RR76: About last week, I was incredibly pissed off at the Raiders' poor play against the Chargers. When my good friend Queen-of-Azarath asked me when I would be updating again, I replied "The next time the Raiders win."
Well shit.
This has been in the work all week. Forgive its' lateness. Please enjoy it. Or I'll eat your brain.
Code Lyoko Bullshit of the Week:
Jeremy: Bluhblahluublah! (He's screaming in terror. It sounds like he's retarded.)
Aelita: IliketechnomusicwouldyouwatchmenexttimeIdoit? Jermey: Yes. (Cue credits)
Ulrich: (in southerner voice) We should go check on Odd. Last I checked, things with him were a little... (makes weird sliding gesture with his hand) electric...
And there you go.
REVIEW OF THE WEEK
MasterOfDemons
2005-10-07
ch 8, signedTHIS IS A REVIEW FOR CHAPTER NINE 'CUZ YOUR STORY IS SCREWED UP AND WON'T LET ME REVIEW IT. THIS STORY SUCKS ASS YOU FUCKEN MORON! YOUR OC IS A BASTAR, STUPID, FUCKER WHOSE A LAME VERSION OF YOUR ALREADY LAMER SELF! YOU CALL MY STORY BAD, YOU FUCKER, YOURS IS EVEN WORSE THAN MINE IS! YOU'RE A STUPID MORONIC FUCKER WRITER WHO CAN'T WRITE FOR SHIT! AND WHO'RE YOU TO DEDICATE THE CHAPTER TO QUEENIE? DO YOU EVEN KNOW HER? NO YOU DON'T YOU FUCKER, YOU'RE PROBABLY THE ONE SCREWING UP HER LIFE, I BET YOU'RE THE BASTARD IN CALIFORNIA AND YOUR MOM IS THAT BITCH ON THE INTERNET! IN FACT, I BET YOU'RE THE CREEPY STALKER DUDE WHOSE STALKING HER! YOU DESERVE TO BE STUCK IN THE STUPID MORONIC INSANE ASYLUM WITH THE REST OF YOUR STUPID FRIENDS WHO ARE PROBABLY JUST AS MORONIC ASSHOLES JUST LIKE YOU! GO TO HELL FUCKER, AND TAKE YOUR STUPID BASTARD CARSON WITH YOU!
Ah, MasterOfDemons...where to start? For one, tch, nice bio dude. You're either really self-hating, or someone is really good at hacking. Have you even seen it yet?
And also, MY OC sucks? That Demon's a fucking fruitcake. And you probably could have given him some backstory, or a better name, or SOMETHING to make him more believable.
"Bastard in California?" Hmm...I DO live in California...unfortunately, I do have a father. Sorry, wrong answer but you do get a year's supply of turtlewax.
My "MOM IS THAT BITCH ON THE INTERNET"? What the hell are you talking about?
Heh. My friend, I just want to point out our stories mutual stats. Just to see if I can validate all the shit you spoke of my series.
Let's see:
The Final Fantasy of Zelda
Chapters: 27 - Words: 15441 - Reviews: 52 -
And the last six reviews are flames, so, that brings you to a mere 46. I mean, it took 27 chapters for you to rack up 46 actual reviews. We all gotta start somewhere, I suppose. Of course, YOU'RE starting in...how did the guy who hacked your account put it? A circle time in preschool? Heh, classic. I want to meet that guy.
Now, let's compare those to my story, Carson.
Chapters: 11 - Words: 14324 - Reviews: 59
You have 16 more chapters than me and 1117 more words than me. So naturally, you should have more reviews, right? WRONG! You have four less reviews--and six of those 52 are flames, so technically, 13 less reviews. Sorry, pal.
But wait! There's more!
59 (Carson)
49 (Things that go bump in the night)
55 (Ascension)
Add them up and you get a grand total of 163 reviews. I have a combined 29 chapters in this series. You have two less. You should have just as many, maybe slightly less reviews than I do, but for some odd reason, you don't. So either nobody's interested in your story or you just can't write for shit. Or both, perhaps.
