[Herr D]

@TheSoupster said:

Haha! Love it! Although, perhaps ‘creeptastic’ could also apply here… A giant, immaculately shaded, disembodied brain floating about with a determined, frenzied grin on his face?

. . . I’m afraid that does capture me too. I’m just glad I have this outlet and community. I wonder if too many ideas could cause an aneurysm? How hard would it be to depict one of those in hm3–oh, @#$%^&!

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I . . . can’t work uninterrupted. My life doesn’t allow that currently. I wonder if a lack of interruptions would help my idea backlog stop growing out of control?

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@Myro said:

I like it. Especially the coin flipping effect.

Thank you. It was fun, in spite of me having been ‘used’ in a similar fashion in the past.

? You know what surprised me the most, recently? Of all the things people commented on, no one commented on my more logical take on a Wolverine-style possibility. I must be worse at predicting people than I thought.

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I get to declare that floppy ears make good paisley! KERIC! Pick 3 for the next round by virtue of your earsley creation!

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Six also has one of the more interesting backstories I’ve seen in a while.

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Good custom aura on Leo.

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Well, you’ve captured a likeness of a lot of us . . .

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“Yeah, I don’t want any trouble. –No, seriously, Ralph paid me a hundred a day to stand here and act like a spy. He has hidden cameras all over this block. It’s an art film; got the vintage trench coat secondhand down the street. –I have no idea! He paid cash.”
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*card–not sure where?

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I’d like to use Storm King armor to wash my car. That’s what I do now. In a heavy downpour, you don’t NEED a hose . . . but I can’t schedule the storms to my likiing. The blue is my favorite color anyway. I want to see your plant mage.

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Thanx, man. If you think it’s appropriate, I certainly wouldn’t mind sharing it on the blog if no one else is eulogizing. RobM’s starfield from the custom backgrounds is great.

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Robin Williams, thank you for fighting off the cold, gray fingers for as long as you did. Hairy assured me that right about the right time, “a filament within the Swift-Tuttle phenomenon glowed with a kindly and absurd reverse Doppler Shift” which I tried to depict below. I don’t know what that means, really, but I imagine Robin Williams would be proud at the thought that he caused the universe to fart in color as he left. I can just picture him again blurting out: “Oi! Does it feel good to get out of there!” in a brief reprise of ‘Genie.’

http://i1067.photobucket.com/albums/u438/jamais5/2014hm/RWSendOff_zps52e2bf77.png
You will be sorely missed, man.
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Thank you to Hairy for coming back and airing it quickly. I still don’t know what that ‘photonic counterintuitive’ part of the absurd reverse Doppler Shift really means or how the ambience looked kindly, but I did need to hear something like that at the time. Thank you to RobM for the work on the starfield. It made a fantastic base tilted just 4 degrees.

