Tom Black.
“This is just a preliminary enquiry, sir, to determine whether you do indeed have unregistered metahuman traits,†Dawes pressed on.
“I thought Special Resolution 1066 had been repealed?†objected Regret.
“There are still provisions to log and register foreign nationals with metahuman abilities visiting our shores,†St Germain clarified. “Mr Black is here on a tourist visa, and he didn’t declare any superhuman gifts or undergo any of the consequent appropriate clearance procedures to ensure public safety.â€Â
“I didn’t have any metahuman gifts when I came to your country,†Black argued. “If I’ve picked any up since I came here then it’s your country’s fault. I might sue.â€Â
“Who set you up to do this?†demanded Regret angrily, glaring at the OPS personnel. “Simonides Slaughter? Mumphrey Wilton? The Lair Legion?â€Â
“If you could just answer the question, sir,†persisted Dawes. “Do you possess metahuman abilities? And please bear in mind that we have the right to undertake a battery of tests to determine whether you are concealing the truth.â€Â
Black grinned at them. “When are you going to tell me that my visa’s revoked and I’m going to be deported?†He could tell from the agents’ faces that he’d jumped one step ahead again.
“You have been deemed an undesirable alien,†agreed Special Agent St Germain. “Your access to the United States has been terminated. After this interview you will be escorted to the airport and placed on a flight back to your native England.â€Â
“And I think this interview is just about done,†Black told the government men. “I’ll go and pack, shall I? I hope you haven’t creased any of my suits while you were searching my suite.â€Â
“We’re going to England?†Regret perked up. “I love to travel.â€Â
“You’re staying here,†Tom told her in a low whisper. “I’ve got a job for you to do.â€Â
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Transatlantic flight BA-19957 left the main terminus of PD-X Airport at 2217 local time, heading straight for Heathrow. An air marshal escorted Tom to his seat and made sure he was on board when the plane took off. Tom had annoyed his security detail by upgrading his seat to Executive Class but he arranged for a bottle of poor-quality champagne to be sent back to them in Economy.
He watched the lights of Paradopolis fading in the distance then reached into his pocket for his slimline mobile phone. The tiniest application of luminous green kaos energy scrambled it to thwart any surveillance before he dialled a number.
It was almost quarter to six in the evening London but Nick Bosco was still at his desk. Tom knew his former co-worker’s habits. Nick preferred to work late to avoid the rush on the tube.
“Section Z,†came back the reply. “Codewords please.â€Â
“Nick you bastard, it’s me Tom. Codewords are ‘I know all about that little trollop on the Old Kent Road and your wife doesn’t.’â€Â
“Tom? Tom Black?â€Â
“How many other Toms have had to cut you free from the handcuffs and find where your pants have been hidden?â€Â
“Tom, this isn’t that secure a line.â€Â
“It is now. Trust me.â€Â
“Not in a billion years.†Nick Bosco swallowed hard. “Tom, I don’t think I’m supposed to speak with you. You’ve been flagged as a risk.â€Â
“Too bad, Nick. Because if you don’t keep me occupied with a nice long chat I’ll have to dial somebody else. Managing Editor of the Daily Star, perhaps? Or the Sun? ‘Secret spy love-nest scandal. Home secretary asked questions in the House.’â€Â
“You know we could stop any such nonsense ever seeing print,†Nick argued. “That’s what D-notices are for.â€Â
“And you know that always costs in the long run, and there’s only so many fat Fleet Street editors lusting for knighthoods. I don’t think having to co-ordinate such a big cover-up is going to make Bradbury love you any more, is it?â€Â
Nick shuddered at the idea of Sir Ian Isaac Bradbury’s reaction to having to bail a senior intelligence analyst out of some kind of sordid press story. “Technically you’re still on Department Z staff,†Bosco argued. “And you’ll always be covered by the Official Secrets Act.â€Â
“You and a tart in a walk-up knocking shop isn’t an official secret,†Black countered with a chuckle. “Besides, I’ve been flagged as a risk. You said so.â€Â
Nick sighed as he realised that every conversation with Tom Black ended like this, with Bosco’s utter surrender. “What do you want?†he asked, trying not to whimper.
“Oh, there’s all kind of files on a few old supervillains I’ll be needing a squint at,†Tom suggested. “I’ll text you a list to send to a dead drop later. Nothing that’ll compromise Her Majesty, I promise. Some Badripoor stuff. Something called a Judas Box. But for now I want to know why I’m flagged and whether old Ian set me up to get shipped back to Blighty.â€Â
“Sir Ian’s not going to tell me if he arranged for your deportation,†Nick countered.
“But you knew I’ve been deported,†noted Tom. “So you’ll know if I’m to expect any kind of reception when I land.â€Â
“Well… I did hear that Project: Pendragon might have scrambled a team.â€Â
“Containment or sanction?â€Â
“I don’t know. Honestly, Tom. They seem to be anxious to see you, that’s for sure.â€Â
“Okay Nick. You’ve been really helpful. I’ll send you some more instructions later.â€Â
“Later? There’s not going to be a later, Tom. There’s a Pendragon team with your name on it waiting at the terminal. I just hope to God they shoot you before you can confess how much I’ve breached security talking to you.â€Â
“Yeah, best wishes to you too. And the lovely wife. Bye, Nick.†Tom Black ended the call then reclined his seat and had a doze.
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Tom was awoken by the olive-skinned man sitting down next to him. “Mister Black?†the newcomer ventured. “Mister Black, may I speak with you?â€Â
Tom glanced at the clock at the front of the cabin. 02:21 EST. Even though that made it only twenty past nine in London most of the travellers were still on US body clocks and were dozing in their chairs. The flight was due to land in about an hour.
“Mister Black, I am Saladiya Hussein abd Ramah. I work for the Egyptian government.â€Â
“I know. I saw you watching me when I was brought on board. I noticed as you slipped that knock-out pill in the coffee of the air marshal I’m not supposed to have spotted two rows back. I’ve been listening in on your phone conversations with Egyptian Intelligence Services for the last half hour.â€Â
“Then you will know I am truly who I say I am. I’m your contact.â€Â
“Everyone seems to want contact with me these days. It must be my new aftershave.â€Â
“Mister Black, you must know by now that the Americans and your own government do not mean you well. You must know that you are flying towards imprisonment at best, perhaps death.â€Â
“Or they might just want to take me to tea at Downing Street,†Black suggested. “It could happen.â€Â
“Mister Black, we warned you that this thing would happen. That your own spies would turn against you. That the gift you have received would make you an outcast amongst your own.â€Â
“I am very interested how you know about that,†Tom admitted. “I’m especially interested in what you know about the ‘gift I have received’.â€Â
“Then you will do well to accept the invitation that I bring from my government, Mister Black. We know things about the ‘kaos energies’ within you that you do not. We know something of the history of the item you seek, this Judas Box. And we have a high place in our society for a man who would wield the powers it has conferred for the good of our nation.â€Â
Tom considered this while he unwrapped a travel mint. “I require a little bit more information before I decide. Be honest with me. Who’s behind this? Who’s really running the show in Egypt these days?â€Â
Saladiya abd Ramar shifted uncomfortably. “Mister Black, you were an intelligence officer. You know who is the power in our country once again.â€Â
“I still want to hear you say it. There’s all kinds of unconfirmed rumours. Strange stories that came out during the Parody War. You were the only nation except Candia that suffered no casualties from Avawarrior raids. Over the last couple of years your internal politics have become so stable and quiet that your tourist industry is up 70%. But there’s something else, isn’t there? Something behind all that.â€Â
“This is a public place, Mister Black, even if most people here appear to be sleeping. I cannot discuss this with you here and now. If you will come to Egypt, meet with our leader…â€Â
“Tell me who your leader is, abd Ramar. Give me a name. Tell me who he is so I know why he’s interested in having me on his team.â€Â
The emissary paled some more then leaned in close. He mouthed the words so quietly that almost no sound came out from his lips. “My master, lord of the Upper and the Lower Nile, secret ruler of Egypt, is the deathless sorcerer-king Koo Koo Ka Choo.â€Â
Tom allowed himself a satisfied smirk. “Take me to your leader,†he said.
“We have a… a team awaiting at Heathrow airport,†abd Ramar told him. “They will neutralise whatever measures the British have put in place and…â€Â
“Really no need for that,†Black interrupted. “I think we can convince this plane to take us to Cairo.â€Â
He leaned back, peeling off a dozen witchfire orbs, each a little packet of malevolent sentience, and cast them out to locate and possess the key navigation controls of the aircraft. A few moments later, to its flight crew’s horror, the Boeing 717 changed course and set a new vector for Northern Africa. It completely ignored the frantic pilot and rose to 30,000 feet making a beeline for Egypt.
Tom Black ignored the panic and opened a packet of peanuts.
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In a stately temple carved with bas-reliefs of crocodiles and serpents doing obscene things to each other, the lord of the Upper and the Lower Nile, secret ruler of Egypt, the deathless sorcerer-king Koo Koo Ka Choo sat in state and considered the secrets of the universe laid out before him on an orrery tray. He was a tall bronzed man, bald except for the white scalp locks which trailed almost to the floor. His fingernails were preternaturally long, and although he looked like a robust handsome man there was about him the faint smell of decay.
He looked up from his studies as one of his priests approached him. “There is word from adb Ramah, O master,†the acolyte reported with a very deep bow. “The Westerner Black has accepted the invitation.â€Â
“Very good,†answered the deathless mage, rising from his throne and stepping past the pale lifeless chained women crouching at its base. “Very good indeed. Be sure to prepare the appropriate welcome.â€Â
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In a wood-panelled Whitehall office distinguished only by its complete disregard for a national workplace smoking ban, Sir Ian Isaac Bradbury pushed a button on a silver plastic 1950s intercom to end the call he’d just taken. He looked across the curved desk at his guest and tapped out his pipe. “They you are, then,†the head of Department Z and Project: Pendragon said. “They’ve taken the bait. Black is in.â€Â
“Jolly good,†replied Sir Mumphrey Wilton. “Set a bastard to catch a bastard, what?â€Â
***
In a seedy walk-in on Ditko and Ploog the lights were still on despite it being well past the witching hour. Alto Tumour opened his Second Hand Occult Books and Postcards store late two nights a week to cater for those clients who didn’t enjoy direct sunlight. Very few of them were undead. Most just didn’t get up well in the mornings. Many of them were more allergic to soap than garlic.
Regret of the Damned walked past the late night browsers with a superb contempt, her red four-inch heels clicking across the crunchy carpet. She ignored the staring Alto who sat transfixed by her little red dress and she headed straight for the alcove under the stairs which doubled as the business office for Gothametropolis’ cheapest exorcist and occult lifestyle counsellor.
The young man with the unruly shock of hair down over his eyes looked up with amazement as the hot brunette interrupted his tax returns.
“Vincent De Soth,†announced Regret Kiskilla. “I want you.â€Â
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Continued in Tom Black #6: The Dreaming Sands
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“You know, nasty little footnotes such as yourself always get their comeuppance.â€Â
Tom Black accidentally became suffused with evil kaos energies that allow him to possess and control objects and people after discovering an artefact known as the Judas Box amongst the possessions of his evil ancestor. Now the former British intelligence analyst seeks to master the power before it masters him – and before his enemies slaughter him like a dog. Tom’s previous adventures are chronicled in Tom Black #1, #2, #3, and #4.
Regret of the Damned claims to have once been a human woman, but has certainly been moulded to be a succubus temptress in the pits of hell. She is currently a refugee seeking political asylum on Earth rather than go back and face the terrible vengeance of the demon lord Sage Grimpenghast whom she betrayed.
The Office for Paranormal Security is the US Government Agency tasked with keeping tabs on superhuman entities and events. Agents Dawes and St Germain first debuted in Mr Epitome #1.
Special Resolution 1066 was the Act of Congress which compelled all metahumans to register their powers and submit to government supervision. It has since been overturned in the Supreme Court.
Sir Ian Isaac Bradbury is a senior British intelligence officer, head of Department Z and Project: Pendragon. Rumour has it that he was once a CrazySugarFreakHero! in the 1950s.
Koo Koo Ka Choo is a deathless ancient Egyptian sorcerer, awoken from his slumbers several years back, who has used his magic and his control over the undead to become the secret ruler of Egypt. More of him next time. He first appeared in http://www.geocities.com/parodyverse/stories/amazingtales24.html">Amazing Tales #24, http://www.geocities.com/parodyverse/stories/amazingtales25.html">#25 and http://www.geocities.com/parodyverse/stories/amazingtales26.html">#26 by Amazing Guy.
Vincent “Vinny†De Soth is the despised white sheep of the De Soth clan of occultist and black magicians. Vinny ekes a living as an exorcist and occult lifestyle consultant from a walk-in storefront in Hogan, GMY.
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Subject: I can't understand why he doesn't make more friends... [Re: Occult espionage and international intrigue from... the Hooded Hood] Posted Mon Apr 14, 2008 at 07:04:22 pm EDT |
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...well, aside from the fact that he's an insufferable jerk. Still, it works for the circles he seems to be traveling in. Lots of interesting intrigue in this one, from the levels of espionage at work (not sure quite yet if Tom is working with his former government or doesn't realize that he sort of is...) to the political situation in Egypt.
I look forward to seeing more, especially of Regret and Vinnie, two characters of which I'm quite fond. Bring on the next chapter!
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Subject: You know, Regret could do to be a little less demure.... [Re: Occult espionage and international intrigue from... the Hooded Hood] Posted Mon Apr 14, 2008 at 07:32:42 pm EDT |
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So glad to see this continuing! I enjoyed the political maneuverings on both sides, and look forward to seeing Black matching wits with Koo Koo Ka Chu (who I always thought was one of AG's best villains).
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Subject: Perhaps he's just misunderstood? [Re: Visionary] Posted Mon Apr 14, 2008 at 07:35:30 pm EDT |
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> ...well, aside from the fact that he's an insufferable jerk. Still, it works for the circles he seems to be traveling in.
