Setting up shop: Part One
By
Arctic_Princess,
Posted on: 2006-03-10 11:43 in Multi-Media Fan Creations
LOL. Class. A nice comic "slice of life" from the City.
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godresthissoul
[/ QUOTE ] Do I detect a wee Pratchett homage? 
Perhaps n'uncle? 
Part Two may follow this evening if I can just get the plot sorted out right in my head.
Oh, and thanks to Leif_Roar for suggesting that I just copy the text from Word instead of providing a link - it worked out better than I thought it would. You are a genius
Another comedic writer in the gang. Always good to see. Guess I'll have to crack on with the last 3 parts of N00b's story.
I especially like the "where did she get the wool from?" bit.
Nice one.
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(O.O) Bunny: Our time is coming
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Ta - part 2 was going to be written today/ last night - but RPing got the better of me and I need to go to bed soon or face the blue screen of death when my head hits the keyboard 
More to follow - including, possibly, artwork (I would love some suggestions for Queen Bee and Longhorn! )
@ There's no bzzzness like the hero bzzzness @
Please take a seat, madam. The Superhero Group Registrar will be along to see you shortly.
But I dont want a Superhero Group Registrar I want the Land Registrar!
Ariadnee threw her hands up in despair. For the past forty-five minutes she had been sitting, waiting inside City Hall. The efficient-looking woman who had just toddled off to the backroom had been very inefficient when it came to listening. Ari drummed her nails against the arm of the chair she was sitting on and sighed.
The clock struck 4pm. A gaggle of heroes ran in from the rain outside and through to the New Hero offices. Ari glanced up from her copy of Paragon Homes and Gardens. Lousy waiting rooms! I mean - who actually buys these magazines apart from people who work in places with waiting rooms?
Dyou mind if I zzzsit down here?
Of course not, by all means Ariadnee gestured to the seat opposite and then wished she hadnt.
New in town, are we?
Well, zzzsort of. My name is Queen Bee. I zzzsting criminals to justice! the poor, deluded woman actually looked as if she were proud to have come up with that hideous catchphrase.
How nice, well, what else do you say to a woman dressed like a giant black-and-yellow striped tennis ball?
Im Ariadnee. Pleased to meet you. Ariadnee reached to shake hands with the woman then realised that she did not relish the idea of touching those furry feelers.
Must be a trouble to open jars with those? Ari could never resist a cheap joke.
Oh no, my son helps me with that sort of thing!
Son? Ohmigosh she's knitting with them. Where did she get that wool from?
A lanky creature appeared from the mens room, the howl of an automatic hand-dryer dampening his entrance somewhat. He appeared to have antennae sticking out from his forehead and his skin was a pale blue in colour. The rest was your typical, teenager clothing apart from a small Kevlar chest plate tied expertly up-and-under his shoulders. He looked like something not dissimilar to a blue preying mantis.
Ah, here he iszzz now. Harold, come and meet Mrs. Ariadnee
Actually, Im not a M-
Hes just turned sixteen so I thought to myself, zzzSarizzzssa, why not join up? Its a good education for a boy. His father and me, we were quite the crime-fighting duo back in the day we cut a fine dash. Queen Bees eyes (which Ariadnee now noticed, thankfully, wore wire frames over two eyes and not the usual mass of caviar that passed for insect sensory organs) sparkled a little at the memory. The penny dropped.
Youre starting a Superhero Group? With your son? Ariadnees eyes sparkled also, although more out of terror than awe.
Well, why not eh? I mean half the heroes in this town dont know each other. Theyre all jumping about, hurting themselves and shouting at each other about angst. I dont want my Harold exposed to all that. No, this way we get to have some quality time together and I can make sure he she indicated her son with a furry feeler doesnt get into any trouble.
Ariadnee took a moment to take the last few sentences in, Well, it seems youve thought it out very well. Good, sound, proper thinking. Good luck to you, Queen Bee!
Oh call me Mrs. Bee, everybody does dear! and with that the woman went back to her knitting and Harold continued to stand around awkwardly.
Miss? You wanted to see the Land Registrar I believe? A taller, more-efficient looking woman than the previous one stood by an open door, holding an officious-looking clipboard.
Yes. Thats right. Ariadnee stretched her legs and rose to greet the woman.
I am the Paragon City Representative, although one of my other duties is to work as Land Registrar, she checked her clipboard, I see here that you are interested in purchasing a shop unit on Argosy Street. If youll come this way please. The City Rep waved her arm through the doorway to the offices beyond.
Ariadnee went to follow then remembered her manners.
Thank you again Mrs Bee. And thank you er
There was no reply from Harold and Ariadnee thought she detected his skin flushing purple as she cast her gaze over him.
Well go on Harold, tell the lady your name. And dont say its Harold, I think shell want to hear your other name. Mrs Bee was all smiles with only the slightest threat of violence in her voice.
Its Longhorn
Sorry? I didnt quite catch that Ariadnee moved a little closer which only seemed to make the young man more nervous.
Come on, Harold! Speak up. The lady wants to know your name!
Its Longhorn! Harold/Longhorn shot the word out and it echoed round the vaulted roof and pounded into the marble floor, making it louder than intended. Several people stopped to have a good look.
It was his fathers crime-fighting name, Miss Ariadnee, godresthissoul
Im glad to hear it. Well, nice to meet you Mrs Bee. Longhorn. She nodded at the woman and winked at the boy, causing him to turn an even-deeper shade of purple.
And I noticed, Mrs. Bee, that you stopped all the buzzzing a while ago! But then, some thoughts were worth keeping to yourself.
Miss? This way please.
Ari hurried to the door: the smirk on her face wouldnt be wiped off for at least a week.
Ah, you gotta love this town!