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Lol. *smiles at Lily* I thought you would like Michael, as when I wrote his describition I had you in mind.*
*However, if you spot a guy matching that describition you are to send him my way immediatly. I promise to be nice and share. After all, even good girls (ie. me) need some eye candy every now and again.
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Scandinavian trolls, eh?
Well maybe the southern scandinavian country (I am guessing this could be Sweden) is in the grip of a serious attack of the bad taste ABBA dress sense. And the Troll people are very badly hit.
The mission is to rescue the entire troll population from looking like this
and restore their normal cultural habits and costumes. 
Or something along those lines.... 
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| Quote: | Does Maddie take the mission? *It has been assumed she will, but that can be changed at any moment.
Does Maddie trust Al`zbeta’s advice? Or does Maddie take the handsome Michael alone anyway?
What awaits Maddie when and if she arrives at the southern country?
What is troubling the Trolls?
What dangers lie in wait?
Speculation about who is the spy is welcome and encouraged!
*The misbehaving Dinranwen giggles* Have fun with this one! |
Intersting twist of events to address each of them.
Maddie does take the mission but She keeps very cautious. She may have a notion that there is a spy around her Maddie could take the advice and Michael too and she can spill the details to Michael ( which if he is the spy would make an interesting plot twist ) as for the souther country could be war or famine or something worse as for dangers I think being ambushed a few times would make for an interesting choice ( especially if it is the spy ordering the the attacks Muahhh)
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| geez Din! What a list. Michael would be the obvious choice for the spy but i think that the troll should be. Then she could report how good of a job Maddie does at handling the troll situation. Michael should go along though Maddie is a bit suspicious of him. Who can resist a knight in shining armor?
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Poll's up.
Note on the Poll.
Your options are basically deciding who's the spy, and wheither or not to take the Hunk of a man along.
Option one takes the Sweet Piece of Eye candy along, and it will make him our hero....eventually. *smiles evil*
Option two also takes Micheal along even though he is the bad guy and will therefore subtigue the whole trip.
Option three doesn't take Micheal along, and makes Al`zebeta the bad guy.
Option four takes Micheal along, and it makes Al`zebeta and Micheal work together as bad guys.
Option five presents the option that even if we don't take Micheal along, Al`zebeta isn't neccesirly the bad guy.
Psst. A little tip: Even you don't take Micheal along willingly he may just 'follow' the girls anyway.
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Chapter Five: Pish Posh Tic Tock
((In which the author tried to come up with a great title and failed.))
“Oh hush, Al`zebta,” Maddie whispered fiercely to the troll whiling trying to maintain a flawless smile towards the gorgeous hunk of man flesh that just walked through her door. “You’re probably just jealous. Besides we may need a man on this journey.”
Al’zebta the troll just shrugged, and said in a monotone with a look of suspicion towards the handsome Michael, “It’s your funeral.”
“Michael,” Maddie continued in a voice that suddenly seemed all squeaky, and with knees that refused to turn solid from their Jell-O state, “We, the Truth for Hire Agency, would be more then willing to accept your help for the journey ahead, as I think that a strong man…” Maddie cleared her throat and blushed, “I mean, a man,” clearing her throat, Maddie finally said, “What I mean was…”
Michael smiled a perfect flawless smile with a glint off of white teeth that nearly blinded Maddie, Lexie, and Al’zebta, “I understand perfectly my dear,” then making a bowing motion, Michael once again clasped Maddie’s hand and gave it a tender kiss that nearly made Lexie explode as she turned steadily greener by the moment. Maddie seeing the fairy’s jealousy couldn’t help but smile over Michael’s head, “I’m afraid I require a day to prepare for a long journey such as traveling to the old troll country.”
“Certainly,” Maddie said somewhat breathlessly as Michael released her hand after holding onto it several moments after kissing her fingertips. “How about the day after tomorrow say around 7 am?”
“Perfect, my dear, simply perfect. My eyes shall fail for want of thy beauty my dear, but my valiant sacrifice shall be worth my efforts if I can but see your face for however long the journey we take,” Michael’s voice practically purred and Maddie’s knees threatened to send her crashing to the floor in a faint while Lexie could have reviled a cucumber for it’s greenness.
“Until then,” Maddie replied sadly both sorry to see Michael go, and sorry to see the way he comfortably wrapped his arms around Lexie who regained her color a little too quickly when Michael turned his attentions to them.
