A Texan Comes To Visit

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lake_wrangler wrote: What's truly frightening, is seeing a bush guard on a transport truck... :shock:
That's not a bush guard, that's a pedestrian guard....can't have the nasty pedestrians breaking headlights or making a mess when they get in the way.

Funniest thing is my daughter's Land-Rover has one of those silly things. I keep asking her if she has to hose the mess off it on a regular basis considering she drives in the City - and she invariably calls me something rude. :)
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lake_wrangler wrote:HA! I love that bit about Ari... and her admission that she didn't stalk only the customers... :D
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Just Old Al wrote:
lake_wrangler wrote:What's truly frightening, is seeing a bush guard on a transport truck... :shock:
That's not a bush guard, that's a pedestrian guard....can't have the nasty pedestrians breaking headlights or making a mess when they get in the way.
If you count four-legged pedestrians . . .

In Australia they're called 'roo bars . . . up here they're bull bars . . . and they (especially in western Canada) prevent disabled trucks when a bull moose decides to dispute right-of-way with a truck.

Yes, the bull moose will attack trucks, especially if the driver is so injudicous as to blow the horn.

Elk, deer, kangaroos, free-range stock and other large critters running into the road and freezing in place are quite bad enough.
Just Old Al wrote:Funniest thing is my daughter's Land-Rover has one of those silly things. I keep asking her if she has to hose the mess off it on a regular basis considering she drives in the City - and she invariably calls me something rude. :)
In that case it's just a fashion, and therefore silly.

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Just Old Al wrote:Funniest thing is my daughter's Land-Rover has one of those silly things. I keep asking her if she has to hose the mess off it on a regular basis considering she drives in the City - and she invariably calls me something rude. :)
In that case it's just a fashion, and therefore silly.

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Yes, and it came on the truck, and I'm not going to the effort of repairing the cutouts in the front-end trim to remove it.

A brush/roo bar on anything that lives in metropolitain areas is ludicrous on a good day and nothing but a fashion statement.
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FreeFlier wrote:
Just Old Al wrote:Funniest thing is my daughter's Land-Rover has one of those silly things. I keep asking her if she has to hose the mess off it on a regular basis considering she drives in the City - and she invariably calls me something rude. :)
In that case it's just a fashion, and therefore silly.
In a universe which contains things like LED-illuminated spinning hubcaps, a brush guard on a city car barely makes the silly-meter needle twitch at all.

If you want to be silly (or at least make a statement) buy one without a grill, then weld a bunch of triangular steel blades to the two horizontal bars, and paint them white to resemble shark's teeth.

Expect to have issues with your vehicle liability insurance rates if you do this, though.
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Dave wrote:If you want to be silly (or at least make a statement) buy one without a grill, then weld a bunch of triangular steel blades to the two horizontal bars, and paint them white to resemble shark's teeth.

Expect to have issues with your vehicle liability insurance rates if you do this, though.
Been done. Friend of mine replaced the grille on a Range Rover with black steel mesh and welded stainless-steel triangles to it.

Quite a sight coming down the road - very Mad Max.
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Speaking of equipment on hoods... this bumper jack is well under line-of-sight, but there are alleged reports of the paranoid calling police to report vehicles like this as carrying assault weapons.
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Well, I suppose that if you swing it hard enough... :twisted:

Once you've taken the time to undo the butterfly nuts, that is... :roll:
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Dave wrote:
lake_wrangler wrote:HA! I love that bit about Ari... and her admission that she didn't stalk only the customers... :D
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Dave wrote:
FreeFlier wrote:
Just Old Al wrote:Funniest thing is my daughter's Land-Rover has one of those silly things. I keep asking her if she has to hose the mess off it on a regular basis considering she drives in the City - and she invariably calls me something rude. :)
In that case it's just a fashion, and therefore silly.
In a universe which contains things like LED-illuminated spinning hubcaps, a brush guard on a city car barely makes the silly-meter needle twitch at all.

If you want to be silly (or at least make a statement) buy one without a grill, then weld a bunch of triangular steel blades to the two horizontal bars, and paint them white to resemble shark's teeth.

Expect to have issues with your vehicle liability insurance rates if you do this, though.
Only if you don't lay them flat to the grill.

