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The instructor paused, and frowned, saying in a monotone voice, "The nature of my assignment requires me to discourage you from reckless behavior that might raise concerns with our legal department. Do not provoke Gregory..."
Blinky stopped laughing at her and fled down through the roof as the door opened! A man dressed in a suit with glasses stepped out, "Ah, Lt. Gillmore, trying to avoid me, I see."
Her expression and tone didn't change as she rolled her eyes, "Oh, good, you're here. Hi, Greg.. Class, this is our legal council and PR representative, and professional buzzkill, Mr. Gregory Henderson. Everybody say, 'Hi, Mr. Henderson!'"
The lawyer patiently endured the rude remark, and spoke up, "Backhanded introductions aside, yes, I provide legal advice, and act as a go-between for this firehouse when the B.O.O. has to answer to the public, or other agencies and organizations.
With that in mind, in spite of Ms. Gillmore's creative ways of trying to avoid me, it's an important part of your training that I make an appearance for the purpose of warning you: The B.O.O. does not want to get sued; do not do anything to get this firehouse sued-"
He reached into his jacket and produced a slip of paper, unfolding it as he gave the death glare to Gillmore and continued"-Up to and including, speaking to citizens with such 'colorful' language as- and I quote: I'll shove this nuetrona wand up your ass, and hold down the trigger until the coroner has to declare you 'well done'."
"Thanks, Greg, are there any Pecks in your family tree?"
He ignored her, and pointed the paper at each of the trainees, "So do yourselves a favor, complete your training, follow the training, and do not be like her. That'll be all, thank you."
"By, Greg."
"Would it kill you to call me-"
"By, Greg!"
And with that, he left them to the pack training.
Gillmore stamped on the roof, cheering up, "He's gone!" As Blinky returned, she addressed the group, "Sheesh, if he's here, who's running Hell, right?"
Blinky stopped laughing at her and fled down through the roof as the door opened! A man dressed in a suit with glasses stepped out, "Ah, Lt. Gillmore, trying to avoid me, I see."
Her expression and tone didn't change as she rolled her eyes, "Oh, good, you're here. Hi, Greg.. Class, this is our legal council and PR representative, and professional buzzkill, Mr. Gregory Henderson. Everybody say, 'Hi, Mr. Henderson!'"
The lawyer patiently endured the rude remark, and spoke up, "Backhanded introductions aside, yes, I provide legal advice, and act as a go-between for this firehouse when the B.O.O. has to answer to the public, or other agencies and organizations.
With that in mind, in spite of Ms. Gillmore's creative ways of trying to avoid me, it's an important part of your training that I make an appearance for the purpose of warning you: The B.O.O. does not want to get sued; do not do anything to get this firehouse sued-"
He reached into his jacket and produced a slip of paper, unfolding it as he gave the death glare to Gillmore and continued"-Up to and including, speaking to citizens with such 'colorful' language as- and I quote: I'll shove this nuetrona wand up your ass, and hold down the trigger until the coroner has to declare you 'well done'."
"Thanks, Greg, are there any Pecks in your family tree?"
He ignored her, and pointed the paper at each of the trainees, "So do yourselves a favor, complete your training, follow the training, and do not be like her. That'll be all, thank you."
"By, Greg."
"Would it kill you to call me-"
"By, Greg!"
And with that, he left them to the pack training.
Gillmore stamped on the roof, cheering up, "He's gone!" As Blinky returned, she addressed the group, "Sheesh, if he's here, who's running Hell, right?"
You've got reddit on you. :P
I think it'd be amusing to see Snarf from the Thunder Cats
Alright, I made the edit, go nuts
I kinda thought "wait for my edit before posting again" was implied, but here we are. Working on it as we speak
Heads up- I'm making an edit to my latest post, because in its current state it doesn't really give y'all much to do, and it's time to get moving with your adventures.
The ghost made a sound, like it was laughing, and turned to the curtain- A light shown from it's eye, like a projector! Although it was quickly obvious what it was projecting was not an accurate representation, but more likely a projection of it's own imagination.
