Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)
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				Title: <strong>Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 19:58:09</strong>
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				<strong>Caitlyn's Tale</strong><br><br>Six months had passed since Thomas Patrick O'Riley, widower, devoted father, and dedicated police officer, had died in the line of duty.&nbsp; Six horrible, grey months of aching emptiness since the annoyingly clear morning upon which Caitlyn's father was commended to God's hands and laid in the cold, cold ground at the cemetary behind Our Lady of Mercy church.<br><br>Six months since Caitlyn had sworn in her heart to find the people responsible and <em>hurt</em> them.<br><br>In between, she suffered visits from grief counselors and two priests--one retiring and one newly arrived, neither one making much of an impression--in addition to an informal stream of Daddy's former friends and partners.&nbsp; Most mouthed platitudes, empty words of comfort meant to fill the silences between she and they.&nbsp; A couple held their peace and merely nodded, laying supportive hands on her shoulder, and leaving her be.<br><br>One, though...<br><br>Her grades slipped, for obvious reasons: grief and longing for the blood of murderers in her fists rendered sentence trees and quadratic equations unimportant.&nbsp; &nbsp;After a month, she threw caution to the wind and dipped into Daddy's hidden stash, grabbing a drink just to ease the pain a little.&nbsp; Just one drink, right?&nbsp; And then another and another.<br><br>She woke up with a horrible hangover and the head-splitting aural agony of someone pounding on the door of her apartment (Daddy's estate covered that, at least).&nbsp; Her visitor as viewed through the peephole was a tired looking thirty-something man with thinning brown hair, grey eyes, a five o'clock shadow even at ten in the morning, and a sardonic smile.&nbsp; He held up a badge where she could see it.<br><br>"Miss O'Riley?&nbsp; My name's Jake Landry.&nbsp; I used to work with your dad.&nbsp; May I come in?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 00:07:51</strong>
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				The young woman shook her head,&nbsp; her throat was dry and her head was pounding.&nbsp; The light that was streaming through the windows was more then enough to make her squint and intensify the already throbbing state of her head.&nbsp; She stretched a little,&nbsp; her muscles were tenser then usual, her joints stiff.&nbsp; <br><br>“Hang on a minute.”&nbsp; She rasped out the words, as she threw off her sheets,&nbsp; revealing her feminine form,&nbsp; her flesh was pristine and alabaster flecked with freckles on the breasts neck, and cheeks.&nbsp; Caitlin stumbled to her feet, and pulled on last night’s wrinkled jeans, the knees were torn out and she fished around the cluttered floor and grabbed a t-shirt.&nbsp; She couldn’t remember the last time that she’d worn it, but, it was even more wrinkled then the jeans.&nbsp; <br><br>“Coming…”&nbsp; She grunted, and she made her way to the door.&nbsp; She pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her jeans, and an old zippo, that was marked with a police officer’s shield, a trinket that she had found when she was going through her old man’s stuff.&nbsp; She brought a bent and twisted smoke between full lips, and struck the light, bringing the cig to flaming life.&nbsp; She inhaled deeply, and allowed the heat to burn her lungs before exhaling a thick cloud of smoke.&nbsp; <br><br>With that, she tossed the door open and looked upward not expecting to see the face of the older man, she had expected one of her friends searching for another bottle to knock back.&nbsp; <br><br>“Sure…”&nbsp; She said, and made a quick gesture with one of her hands.&nbsp; “What’s up?&nbsp; Did you guys finally nab the guys that did Dad?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 00:46:25</strong>
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				The man wrinkled his nose at the combined funk of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and sweat.<br><br>"I wish.&nbsp; I got a couple questions for you, though, and maybe some answers."<br><br>He very carefully ignored the empty bottle on the table, pacing around the room to gaze out the window while she closed the door behind them.<br><br>"Long story short, I got a lead on the bastards, but..."&nbsp; He shrugs.&nbsp; "You won't like hearing this.&nbsp; We're not going to be able to after them."<br><br>Fishing a long, slender manila envelope out of his pocket, he held it out to her.<br><br>"Not because we don't want to, I promise you that.&nbsp; Your dad was a good cop.&nbsp; He had a lot of friends on the force, and..."&nbsp; Another shrug, and his voice went a bit gravelly.&nbsp; "If there was any humanly possible way to nail the fuckers who put him in the ground, they'd have to beat off the volunteers with a stick.&nbsp; Go on, have a look."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 00:59:48</strong>
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				She took no notice of the wrinkled nose, or the way his gaze ignored certain parts of the room.&nbsp; She felt rage growing in her heart, when the older gentleman said they wouldn’t be able to go after the guy who had whacked her old man.&nbsp; Her lip twisted into a rather feral snarl without sound.<br><br>“Whaddya mean?”&nbsp; Came a low growl,&nbsp; she clenched her right hand into a tight fist before,&nbsp; she took the folder in hand.&nbsp; “Why the fuck not?”&nbsp; Came another furious hiss, as she plopped down onto the couch and slid the contents of the folder, out and tossed them onto the coffee table peering down at them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 03:44:57</strong>
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				The envelope contained a number of grainy photos, stills from a dashboard camera.<br><br>"These are the same guys who got your dad."<br><br>At first glance, it looks like a couple of bikers riding down an officer engaged in a routine traffic stop, but there's something a bit off about them.<br><br>"See it?"<br><br>Closer examination...the bikers look like they've got some sort of horns on their helmets and odd armor added to their jackets.&nbsp; Officer Landry, watching her responses, nods.<br><br>"Yeah, you see it.&nbsp; They're not human.&nbsp; I don't know what they are, but...they're not human."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 17:08:19</strong>
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				Caitlin looked down at the photo’s for a moment and just shook her head, the cops were being cowardly, where was their sense of justice?&nbsp; These things had killed a good man, brutally, and they were just going to let them get away with it?&nbsp; Her lower lip quivered, she reached out her hand hovering around the neck of the bottle, she wanted to pick it up and toss it against a nearby wall, but instead she lifted it to her lips and drained the last drops of whiskey from it before slamming it down onto the table.<br><br>“Well, where these taken and when?”&nbsp; She said returning her gaze to Landry. “Tell me that at least, if the force at going after these things...&nbsp; I’ll...”&nbsp; She shook her head for a moment allowing her red locks to shift back and fourth.&nbsp; “Just tell me okay?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 17:25:45</strong>
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				"These?&nbsp; Just outside Barstow about three weeks ago.&nbsp; Kind of out of our jurisdiction.&nbsp; I only found out about this 'cause of a friend of a friend who owes me an old favor."<br><br>Landry shook his head.<br><br>"They'll be back.&nbsp; Look, Caitlin, I could get my ass fired for this, but...be patient.&nbsp; Wait for them to come to you.&nbsp; Get me?&nbsp; <em>Prepare.</em>&nbsp; Have a plan."<br><br>He ran fingers through his hair, glancing at the bottle.<br><br>"That means keeping your nose clean, young lady!&nbsp; Don't do anything that might...that is, if your ass is locked up, you can't do jack.&nbsp; All right?&nbsp; And <span class="bbc_u">don't</span> tell me what you're planning."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 17:37:18</strong>
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				The young woman nodded, and ran her fingers through her somewhat unkempt hair, loosening a few knots as she did so, her green eyes closed for a moment as she took another deep drag of the cigarette, exhaling two thick clouds from her nostrils. <br><br>“Alright, I won’t do anything Pop wouldn’t do.”&nbsp; She said with a half hearted smile.&nbsp; “You won’t be seeing me in the pen any time soon Mr. Landry.&nbsp; Just do me a favor, and watch your back out there, the city already lost one good cop, we don’t need to go and lose another.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 17:52:26</strong>
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				He laughed softly.<br><br>"Yeah, well, IA already has it in for me.&nbsp; I've been getting all the wierd cases that City Hall would just as soon not see again, and the Chief's feeling a little pressure.&nbsp; But I'll be careful.&nbsp; And I'll be in touch as often as I can.&nbsp; Keep you updated, okay?"<br><br>Then he was gone, leaving Caitlin alone with her empty bottle and her apartment and her smokes.<br><br>Detective Landry's visit came at the two month mark.&nbsp; He showed up a handful of times with more photos, more anomalies...weird things happening.&nbsp; Every visit, he cast a disapproving eye at any signs of smoking or drinking (she would later learn that his mother had died of lung cancer brought on by a lifetime of Lucky Strikes) but kept to business otherwise.&nbsp; It was almost like having a surrogate uncle around!&nbsp; And always, the same advice: prepare.&nbsp; Plan.&nbsp; Never forget, never forgive, never reveal your thoughts.<br><br>(Two weeks after his last visit, Detective Landry was arrested for a sudden, violent, and inexplicable multiple homicide in one of the city's upscale gay nightclubs.&nbsp; The media circus kicked into even higher gear after he was found dead in his holding cell the next morning...)<br><br>Time passed, and pain numbed a little, and the six-month anniversary of Dad's death arrived.<br><br>Caitlin's eighteenth birthday.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 18:14:29</strong>