Of course, I'm probably wrong. After all, I DO belong in a STUPID MORONIC INSANE ASYLUM, along with my STUPID MORONIC ASSHOLE FRIENDS. Go to hell, you say? Sure. See you there.
Comments on MasterOfDemon's review are welcome. And, heh, check out his bio, it's...well, just take a look at it. It's hilarious. Who did that? I mean it, whoever did that is...wow.
This chapter is dedicated to the memories of Rosa Parks, Wellington Mara and Bill King. Parks needs no intro. Mara was the owner of the New York Giants since the fifties, and helped shape the NFL into the fine organization it is today. King was, simply put, the king of sports broadcasting from 1966-1992. He joins Lyle Alzado, Bobby Chandler, Dan Birdwell, Wayne Valley and the other great Raiders of yore in football heavan. The Raiders Nation salutes you, Mr. King.
And, sadly, TheKidFromTheSouth has left the building, as you may have heard. Hope you come back soon, man.
I do not own Teen Titans, or anything from Angel.
Enough talk. On with the story.
Cyborg collapsed on the couch, speechless at Raven's revelation. Starfire stood there, an expression of sympathy on her face. Beast Boy stood next to her, a hand on her shoulder for support. There was an uncomfortable silence filling the air.
Cyborg broke the silence. "So lemme get this straight: Some demon overlord posessed you, and he's gonna use you to destory the world?" Raven nodded. Cyborg sighed in relief. "Hell, it's nothing we haven't done before."
"That's where you're wrong," Raven corrected. "I had knowladge of the Trigon's plans long before he implemented them. I knew exactly what would happen, and I knew what my enemies were capable of...Slade notwithstanding. This time..." she sighed. "I don't know what's going to happen. The only thing we can do is to wait it out and see what happens."
"I do not accept that," Starfire said firmly. "Surely there is something we do. Perhaps in one of your books--"
"I've gone through the books over and over again, Starfire. I've poured over all my online sources. Nothing."
"Maybe there's something you missed?" Cyborg suggested. "Maybe a book you don't have or something."
"I have the most complete collection of demonology and prophecy on the west coast," Raven said. "I doubt there's something I've missed."
"Um..." Beast Boy raised his hand. "Just wanna throw this out there: Starfire said that her people knew about Trigon. Maybe they know a thing or two about this Pavayne dude. Or maybe Val-Yor could help us. I mean, I know none of him are in a hurry to see that dick again, but--"
"Val-Yor is a grimplorking krelchfit not fit to stimulate the zonsphar of the most hideous and disgusting sklurch. I would sooner die than employ him," Starfire huffed.
The other Titans stared. "Well..." Beast Boy cleared his throat. "There's always the Tamaranians..."
Raven shook her head. "I doubt they would know about him. From what little I have gathered, I know that Pavayne is older than any civilization on this or any other planet, and he's kept a low profile throughout his life." She paused. "The only person who would have known anything about him was...Carson."
"Carson?" Cyborg asked. "Gunslinging swordswinging throw-people-off-the-roof-of-their-own-homes-ing Carson? Ain't he dead?"
Raven was silent for a moment. "...He didn't...take all his secrets to the grave."
"You mean there's some info he left behind?" Beast Boy asked.
"In a manner of speaking." Raven took a deep breath, readying herself for the worst. "Carson is--"
A soft beeping sound met their ears. Raven sighed in relief and pressed a button on the computor. The familiar and rather surprisingly pale face of Robin greeted her.
"Robin!" Starfire shouted, flying over to the screen, joy flowing from every pore. "I am overjoyed to see you again! Have you perhaps found that which you were searching for?"
Robin looked at Raven questioningly, and Raven nodded her consent. "I did."
"Glorious!" Starfire shouted, twirling in the air. "Then you will be rejoyning us soon?"