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Yes, I can see why Tom wouldn't be your favourite character. Vinnie's much closer to the Visionary end of the scale. One day those two will have to meet.
> Lots of interesting intrigue in this one, from the levels of espionage at work (not sure quite yet if Tom is working with his former government or doesn't realize that he sort of is...) to the political situation in Egypt.
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I've been waiting for a long time for AG to address the situation he set up in Egypt. When it became evident that wasn't likely in the near future I decided it was time to have a go myself. Scott's seen this and the next chapter, which is as much as I've got written so far of a story I except to take four chapters to complete.
However, caveat lector, since I'm becoming reluctant to write Parodyverse material for diminishing audiences, and I reserve the right no abandon this storyline if people aren't reading it.
> I look forward to seeing more, especially of Regret and Vinnie, two characters of which I'm quite fond. Bring on the next chapter!
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I'm fond of Vinnie too. In my original pre-vanishing-posters gameplan I expected him to also guest appear in Deadeyes before we pick up his story again as he seeks a date for his family reunion weekend. I hope we can still get that far.
The date? So many possibilities, but candidates might include Liu Xi, Ruby Waver, Regret of the Damned, Champagne, Marie Murcheson, or Urthula Underess. Votes?
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Subject: I'm still waiting for that pic Dancer promised me about two years ago. [Re: killer shrike] Posted Mon Apr 14, 2008 at 07:45:37 pm EDT |
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> So glad to see this continuing! I enjoyed the political maneuverings on both sides, and look forward to seeing Black matching wits with Koo Koo Ka Chu (who I always though was one of AG's best villains).
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Scott saw Koo as a mixture of Kulan Gath and the title character from "the Mummy", so I've tried to build that in to my interpretation next time.
What I've had to think more carefully about is how to address the fact that Koo effectively took over Egypt five years or so back in PV-time, but nobody seems to have noticed. I'm pretty sure that the LL would have been involved before now otherwise.
Likewise, Koo hasn't recently gone after Pigeonwoman, whom he believed to be a reincarnation of the lost princess involved in his original demise. I didn't want to have to recap too much of that, since it was complex and also somewhat derivative of DC's Hawkman mythos. On the other hand it was a significant motivator in Koo's original appearance. Since Scott's not posted the end of his Crisis series I'm also not clear on the current status of Pigeonman and Pigeonwoman. I believe they're probably currently dead, pending reincarnation, but we don't know for sure. Anyway, people can judge whether I manage to skirt those issues sufficiently to keep things moving without disrespecting the source material.
I'm not a big expert on DC anyhow. What's the current status of Hawkman and Hawkwoman? The last stuff I read about them was the Johns run that established that all Hawkmen were in fact the same Hawkman.
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Subject: I'm sure of you twisted Vizh's arm he could be persuaded to draw one [Re: HH] Posted Mon Apr 14, 2008 at 07:56:19 pm EDT |
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> What I've had to think more carefully about is how to address the fact that Koo effectively took over Egypt five years or so back in PV-time, but nobody seems to have noticed. I'm pretty sure that the LL would have been involved before now otherwise.
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Well, they allow Thighmaster to keep ruling his country, not to mention they still let Caph practice slavery, so I can see how they might not get involved in other country's political affairs unless its actively doing something nasty elsewhere.
> I'm not a big expert on DC anyhow. What's the current status of Hawkman and Hawkwoman? The last stuff I read about them was the Johns run that established that all Hawkmen were in fact the same Hawkman.
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I think that's still true. There have been other DC characters throughout history that were also reincarnations of Katar Hol (including the Arthurian legend Silent Knight and masked Wild West gunslinger Nighthawk)
Hawkgirl is pretty much in the same boat, except there was a Thanagarian known as Hawkwoman who was not a reincarnation. She was killed during one part of DC's last big mega event.
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Subject: Wow, he turned into a jerk... [Re: Occult espionage and international intrigue from... the Hooded Hood] Posted Mon Apr 14, 2008 at 08:10:25 pm EDT (Viewed 687 times) |
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I wasn't aware that Kaos Energy turned a person into a complete jerk too. Just when we thought he was going to be polite and rise above his family name.
I'm curious as to what Sir Mumphrey is up to. Keeping him busy? Keeping him working for the good guys without him realizing it?
And Liu Xi is going to be very disappointed in Vinnie De Soth. After she thought he was so nice and decent too, and taking the time to make friends with him.
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Subject: Underhanded intrigue, with some characters I hadn't expected to see again. :) [Re: Occult espionage and international intrigue from... the Hooded Hood] Posted Mon Apr 14, 2008 at 09:00:10 pm EDT (Viewed 664 times) |
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Subject: I keep meaning to stop using characters where I need to negotiate my plots but I consistently backslide. [Re: CrazySugarFreakBoy!] Posted Mon Apr 14, 2008 at 09:08:25 pm EDT |
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Subject: Turned into? [Re: Anime Jason] Posted Mon Apr 14, 2008 at 09:13:36 pm EDT |
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> I wasn't aware that Kaos Energy turned a person into a complete jerk too. Just when we thought he was going to be polite and rise above his family name.
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The corrupting influence if kaos energies aside, what exactly has poor Tom done that's not in reaction to other people trying to screw him?
He didn't ask to get his kaos powers. He didn't ask to get grilled by G-Men or extradited. He didn't ask to get blacklisted by his agency and placed on either an incarceration or death list. He didn't ask to get recruited by Koo Koo Ka Choo. So looking at it that way, what's he done wrong?
> I'm curious as to what Sir Mumphrey is up to. Keeping him busy? Keeping him working for the good guys without him realizing it?
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Pretty much. He's putting two of his bad eggs in the same basket.
> And Liu Xi is going to be very disappointed in Vinnie De Soth. After she thought he was so nice and decent too, and taking the time to make friends with him.
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What's poor Vinnie done now? He's only had someone call at his shop!
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Subject: But Vizh only draws pictures of hot female characters who don't wear... hmm. Point. [Re: killer shrike] Posted Mon Apr 14, 2008 at 09:19:15 pm EDT |
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> > What I've had to think more carefully about is how to address the fact that Koo effectively took over Egypt five years or so back in PV-time, but nobody seems to have noticed. I'm pretty sure that the LL would have been involved before now otherwise.
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> Well, they allow Thighmaster to keep ruling his country, not to mention they still let Caph practice slavery, so I can see how they might not get involved in other country's political affairs unless its actively doing something nasty elsewhere.
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True. There might be some kind of provision for that in their UN charter.
On the other hand, the LL probably would intervene if there was a metahuman attempt to take over an existing government. If Ultizon decides to conquer Montenegro they'd be on the first LairJet out there. If they learned that the Supreme Interference was working behind the scenes running Spain they'd feel obliged to intervene. Yet they didn't involve themselves in Sybia or Spango or Candia, even when the U.S Government went in to Sybia. It's interesting to work out exactly where the line is.
> > I'm not a big expert on DC anyhow. What's the current status of Hawkman and Hawkwoman? The last stuff I read about them was the Johns run that established that all Hawkmen were in fact the same Hawkman.
> I think that's still true. There have been other DC characters throughout history that were also reincarnations of Katar Hol (including the Arthurian legend Silent Knight and masked Wild West gunslinger Nighthawk)
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I knew about Nighthawk and Cinnamon but I wasn't aware of the Silent Knight connection.
> Hawkgirl is pretty much in the same boat, except there was a Thanagarian known as Hawkwoman who was not a reincarnation. She was killed during one part of DC's last big mega event.
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Having the same role and name as a more established superhero is eventual suicide.
Of course Superman might need a new name and costume soon too, depending on how the Shuster court case goes.
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Subject: I don't think he was a smart-ass. I think he needed to be ruder. [Re: Occult espionage and international intrigue from... the Hooded Hood] Posted Mon Apr 14, 2008 at 09:33:24 pm EDT |
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> Tom Black #5: Undesirable Alien
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> In which Tom is particularly unwanted except by the wrong people.
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> The OPS agents were waiting for Tom as he came out of the elevator. “Thomas Black?†asked Abby St Germain, for form’s sake since she recognised the subject from his security dossier. She showed her badge. “I’m Special Agent St Germain of the Office of Paranormal Security. This is Special Agent Dawes.â€Â
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> Lester Dawes removed the magnum of champagne from the subject’s hand in case he turned violent. “If you’d just step into your hotel room for a moment, sir, we can talk in private.â€Â
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> “I was heading for my room anyway,†Tom Black pointed out, “but it wasn’t you I was intending a private chat with.â€Â
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> “We just have some routine questions, Mr Black,†St Germain told him.
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> They flanked Tom back to his penthouse suite in the Croque D’or, Paradopolis’ most exclusive hotel casino. There was another pair of agents already in his room, keeping an eye on Regret of the Damned.
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> “I wish you’d warn me when you’re wanting to do group,†the demon temptress told her employer. “We’re almost out of videotape.â€Â
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> “Have they told you why they’re bothering us yet?†Tom wondered, “or are they hoping to make us nervous and put us off guard by keeping us in suspense?†He kicked off his shoes and launched himself to land on his back on the king-sized bed where Regret was already reclined.
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> “We’re acting upon information received that you may have an unregistered metahuman power,†Agent Dawes explained in an official humourless monotone. He could recognise a smart-ass when he saw one.
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> “Received from whom?†Black demanded. He didn’t expect them to tell him, but it was fun to make them explain that.
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> “We can’t reveal our sources,†Abby St Germain answered.
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> “It’s like the Spanish Inquisition all over again!†Regret said delightedly. “I confess to having intercourse with the devil. Lots of them.â€Â
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> “Perhaps you would be so good as to move into the next room, ma’am?†suggested Dawes. “This is a private interview.â€Â
>
> “Ms Kiskilla is my private secretary,†Tom explained. “But not my amanuensis. We have sex. I require her to stay as a witness. I wouldn’t want my civil rights infringed. I wouldn’t even know what to pack for a trip to Guantanamo Bay. Bathing trunks, maybe?â€Â
>
> “According to our sources, ‘Ms Kiskilla’ is of extraplanar origin and has no entrance visa to the United States of America,†noted St Germain.
>
> Regret gestured with her thumb. “Top drawer of the nightstand,†she offered. “Underneath the cat-o-nine-tails and the baby oil. U.S. Passport, citizenship papers, the works.†She smiled sweetly at the OPS agents. “I had to work very hard with a number of judges and senators to get them. I’m very proud that I became an American the old fashioned way.â€Â
>
> “If this is an official interview I might also wish to have my attorney present,†suggested Tom Black.
>
> “This is just a preliminary enquiry, sir, to determine whether you do indeed have unregistered metahuman traits,†Dawes pressed on.
>
> “I thought Special Resolution 1066 had been repealed?†objected Regret.
>
> “There are still provisions to log and register foreign nationals with metahuman abilities visiting our shores,†St Germain clarified. “Mr Black is here on a tourist visa, and he didn’t declare any superhuman gifts or undergo any of the consequent appropriate clearance procedures to ensure public safety.â€Â
>
> “I didn’t have any metahuman gifts when I came to your country,†Black argued. “If I’ve picked any up since I came here then it’s your country’s fault. I might sue.â€Â
>
> “Who set you up to do this?†demanded Regret angrily, glaring at the OPS personnel. “Simonides Slaughter? Mumphrey Wilton? The Lair Legion?â€Â
>
> “If you could just answer the question, sir,†persisted Dawes. “Do you possess metahuman abilities? And please bear in mind that we have the right to undertake a battery of tests to determine whether you are concealing the truth.â€Â
>
> Black grinned at them. “When are you going to tell me that my visa’s revoked and I’m going to be deported?†He could tell from the agents’ faces that he’d jumped one step ahead again.
>
> “You have been deemed an undesirable alien,†agreed Special Agent St Germain. “Your access to the United States has been terminated. After this interview you will be escorted to the airport and placed on a flight back to your native England.â€Â
>
> “And I think this interview is just about done,†Black told the government men. “I’ll go and pack, shall I? I hope you haven’t creased any of my suits while you were searching my suite.â€Â
>
> “We’re going to England?†Regret perked up. “I love to travel.â€Â
>
> “You’re staying here,†Tom told her in a low whisper. “I’ve got a job for you to do.â€Â
>
> ***
>
> Transatlantic flight BA-19957 left the main terminus of PD-X Airport at 2217 local time, heading straight for Heathrow. An air marshal escorted Tom to his seat and made sure he was on board when the plane took off. Tom had annoyed his security detail by upgrading his seat to Executive Class but he arranged for a bottle of poor-quality champagne to be sent back to them in Economy.
>
> He watched the lights of Paradopolis fading in the distance then reached into his pocket for his slimline mobile phone. The tiniest application of luminous green kaos energy scrambled it to thwart any surveillance before he dialled a number.
>
> It was almost quarter to six in the evening London but Nick Bosco was still at his desk. Tom knew his former co-worker’s habits. Nick preferred to work late to avoid the rush on the tube.
>
> “Section Z,†came back the reply. “Codewords please.â€Â
>
> “Nick you bastard, it’s me Tom. Codewords are ‘I know all about that little trollop on the Old Kent Road and your wife doesn’t.’â€Â
>
> “Tom? Tom Black?â€Â
>
> “How many other Toms have had to cut you free from the handcuffs and find where your pants have been hidden?â€Â
>
> “Tom, this isn’t that secure a line.â€Â
>
> “It is now. Trust me.â€Â
>
> “Not in a billion years.†Nick Bosco swallowed hard. “Tom, I don’t think I’m supposed to speak with you. You’ve been flagged as a risk.â€Â
>
> “Too bad, Nick. Because if you don’t keep me occupied with a nice long chat I’ll have to dial somebody else. Managing Editor of the Daily Star, perhaps? Or the Sun? ‘Secret spy love-nest scandal. Home secretary asked questions in the House.’â€Â
>
> “You know we could stop any such nonsense ever seeing print,†Nick argued. “That’s what D-notices are for.â€Â
>
> “And you know that always costs in the long run, and there’s only so many fat Fleet Street editors lusting for knighthoods. I don’t think having to co-ordinate such a big cover-up is going to make Bradbury love you any more, is it?â€Â
>
> Nick shuddered at the idea of Sir Ian Isaac Bradbury’s reaction to having to bail a senior intelligence analyst out of some kind of sordid press story. “Technically you’re still on Department Z staff,†Bosco argued. “And you’ll always be covered by the Official Secrets Act.â€Â
>
> “You and a tart in a walk-up knocking shop isn’t an official secret,†Black countered with a chuckle. “Besides, I’ve been flagged as a risk. You said so.â€Â
>
> Nick sighed as he realised that every conversation with Tom Black ended like this, with Bosco’s utter surrender. “What do you want?†he asked, trying not to whimper.