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				The months had passed, the pain never really stopped...&nbsp; It went from a agony to a dull ache that never ceased, leaving the girl to dwell upon it as she polished off another bottle of whiskey or knocked back a couple of beers.&nbsp; In the time since her old man’s death, she had been getting ready in the only way she knew how, she jogged, lifted, and even joined a gym that held kick boxing lessons.&nbsp; It had a profound affect on the once soft bodied red head, she had lost that fine layer of body fat that would have made her cuddly, and it was replaced with toned, and wiry muscles that seemed as if they were ready to snap into action at a moment’s notice.&nbsp; The physical exercise at least made the young woman feel as if she was accomplishing something, the results were there for the eyes to see...&nbsp; Even if her grades were continuing to plummet.<br><br>When Jack Landry’s life came to an abrupt and violent end, the rage bubbled over and in that one bedroom apartment, the fury that was growing in her chest finally exploded.&nbsp; In a drunken haze, the young woman slammed her fists into the walls.&nbsp; She smashed bottles, and didn’t even seem to mind that she was treading through glass.&nbsp; The tears stung her cheeks as they fell, the young woman knew in her heart, those freaks were somehow behind it, but, she didn’t know a thing about where they were, or if she even could handle the situation.&nbsp; She fell back onto the couch her head in her hands, why did the world keep taking away all the people that mattered.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 18:25:39</strong>
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				So it went.&nbsp; Her grades slipped again, dipping as her anger grew.<br><br>Her birthday arrived, unnoticed and unsought, and except for one clear sign she might have passed the whole day in a haze of anger and booze.&nbsp; Around midmorning, there was a knock at the door: neither cop nor truant officer nor rent-seeking landlord, but some poor slob from UPS who barely spoke English.&nbsp; He thrust the usual high-tech clipboard at her and smiled uneasily, trying to convey the simple ideas of 'good morning' and 'please sign here' without much success.<br><br>The package was a small wooden crate...and the name on the return address was J. Landry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 18:33:31</strong>
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				Caitlin looked at the man with blood shot eyes, and signed the clipboard in less then legible scrawl.&nbsp; Her green eyes blinked a bit blearily as she hefted the box over one shoulder, and shut the door with the heel of her foot.&nbsp; She dropped it onto the coffee table, and walked to the kitchen, where she kept a hammer in one of the drawers, she rummaged about for a while, until she found what she was looking for, and stumbled back inside.<br><br>She was trying to hold in the tears, but they fell down those pristinely smooth cheeks of hers, as she went about opening the crate with the clawed end of the hammer.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 18:41:25</strong>
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				In amongst the packing peanuts inside the crate, Caitlyn found an exquisitely carved stone axe, a black leather choker, and a rather large handgun with a box of bullets.&nbsp; She wasn't quite sure what 'black talons' were, but that's what had been written on the side of the small box in black marker.<br><br>Along with these was an envelope about the size of a greeting card with her name on it...which contained a birthday card.&nbsp; It was an obnoxiously cute/sarcastic one with a little Grey alien stating that there were worse things than turning a year older (and inside adding that the recipient might have three brains, and also have the Macarena stuck in all three of them).<br><br>Of more interest was the handwritten addition:<br><br><em><strong>A little bird told me<br>that you might need these.<br><br>Best of luck.<br><br>J. Landry</strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 18:53:26</strong>
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				The young woman didn’t know if she should burst into tears or laugh madly. the black leather choker was an odd, if not normal gift...&nbsp; But the stone axe, well, that was just plain weird...&nbsp; Still,&nbsp; the man was right, if she was going to get revenge she’d need weapons.&nbsp; The poor young woman,&nbsp; just did what came natural, she first lifted the pistol from the case followed by the bullets, she went about filling the magazine before sliding it back in place, she cocked the weapon loading a bullet in the chamber, and the removed the clip once more adding one last projectile.&nbsp; She hit the safety and rested it on the table.<br><br>Next she took out the choker, and fastened it to her neck...&nbsp; If the Grizzled cop wanted her to wear it, it was just as well that she did, and lastly she hefted the huge stone axe from the case and let it come to rest on her shoulder.<br><br>“Thanks Jake...”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 18:56:37</strong>
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				A rap-tap-tapping cut into her thoughts...followed by a harsh 'caw' from just outside her window.&nbsp; Then another and another...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 18:58:28</strong>
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				Caitlin cocked a brow,&nbsp; and looked over the the window silly.&nbsp; She let the axe rest on the couch and walked over to it, she cautiously opened up the blinds and peered outside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 19:02:09</strong>
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				How many ravens could fit on her back railing?&nbsp; Quite a few, by the look of it!<br><br>One, larger and bolder than the rest, had hopped forward to peck at the door.&nbsp; It looked up at her, making eye contact for a brief second, then returned to tapping.<br><br><em>...shave...and...a haircut...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 19:05:22</strong>
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				If getting a stone ax from a dead cop was strange,&nbsp; this was just plain absurd.&nbsp; The young woman, threw open the windows intending the show the birds away...&nbsp; when she heard a voice in her head.&nbsp; She looked around,&nbsp; rather confused...&nbsp; "Huh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 19:12:27</strong>
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				There, behind her in her apartment, was a woman...tall, long dark hair, proudly beautiful in a chilly sort of way.&nbsp; Her rainment, an unusual robe of blood-red fur and black feathers, fell to the floor.&nbsp; Or, rather, it didn't.&nbsp; Caitlin could see the outline of her furniture through the apparition.<br><br><strong>What are you prepared to do?</strong><br><br>The voice in her head, proud and powerful, was clearly the woman's...<br><br><strong>What will you do to avenge him?</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 19:20:46</strong>
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				Caitlin should have been afraid, but something was strikingly familiar about this presence.&nbsp; This odd woman,&nbsp; without even thinking her head sunk as if in reverence to the nameless woman.&nbsp; She took a deep breath,&nbsp; and then looked upwards once more.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll do what I've planned to do since the beginning...&nbsp; I'll kill them...&nbsp; it's all that they deserve."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 19:27:34</strong>
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				The woman gave a wintry little half-smile and nodded.<br><br><strong>Good.&nbsp; And when they are dead, child...what will you do then?</strong><br><br>She stepped closer, reaching out to lay one (bloodstained!) ghostly hand on Caitlin's shoulder.<br><br><strong>Will you be my spear and blade, to harry the unjust and monstrous?</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 19:31:21</strong>
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				Caitlin didn't step back when the bloodstained hand came to rest on her shoulder,&nbsp; she looked upon the beautiful woman,&nbsp; and swallowed hard before she was able to speak once more.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes...&nbsp; too make sure no one else suffers this pain again..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 19:36:15</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Good</span>.</strong><br><br>The woman gestured and the sliding door to Caitlin's balcony slid open, admitting the ravens!&nbsp; Flapping and hopping and cawing they came, assembling before the apparition in a strangely orderly group.<br><br><strong>A gift for you, daughter.&nbsp; You will need their help.</strong><br><br>The ravens gave a mighty caw in unison and...vanished?<br><br><strong>They will come when you call.&nbsp; You will learn how when you need to know.</strong><br><br>Again, Caitlin felt the full weight of the woman's mysterious presence and attention weighing on her, eyes of deepest jet and blood-red met hers.<br><br><strong>You are so much like him...</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 17:03:43</strong>
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				Caitlin should have been surprised when the swarm of ravens flew into her living room,&nbsp; she should have been surprised when the strange woman simply made them vanish into thin air,&nbsp; but...&nbsp; she wasn't all of this seemed so entirely natural to her.&nbsp; It was odd,&nbsp; someone in the back of her head,&nbsp; she'd always thought things were a little different then how she originally perceived them.<br><br>So,&nbsp; this beauty...&nbsp; this cold callous creature was her mother.&nbsp; The woman who had just dissappeared not soon after her birth, she wasn't angry...&nbsp; considering the circumstances it probably made sense.&nbsp; The fiery haired female was unable to look away from those odd pools of of jet and crimson.&nbsp; <br><br>"I....&nbsp; just want to do him...&nbsp; and you proud."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 17:18:40</strong>
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				The woman gave her another smile, this one almost sad...<br><br><strong>You will.</strong><br><br>The apparition faded...faded...and was gone, leaving Caitlin alone in her apartment with the door to the balcony open and the scent of rain and fog seeping in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 17:26:54</strong>