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[chapter 14 continues]
Jennifer leaned forward, sipped her wine, looking concerned. BaBUMP. BaBUMP. BaBUMP. HHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh She shook her head to clear it. Too much wine, maybe? No. I don’t believe that. “Are you okay, Tony?”
He turned and beamed at her, all at once eighty plus and a little boy just given his favorite dessert. “There’s only one thing better than resolving past issues and putting grief and uncertainty to rest, Jennifer.”
Well, you don’t SEEM to be having a heart attack. “What’s that, Tony?”
“Doing all that and having a great meal and getting rich near a pretty girl all at one time.”
Jennifer failed to hide almost looking over her shoulder for the pretty girl. Tony clutched his ponderous middle and laughed so loud it hurt Jennifer’s ears. “You are a prize; you know that, right?” said Tony, wiping his eyes with the back of his dirty hands. “And don’t even know you’re pretty? No wonder Michael hasn’t brought anyone else here.”
“What?”
“He’s a young man and doesn’t have the money to dress up nice. But the older ladies, the ones who know what they missed, they follow him with their eyes. I see this when he walks through my restaurant, and it makes me smile. If he wasn’t a distant relative I’d send him toward one of my grand-daughters. He’ll make some woman very happy. See that it’s you!“
Mike and Henri burst in and came trotting up to Tony as he leaned back in his two chairs. Henri looked, aghast, at the hole in the wall and the mess on the floor, eyes repeatedly drifting back to the cut carpet. “I will be needing three staff to guard this on the way to the safe,” Tony said, rapidly picking up each coin, studying it, and putting it back. “Go and get them.” Henri’s eyebrows went up, he nodded, turned, and left. “An’ donna forget the whipped cream on the pie!” Tony bellowed after him.
“Five minutes!” Henri’s reply was barely audible from outside the room.
Tony looked at Mike and Jennifer sternly. “Now THIS is an even bigger story. Fewer than ten people know that these doors are supposed to close next month. I’ve put all my grandchildren through college with remortgaging this place. The bank is planning to take possession in fifteen days. The paperwork is half done. I was going to rent banquet halls to continue the business and move staff to the Cafe Raison Du’ Etre as I could. The owner there, he likes me and wants some of my people. Now I don’t have to close at all.”
What? “Because of a box of coins?” Jennifer asked. He’s definitely not too young to go senile.
“These are gold Double Eagles. Very good condition. They were worth twenty dollars when minted. Most of these fetch ten thousand dollars apiece. The 1933 is illegal to own.”
Jennifer choked, “Illegal?”
Tony smiled. “None of these are 1933. Doesn’t look like there’s a complete set either. But this is enough to get me out of debt and then some. The 1933’s not destroyed were stolen from the U. S. mint long ago. My banker will be very happy to get these. He loves the rare coins, he does. And this is the largest number found at one time in a good many years. The bootleggers must have been using this stop for moving money, too.”
[chapter 14 continued next block]

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Chapter 14: Testimonials

Mike sprang up and went to the camera. He very carefully did not move it as he looked through the viewer. He walked back into view of the camera slowly, picking up a chair and placing it right in front of the hole in the wall. Tony, getting up from the two chairs he’d dined in, went up to him and handed him a pair of silver bread tongs and his own cloth napkin. Mike half-turned to the camera. “This box, as it may contain stolen property, I am moving with permission of the owner of the building only for the purposes of discovering its contents. As you can see from this non-digital footage, we worked out the placement of this hiding place and broke into it with no knowledge of the small box I am removing.” He turned back and bent forward. He stepped onto the chair. He put one foot against the rickety crates, gingerly testing his weight, and stuck the handle of the bread tongs under the smaller box. He lifted. His surprised expression was visible in profile to Jennifer as the tongs bent under the weight of the box. He turned to Tony. “Help me with this.”
Tony took the tongs, tossed them on the floor, grabbed Mike’s waistband, and nodded. Mike, looking a little surprised, carefully lifted the surprisingly heavy box and slowly bent to pull himself past the broken mortar shards still sticking out of the wall. He handed the box to Tony, who obviously strained to hold it at shoulder height till Mike jumped down from the chair and took it back. Mike lowered it down to the chair and moved Tony’s two chairs to behind Tony. Tony sagged into them and pulled out a screwdriver. He pried up the lid. He stared openly down into the box. “I would never have guessed in all my life that this was here.” He looked up suddenly at the camera. “I, Antonio Roberto Olmec Machiavelli, have the full intention of obeying all laws of America and all its jurisdictions. For that reason I am going to examine each and every one of these coins to make sure that none of them is dated 1933.”
“Why does the date matter?” said Mike, stepping forward.
“How much time is left on the tape?” said Tony.
“About an hour.”
“Run go get Henri. Bring him right in here. Right now.”
Mike hesitated, but Jennifer could only just tell. He dashed off, hurtling the camera cord, knocking over the closest screen.
[to be continued]

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Are you looking for hybrid characters, hybrid stories, or you just mean you have more than one genre represented in your company? PM me with any specific request you have. I’m a better writer than artist, and contribute both media frequently to my friend Hairy on his blog. He’s ‘away’ right now, so I’d love to hear from you.

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OKAY! NO MORE SLEEPING ON THE JOB! Let’s try the same three items from post 323. Cutoff is 8/15, noon EST, I’ll judge 8/16.

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