>
> “Oh, there’s all kind of files on a few old supervillains I’ll be needing a squint at,†Tom suggested. “I’ll text you a list to send to a dead drop later. Nothing that’ll compromise Her Majesty, I promise. Some Badripoor stuff. Something called a Judas Box. But for now I want to know why I’m flagged and whether old Ian set me up to get shipped back to Blighty.â€Â
>
> “Sir Ian’s not going to tell me if he arranged for your deportation,†Nick countered.
>
> “But you knew I’ve been deported,†noted Tom. “So you’ll know if I’m to expect any kind of reception when I land.â€Â
>
> “Well… I did hear that Project: Pendragon might have scrambled a team.â€Â
>
> “Containment or sanction?â€Â
>
> “I don’t know. Honestly, Tom. They seem to be anxious to see you, that’s for sure.â€Â
>
> “Okay Nick. You’ve been really helpful. I’ll send you some more instructions later.â€Â
>
> “Later? There’s not going to be a later, Tom. There’s a Pendragon team with your name on it waiting at the terminal. I just hope to God they shoot you before you can confess how much I’ve breached security talking to you.â€Â
>
> “Yeah, best wishes to you too. And the lovely wife. Bye, Nick.†Tom Black ended the call then reclined his seat and had a doze.
>
> ***
>
> Tom was awoken by the olive-skinned man sitting down next to him. “Mister Black?†the newcomer ventured. “Mister Black, may I speak with you?â€Â
>
> Tom glanced at the clock at the front of the cabin. 02:21 EST. Even though that made it only twenty past nine in London most of the travellers were still on US body clocks and were dozing in their chairs. The flight was due to land in about an hour.
>
> “Mister Black, I am Saladiya Hussein abd Ramah. I work for the Egyptian government.â€Â
>
> “I know. I saw you watching me when I was brought on board. I noticed as you slipped that knock-out pill in the coffee of the air marshal I’m not supposed to have spotted two rows back. I’ve been listening in on your phone conversations with Egyptian Intelligence Services for the last half hour.â€Â
>
> “Then you will know I am truly who I say I am. I’m your contact.â€Â
>
> “Everyone seems to want contact with me these days. It must be my new aftershave.â€Â
>
> “Mister Black, you must know by now that the Americans and your own government do not mean you well. You must know that you are flying towards imprisonment at best, perhaps death.â€Â
>
> “Or they might just want to take me to tea at Downing Street,†Black suggested. “It could happen.â€Â
>
> “Mister Black, we warned you that this thing would happen. That your own spies would turn against you. That the gift you have received would make you an outcast amongst your own.â€Â
>
> “I am very interested how you know about that,†Tom admitted. “I’m especially interested in what you know about the ‘gift I have received’.â€Â
>
> “Then you will do well to accept the invitation that I bring from my government, Mister Black. We know things about the ‘kaos energies’ within you that you do not. We know something of the history of the item you seek, this Judas Box. And we have a high place in our society for a man who would wield the powers it has conferred for the good of our nation.â€Â
>
> Tom considered this while he unwrapped a travel mint. “I require a little bit more information before I decide. Be honest with me. Who’s behind this? Who’s really running the show in Egypt these days?â€Â
>
> Saladiya abd Ramar shifted uncomfortably. “Mister Black, you were an intelligence officer. You know who is the power in our country once again.â€Â
>
> “I still want to hear you say it. There’s all kinds of unconfirmed rumours. Strange stories that came out during the Parody War. You were the only nation except Candia that suffered no casualties from Avawarrior raids. Over the last couple of years your internal politics have become so stable and quiet that your tourist industry is up 70%. But there’s something else, isn’t there? Something behind all that.â€Â
>
> “This is a public place, Mister Black, even if most people here appear to be sleeping. I cannot discuss this with you here and now. If you will come to Egypt, meet with our leader…â€Â
>
> “Tell me who your leader is, abd Ramar. Give me a name. Tell me who he is so I know why he’s interested in having me on his team.â€Â
>
> The emissary paled some more then leaned in close. He mouthed the words so quietly that almost no sound came out from his lips. “My master, lord of the Upper and the Lower Nile, secret ruler of Egypt, is the deathless sorcerer-king Koo Koo Ka Choo.â€Â
>
> Tom allowed himself a satisfied smirk. “Take me to your leader,†he said.
>
> “We have a… a team awaiting at Heathrow airport,†abd Ramar told him. “They will neutralise whatever measures the British have put in place and…â€Â
>
> “Really no need for that,†Black interrupted. “I think we can convince this plane to take us to Cairo.â€Â
>
> He leaned back, peeling off a dozen witchfire orbs, each a little packet of malevolent sentience, and cast them out to locate and possess the key navigation controls of the aircraft. A few moments later, to its flight crew’s horror, the Boeing 717 changed course and set a new vector for Northern Africa. It completely ignored the frantic pilot and rose to 30,000 feet making a beeline for Egypt.
>
> Tom Black ignored the panic and opened a packet of peanuts.
>
> ***
>
> In a stately temple carved with bas-reliefs of crocodiles and serpents doing obscene things to each other, the lord of the Upper and the Lower Nile, secret ruler of Egypt, the deathless sorcerer-king Koo Koo Ka Choo sat in state and considered the secrets of the universe laid out before him on an orrery tray. He was a tall bronzed man, bald except for the white scalp locks which trailed almost to the floor. His fingernails were preternaturally long, and although he looked like a robust handsome man there was about him the faint smell of decay.
>
> He looked up from his studies as one of his priests approached him. “There is word from adb Ramah, O master,†the acolyte reported with a very deep bow. “The Westerner Black has accepted the invitation.â€Â
>
> “Very good,†answered the deathless mage, rising from his throne and stepping past the pale lifeless chained women crouching at its base. “Very good indeed. Be sure to prepare the appropriate welcome.â€Â
>
> ***
>
> In a wood-panelled Whitehall office distinguished only by its complete disregard for a national workplace smoking ban, Sir Ian Isaac Bradbury pushed a button on a silver plastic 1950s intercom to end the call he’d just taken. He looked across the curved desk at his guest and tapped out his pipe. “They you are, then,†the head of Department Z and Project: Pendragon said. “They’ve taken the bait. Black is in.â€Â
>
> “Jolly good,†replied Sir Mumphrey Wilton. “Set a bastard to catch a bastard, what?â€Â
>
> ***
>
> In a seedy walk-in on Ditko and Ploog the lights were still on despite it being well past the witching hour. Alto Tumour opened his Second Hand Occult Books and Postcards store late two nights a week to cater for those clients who didn’t enjoy direct sunlight. Very few of them were undead. Most just didn’t get up well in the mornings. Many of them were more allergic to soap than garlic.
>
> Regret of the Damned walked past the late night browsers with a superb contempt, her red four-inch heels clicking across the crunchy carpet. She ignored the staring Alto who sat transfixed by her little red dress and she headed straight for the alcove under the stairs which doubled as the business office for Gothametropolis’ cheapest exorcist and occult lifestyle counsellor.
>
> The young man with the unruly shock of hair down over his eyes looked up with amazement as the hot brunette interrupted his tax returns.
>
> “Vincent De Soth,†announced Regret Kiskilla. “I want you.â€Â
>
> ***
>
> Continued in Tom Black #6: The Dreaming Sands
>
> ***
>
> “You know, nasty little footnotes such as yourself always get their comeuppance.â€Â
>
> Tom Black accidentally became suffused with evil kaos energies that allow him to possess and control objects and people after discovering an artefact known as the Judas Box amongst the possessions of his evil ancestor. Now the former British intelligence analyst seeks to master the power before it masters him – and before his enemies slaughter him like a dog. Tom’s previous adventures are chronicled in Tom Black #1, #2, #3, and #4.
>
> Regret of the Damned claims to have once been a human woman, but has certainly been moulded to be a succubus temptress in the pits of hell. She is currently a refugee seeking political asylum on Earth rather than go back and face the terrible vengeance of the demon lord Sage Grimpenghast whom she betrayed.
>
> The Office for Paranormal Security is the US Government Agency tasked with keeping tabs on superhuman entities and events. Agents Dawes and St Germain first debuted in Mr Epitome #1.
>
> Special Resolution 1066 was the Act of Congress which compelled all metahumans to register their powers and submit to government supervision. It has since been overturned in the Supreme Court.
>
> Sir Ian Isaac Bradbury is a senior British intelligence officer, head of Department Z and Project: Pendragon. Rumour has it that he was once a CrazySugarFreakHero! in the 1950s.
>
> Koo Koo Ka Choo is a deathless ancient Egyptian sorcerer, awoken from his slumbers several years back, who has used his magic and his control over the undead to become the secret ruler of Egypt. More of him next time. He first appeared in http://www.geocities.com/parodyverse/stories/amazingtales24.html">Amazing Tales #24, http://www.geocities.com/parodyverse/stories/amazingtales25.html">#25 and http://www.geocities.com/parodyverse/stories/amazingtales26.html">#26 by Amazing Guy.
>
> Vincent “Vinny†De Soth is the despised white sheep of the De Soth clan of occultist and black magicians. Vinny ekes a living as an exorcist and occult lifestyle consultant from a walk-in storefront in Hogan, GMY.
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> Where's Where in the Parodyverse
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> > Tom Black #5: Undesirable Alien
> >
> > In which Tom is particularly unwanted except by the wrong people.
> >
> > The OPS agents were waiting for Tom as he came out of the elevator. “Thomas Black?†asked Abby St Germain, for form’s sake since she recognised the subject from his security dossier. She showed her badge. “I’m Special Agent St Germain of the Office of Paranormal Security. This is Special Agent Dawes.â€Â
> >
> > Lester Dawes removed the magnum of champagne from the subject’s hand in case he turned violent. “If you’d just step into your hotel room for a moment, sir, we can talk in private.â€Â
> >
> > “I was heading for my room anyway,†Tom Black pointed out, “but it wasn’t you I was intending a private chat with.â€Â
> >
> > “We just have some routine questions, Mr Black,†St Germain told him.
> >
> > They flanked Tom back to his penthouse suite in the Croque D’or, Paradopolis’ most exclusive hotel casino. There was another pair of agents already in his room, keeping an eye on Regret of the Damned.
> >
> > “I wish you’d warn me when you’re wanting to do group,†the demon temptress told her employer. “We’re almost out of videotape.â€Â
> >
> > “Have they told you why they’re bothering us yet?†Tom wondered, “or are they hoping to make us nervous and put us off guard by keeping us in suspense?†He kicked off his shoes and launched himself to land on his back on the king-sized bed where Regret was already reclined.
> >
> > “We’re acting upon information received that you may have an unregistered metahuman power,†Agent Dawes explained in an official humourless monotone. He could recognise a smart-ass when he saw one.
> >
> > “Received from whom?†Black demanded. He didn’t expect them to tell him, but it was fun to make them explain that.
> >
> > “We can’t reveal our sources,†Abby St Germain answered.
> >
> > “It’s like the Spanish Inquisition all over again!†Regret said delightedly. “I confess to having intercourse with the devil. Lots of them.â€Â
> >
> > “Perhaps you would be so good as to move into the next room, ma’am?†suggested Dawes. “This is a private interview.â€Â
> >
> > “Ms Kiskilla is my private secretary,†Tom explained. “But not my amanuensis. We have sex. I require her to stay as a witness. I wouldn’t want my civil rights infringed. I wouldn’t even know what to pack for a trip to Guantanamo Bay. Bathing trunks, maybe?â€Â
> >
> > “According to our sources, ‘Ms Kiskilla’ is of extraplanar origin and has no entrance visa to the United States of America,†noted St Germain.
> >
> > Regret gestured with her thumb. “Top drawer of the nightstand,†she offered. “Underneath the cat-o-nine-tails and the baby oil. U.S. Passport, citizenship papers, the works.†She smiled sweetly at the OPS agents. “I had to work very hard with a number of judges and senators to get them. I’m very proud that I became an American the old fashioned way.â€Â
> >
> > “If this is an official interview I might also wish to have my attorney present,†suggested Tom Black.
> >
> > “This is just a preliminary enquiry, sir, to determine whether you do indeed have unregistered metahuman traits,†Dawes pressed on.
> >
> > “I thought Special Resolution 1066 had been repealed?†objected Regret.
> >
> > “There are still provisions to log and register foreign nationals with metahuman abilities visiting our shores,†St Germain clarified. “Mr Black is here on a tourist visa, and he didn’t declare any superhuman gifts or undergo any of the consequent appropriate clearance procedures to ensure public safety.â€Â
> >
> > “I didn’t have any metahuman gifts when I came to your country,†Black argued. “If I’ve picked any up since I came here then it’s your country’s fault. I might sue.â€Â
> >
> > “Who set you up to do this?†demanded Regret angrily, glaring at the OPS personnel. “Simonides Slaughter? Mumphrey Wilton? The Lair Legion?â€Â
> >
> > “If you could just answer the question, sir,†persisted Dawes. “Do you possess metahuman abilities? And please bear in mind that we have the right to undertake a battery of tests to determine whether you are concealing the truth.â€Â
> >
> > Black grinned at them. “When are you going to tell me that my visa’s revoked and I’m going to be deported?†He could tell from the agents’ faces that he’d jumped one step ahead again.