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				Caitlin had no idea how to begin her hunt,&nbsp; she didn't know where the strange man-machine hybrids were located,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; she knew deep in her heart that she would make them pay for the pain she they caused her.&nbsp; She looked around the room once more, seeing if anything else would appear out of nowhere before she walked the balcony and slid the door shut, and once more locked it.<br><br>She returned to the couch, where the large ax was waiting for her once more she hefted it over her shoulder.&nbsp; It felt lighter this time around,&nbsp; she wondered why.&nbsp; The young woman, gave a quick practice swing,&nbsp; the blade chopping through the air with ease.&nbsp; "How the fuck am I going to carry this in public..."&nbsp; She mumbled.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 17:32:22</strong>
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				That, as might be said, was the sixty-four thousand dollar question...but the same could be asked of the Peacemaker.&nbsp; Was it Landry's personal gun?&nbsp; He hadn't included any of the paperwork for it.<br><br>Or had he?&nbsp; She hadn't looked.&nbsp; There might be something buried under all those packing peanuts!<br><br>And there was, but it wasn't a permit for the hand cannon.&nbsp; It was a section torn from a city map with a block in Chinatown circled in red and two words in Landry's chicken-scratch handwriting.<br><br><em>Start here.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 17:53:50</strong>
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				She smirked, well, that was easy enough...&nbsp; the old cop was a life saver,&nbsp; and she'd make sure the&nbsp; man's spirit was free to rest as well, that these monsters would suffer for what they did to her papa and her surrogate uncle.&nbsp; She headed to the bedroom, and slipped on her leathes,&nbsp; black leather chaps were pulled over her jeans and she pulled a black leather jacket around herself.&nbsp; It'd be a bit warm,&nbsp; but at least it'd keep her protected. She shrugged a bit,&nbsp; and fortunately for her she just so happened to have a holster for the hand cannon,&nbsp; it seemed Landry and dad had the same taste in guns.she strapped it to the side, and slid the revolver inside.&nbsp; <br><br>Now, how the hell do you carry around a stone ax?&nbsp; She shrugged her shoulders,&nbsp; it was probably to big to rest in her saddle bags,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; if she could manage to fit the head inside it, at least she wouldn't have to worry about it falling off.&nbsp; So,&nbsp; that was what she was going to do.&nbsp; Before leaving she took another hand full of bullets and stuffed them into the pocket of her coat, before she left the apartment, locked the door behind her,&nbsp; and headed downstairs,&nbsp; gently inserted the axe into one of the large leather compartments on the vehicle with that she jumped onto her bike,&nbsp; and peeled out,&nbsp; driving to the location in china town.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 20:02:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>SueLynn's Tale</strong><br><br>The only constant in life is change, just as the Tao that can be seen is not the Tao (until you replace the toner cartridge).<br><br>That was the thought that echoed again and again in her head as she sat in the Headmaster's office and heard the Old Man calmly, kindly explain that her parents were dead and that at the end of the semester she'd have to leave school.&nbsp; According to the executors, there wasn't enough money in the estate to continue paying for her education after all the final costs were totalled up.&nbsp; He was truly sorry for her loss, he said.&nbsp; He encouraged her to take some time to grieve for her parents.<br><br>Her <em>adoptive</em> parents; she caught herself adding the extra word with a guilty twinge.&nbsp; They were the only parents she'd ever known, after all, and even if they weren't the ones who bore her into the world, they had held her and cared for her and...The tears were expected, of course, along with the rush of knowledge that now she was really going to be in trouble.&nbsp; <br><br>The Headmaster, a stern and awkward older gentleman, called for one of the matrons to escort her back to her room to pack for her departure.&nbsp; The end of the term was next week, and under the circumstances they weren't going to insist that she sit in exams.&nbsp; So, since she was leaving anyway, surely she wouldn't mind taking care of this now?<br><br>That she had nowhere to go was of no great importance to the staff.&nbsp; Her life, her future, would be in the hands of her parents' executors--men in dark suits with briefcases, faces unknown to her, stony and stern of expression, more concerned with balancing the last jot and tittle of their ledgers than with a young woman's sudden loss of family.<br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 18:28:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The matron led the young woman out in silence, never saying a word.&nbsp; She never once attempted to console her, or to offer her sympathy for the young woman, except for a pat on the shoulder when she first came upon them.&nbsp; With that, it was silence., giving SueLyn the opportunity even if she didn’t want to, to dwell on the death’s of her family.&nbsp; Occasional a peer would look upon the young woman, and try to offer a week smile.&nbsp; <br><br>When the door opened to the outside, there was a black BMW sitting in front of the building.&nbsp; The windows were tinted almost black, and reclining against the side of the car was an older man with grey hair in a finely tailored, laughing and chatting it up on his cell phone.&nbsp; “Sorry I’ll call you back in a few minutes.”&nbsp; He mumbled, and snapped the phone shut as he looked at the matron and the girl, the older woman turned and walked away, leaving the too of them alone.<br><br>“Are you Sue Lyn?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 18:40:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'No, I'm Bart Simpson.&nbsp; Who the hell are you?"<br><br>SueLynn tilted her head, giving the man a careful, suspicious look.<br><br>"You must be my ride away from this wretched hive of scum and villany.&nbsp; Well, gonna help a girl with her luggage, or do I get the honors?"<br><br>Frowning, she hefted her bags and headed to the trunk without waiting for an answer.<br><br>"Nice car.&nbsp; I'm surprised they didn't send some drippy hippy in a used Yugo instead."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 18:49:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The grey haired man just shook his head, at the girl’s responce.&nbsp; She was in mourning, and if this was how she chose to deal with it, well, who was he to say other wise. “I’m Michael Turnbull, you’re parent’s lawyer.”&nbsp; He said with a bit of a shrug.&nbsp; “Before we get down to that...”&nbsp; He reached behin him, on the roof of his car, and handed her a clip board with a few forms of them.&nbsp; “Sign those and we can get down to business...”&nbsp; Ignoring the comment about the Hippy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 18:52:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah?&nbsp; And what am I signing, here?"<br><br>SueLynn looked the forms over, trying to make sense of them.<br><br>"Last thing I want is to join the Foreign Legion, y'know?"<br><br>Once convinced that they were safe, or at least not immediately disadvantageous, she started signing...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 21:39:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The older man nodded his head, and explain the documents as best as he could to the young woman.&nbsp; When she signed them all, he took the clip board and kept it under his arm.&nbsp; "Well, as you know your parent's died in a car crash."&nbsp; With his free hand, he adjusted his tie as if it was a nervous habit.&nbsp; <br><br>"Unfortunately...&nbsp; their assets weren't in the best of shape at the time of their deaths...&nbsp; you've been left with..."&nbsp; He coughed a bit "Fairly minimal assets and.."&nbsp; He reached into his breast pocket and handed her an envelope with an address in China town scrawled across it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 21:44:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I got the 'sorry but' talk from the Head earlier."<br><br>SueLynn shook her head.<br><br>"How minimal?&nbsp; I mean...I have someplace to go <em>to</em>, right?"<br><br>For a moment, the defiant teenager act faltered.<br><br>"Right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 21:50:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once more the Lawyer straightened his tie,&nbsp; and coughed into his hand.&nbsp; "The residence had to be... sold."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 21:51:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay.&nbsp; And...that means I get to stay where, again?"<br><br>SueLynn swallowed, leaning against the car.<br><br>"I mean, that's...that's covered, right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 21:58:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Miss,&nbsp; you have no relative's able to take you in...&nbsp; your an adult, so foster care isn't an option.&nbsp; I'm sorry...&nbsp; you're going to have to find your own way...&nbsp; you probably have enough money for cheap hotel rooms for at least a little while."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 22:02:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Great,"&nbsp; SueLynn answered darkly.&nbsp; "Do I at least get a ride..."&nbsp; She fumbled with the envelope.&nbsp; "to here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 22:07:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, its on my way...&nbsp; I could probably drop you off a few blocks away as I've got a meeting that I really need to get too."&nbsp; He said, as he opened the side door and walked over to the driver's side and slipped in.&nbsp; "Come on."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 22:11:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A meeting in the middle of Chinatown?"<br><br>Shaking her head, SueLynn numbly got into the passenger side and buckled in, rolling her head to the side to watch as her boarding school slipped away in the distance and out of her life forever.