You can actually buy kits like that.

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Dave wrote:
lake_wrangler wrote:HA! I love that bit about Ari... and her admission that she didn't stalk only the customers... :D
"Devil or angel, I can't make up my mind..."
51% angel, 49% devil - don't push your luck.
Just Old Al wrote:A brush/roo bar on anything that lives in metropolitain areas is ludicrous on a good day and nothing but a fashion statement.
The large majority of SUVs and pickups in metropolitan area are ludicrous on a good day and nothing but a fashion statement.

(That said, there are people who legitimately need that sort of vehicle in the metropolitan area; and other people who go out of the metropolitan area and have similar needs often enough to make owning one more practical than owning a more urban vehicle and renting/borrowing the large vehicle at need - and lack either the means or the space to own one of each.)
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Basic rule: Nothing says poser like a civilian Hummer.

I've never seen a civilian Hummer further off road than a gravel parking lot.

Around here, spider trucks are the hot thing for serious off-roading . . . Image

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Dave wrote:
lake_wrangler wrote:HA! I love that bit about Ari... and her admission that she didn't stalk only the customers... :D
"Devil or angel, I can't make up my mind..."
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Chapter 5 – Reinforcements And Complications

Al’s phone rang. Expecting it was going to be Smokey reporting his presence, he was surprised to see that it was his partner and blood brother, Greg.

“Briggs, would you mind if I took this? It’s my business partner – when he calls he has a good reason for it, in the main.”

“Please do. Ah am gonna sit here and enjoy mah beer.”

Al stepped over toward the fireplace and pressed accept.

“Hey, old man. Tried to get you at 2 – I’m there now – you’re home early. What’s up?”

“Thank the Gods, Greg – I need your help. I’m in the middle of a Mundane 1 here – got a non-para-aware on site. Worse, it’s Smokey’s uncle. Any chance I can get you and Annie to come to dinner?”

Greg paused – it was unusual for Al to come to a point like this without at least a few preliminary insults. He answered, coming to the point as well.

“I don’t see a problem – let me blip home and get cleaned up and pick her up, and we can be there in 20 minutes.”


“Sooner if you can – and OHBUGGER I just thought of something. When you pop in go to the garage, grab one or another of the lorries or some other conveyance, and drive up to the front of the house. I need your appearance to be completely normal, remember?”

“OK, story is we’re in the area and were out of the plant today talking to a vendor – and we got back and found you gone. We ‘need to talk business’ or I wouldn’t have invaded your dinner. How’s that sound?”

“Fantastic. Object of the game here is that we are not – repeat NOT – to leave Briggs and Smokey in the room alone. Escort at all times.”

“Al, what the hell’s going on? This sounds serious.”

“Smokey figures Briggs is here to push him hard to come back to Texas and rejoin the family firm – and Smokey wants none of it. He likes it here for some reason. You on with this, mate?”

“Sure. Not a problem. See you in 20.”

Al hung up, relieved that he’d have another mundane to deal with when it came to the para shuffle. Moving back toward the alcove, he was pleased to see that Smokey was there – and that the love of his life had joined them as well, likely at the same time that Smokey had arrived.

Briggs was looking relaxed and quite comfortable. His second beer, and Smokey’s first sat in front of them and the three were chatting amiably, Daisy sipping a glass of red wine before dinner as was her usual habit.

Al’s intellect, as always when confronted by his dam, dropped into neutral then began to move again as he came over and bent to give her a big hug. She returned the affection, and he sat in his corner of the couch, in front of his now-watered ginger ale.

“Looks like we’ve two more for dinner, dear. Greg tried to catch me out at the plant after getting back from the vendor visit and missed me. He and Annie are going to meet us out here – they’re on their way from Minnetonka.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem – but you need to let Rosalita know. You have to deal with Edward on the issue we discussed earlier today – might be a good time to catch him before dinner too – out by the memory garden.”

AH. Yes. The memory garden – and its denizen. In the rush Al had forgotten – he needed to go out and warn off the dryad. With her sense of humor some Puck action might be in the offing unless Al warned her off – and he hoped she would take “Hades, PLEASE No!” for an answer.