"As soon as I can," he said warmly. Turning back to the others, Robin continued. "Not long ago, Raven asked me to do her a favor. She wanted me to head over to Gotham City and dig through the estate of our dearly departed friend Carson." A muscle in his face twitched at the mention of his 'deceaced' foil. "I went to his old aprartment and found his journal, which contained a set of coordinents leading right into the heart of the Mojave desert. What I found there..." he swallowed. "I'll fill you in on everything later. I'm sending you something now, it should contain all the info you need."
A small pop-up appeared on the screen. Raven pulled it up and looked over it. She raised an eyebrow. "'Wolfram and Hart, attorneys at law?'"
"Great," Beast Boy scoffed. "We'll sue Pavayne. THAT'LL stop him..."
"You can't be serious," Raven said in disbelief. "You want me to walk up to Evil Inc. and ask them if I can borrow a cup of information?"
"Please," Starfire interrupted. "I have heard disparaging phrases directed at attourneys of this planet before, but never before the word 'Evil.'"
"I've heard of these guys Robin," Cyborg said. "We march in there, they'll tear us apart."
"Hey, for those of us in the audience who don't know what the hell you're talking about?" Beast Boy snapped.
Robin sighed. "It's a law firm dedicated to spreading evil and disharmony. They have offices in almost every major city and connections to every world leader. They effectively control the planet. At one."
Beast Boy's ears drooped. "Oh."
"Naturally, guys like them wouldn't take kindly to us superhero types," Robin said. "Raven, on the other hand, can get in there without any hassel."
"That's the upside of being linked to the third most powerful demon in the universe," Raven said with a small smile.
"Third?" asked Beast Boy.
"He's dead. That kinda makes his stock drop."
"Oh."
"Hey Robin," Cyborg asked. "Just curious, what do a bunch of evil dudes with briefcases and legal mumbo-jumbo have to do with Carson?"
"I..." Robin quivered. "I'll tell you later. Suffice to say, they had a close relationship at one point. Something called Project Darkside."
Beast Boy suddenly got it. "Wolfram and Hart is connected to Carson...Carson is connected to Pavayne...find these guys..."
"Ding," Cyborg said dryly. He checked his chronomitor. "3.21 minutes. Is that a personal best?"
The others chuckled. "As entertaining as this all is..." Raven pressed.
"Oh yeah." Robin cleared his throat and got into Leader Mode. "I should be back by nightfall. In the meantime, Cyborg and Raven, head for San Diego. That's the closest office they have. There was one in L.A. but it mysteriously collapsed in May of last year." He looked at the Titans. "I'm counting on you guys. Don't screw up." The screen shut off.
"Thanks for the words of confidence Robin," Cyborg muttered.
"Hey, it still beats the whole speech about hope," Beast Boy quipped.
"You ready for this?" Cyborg asked. Raven nodded shakily.
The two stood in the lobby of the San Diego branch of Wolfram and Hart, waiting for their meeting with the head of the office. Naturally, the two were more than nervous.
Cyborg glanced at her. "You okay? I haven't seen you this shaken up since..."
"I'm...just not sure if I can do this," she said. "Evil beings tend to be drawn to me, if you hadn't noticed. I don't think it's wise to walk right into the lion's den."
Cyborg put a hand on her shoulder. "We'll get through this Rae. 'Sides," he added, taking in his surroundings, "this place doesn't seem so bad."
Just then, Raven noticed a heavy breathing noise, accompanied by a foul odor. She looked up...right into the face of a large, green-skinned demon, breathing down on her. The demon grinned at her.
"...Hello," Raven said in a get-the-hell-out-of-my-face tone.
The demon pointed at her. "You! Human girl! How much you charge?"
Raven stared at the demon. "Beg pardon?" she asked
"How much you charge?" the demon repeated. "Require satisfaction!"
Raven stared blankly. "You...want to...challenge me to a duel?"
The demon slapped it's large green forehead. "Human girl so stupid! Did not know she had yellow hair!"
Cyborg leaned over to her. "I think he just called you a dumb blonde," he whispered.
Raven sighed. "Look, big guy, if you wouldn't mind getting the hell out of my face--"
"Require satisfaction! How much you charge?" he repeated once more, punctuating his sentance with a pelvic thrust. "Human girl better than no girl at all. Too many lonely nights. How much you charge?"