<br><br>"Bye bye scholarship I didn't have," she murmured.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 22:17:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Its business kid..."&nbsp; He said with a bit of a shrug, as he started the car.&nbsp; "I've got a client out there,&nbsp; don't act so surprised."&nbsp; He looked the girl over.&nbsp; "Thing will look up eventually...&nbsp; it'll just take some hard work."&nbsp; He mumbled,&nbsp; as he began to drive to China town.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 22:25:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Right.&nbsp; Tell me that in a few months, okay?&nbsp; After..."<br><br>Her voice died off, and she dropped into a resentful funk, waiting for any tickle, any little touch, of the grief that ought to be flooding her system.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 22:56:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just trying to keep you looking on the bright side, if at all possible."&nbsp; He said with a sigh.&nbsp; "If you want to listen to something the radio's yours."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 23:00:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Naww, thanks...nothin' I wanna listen to right now."<br><br>She folded her arms, shut her eyes, and tried to go to sleep so she wouldn't keep feeling the empty nothingness inside...unaware of how her destiny was coming closer, mile by mile, minute by minute.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 23:05:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasn't long before the trip came to its end,&nbsp; perhaps the old man was feel generous&nbsp; or maybe,&nbsp; it was just a bit closer then he imagined, but he dropped Sue Lyn off in front of a rather shady looking pawn shop.&nbsp; "This is the spot kid...&nbsp; good luck."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 23:10:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah.&nbsp; Thanks."<br><br>Surprising herself, SueLynn managed to keep most of the expected sarcasm out of those two words as she hopped out to claim her backpack and dufflebag (all her material possessions, such as they were--a couple of changes of clothes, a few notebooks and a handful of personal effects).&nbsp; Then she stood to watch the BMW pull away before entering the pawnshop and looking around.<br><br>It was deserted, as near as she could tell, and crammed to the roof with bric a brac and oddities.&nbsp; What could possibly be waiting for her here?<br><br>"Hello?&nbsp; Anyone here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 05:18:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The young woman could swear she heard snoring coming somewhere behind a pile of junk. As she spoke, the pile shifted a bit...&nbsp; when a rather ancient looking Asian man brought himself to a stand and stared at the girl.&nbsp; "Whatdya want?"&nbsp; His voice came with a thick Chinese accent.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 05:23:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What do I want?&nbsp; Twenty million dollars, my own island in the Caribbean, and a harem of handsome men at my beck and call.&nbsp; But what I'm here for is this."<br><br>She held up the envelope.<br><br>"There's supposed to be something for me here?"<br><br>She approached the man, holding it out.<br><br>"And since my life is currently in severe need of a three-fingered salute, I'm hoping it's a briefcase full of solid gold bricks."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 06:26:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah!"&nbsp; The man said taking the envelope in hand,&nbsp; her tore it up finding the ticket inside.&nbsp; He mumbled a bit and began to walk off a seemingly random direction.&nbsp; "I remember now,&nbsp; an odd fellow left these here a while back..."&nbsp; He sad with a a smile.&nbsp; "I don't think their solid gold...&nbsp; but, he said they were extremely valuable..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 06:30:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No kidding?&nbsp; I'll just wait here, then, shall I?"<br><br>She looked around, almost pouting.&nbsp; This was almost anticlimactic!&nbsp; But with nothing better to do, she waited for the old man to return with the whatever-it-was.&nbsp; Valuable?&nbsp; Valuable was good...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 03:55:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It took some time, but the elderly man soon emerged with him he was with a bit of effort pushing a cart forward, on top of it was a largish wooden box with beautiful Chinese calligraphy upon it, and sat upon the box... as strange as it may sound sat a monkey that was currently looking at the young woman rather excitedly.&nbsp; “Here is your things ma’am, it’ll be a bit sad to see him go...&nbsp; He’s kept me company since he was brought in.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 04:00:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh?&nbsp; And, uhm, when was that?&nbsp; Just out of curiousity, I mean.&nbsp; I just got this thing an hour ago..."<br><br>SueLynn looked at the capuchin monkey, who was (against all expectations) wearing a little kung-fu outfit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 19:49:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The old man tapped his chin with a finger tip.&nbsp; "I'm not sure...&nbsp; maybe somewhere between ten and twelve years ago..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 19:53:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No kidding?&nbsp; Okay.&nbsp; Well, uhm...thanks."<br><br>She managed a smile--none of her life's sudden death spiral was his doing--and half-heartedly offered one hand to the little monkey.<br><br>"C'mere, little guy, so I can open my birthday present."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 19:55:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, indeed..."<br><br>The little Kung Fu gi clad simian lept off the box and crawled onto the girl shoulder resting his feet on either side of her neck,&nbsp; while his arms were folded and resting on her head.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 20:00:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				SueLynn giggled, then blushed at her own sudden girlish outburst.<br><br>"Hey!&nbsp; That tickles!"<br><br>Clearing her throat in a vain attempt to recapture some semblance of the adult decorum she did not, in fact, have, she examined the box for a moment, found the catches, and opened the top to find...<br><br>"What the...?"<br><br>She glanced at the old man.<br><br>"You, uhm, you know what this stuff is?&nbsp; 'Cause I...this is nuts!&nbsp; Someone put a pair of shoes in a box, twelve years ago, for <em>me</em>?"<br><br>She ducked back under the lid.<br><br>"Okay, there's some other stuff in here...uhm.&nbsp; Two bracelets, a choker, a belt...and an old-style Chinese tunic, I think.&nbsp; Does that make any sense to you at all?&nbsp; 'Cause I'm not getting it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 20:05:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The old man lifted his shoulders in a shrug, as he looked over whatever was in the case.&nbsp; "I told you,&nbsp; the man who left them here was...&nbsp; odd,&nbsp; he was actually dressed somewhat similar to be truthful though.&nbsp; I just store what people ask me to store,&nbsp; they don't often take kindly to me asking question."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 20:07:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, okay..."<br><br>SueLynn looked again.<br><br>"Uhm.&nbsp; Is there someplace I can try this stuff on?&nbsp; I'm kind of...between residences right now."<br><br>She gave the 'venerable elder' what she hoped was an innocent smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 20:09:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elderly fellow gave the young woman directions to get to a rather,&nbsp; grimy looking bathroom.&nbsp; It looked as if it hadn't had a good scrub in months... maybe even years.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 20:12:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ewwwww!"<br><br>Doing her best not to actually touch anything, letting the little capuchin perch on the box, SueLynn changed into the slippers (which fit her feet perfectly) and the tunic, putting it on over her tee shirt and jeans and fumbling with the frogging for a moment before trying on the choker and bracelets.&nbsp; Finally, she wrapped the belt around her narrow waist.<br><br>"Huh."<br><br>She smiled down at the monkey.<br><br>"How do I look, chief?&nbsp; Dorky enough for you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 20:31:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The monkey grinned,&nbsp; and clapped it's small hands together.&nbsp; "You look absolutely perfect mistress!&nbsp; Your father will be pleased!"&nbsp; Came an excited high pitch voice,&nbsp; that synced with the simian's lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 20:33:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"AAAAHHH!&nbsp; You <em>talk</em>?"<br><br>SueLynn stared at the little monkey, eyes wide, one hand clapping over her mouth.<br><br>"Nonono, can't be...I'm stoned.&nbsp; I'm tripping. That lawyer probably shot me full of some weird shroom juice or shit..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 20:41:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mistress."&nbsp; He said with a bit of a grin.&nbsp; "Your perfectly sober,&nbsp; this may come as a shock to you,&nbsp; but if you walked past the cages at the zoo with my kin you'd hear their incessant chatter.&nbsp; I'm probably not the best monkey to explain this,&nbsp; but you are the daughter of the monkey king...&nbsp; and you've inherited some of his power."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 20:47:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Monkey King."<br><br>SueLynn rubbed her eyes, then her temples.<br><br>"You mean Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven?&nbsp; Journey to the West?&nbsp; Inspiration for Dragonball Z?&nbsp; That guy?&nbsp; He's a myth!&nbsp; Might as well tell me I'm related to the Merciful Goddess..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 20:53:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes,&nbsp; that's the guy."&nbsp; The simian said leaping onto the girl's shoulder once more.&nbsp; "Girl, if I told you that I'd be lying,&nbsp; right now I'm entirely serious.&nbsp; And He's not a myth mistress...