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When you uninstall Outlook it never removes your e-mails (unless you ask it too). They should all be located in the C:\Documents and Settings\HP_Administrator\Local Settings\Application Data\Identities\{D190EE07-1887-4595-8F62-6253314288D2}\Microsoft\Outlook Express
The HP_Administrator will be whatever your bosses login name is. So if he just uses administrator then replace the HP_admin~ with Administrator.
Also the crazy letters and numbers {D190EE07-1887-459... will be diffrent on your computer also. So your best bet in finding his outlook folder is to just manly navigate to it.
Open explorer go to c:\Documents and Settings\ click on the folder with his username. Go through these folders.. Local Settings\Application Data\Identities\ then click on one of the folders with weird numbers (theirs probably allot since you guys installed outlook a few times) but you can make sure what one is the real one by viewing the folder's file size. You said he had allot of e-mails marked back in 2001 so this means his folder is probably going to be huge. Probably in the gig range. So check all folders and find the one with the biggest number. Inside you will see .dbx files. These (I think) can be imported into firebird. If not then just install outlook again and move these files into the new outlook folder and you should see all the e-mail show up in the program next time you load it.
Hope this helps.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/6187358.stm

Watching the initial frames of the first episode made me wonder 'goddamn, this kid's annoying and if he's going to play an integral part of the series, I'll be damned' X'D but I was proven wrong. I was not annoyed by his character, moreso, at the thought that the series had a 'kiddy' element to it.
I'd have to say it's an excellent series and shows Zeon in a slightly different perspective, we're riding their story. The opening scenes with the Zeon suits is really sweet hehe and they decipate the Federation suits, ending battle is also pretty good between the Zaku and the Gundam. All in all, a good story and not just senseless fighting in super suits.
How do you guys rate this series ?

Hope you guys like them. I still think that there's is something missing with the Full Metal one but yeah. What do you think?

Here are some fresh new sigs I've made within the last few weeks. The last one I made just tonight after watching V for Vendetta again. Anyway, hope you like them, and as always, you wanna use, just ask.

well, there's this band i support whose name is Parental Advisory. i follow them to shows, support them, and promote in addition to taking LOTS of piccies =3 so i finally did something constructive with the pictures
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7wYVWijQ38
im proud considering this is my first video using microsoft movie maker. whatcha think? =3

Thanks guys
Any tips for improvement ?
I haven't been able to shade the hair or finish the uniform because of the pencil shading ... with more than 2-3 colors on the uniform, it makes it difficult to separate them, and they shouldn't merge with the color / shade his hair would take >_> I thought it would ruin it and before I could come up with a solution, my brain and fingers gave up on me ... like all those French soccer fans and their hopes for their home side to win, once Zidane was sent off with the Red Card X'D.

Nice art, and even liked the informative page / tutorial you made on how to shade / color differently the edges of the character's hair .

No link, email from professor.

Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, I give you...the first chapter of the next Forum wars installment. Sorry for taking so long, but this is all I have so far. I hope you enjoy this tasty teaser.
Forum Wars Episode 3- Revenge of the Cracked Rhino

About 1 year ago within the wires and cables of DSL, there lived a land of prosper and peace, spam and viruses. This mighty land was known to all as...The World Wide Web, or WWW for short.

During this time, there lived a colony of peaceful going citizens within the Forum Land. These Forumers were known as the members of AC, hot-wired Big Wheelers hooked on the AC gas. These members of Forum Land roamed the World Wide Web for years. They ranted and orangekreiged under the watchful eyes of King Sledgstone and Queen Ladywriter.

Last Time on Forum Wars:

CGRH and Darth O’Malley were at each other’s throats, continuing to fight with such malicious tactics. The resonating plasma from the Bad Post Reporters were slashed everywhere as the fight for survival continued to unfurl.

“Should we help him?” Sabe asked.

“Yeah, it looks like he needs help,” BlitzZ agreed.

“Nah, that will just ruin the moment,” GFX said.

Suddenly, CGRH knocked the Bad Post Reporter out of Darth O’Malley’s hand.

“Oh, crap,” O’Malley said.

“This is the end for you, Darth O’Malley,” CGRH replied, swinging the sword straight through his neck, decapitating his head.

“Adios, bastard. Adios.”

