Post by The B-Witch on Feb 10, 2011 12:21:29 GMT -5
*The news had come in....te current pope had taken a turn fo the worsel Soon...the Schemer in his current uise guise would be fully in charge on the roman catholic church...and all its lovely secrets....and money.
But a funny thing happened on the way to any ultimately successful Scheme.....The schemer's min....such a it was began to slip into a pious madness. He grew a full beard.....and allowed it become a heavy gray. He began quoting biblical scripture....and worse....he had a new Schemer in mind...one that involved time travel....Elvis, the beatles....and his latest inventions.*
Darling. *He said to Hard Core...his face a aglow in a angelic light.* We're going back to the 1956....and 1964.....and we're going to fix he wrongs of those days.
we're going to save the world from boy bands....and rock and roll!!!
--
"Save the world from rock and roll? Uh...No. Besides, rock and roll was based on blues and gospel originally...so we'd have to go back considerably farther. But, serious...stopping a kind of music from happening? That would destroy my life...unless you want me to have never met you."
She shakes her head looking at him. "Are you really trying to just get rid of me? If it hadn't been for rock, my parents might not have met drunken at a concert and conceived me."
--
*He pointed toward Hard Core....his eyes blazing in the pious light of a fanatic.* Blamsphemy!! The Beatles once claimed to be bigger than christ!!! Worse....they are british. I intned to take the voical capability of the many mod bands during the so called british invasion....and holding them up for ransom!! And then...I'll go back deal with that Elvis person!!
*He sneered at the mere mention of the name.* That gyrating jackenape!! He'll pay for his ungodly hip swivels.....and devils voice!!!
--
"That was actually just John Lennon who said it, I wouldn't blame Paul, George and Ringo for that." She shakes her head a bit watching him, "And if you're going to 'deal' with Elvis, you should probably go back to Chuck Berry. Or, with the way you're acting, next you'll want to go back to 1985 and start blaming Marty McFly."
She stands up from her seat and looks at him, wondering if being in an already holy insane body was getting to the 'genius' mind that he was born with.
She watches him for a second more, then simply steps up and slaps him...gently, for her strength. "Snap out of it."
--
*He as unaware of whom this McFly person was.....but Chuck Berry was a possible future target. But for now....it was british singers that were popular in the early to mid sixties that were of primary concern.*
the English turned away from the church, darling!! They serve the evil of the arch bishop of Cantabury! This can't go unpunished!! I will cripple the so called british invasion.....destroying the vocal skills of the Beatles....Peter and Gordon, Chad and Jeremy, The Animals, Manfred Mann, Petula Clark, Freddie and the Dreamers, Wayne Fontana and the Mindbenders, Herman's Hermits, The Rolling Stones, The Troggs, Donovan, The Who, The Kinks, and The Dave Clark Five.
I will make them pay a ransom of 3 billion for the return of their vocal skills.....which is about what they would have paid to the Roman catholic church in that time.
*He grinned devilishly.* I am striking a blow for the catholic faith...and good taste!! For not only will England suffer....but future acts like back street boys and Justin Bieber will never come to pass....as their families fear future acts on tasteless acts!!
*Then...he was struck...hard by one of Hard Core's potent backhand swipes. He went down.....and lay in the corner...curled up in a ball. And for a minute....it sounded as if he was crying.*
Oh unkind fate!! My beloved a traitor!! *He rose to his feet.* Judas!! jezebel!! I see it now!! You art the devil in female form!! I must stop you before you can save the evil of the british invasion!!
*Eyes blazing with madness...the Schemer pulled forth his omniblaster...and released a cloud of contact knock vemon. Enough that if it contacted Hard Core..it would leave her briefly unconscious. He loved her...and could not bring himself to slay her....despite the fact she had gone rogue.*
--
She had stepped back some when he took out his omniblaster, bracing more for him to attempt using one of it's stronger weapons...but then he releases that d**nable knockout gas. She knew she could resist it for a brief while, but contact was harder to deal with as it was low pressure contact venom. She stepped back a bit farther, then lets her wings out and flaps them towards him, keeping herself moving backwards to avoid the backpull from her wings.