&nbsp; he's a legend there's a difference."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 21:11:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				SueLynn blinked.<br><br>"Okay, I'm having a conversation with a monkey who dresses like Bruce Lee who just told me that my father, my <em>real</em> father, is the Monkey King.&nbsp; And now you tell me that I'm not dreaming, not insane, and that any minute now I'm going to see some incredible source of proof of this.&nbsp; Right?"<br><br>She reached for the door, absently holding her other arm out for the capuchin, unaware that she was indeed about to meet 'proof'...<br><br><br><strong>Caitlin's Tale</strong><br><br>The roar of the motorcycle and the wind in her hair were almost enough to shake Caitlin out of her fury--at least until she remembered the address.&nbsp; It was a chop shop Detective Landry had been investigating for, as he called it, X-files weirdness.&nbsp; Too bad he'd died before he could get anywhere...but he'd mentioned it to her a few times, during their informal chats.<br><br>Finally she turned the last corner onto the block...just in time to see a number of bikers pull to a stop in front of her target!&nbsp; They looked depressingly human, but there was no mistaking the rough outlaw in these men.&nbsp; Two of them jaywalked through traffic and entered a pawnshop right across from the garage.&nbsp; The rest milled around in front, drifting inside by ones and twos.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 21:33:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The young woman,&nbsp; did what any inexperienced young vigilante would.&nbsp; She quickly leaped off her bike as she screeched to the stop and lifted the huge stone axe from her saddle bag and brought it down onto her shoulder.&nbsp; She didn't even notice the weight as she stalked forward, like a predatory beast.&nbsp; The other hand,&nbsp; rested on the handle of the huge gleaming chrome peacemaker that was strapped to her side.&nbsp; Those boot clad feet clicked noisily on the ground, and the young woman walked towards the pawn shop not caring if anyone laid eyes on her as she stalked her prey.<br><br>"I hope I'm not interrupting anything boys..."&nbsp; She growled the words.&nbsp; "But you've got sins that need repaying...&nbsp; and this time,&nbsp; it'll be your own blood staining the pavement instead of that of your victims."&nbsp; she smirked.&nbsp; "You can bow down and prepare for your beheading with whatever slivers of honor you have left,&nbsp; otherwise things are going to get messy..."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 01:03:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Huh.&nbsp; Lookit, guys!&nbsp; &nbsp;Uppity cooze!"<br><br>One of the bikers half turned and threw a punch in Caitlin's direction!<br><br><br><strong>(SueLynn's Tale)</strong><br><br>Wasting no time at the sight of two brutish bikers threatening the old proprietor, SueLynn gave a might shout and rushed the length of the store to launch a kick at one of the two men...heedless of the wiser tactical options like, say, stealth...or weapons.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 02:58:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Caitlin<br></strong><br><br>"I'm a bit more then that little man."&nbsp; She said as she lifted the stone ax upward,&nbsp; the huge blade came between the sinners hand, and her face and she smiled as he whelped in pain.&nbsp; She took a step back and brought the ax backwards as if she was swinging a bat,&nbsp; and then she stepped forward again bringing the full brunt of her strength and the weapon's massive weight into the flesh of the human before him.&nbsp; The relic easily cleaved through cloth, flesh,&nbsp; and bone and tore through the other side of the man,&nbsp; as the young woman was suddenly covered by a fountain of crimson gore as the first man collapsed landing in to peaces before the girl.&nbsp; "Which of you wants to die next?"<br><br>Thug:&nbsp; <br><br>The thug that the Chinese girl stroke out again,&nbsp; grunted as the foot came crashing down against him, and he turned to face the girl.&nbsp; "Aww... what the fuck is this?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 16:53:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>(Caitlin's Tale)</strong><br><br>The bikers exploded into action, which would doubtlessly be more effective if they'd had some sort of a plan!&nbsp; One tried to grab her, another slashed at her with a switchblade, and the third, wiping the blood of his fallen comrade off his face with one hand, went stumbling into the chop shop yelling for backup!<br><br><strong>(SueLynn's Tale)</strong><br><br>SueLynn backed up and struck a purely Hollywood kung-fu pose.<br><br>"You, fatty, with your ugly face have hurt my instep!&nbsp; Prepare to be spanked!"<br><br>She grinned, almost enjoying herself in spite of the danger.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 17:09:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Thugs!</strong><br><br>The thug that wasn't hit by the girl's attack actually let out a bit of a laugh at the kung Fu uniform clad youth.&nbsp; "Aww look Joe,&nbsp; someone's playing dress up!"&nbsp; WIth that the one Sulan had struck,&nbsp; rushed forward like a mad man,&nbsp; and lashed out with his fist missing the girl,&nbsp; &nbsp; while the other followed soon afterwards throwing his fist towards the girl's stomach, but missing as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 17:17:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>(SueLynn's Tale)</strong><br><br>Sliding back out of immediate reach, SueLynn reaches out and grabs a wicked looking sword off one of the shelves.<br><br>"Ooooo, looky looky what I found!"<br><br>Swinging it in a flashy but useless arc, her grin widened.<br><br>"Whatcha wanna bet it ain't sharpened?"<br><br><strong>(Caitlin's Tale)</strong><br><br>Meanwhile, a Thug was still running for backup, his cries growing fainter...<br><br>And the one with the switchblade was still trying to dance, heedless of the odds that this would attract Caitlin's deadly attention.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 17:34:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Caitlin's<br></strong><br><br>The red haired woman covered in gore looked at the man with a knife and shook her head, as she easily parried the blow with her weapons.&nbsp; "This is for killing my old man..."&nbsp; She growled, and lifted the blade once more and swung once more baseball style but this time the massive weapon easily clove through the man's neck,&nbsp; causing it to hit the floor with a wet thud.&nbsp; She looked to the man who tried to clinch her...&nbsp; "Have you wet yourself yet?"<br><br><br><strong><br>Sulyn's story</strong><br><br>"Kid stop playing Bruce Lee before we get rough..." Said the injured man,&nbsp; his voice caught in his throat as she began to wield the blade.<br><br>With that,&nbsp; the injured thug lashed out missing once more,&nbsp; while the unharmed man did tthe same.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 17:51:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>SueLynn's Tale</strong><br><br>Dancing away from their attacks, SueLynn kept up her flashy but ineffective swordplay--but her fumbling seemed to be more than mere 'play'.<br><br>"Bruce?&nbsp; Bruce me no likee.&nbsp; But his daughter's kind of cute."<br><br><strong>(Caitlin's Tale)</strong><br><br>The last remaining mook took a swing at Caitlin and missed, followed a moment later by his fled compatriot peering out of the chop shop, gun in hand...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 18:07:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Caitlin's Tale<br><br>Once more the girl ducked out of the way of the attack,&nbsp; smiling.&nbsp; She was really enjoying this,&nbsp; perhaps more then she should have,&nbsp; the blood in the air and on her skin was pushing her forward.&nbsp; "Someone's gotta gun,&nbsp; but mine bigger..."&nbsp; She grinned.<br><br>SueLynn's Tale<br><br>The thug with the bloody lip lashed out again, this time,&nbsp; he just barely missed his opponent...&nbsp; his fist skimming across her skin.<br><br>"I warned you kid..."&nbsp; Said the other as he went to punch the girl, wiffing once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 18:12:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>SueLynn's Tale</strong><br><br>Spinning out of the way of a fist, SueLynn lashed out...and the thug with the bloody lip cried out as the sword sank into his gut a few inches, only to whip out in a lethal arc and resume an <em>en garde</em> hold.<br><br>"Awww, but I like this music!&nbsp; Let's up the tempo a little, shall we?"<br><br>She grinned at her last remaining opponent and gave him the 'come hither' beloved of Fortune Cookie Theatre fans everywhere.<br><br><strong>Caitlin's Tale</strong><br><br>The returning thug fired off a shot, but his buddy was in more danger than the Daughter of Morrigan, for the bullet went screaming off into the wild blue yonder instead.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 18:28:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Caitlin heard the crack of the man's pistol going off, but the bullet passed by her.&nbsp; She jumped a little, surprised by the attack,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; she wasn't going to go down so easy.&nbsp; THe last thug that was facing her in close combat was about to get it,&nbsp; she heft the huge weapon upwards high above her head and brought it down upon the man's cranium thanks to her streangth,&nbsp; the weapon slid easily through flesh and bone and the man split in half as Caitlin's weapon slammed against the floor.&nbsp; "Are you sure you want to die little boy?"<br><strong><br>SuLynn's story.</strong><br><br>The first thug screamed as the sword cut into his meat,&nbsp; he collapsed to the ground in pain gripping the blooody slash in his gut.&nbsp; The uninjured opponent looked down at his friend before quickly lashing out at Sulynn with his fist missing once more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 18:33:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>(SueLynn's Tale)</strong><br><br>Her flashing blade narrowly missed the man again, this time accompanied by a low growl from the girl--what was this, a cursed blade?&nbsp; Surely she could find a mark...<br><br><strong>(Caitlin's Tale)</strong><br><br>The thug with the pistol took another shot, just as wild as the last.