Raven suddenly got it. She stood slowly. "Get. The hell. Away from me."
"I pay good money," the demon drawled, shoving his face close to hers. "Have nice hole in ground. Comfortable bed." He looked over her body. "Not unnatractive. Wish to know what girl looks like underneath clothing. Want to taste her.Bet she tastes sweet..."
Raven leaned in closer, and her eyes turned jet black. "Know you not who you deal with, wretch?" she growled in a demonic voice. "I am Raven, daughter of Trigon the Terrible, and if you do not ceace your advances, I will tear your intestines out, tie them around your neck and strangle you with them."
The demon grinned wider. "Girl likes it rough, I'll bet."
"Okay man, that's enough," Cyborg said. "I'm tellin' you now, leave her--"
The demon punched Cyborg in the chest, denting his titanium armor and sending him falling backward. He turned back to Raven, and found her small, dainty hand clenched into a fist, buried in his stomach. She gave a tug and tore out his thick, long brown intestines, wrapped them around the demon's neck and slowly began to tighten her grip. After a moment, the demon fell to the ground, his yellow eyes bulging out of his sockets.
Cyborg stood up and stared at Raven's handiwork. "Um...nice job?" he offered.
Raven stared at her hand in disgust. "Didn't know I had it in me," she said catatonically. She made a mental note to yell at Carson for taking over her body without consent, and for the grossness of the killing blow.
The secretary, a woman of about 22 years, walked over to them, sparing a glance at the gruesome body of the demon. "Um, care to explain what happened?"
"He thought I was a hooker," Raven said bluntly.
The secretary shook her head. "V'Raknel demons. They're insatiable. And they have good money." She sighed. "This'll be a bitch to explain..." She looked back at the two Titans. "The, um, director will see you know," she said, and motioned for them to follow her. She led them up a flight of stairs, over to the main office. She stepped inside. "Director Wilson, Mr. Victor Stone and Ms. Raven Roth of Jump City."
The directer turned his chair around to gazed at his new clients. He was middle aged, with graying hair and a goatee. An eye patch was over his left eye. His right eye was ashen gray, and seemed to pierce through their very souls. "Thank you, Delina. That will be all."
Delina turned to leave, then remembered something. "Also, um, they killed Mr. Mo'Vash, I was wondering what I should say to the V'Raknel tribe?"
"Send them a gift basket," Directer Wilson said, waving a hand dismissively. Delina nodded and left the room.
"Please, sit down," he said, motioning to the seats in front of him. The two Titans took his offer and sat. Directer Wilson eyed the two of them carefully, his good eye shifting back and forth between them. Finally, he spoke. "You are Cyborg and Raven of the Teen Titans."
Cyborg cleared his throat. "Um...yeah."
"I have heard of you," Directer Wilson said. "Seen you in combat. Very impressive, both of you." His right eye locked with Raven's. "Though I cannot understand why you, of all people, would do the things you do."
"What can I say?" Raven said. "I sleep easy knowing that I keep people like you behind bars."
Directer Wilson chuckled. "People like me?"
"You're the head of Wolfram and Hart, Mr. Wilson," she said darkly. "There's not much else I need to know about you to know that you're not one to work at soup kitchens on Christmas eve."
Wilson nodded. "I am a family man, Ms. Roth."
She shook her head in disgust. "I pity your spawn..."
Wilson smiled. "As well you should. But enough about me. What I want to know is what are two bright young...gifted children doing in a place like Wolfram and Hart?"
"You have information we need," Cyborg said, again with the bluntyness. "Something called the Darkside project. We know your firm has connections to it."