--
*The Schemer stepped through the cloud of vemon unharmed. The vemon had been created to specifically attack Hard Core's system. As he emerged from the cloud he shook his head in disappointment.*
Please...my dear....don't stand in my way. I don't want to harm you!! *He made the sign of the cross and backed away.* Collmay...esta...fedoraum...amen.
*And with that he fled....seeking to locate the Spectre who was on the church grounds...and use him to head back in time....where he could put his mad plan into action.*
--
She shakes her head and starts after him, though taking to the air to do so in hopes of avoiding the cloud of vaporous venom. "Don't destroy rock...please." She thought it would make more sense to kill King Henry than to destroy the bands, personally, but then considerably more things would have gone awry...but the thought faded as the venom she had come in contact with begins to effect her. Her flight became more erratic, then she falls unconscious and crashes through the air like a lead weight.
Her breathing slows and she lays there over the broken pews with her eyes fluttering closed.
--
*The Schemer could not take a chance that Hard Core would have an allergic reaction to vemon....and thus sent for the auto-doc robot to tend to her...and revive her.
Manwhile he summoned Spectre to his side. He could manipulate Tachyons....energy particles that moved faster than light...and when properly expended....could allow for time travel.*
You rang Boss?? *Spectre said as he materialized before the Schemer.*
We're going time hopping...back to the sixties. I'll provide you with exact times and dates.
Right I'll.....*Spectre started to reply..then saw Hard Core out cold.* Hey...what's going on!??
*The Schemer pulled out his omniblaster again.* No time for questions.....bring me where I wish to go....now!!
--
She twitches a bit, then coughs....as the antidote was worse tasting than the venom.
"Don't...take him. He wants to" she coughs a bit, then shoves the auto-doc aside and struggles to pull herself up. "stop rock and roll...from England." Her hand clutches one of the pews, but crushes it faster than trying to get up with it.
--
*Spectre merely shook his head. IT was obvious the Schemer was freaking out again. Something about the cloning process he used...seemed the cloned bodies would descend into madness...or rather a more obvious level of madness than was normally apparent.*
Can't you get this guy a keeper during the full moon or something, HC?? I mean really....destroy rock and roll?? How nuts can you get!!??
No!! *The Schemer shot back.* I only wish to blackmail England....and the ground work to prevent the likes of the back streek boys....and Justine. Beiber from becoming popular!!!
*Spectre nodded.* Ya know HC...that don't sound so crazy after all.
--
"Blackmailing England by stealing the Beatles sounds sane to you?" She grumbles and just forces herself to float back up instead of relying on the pews to try to support her.
"Besides, if he shows up in the past in Sin's body...that will really cause issues." She shakes her head. "And he's not telling you that he wants to get rid of Elvis."
--
Elvis?? *that struck a nerve. Spectre was a big Elvis fan.* You're going after the king!! What kinda nut are you??
*The Schemer shot back with vemon in his tone.* Fool!! You like her....afraid to face the truth!! Elvis....he's expendable!!! He's not catholic!! Any who are not part of my church....are the enemy!!
*The spectre raced froward...and grabbed the omniblaster....trying to wrestle it from his employer.*
You're wacky dude...you know that??
Leave go~~ *The schemer shot back,...fighting over the weapon.* Traitor!!!
--
She moves quickly and grabs hold of Schemer's arms and pinches the nerves in them to force them to go numb. "You are losing it, darling...listen to you. You don't even believe in God, yet you're impersonating a Catholic Bishop in line for the Popancy. You've gotten lost in your own scheme. You're betraying who you are."
--
*The pain that came from Hard Core's attack was too much....and arm went numb...allowing Specte to get ahold of the omniblaster.*
No!! No!! It all makes sense!! With British broke....they'll need money to restructure the empire. The Roman catholic church will loan them the money....and they will be a catholic nation again!!!
*He was raving as he went down.....crying out in pious madness.* Oh foul day!! My love is a traitor....Spectre has joined her...and everyone is being mean to me!!!
--
She shakes her head, wanting to just snap his neck with a little twist, he'd probably jump to a nice young healthy body. The temptation was maddening.
"Spectre...he's not even thinking like himself anymore. It's all gone Catholic insanity. You know...Holy Insane."
