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Post by Doc Quantum on Sept 22, 2020 21:42:31 GMT -6
by Plo T. Generator
Brick Lonagan looked at the tattered map in his hands and felt shocked.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his derelict surroundings. He had always hated forboding Loch Carrion with its concerned, careful castles. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel shocked.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Felicia Cole. Felicia was a clever witch with ruddy fingers and tall eyes.
Brick gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an intelligent, sinister, beer drinker with feathery fingers and hairy eyes. His friends saw him as a brave, boiled bear. Once, he had even helped a strong owl cross the road.
But not even an intelligent person who had once helped a strong owl cross the road, was prepared for what Felicia had in store today.
The snow flurried like jumping toads, making Brick surprised.
As Brick stepped outside and Felicia came closer, he could see the prickly glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want revenge," Felicia bellowed, in a spiteful tone. She slammed her fist against Brick's chest, with the force of 1889 cats. "I frigging hate you, Brick Lonagan."
Brick looked back, even more surprised and still fingering the tattered map. "Felicia, I'm in love with you," he replied.
They looked at each other with lonely feelings, like two rare, relieved rats running at a very tactless funeral, which had classical music playing in the background and two noble uncles sitting to the beat.
Brick regarded Felicia's ruddy fingers and tall eyes. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.
"Hmph," pondered Felicia.
"Please?" begged Brick with puppy dog eyes.
Felicia looked puzzled, her body blushing like a tender, talented torch.
Then Felicia came inside for a nice drink of beer.
THE END
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Post by mh on Sept 22, 2020 22:54:34 GMT -6
i enjoyed that my own self! ... "relieved rats running at a very tactless funeral" !!!  "ruddy fingers and tall eyes". har.
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Post by Doc Quantum on Dec 11, 2023 3:23:04 GMT -6
NOT THE END
The fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows upon the worn stone walls of Brick Lonagan's dwelling. Felicia Cole, the clever witch who had entered with an air of vengeance, now found herself in an unexpected alliance with the man she had vowed to hate. The flickering flames seemed to mirror the uncertainty that hovered between them.
Brick, with his feathery fingers nervously tracing the rim of his beer mug, broke the contemplative silence. "Felicia, fate has woven a strange tapestry for us. What brought you here with such resentment, and why do I find myself confessing affection in the same breath?"
Felicia, her ruddy fingers caressing the cold surface of her own mug, regarded Brick with a complex mix of emotions. "Our paths crossed in the dance of destiny, Brick Lonagan. But revenge, once the driving force, now seems a distant echo. Perhaps the threads of fate have a more intricate design than I imagined."
Brick nodded, acknowledging the peculiar turns of life. "Tell me, Felicia, what shifted within you? What prompted this unexpected detente?"
The clever witch sighed, her tall eyes reflecting a myriad of conflicting thoughts. "As I struck you with anger, I expected a reciprocal force, a resistance. Yet, you responded with love. It confounded my intentions, Brick Lonagan. The tapestry of vengeance unraveled before me, revealing threads of vulnerability and connection."
As the firelight flickered, their eyes held a shared recognition of the enigmatic forces at play. The room, once charged with tension, now resonated with a strange harmony.
"Brick," Felicia began, her voice softened, "we are but players in a larger narrative. The winds of destiny have intertwined our stories. Perhaps it is time to forge a new path together, one untangled from the web of revenge."
In the glow of the fire's warmth, Brick Lonagan found himself contemplating the possibility of a future unforeseen, but there was something that needed to be said, despite the risk. The beer drinker with a sinister past hesitated before revealing a secret that had haunted his dreams and driven him on a quest through the ages. The Golden Teapot, a sacred relic, had appeared in every nightly reverie, elusive and radiant, a symbol of ancient magic and forgotten wisdom.
"Felicia," Brick began, his voice a soft cadence in the dimly lit room, "I carry a burden that has haunted me for as long as memory serves. In the depths of Loch Carrion's castles, the fabled Golden Teapot, once wielded by Merlin himself, is said to lie hidden. Its mystic powers have called to me in dreams, yet I am unworthy to seek it alone."
Felicia's tall eyes fixed on Brick, a mixture of curiosity and suspicion in their depths. "Why do you speak of this now, Brick Lonagan? Is this some ploy to manipulate my assistance?"