“A little too mellow-dramatic, are we?” GFX asked.

“Can it, GFX!”

“All right,” Strider Hiryu said, “we managed to stop all the Clones, and psychotic freak here beheaded Darth O’Malley.”

“Thank you,” CGRH said.

“Wait, where’s King Sledgstone?” Dubird asked.

“And what about DX and Saiel?” Cabbit Girl wondered.

“I’ll give you two guesses, but you’re only going to need one,” Dubird replied.

* * *

Sledge was on the ground, trapped in a corner, with Lord Ridic Ulous in front of him, Trojan Virus Gatlin gun pointed right in his face.

“So much for King Sledgstone, huh, my friend?” Lord Ridic Ulous asked. All Sledgstone could do was inhale and exhale. No words could form. “Oh, well, now it your time to die…”

Then, the other warriors stormed in to find Lord Ridic Ulous about to kill King Sledgstone. When Lord Ridic Ulous turned the gun and himself around, it was all they could do but gasp.

“SON OF A BITCH!” GFX yelled.

“SON OF A BITCH!” BlitzZ gasped.

“MADRE de DIOS!” CGRH called.

With that, everyone looked at CGRH with confusion written all over his or her faces in blue ink.

“What?”

“You know,” GRX said, “that really doesn’t mean son of a bitch in Spanish.”

“Oh well. So what?”

“ENOUGH!” yelled Lord Ridic Ulous. However, under all that confusion, Sledge had gotten up and retrieved his sword. Just when he said, “Now before I kill your leader, I’ll kill all of you!” the sword was plunged into his heart, ending his rule.

“Well, at least we’re not a captain’s crew,” Sledge said.

“Why do you say that?” Vincent asked.

“Because if Columbus had this crew, the world would still be flat.”

***










Chapter 1: Turmoil



For a long while, after the destruction of the phpBB’s great fortress of non-happy fun time bad-ness, the Ancient Clan, or AC, lived in great turmoil. Now, they were back to where they started: a ruined kingdom with no server, no control, and on the verge of bankruptcy. All was destruction and chaos within the kingdom. Noobs ran around amuck with no rules to regulate their actions, and previous members, who were banned because of their stupidity, abused the system yet again. There were double posts, flame wars, triple posts, flame wars, and the most horrible of all…pornographic material…and more than triple posts. And the worst part of it all is…no one could stop them.

“Damn it!” yelled Sledgestone, as he pounded the table his comrades were sitting at. Things had gotten so out of control, Sledge decided to have a secret meeting with the original heroes of AC. It was all DX, GRX, or even GFX could do to calm their great ruler down. Not even the soft-spoken words of Queen Lady could cool his anger. Not to mention, the table wasn’t hard enough to hold such fierce pressure, and it broke into pieces.

“CRAAAAAP! Damn it, damn it, damn it…this is so damn stupid. Not even a freakin’ table can hold my anger. Damn it all! Damn it, damn it, damn it…”

“OMFG, guys,” GFX said as he stared at the now angry-chibi styled Sledge, the once cool-headed man they all knew and grew to accept as their ruler, who now has seemed to snap. “We have to figure out how to keep this madness within the Forum under control, and a tranquilizer gun for our cap here.”

“Well, the only way we can do that is if we got a new server to establish boundaries again,” Lady replied, “and I don’t think cyber-tranquilizers are on sale anyway. Not even eBay has those.”

“Woooooah…” the other three replied, “eBay doesn’t have cyber-tranquilizers!” It was all they could do to keep themselves from fainting under such nonsense.

“Oh great,” GRX said, “now there is no hope unless we do find a new server.”

“But with the destruction of the search program we had on the website, the only way we could ever get a new server is with one were to ominously appear right on our front doorstep and knock on the castle drawbridge,” DX exclaimed.

They then waited for about 5 minutes, but nothing happened.

“Oh well, it was worth a shot,” DX said, “I mean, it always works in the other stories.”

“Wait, there is another way,” Sledge said. The others did not even realize that he had gotten back under control, and they all jumped a few feet, but soon got back to their senses. “There is another part of this website no one knows about and we can use to find our new server.”

“Another part?” DX asked.

