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~~~VaSheer, Surround by the mists, and brimming with life. Alastaire looked to the King's castle from high atop his dark keep. His last assault on the castle was a success at first, that was, until the King and his first wizard found that infernal spellbook deep beneath the castle. At that point the king had learned his true power, the ability to use both positive and negative magick. While he himself could only conjure positive magicks, much like the first wizard that he had once been a long time ago for the first king. Alastaire still believed this king was different, while everyone else claimed he was the king who vanished years ago. If only Alastaire could prove they were all wrong...but how? How could he...
Alastaire quickly turned and proceeded down the stairs of the tower, his dark robes flowing behind him as he moved briskly. It was so simple, he thought, he could use his positive magick to create a phantom image of the former king all he needed was the spell with which to do it, and he knew, for better or worse, right where to find such a spell.~~~
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|---July 26th---|
|----- 2K8 -----|
|-Tempe,Arizona-|
The lights flickered as the beats pounded throughout Caine's skull. He stood at the end of the bar, watching as all the silly little people danced away their cares of the previous week, alcoholic toxins running through their bodies, distorting their senses. The smells of sweat and pheromones, mixed with alcohol and puke hung in the air like stink over a cow pen. It was all rather humorous to James who was never really the social type. This wasn't his type of place, but he was here with a friend, not to mention it gave him the chance to think about things. James turned to see that his attractive female bartender had brouoght him his second drink. He never had a problem being social enouogh with the ladies, but he wasn't the type of man to approach most women, unless he got that itch. As of late he had lost the itch and he wasn't quite sure why, then again the drive hadn't been the same since Starr had left him with his dick in his hand, and forty dollars to his name.
"HEY...JEN...JEN! Can I get....UGH!" the red head said as she stepped up to the crowded bar, squeezing between Caine and his friend.
"What's your poison?" Caine's friend asked her.
she replied motioned him to lean closer so that he could hear her a little better over the blasting music. "Bacardi, Pineapple juice, and Malibu...they call it Gorilla piss in vegas."
James' friend turned to the bartender, Jen and motioned with one finger, she came to him almost instantly and asked what he'd be having. He told her the order, and to put it on his tab, and that he'd go ahead and have a couple more for him and James.
"You didn't have to buy it." the red head said with a smile.
"I wanted to, would you care to dance?"
"Mikey, you sure you can afford to be buying drinks for everyone and their mom?" James asked his friend.
"I wouldn't mind at all, just let me get-" was as far as she got as Jen brought their drinks right over. Mike, and the redhead, who ironically turned out to also be named Jennifer, took their drinks and disappeared to the dancefloor.
James watched the taller geeky white boy dance a bit, chuckling to himself, but Jennifer was smiling so apparently he wasn't doing to bad. James turned back to the bar, and called over Jen.
"What ya need sweetie?" she asked.
"Lemme get two straight shots of Seagrams, and a Jaeger bomber."
"Looking for a hangover? You haven't even finished your bacardi."
"Actually I hadn't even touched it yet... gimme a second here." James said as he grabbed the glass and looked for Mikey and Jennifer. He spotted them quickly and turned back to Jen. "You just get my drink's I'll be back in a minute." James said as he grabbed his glass and headed over to Mike. He took Mike's empty glass and replaced it with his full one.
Mike stopped dancing for a moment to look at James, slightly confused, "Not drinking?" he asked.
"Meh, I placed a different order. Have fun." caine said with a smile to him and the cute little redhead, before going back to the bar just in time to recieve his shots. "Thank-you cher." he said to Jen, as he grabbed the two shotglasses. He tapped them on the table one time before downing the shots with a straight face.
"Now there's a man who can drink. How ya feelin?" Jen asked him with a smile ignoring the customers screaming their orders at her.
"The same as when I came in."
"Don't I know you from somewhere?"
"Yea, here." Caine replied and Jen laughed before heading off to grab some other orders. James just turned his eyes back to the dance area. He was glad most of the people were inebriated and it was fairly dark, so almost no onoe recognized him. He began to slowly nod his head in tempo with the beat as he felt the alcohol slowly start to enter his thought process. 'What was he doing here, James Caine doesn't club. James Caine sits at a bar where the jukebox plays classic songs from his youth, and the sounds of balls cracking on the pool table mixes with the sound of laughter.' he thought to himself.
James was a quiet bar type, he preferred the smell of booze and friendliness as opposed to all this action and excitement, but then again he was here with two goals. Get Mike a piece, and take his mind off the epic ass whooping he was gooing to hand to little Willy Mccainish. Lately James had found that was all he really cared about anymore, and maybe that's where his itch ran away to. Maybe the fact of the matter was he preferred violence to sex. James quietly lost himself in his thoughts as he downed his Jaeger, and watched the night go by.
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~~~"I know it's...AH-HAAA, I found you." Alastaire said as mouthed the words of the spell before chanting the incantation. "Sagt die Zauberworter Simsalbimbambasaladusaladim. Sagt die Zauberworter Simsalbimbambasaladusaladim. Sagt die Zauberworter Simsalbimbambasaladusaladim." As the words were spoken aloud a person began to materialize before him, and not just any person, but the king of old. From the feet to the head, the image became material, and once the face was fully in view, Alastaire dropped his book and stumbled backwards. The face ofo the old king, was the same as that of the new king.
"H-H-How?!" Alastaire stammered.
