Well, I guess you didn't like this one too much. Only three reviews?
Frankly, you people disgust me. Still, I suppose I'd better answer them
anyway:
Legolas Stalker Tay: If it was up to me, I certainly would. But I'll have to check with the Raven. I'm sure she'll agree, though . . .
HappyBunny: Um . . . you seem to have missed the point here. *I* get to be Minister for Fire. The letter was to *me*. But I've got no use for colouring books, so you can have one once Raven takes over. I promise.
Raven Firedragon: Hello again, dear. I'd never have guessed that you'd review. Don't worry, I'll make you more notorious than you can possibly imagine. As for the other . . . if I say yes, I suspect other people will ask for them, ff.net will decide this is an auction (which it isn't) and shut me down again. So . . . let's settle this away from here, yes? (Anyone else reading, you'll find out if she got them when they show up here). My 'Loving Friend'? Aren't we getting a bit poetic here?
Now that I've had a nice chat with two people I'm never gonna meet and one who I know very well indeed, let's get on with this thing, shall we?
* * * *
Boromir was very confused. The Raven, his new Master, had given him a quick tour of her complex before handing him a strange device called a Lapt Op and telling him to learn how to use it.
Having been taught the language of this strange land before being sold off, this was relatively easy. He had reported back to her after two days, at which point she had given him a ticket for an 'Aerop Lane' and instructions to contact her via the Inter Net when he reached the place the Aerop Lane was going to: Washing Ton.
Apparently this Washing Ton was a city similar to Minas Tirith, his former home, except larger and without the mountain. This made no sense, of course - since the fall of Osgiliath, Men had always built on mountainsides for defence. Nevertheless, he could not argue with the Raven. So, with suitably low expectations, he set off.
* * * *
Raven: Warrior is en route to Washington.
Reaper: Huntress is on station in London.
Raven: I'm heading out to check on the Device and its transport.
Reaper: Okay. Be careful, Raven.
Raven: As ever, Reaper. Go in peace.
Reaper: Go in peace.
* * * *
Boromir shuddered as he stepped out of the Air Port. The Raven hadn't told him that an Aerop Lane was a huge metal bird! He'd have nightmares about that for weeks now! Still, he supposed that she was used to such things, being a native of this strange world.
Remembering his instructions, he pulled the Lapt Op from his bag and connected it to another strange device, the Mob Isle Fone. When the machine went 'beep' he tapped out, slowly due to his lack of practice, 'Warrior' - that was the name they'd told him to use - 'has arrived.'
Almost immediately, a reply came back. Black letters appeared on the window of the Lapt:
Reaper: Well done, Warrior. Raven isn't online right now, so I have to give you your instructions. Look at the map on your screen.
An image appeared on the window. It appeared to be a map of a city, although the scale was blatantly wrong. This thing was ten times larger than Osgiliath in its prime! Still, he supposed with a smile, he should humour them.
Warrior: I see it.
Reaper: We need you to watch the building marked 'Hall'. Note down when people come and go, when the most will be there, that sort of thing. Raven will contact you at a later date. Go in peace. Reaper out.
Shaking his head, Boromir folded the Lapt up, put it away, and started walking. These people really were very strange.
* * * *
Well? What did you think? Was it interesting? Do you want to see more? Do you think that my descriptions of America are woefully inaccurate (Quite likely, as I've never been there)? Do you absolutely hate me for some inexplicable (or even explicable) reason? If the answer to any of these is yes, you may want to review and tell me. Or even if none of them apply to you. Please? I do like reviewers, and Raven may decide to kill you if you don't review.
Please?
hS
Legolas Stalker Tay: If it was up to me, I certainly would. But I'll have to check with the Raven. I'm sure she'll agree, though . . .
HappyBunny: Um . . . you seem to have missed the point here. *I* get to be Minister for Fire. The letter was to *me*. But I've got no use for colouring books, so you can have one once Raven takes over. I promise.
Raven Firedragon: Hello again, dear. I'd never have guessed that you'd review. Don't worry, I'll make you more notorious than you can possibly imagine. As for the other . . . if I say yes, I suspect other people will ask for them, ff.net will decide this is an auction (which it isn't) and shut me down again. So . . . let's settle this away from here, yes? (Anyone else reading, you'll find out if she got them when they show up here). My 'Loving Friend'? Aren't we getting a bit poetic here?
Now that I've had a nice chat with two people I'm never gonna meet and one who I know very well indeed, let's get on with this thing, shall we?
* * * *
Boromir was very confused. The Raven, his new Master, had given him a quick tour of her complex before handing him a strange device called a Lapt Op and telling him to learn how to use it.
Having been taught the language of this strange land before being sold off, this was relatively easy. He had reported back to her after two days, at which point she had given him a ticket for an 'Aerop Lane' and instructions to contact her via the Inter Net when he reached the place the Aerop Lane was going to: Washing Ton.
Apparently this Washing Ton was a city similar to Minas Tirith, his former home, except larger and without the mountain. This made no sense, of course - since the fall of Osgiliath, Men had always built on mountainsides for defence. Nevertheless, he could not argue with the Raven. So, with suitably low expectations, he set off.
* * * *
Raven: Warrior is en route to Washington.
Reaper: Huntress is on station in London.
Raven: I'm heading out to check on the Device and its transport.
Reaper: Okay. Be careful, Raven.
Raven: As ever, Reaper. Go in peace.
Reaper: Go in peace.
* * * *
Boromir shuddered as he stepped out of the Air Port. The Raven hadn't told him that an Aerop Lane was a huge metal bird! He'd have nightmares about that for weeks now! Still, he supposed that she was used to such things, being a native of this strange world.
Remembering his instructions, he pulled the Lapt Op from his bag and connected it to another strange device, the Mob Isle Fone. When the machine went 'beep' he tapped out, slowly due to his lack of practice, 'Warrior' - that was the name they'd told him to use - 'has arrived.'
Almost immediately, a reply came back. Black letters appeared on the window of the Lapt:
Reaper: Well done, Warrior. Raven isn't online right now, so I have to give you your instructions. Look at the map on your screen.
An image appeared on the window. It appeared to be a map of a city, although the scale was blatantly wrong. This thing was ten times larger than Osgiliath in its prime! Still, he supposed with a smile, he should humour them.
Warrior: I see it.
Reaper: We need you to watch the building marked 'Hall'. Note down when people come and go, when the most will be there, that sort of thing. Raven will contact you at a later date. Go in peace. Reaper out.
Shaking his head, Boromir folded the Lapt up, put it away, and started walking. These people really were very strange.
* * * *
Well? What did you think? Was it interesting? Do you want to see more? Do you think that my descriptions of America are woefully inaccurate (Quite likely, as I've never been there)? Do you absolutely hate me for some inexplicable (or even explicable) reason? If the answer to any of these is yes, you may want to review and tell me. Or even if none of them apply to you. Please? I do like reviewers, and Raven may decide to kill you if you don't review.
Please?
hS