> >
> > “You have been deemed an undesirable alien,†agreed Special Agent St Germain. “Your access to the United States has been terminated. After this interview you will be escorted to the airport and placed on a flight back to your native England.â€Â
> >
> > “And I think this interview is just about done,†Black told the government men. “I’ll go and pack, shall I? I hope you haven’t creased any of my suits while you were searching my suite.â€Â
> >
> > “We’re going to England?†Regret perked up. “I love to travel.â€Â
> >
> > “You’re staying here,†Tom told her in a low whisper. “I’ve got a job for you to do.â€Â
> >
> > ***
> >
> > Transatlantic flight BA-19957 left the main terminus of PD-X Airport at 2217 local time, heading straight for Heathrow. An air marshal escorted Tom to his seat and made sure he was on board when the plane took off. Tom had annoyed his security detail by upgrading his seat to Executive Class but he arranged for a bottle of poor-quality champagne to be sent back to them in Economy.
> >
> > He watched the lights of Paradopolis fading in the distance then reached into his pocket for his slimline mobile phone. The tiniest application of luminous green kaos energy scrambled it to thwart any surveillance before he dialled a number.
> >
> > It was almost quarter to six in the evening London but Nick Bosco was still at his desk. Tom knew his former co-worker’s habits. Nick preferred to work late to avoid the rush on the tube.
> >
> > “Section Z,†came back the reply. “Codewords please.â€Â
> >
> > “Nick you bastard, it’s me Tom. Codewords are ‘I know all about that little trollop on the Old Kent Road and your wife doesn’t.’â€Â
> >
> > “Tom? Tom Black?â€Â
> >
> > “How many other Toms have had to cut you free from the handcuffs and find where your pants have been hidden?â€Â
> >
> > “Tom, this isn’t that secure a line.â€Â
> >
> > “It is now. Trust me.â€Â
> >
> > “Not in a billion years.†Nick Bosco swallowed hard. “Tom, I don’t think I’m supposed to speak with you. You’ve been flagged as a risk.â€Â
> >
> > “Too bad, Nick. Because if you don’t keep me occupied with a nice long chat I’ll have to dial somebody else. Managing Editor of the Daily Star, perhaps? Or the Sun? ‘Secret spy love-nest scandal. Home secretary asked questions in the House.’â€Â
> >
> > “You know we could stop any such nonsense ever seeing print,†Nick argued. “That’s what D-notices are for.â€Â
> >
> > “And you know that always costs in the long run, and there’s only so many fat Fleet Street editors lusting for knighthoods. I don’t think having to co-ordinate such a big cover-up is going to make Bradbury love you any more, is it?â€Â
> >
> > Nick shuddered at the idea of Sir Ian Isaac Bradbury’s reaction to having to bail a senior intelligence analyst out of some kind of sordid press story. “Technically you’re still on Department Z staff,†Bosco argued. “And you’ll always be covered by the Official Secrets Act.â€Â
> >
> > “You and a tart in a walk-up knocking shop isn’t an official secret,†Black countered with a chuckle. “Besides, I’ve been flagged as a risk. You said so.â€Â
> >
> > Nick sighed as he realised that every conversation with Tom Black ended like this, with Bosco’s utter surrender. “What do you want?†he asked, trying not to whimper.
> >
> > “Oh, there’s all kind of files on a few old supervillains I’ll be needing a squint at,†Tom suggested. “I’ll text you a list to send to a dead drop later. Nothing that’ll compromise Her Majesty, I promise. Some Badripoor stuff. Something called a Judas Box. But for now I want to know why I’m flagged and whether old Ian set me up to get shipped back to Blighty.â€Â
> >
> > “Sir Ian’s not going to tell me if he arranged for your deportation,†Nick countered.
> >
> > “But you knew I’ve been deported,†noted Tom. “So you’ll know if I’m to expect any kind of reception when I land.â€Â
> >
> > “Well… I did hear that Project: Pendragon might have scrambled a team.â€Â
> >
> > “Containment or sanction?â€Â
> >
> > “I don’t know. Honestly, Tom. They seem to be anxious to see you, that’s for sure.â€Â
> >
> > “Okay Nick. You’ve been really helpful. I’ll send you some more instructions later.â€Â
> >
> > “Later? There’s not going to be a later, Tom. There’s a Pendragon team with your name on it waiting at the terminal. I just hope to God they shoot you before you can confess how much I’ve breached security talking to you.â€Â
> >
> > “Yeah, best wishes to you too. And the lovely wife. Bye, Nick.†Tom Black ended the call then reclined his seat and had a doze.
> >
> > ***
> >
> > Tom was awoken by the olive-skinned man sitting down next to him. “Mister Black?†the newcomer ventured. “Mister Black, may I speak with you?â€Â
> >
> > Tom glanced at the clock at the front of the cabin. 02:21 EST. Even though that made it only twenty past nine in London most of the travellers were still on US body clocks and were dozing in their chairs. The flight was due to land in about an hour.
> >
> > “Mister Black, I am Saladiya Hussein abd Ramah. I work for the Egyptian government.â€Â
> >
> > “I know. I saw you watching me when I was brought on board. I noticed as you slipped that knock-out pill in the coffee of the air marshal I’m not supposed to have spotted two rows back. I’ve been listening in on your phone conversations with Egyptian Intelligence Services for the last half hour.â€Â
> >
> > “Then you will know I am truly who I say I am. I’m your contact.â€Â
> >
> > “Everyone seems to want contact with me these days. It must be my new aftershave.â€Â
> >
> > “Mister Black, you must know by now that the Americans and your own government do not mean you well. You must know that you are flying towards imprisonment at best, perhaps death.â€Â
> >
> > “Or they might just want to take me to tea at Downing Street,†Black suggested. “It could happen.â€Â
> >
> > “Mister Black, we warned you that this thing would happen. That your own spies would turn against you. That the gift you have received would make you an outcast amongst your own.â€Â
> >
> > “I am very interested how you know about that,†Tom admitted. “I’m especially interested in what you know about the ‘gift I have received’.â€Â
> >
> > “Then you will do well to accept the invitation that I bring from my government, Mister Black. We know things about the ‘kaos energies’ within you that you do not. We know something of the history of the item you seek, this Judas Box. And we have a high place in our society for a man who would wield the powers it has conferred for the good of our nation.â€Â
> >
> > Tom considered this while he unwrapped a travel mint. “I require a little bit more information before I decide. Be honest with me. Who’s behind this? Who’s really running the show in Egypt these days?â€Â
> >
> > Saladiya abd Ramar shifted uncomfortably. “Mister Black, you were an intelligence officer. You know who is the power in our country once again.â€Â
> >
> > “I still want to hear you say it. There’s all kinds of unconfirmed rumours. Strange stories that came out during the Parody War. You were the only nation except Candia that suffered no casualties from Avawarrior raids. Over the last couple of years your internal politics have become so stable and quiet that your tourist industry is up 70%. But there’s something else, isn’t there? Something behind all that.â€Â
> >
> > “This is a public place, Mister Black, even if most people here appear to be sleeping. I cannot discuss this with you here and now. If you will come to Egypt, meet with our leader…â€Â
> >
> > “Tell me who your leader is, abd Ramar. Give me a name. Tell me who he is so I know why he’s interested in having me on his team.â€Â
> >
> > The emissary paled some more then leaned in close. He mouthed the words so quietly that almost no sound came out from his lips. “My master, lord of the Upper and the Lower Nile, secret ruler of Egypt, is the deathless sorcerer-king Koo Koo Ka Choo.â€Â
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> > Tom allowed himself a satisfied smirk. “Take me to your leader,†he said.
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> > “We have a… a team awaiting at Heathrow airport,†abd Ramar told him. “They will neutralise whatever measures the British have put in place and…â€Â
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> > “Really no need for that,†Black interrupted. “I think we can convince this plane to take us to Cairo.â€Â
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> > He leaned back, peeling off a dozen witchfire orbs, each a little packet of malevolent sentience, and cast them out to locate and possess the key navigation controls of the aircraft. A few moments later, to its flight crew’s horror, the Boeing 717 changed course and set a new vector for Northern Africa. It completely ignored the frantic pilot and rose to 30,000 feet making a beeline for Egypt.
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> > Tom Black ignored the panic and opened a packet of peanuts.
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> > ***
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> > In a stately temple carved with bas-reliefs of crocodiles and serpents doing obscene things to each other, the lord of the Upper and the Lower Nile, secret ruler of Egypt, the deathless sorcerer-king Koo Koo Ka Choo sat in state and considered the secrets of the universe laid out before him on an orrery tray. He was a tall bronzed man, bald except for the white scalp locks which trailed almost to the floor. His fingernails were preternaturally long, and although he looked like a robust handsome man there was about him the faint smell of decay.
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> > He looked up from his studies as one of his priests approached him. “There is word from adb Ramah, O master,†the acolyte reported with a very deep bow. “The Westerner Black has accepted the invitation.â€Â
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> > “Very good,†answered the deathless mage, rising from his throne and stepping past the pale lifeless chained women crouching at its base. “Very good indeed. Be sure to prepare the appropriate welcome.â€Â
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> > ***
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> > In a wood-panelled Whitehall office distinguished only by its complete disregard for a national workplace smoking ban, Sir Ian Isaac Bradbury pushed a button on a silver plastic 1950s intercom to end the call he’d just taken. He looked across the curved desk at his guest and tapped out his pipe. “They you are, then,†the head of Department Z and Project: Pendragon said. “They’ve taken the bait. Black is in.â€Â
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> > “Jolly good,†replied Sir Mumphrey Wilton. “Set a bastard to catch a bastard, what?â€Â
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> > ***
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> > In a seedy walk-in on Ditko and Ploog the lights were still on despite it being well past the witching hour. Alto Tumour opened his Second Hand Occult Books and Postcards store late two nights a week to cater for those clients who didn’t enjoy direct sunlight. Very few of them were undead. Most just didn’t get up well in the mornings. Many of them were more allergic to soap than garlic.
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> > Regret of the Damned walked past the late night browsers with a superb contempt, her red four-inch heels clicking across the crunchy carpet. She ignored the staring Alto who sat transfixed by her little red dress and she headed straight for the alcove under the stairs which doubled as the business office for Gothametropolis’ cheapest exorcist and occult lifestyle counsellor.
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> > The young man with the unruly shock of hair down over his eyes looked up with amazement as the hot brunette interrupted his tax returns.
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> > “Vincent De Soth,†announced Regret Kiskilla. “I want you.â€Â
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> > ***
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> > Continued in Tom Black #6: The Dreaming Sands
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> > ***
> >
> > “You know, nasty little footnotes such as yourself always get their comeuppance.â€Â
> >
> > Tom Black accidentally became suffused with evil kaos energies that allow him to possess and control objects and people after discovering an artefact known as the Judas Box amongst the possessions of his evil ancestor. Now the former British intelligence analyst seeks to master the power before it masters him – and before his enemies slaughter him like a dog. Tom’s previous adventures are chronicled in Tom Black #1, #2, #3, and #4.
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> > Regret of the Damned claims to have once been a human woman, but has certainly been moulded to be a succubus temptress in the pits of hell. She is currently a refugee seeking political asylum on Earth rather than go back and face the terrible vengeance of the demon lord Sage Grimpenghast whom she betrayed.
> >
> > The Office for Paranormal Security is the US Government Agency tasked with keeping tabs on superhuman entities and events. Agents Dawes and St Germain first debuted in Mr Epitome #1.
> >
> > Special Resolution 1066 was the Act of Congress which compelled all metahumans to register their powers and submit to government supervision. It has since been overturned in the Supreme Court.
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> > Sir Ian Isaac Bradbury is a senior British intelligence officer, head of Department Z and Project: Pendragon. Rumour has it that he was once a CrazySugarFreakHero! in the 1950s.
> >
> > Koo Koo Ka Choo is a deathless ancient Egyptian sorcerer, awoken from his slumbers several years back, who has used his magic and his control over the undead to become the secret ruler of Egypt. More of him next time. He first appeared in http://www.geocities.com/parodyverse/stories/amazingtales24.html">Amazing Tales #24, http://www.geocities.com/parodyverse/stories/amazingtales25.html">#25 and http://www.geocities.com/parodyverse/stories/amazingtales26.html">#26 by Amazing Guy.
> >
> > Vincent “Vinny†De Soth is the despised white sheep of the De Soth clan of occultist and black magicians. Vinny ekes a living as an exorcist and occult lifestyle consultant from a walk-in storefront in Hogan, GMY.
> >
> >
> > The Hooded Hood's Homepage of Doom
> > Who's Who in the Parodyverse
> > Where's Where in the Parodyverse
> >
> > ***
> >
> > Original concepts, characters, and situations copyright © 2007 reserved by Ian Watson. Other Parodyverse characters copyright © 2007 to their creators. The use of characters and situations reminiscent of other popular works do not constitute a challenge to the copyrights or trademarks of those works. The right of Ian Watson to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the UK Copyright, Designs & Patents Act 1988. All rights reserved. |
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Subject: Re: Turned into? [Re: HH with some defence] Posted Mon Apr 14, 2008 at 11:25:10 pm EDT (Viewed 792 times) |
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> The corrupting influence if kaos energies aside, what exactly has poor Tom done that's not in reaction to other people trying to screw him?
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> He didn't ask to get his kaos powers. He didn't ask to get grilled by G-Men or extradited. He didn't ask to get blacklisted by his agency and placed on either an incarceration or death list. He didn't ask to get recruited by Koo Koo Ka Choo. So looking at it that way, what's he done wrong?
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It's not what he's done, it's more his attitude. In contrast, Liu Xi has been nothing but kind and polite (in spite of occasional cursing) even though she's had her share of problems.