"I....I was thinking the same thing... Who are you? Where am I?"
"my Liege..."
".....Wait a second....Alastaire. It's...It's coming back to me now....But... I left this place, I left this place for it's betterment...why have I returned?"
"I have summoned you my liege."
"For what purpose? To what ends?"
"There is a false king who...unexplainaly bears your semblance."
"That's because he is me, you fool. If I am here, then he cannot be."
"What?...this makes no sense."
"I was but a child when I took the throne, I abolished it and left to return to the world from whence I came, I left with the message that I would someday return as a different man, and so I had. I was a different man, I was older, and this place had been long forgotten to me. By summoning me here.....oh Alastaire what have you done? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" The king screamed repeatedly as Alastaire cowered in fear of his mighty king, confused without any indication of an answer. What, indeed, had he done? ~~~
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|---July 27th---|
|----- 2K8 -----|
|-Tempe,Arizona-|
"Hey Jay, we're gonna head back to my place, I'll give you a call in the morning man. ummm," Mike said as he approached James with Jennifer under his arm. He kissed her forehead, as he ordered two more drinks. "Jen, can I get two southern sweeties, and the tab? Thanks darlin."
Jen returned with the drinks then turned and grabbed the tab. She placed it on the bar before Mike, but James quickly snatched it up and handed it back to her. "I'm not finished yet, you two go on ahead and have a good time. I've got ya covered my friend."
"Yea?"
"Yea, I think I can afford it a little easier than you can."
"Probably." Mike said with a laugh. "Alright thanks man, I'll talk to ya later."
"Bye James." Jennifer said blowing him a kiss, and leaving with a smile rubbing Mike's chest.
Everything seemed to be going swell, he had accomplished everything he came to do, but suddenly there was a new feeling in his mind. Maybe it was the liqour, maybe it was nothing... No it was definately something he realized as the bar area slowly began to dissipate. Jen turned and approached the unsane one, and it came to him exactly what that something was.
"So since you're still drinking, what'll it be?" she asked him.
"You mean what do I want?" James said with a coy smile.
"Well to put it another way, yes." she said chuckling.
"Well what I want... is that bottle of Seagrams, that bottle of Jim and to know what you're doing in about a half hour." James said.
"Wow...Well to start with those bottles aren't free, and they aren't cheap...and neither am I. Not to mention I don't think you can-"
"Stop right there Cher." James said putting a finger to her lips. "There ain't a damn thing in this bar I can't afford, or handle."
"Oh really, and what makes you so special?"
"Well for starters, I've never been here before. I've been drinking all night and I'm still talking, walking and standing straight. I haven't hit on you once, any more questions?"
"You're awfully confident for a quiet guy who's stood at the corner of my bar drinkin all night." she said as she grabbed a towel and began wiping down her bar.
James answered her without missing a beat, "Yea well with what I do for a living I kinda have to be confident."
"And what do you do?"she asked as James was still nodding with the beat of the music in the background.
James smiled and knew exactly what to say without thinking about it. "Let's just say I entertain millions for millions."
Jen just stared for a moment before doing the math. "what's a rich guy doing in a little place like this? And if you're so rich why don't I...Oh my god. I just figured out...." Jen trailed off as she realized where she knew James from. James just nodded as he smiled at her, as if to say 'yup, that's me.' "I can't believe I didn't figure that out sooner..."
"So....how about those bottles and an answer?"
Jen turned and got the two bottles and brought them back to James, who stuck the seagrams in his coat pocket, and poured himself a shot of the Beam, as he waited for her answer.
"There's that, and as for what I'm doing, well I guess I'm going wherever you're going." She said with a breathtaken smile.
James just nodded as he took another straightfaced shot.
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|---July 27th---|
|----- 2K8 -----|
|-Tempe,Arizona-|
James reached foor his menthols on his nightstand. Taking one from the box he lit it, and rolled out of his bed. It was sometime in the late afternoon, and Jen was already gone. There was a note in her place that James didn't bother to read as he placed his feet on the cool tiled floor. He stood up, and scratched himself as he walked into his bathroom and emptied his bladder.
Flushing the toilet he walked to his closet and turned on his video camera, and sat down on the edge of his bed. He ashed his cigarette, and continued smoking as he looked directly into the camera.
"You probably still don't get it Willy.
You probably assume that you've got some great height and weight advantage that I haven't overcome before.
You probably prattle on in your head about how you are great and powerful.
But that's the difference between you and I.
You sit there and think about it all day, while I go ouot and prove it everywhere I go.
Whenever I feel like it.
And right now, I feel like making a nice big statement.
That statement, is your downfall...because the statement I'm gonna make is the epic beating I'm going to leave your overgrown ass with.
Not because it's going to get me the number one contendership,
But simply because I can,
And because I feel like it.
I'm going to give a new meaning to the name of the show.
Massacre this week is going to open up with a slaughterfest.
A beatdown.
A gigantic buffoon, getting his ass handed to him by the unsane one.
Do you really think you're ready for that?
Do you really think you can handle it?
Are you mentally and physically ready to be mauled...
In a One... on one environment....
By the Twiztid one?
My advice to you is to get ready becase it's going to happen,
And do you know what you can do about it willy?
There's two things.
Seeing as you'll never figure it out though... I'll go ahead and tell ya.
Nothing....
And like it.
Not because I'm that damn good...
But because I'm simply that...much....better."