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 18:48:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Caitlin's Story<br><br>The young warrior grinned as she rushed towards her opponent.&nbsp; "Goodnight,&nbsp; I'll be seeing you soon..."&nbsp; SHe said with a grin, and slammed the thug into the door frame using the flat of her ax, to slam into his torso.&nbsp; <br><br>SueLynn's Story<br><br>The remaining thug once more lashed out,&nbsp; not wanting to exchange any more banter with the girl but once more he missed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 18:55:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Caitlin's Tale</strong><br><br>For a long moment, silence fell.&nbsp; Somewhere distant, a siren sounded--cops?&nbsp; Ambulance?&nbsp; Fire department?&nbsp; Who knew?<br><br>Then she heard an engine revving up from inside the chop shop...<br><br><strong>(SueLynn's Tale)</strong><br><br>This time, the young woman's stroke was true, and her blade met the thug's neck in a flawless strike that separated his head from his shoulders!<br><br>"Fuck," she growled, glancing over at the proprietor.&nbsp; "You okay, old man?&nbsp; Sorry about the mess..."<br><br>She looked at the blade for a moment.<br><br>"Why do you have this Western-made replica trash hanging around, anyway?&nbsp; Because if this is <em>the</em> Excalibur, I'm Gweneviere."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 03:54:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong> Caitlin's Story</strong><br><br>The warrior stood over the unconscious form of the last thug and spit on him.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was about to lift him over her shoulder,&nbsp; for a little interrogation when she heard the sound of a revving bike in the distance.&nbsp; "Another..."&nbsp; She said as her lips curled into a sadistic grin.&nbsp; "Come on fucker!"&nbsp; She howled to the sky.&nbsp; "I'll cut you all down!"<br><br><strong> SueLynn's Story</strong><br><br>"It is nothing I've not dealt with before."&nbsp; He said looking down at the corpses.&nbsp; "Thank you miss for saving me..."&nbsp; <br><br>When she made the statement about the blade he shrugged his shoulder.&nbsp; "Be glad that I had that replica trash it saved both of us...'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 06:05:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>(SueLynn's Tale)</strong><br><br>"Well, long as you're okay..."<br><br>The howl from outside grabbed her attention.<br><br>"Hey, since it's crap anyway, d'you mind if I borrow this for a little while longer?&nbsp; I got a feeling I might need it again."<br><br><strong>(Caitlin's Tale)</strong><br><br>The revving engine grew louder, sounding almost like an animal howl...<br><br>And then something burst out of the chop shop!&nbsp; At first Caitlin thought she was facing just another biker, but then she realized that tha man...the half a man...was attached to the Harley where the handlebars should have been!&nbsp; Under his tattered and dusty leather jacket, she could see bloody bandages wrapped around his torso.<br><br>"Here is your death, little bitch!&nbsp; Come and die!"<br><br>He brandished a crowbar in one massive, meaty paw, a chain in the other.&nbsp; His eyes, glazed with madness and agony, drilled into her soul.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 20:34:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Caitlin's Tale</strong><br><br>"You actually expect me to cower before a mechanical man?"&nbsp; She snorted and readied her ax.&nbsp; "I've just cut down four men...&nbsp; a freak stiched to a chopper isn't going to stand up much longer then the rest of them."&nbsp; She grinned. "I'll be making sure to take part of you a parting gift freak."<br><br><strong>SueLynn's Tale</strong><br><br>"Of course miss, it is the least I can do."&nbsp; He said bowing his head.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 20:41:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Caitlin's Tale</strong><br><br>With a furious roar, the man-machine peeled out with a squeal of tires and the smoke and stench of burning rubber, flailing away at Caitlin with the crowbar.&nbsp; Yet she found his blow easy to avoid, as though he expected her to stand still and be run down...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 20:57:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Caitlin's Story<br><br>Steel clattered useless against supernaturally durable stone,&nbsp; the girl grinned at the strange and mustered her resolve.&nbsp; The young woman let out a scream that would probably live in the hearts and minds of all those gathered near enough to hear it.&nbsp; "This is for my Dad!"&nbsp; With that,&nbsp; she struck... the huge blade moved quickly,&nbsp; despite its large size.&nbsp; The huge stone head buried itself inside the body of the man machine hybrid she was stained with blood and oil, as it erupted around her.&nbsp; With that she pulled the axe free and began to giggle like a mad woman.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 21:05:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>(Caitlin's Tale)</strong><br><br>The bizarre chimera shrieked in agony as Caitlin's axe bit deep into his chest, severing part of his biker jacket.&nbsp; He dropped the crowbar, his arm hanging limp and bloody.<br><br>Just then, she picked up a whiff of ink and old paper...<br><br><strong>(SueLynn's Tale)</strong><br><br>"Thanks."<br><br>SueLynn pulled the door open, sword in hand, and stopped to goggle.<br><br>"What the <em>fuck</em>?"<br><br>That said, she rushed out to help the (to her mind) helpless civilian fend off the weirdo on the bike...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 21:13:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The fiery haired maiden looked over her shoulder for a moment at the Asian woman's arrival.&nbsp; Though, right now she was to lost in her revenge to slide to do anything more then return her attention to the biker.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 21:16:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>SueLynn's Tale</strong><br><br>Her sword strike missed the thrashing biker, whose left fist, chain-wrapped and roughly calloused, shot out at the axe-wielder again...to no avail.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 21:25:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Caitlin's tale.<br><br>The nearly berserk female screamed her wrath,&nbsp; her heart was pounding in her chest.&nbsp; She let out another scream laced with wrath, and once more that huge blade came crashing down on her opponent,&nbsp; slamming into the mechanical section of his chopper and human body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 21:34:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>(SueLynn's Tale)</strong><br><br>Another sword-strike connected, but the bizarre thing was already dead, the stone axe slicing down through its head and torso, severing flesh from metal in one gory blow.&nbsp; Skipping back to avoid the arterial spray, SueLynn brushed her bangs out of her eyes and wrinkled her nose, getting a better look at the woman she'd just charged into certain peril to help.<br><br>Inexplicably, she smelled freshly mown grass...and the creaking of wood came to her ears on the wind...<br><br>Letting her eyes take a quick walk all over the well-toned red-headed beauty in her holey jeans and biker jacket, SueLynn found herself grinning widely.&nbsp; Unfortunately, what the little capuchin had told her about her lineage must have been true, because instead of opening her mouth and saying something normal like 'hello' or 'was this a friend of yours' or even 'are you okay', what slipped out was:<br><br>"<em>Niiiiiiice </em> rack!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 19:44:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Synchronized</strong><br><br>Caitlin was a bit surprised when the woman had struck at her rather dead opponent.&nbsp; The gore covered irish maiden grinned,&nbsp; a bit staring down at the corpse.&nbsp; Her foot lashed out again,&nbsp; smashing into the body of the creature with enough force to shatter bone.&nbsp; "I hope this is only the beginning of your suffering..."&nbsp; She remained silent for a moment, basking in her victory...&nbsp; and then odd words shattered the silence.&nbsp; <br><br>"What?"&nbsp; She turned to face the woman,&nbsp; using a free hand to wipe the blood away from her face.&nbsp; "What did you just say?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 19:49:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				SueLynn grinned.<br><br>"I said I like your equipment."<br><br>She tilted her head.<br><br>"So, who was your friend?&nbsp; If I may ask."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 19:56:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yea um...&nbsp; I dig your shoes..."<br><br>She just shook her head a bit, and fished into her pocket finding her cigerette's she brought one to her lips, and lit it.&nbsp; The strange girl, almost seemed to have a post coital glow about her.&nbsp; She looked down at the corpse.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm not sure of his name,&nbsp; but he was involved in killing my old man and another good cop.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 19:58:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh?"<br><br>SueLynn stoops, wiping the blade off on the dead creature's bandages.<br><br>"Too bad for him.&nbsp; But it looks like you gave him what he deserved, nothing less.&nbsp; Now if only I knew what he was..."<br><br>She grins up at her new friend.<br><br>"Did you <em>really</em> not understand my question?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 20:22:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The young woman looked down at the creature once more.&nbsp; "I think its pretty apparent,&nbsp; he was a man attached to a motorcycle.&nbsp; Now he's a dead man attached to a motorcycle...&nbsp; circle of life and all that crap."&nbsp; She said smiling.&nbsp; <br><br>"Question?&nbsp; I guess not..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 20:23:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				SueLynn's grin widened.<br><br>"Niiiiice rack.&nbsp; Can I kiss the twins hello?"<br><br>She laughed, then stretched.<br><br>"But seriously.&nbsp; Are you local?&nbsp; I need to find a motel or something, and I'm kind of more or less not from around here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 20:31:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you have Turrets or something?" She said shaking her head.