She leans down and simply puts her hands on her darling's shoulders, rubbing them gently. "We aren't against you, Winston...we're against Sin."
--
But a funny thing happened on the way to any ultimately successful Scheme.....The schemer's min....such a it was began to slip into a pious madness. He grew a full beard.....and allowed it become a heavy gray. He began quoting biblical scripture....and worse....he had a new Schemer in mind...one that involved time travel....Elvis, the beatles....and his latest inventions.*
Darling. *He said to Hard Core...his face a aglow in a angelic light.* We're going back to the 1956....and 1964.....and we're going to fix he wrongs of those days.
we're going to save the world from boy bands....and rock and roll!!!
--
"Save the world from rock and roll? Uh...No. Besides, rock and roll was based on blues and gospel originally...so we'd have to go back considerably farther. But, serious...stopping a kind of music from happening? That would destroy my life...unless you want me to have never met you."
She shakes her head looking at him. "Are you really trying to just get rid of me? If it hadn't been for rock, my parents might not have met drunken at a concert and conceived me."
--
*He pointed toward Hard Core....his eyes blazing in the pious light of a fanatic.* Blamsphemy!! The Beatles once claimed to be bigger than christ!!! Worse....they are british. I intned to take the voical capability of the many mod bands during the so called british invasion....and holding them up for ransom!! And then...I'll go back deal with that Elvis person!!
*He sneered at the mere mention of the name.* That gyrating jackenape!! He'll pay for his ungodly hip swivels.....and devils voice!!!
--
"That was actually just John Lennon who said it, I wouldn't blame Paul, George and Ringo for that." She shakes her head a bit watching him, "And if you're going to 'deal' with Elvis, you should probably go back to Chuck Berry. Or, with the way you're acting, next you'll want to go back to 1985 and start blaming Marty McFly."
She stands up from her seat and looks at him, wondering if being in an already holy insane body was getting to the 'genius' mind that he was born with.
She watches him for a second more, then simply steps up and slaps him...gently, for her strength. "Snap out of it."
--
*He as unaware of whom this McFly person was.....but Chuck Berry was a possible future target. But for now....it was british singers that were popular in the early to mid sixties that were of primary concern.*
the English turned away from the church, darling!! They serve the evil of the arch bishop of Cantabury! This can't go unpunished!! I will cripple the so called british invasion.....destroying the vocal skills of the Beatles....Peter and Gordon, Chad and Jeremy, The Animals, Manfred Mann, Petula Clark, Freddie and the Dreamers, Wayne Fontana and the Mindbenders, Herman's Hermits, The Rolling Stones, The Troggs, Donovan, The Who, The Kinks, and The Dave Clark Five.
I will make them pay a ransom of 3 billion for the return of their vocal skills.....which is about what they would have paid to the Roman catholic church in that time.
*He grinned devilishly.* I am striking a blow for the catholic faith...and good taste!! For not only will England suffer....but future acts like back street boys and Justin Bieber will never come to pass....as their families fear future acts on tasteless acts!!
*Then...he was struck...hard by one of Hard Core's potent backhand swipes. He went down.....and lay in the corner...curled up in a ball. And for a minute....it sounded as if he was crying.*
Oh unkind fate!! My beloved a traitor!! *He rose to his feet.* Judas!! jezebel!! I see it now!! You art the devil in female form!! I must stop you before you can save the evil of the british invasion!!
*Eyes blazing with madness...the Schemer pulled forth his omniblaster...and released a cloud of contact knock vemon. Enough that if it contacted Hard Core..it would leave her briefly unconscious. He loved her...and could not bring himself to slay her....despite the fact she had gone rogue.*
--
She had stepped back some when he took out his omniblaster, bracing more for him to attempt using one of it's stronger weapons...but then he releases that d**nable knockout gas. She knew she could resist it for a brief while, but contact was harder to deal with as it was low pressure contact venom. She stepped back a bit farther, then lets her wings out and flaps them towards him, keeping herself moving backwards to avoid the backpull from her wings.
--
*The Schemer stepped through the cloud of vemon unharmed. The vemon had been created to specifically attack Hard Core's system. As he emerged from the cloud he shook his head in disappointment.*
Please...my dear....don't stand in my way. I don't want to harm you!! *He made the sign of the cross and backed away.* Collmay...esta...fedoraum...amen.