“Yes, and it was kept secret so it could not be touched by the wrong hands, for if used wrongly could mean the destruction of the Forum World itself. It was kept under our watch since no one would ever dare look here with our recent victories.”

“What is this place called, sir?” GFX asked.

“An area like no other. An area that could make the difference between being a man and a boy once you step inside. It is an area where no normal boundaries are set. It is where time is no obstacle, mind is no boundary, and all your wildest nightmares come true.”

“How could such a place exist?” GRX wondered.

“For the sole purpose of destruction. It was a prototype created by our first attempt of making a Forum World, but so much chaos broke out and all rules were broken that the project was immediately shut down and the world was sealed away, with all inhabitants still consumed by its darkness.”

“You locked them away? Why?” DX asked, but Sledge knew they were all wondering. Paranoia grew in their minds as they became more confused of this heinous feat.

“It was soon learned that the more time you spent in this world, the more your soul became tainted in a pool of sin. When our first members signed aboard, they were just your average people. But then, after a year or two, chaos began to ensue. The members began to make weird comments, and topics of oddity and injustice began popping up. Then, flame wars ceased. Their typing became more accurate. Plus, a couple of experts started decoding some of the messages that made no sense to us at all, and found them to be coded battle plans within the posts.”

The whole entire group, even Lady, began to become pale.

“However, we finally found out what happened. All of the members’ computers had been found with a virus. This virus was spread to all the members by the server, and we believe all the members got it when they logged on to the website. Now, these members are all nothing but mere zombies, controlled by this dangerous program within the old Forum.”

“Damn it, what is this place?” GFX asked. “What kind of world can be like this?”

“Only one,” replied Sledge. “Twilight Ancient Clan.”

The room became silent as the heroes tried to make sense of what they were just told. A world of zombified members. All controlled by the original server. Probably planning to attack a forum at anytime. And instead of it being destroyed, it was kept within boundaries for whatever reason. It was crazy.

“So,” GRX complied, “you want us to enter the Forum of hell and use the search program they have to find a new server for us so we can get this place under control.”

“In a nutshell, yes,” said Sledge, “and that was a great summary. Except, it can’t be all of you…”

“Um, say what?” GFX WTF’d.

“Well, we can’t risk all of you getting lost in the program, for we need as many heroes here in case they do decide to attack us now in our weakest state. So, I only want to send one of you. The other two will give guarding positions at the castle wall.”

“So, how do we decide?” DX asked.

“Simple, by drawing circuits.” Sledge then took out three circuits from his motherboard. “Whoever draws the shortest cord is the one who has to take the journey into Twilight AC.”

Well, all they could do was draw from Sledge’s hand one of the three circuits. After a few seconds of deliberation and deep thinking done by all, they picked from his hand. They then compared their straws to each other, and found out who was the shortest…none of them?!? With great expressions of WTF plastered onto them, they turned to Sledge for an answer.

“Oh, come on guys, do you really think I would only send one of you in? That’s homicidal on my part. You’re all going!”

“Great…” was all they could say.

Kristen Kreuk. Lana Lang from smallville... but...

http://www.free-codecs.com/download/K_Lite_Codec_Pack.htm
Download the that Codec pack and use Media Player Classic; it's your friend

bah should leave the damn drunks alone you know

ahahaha i have to share X'D
heres the peanut butter jelly time song:
http://www.youtube.com/?v=0Ds-1Cya8sc
and then crazy frog:
http://www.youtube.com/?v=m_c5MSUi2zw

~*Bloody Rain*~
A bloody rain
Falls on the fight to stay sane
Never to rest or see the light
My worst nightmares haunt the night
Every moment is cold and dark
My song as silent as the dead lark
Here and now waiting to die
This is where I will forever lie
In the end it seems so wrong
That I've had to endure this so long
Left inside my dying shell
Only the shadows my story will tell
The light has gone and so must I
A haunted sob escapes as I begin to cry
They come at last silent and cold
The chains to my life their clawed hands hold
Standing before the demon ties
One by one they shout my lies
Pushed to the ground down on my knees
They only laugh at my sob ridden plees
The blade raised high and ready stands
Falling down with a death dealing sigh
A silent scream my final word
As I fall into the fires of my own created world...