As she watched the pair exit, the door with Michael’s arm around the smug Lexie’s waist, Maddie silently steamed and somewhere inside her, a small voice was shouting for her attention only to be silenced by a louder voice that was counting down the hours to the next time she would see Michael.
“Maddie,” Al`zebta stated in a far off tone.
“Hmmm…” Maddie said tearing her mind away from a mental image which involved her dressed in white and intensely kissing Michael.
“You’re steaming…”
Snapping to attention, Maddie realized that indeed, her hair had begun to smoke in the beginnings of a full fire. Hastily putting it out by slapping her head violently, Maddie’s only thought as she heard Al`zebta laugh was that Michael wasn’t there to see.
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Later that night:
A lone figure dressed in a trench coat and a wide brimmed feather hat sat in the back of a local coffee shop quietly listening to some a figure dressed in black pounding out lame poetry to the sound of a drum.
Bubbles poured from the sulking figures lips as he slowly raises his head to withdraw a colorful plastic bubble-blowing pipe. As light hits the figures face, a slightly greenish complexion, and slightly green slick hair, revealing him Mr. Franklin, head of the complaint department of M.F.T.A.L. Idly playing with the bubbles from his pipe, not even a half interested glance is sparred by Mr. Franklin as the bell above the door of this shabby place announces a new arrival interested in purchasing bad coffee and equally bad poetry.
The sound of jeans on a leather cushion was heard as the newcomer slowly slid onto a stool next to Mr. Franklin.
Mr. Franklin is very careful not to look at this newcomer as a waitress comes by to take the jeans wearing newcomer. Mr. Franklin listened as the person next to him ordered a coffee, black as tar, from the waitress.
“That’s a dangerous order sir,” Mr. Franklin said out of the side of his mouth carefully looking everywhere but at the person next to him.
“Who said I was going to drink it,” came the pointed response of a voice that bore the trace of a southern accent.
“Wise decision in this place. And your late 017-9.”
“I’m never late 1-A. I had to escort my date to her house.”
“Are you in?”
“As in the door as the proverbial camel was in the tent.”
“Good. Do you have your orders?”
“Down to the last dot and period.”
“So why are you here? I told you to come only if you had trouble,” Mr. Franklin said in an easy tone as he blew another set of bubbles from his pipe.
“One of them doesn’t like me.” The southern voice said as his seat announced a nervous shift in position.
“So, should be no problem to one of your, shall we say, Charm?”
“She’s a troll, sir?”
“What a troll! Blast! How she get in?”
“Had the good-doer certificate sir, all perfectly legal.”
“Double blast those ‘give the bad guys a second chance no good do-gooders!’” Mr. Franklin swore turning the air around him temporarily pink. “The troll suspects then.”
“Yes. In addition, she’s resistant to my charms to boot. There is good news sir…”
“Go on, get on with it,” Mr. Franklin said with some impatience nearly looking at his visitor, a deadly mistake in his business.
“The Troll is taking Miss Broom on a trip to save her country from a trouble she could only describe as horrible.”
“Ah, and your going with them?”
“Do I ever not?” Came the smug reply from the jeans wearing.
“What do you need from me then, a monster or two? Perhaps arrangements to send the Troll on a vacation?”
“Nothing of the sort, I intend of fulfilling my mission. And the best way I can see is to make sure Miss Broom,” the Jeans wearing said in a low menacing tone while using the code-name for Miss Maddie Broomstick, “Is ruined is to make sure that she fails this mission. I will take care of making sure she fails, but what I need from you is a monster. Something I can easily defeat without making it look to ‘easy’ if you know what I mean. Once I gain these ladies trust, I’ll have them eating out of the palm of my hands.”
Mr. Franklin tapped his chin as he listened carefully to the name of the next poet who was to perform, an irate fairy godmother by the sounds of the name of Miss Periwinkle. “I think I can arrange that. Anything else?”
“Not at the moment, no. I think I can take care of a fairy, a troll, and a human girl by myself, thank you. After all, I am if nothing else, Charming.” The jean wearing laughed an otherworldly laughed threatening to send Mr. Franklin twirling at the speaker with a glare that could have penetrated walls.
“Hush, 017-9! Do you want people to hear? Nevertheless, despite your confidence, I’m sending you with a wristwatch,” Mr. Franklin sliding a silver Timex to the southern accented jean-wearing person next to him.