*And with that he fled....seeking to locate the Spectre who was on the church grounds...and use him to head back in time....where he could put his mad plan into action.*
--
She shakes her head and starts after him, though taking to the air to do so in hopes of avoiding the cloud of vaporous venom. "Don't destroy rock...please." She thought it would make more sense to kill King Henry than to destroy the bands, personally, but then considerably more things would have gone awry...but the thought faded as the venom she had come in contact with begins to effect her. Her flight became more erratic, then she falls unconscious and crashes through the air like a lead weight.
Her breathing slows and she lays there over the broken pews with her eyes fluttering closed.
--
*The Schemer could not take a chance that Hard Core would have an allergic reaction to vemon....and thus sent for the auto-doc robot to tend to her...and revive her.
Manwhile he summoned Spectre to his side. He could manipulate Tachyons....energy particles that moved faster than light...and when properly expended....could allow for time travel.*
You rang Boss?? *Spectre said as he materialized before the Schemer.*
We're going time hopping...back to the sixties. I'll provide you with exact times and dates.
Right I'll.....*Spectre started to reply..then saw Hard Core out cold.* Hey...what's going on!??
*The Schemer pulled out his omniblaster again.* No time for questions.....bring me where I wish to go....now!!
--
She twitches a bit, then coughs....as the antidote was worse tasting than the venom.
"Don't...take him. He wants to" she coughs a bit, then shoves the auto-doc aside and struggles to pull herself up. "stop rock and roll...from England." Her hand clutches one of the pews, but crushes it faster than trying to get up with it.
--
*Spectre merely shook his head. IT was obvious the Schemer was freaking out again. Something about the cloning process he used...seemed the cloned bodies would descend into madness...or rather a more obvious level of madness than was normally apparent.*
Can't you get this guy a keeper during the full moon or something, HC?? I mean really....destroy rock and roll?? How nuts can you get!!??
No!! *The Schemer shot back.* I only wish to blackmail England....and the ground work to prevent the likes of the back streek boys....and Justine. Beiber from becoming popular!!!
*Spectre nodded.* Ya know HC...that don't sound so crazy after all.
--
"Blackmailing England by stealing the Beatles sounds sane to you?" She grumbles and just forces herself to float back up instead of relying on the pews to try to support her.
"Besides, if he shows up in the past in Sin's body...that will really cause issues." She shakes her head. "And he's not telling you that he wants to get rid of Elvis."
--
Elvis?? *that struck a nerve. Spectre was a big Elvis fan.* You're going after the king!! What kinda nut are you??
*The Schemer shot back with vemon in his tone.* Fool!! You like her....afraid to face the truth!! Elvis....he's expendable!!! He's not catholic!! Any who are not part of my church....are the enemy!!
*The spectre raced froward...and grabbed the omniblaster....trying to wrestle it from his employer.*
You're wacky dude...you know that??
Leave go~~ *The schemer shot back,...fighting over the weapon.* Traitor!!!
--
She moves quickly and grabs hold of Schemer's arms and pinches the nerves in them to force them to go numb. "You are losing it, darling...listen to you. You don't even believe in God, yet you're impersonating a Catholic Bishop in line for the Popancy. You've gotten lost in your own scheme. You're betraying who you are."
--
*The pain that came from Hard Core's attack was too much....and arm went numb...allowing Specte to get ahold of the omniblaster.*
No!! No!! It all makes sense!! With British broke....they'll need money to restructure the empire. The Roman catholic church will loan them the money....and they will be a catholic nation again!!!
*He was raving as he went down.....crying out in pious madness.* Oh foul day!! My love is a traitor....Spectre has joined her...and everyone is being mean to me!!!
--
She shakes her head, wanting to just snap his neck with a little twist, he'd probably jump to a nice young healthy body. The temptation was maddening.
"Spectre...he's not even thinking like himself anymore. It's all gone Catholic insanity. You know...Holy Insane."
She leans down and simply puts her hands on her darling's shoulders, rubbing them gently. "We aren't against you, Winston...we're against Sin."
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