&nbsp; "Your not going to be able to check into a hotel covered in blood,&nbsp; I've got an apartment I'd suggest you come with me and take a shower before you think about checking into a hotel covered in blood."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 20:37:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I don't have Tourette's Syndrome."<br><br>SueLynn rolled her eyes.<br><br>"It just sort of popped out of my mouth.&nbsp; Post-battle stress, I suppose.&nbsp; Hey, can you wait a sec?&nbsp; I gotta go get my stuff.&nbsp; Oh, and my uncle."<br><br>She winked and turned back to the pawnshop.<br><br>"Hey, old man!&nbsp; You want this piece of junk back?"<br><br>She headed back to the bathroom, scooping up her backpack and dufflebag...and the monkey.<br><br>"C'mon, Uncle.&nbsp; I think I got us a ride.&nbsp; And she's kind of cute, too, for a roundeye."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 17:12:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well,&nbsp; I guess that makes some sense..." The read head said."Uncle?" <br><br>As she passed the elderly gentleman shrugged his shoulders.&nbsp; "You may keep it ma'am besides,&nbsp; now that it's been involved in a few death's I don't think I want it in my shop..."&nbsp; He said "The cops will already be poking their nose around here..."<br><br>When she entered the bathroom the simian looked up at her.&nbsp; "Most excellent"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 17:34:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing softly, SueLynn headed out again.<br><br>"Thanks, venerable one," she grinned at the proprietor.&nbsp; "I'll do my best not to bring trouble your way again...but no promises!"<br><br>Then she swept out, waving to her new-found ally.<br><br>"See?"&nbsp; She whispered to Uncle.&nbsp; "Not bad for a white girl, huh?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 19:32:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Uncle smiled and nodded his head. "You've a good eye..."<br><br>Caitlin turned to the young woman,&nbsp; and stretched ever so slightly.&nbsp; "I hope you don't mind riding bitch."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 19:36:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What's the alternative?&nbsp; Not like I can drive."<br><br>SueLynn shrugs as best she can with her bags.<br><br>"Anyway, I'm SueLynn.&nbsp; This is Uncle.&nbsp; Wave hello to the nice girl, Uncle."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 19:40:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Uncle,&nbsp; waved and said "Hello"&nbsp; but it only came out as a squeek to the Irish girl.<br><br>"I'm Caitlin..."&nbsp; She said with a slight nod of her head.&nbsp; "and you've got a point."&nbsp; She said as she turned on her heels.&nbsp; "Come on."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 19:44:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry," SueLynn said.&nbsp; "I'll keep my hands to myself."<br><br>Laughing, she followed Caitlin back to her bike.<br><br>"Must be the day I'm having.&nbsp; I'm not normally so...I mean, my sense of humor isn't usually so...I haven't normally said shit like this to other girls."<br><br>She gave Uncle a look.<br><br>"So let's suppose for now that I'm inclined to believe you," she told the capuchin.&nbsp; "Because what I remember from reading Journey to the West indicates that he might say stuff just to put people off balance.&nbsp; Right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 19:52:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The young woman shook her head a bit,&nbsp; and slid onto the dinged up old chopper.&nbsp; It took a little bit of struggling for her to get the thing started,&nbsp; but with persistance she was able to get the engine roaring.&nbsp; "Don't worry about it,&nbsp; I suppose lots of people have different reactions to violence. Maybe your's is awkward humor."&nbsp; She smirked.<br><br>"That is true.."&nbsp; Said uncle,&nbsp; slowly picking through the girl's hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 19:55:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And maybe I just learned I have a thing for redheads with hard bodies," SueLynn said, clearly without her brain engaging at any point in the process!&nbsp; As Caitlin could tell from the soft, drawn out sigh and quiet 'damnit' that followed that crack.<br><br>"Anyway, uhm, might wanna go before John Law shows up."<br><br>She glanced at Uncle.<br><br>"I don't suppose you're enjoying watching me make an idiot of myself," she asked the capuchin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 21:35:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course,&nbsp; don't want to be caught covered in blood at the crime scene do we?"&nbsp; She said with a grin,&nbsp; and sped away with another roar of the engine.&nbsp; She shifted a bit nervously against the softness of the other woman resting against her back.<br><br>Uncle grins as only a capuchin could.&nbsp; "Of course,&nbsp; don't worry...&nbsp; if your anything like your father you'll break her down."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 21:39:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Remembering almost to late to grab the bike frame rather than the driver, SueLynn gave her new friend as much personal space as she could under the circumstances...which wasn't much.<br><br>"What do you mean," she yells at Uncle over the roar of the engine and the rushing air.&nbsp; "Are you trying to encourage me to piss her off?"&nbsp; She shook her head.&nbsp; "Anyway, you <span class="bbc_u">don't</span> get to watch!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 21:48:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caitlin leaned forward,&nbsp; trying to keep their flesh seperate but only found herself pressing her well toned rump against SueLynn's crotch.&nbsp; She did her best to keep herself focused on the road, and not the soft touch...&nbsp; and,&nbsp; &nbsp;the odd ape speak behind her.<br><br>Uncle grinned.&nbsp; "Of course I am,&nbsp; besides I won't have to encourage you...&nbsp; getting into trouble is in your blood."&nbsp; He scoffed a bit.&nbsp; "I find the idea abhorrent!&nbsp; you people don't even have fur or tails!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 21:52:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Pervo..."<br><br>Suelynn laughed suddenly and then fell silent for the remainder of the ride.&nbsp; When Caitlin pulled the bike to a stop, the Asian girl hopped off almost at once and stretched, then pulled her bags off of the bike.<br><br>"Thanks for the ride," she smiled, blushing slightly.&nbsp; "Sorry about the up-close-and-personal bits.&nbsp; Just one of those things, right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 04:08:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sometimes..."&nbsp; Uncle said with a simian giggle.<br><br>"Um..."&nbsp; She said slowly slipping off the bike.&nbsp; "Don't worry about it..."&nbsp; She said swallowing hard.&nbsp; "um...&nbsp; before we go up,&nbsp; you have to promise you won't be bothered by the mess..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 05:07:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, no sweat.&nbsp; I understand mess.&nbsp; My life became one as of about a quarter to nine this morning."<br><br>SueLynn rolled her eyes.<br><br>"Which is why I'm here, instead of in school."<br><br>She looked around, studying the area, nodding solemnly.<br><br>"So, you go first, and I promise not to watch your ass.&nbsp; Too much."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 03:27:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The young woman nodded ever so slightly,&nbsp; and headed up to the apartment in silent.&nbsp; She, opened the door and ushered the girl inside.&nbsp; The room smelled of alcohol, cigarette smoke,&nbsp; and the walls were peppered with holes.&nbsp; &nbsp;A few glass shards glinted on the floor,&nbsp; bottles were over turned.&nbsp; "Alright welcome to my place...&nbsp; bathrooms over there..."&nbsp; She said pointing to a door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 15:05:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Cool."<br><br>SueLynn looked around.<br><br>"Very cool.&nbsp; I'll just go scrub up...if, uhm, that's okay?"<br><br>She paused.<br><br>"Oh, and where can I put my stuff?&nbsp; I mean, since I'm borrowing your couch and all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 02:07:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Huh..."&nbsp; She said cocking her brow.&nbsp; "Um, I'm not sure really...&nbsp; I guess you can use my closet..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 04:17:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Gonna be room in there between you and your skeletons?"<br><br>SueLynn paused and slapped her forehead.<br><br>"Uhm...forget that part.&nbsp; Thanks.&nbsp; Closet.&nbsp; Got it."<br><br>She put her duffle bag and backpack in the hall closet and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door open while she splashed her face and grumbled to herself about suddenly not being able to keep foot out of mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 17:16:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The young woman rolled her eyes,&nbsp; and found her way inside her bedroom.&nbsp; She quickly tossed off the bloody rags,&nbsp; and chose to wrap a bathrobe around herself.&nbsp; She headed to the bathroom, leaning against a nearby wall.&nbsp; "So,&nbsp; why'd you help me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 17:19:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				SueLynn paused, her face dripping.<br><br>"It seemed like the thing to do.&nbsp; I mean, damsel in distress, weirdo biker with a Harley up his ass...I couldn't just sit on the sidelines and munch popcorn I don't have, y'know."<br><br>She splashed her face again.<br><br>"Not that you needed much help, but it's the thought that counts."<br><br>She straightened up, stretching and then loosening the frogging on her tunic.<br><br>"This, I don't need.&nbsp; Tee shirts are a goodness."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 17:43:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks for the hand."&nbsp; She said with a soft smile.&nbsp; "Like you said, I might not have needed it,&nbsp; but it's good to know if things went sour you'd have been there."<br><br>The red head watched Suelynn closely, leaning against the door frame.&nbsp; "we might not be the same size, but if you need some clothes I've got some spares.