Brick's feathery fingers traced invisible patterns on the table, his gaze sincere. "No, Felicia. It is no mere coincidence that you entered my life, but neither is it a calculated strategy. The Golden Teapot has been my elusive companion in dreams, and I believe only the love of an enchantress can render me worthy of its discovery."
Felicia, though wary, sensed a sincerity in Brick's words. The firelight flickered, casting shadows that danced upon the walls as Brick continued, "You see, Felicia, my heart longs for more than the allure of magic. It yearns for a connection, a love that transcends the ages and binds us to a destiny untold."
Her suspicion softened as the weight of Brick's revelation settled upon them. Slowly, Felicia spoke, "Brick, if this is true, and not a ruse to manipulate me into aiding your quest, then I shall stand by you. But let it be known that betrayal is a wound that festers deep."
Brick, his sinister facade softened by a genuine smile, reached out to clasp Felicia's hand. "I swear, Felicia, my intentions are true. I seek not to use you, but to share this journey with a kindred spirit. Together, let us unveil the secrets of Loch Carrion and uncover the Golden Teapot's magic."
Felicia, touched by the sincerity in Brick's eyes, nodded. "Then, Brick Lonagan, let our fates be entwined in this quest. We shall face the mysteries of Loch Carrion together, and if the Golden Teapot lies within, it shall be found."
As the fire continued to cast its warm glow, the unlikely pair embarked on a quest that wove together ancient legends, newfound companionship, and the promise of a love that might unlock the mysteries of the elusive Golden Teapot.
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Post by Doc Quantum on Dec 11, 2023 3:33:35 GMT -6
Amid the atmosphere of ancient magic and whispered promises, the tranquility of Brick Lonagan's dwelling was shattered by the jarring ring of an iPhone 8. A modern intrusion in the midst of their Arthurian quest. Brick, somewhat incongruous with his cracked-screen device, pulled it out with a nonchalant air.
"Funny thing about these castles, Felicia," Brick remarked with a smirk, "cell service is surprisingly good around here."
Felicia Cole, both amused and perplexed, raised an eyebrow. "Intriguing. I suppose even the spirits of old appreciate the convenience of modern communication."
"Luigi!" began Brick. "What news do you have for me?"
As Brick engaged in a conversation with the Brooklyn-accented proprietor of "To Plumb Or Not To Plumb," Felicia, feeling a sudden compulsion, wandered off to explore the surroundings. In the solitude of her thoughts, a vision unfolded – a tapestry of forewarning and revelation.
In the vision, the path ahead shimmered with both the allure of discovery and the shadows of uncertainty. Felicia saw herself drawn into the quest for the Golden Teapot, the weight of destiny pressing upon her shoulders. Yet, intertwined with the threads of fate, a warning echoed through the recesses of her mind – a cautionary tale of love's transformative power.
"If you allow yourself to fall in love," whispered an ethereal voice, "your life will never be the same again."
The vision gripped Felicia with an otherworldly intensity, and she was startled out of her reverie. Questions lingered in her eyes – was the change that love wrought a blessing or a curse? She pondered, undecided, the ambiguity unsettling.
Meanwhile, Brick concluded his conversation, the Brooklyn accent fading as he pocketed his phone. "Felicia!" he called, beckoning her to join him. "I've got a lead on the Golden Teapot, lass. Castle Kearney holds the key, and we're setting off at once!"
Felicia, her mind still swirling with the echoes of the vision, approached Brick. The quest had taken an unexpected turn, and as they set forth towards Castle Kearney, the mysteries of love and destiny intertwined, casting a spell over the unlikely pair.
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Post by Doc Quantum on Dec 11, 2023 3:47:12 GMT -6
Castle Kearney loomed on the horizon, its ancient stones whispering tales of forgotten glory. As Brick Lonagan and Felicia Cole approached the castle gates, a bone-chilling wind swept through the desolate courtyard, swirling snowflakes in a wintry dance.
The once-grand castle, now seemingly abandoned, betrayed no sign of life. Yet, as Brick and Felicia crossed the threshold, they were met not by eerie specters, but by ethereal voices murmuring incessantly about the weather.
"Terrible weather today, isn't it?" remarked a spectral voice.
"Snow in the middle of winter, who would've thought?" chimed another.