> > I'm curious as to what Sir Mumphrey is up to. Keeping him busy? Keeping him working for the good guys without him realizing it?
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> Pretty much. He's putting two of his bad eggs in the same basket.
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Isn't that dangerous?
> > And Liu Xi is going to be very disappointed in Vinnie De Soth. After she thought he was so nice and decent too, and taking the time to make friends with him.
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> What's poor Vinnie done now? He's only had someone call at his shop!
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That's what they all say.
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Subject: Re: Turned into? [Re: Anime Jason] Posted Mon Apr 14, 2008 at 11:57:47 pm EDT |
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> > The corrupting influence if kaos energies aside, what exactly has poor Tom done that's not in reaction to other people trying to screw him?
> > He didn't ask to get his kaos powers. He didn't ask to get grilled by G-Men or extradited. He didn't ask to get blacklisted by his agency and placed on either an incarceration or death list. He didn't ask to get recruited by Koo Koo Ka Choo. So looking at it that way, what's he done wrong?
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> It's not what he's done, it's more his attitude. In contrast, Liu Xi has been nothing but kind and polite (in spite of occasional cursing) even though she's had her share of problems.
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She did also burn a couple of people to death and murder an innocent woman in stasis to preserve the life of the god of murder. Snarky Tom hasn't killed anybody so far as we know. He was also pretty kind to Asil.
In fact if you take a look at the LL there are far more candidates for villainy than what we've seen Tom do so far.
> > > I'm curious as to what Sir Mumphrey is up to. Keeping him busy? Keeping him working for the good guys without him realizing it?
> > Pretty much. He's putting two of his bad eggs in the same basket.
> Isn't that dangerous?
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It's a calculated risk. Mumph has seen Tom's file.
> > > And Liu Xi is going to be very disappointed in Vinnie De Soth. After she thought he was so nice and decent too, and taking the time to make friends with him.
> > What's poor Vinnie done now? He's only had someone call at his shop!
> That's what they all say.
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Wait until we see Vinnie's reaction next time.
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Subject: Re: Turned into? [Re: HH] Posted Tue Apr 15, 2008 at 12:45:11 am EDT |
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In fact if you take a look at the LL there are far more candidates for villainy than what we've seen Tom do so far.
But he has a British accent. British accent= evil.
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Subject: Re: Turned into? [Re: HH] Posted Tue Apr 15, 2008 at 01:02:43 am EDT (Viewed 793 times) |
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> > It's not what he's done, it's more his attitude. In contrast, Liu Xi has been nothing but kind and polite (in spite of occasional cursing) even though she's had her share of problems.
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> She did also burn a couple of people to death and murder an innocent woman in stasis to preserve the life of the god of murder. Snarky Tom hasn't killed anybody so far as we know. He was also pretty kind to Asil.
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But Liu Xi was never rude about it though. She just accidentally burned to death one person and killed the woman in stasis because she believed it was for survival. Not because it made her feel powerful or superior.
> In fact if you take a look at the LL there are far more candidates for villainy than what we've seen Tom do so far.
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If you go that far you might also have to consider that the Psychic Samurai as an associate of a known criminal (as endlessly polite and patient she always is). And that Lara Night had a mysterious incident of having to kill someone but doesn't want to talk about it much - and she seems to understand the Hooded Hood a bit too much.
Speaking of which...Lara also happens to be an illegal with unregistered and powerful abilities. She might be difficult to deport though.
> > > > I'm curious as to what Sir Mumphrey is up to. Keeping him busy? Keeping him working for the good guys without him realizing it?
> > > Pretty much. He's putting two of his bad eggs in the same basket.
> > Isn't that dangerous?
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> It's a calculated risk. Mumph has seen Tom's file.
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Once again this brings up just where Lara Night would rate on Sir Mumphrey's threat scale - depending on how much he knows about what she's capable of, and what she's done in the past. Because she's friendly now, but if he's paranoid enough he might not believe she always will be, or suspect her of alternate motives. She does seem to understand the Hooded Hood a bit too much.
> > > > And Liu Xi is going to be very disappointed in Vinnie De Soth. After she thought he was so nice and decent too, and taking the time to make friends with him.
> > > What's poor Vinnie done now? He's only had someone call at his shop!
> > That's what they all say.
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> Wait until we see Vinnie's reaction next time.
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It's a tough one for him. Liu Xi is only his friend yet a loyal one...but he doesn't get a chance with a demon temptress too often. Though since he's into the dark arts he probably knows what she is and doesn't want to get himself in trouble. Or maybe he's just afraid Liu Xi will hurt him.
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Subject: Re: Turned into? [Re: Anime Jason] Posted Tue Apr 15, 2008 at 07:41:45 am EDT |
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> > > It's not what he's done, it's more his attitude. In contrast, Liu Xi has been nothing but kind and polite (in spite of occasional cursing) even though she's had her share of problems
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> > She did also burn a couple of people to death and murder an innocent woman in stasis to preserve the life of the god of murder. Snarky Tom hasn't killed anybody so far as we know. He was also pretty kind to Asil.
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> But Liu Xi was never rude about it though. She just accidentally burned to death one person and killed the woman in stasis because she believed it was for survival. Not because it made her feel powerful or superior.
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She politely burned someone to death?
And what about all the times she's hurled Chinese curses at people? That language was far from precise.
Tom doesn't need to be rude to feel powerful or superior. He feels powerful and superior al the time anyway.
> > In fact if you take a look at the LL there are far more candidates for villainy than what we've seen Tom do so far.
> If you go that far you might also have to consider that the Psychic Samurai as an associate of a known criminal (as endlessly polite and patient she always is). And that Lara Night had a mysterious incident of having to kill someone but doesn't want to talk about it much - and she seems to understand the Hooded Hood a bit too much.
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Exactly. Tom isn't a Lair Legion crony so he gets the crap while "protected" hot women get an easy pass.
> Speaking of which...Lara also happens to be an illegal with unregistered and powerful abilities. She might be difficult to deport though.
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I expect someone - probably the Librarian - has sorted Lara's paperwork out for her by now.
> Once again this brings up just where Lara Night would rate on Sir Mumphrey's threat scale - depending on how much he knows about what she's capable of, and what she's done in the past. Because she's friendly now, but if he's paranoid enough he might not believe she always will be, or suspect her of alternate motives. She does seem to understand the Hooded Hood a bit too much.
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There's probably a set of contingency plans to take down pretty much every powerful metahuman on the planet, and Mumph may have contributed to them. Having the plan and ever expecting to use it are different things of course, but given the number of times heroes get possessed, replaced by evil doubles etc. it seems like a neccessary precaution.
Lara's probably tagged as being vulnerable to poisons, gases, range sonics, biological agents, psionic assult - and bullets. Her psyche profile would indicate she'd likely be distracted by peril to apparent innocents; the old fake exploding baby trick would work on her.
> > > > > And Liu Xi is going to be very disappointed in Vinnie De Soth. After she thought he was so nice and decent too, and taking the time to make friends with him.
> > > > What's poor Vinnie done now? He's only had someone call at his shop!
> > > That's what they all say.
> > Wait until we see Vinnie's reaction next time.
> It's a tough one for him. Liu Xi is only his friend yet a loyal one...but he doesn't get a chance with a demon temptress too often. Though since he's into the dark arts he probably knows what she is and doesn't want to get himself in trouble. Or maybe he's just afraid Liu Xi will hurt him.
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Vinnie's not unfamiliar with hot demon women; see next time.
Of course, Regret has already been enslaved to Vinnie's father.
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Subject: Re: Turned into? [Re: killer shrike] Posted Tue Apr 15, 2008 at 07:42:25 am EDT |
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> In fact if you take a look at the LL there are far more candidates for villainy than what we've seen Tom do so far.
> But he has a British accent. British accent= evil.
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But we don't have accents.
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Subject: Re: Turned into? [Re: HH] Posted Tue Apr 15, 2008 at 08:37:09 am EDT (Viewed 622 times) |
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> > But Liu Xi was never rude about it though. She just accidentally burned to death one person and killed the woman in stasis because she believed it was for survival. Not because it made her feel powerful or superior.
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> She politely burned someone to death?
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No, accidentally. But she wasn't rude before that. The point is she's not behaving maliciously, laughing at someone and then burning them to death - it's more an act of desperation.
> And what about all the times she's hurled Chinese curses at people? That language was far from precise.
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That's after she's already angry. She may be polite most of the time, but she lacks the polished composure of the Psychic Samurai.
> Tom doesn't need to be rude to feel powerful or superior. He feels powerful and superior al the time anyway.
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That's exactly it - by that measure, Liu Xi should feel superior all the time too, because she does have the power to enforce it. Instead she tries to keep her friends and make new ones.
> > If you go that far you might also have to consider that the Psychic Samurai as an associate of a known criminal (as endlessly polite and patient she always is). And that Lara Night had a mysterious incident of having to kill someone but doesn't want to talk about it much - and she seems to understand the Hooded Hood a bit too much.
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> Exactly. Tom isn't a Lair Legion crony so he gets the crap while "protected" hot women get an easy pass.
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Both of those women would take exception to being considered a Lair Legion crony. Especially Chiaki, who worked hard on her own to make a name for herself.
And that's exactly the point Chiaki would make. There are no free passes - she worked hard to get where she is, and to become trusted. She would expect no less from Tom Black. Chiaki has no sympathy for the corner he painted himself into.
Lara, on the other hand, might agree she had it easier than most, but she would also partly agree with Chiaki - that Tom might feel rejected by the LL but he isn't really helping his case either. Of course she's also the type who would have tried to give him a chance right up until he behaved like a jerk.
> > Speaking of which...Lara also happens to be an illegal with unregistered and powerful abilities. She might be difficult to deport though.
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> I expect someone - probably the Librarian - has sorted Lara's paperwork out for her by now.
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That's somewhere Lara would point out the benefits of being nice to people.
> There's probably a set of contingency plans to take down pretty much every powerful metahuman on the planet, and Mumph may have contributed to them. Having the plan and ever expecting to use it are different things of course, but given the number of times heroes get possessed, replaced by evil doubles etc. it seems like a neccessary precaution.
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> Lara's probably tagged as being vulnerable to poisons, gases, range sonics, biological agents, psionic assult - and bullets. Her psyche profile would indicate she'd likely be distracted by peril to apparent innocents; the old fake exploding baby trick would work on her.
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Lara also has experience none of the other would-be conquerors had a chance to: She has seen what it takes for Shema to remain in control of her universe. Lara knows it doesn't take raw power to do that, it takes amazing foresight and extreme planning, juggling millions of factors and predicting the outcomes. That she'll admit she's not capable of. It's the primary reason she keeps to small-time, because she knows she can handle that.
She's also probably peripherally aware that the Lair Legion and probably the government are researching ways to destroy her just in case. That's just part of the job, so she's not really offended by it.
What would really give her a crisis of loyalty is if the Lair Legion has a seemingly good reason to take over the universe by force, and asks for her help. That's a sensitive subject for her, because if she refuses to help she would expect the Lair Legion to respect that - but she would also worry that her help could save so many lives, because her use of power could be so focused and precise (teleporting in and obliterating different worlds' leaders would be quick and relatively painless, vs assaulting or threatening each planet directly). They would need a damn good reason to convince her, and she would probably ask them to promise they would give up the power when the need is over.
> > It's a tough one for him. Liu Xi is only his friend yet a loyal one...but he doesn't get a chance with a demon temptress too often. Though since he's into the dark arts he probably knows what she is and doesn't want to get himself in trouble. Or maybe he's just afraid Liu Xi will hurt him.
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> Vinnie's not unfamiliar with hot demon women; see next time.
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> Of course, Regret has already been enslaved to Vinnie's father.
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Now the only remaining problem is explaining it to Liu Xi. Even as a friend she expects better from him.
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Subject: Well, I'm no longer conflicted over whether to like Tom or not [Re: Occult espionage and international intrigue from... the Hooded Hood] Posted Tue Apr 15, 2008 at 09:01:24 am EDT (Viewed 616 times) |
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Subject: Re: Turned into? [Re: HH with some defence] Posted Tue Apr 15, 2008 at 12:37:25 pm EDT |
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> > I wasn't aware that Kaos Energy turned a person into a complete jerk too. Just when we thought he was going to be polite and rise above his family name.
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> The corrupting influence if kaos energies aside, what exactly has poor Tom done that's not in reaction to other people trying to screw him?
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> He didn't ask to get his kaos powers. He didn't ask to get grilled by G-Men or extradited. He didn't ask to get blacklisted by his agency and placed on either an incarceration or death list. He didn't ask to get recruited by Koo Koo Ka Choo. So looking at it that way, what's he done wrong?
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Well, he did blackmail a friend and hijack a passenger plane this chapter...
I think the point Jason is making, though, is that the agents and air marshalls and whatnot that he deals with in this chapter aren't the ones who asked for any of this either. They're just people doing their jobs. If Dancer was in his place, she would probably talk to the guys back in coach who were ordered to make sure she made her flight, and sympathize that they had to fly halfway across the world and miss their daughter's dance recital in order to watch over her extradition, while Black just goes out of his way to be obnoxious to them. Of course, Dancer's a special case, but still.
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Subject: Re: Turned into? [Re: Visionary] Posted Tue Apr 15, 2008 at 01:12:02 pm EDT |
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> Well, he did blackmail a friend and hijack a passenger plane this chapter...
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Isn't blackmailing friends a Lisa (ie "First Lady of the Lair Legion") trademark?
The "hijacking" of the plane certainly makes Tom a self serving scoundrel to be sure, but he hasn't done anything that makes him a hardcore villain.
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Subject: Then? I really like the quality of this but I also really don't like the length. [Re: Occult espionage and international intrigue from... the Hooded Hood] Posted Tue Apr 15, 2008 at 01:13:59 pm EDT |
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> Tom Black #5: Undesirable Alien
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> In which Tom is particularly unwanted except by the wrong people.