The projection showed that room, viewed from behind the desk, and all the recruits were running around, waving their arms, and squealing. To add further insult, they all appeared to have wet themselves, and it laughed some more as it stopped the projection.
"BLINKY!!"
Gillmore had apparently returned, and tried to sound more serious, despite the smile on her face. She hopped up, and slid down the rails to the bottom of the stairs, and mock reprimanded the ghost, wagging her finger. "No taunting juniors on their first day! That was wrong-" She stood up straight, giving a thought before continuing, "-funny, but wrong."
As if nothing was amiss, she continued, addressing them all, "No firehouse should be without a ghost! Firemen get those ridiculous dogs, afterall, every good book store has a cat, and we have- Blinky! Plus, our little mascot doesn't have to be fed, so there!" Raising a hand, as if she were whispering a secret, "Don't tell The Boss!"
One more goofy face, mocking anger (likely directed at the Station Master), and she continued, "Anyway, are you all done? Who's ready for the fun part?"
She ushered them to the stairs, "Follow the signs to the roof, bring your tests with you, if you aren't done; the training range is strictly 2 at time, so you'll have a chance to finish while you wait your turn!"
On the roof, the edges were boxed in by what appeared to be 10 foot tall glass plates! They weren't clear and clean, either; one panel opposite the door had a pair of targets painted on it, and some slight scorching in many places. Two packs were standing at a yellow-black striped line on the ground.
"OK, we start with practicing the donning and removal of a pack, as well as drawing and putting away the wand- and then I skip that, and say 'aim for the flat-top!' Hahaha! Seriously, though, don't cross the streams, you'll kill us all... But if you can spell your name on the spectral barrier, you get to meet Gregory!"
The projection showed that room, viewed from behind the desk, and all the recruits were running around, waving their arms, and squealing. To add further insult, they all appeared to have wet themselves, and it laughed some more as it stopped the projection.
"BLINKY!!"
Gillmore had apparently returned, and tried to sound more serious, despite the smile on her face. She hopped up, and slid down the rails to the bottom of the stairs, and mock reprimanded the ghost, wagging her finger. "No taunting juniors on their first day! That was wrong-" She stood up straight, giving a thought before continuing, "-funny, but wrong."
As if nothing was amiss, she continued, addressing them all, "No firehouse should be without a ghost! Firemen get those ridiculous dogs, afterall, every good book store has a cat, and we have- Blinky! Plus, our little mascot doesn't have to be fed, so there!" Raising a hand, as if she were whispering a secret, "Don't tell The Boss!"
One more goofy face, mocking anger (likely directed at the Station Master), and she continued, "Anyway, are you all done? Who's ready for the fun part?"
She ushered them to the stairs, "Follow the signs to the roof, bring your tests with you, if you aren't done; the training range is strictly 2 at time, so you'll have a chance to finish while you wait your turn!"
On the roof, the edges were boxed in by what appeared to be 10 foot tall glass plates! They weren't clear and clean, either; one panel opposite the door had a pair of targets painted on it, and some slight scorching in many places. Two packs were standing at a yellow-black striped line on the ground.
"OK, we start with practicing the donning and removal of a pack, as well as drawing and putting away the wand- and then I skip that, and say 'aim for the flat-top!' Hahaha! Seriously, though, don't cross the streams, you'll kill us all... But if you can spell your name on the spectral barrier, you get to meet Gregory!"
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Bump, any takers on this?
I don't know why I never thought of it, but I realize this idea might work better, or just plain work at all, within the world of Castlevania!
The Creature is now a unique, and fearfully powerful Night Creature, Frankenstein had somehow found the journal/book detailing the Forge Master machine from Castlevania Nocturne, which is how he gave the Creature life.
The Creature rebels, claiming the machine for himself to begin building an army to conquer the world. Victor Frankenstein has to warn people, and find someone- *anyone*- to help him stop his creation!
(No Alucard)
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