Brick exchanged a perplexed glance with Felicia, both puzzled and amused by the curious inhabitants of Castle Kearney. The ghosts, it seemed, were fixated on the mundane topic of weather, their incorporeal forms swirling like the snow outside.
"I reckon it's the coldest winter in centuries," one ghost lamented.
As Brick and Felicia attempted to navigate the spectral small talk, they found it increasingly challenging to get a moment alone. The ghosts, though intangible, crowded around the duo, discussing the intricacies of winter precipitation with relentless enthusiasm.
Brick, growing impatient, whispered to Felicia, "Seems like these ghosts have nothing better to do than gossip about the weather. How are we supposed to search for the Golden Teapot with this cacophony?"
Felicia, equally frustrated, nodded. "We need a plan, Brick. Perhaps if we can divert their attention somehow..."
Just as they contemplated their next move, a ghostly figure materialized before them, its voice carrying an eerie resonance. "Lovely snowfall we're having, don't you think?"
Brick and Felicia exchanged glances once more, realizing that the ghosts of Castle Kearney were proving to be more formidable adversaries than they had anticipated. Determined, they devised a strategy to lead the spectral conversation away, hoping to find a secluded moment to search for the elusive Golden Teapot.
However, as they attempted to execute their plan, the ghosts, relentless in their fixation on the weather, proved challenging to divert. The desolate halls echoed with ghostly chit-chat, leaving Brick and Felicia to navigate the castle's secrets amidst the incessant chatter of incorporeal beings.
The quest for the Golden Teapot seemed ever more elusive, shrouded in the whimsical distractions of Castle Kearney's peculiar inhabitants. Yet, Brick and Felicia pressed on, determined to unravel the mysteries that lay hidden beneath the snowy cloak of this ancient castle, no matter how many ghostly voices rambled on about the weather.
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Post by Doc Quantum on Dec 11, 2023 4:05:05 GMT -6
Amidst the persistent chatter of the ghosts, Brick Lonagan turned to Felicia with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. "Felicia, do you know any spells to quiet these chatty apparitions? Your witchy prowess might come in handy right about now."
Felicia rolled her eyes playfully. "Brick, do you think all witches learn their craft from Marvel movies? Nevertheless, let me give it a shot."
With a wave of her ruddy fingers and a mischievous smile, Felicia conjured a rhyming spell on the spot. As the incantation unfolded, colorful fireworks burst into the air above them, capturing the attention of every ghost in Castle Kearney. The ethereal spectators, mesmerized by the dazzling display, fell silent as Felicia seized the opportunity to pull Brick toward her, planting a passionate kiss on his lips.
The sudden spectacle left the ghosts in a state of shock, their previous weather-related banter now replaced with excited gossip about the audacious living couple who had engaged in a passionate embrace right in front of them.
Brick, still swooning from the kiss, whispered, "Felicia, you're a genius!"
As the ghosts continued to chatter amongst themselves about the scandalous living couple, Brick took charge. "Follow me, Felicia. Luigi, my plumber, has already surveyed this place. I'm convinced the Golden Teapot lies in the pipes below."
Together, they navigated the vast halls of Castle Kearney until they discovered a circular staircase leading down into the labyrinthine plumbing below. Felicia, her mind caught between the mysteries of the castle and the unexpected warmth of Brick's kiss, began to worry that her emotions were unraveling too quickly.
As they descended into the depths, the echoes of their footsteps mingled with the murmur of the ghosts above, now occupied with discussing the living couple's audacious display. Brick, confident in their quest, turned to Felicia and said, "We're on the right track, Felicia. I can feel it."
Felicia, torn between the evolving emotions within her and the uncertainty of the journey, took a deep breath. The echoes of passion and enmity intertwined as they ventured further into the heart of Castle Kearney, where the plumbing pipes held the promise of the elusive Golden Teapot and a destiny yet to unfold.
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Post by mh on Dec 12, 2023 2:09:21 GMT -6
i'm loving this story so far! do they call him 'brick' lonagan because he throws bricks at people? waering a batman mask?!
either would be cool.
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Post by Doc Quantum on Dec 29, 2023 21:27:20 GMT -6
Not sure yet. I was thinking of doing a flashback to explain why Felicia hated Brick in the first chapter, but may have to wait for another late night boredom session to do it.
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"ruddy fingers and tall eyes". har.