Somehow, he doubted it, but he had to try.

“Smokey, Briggs – I’m afraid I have to leave you again for a few minutes. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be back in a bit then we can have dinner when my partner arrives.”

The two men, mollified by the charming presence of their hostess assented, and Al moved off through the kitchen. His first stop – Rosalita – was his easiest.

“Rosalita, mi amor, we’re going to have two more for dinner. Will this be an issue?”

She turned to him and smiled, her features reddened by the heat of the kitchen. “Not at all. When you have guests in I always plan for extras, as that’s usually what happens. Who’s coming in, and do they have any food allergies?”

“It’s Greg and Annie, and neither has allergies I’d know of for food, so you’re fine. What are we having?”

“I decided to do a roast with the trimmings – easy to serve, easy to please, and the Señora as usual is having the vegetarian substitute.”

“Very good. You are a wonder. I don’t know how we’d survive without you.”

She giggled, then curtsied, the movements incongruous in the kitchen. “Señor, if things stay as interesting as they are, you need never worry about finding out. Now go on – you have guests!” She giggled again, and turned back to her work.

That said, Al ducked out the back door toward the memory garden for what he hoped was going to be a simple conversation – but he knew better.

Walking up the path, he wondered to himself the approach that he was going to have to take. Ialin was a staunch companion, but she shared the trickster tendencies of the elves – witness the roses in the borders of the memory garden.

I love her dearly, but I don’t trust her as far as I can throw Clara, he thought.

So, how to get what he wanted? Pleading might work, but then again no guarantees. Ordering a dryad? Ehhhhhhh…no. Not going to work. She’d laugh at Command Voice.

Seems a plain, simple request was the order of the day. OK, pleading it is.

Walking into the memory garden, Al sat on one of the fantastic benches crafted by Eme and called out.

“Ialin! Ialin, are you here?”

“Where else would I be, silly!” came a voice from two inches behind his left ear. Al started, turned around and faced his tormentor, who was in her dryad form. She giggled, and came around the bench to sit companionably next to Al (though he noticed she didn’t quite touch the bench, at that).

Al came straight to the point. “Ialin, dear, I desperately need a favor.”

Ialin pouted. “You never come and visit unless you want something!” She then laughed, the false mood wiped away. “What can I do for you, my friend?”

“I need you and anything paranormal-looking to stay away from the house for the next day or two.”

“I am intrigued. Do tell – why?”

Al realized then and there that he was in trouble. What he’d been hoping for was “Of course!” or “Of course, why?” not “Please explain.”

Oh, dear.

“We have a paranormal-unaware human on the premises. If he sees anything we’re going to have to get MIB in – and you know what that means. Memory modification, and the poor man doesn’t deserve that.

I need you, and anything appearing even vaguely paranormal to stay away from him – this way we can get him in and out and on his way without having to deal with the issue.

No dryad, no pixie – I’m not sure which would confuse him more! Please, dear – I need your help on this. Nothing paranormal-looking…let the poor man keep his ignorance.”

“Well, Al…if this is the way you feel about it…I guess we can stay away. I’ll make sure nothing paranormal shows up, though I’d love to meet him.”

Al shuddered. “Dear, it would not be a good idea. He’s had no contact with the paranormal at all – and that kind of a trip down the rabbit hole might be bad for him. He’s not a young man, and it just wouldn’t be good for him.”

“You never let me have any fun!” The pout was back.

“Dear, I appreciate you greatly. However, this gentleman does not impress me as being flexible enough to calmly accept the existence of the wonders you know – and I have learned of over the past few years. He needs to keep his ignorance and see nothing paranormal.”

“Very well, then. I’ll keep anything paranormal from showing up on your doorstep. Count on me for that.”

Al was relieved. That had gone better than he’d hoped.

“Thank you, Ialin – I need to return – but I will come back and spend some time when our visitor is gone.”

With that, Al rose and left, and Ialin perched on the bench, a pensive look on her features.

Well, he did say nothing ‘paranormal-looking’, not ‘paranormal’. After all, the centaurs are already there and playing at human. Hmmmmm…
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Chapter 6 – Complications Arise

Hurrying back into the kitchen, Al ran into Rosalita and Edward.