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> The OPS agents were waiting for Tom as he came out of the elevator. “Thomas Black?†asked Abby St Germain, for form’s sake since she recognised the subject from his security dossier. She showed her badge. “I’m Special Agent St Germain of the Office of Paranormal Security. This is Special Agent Dawes.â€Â
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> Lester Dawes removed the magnum of champagne from the subject’s hand in case he turned violent. “If you’d just step into your hotel room for a moment, sir, we can talk in private.â€Â
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> “I was heading for my room anyway,†Tom Black pointed out, “but it wasn’t you I was intending a private chat with.â€Â
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> “We just have some routine questions, Mr Black,†St Germain told him.
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> They flanked Tom back to his penthouse suite in the Croque D’or, Paradopolis’ most exclusive hotel casino. There was another pair of agents already in his room, keeping an eye on Regret of the Damned.
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> “I wish you’d warn me when you’re wanting to do group,†the demon temptress told her employer. “We’re almost out of videotape.â€Â
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> “Have they told you why they’re bothering us yet?†Tom wondered, “or are they hoping to make us nervous and put us off guard by keeping us in suspense?†He kicked off his shoes and launched himself to land on his back on the king-sized bed where Regret was already reclined.
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> “We’re acting upon information received that you may have an unregistered metahuman power,†Agent Dawes explained in an official humourless monotone. He could recognise a smart-ass when he saw one.
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> “Received from whom?†Black demanded. He didn’t expect them to tell him, but it was fun to make them explain that.
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> “We can’t reveal our sources,†Abby St Germain answered.
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> “It’s like the Spanish Inquisition all over again!†Regret said delightedly. “I confess to having intercourse with the devil. Lots of them.â€Â
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> “Perhaps you would be so good as to move into the next room, ma’am?†suggested Dawes. “This is a private interview.â€Â
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> “Ms Kiskilla is my private secretary,†Tom explained. “But not my amanuensis. We have sex. I require her to stay as a witness. I wouldn’t want my civil rights infringed. I wouldn’t even know what to pack for a trip to Guantanamo Bay. Bathing trunks, maybe?â€Â
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> Regret gestured with her thumb. “Top drawer of the nightstand,†she offered. “Underneath the cat-o-nine-tails and the baby oil. U.S. Passport, citizenship papers, the works.†She smiled sweetly at the OPS agents. “I had to work very hard with a number of judges and senators to get them. I’m very proud that I became an American the old fashioned way.â€Â
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> “I didn’t have any metahuman gifts when I came to your country,†Black argued. “If I’ve picked any up since I came here then it’s your country’s fault. I might sue.â€Â
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> “Who set you up to do this?†demanded Regret angrily, glaring at the OPS personnel. “Simonides Slaughter? Mumphrey Wilton? The Lair Legion?â€Â
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> “If you could just answer the question, sir,†persisted Dawes. “Do you possess metahuman abilities? And please bear in mind that we have the right to undertake a battery of tests to determine whether you are concealing the truth.â€Â
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> Black grinned at them. “When are you going to tell me that my visa’s revoked and I’m going to be deported?†He could tell from the agents’ faces that he’d jumped one step ahead again.
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> “You have been deemed an undesirable alien,†agreed Special Agent St Germain. “Your access to the United States has been terminated. After this interview you will be escorted to the airport and placed on a flight back to your native England.â€Â
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> “And I think this interview is just about done,†Black told the government men. “I’ll go and pack, shall I? I hope you haven’t creased any of my suits while you were searching my suite.â€Â
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> “We’re going to England?†Regret perked up. “I love to travel.â€Â
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> “You’re staying here,†Tom told her in a low whisper. “I’ve got a job for you to do.â€Â
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> Transatlantic flight BA-19957 left the main terminus of PD-X Airport at 2217 local time, heading straight for Heathrow. An air marshal escorted Tom to his seat and made sure he was on board when the plane took off. Tom had annoyed his security detail by upgrading his seat to Executive Class but he arranged for a bottle of poor-quality champagne to be sent back to them in Economy.
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> It was almost quarter to six in the evening London but Nick Bosco was still at his desk. Tom knew his former co-worker’s habits. Nick preferred to work late to avoid the rush on the tube.
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> “Section Z,†came back the reply. “Codewords please.â€Â
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> “Nick you bastard, it’s me Tom. Codewords are ‘I know all about that little trollop on the Old Kent Road and your wife doesn’t.’â€Â
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> “Tom? Tom Black?â€Â
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> “How many other Toms have had to cut you free from the handcuffs and find where your pants have been hidden?â€Â
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> “Tom, this isn’t that secure a line.â€Â
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> “It is now. Trust me.â€Â
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> “Not in a billion years.†Nick Bosco swallowed hard. “Tom, I don’t think I’m supposed to speak with you. You’ve been flagged as a risk.â€Â
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> “Too bad, Nick. Because if you don’t keep me occupied with a nice long chat I’ll have to dial somebody else. Managing Editor of the Daily Star, perhaps? Or the Sun? ‘Secret spy love-nest scandal. Home secretary asked questions in the House.’â€Â
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> “You know we could stop any such nonsense ever seeing print,†Nick argued. “That’s what D-notices are for.â€Â
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> “And you know that always costs in the long run, and there’s only so many fat Fleet Street editors lusting for knighthoods. I don’t think having to co-ordinate such a big cover-up is going to make Bradbury love you any more, is it?â€Â
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> Nick shuddered at the idea of Sir Ian Isaac Bradbury’s reaction to having to bail a senior intelligence analyst out of some kind of sordid press story. “Technically you’re still on Department Z staff,†Bosco argued. “And you’ll always be covered by the Official Secrets Act.â€Â
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> “You and a tart in a walk-up knocking shop isn’t an official secret,†Black countered with a chuckle. “Besides, I’ve been flagged as a risk. You said so.â€Â
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> Nick sighed as he realised that every conversation with Tom Black ended like this, with Bosco’s utter surrender. “What do you want?†he asked, trying not to whimper.
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> “Oh, there’s all kind of files on a few old supervillains I’ll be needing a squint at,†Tom suggested. “I’ll text you a list to send to a dead drop later. Nothing that’ll compromise Her Majesty, I promise. Some Badripoor stuff. Something called a Judas Box. But for now I want to know why I’m flagged and whether old Ian set me up to get shipped back to Blighty.â€Â
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> “Sir Ian’s not going to tell me if he arranged for your deportation,†Nick countered.
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> “But you knew I’ve been deported,†noted Tom. “So you’ll know if I’m to expect any kind of reception when I land.â€Â
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> “Well… I did hear that Project: Pendragon might have scrambled a team.â€Â
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> “Containment or sanction?â€Â
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> “I don’t know. Honestly, Tom. They seem to be anxious to see you, that’s for sure.â€Â
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> “Okay Nick. You’ve been really helpful. I’ll send you some more instructions later.â€Â
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> “Later? There’s not going to be a later, Tom. There’s a Pendragon team with your name on it waiting at the terminal. I just hope to God they shoot you before you can confess how much I’ve breached security talking to you.â€Â
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> “Yeah, best wishes to you too. And the lovely wife. Bye, Nick.†Tom Black ended the call then reclined his seat and had a doze.
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> Tom was awoken by the olive-skinned man sitting down next to him. “Mister Black?†the newcomer ventured. “Mister Black, may I speak with you?â€Â
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> Tom glanced at the clock at the front of the cabin. 02:21 EST. Even though that made it only twenty past nine in London most of the travellers were still on US body clocks and were dozing in their chairs. The flight was due to land in about an hour.
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> “Mister Black, I am Saladiya Hussein abd Ramah. I work for the Egyptian government.â€Â
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> “I know. I saw you watching me when I was brought on board. I noticed as you slipped that knock-out pill in the coffee of the air marshal I’m not supposed to have spotted two rows back. I’ve been listening in on your phone conversations with Egyptian Intelligence Services for the last half hour.â€Â
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> “Then you will know I am truly who I say I am. I’m your contact.â€Â
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> “Everyone seems to want contact with me these days. It must be my new aftershave.â€Â
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> “Mister Black, you must know by now that the Americans and your own government do not mean you well. You must know that you are flying towards imprisonment at best, perhaps death.â€Â
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> “Or they might just want to take me to tea at Downing Street,†Black suggested. “It could happen.â€Â
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> “Mister Black, we warned you that this thing would happen. That your own spies would turn against you. That the gift you have received would make you an outcast amongst your own.â€Â
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> “I am very interested how you know about that,†Tom admitted. “I’m especially interested in what you know about the ‘gift I have received’.â€Â
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> “Then you will do well to accept the invitation that I bring from my government, Mister Black. We know things about the ‘kaos energies’ within you that you do not. We know something of the history of the item you seek, this Judas Box. And we have a high place in our society for a man who would wield the powers it has conferred for the good of our nation.â€Â
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> Tom considered this while he unwrapped a travel mint. “I require a little bit more information before I decide. Be honest with me. Who’s behind this? Who’s really running the show in Egypt these days?â€Â
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> Saladiya abd Ramar shifted uncomfortably. “Mister Black, you were an intelligence officer. You know who is the power in our country once again.â€Â
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> “I still want to hear you say it. There’s all kinds of unconfirmed rumours. Strange stories that came out during the Parody War. You were the only nation except Candia that suffered no casualties from Avawarrior raids. Over the last couple of years your internal politics have become so stable and quiet that your tourist industry is up 70%. But there’s something else, isn’t there? Something behind all that.â€Â
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> “This is a public place, Mister Black, even if most people here appear to be sleeping. I cannot discuss this with you here and now. If you will come to Egypt, meet with our leader…â€Â
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> “Tell me who your leader is, abd Ramar. Give me a name. Tell me who he is so I know why he’s interested in having me on his team.â€Â
>
> The emissary paled some more then leaned in close. He mouthed the words so quietly that almost no sound came out from his lips. “My master, lord of the Upper and the Lower Nile, secret ruler of Egypt, is the deathless sorcerer-king Koo Koo Ka Choo.â€Â
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> Tom allowed himself a satisfied smirk. “Take me to your leader,†he said.
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> “We have a… a team awaiting at Heathrow airport,†abd Ramar told him. “They will neutralise whatever measures the British have put in place and…â€Â
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> “Really no need for that,†Black interrupted. “I think we can convince this plane to take us to Cairo.â€Â
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> He leaned back, peeling off a dozen witchfire orbs, each a little packet of malevolent sentience, and cast them out to locate and possess the key navigation controls of the aircraft. A few moments later, to its flight crew’s horror, the Boeing 717 changed course and set a new vector for Northern Africa. It completely ignored the frantic pilot and rose to 30,000 feet making a beeline for Egypt.
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> Tom Black ignored the panic and opened a packet of peanuts.
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> ***
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> In a stately temple carved with bas-reliefs of crocodiles and serpents doing obscene things to each other, the lord of the Upper and the Lower Nile, secret ruler of Egypt, the deathless sorcerer-king Koo Koo Ka Choo sat in state and considered the secrets of the universe laid out before him on an orrery tray. He was a tall bronzed man, bald except for the white scalp locks which trailed almost to the floor. His fingernails were preternaturally long, and although he looked like a robust handsome man there was about him the faint smell of decay.
>
> He looked up from his studies as one of his priests approached him. “There is word from adb Ramah, O master,†the acolyte reported with a very deep bow. “The Westerner Black has accepted the invitation.â€Â
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> “Very good,†answered the deathless mage, rising from his throne and stepping past the pale lifeless chained women crouching at its base. “Very good indeed. Be sure to prepare the appropriate welcome.â€Â
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> ***
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> In a wood-panelled Whitehall office distinguished only by its complete disregard for a national workplace smoking ban, Sir Ian Isaac Bradbury pushed a button on a silver plastic 1950s intercom to end the call he’d just taken. He looked across the curved desk at his guest and tapped out his pipe. “They you are, then,†the head of Department Z and Project: Pendragon said. “They’ve taken the bait. Black is in.â€Â
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> “Jolly good,†replied Sir Mumphrey Wilton. “Set a bastard to catch a bastard, what?â€Â
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> ***
>
> In a seedy walk-in on Ditko and Ploog the lights were still on despite it being well past the witching hour. Alto Tumour opened his Second Hand Occult Books and Postcards store late two nights a week to cater for those clients who didn’t enjoy direct sunlight. Very few of them were undead. Most just didn’t get up well in the mornings. Many of them were more allergic to soap than garlic.
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> Regret of the Damned walked past the late night browsers with a superb contempt, her red four-inch heels clicking across the crunchy carpet. She ignored the staring Alto who sat transfixed by her little red dress and she headed straight for the alcove under the stairs which doubled as the business office for Gothametropolis’ cheapest exorcist and occult lifestyle counsellor.
>
> The young man with the unruly shock of hair down over his eyes looked up with amazement as the hot brunette interrupted his tax returns.
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> “Vincent De Soth,†announced Regret Kiskilla. “I want you.â€Â
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> ***
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> Continued in Tom Black #6: The Dreaming Sands
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> ***
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> “You know, nasty little footnotes such as yourself always get their comeuppance.â€Â
>
> Tom Black accidentally became suffused with evil kaos energies that allow him to possess and control objects and people after discovering an artefact known as the Judas Box amongst the possessions of his evil ancestor. Now the former British intelligence analyst seeks to master the power before it masters him – and before his enemies slaughter him like a dog. Tom’s previous adventures are chronicled in Tom Black #1, #2, #3, and #4.
>
> Regret of the Damned claims to have once been a human woman, but has certainly been moulded to be a succubus temptress in the pits of hell. She is currently a refugee seeking political asylum on Earth rather than go back and face the terrible vengeance of the demon lord Sage Grimpenghast whom she betrayed.
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> The Office for Paranormal Security is the US Government Agency tasked with keeping tabs on superhuman entities and events. Agents Dawes and St Germain first debuted in Mr Epitome #1.