My friend told me about this site / thing last night, and I've been kinda hooked since. It's Pandora.com, and it's a music generator in which you tell it what song or artist you like, and after playing something by that artist, it will find other music you might like based on similarity. For instance, I put in The Postal Service, and it logically gave me a Flaming Lips song not long after. Even better, you can tell it if you like or don't like the song it picked, so it can begin to define your tastes and get even closer to just what you enjoy--so hopefully eventually it'll be introducing you to all-new music and artists that you'll end up loving. It tells you what the songs you like include, (it'll say, "Finding songs with major tonality, mild vocal chords..." etc). It's really interesting. I recommend anyone who likes finding new artists to check it out.

Hampstersomething, Bureda, Westonia/Westonian ...

http://www.usna.usda.gov/Hardzone/hrdzon3.html
Plant Hardiness Zone map etc.
I found this too Double G http://www.seasonsindia.com/lifestyle/gardening_sea.htm
I'm lookin for ya man
http://www.webindia123.com/garden/types.htm

the new naruto web site is open:happy::happy::happy:
http://naruto.viz.com/site_1152.html

I didnt know if I should post this in wonderland random or room 4. So I decided to post it here...
The Ancient Clan
Cast
The Screen names I chose to play each role doesn’t mean anything or any specific role I think someone as. Its simply your SN sounds like that role nothing more so enjoy.
Kuwabara
Dudeman
Sledgestone
Ladywriter
Saiel
Cabbitgirl
KiKi
Dubird
Honeybee
Strider Hiryu
Slippers
Hellcat_18
GodGrave
Gundamranger X
Falling_Angel_111
Azreal
Sabe
Eppy
Princess tasha
Deathscythe X
Akira 13
Daymost
Flying Monkey
Miyu
Camron
Aora
Cfioncn
Story
600 years ago there was the greatest war ever fought. The war was so malevolent that in was fought between everyone in the world… When it seemed the most perilous a band emerged known as the ANCIENT CLAN. The Clan was a fierce force and swept through the land being lead by the mighty Sledgestone. Sledge and his men were swift in driving the forces of darkness out of the world. During an earth shattering battle with the dark lord Godgrave, Sledgestone ended up victorious at the cost of his power. He was drained completely of all power by sealing up Godgrave. The Ancient clans members took the slumbering body of Sledgestone and sealed it away. The location of his body was entrusted on one person, the wisest member of the Clan… Lady Dubird. To keep the world a safe place the clan dispersed each member going his or her separate ways to guard over a region. Now more than half a millennia later the Dark Lord Godgrave has re emerged and swallowed the world in darkness once again. Now without its hero and the Ancient Clan dispersed what will become of the world?
The Present
In the village Pavilion… a riot seems to have broken out in the center of the village.
“Yo! Dudeman! What’s going on? Why is there a riot? Come on tell me!” Kuwa came running out of his house towards his friend.
“I don’t know Kuwa, seems to be something with that old cook that lives on the outskirts of town…” Dudeman replied awaiting his friend.
“You mean old man Strider? What possibly could he be getting his self into? Especially with rumor of the X squad coming here. Dammit that old man has finally snapped!” Kuwa running past his friend towards the riot.
The Two ran towards the commotion, they saw two tall dark figures surrounding the old man. The two had a huge blood red X on each of there torso. They began to push the old man between them two as if playing catch. Then the more malevolent looking one looked out at the crowd.
“I am Deathscythe X! Chief warrior of Lord Godgrave, milord has sent me to show every village in the region the cruelty that comes with disobeying the will of Godgrave!! My first victim shall be this poor defenseless old man! Anyone oppose? Speak now and be killed as well!” The man burst out in a sadistically type of laughter.
He balled up his fist as it transformed into a long rapier, then the single blade as if defusing now became three blades. His associate grabbed a hold of the old man so he wouldn’t run away. Deathscythe X pushed his blade towards the man’s torso then a loud “STOP!!” was heard from the crowd. DX halted and looked as the crowd all backed away from the boy.
Kuwa was left standing alone with only Dudeman next to him who inched away while Kuwa wasn’t looking. DX chuckled as he walked over to the boy and lifted his head began to examine the “child’s” face.
“Who the hell do you think you are BOY?!” DX howled as spit flew from his mouth into the boys face.
“I-I- I am Kuwa…bara, a local in this town and a friend of Old man Strider… I don’t like what you two are doing one bit. Why don’t you two pick on someone your own size? Why pick on a defenseless old man? Don’t you guys have any sort of respect for you eld-“
DX slapped the boy to the ground. And kicked him into the air only to knock him back down.
“Listen Boy, your insolence will not be tolerated I will kill you now! Then the old man and anyone else who dares question us!”
DX raised the boy up with his normal hand and readies the bladed hand. He first begins to lightly cut Kuwa as blood begins to drip from the boys body DX howled another laughter. He then began to lightly impale the blades into the boy’s body and jerked it into the boy’s stomach. Avoiding any vital organs as the boy screamed of pain the blood from his stomach came out of his mouth. Dripping from his mouth the blood fell to his chin and down his neck.
The spectators stood there and watched him getting killed; Dudeman could not take this anymore. Picking up a rock Dudeman chucked it at DX, at the blink of an eye DX was in his face and transforming his other hand into a rapier. With Kuwa going along for the ride as his inside jerked from that fast movement was loosing more blood. He was about to impale Dudeman until the old man spoke up.
“Stop this nonsense sonny boy… You came after me now come get me…” The tall man behind him jerked him but then was sent soaring into the air. The old man shook violently as he shed his skin… Underneath was a young looking man about the age of 25. The man leaped into the air and landed near DX. Pulling out the boy from the man’s rapier he handed him to Dudeman.
“I am Strider… Strider Hiryu!!!”
The whole crowd gasped at what the man said. Whispered could be heard among the crowd. “The Strider Hiryu of the ancient clan?!?!”
Deathscythe X looked at the man and grinned.
“This shall be fun… I always wanted to fight someone in you caliber… If you indeed are the Great Strider Hiryu…”
TO BE CONTINUED