The directer's calm demeanor disappeared for an instant, as a look of doubt crossed his face. It was only for an instant, however. "You have come to the right place." He stood and walked to a file cabinet. "While the Darkside incident did not occur during my teanure as C.E.O. of this fine firm, I do have firsthand experience with the project." He retrieved a file folder and handed it to Cyborg, who in turn handed it to Raven. "I was, in the prime of my life, known as Colonal S. Wilson, stationed in Area 40 in the Mojave desert. A research facility, to be precise. We were a little-known branch of the military--posing as a group of Air Force test pilots, when in fact, we were part of something much bigger than that." He sat back down. "Our forte was in demon research and defense."
Raven put the file down on the directer's desk. "We're not interested in paperwork, Mr. Wilson. You have first-hand experience, you're going to tell us. Right now."
Directer Wilson leaned back. "Under whose authority?"
This time it was Raven's turn to intimidate. "Listen," she hissed. "I am having an exceptionally bad week, and you're about to make it ten times worse. Now either you tell me what I want to know or your secretary's gonna have two sets of intestines to uncoil around someone's neck."
Wilson's smile faded slightly. "You're serious, aren't you?"
Cyborg put a hand on Raven's shoulder, easing her back into her seat. He stared Wilson in the eye. "What happened in that facility?" he asked.
Wilson turned his chair to look out the window, taking a deep breath. "A week before the Persian Gulf war ended, the Pentagon sent us a top secret document conaining information on something we found in Kuwait. A child. An infant. Originally, they thought it was orphaned by a platoon of Iraqi soldiers on a rampage of pillage and plunder. Then...we saw it was much more. It desroyed an entire squad of Iraqi tanks and a landing strip in as much time as it takes to pull the trigger on an M-16. Obviously, the kid was something special. So..."
"They sent him your way," Raven finished.
Wilson nodded. "The child was accompanied by the man who found him, one Sergent Richard Fargas. He had taken a liking to him and insisted on adopting him. He even went so far as to name the boy." He closed his eye. "He named him Carson."
Another moment of silence. Wilson continued. "Over the next four years, Carson grew, and as his body matured, so too did his incredible power. Though he was young, he managed to control it exceptionally well. And he didn't even act like a test subject. He was allowed to roam free throughout the base. He was...one of us. Everybody adored him, and he was never happier. Then," he said, pausing. "Then the Pentagon took matters into their own hands."
"They were unsatisfied with what they deemed a 'lack of progress' on Sergent Fargas's behalf. They decided to transfer him, promoting him to Colonal and transfering him to another base in Nevada. Carson remained behind." Wilson swallowed hard and continued. "The man they sent to replace Fargas...One Colonal Horus Chryplewicz..." he snickered. "Dredful name. Anyway, the Colonal took over the base and made certain that young Carson was pushed to the edge. Where Fargas saw a young boy, and a world of opportunities in his life, the Army saw a weapon. An obscenely powerful one. And, of course, they had no idea how to wield his enormous power. That," he said. "Was where Wolfram and Hart came in."
"The firm sent in psychics, mediums, and demonology experts to study Carson. They tested his responses, his strenth, speed, reflexes...and then they attempted to read him. See into his future and the like. What they found shocked them beyond belief."
"...What did they find?" Raven pressed.
Wilson looked at her. "They saw the future he was to create. They saw his destiny. And it was one of destruction and doom. Entire nations falling before him. Apocalypse, and so forth. Many words, prominent ones. I remember them well...'Pandemonium'...'Ascension'...
"Ascension..." Raven whispered.
Wilson raised an eyebrow. "This word means something to you?"
Raven shook her head. "Later. Just...keep going."
"Very well," Wilson said. "The psychics left, and Chryplewicz continued with the research. He was determined to unleash Carson's latent powers, no matter the cost. And so, he pushed the boy to his limits. He tortured him, night and day, the boy's screams echoing throughout the base. The men pleaded with him to stop, but he stood firm in his conviction. A stubborn man, to say the least." He smiled an evil smile. "It cost him his life."
The two teens sat, mesmerised, and Wilson continued. "I do not know exactly what happened, only that the boy snapped, finally. He broke through his restraints and went on a rampage. I was in the middle of lunch, in fact, when the alarm went off. We grabbed out weapons and spread out through the base, hoping to put a stop to him. They piled soldiers in the corridors, creating line after line of defense. And Carson broke through all of them. One by one, they were slaughtered. He would come, we would fight, the few of us that survived retreated."