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> Special Resolution 1066 was the Act of Congress which compelled all metahumans to register their powers and submit to government supervision. It has since been overturned in the Supreme Court.
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> Sir Ian Isaac Bradbury is a senior British intelligence officer, head of Department Z and Project: Pendragon. Rumour has it that he was once a CrazySugarFreakHero! in the 1950s.
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> Koo Koo Ka Choo is a deathless ancient Egyptian sorcerer, awoken from his slumbers several years back, who has used his magic and his control over the undead to become the secret ruler of Egypt. More of him next time. He first appeared in http://www.geocities.com/parodyverse/stories/amazingtales24.html">Amazing Tales #24, http://www.geocities.com/parodyverse/stories/amazingtales25.html">#25 and http://www.geocities.com/parodyverse/stories/amazingtales26.html">#26 by Amazing Guy.
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> Vincent “Vinny†De Soth is the despised white sheep of the De Soth clan of occultist and black magicians. Vinny ekes a living as an exorcist and occult lifestyle consultant from a walk-in storefront in Hogan, GMY.
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> The Hooded Hood's Homepage of Doom
> Who's Who in the Parodyverse
> Where's Where in the Parodyverse
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Subject: Re: Turned into? [Re: killer shrike] Posted Tue Apr 15, 2008 at 07:18:15 pm EDT |
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> > Well, he did blackmail a friend and hijack a passenger plane this chapter...
> >
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> Isn't blackmailing friends a Lisa (ie "First Lady of the Lair Legion") trademark?
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Indeed. And if there's an accounting of wrongs she's capable of, it's a fair checkmark on the list.
> The "hijacking" of the plane certainly makes Tom a self serving scoundrel to be sure, but he hasn't done anything that makes him a hardcore villain.
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Oh, I agree... I don't think he's a hardcore villain at all. I thought the topic was whether or not he was something of a jerk, and what actual transgressions he has done. He's not exactly innocent victim of circumstance now, is my only point.
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Subject: If so, he may want to hire someone who isn't from hell to serve as an interpreter for him... [Re: HH] Posted Tue Apr 15, 2008 at 08:03:43 pm EDT |
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> > ...well, aside from the fact that he's an insufferable jerk. Still, it works for the circles he seems to be traveling in.
>
> Yes, I can see why Tom wouldn't be your favourite character. Vinnie's much closer to the Visionary end of the scale. One day those two will have to meet.
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I don't know that two such characters have all that much ability to play off each other, but then I wouldn't want to discourage you from trying.
Jerks make for interesting leads, but they're tricky to write, certainly, if you want your audience to sympathize with them and not the people to which they're being jerks. Jerks who are also winners are really tough sells. I notice that most fictional jerks who are almost always right are portrayed as having miserable lives outside of their area of expertise... No ability to maintain meaningful relationships, no friends, drinking problems, etc.
Tom's currently in an inbetween stage... He's had a run of bad luck, no doubt, but it's not something that really makes me feel sorry for him yet. (At worst, he got a smoking hot demon temptress in his bed and massive powers... hard to pity him at this point.) The fact that he might still be capable of being manipulated gives him a vulnerability that makes him a bit more relatable... I'll be watching to see where he goes from here.
> I've been waiting for a long time for AG to address the situation he set up in Egypt. When it became evident that wasn't likely in the near future I decided it was time to have a go myself. Scott's seen this and the next chapter, which is as much as I've got written so far of a story I except to take four chapters to complete.
>
> However, caveat lector, since I'm becoming reluctant to write Parodyverse material for diminishing audiences, and I reserve the right no abandon this storyline if people aren't reading it.
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Fair enough, although it seems like responses are coming along now, at least.
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> > I look forward to seeing more, especially of Regret and Vinnie, two characters of which I'm quite fond. Bring on the next chapter!
>
> I'm fond of Vinnie too. In my original pre-vanishing-posters gameplan I expected him to also guest appear in Deadeyes before we pick up his story again as he seeks a date for his family reunion weekend. I hope we can still get that far.
>
> The date? So many possibilities, but candidates might include Liu Xi, Ruby Waver, Regret of the Damned, Champagne, Marie Murcheson, or Urthula Underess. Votes?
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Hmmmm... Lots of interesting choices there. I somehow doubt Vinnie is the one to make Urthula settle down, but I always enjoy her appearances and she does like a good party, I hear. Marie gives some fun options for Flapjack connections... and now I'd much rather see a story about him taking her to one of *his* family reunions. (Although that might be much too cruel to Marie.) I'd like to see Ruby again... not sure how that would work into her relationship with Tanner, but any developments there would be welcome. I have trouble imagining how Champagne would work as a date... she's such a loner character so far. And advancing things with Liu Xi would be fun to watch to...
Did that narrow it down any? No... I guess not.
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Subject: So you like him? [Re: Hatman] Posted Tue Apr 15, 2008 at 10:19:58 pm EDT |
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Subject: Re: Turned into? [Re: Anime Jason] Posted Tue Apr 15, 2008 at 10:31:50 pm EDT |
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> > > But Liu Xi was never rude about it though. She just accidentally burned to death one person and killed the woman in stasis because she believed it was for survival. Not because it made her feel powerful or superior.
> > She politely burned someone to death?
> No, accidentally. But she wasn't rude before that. The point is she's not behaving maliciously, laughing at someone and then burning them to death - it's more an act of desperation.
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I guess we're talking about two different things as well. Tom hasn't done anything as horrible as Liu Xi has yet, but he has shown an ascerbic disregard for the feelings of people who cross him.
> > And what about all the times she's hurled Chinese curses at people? That language was far from precise.
> That's after she's already angry. She may be polite most of the time, but she lacks the polished composure of the Psychic Samurai.
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So it's okay to be rude when you lose your temper but not otherwise?
> > Tom doesn't need to be rude to feel powerful or superior. He feels powerful and superior al the time anyway.
> That's exactly it - by that measure, Liu Xi should feel superior all the time too, because she does have the power to enforce it. Instead she tries to keep her friends and make new ones.
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Tom's meant to be a somewhat grey character, so he has to have significant flaws as well as some virtues.
> > Tom isn't a Lair Legion crony so he gets the crap while "protected" hot women get an easy pass.
> Both of those women would take exception to being considered a Lair Legion crony. Especially Chiaki, who worked hard on her own to make a name for herself.
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I'm speaking here from Tom's perspective, but also perhaps from that of some of the populace or the government. After all both women have taken up rent-free residence at the Lair Mansion, both have used association with the LL to avoid legal trouble, and both have attempted to establish romantic relationships with members of the team. You and I might know there's more to it than that, but from Tom's limited knowledge they're getting a deal he could never have.
> And that's exactly the point Chiaki would make. There are no free passes - she worked hard to get where she is, and to become trusted. She would expect no less from Tom Black. Chiaki has no sympathy for the corner he painted himself into.
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Tom's only real illegal act in these stories so far is to hijack a plane to dicert it from a destination where he knows there's a trap waiting for him.
> Lara, on the other hand, might agree she had it easier than most, but she would also partly agree with Chiaki - that Tom might feel rejected by the LL but he isn't really helping his case either. Of course she's also the type who would have tried to give him a chance right up until he behaved like a jerk.
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Tom's "jerkness" appears to be based upon him not liking being shaken down by G-Men or marked for sanctioning by his own government. It's not like he slapped a stewardess or anything.
> > There's probably a set of contingency plans to take down pretty much every powerful metahuman on the planet, and Mumph may have contributed to them.
> > Lara's probably tagged as being vulnerable to poisons, gases, range sonics, biological agents, psionic assult - and bullets. Her psyche profile would indicate she'd likely be distracted by peril to apparent innocents; the old fake exploding baby trick would work on her.
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> Lara also has experience none of the other would-be conquerors had a chance to: She has seen what it takes for Shema to remain in control of her universe. Lara knows it doesn't take raw power to do that, it takes amazing foresight and extreme planning, juggling millions of factors and predicting the outcomes. That she'll admit she's not capable of. It's the primary reason she keeps to small-time, because she knows she can handle that.
> She's also probably peripherally aware that the Lair Legion and probably the government are researching ways to destroy her just in case. That's just part of the job, so she's not really offended by it.
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There are undoubtedly plans to take down the LL too. In fact we saw some of them during SR 1066.
> What would really give her a crisis of loyalty is if the Lair Legion has a seemingly good reason to take over the universe by force, and asks for her help.
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That's unlikely though.
> > > It's a tough one for him. Liu Xi is only his friend yet a loyal one...but he doesn't get a chance with a demon temptress too often. Though since he's into the dark arts he probably knows what she is and doesn't want to get himself in trouble. Or maybe he's just afraid Liu Xi will hurt him.
> > Vinnie's not unfamiliar with hot demon women; see next time.
> > Of course, Regret has already been enslaved to Vinnie's father.
> Now the only remaining problem is explaining it to Liu Xi. Even as a friend she expects better from him.
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Better than what? So far we haven't even heard how he reacts to Regret walking into his office.
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Subject: It's the full length of all the other chapters in this series, around 2700 words. [Re: Rhiannon] Posted Tue Apr 15, 2008 at 10:33:15 pm EDT |
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> > Tom Black #5: Undesirable Alien
> >
> > In which Tom is particularly unwanted except by the wrong people.
> >
> > The OPS agents were waiting for Tom as he came out of the elevator. “Thomas Black?†asked Abby St Germain, for form’s sake since she recognised the subject from his security dossier. She showed her badge. “I’m Special Agent St Germain of the Office of Paranormal Security. This is Special Agent Dawes.â€Â
> >
> > Lester Dawes removed the magnum of champagne from the subject’s hand in case he turned violent. “If you’d just step into your hotel room for a moment, sir, we can talk in private.â€Â
> >
> > “I was heading for my room anyway,†Tom Black pointed out, “but it wasn’t you I was intending a private chat with.â€Â
> >
> > “We just have some routine questions, Mr Black,†St Germain told him.
> >
> > They flanked Tom back to his penthouse suite in the Croque D’or, Paradopolis’ most exclusive hotel casino. There was another pair of agents already in his room, keeping an eye on Regret of the Damned.
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> > “I wish you’d warn me when you’re wanting to do group,†the demon temptress told her employer. “We’re almost out of videotape.â€Â
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> > “Have they told you why they’re bothering us yet?†Tom wondered, “or are they hoping to make us nervous and put us off guard by keeping us in suspense?†He kicked off his shoes and launched himself to land on his back on the king-sized bed where Regret was already reclined.
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> > “We’re acting upon information received that you may have an unregistered metahuman power,†Agent Dawes explained in an official humourless monotone. He could recognise a smart-ass when he saw one.
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> > “Received from whom?†Black demanded. He didn’t expect them to tell him, but it was fun to make them explain that.
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> > “We can’t reveal our sources,†Abby St Germain answered.
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> > “It’s like the Spanish Inquisition all over again!†Regret said delightedly. “I confess to having intercourse with the devil. Lots of them.â€Â
> >
> > “Perhaps you would be so good as to move into the next room, ma’am?†suggested Dawes. “This is a private interview.â€Â
> >
> > “Ms Kiskilla is my private secretary,†Tom explained. “But not my amanuensis. We have sex. I require her to stay as a witness. I wouldn’t want my civil rights infringed. I wouldn’t even know what to pack for a trip to Guantanamo Bay. Bathing trunks, maybe?â€Â
> >
> > “According to our sources, ‘Ms Kiskilla’ is of extraplanar origin and has no entrance visa to the United States of America,†noted St Germain.
> >
> > Regret gestured with her thumb. “Top drawer of the nightstand,†she offered. “Underneath the cat-o-nine-tails and the baby oil. U.S. Passport, citizenship papers, the works.†She smiled sweetly at the OPS agents. “I had to work very hard with a number of judges and senators to get them. I’m very proud that I became an American the old fashioned way.â€Â
> >
> > “If this is an official interview I might also wish to have my attorney present,†suggested Tom Black.
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> > “This is just a preliminary enquiry, sir, to determine whether you do indeed have unregistered metahuman traits,†Dawes pressed on.
> >
> > “I thought Special Resolution 1066 had been repealed?†objected Regret.
> >
> > “There are still provisions to log and register foreign nationals with metahuman abilities visiting our shores,†St Germain clarified. “Mr Black is here on a tourist visa, and he didn’t declare any superhuman gifts or undergo any of the consequent appropriate clearance procedures to ensure public safety.â€Â
> >
> > “I didn’t have any metahuman gifts when I came to your country,†Black argued. “If I’ve picked any up since I came here then it’s your country’s fault. I might sue.â€Â
> >
> > “Who set you up to do this?†demanded Regret angrily, glaring at the OPS personnel. “Simonides Slaughter? Mumphrey Wilton? The Lair Legion?â€Â
> >
> > “If you could just answer the question, sir,†persisted Dawes. “Do you possess metahuman abilities? And please bear in mind that we have the right to undertake a battery of tests to determine whether you are concealing the truth.â€Â
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> > Black grinned at them. “When are you going to tell me that my visa’s revoked and I’m going to be deported?†He could tell from the agents’ faces that he’d jumped one step ahead again.
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> > “You have been deemed an undesirable alien,†agreed Special Agent St Germain. “Your access to the United States has been terminated. After this interview you will be escorted to the airport and placed on a flight back to your native England.â€Â
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> > “And I think this interview is just about done,†Black told the government men. “I’ll go and pack, shall I? I hope you haven’t creased any of my suits while you were searching my suite.â€Â
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> > “We’re going to England?†Regret perked up. “I love to travel.â€Â
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> > “You’re staying here,†Tom told her in a low whisper. “I’ve got a job for you to do.â€Â
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> > ***
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> > Transatlantic flight BA-19957 left the main terminus of PD-X Airport at 2217 local time, heading straight for Heathrow. An air marshal escorted Tom to his seat and made sure he was on board when the plane took off. Tom had annoyed his security detail by upgrading his seat to Executive Class but he arranged for a bottle of poor-quality champagne to be sent back to them in Economy.
