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- From: JBrandt@AAA.UOregon.EDU (Thyra)
- Newsgroups: alt.callahans
- Subject: Re: And now, for something completely different.
- Followup-To: alt.callahans
- Date: 23 Jan 1993 07:54:47 GMT
- Organization: the Polyhedron Group
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- In article <1jmsucINNt4t@shelley.u.washington.edu>,
- lazuli@byron.u.washington.edu (Fred Sloniker) wrote:
- > Laz grins at Splash, motioning for him to join him and Thyra. "Shout me
- > my..." he begins, then shakes his head. "Nevermind. Actually, I'm still
- > working on this one. But thanks anyway." He takes another sip of his
- > cocoa. "Australia, eh? I've always wanted to--" But he is cut off, as--
- >
- > (--as his typist receives mail from Andrea Evans, who isn't allowed to post
- > from work, requesting he post something for her. He obliges.)
- >
- > >Another night in the Place. Hugs and greetings, conviviality and good cheer.
- > >The buzz of conversation is loud, continuous and punctuated with laughter
- > >and the rattle of peanuts. Then, those patrons with hair, fur or feathers
- > >feel them bristle as a strong wave of static electricity washes over the
- > >Place. Clothing clings to limbs, and pinpoint sparks arc from fingertips to
- > >metal. There is a vicious burst of electrical discharge, snarling and
- > >crackling just outside the Inn, and the night is banished by a savage blue
- > >glare of lightning. A neat semicircular section of the wall facing onto the
- > >street ceases to exist, sliced out of being and replaced by a convex wall of
- > >searing blue-white, whipping rays of interlaced lightning.
-
- Thyra turns to face this apparent portal to -elsewhere- that has appeared.
-
- > >Then, without warning, the ravening noise and radiance is shut off.
- > >Silhouetted in the opening, is a nightmarish creature from the dark between
- > >the stars. Over nine feet tall, its exoskeleton has the hard solid look of
- > >gunmetal, so dark grey it is black. But the smooth fluidity of its movement
- > >makes you feel sure this is no inanimate mechanism. Its form has the eerie
- > >cold beauty of all deadly weapons, the sleek efficiency of design with intent
- > >to kill. Its elongated head swivels silently from side to side as it trains
- > >its nameless senses on its surroundings. Its mouth opens, displaying complex
- > >rows of glittering fangs, needle-pointed, razor-edged, harder than diamond.
- > >Its voice is a hissing shriek, a thin, chilling sound, surprisingly quiet
- > >for a creature of its size. Taloned claws open and flex as it drops into a
- > >wary crouch, ready to move in any direction. Its tail, long and supple and
- > >ending in a wicked swordbladed spike, is arched like a scorpion's. Caution
- > >screams in every line of the creature's coiled stance. You wait for it to
- > >move, to attack. It remains absolutely motionless, its eyeless head still
- > >scanning the room.
-
- Thyra's eyes flash bright blue, and the sapphire at her throat begins to
- glow so brightly that it is almost difficult to look at her. Then she
- recalls that she is still in Callahan's Place. She relaxed somewhat, and
- opened her telempathic capabilities full-bore. <<PEACE! This is not a
- threat place. Harm none here, and none shall harm you.>> She seeks a reply,
- empathicly or telepathicaly.
-
- > (and, with that duty dispensed with...)
- >
- > Laz sets his cocoa down on the bar, and walks over to the creature. "Shame
- > on you!" he says to the creature, strangely unafraid of it. "Look what you
- > did to the wall!" He tsks slightly. "Oh well. Can't be helped now, I
- > suppose... anybody got something we can use to plug this gap?" he asks the
- > bar, now ignoring the acid-dripping killing machine like it was his brother
- > asking him to read his English report.
-
- "Um, Laz? You know this being?"
-
- Thyra
-