Me! Here is the long overdue(WORK IS INVADING MY TIME!!! ) Chapter 4.5! (Lost a page, give you the rest ASAP... My comp is mean!)
"I was born and raised on the moors of Ireland. My father was in England looking for work, leaving my mother to raise the clann. I was rasied during the last years of one of the many potato famines to creep through our area. My athair would send us home money every week so that we could have food, but our letters never seemed to reach him, so we could tell him that what he was sending wasn't enough. My big brother, Russ; Cyruss his name is, but we mostly called him Russ, took a job at a neighboring farm at 13 to help back the money that our father was sending, and it really saved us. As a kid, things were pretty basic, sleep, wake, shower, eat, shit, sleep. Day in day out, that was my routine. Until me thirteenth birthday, that is..." Drake took a pause, to take a drink, and started again after he drained his glass. "That was the day you could say shit really hit the fan for me..." As Drake was talking, his mind began to wander back to those times with a vivid clarity that he could feel. He knew that this was a memory induced vision, and hoped that he didn't scare Aramai-sama too badly if he could see it too.
Drake had been wandering the moors as he did so often at those times. His bloody head would get to throbbing so badly it felt like it was going to pop like a grape under a boot. He had a method for getting rid of his headaches, but today it just want working. He thought that his headaches were caused by the constant hounding of the polterguist in their house, but he thought that some of it was stress, too. With his big brother at work on the neighbors farm, it was just him, his máthair and the new baby that had come after his athair visited last time. His headache was blocking most of his thoughts, but there was one that was constantly dogging him that week: On the coming saturday was his brothers 23 birthday, and he had no way to gut Russ a thing. "Cac!" he swore to himself. "Is there no way for me to get anything? I have to be able to get a job somewhere!" This thought train was his mantra of the week. After his brothers birthday, it would return to, "Fucking potatoes. Damn headaches. SHIT!" as was almost a common for his thoughts.
He wondered if any of the local farms needed someone to slop out the barns. It was a job that he hated, but if it would make him a few dollers for a gift for Russ, he thought that he could live with the fact. If there was something better he would take it, but he thought that shit work would be the only thing he would get. If he wouldn't have had to sell his bike, he could've rode to town to see if there were any of the shops that needed a cleaner, someone to unload the trucks, or something in that vien. But, he did sell his bike, and he couldn't ride into town, so it was off to one of the local farms to look for work. He thought that he should try to get on at the farm with Russ, but he was afraid that he would cause Russ to loose money if he did. "Off to MacLeod's stead...Damn but I hate that drunken bod."
Drake's dislike for Joeseph MacLeod stemmed from a fight that happened between him and Russ over the matter of $80. Joeseph blamed Russ for four of his pigs getting killed by a wolf that had gotten into the barn through an open door. After he beat the bejesus out of Russ and took the money, it was found later that Joeseph himself left the door open after a drinking run that ended with him in barn after his wife had kicked his "drunken useless ass" out for the night. While he never paid Russ back, when he showed up at MacLeod's shop he never allowed Russ to pay for anything related to the farm for the next several months. According to MacLeod, it was due to an overpay on the Masters farm tab; Drake and Russ knew it was him trying to ease his guilty heart.