“Has Greg made it in with Annie yet?”

“Yes, they arrived a few minutes ago – I am fetching their drinks. I will bring you in a replacement for yours as well - collected it on my last trip through.”

“Fine – very good. How’s the mood of the room – any issue with Briggs?”

“None whatsoever, Milord.” Edward snickered quietly, then returned to the status report. “The elder Mr. Stratton seems completely at home and is enjoying the company of his nephew and the Mistress, and was just getting acquainted with the Sergeant and Mrs. Howard.”

“Any more incidents?”

“None. Miss Atsali was warned down and is practicing elsewhere. Young Master Alexander and his wife have also been warned – a regrettable oversight – and will either stay clear or remain in human depending on what circumstances require.”

“Are they planning on dropping by?”

“Only if requested.”

“Good.” Al headed back for the great room, bitterly regretting his charitable impulses. This was getting entirely too complex for his taste.

Re-entering the great room he headed over to the conversation group, which was getting busy. Briggs, Smokey, Daisy, Greg and Annie filled the group, and the laughter and smiles were heartening. Smokey, smiling and relaxing, chatted with Daisy, and Greg was in raconteur’s mode and exercising his medicine-purveyor skills by holding Briggs captivated with marginally-plausible but very funny stories.

At the moment he was in fine form, describing fitting John Smith for the .500 S&W pistol.

“This guy – a friend of ours – is nearly seven feet tall and has hands that make me look like a 12-year-old. He hunts grizzlies and Kodiaks in Alaska – and he literally couldn’t find a pistol to fit him. So he came to us, and as I’m the gunsmith of the team I took it in hand.

I got him a revolver chambered in .500 Smith, and we..”

“Waitaminute. Did y’all say Five Hundred Smith? As in point five hundred?”

“Yessir. Half-inch-diameter slug, in a revolver. John is a BIG man, and none of it is fat. To him, that revolver is a little undersized, but he can live with it. He literally can’t fire my .45 as his hands are too big to fit it properly. He can palm a .38 snubnose revolver and I’ve seen him do it.

So, he came out to my shop in the Okanogan, and we fitted it with a set of custom handgrips fitted to his hands. The grips made the pistol look SMALL.

Once that was done, we went out to my range and he got to play. 5 shots downrange, and my neighbor a half-mile away down the hill called the police – she thought something blew up on my property.

I took off my hearing protectors and all I could hear was ‘DAMN YOU GREG HOWARD!’ and a lot of words you wouldn’t find a polite dictionary on top of that. Joyce was NOT happy with me.”

“Damn, son – caint say I blame ‘er. Whut happened when the sheriff showed up?”

What do you think? First thing he wanted was to try it! Now, he’s a big man as well, being over six feet and not scrawny…”

While the group was enjoying Greg’s raconteur skills, chaos was approaching the back door.

There was a knock at the back door, and Rosalita hurriedly wiped her hands and went to open it. A young woman stood there – tall, willowy, with long black hair and striking blue eyes. Dressed in flowing pants and a loose long-sleeved blouse in muted lavender tones, the only incongruous note was a pair of heavy treaded boots that peeked out under the legs of the pants.

“Can I help you, señorita?” How did this woman get on the property?

“Rosalita – it’s me. Ialin.”

Rosalita had a sudden sense of foreboding and hurriedly crossed herself. “Señorita Ialin! Señor Al and Señora Daisy are not going to be happy with you being here. There is someone in the house that does not know what we know…”

“Rosalita, it will be fine. I look like a perfectly normal human – Al told me that nothing that LOOKED paranormal was to come near the house. I don’t look paranormal, do I?”

“Well, no, Señorita, you don’t…but Señor Al was most adamant…”

“It will be fine. I’m just going to drop in for dinner, then I’ll be back off to the willows. I just want to meet this gentleman. As Al says, ‘No harm, no foul’.

Now, for dinner, can I get you to fix me a salad – strictly vegan and organic, with no animal products and a little oil and vinegar dressing? That and a cup of tea would be perfect for me, if you can.”

“Si, I can do that, but really, you shouldn’t be here…”

“Rosalita – it will be fine. What could go wrong?” With that Ialin breezed through the kitchen, past the still feebly protesting Rosalita, and headed for the great room.