“A wristwatch? What I am supposed to do with it? Keep time?”
“There’s an imp inside it ding-bat! Simply pull the pin and twist it counterclockwise for three full revolutions counter clockwise to unleash the hatch. I’ll wear a similar one, and if you need to send any messages to me, simply give your imp the message, and I’ll see you get whatever you may need.”
“Very well,” the southern voice said putting the wristwatch with a snap. “One last question, what are my ‘limits’ on this mission?”
“None, save that Miss Broomstick remains alive to experience the humiliation and any lawsuits that may pursue her for the rest of her life.” Mr. Franklin smiled as he heard the tale tell ding of his associates smile, “And do enjoy yourself, old chap, for my sake.”
“Oh, I will,” the southern voice confirmed as he slid off the seat and walked out the door his coffee untouched, “I will.”
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That Friday, two days after Maddie met Michael; Maddie was beginning to have her doubts about this trip and her new male associate. Several cups of tea, one giant barrel of chocolate ice cream, several crappy musicals, followed by a brief obsession with a tread mill, and a magical shopping spree that left her pockets empty and nothing useful in her closet for the trip had a tendency to turn a person to the retrospective.
For example, was it wise to be going on this journey anyway? As much as Maddie loved her new sectary who made handling clients like Peter Pan and Dr. Frankenstein’s monster so much easier to handle, not to mention the paper work that troll could do given an hour’s worth of quite and peace, Maddie still had her doubts. For one thing, despite the pestering, the nit-picking, the coddling, the pleading, and almost down right begging Maddie had done over the last day, Al`zebta had steadfastly refused to tell Maddie what was bothering her home village. All the troll would say was that it was simply too horrible to tell. If it was too terrible for a troll, what made Al`zebta think that she can handle it?
Another thing, was all this trouble over Michael really worth bringing him along? Maddie had spent the last day glaring, fuming, smoking, blazing, melting, boiling, going, and generally making a fool of herself in public over the southern spoken Shakespearean Michael. Not to mention the hair splitting, the glares, the all too polite smiles, and near misses that involved Maddie and Lexie barely managing not to strangle each other out of jealousy. I mean, was it worth losing your best client/worker/friend over a guy?
Then, Maddie saw Michael coming down the street as she leaned out of her second story office to gaily obverse the sunny day. Her heart nearly stopped, and a whistle involuntarily escaped her causing Lexie and Al`zebta to rush to the window.
Sun glinted over off silver chain mail tunic that covered Michael’s gorgeous chest overlying a light blue long sleeve tunic edged in dark blue that brought out the color of his eyes. Traveling downward, Maddie’s eyes greedily took in the tight pair of black breeches Michael wore, the bronzed edged breastplate, the blue edged calf-guards, the knee high clinging black leather boots, and the double edge broad sword that swung unsheathed against Michael’s thighs from its position in his belt. A shield bearing a single fleur-de-lies on a green checkered white field completed Michael’s apparel as it hung on his left arm by straps that only a accented the buff muscles Michael possessed all over his physique.
Maddie could practically feel her mouth watering.
What made this picture so awe-stopping perfect was the gorgeous white stallion Michael rode. The steeds neck arched high and proud as it step high clearing showing itself off to the crowds who had gathered to stare at Michael’s appearance. The horse was all tacked out with a light brown leather saddle trimmed it a light blue. All along, the beautiful tack was blue ribbons, bows, and tassels that bounced of the stallion’s steamy white side. The horse was almost beautiful as Michael, and that was saying something.
Yet what made Maddie’s heart stop its track and her mind cease from its anxious worrying were the steeds whose reigns were tied to Michael’s saddle horn. Behind the male stallion, decked out in simple lady like tack in the English saddle, four mares trotted submissively. A dark almost black quarter horse, a rich brownish red roan, a dabbled grey, and a hazelnut colored chestnut stepped politely down the street.
Clearly, Michael had thought ahead, Maddie thought, suddenly looking with some disappointment to the supplies they had brought.
Al`zebta had simply brought the colorful carpet bag she had brought with to the city of Edition, and Maddie was also simply packed with a saddlebag’s worth of clothes and a couple of saddle bags worth of supplies as Al`zebta had claimed it would only take two days to reach her home land in the far off old country of the trolls.
