(war bird flys over stadium)
Genghis: "An Angel went down this year."
Bo Hunk: "He take one of his team with him? Hit somebody?"
Genghis: "No, I think it was an engine that went out. Fuel problem."
Bo Hunk: "Well you never know what will happen when those engines get hold of that high test alcohol..."
22 November 2007
10 November 2007
La Vida Loca
We were relaxing, tired, but content from our day with The Emissary. I swirled the warm red wine in my glass and smiled at The Bishop. The light silhouetted his form, as he intently gazed into his crystal, waiting for a message from The Factor.
The Bishop's brow furrowed, "He'll be late at best."
"What does he say?"
"The authorities closed the main port and he had to negotiate transport." The Bishop responded, then a smile broke across his face. "It seems he had to take a coach to Latacunga, then to Guayaquil to make his final escape on a vessel bound for The Republic."
I looked questioningly at The Bishop -- The Factor was, after all, accustomed to making last minute tactical decisions on the fly, and mob-like situations were not uncommon to him.
The Bishop explained, "Apparently the coach fare included cultural immersion... complete with loud ethnic music for the many hours of transport."
I laughed out loud. The Factor certainly was living La Vida Loca...
The Bishop's brow furrowed, "He'll be late at best."
"What does he say?"
"The authorities closed the main port and he had to negotiate transport." The Bishop responded, then a smile broke across his face. "It seems he had to take a coach to Latacunga, then to Guayaquil to make his final escape on a vessel bound for The Republic."
I looked questioningly at The Bishop -- The Factor was, after all, accustomed to making last minute tactical decisions on the fly, and mob-like situations were not uncommon to him.
The Bishop explained, "Apparently the coach fare included cultural immersion... complete with loud ethnic music for the many hours of transport."
I laughed out loud. The Factor certainly was living La Vida Loca...
30 October 2007
The Pink Warriors
Dripping wet, I walked over and grabbed the towel on its hook. It was warm and fresh, and I deduced that The Lizard was on the job, making The Heights a more habitable location for man and beast, regardless whether we asked for the service or not.
The Bishop had already started to dry himself, and unexpectedly began to chuckle.
"What are you in such a good mood about?" I asked, thinking The Lizard's little luxury had brightened my friend's usually dour mood.
"I'm remembering the old days in the monastery... religious warrior's training." He replied, a happy, distant look in his eyes.
I grinned, "When you and Justice first met?"
"It was a good time. But I'm not thinking of Justice as much as I am a specific event. The warm cloth reminded me."
The Bishop remained quiet for awhile, smiling slightly. The curiosity getting the better of me, I asked, "Are you going to leave me in the dark?"
The Bishop's grin widened.
"The Instructors would gather our clothing at the end of each day's training to be laundered. Each student had his own sack that would be secured and washed in the hot water."
I nodded and he continued.
"We had received new cuirass covers, colored according to the tactical service of the wearer. Some received purple, others white, some had blue, and some others had red covers. As usual, at the end of that day's training, we put the new covers into our sacks with the rest of our gear to be laundered. When we returned the next afternoon for drills, those in our company who had red covers were surprised to find that the dye had leached out onto the rest of their clothing. Their tunics and stockings were stained a light pink color, and the red covers had faded to a similar, but darker shade!"
I began to smile, and The Bishop finished his story.
"The Instructors proceeded to mortify the victims of the wash by expounding upon how non-threatening the Pink Warriors would be on the battlefield. This was simply an attempt to shed ridicule onto others since the Instructors were the ones to blame for procuring low quality garments. But that didn't make it any less funny to me, especially considering that I would not have minded the color choice in the slightest."
I was now laughing heartily, mostly at the image of holy warriors adorned in pink, but also at my compatriot's predictable sense of style.
The Bishop had already started to dry himself, and unexpectedly began to chuckle.
"What are you in such a good mood about?" I asked, thinking The Lizard's little luxury had brightened my friend's usually dour mood.
"I'm remembering the old days in the monastery... religious warrior's training." He replied, a happy, distant look in his eyes.
I grinned, "When you and Justice first met?"
"It was a good time. But I'm not thinking of Justice as much as I am a specific event. The warm cloth reminded me."
The Bishop remained quiet for awhile, smiling slightly. The curiosity getting the better of me, I asked, "Are you going to leave me in the dark?"
The Bishop's grin widened.
"The Instructors would gather our clothing at the end of each day's training to be laundered. Each student had his own sack that would be secured and washed in the hot water."