To say that Ialin made an entrance to the great room was an understatement.

Walking in through the double doors she proclaimed brightly “Hi, everybody! Got done early and figured I could make dinner – hope it’s not a problem!” With that, and past the stunned stares of Al and Daisy, she walked over to Greg and held out her hand. “HI – I’m Ialin. Never had a chance to meet you, you being on the other side of the country and all!”

She shook Greg’s hand – a reflex on Greg’s part as he was stunned. With that, she turned to the redhead next to him and said, “And you must be Annie!”

Bestowing a hug on Greg’s bemused bride, she then turned to Smokey and held her hand out again. “Smokey – great to see you again!”

Confused and verging on a panic attack, Smokey took her hand like a man in a trance. They shook, and she said “And who is this distinguished gentleman?”

Finally finding his voice, Smokey said “Well, Miss Ialin, this here’s mah Uncle Briggs. Uncle Briggs, this here’s Miss Ialin.”

Briggs, ever the courtly gentleman, rose from his chair and held out his hand. “Miss, Ah’m pleased to meet ya. Briggs Stratton, at yer service.”

“Mr. Stratton, I’m so pleased to meet you. I’m Ialin Dryad.”

“Dryad, miss? Kinda odd last name – at least in my parts.”

“Kind of odd anywhere, Mr. Stratton. My folks were…hippies. When they did the “legal binding’ thing before I was born, they decided it was an ‘oppressive dominance’ for either of them to take the other’s name. So, they flipped through a bunch of books and the name ‘Dryad’ is what they came up with. I’m used to it.

If you want to meet odd, I can call my…sisters. They still embrace Mom and Dad’s lifestyle – they’re old-school hippies.”

On hearing that Al blanched, as did his bride. Both of them knew very well the ‘sisters’ that Ialin was referring to – the half-elf sisters Emerauld and Safyr. He looked at Ialin and shook his head rapidly side to side. Nononononono…PLEASE No!

Ialin went on, smoothly, completely aware of the panic attack she’d just handed the elderly couple on the couch. “I’d better not – they’d take a while to get here, and dinner would be long over. Anyway, I don’t want to impose on Al’s hospitality even more than I already do.”

Briggs was utterly smitten. This bright, beautiful young woman was a breath of fresh air after a long, tiring day of happenstance and swings. With that, he again took her hand, and bowing low over it, kissed the back lightly.

Straightening again, he said ”Miss, please call me Briggs. Alla mah friends do.”

Ialin goggled – this was completely unexpected. “Briggs, please feel free to call me Ialin. All my friends do.”

Briggs again found his voice. “So, Ialin, whut is it yew do here? Yew a member of the family, or yew a visiter lahk me?” Briggs at his most courtly had an accent that could curdle milk, Al thought bemusedly – one of the few thoughts to escape the hamster-wheel panic of his current set of thoughts.

“Oh, I’m a botanist.”

Suddenly, Al choked on his ginger ale. As the coughing and wheezing continued, Daisy pounded his back until he could breathe again. When silence fell, Ialin continued.

“Al and Miss Rosalynd are nice enough to let me set up on the grounds of the estate for my studies of Lake Independence and the surrounding ecology. I work for the University” carefully not mentioning which University “and they sponsor my work here.

Thirty years or so ago, there was a massive phosphate spill into Lake Independence cause by one of the local property owners – he was VERY sloppy and managed to badly contaminate the lake. While the spill was cleaned up, there were a lot of lingering issues.”

“Such as?”

“Well, for one thing there’s ground subsidence – the main tower in the old house almost fell because of it.”

“Seriously?”

Al, brain finally re-engaging, spoke up. “Yes. The tower as originally constructed was undermined by the phosphate incursion into the groundwater and actually collapsed – thankfully after we’d emptied and salvaged out a good part of it.”

He and Daisy exchanged looks – they remembered that altogether too well.

Ialin began again. “The eutrophication of the water by the massive addition of the phosphates was of course the biggest..”

At that point, Edward entered the room, and intoned “Dinner is served in the dining room. This way, please.”