This was in serve contrast to Lexie who had brought large bags stuffed to the brim. Maddie had a sneaking suspicion that Lexie had gone shopping yesterday too, and that unlike practical Maddie, Lexie had brought every alluring article of clothing she possessed. Maddie fumed over not bringing at least one of those nice, if a tad sheer, dresses she had bought, or perhaps even that new nightgown. Oh well, hindsight is 20/20.
Turning back her attention to the road, Maddie found Michael had stopped in the middle of the street below. Doffing an imaginary cap, Michael gave a graceful half-bow in his saddle, “Fear not my ladies, your companion has thought of everything save that which you need to cloth yourselves for decency sake, though I have no doubt that you would be splendidly dressed in naught but your skin and beauty to save you from red checks.”
Maddie blushed. If only she had brought that nightgown, that tattered black one or that red one with the straps. Blast. Blast. But boy, was he gorgeous. Maddie found herself slipping downward until her chin was on her hand and she leaning out the window in a hopelessly girly way.
“In addition to food to satisfy our bellies, I have also brought you steeds upon which you can ride, and a dabble grey to bare your stuff. Bring only what you need, however, my pets, for I do not wish to over bare that gentle mare. I await your descent, my ladies”
Maddie noticed with some satisfaction that Lexie was casting a backwards glance of dismay at her stuff.
Waving a hello and goodbye, Maddie shouted, “We’ll be down in a moment….Michael.” Maddie’s voice lingered over Michael’s name almost unwilling testing it, tasting it, and pulling it out to its full extent for just the pleasure of saying it.
Walking into her office, Maddie grabbed her saddlebag and found her hand hesitating over the foodstuff. Michael had said he had everything. Glancing towards the window once more, Maddie’s hand snatch the bag of food without a second thought. It never hurt to be prepared. Sometimes what men thought of as food…well, yes it was better safe then sorry.
Minutes later saw the ladies stuff on the grey, and the ladies seated rather precariously on their steeds. None of them save Al`zebta had ever ridden before and they were less then assured at Michael’s claim that it was easier then ridding a bike.
“Which way, my dear troll?” Michael said in a low but commanding voice.
Al`zebta could not help the snap in her eye nor the low growl in her throat at Michael calling her a troll, but said nonetheless, “South out of the city. I have faster means of transport awaiting us near the south gate.”
“Faster,” Michael said unable to disguise the slight panic in his voice, “How so?”
“Portals. My cousins, some rehabilitated trolls, have set up a portal outside the city to the south for trolls going to and from Edition to the Old Country. The portal should dump us out within one or two days journey from home.”
“Should?” Maddie’s voice quavered as she vainly tried to steady herself on top of the flighty roan she had mounted her legs gripping the barrel of the horse in pure panic as her hands tried to find a grip while trying to maintain the hold on the reigns that Michael had assured was the correct position for this type of saddle.
“Portals are never accurate unless all the people going through them have a very accurate picture of the place they are going to. Yet, I have traveled this way before with an agent from M.F.T.A.L., a completely incompetent fool who had no idea what difference there is between a southern troll and a northern troll. I had no trouble with him at all save that, we did travel a little bit more to the west then we should have. Still I confident that I can do it, and this time I brought pictures for everyone,” Al`zebta said kneeing the quarter horse she rode with confidence towards the others horses. Handing each of them a either a badly taken picture or a very accurate watercolor, Al`zebta finished by saying, “If you study them while we ride, and memorize the picture for the portal, we should be safe.”
“But what about the horses,” Michael said hastily, “I’m afraid that the horses will not cooperate about going through a portal. Is there no other way?”
“Several, actually, but the portal’s the quickest and most accurate. Not to say the least painful. I can also cast a minor flying spell on the horses, although I don’t know how long it would be before I tired out in the casting with the four horses to carry. At best, I can save us a day’s worth of travel, perhaps two, but we would still have a weeks worth of journey ahead of us if we traveled that way. And of course, there is always the Book. All major cities have one, and although the system is a tad bit outdated, I’m sure we can find where the Book is located in Edition and take advantage of it. A small matter of looking in the index and appendix to make sure we head to the right place, year, date, and country would all that would be required. The Book would almost be able to dump us right where we’re going, leaving us only a mild walk. But I’m afraid we would have to leave anything we can’t carry behind.”