> >
> > He watched the lights of Paradopolis fading in the distance then reached into his pocket for his slimline mobile phone. The tiniest application of luminous green kaos energy scrambled it to thwart any surveillance before he dialled a number.
> >
> > It was almost quarter to six in the evening London but Nick Bosco was still at his desk. Tom knew his former co-worker’s habits. Nick preferred to work late to avoid the rush on the tube.
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> > “Section Z,†came back the reply. “Codewords please.â€Â
> >
> > “Nick you bastard, it’s me Tom. Codewords are ‘I know all about that little trollop on the Old Kent Road and your wife doesn’t.’â€Â
> >
> > “Tom? Tom Black?â€Â
> >
> > “How many other Toms have had to cut you free from the handcuffs and find where your pants have been hidden?â€Â
> >
> > “Tom, this isn’t that secure a line.â€Â
> >
> > “It is now. Trust me.â€Â
> >
> > “Not in a billion years.†Nick Bosco swallowed hard. “Tom, I don’t think I’m supposed to speak with you. You’ve been flagged as a risk.â€Â
> >
> > “Too bad, Nick. Because if you don’t keep me occupied with a nice long chat I’ll have to dial somebody else. Managing Editor of the Daily Star, perhaps? Or the Sun? ‘Secret spy love-nest scandal. Home secretary asked questions in the House.’â€Â
> >
> > “You know we could stop any such nonsense ever seeing print,†Nick argued. “That’s what D-notices are for.â€Â
> >
> > “And you know that always costs in the long run, and there’s only so many fat Fleet Street editors lusting for knighthoods. I don’t think having to co-ordinate such a big cover-up is going to make Bradbury love you any more, is it?â€Â
> >
> > Nick shuddered at the idea of Sir Ian Isaac Bradbury’s reaction to having to bail a senior intelligence analyst out of some kind of sordid press story. “Technically you’re still on Department Z staff,†Bosco argued. “And you’ll always be covered by the Official Secrets Act.â€Â
> >
> > “You and a tart in a walk-up knocking shop isn’t an official secret,†Black countered with a chuckle. “Besides, I’ve been flagged as a risk. You said so.â€Â
> >
> > Nick sighed as he realised that every conversation with Tom Black ended like this, with Bosco’s utter surrender. “What do you want?†he asked, trying not to whimper.
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> > “Oh, there’s all kind of files on a few old supervillains I’ll be needing a squint at,†Tom suggested. “I’ll text you a list to send to a dead drop later. Nothing that’ll compromise Her Majesty, I promise. Some Badripoor stuff. Something called a Judas Box. But for now I want to know why I’m flagged and whether old Ian set me up to get shipped back to Blighty.â€Â
> >
> > “Sir Ian’s not going to tell me if he arranged for your deportation,†Nick countered.
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> > “But you knew I’ve been deported,†noted Tom. “So you’ll know if I’m to expect any kind of reception when I land.â€Â
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> > “Well… I did hear that Project: Pendragon might have scrambled a team.â€Â
> >
> > “Containment or sanction?â€Â
> >
> > “I don’t know. Honestly, Tom. They seem to be anxious to see you, that’s for sure.â€Â
> >
> > “Okay Nick. You’ve been really helpful. I’ll send you some more instructions later.â€Â
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> > “Later? There’s not going to be a later, Tom. There’s a Pendragon team with your name on it waiting at the terminal. I just hope to God they shoot you before you can confess how much I’ve breached security talking to you.â€Â
> >
> > “Yeah, best wishes to you too. And the lovely wife. Bye, Nick.†Tom Black ended the call then reclined his seat and had a doze.
> >
> > ***
> >
> > Tom was awoken by the olive-skinned man sitting down next to him. “Mister Black?†the newcomer ventured. “Mister Black, may I speak with you?â€Â
> >
> > Tom glanced at the clock at the front of the cabin. 02:21 EST. Even though that made it only twenty past nine in London most of the travellers were still on US body clocks and were dozing in their chairs. The flight was due to land in about an hour.
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> > “Mister Black, I am Saladiya Hussein abd Ramah. I work for the Egyptian government.â€Â
> >
> > “I know. I saw you watching me when I was brought on board. I noticed as you slipped that knock-out pill in the coffee of the air marshal I’m not supposed to have spotted two rows back. I’ve been listening in on your phone conversations with Egyptian Intelligence Services for the last half hour.â€Â
> >
> > “Then you will know I am truly who I say I am. I’m your contact.â€Â
> >
> > “Everyone seems to want contact with me these days. It must be my new aftershave.â€Â
> >
> > “Mister Black, you must know by now that the Americans and your own government do not mean you well. You must know that you are flying towards imprisonment at best, perhaps death.â€Â
> >
> > “Or they might just want to take me to tea at Downing Street,†Black suggested. “It could happen.â€Â
> >
> > “Mister Black, we warned you that this thing would happen. That your own spies would turn against you. That the gift you have received would make you an outcast amongst your own.â€Â
> >
> > “I am very interested how you know about that,†Tom admitted. “I’m especially interested in what you know about the ‘gift I have received’.â€Â
> >
> > “Then you will do well to accept the invitation that I bring from my government, Mister Black. We know things about the ‘kaos energies’ within you that you do not. We know something of the history of the item you seek, this Judas Box. And we have a high place in our society for a man who would wield the powers it has conferred for the good of our nation.â€Â
> >
> > Tom considered this while he unwrapped a travel mint. “I require a little bit more information before I decide. Be honest with me. Who’s behind this? Who’s really running the show in Egypt these days?â€Â
> >
> > Saladiya abd Ramar shifted uncomfortably. “Mister Black, you were an intelligence officer. You know who is the power in our country once again.â€Â
> >
> > “I still want to hear you say it. There’s all kinds of unconfirmed rumours. Strange stories that came out during the Parody War. You were the only nation except Candia that suffered no casualties from Avawarrior raids. Over the last couple of years your internal politics have become so stable and quiet that your tourist industry is up 70%. But there’s something else, isn’t there? Something behind all that.â€Â
> >
> > “This is a public place, Mister Black, even if most people here appear to be sleeping. I cannot discuss this with you here and now. If you will come to Egypt, meet with our leader…â€Â
> >
> > “Tell me who your leader is, abd Ramar. Give me a name. Tell me who he is so I know why he’s interested in having me on his team.â€Â
> >
> > The emissary paled some more then leaned in close. He mouthed the words so quietly that almost no sound came out from his lips. “My master, lord of the Upper and the Lower Nile, secret ruler of Egypt, is the deathless sorcerer-king Koo Koo Ka Choo.â€Â
> >
> > Tom allowed himself a satisfied smirk. “Take me to your leader,†he said.
> >
> > “We have a… a team awaiting at Heathrow airport,†abd Ramar told him. “They will neutralise whatever measures the British have put in place and…â€Â
> >
> > “Really no need for that,†Black interrupted. “I think we can convince this plane to take us to Cairo.â€Â
> >
> > He leaned back, peeling off a dozen witchfire orbs, each a little packet of malevolent sentience, and cast them out to locate and possess the key navigation controls of the aircraft. A few moments later, to its flight crew’s horror, the Boeing 717 changed course and set a new vector for Northern Africa. It completely ignored the frantic pilot and rose to 30,000 feet making a beeline for Egypt.
> >
> > Tom Black ignored the panic and opened a packet of peanuts.
> >
> > ***
> >
> > In a stately temple carved with bas-reliefs of crocodiles and serpents doing obscene things to each other, the lord of the Upper and the Lower Nile, secret ruler of Egypt, the deathless sorcerer-king Koo Koo Ka Choo sat in state and considered the secrets of the universe laid out before him on an orrery tray. He was a tall bronzed man, bald except for the white scalp locks which trailed almost to the floor. His fingernails were preternaturally long, and although he looked like a robust handsome man there was about him the faint smell of decay.
> >
> > He looked up from his studies as one of his priests approached him. “There is word from adb Ramah, O master,†the acolyte reported with a very deep bow. “The Westerner Black has accepted the invitation.â€Â
> >
> > “Very good,†answered the deathless mage, rising from his throne and stepping past the pale lifeless chained women crouching at its base. “Very good indeed. Be sure to prepare the appropriate welcome.â€Â
> >
> > ***
> >
> > In a wood-panelled Whitehall office distinguished only by its complete disregard for a national workplace smoking ban, Sir Ian Isaac Bradbury pushed a button on a silver plastic 1950s intercom to end the call he’d just taken. He looked across the curved desk at his guest and tapped out his pipe. “They you are, then,†the head of Department Z and Project: Pendragon said. “They’ve taken the bait. Black is in.â€Â
> >
> > “Jolly good,†replied Sir Mumphrey Wilton. “Set a bastard to catch a bastard, what?â€Â
> >
> > ***
> >
> > In a seedy walk-in on Ditko and Ploog the lights were still on despite it being well past the witching hour. Alto Tumour opened his Second Hand Occult Books and Postcards store late two nights a week to cater for those clients who didn’t enjoy direct sunlight. Very few of them were undead. Most just didn’t get up well in the mornings. Many of them were more allergic to soap than garlic.
> >
> > Regret of the Damned walked past the late night browsers with a superb contempt, her red four-inch heels clicking across the crunchy carpet. She ignored the staring Alto who sat transfixed by her little red dress and she headed straight for the alcove under the stairs which doubled as the business office for Gothametropolis’ cheapest exorcist and occult lifestyle counsellor.
> >
> > The young man with the unruly shock of hair down over his eyes looked up with amazement as the hot brunette interrupted his tax returns.
> >
> > “Vincent De Soth,†announced Regret Kiskilla. “I want you.â€Â
> >
> > ***
> >
> > Continued in Tom Black #6: The Dreaming Sands
> >
> > ***
> >
> > “You know, nasty little footnotes such as yourself always get their comeuppance.â€Â
> >
> > Tom Black accidentally became suffused with evil kaos energies that allow him to possess and control objects and people after discovering an artefact known as the Judas Box amongst the possessions of his evil ancestor. Now the former British intelligence analyst seeks to master the power before it masters him – and before his enemies slaughter him like a dog. Tom’s previous adventures are chronicled in Tom Black #1, #2, #3, and #4.
> >
> > Regret of the Damned claims to have once been a human woman, but has certainly been moulded to be a succubus temptress in the pits of hell. She is currently a refugee seeking political asylum on Earth rather than go back and face the terrible vengeance of the demon lord Sage Grimpenghast whom she betrayed.
> >
> > The Office for Paranormal Security is the US Government Agency tasked with keeping tabs on superhuman entities and events. Agents Dawes and St Germain first debuted in Mr Epitome #1.
> >
> > Special Resolution 1066 was the Act of Congress which compelled all metahumans to register their powers and submit to government supervision. It has since been overturned in the Supreme Court.
> >
> > Sir Ian Isaac Bradbury is a senior British intelligence officer, head of Department Z and Project: Pendragon. Rumour has it that he was once a CrazySugarFreakHero! in the 1950s.
> >
> > Koo Koo Ka Choo is a deathless ancient Egyptian sorcerer, awoken from his slumbers several years back, who has used his magic and his control over the undead to become the secret ruler of Egypt. More of him next time. He first appeared in http://www.geocities.com/parodyverse/stories/amazingtales24.html">Amazing Tales #24, http://www.geocities.com/parodyverse/stories/amazingtales25.html">#25 and http://www.geocities.com/parodyverse/stories/amazingtales26.html">#26 by Amazing Guy.
> >
> > Vincent “Vinny†De Soth is the despised white sheep of the De Soth clan of occultist and black magicians. Vinny ekes a living as an exorcist and occult lifestyle consultant from a walk-in storefront in Hogan, GMY.
> >
> >
> > The Hooded Hood's Homepage of Doom
> > Who's Who in the Parodyverse
> > Where's Where in the Parodyverse
> >
> > ***
> >
> > Original concepts, characters, and situations copyright © 2007 reserved by Ian Watson. Other Parodyverse characters copyright © 2007 to their creators. The use of characters and situations reminiscent of other popular works do not constitute a challenge to the copyrights or trademarks of those works. The right of Ian Watson to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the UK Copyright, Designs & Patents Act 1988. All rights reserved. |
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Subject: Re: Turned into? [Re: Visionary] Posted Tue Apr 15, 2008 at 10:38:01 pm EDT |
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> > The corrupting influence if kaos energies aside, what exactly has poor Tom done that's not in reaction to other people trying to screw him?
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> Well, he did blackmail a friend and hijack a passenger plane this chapter...
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This would be the friend who works for an agency planning to either abduct or assassinate him when he returns to his homeland and the passenger plane taking him to a possible-death ambush?
> I think the point Jason is making, though, is that the agents and air marshalls and whatnot that he deals with in this chapter aren't the ones who asked for any of this either. They're just people doing their jobs.
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They're jobs they chose to do, though. And it's not like the OPS agents weren't trying a little bit of psychology of their own.
For that matter Mumphrey and Bradbury are playing Black right now, but nobody's complaining about them being jerks.
> If Dancer was in his place, she would probably talk to the guys back in coach who were ordered to make sure she made her flight, and sympathize that they had to fly halfway across the world and miss their daughter's dance recital in order to watch over her extradition, while Black just goes out of his way to be obnoxious to them. Of course, Dancer's a special case, but still.
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That she is. Now I want to see a meeting between the two of them; except that they would undoubtedly end up in bed.
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Subject: Re: Turned into? [Re: killer shrike] Posted Tue Apr 15, 2008 at 10:39:24 pm EDT |
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> > Well, he did blackmail a friend and hijack a passenger plane this chapter...
> Isn't blackmailing friends a Lisa (ie "First Lady of the Lair Legion") trademark?
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It's not always blackmailing. Sometimes its framing them instead.
> The "hijacking" of the plane certainly makes Tom a self serving scoundrel to be sure, but he hasn't done anything that makes him a hardcore villain.
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That's the line I'm trying to walk with him.
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