He closed his eye, haunted at the memory. "We made our last stand in the mess hall. We pooled our ammunition, and took whatever weapons we could find. We even resorted to sharpening spoons and forks for melee combat. And then...he came." He smiled. "I assure you, the mess hall lived up to it's name by the end of the day. Grenades, machine guns, shotguns, our makeshift weapons, none of it was enough. Carson killed every last one of them."
"Except for you?" Cyborg asked skeptically.
Wilson looked at him. "Of course not. A few of us saw the futility in out actions. Myself, the Colonal, and four others made a break for it. We made it to the garage, when Carson caught up to us. He killed two of the soldiers...and then...he went for the Colonal. Myself and my last remaining comrades were meaningless, as long as he got his revenge. And trust me, he got it all right."
"What happened to him?" Raven asked.
"...That...I do not know. Perhaps, though, it is for the best. I did not envy Colonal Chryplewicz at the end." He turned his chair back to face the two. "My two remaining comrades wandered until the supply convoy came along. They picked us up and we were taken to Washington, D.C. to be debriefed. We were each given commendations and promotions, and reassigned. As for the base...I assume they destroyed it, or at least sealed it."
Raven sat in shock. So that was why when Robin called the tower...
"Now then," Wilson said, moving on. "I do believe you had a question about the Ascension?"
Raven snapped out of her trance. "If you would be so kind..."
Wilson smiled. "Of course. I do know a thing or two about these. The Ascension is a mystical process. It allows a human being to become a full demon, with the proper rituals, that is. There are rituals to become just about any fully-fledged demon that ever existed. Azorath, Chernabog, Surter, Tiamat...even your father, Ms. Roth."
Raven's breath caught in her throat.
Wilson pressed a button on his desk. "Delina, see to it that the two Titans are provided with all the information available on the Ascension."
"Will do, Boss," Delina's voice said with an electronic crackle.
"You may take the folder on the Darkside project, if you wish," Wilson said. "I have no need to keep it. Old painful memories. You understand, of course."
"Um...yeah," Cyborg said numbly. "We'll just...be on our...come on Raven." His companion stood and followed him out of the room.
"Oh, and Raven," Wilson called. "Do give your friend Robin my regards." Raven hurried out of the room, leaving Wilson seemingly alone.
"Interesting girl," a voice said from behind him. Wilson turned to see a young man in a black trench coat walk out from a small alcove in the corner of the room. "I hope she liked the story. Can't wait for you to write your memoirs, old man."
Wilson looked at him. "You're back early. How was Gotham?"
"Same old dank city. Hasn't changed much since I lived there. Found your boy Robin poking his nose in places where it ought not be poked." He stepped up next to his boss. "I never get tired of that story, though."
"Has your sister returned yet?" Wilson asked.
The young man shook his head. "You know her. She likes to take her time. One of her more annoying qualities..." He made for the door, facing Wilson the whole time. "Um, if you'll excuse me, I have to take your secretary home and tear her clothes off. You understand, of course."
Wilson nodded understandingly. "Save some for the honeymoon, Romeo," he scolded slightly.
"Just don't give me the 'Don't have sex the night before you go on a job, it saps your strength' speech," the young man said, walking out the door
"Carson."
The assassin turned his head to see his blue-cloaked captor standing behind him. "Raven," he said, acknowledging her.
Raven took a seat next to Carson, dangling her legs from the edge of the cliff. Carson spoke first. "So. You heard about what happened in the desert, I take it?"
Raven nodded. "Very...gruesome."
"Some of my best work," Carson said in a melencholy tone.
Raven craned her neck to get a look at Carson's face. "...Why so glum then? If it's your best work--"
"Make no mistake about it, those men got what they had coming to them," Carson said. "The things they did to me...I still got the scars, Raven. Physically and otherwise." He sighed. "I'd have given anything to get back at those bastards, and hell, if I'd had half a chance, I would have killed them and poured every last once of my blind rage into making sure their last moments on Earth were filled with agony."