&nbsp; They're not very stylish though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 17:45:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are you kidding?&nbsp; Next to you, I look like an eight-year old!"<br><br>This was not true, although Caitlin was taller and fuller-bodied than SueLynn...<br><br>"Style is a fickle bastard at best.&nbsp; I'm cool with functional."<br><br>She turned and leaned against the sink, her arms crossed under her breasts, studying her new friend carefully.<br><br>"What were you doing in the middle of Chinatown with a big-ass axe, anyway?&nbsp; Besides chopping bikers to kibble, I mean."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 18:07:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I doubt you'd believe me if I told you,&nbsp; but why not?"&nbsp; She took a deep breath.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well,&nbsp; my Father and someone else very close to me was killed by those bastards...&nbsp; and,&nbsp; my mother told me that it was my job to make them suffer...&nbsp; so,&nbsp; I found out where they were hanging out...&nbsp; and I just, did them in."&nbsp; She said with a hint of a grin.&nbsp; "What were you doing in a pawn shop dressed as an extra in a kung fu movie?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 18:09:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Picking up the pieces.&nbsp; My parents died the other day, and the estate kind of more or less is bankrupt, which means..."<br><br>Monkeygirl shrugged.<br><br>"All I got was the stuff I carried in here and a pawnshop ticket.&nbsp; I was just trying the stuff on when...well, you were there, so you know what happened."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 20:04:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahh,&nbsp; I see...&nbsp; I'm sorry to hear that."<br><br>The red head shook her head softly.&nbsp; "I can sympathise..."<br><br>There was another nod.&nbsp; "Well...&nbsp; I guess you can stay here until your back on your feet..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 20:07:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				SueLynn searched the other woman's face for a long moment before giving her a shy smile and nodding.<br><br>"Thanks.&nbsp; I'll, uhm...I'll help out and stuff..."<br><br>She sighed.<br><br>"Yeah, well, turns out Mummy and Daddy had their hands in a couple dirty cookie jars or something, and 'cause of that I'm flat broke, out of school, and pretty well screwed.&nbsp; And according to Banana Breath, there, my real Dad's a mythical figure.&nbsp; How much more upfarked can things get, you know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 20:24:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, if you want to clean the place up be my guest...&nbsp; and if you can cook that would be a bit of a bonus."&nbsp; She said with a smile.&nbsp; "Really?"&nbsp; She shook her head a bit.&nbsp; "I kind of assumed that you were related to something special... or you were just damn crazy...&nbsp; sounded like you were talking to your furry friend.&nbsp; I'm in the same boat myself...&nbsp; my mother seems to be a blood thirsty goddess that has a thing for ravens."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 20:29:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No kidding?"<br><br>SueLynn managed another shy smile.<br><br>"Is she hawt?"<br><br>The girl's grin became mischievous almost at once.<br><br>"I bet she's hawt!&nbsp; I bet she's a real MILF..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 20:34:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I donno... she's my mom..."&nbsp; She said shaking her head.&nbsp; "I think she was damn scary..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 20:39:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				SueLynn tilted her head, pouting slightly.<br><br>"Not even a smile?&nbsp; I must be losing my touch if random lesbian innuendo doesn't get a laugh..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 02:20:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned a bit. "Sorry,&nbsp; not the most receptive to humor lately...&nbsp; I haven't talked to many people lately."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 02:25:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah!&nbsp; See, there?&nbsp; You smiled.&nbsp; Almost."<br><br>SueLynn grinned.<br><br>"Pretty girls should smile.&nbsp; Didn't anyone tell you that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 02:32:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her grin widened a little bit,&nbsp; and she took a step forward.&nbsp; "Well... I haven't had much of a reason to smile,&nbsp; until recently that is..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 02:56:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh?"<br><br>SueLynn tilted her head the other way, looking up at the beautiful redhead.<br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; Sorry!&nbsp; You probably need to clean up, huh?&nbsp; I'm done, so...uhm...if I could just get out of your way..."<br><br>Her playful smile grew shyer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 02:59:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded a bit.&nbsp; "Yea,&nbsp; thanks..."&nbsp; She said with a grin, as she slid out of the girl's way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 03:10:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shower's yours, then."<br><br>SueLynn slid by, brushing the taller redhead slightly, glancing up curiously at her at the moment of that slight contact.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 03:32:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you,&nbsp; help yourself to a drink if you want one."&nbsp; She said with a smile, the young woman looked down at the smaller Asian woman for a moment, before quickly and nervously looking away.&nbsp; She slowly shut the door behind herself&nbsp; and stripped out of the robe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 03:38:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				SueLynn made her way to the couch and sat, only then letting herself blush.&nbsp; She holds her arm out to Uncle and brings him close.<br><br>"I don't suppose you can explain why I'm suddenly flirting outrageously with a girl?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 04:32:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The monkey shrugged his shoulders, and leaned against SueLynn.&nbsp; "I would say you find her attractive,&nbsp; that's usually what instigates a courtship ritual."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 04:39:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"But...I mean, yeah, she's cute and all but...uhm...I like guys.&nbsp; Or...I did.&nbsp; Or something."<br><br>Leaning back, she closed her eyes for a minute.<br><br>"Maybe it's just stress.&nbsp; Yeah, that's got to be it.&nbsp; I'm just stressed out enough to...uhm...you're about to tell me that's a bullshit excuse, aren't you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 04:47:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, your father was a bit of a womanizer..."&nbsp; He grinned.&nbsp; "Perhaps you take after him...&nbsp; or maybe you always liked the female of the species..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 04:49:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Smartass!"<br><br>SueLynn rolled her head over to watch the bathroom door again.<br><br>"Okay, she's cute.&nbsp; And sexy.&nbsp; And probably has guys lined up around the block.&nbsp; What do you mean my old man's a womanizer?"<br><br>She turned to scowl at Uncle for a moment...then paused.<br><br>"No, forget I asked.&nbsp; You're right.&nbsp; He probably is.&nbsp; Hey, if he's real...how many other gods and goddesses are real?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 17:49:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can't imagine a straight girl saying that can you?"&nbsp; The monkey said with a wink.&nbsp; "I'm not entirely sure,&nbsp; I just assume that all of them are..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 17:53:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"What, you've never heard of 'gay until I graduate'?"<br><br>SueLynn snorted and let her eyes fall shut.<br><br>"<em>All</em> of them?&nbsp; That's got to make things interesting.&nbsp; Does that mean that Dad did all that stuff in Journey to the West?&nbsp; Or is that sort of like a tall tale that gets the general story right but the details wrong?"<br><br>She got a funny little half smirk.<br><br>"Maybe he did something like, oh, I dunno.&nbsp; Grabbed the Benevolent Goddess's butt during a portrait sitting or something.&nbsp; They wouldn't want to write about <em>that</em>, so they come up with some crap about fighting off the Heavenly Host with an oversized toothpick..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 17:58:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Can't say that I have,&nbsp; but my only chance to diget human culture was when the old man watched TV."&nbsp; he said.&nbsp; <br><br>The ape shrugged his shoulders.&nbsp; "Well,&nbsp; as far a I know it was rather close to how it was depicted.&nbsp; There may be a few difference though,&nbsp; you'd have to ask your father."<br><br>Uncle laughed in a way only a monkey could.&nbsp; "Your talking about women's backsides again..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 18:01:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So?&nbsp; I'm not the one potentially doing the grabbing, here, am I?"<br><br>She laughed softly.<br><br>"What's the expression?&nbsp; Oh, right.&nbsp; 'I'd totally hit that'.&nbsp; I can see the Monkey King doing that to every goddess in the Heavens, come to think of it.&nbsp; You said he was a womanizer, after all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyr</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 03:30:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well,&nbsp; we'll see..."&nbsp; He said with a rather large grin.&nbsp; "As I said, he is a womanizer...&nbsp; he had spent some time in many of the Goddesses bed chambers...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Angry Raven, Naughty Monkey: An American Myth (Valkyr/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 04:01:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ewwwww!&nbsp; Really?"<br><br>SueLynn shivered.<br><br>"Which ones?&nbsp; So I know either who to avoid or who to...uhm, there goes my mouth again..."
			</dd>
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