Al stood, and offering his arm to Daisy, led the way toward the dining room. Greg, seeing Al being formal, offered his arm to Annie, who accepted it gracefully.

Briggs, rising from his seat, held out his hand to Ialin and asked, “May I escort yew to dinner?”

Giggling, Ialin said, “Yes, sir, you may.” She put her hand on his arm and they walked toward the dining room, with a confused and nearly panic-stricken Smokey in tow.

Well, things could be worse. Briggs is certainly not nosing around, or harassing Smokey. However, I wonder what he thinks of his dinner companion.

Dinner so far had been a rousing success. Rosalita had performed her usual virtuoso performance with roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, various vegetables and home-baked rolls coupled with whipped butter. For those eschewing the Yorkshire pudding she also had baked potatoes with various toppings.

Al scanned the table as he ate. Greg, of course, had gone for both options, slathering the Yorkshire pudding with gravy and topping the baked potato with bacon, sour cream and butter. As he worked his way through his plate he maintained a lively conversation with Smokey on various subjects, staying carefully away from the subject of his uncle lest his blood pressure finally cause him to explode.

Speaking of his uncle, Briggs’ dinner was disappearing at a much slower rate, as he and his dinner partner chatted. Ialin skillfully said little of consequence, instead pumping Briggs for information about his home, family and friends.

Finally, he sighed, pushed away his empty plate and settled back in his chair as the others around the table did the same. “Miss Ialin, I have never felt so to home in a place as I have here with y’all. Al, Miss Rosalynd, thanks fer takin’ an old man in when y’all had no reason to.”

Daisy spoke, her feelings sincere despite the tension of the paranormal unicorn in the room. “Briggs, you are more than welcome. I’m so glad Al invited you to spend the evening with us instead of letting you go back to that awful hotel room. It’s a pleasure to get to know you, and to get to know Smokey better as well.”

Throwing caution to the wind in the convivial moment, Al asked, “Once we get your Cadillac repaired – and that should be noon tomorrow – what are your plans now that you’ve found Smokey?”

Briggs pursed his lips, thought for a second or two, then answered slowly. “Waaaaaallllll, thass all up to mah nephew here. He and I need to have a talk. Sad to say, things weren’t left in a good state when he and I last crossed paths – and some things need ta get settled.”

The room went still. Smokey, draining the last of his beer for courage, said “Now, uncle, y’know I live up here now…”

“Nephew, hush. What I got ta say ain’t fer strangers – pardon all – but fer you and me as kin. We’ll talk later – ah’m sure Al and Miss Rosalynd would lend us a place ta do that.”

Damnit, damnit, DAMNIT! That didn’t work. All, chagrined that his probing tactic had backfired so spectacularly, looked at Smokey and shrugged slightly. Smokey sighed resignedly, as he knew he’d never have escaped this particular conversation, and accepted Al’s tacit non-verbal apology.

The mood was broken as the housemaids came in to clear the table, and Edward wheeled in the drinks cart. Brandy and coffee were served, and dessert (a sumptuous chocolate layer cake, or apple pie – and a baked apple compote for Ialin – strictly vegan) had people again contemplating their plates instead of the silence in the room. The conversations resumed, this time with Ialin sitting back and allowing others to converse with Briggs.
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Yep, Al was too vague, there. And he didn't even catch on. Always be very specific, when dealing with Fae, or any other paranormal, I guess...

That's why in Tales of the Questor, Quentyn Quinn made sure to speak in Latin when dealing with the Fae , to avoid any miscommunication or mistranslation possible.
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I wonder if the Fae speak Lojban?
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The elvish sense of humor . . .

. . .

At least they're not dealing with . . . certain others . . . that like to think they have a sense of humor.

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FreeFlier wrote:The elvish sense of humor . . .

. . .

At least they're not dealing with . . . certain others . . . that like to think they have a sense of humor.

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lake_wrangler wrote:It used to be that one could take solace in the fact that castles do not move... until part of one castle's consciousness was found in Paris, that is...
Which should have surprised no one. Agatha is, after all, The Heterodyne, so naturally the castle would have to attend to her closely.

It could even have implanted a portion of its mechanism and sentience in her brain, to stay close to her... the "Castle's in the Heir" principle.

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