Raven stared blankly at him. "Well...you kinda did."
Carson scoffed. "Have you listened to a word I've said since I've been here? You've read my mind, you've sensed what I am. And the visions--do I need to remind you of the visions?"
"Please don't," Raven moaned, rubbing her forehead.
"Obviously I do, because you don't seem to get it. There's something inside me, Raven. Something ancient. Something evil. Something that makes Pavayne and Trigon and even the good fellows down at Wolfram and Hart seem like church choir boys. IT killed the soldiers at that installation, not me. They wanted to push me to the breaking point, they did. And they paid with their blood." He sighed. "That beast...that Hellgod...has been the source of my power for all these years. They awakened it that day in the desert, and for the last ten years it has consumed me. It's done me good so far, but even still, I've never truly wanted it." He looked at her. "That's why I signed on with your father."
A look of understanding crossed Raven's face. "He told you he could seperate you from the Hellgod."
Carson nodded. "My life for Terra's. It was an easy deal. And when it came time for Trigon to hold up his end of the bargain, he skipped out. Left me hanging."
Raven stared. "And then...?"
A sad smile played it's way across Carson's face. "And then...that's about when your boy Garfield came along. You know the rest." The two sat in silence for a couple minutes.
It didn't last. "I met your happier side today," Carson mentioned.
"Did you, now?"
"Yep. Left me this." Carson handed Raven an empty bowl with a few traces of white goo sticking to the surface.
Raven looked it with bemusement. "What the hell is this?"
"A bowl, duh."
Raven gave him a look. "I can see that. What was in it?"
"Porridge," Carson said casually. "Got it from said happy side. I spent the better part of today trying to figure out where the hell SHE got it from."
"Well, I got something else for you to mull over," Raven said, pulling a file folder out of her robe.
Carson took the folder. "Naked photos?"
Raven smacked him on the head. "Perv. They're documents. Specifically, documents on the Ascension. Robin and the others couldn't make heads or tales out of them, so I figured you might have a chance--"
Carson snatched the folder from a slightly miffed Raven and poked through it. "Hmm...yeah, I think I can work with this."
Raven perked up. "Really?"
"Yeah. Gimme a couple hours, I'll have what you need by then."
"Great. Thanks." Raven stood up to go. "By the way, thanks for taking care of that demon over at Wolfram and Hart for me." Carson smiled, and Raven began to walk away.
"Oh, and Raven?" Carson called. Raven turned around. "If you see Happiness anywhere, and she says something about me being in love with you, don't believe it, okay?"
Raven nodded, an amused look on her face, and turned to leave. Carson went back to the task at hand. "She doesn't need to know yet..." he told himself.
RR76: And so the plot further thickens. It's about goddamn time you found out what the Ascension is. I didn't like the ending too much though. And there was no fight scene. Damn. Ah, well. Just to make some things clear:
HORUS CHRYPLEWICZ has his name taken from a little-known tight end for the Detroit Lions by name of Pete Chryplewicz. I wanted to give him the dumbest name I could think of.
DELINA'S name was random.
YOUNG MAN'S identity...will not be revealed yet.
DIRECTER WILSON...If you can't figure him out, I will find you and cut out your throat.
WOLFRAM AND HART is copyright Mutant Enemy, inc. They were the law firm in Angel that was, well, evil. See seasons 1-5 of Angel. Sorry, I was too lazy to think of anything original.
THE ASCENSION is also owned my Mr. Whedon. See season 3 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
I hereby reccomend to anyone who likes westerns and/or sci-fi to buy the boxed set of the show Firefly. My dad got it for his birthday, and I'm nearly done watching the whole thing. That show ROCKS. River's hilarious. How can you not love her? She shot people! And she says the funniest stuff. "The food is problematic." God, I love that...
Anyway, this should shut you fellas up for a while. Till next I update!
-RR76
KEEP WATCHING THE GODDAMNED MEDICINE CABINET, BITCHES!