“And the disadvantages?” Lexie creaked as her wings fluttered furiously to maintain the balance she tentatively held.
“Like I said it is an outdated system. People stopped using it a long time ago as it is a slight discomfort to have your body separated into parts to the size of a single letter on a page, having them sent through time and space, and then resembled together again at an eye watering pace.”
“Is that all?” Maddie questioned nearly slipping out of her saddle this time to the satisfaction of the roan that was nickering in what sounded suspiciously like a laugh.
“Yes, but it is the quickest way besides using a portal,” Al`zebta said with a glare that should have wrinkled Michael up on the spot.
“Ladies,” Michael said with deep concern pointedly ignoring Al`zebta heated glare. “Let’s not be so hasty. I have prepared for a week of travel. Considering the horses’ discomfort that would arise in the use of a portal, the horses fear in flight, and the discomfort we would experience using the outdated Book, I say we take the long way. It would be much safer and perhaps a more comfortable journey despite being long.”
Batting her eyes, Lexie finally managed to find a way to control her horse through twitching her wings in the way she wished to go sidled up along side Michael’s stallion. “I’m sure whatever you think is best, Michael.”
Maddie could feel her face turn red and start to steam, but taking a deep breath turned away from the origin of her jealously towards Al`zebta. “What do you think Al`zebta?”
“I think,” Al`zebta said slowly her accent coming through clearly as the troll spoke slowly and carefully as if to do otherwise would cause her to burst. “That we should take the portal. It is the safest way. But it’s up to you Maddie.”
“Yes, Maddie,” Michael purred batting his eyelashes as he idly fiddled with one of Lexie’s purple curls. “What do you think? The Editors know I’ll faithful stick to whatever you decide, and where ever your beauty leads.” This speech though directed at Maddie was said while Michael looked directly at Lexie causing Maddie to reach hastily up with a wet finger and thumb to extinguish the flame that had begun to burn on one brown end.
Taking a deep breath, Maddie made her decision.
((Sorry about the Delay. I had a lot of trouble writing this one when inspiration hit me...so to speak along side the head.
As for the DP: What route do they take? The Portal? Flight? The Book? Or the Really, Really, Really long way?))
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| Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 6:31 pm Post subject: |
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*decides to give Micheal to Lilth the next holiday, If-day, Christmas, or her next birthday which ever comes first*
I would give him for you to play with Lilth, but I sort of need the guy.
I'm sort of loving every minute of this. Instilling my own view of love, which that it sticks totally revolting and gut wrenching horrible, by distorting the opposite end of the exterme is kinda becoming fun.
Thanks for the suggestion. Any others before a poll.
Btw, Lily, Abousutely Love Your New Avie. All she needs is a pair of really cool fair wings and it's you babe!
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| Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 7:21 pm Post subject: |
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| Poll's up.
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| Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 7:56 am Post subject: |
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Only one vote....seriously. I think I need to take a vacation or something....
Poll will run for a week or so more. Feel free to vote.
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| Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 7:03 am Post subject: |
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And it's a tie! Anyone care to break it for me?
Or do I need to break out a jackhammer?
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| Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 5:44 pm Post subject: |
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i voted the really really long way too as this gives us a chance to check out the rest of the land. there must be heaps of exciting characters to meet and heaps of ppl to help (or colledct) along the way thus building up the bad ass rep.
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NeNe raises an interesting point.
Poll's closed, chapter will be up in a few days.
Any suggestions on who and what our characters should encounter?
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They should encounter Sirens, Pirates and religious velots... no really i dont know - i leave it up to you DIn
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| mmmmmmm..... I'm sorry that i missed the poll. though my choice won anyway. I can't wait for the next chappy.
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[color=darkblue]*frowns* Is this thing still here, I thought I asked politely if it could be escorted to rust, crumble into dust, and fade into oblivion in the Achivies.
Oh, well, I see what I can do to this thing......
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| Which way should the group travel? |
| The Portal. Not the quickest, but most reliable. Dumps them within 2 days travel of desintation. |
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| Flight. Possibly unreliable, uncertain where the crew will end up. |
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| The Book. Quickest way to the city. But it's also the most painful. |
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| The Really, Really, Really Long Way around because Micheal is just well...a hunk. |
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| Who Voted: Chinaren, Lilith, LordoftheNight, NeverNeverGirl |
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