I nodded and he continued.
"We had received new cuirass covers, colored according to the tactical service of the wearer. Some received purple, others white, some had blue, and some others had red covers. As usual, at the end of that day's training, we put the new covers into our sacks with the rest of our gear to be laundered. When we returned the next afternoon for drills, those in our company who had red covers were surprised to find that the dye had leached out onto the rest of their clothing. Their tunics and stockings were stained a light pink color, and the red covers had faded to a similar, but darker shade!"
I began to smile, and The Bishop finished his story.
"The Instructors proceeded to mortify the victims of the wash by expounding upon how non-threatening the Pink Warriors would be on the battlefield. This was simply an attempt to shed ridicule onto others since the Instructors were the ones to blame for procuring low quality garments. But that didn't make it any less funny to me, especially considering that I would not have minded the color choice in the slightest."
I was now laughing heartily, mostly at the image of holy warriors adorned in pink, but also at my compatriot's predictable sense of style.
05 September 2007
The Port Palace
"A brothel," I replied, adding "and quite a good one."
The Lizard turned her head and grinned one of her knowing, mischievious smiles for my benefit.
A crimson hue flushed beneath an ebony mask as I continued past my comrades to our rooms...
Island in the Clouds
"Will Vultan greet us in person?" The Lizard asked enthusiastically.
I gazed a moment longer at the beauty of my winged friend's realm, and then nodded my answer with a smile.
27 August 2007
The Karma of Toiletries
"You must put all of your liquids in one of these bags," the Helpful Female Traveler stated, then asked "Do you have any shampoo?"
The bald Tibetan monk in saffron robes smiled and nodded understanding...
The bald Tibetan monk in saffron robes smiled and nodded understanding...
06 August 2007
Zombies
I was having a hard time convincing myself this was same warrior I had once rode alongside. He had nearly matched my legendary stamina, was full of enthusiasm, but now seemed beaten and tired.
We had not seen him for a moon's cycle and decided to call upon his home after we returned from our most victorious campaign, to tell tales and enlist his attendance on the next adventure. The greeting at his manor door was welcoming, and open, but we soon began to realize something was amiss. Our hosts were quiet, forlorn, haggard. There was an air of uneasiness blanketing the gathering, and unspoken anticipation of dire occurrences, so we ended our visit prematurely, reasoned by pending engagements.
"It's a disease," The Bishop frowned, having kept his tongue during our brief call. "A curse, or charm perhaps, transmitted by the infected, and eagerly received by the next victims!"
The Bishop had sworn an oath, so I understood his basic misgivings for our friend's situation, but still smiled at his traditional vitriol. I, on the other hand, had no prejudice in the matter, yet still could not fathom why someone would intentionally place themselves in such a taxing and unprofitable predicament.
"But they chose this path," The Lizard countered, though her face betrayed her concern with what she had seen and heard. "I believe they did not fully fathom the depths of their undertaking. Still, we should respect their decision, and meditate for them."
I looked at The Lizard with understanding. "Perhaps we should make ourselves available for assistance, but also provide any distance they may need?"
The Lizard nodded, continuing to look concerned, as we rode away down the highway.
We had not seen him for a moon's cycle and decided to call upon his home after we returned from our most victorious campaign, to tell tales and enlist his attendance on the next adventure. The greeting at his manor door was welcoming, and open, but we soon began to realize something was amiss. Our hosts were quiet, forlorn, haggard. There was an air of uneasiness blanketing the gathering, and unspoken anticipation of dire occurrences, so we ended our visit prematurely, reasoned by pending engagements.
"It's a disease," The Bishop frowned, having kept his tongue during our brief call. "A curse, or charm perhaps, transmitted by the infected, and eagerly received by the next victims!"
The Bishop had sworn an oath, so I understood his basic misgivings for our friend's situation, but still smiled at his traditional vitriol. I, on the other hand, had no prejudice in the matter, yet still could not fathom why someone would intentionally place themselves in such a taxing and unprofitable predicament.
"But they chose this path," The Lizard countered, though her face betrayed her concern with what she had seen and heard. "I believe they did not fully fathom the depths of their undertaking. Still, we should respect their decision, and meditate for them."
I looked at The Lizard with understanding. "Perhaps we should make ourselves available for assistance, but also provide any distance they may need?"
The Lizard nodded, continuing to look concerned, as we rode away down the highway.
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