Drake almost missed the path to MacLeod's home, being in a brown study as he was. With a shake of his head, mostly wondering if it was really such a good idea, he walked up to the front door. After knocking, he took a step away from the door, in case it swung out, like the one that brained him as a babe. As the door opened, "In..." Drake thought with an inner smile, he saw that it was one of MacLeod's daughters, Maura, that answered, instead of the Missus.He found that he had lapsed into thought over the fact when she asked him if he was, "going to stand there gaping or come in."
With a laugh, Drake walked into the foyer, as it were, and asked about Mr. MacLeod's whereabouts. "I could really give a high squat about where that addled fool is." was the response he got. Gape mouthed and lacking reply, the young woman continued. "My càpraid athair has been out on the moor for more than a day. We can hear the truck now and again as he comes to the barn for supplies, but he never sets foot in the house. Mother went to look for him this afternoon, but she hasn't come back yet...and I'm scared."
The sudden drop in her mood startled Drake, and his instant reaction was to try to comfort her. He shifted his weight and began to put an arm around her shouders, when she crumbled into his chest, crying. Startled, but not stupid, he put his arms around her and began to talk to her; much like his máthair did when his little sister was hurt. His words worked, though, and she calmed under his hands; soon her tears lessened to sniffling, which subsided to nothing. She pulled back a bit to look at him, and his head began to fill with heat, like when his migranes came. He apologised, and went outside to clear out his head. She followed him, felling that she should because he had helped her. Sitting next to him on the rail, she could feel a moderate heat radiating from his body, as if he was deep in fever. She knew he wasn't though, because the heat hadn't been there as he held her.
For Drake, her sitting so close mad the heat in his head worse, a phenomina that he had no explaination for. Suddenly, an unbidden thought shot into his mind. "It isn't me...it's her! I'm feeling her sudden want for me!" As soon as he gripped this thought, all of the heat left his head and traveled...south. They turned to each other at the same instant, and Drake then found himself lost in the heat of he kiss. His mind filled with thoughts, some of them from the stories his brother had told him about some of the women in town. The heat began to climb, when she suddenly took his hand and tugged him to the left of the house and he followed, curious. She led him, after a check of the path ahead, to the barn, and then to the hay-loft. He paused as she climbed, thinking, "Is this me? This beast of heat and lust?" He told the thoughts that he was, when her had appeared over the edge of the loft, her slip in hand. When he got to the top, he was struck by her scent(as his mind insisted it was, and would forever after), and then was lost in the heat of their renewed kiss...
Drake awoke sometime later to the yelling of Joeseph, and could initially not remember where he was. Then he saw Maura sleeping with her head on his chest, and both of their clothes in a pile beside them. The thought of what had transpired brought the heat back into his body, but he willed it away, knowing that Joeseph was prob'ly looking for his daughter.
"Damn it, girl! You was supposed to have dinner ready when I got here! If yer hidin from me you had best show yourself afore I get more angry than I am!"
Drake nudged Maura awake, and began to carefully move for his clothes in the same moment, when he heard Joeseph's yelled, "Got ya!', from below. Knowing that there was little chance for escape, Drake decided to take what he had coming, but kept running the thought, "Don't find us!" over and over. Joeseph got to the top and looked directly at both Drake and Maura, and then climbed back down! Hearing the man leave, Drake let his breath loose. "I don't know how he missed us, Maura, but he did." She grinned at him, much as she had earlier, and kissed Drake reaching down and helping the heat find where it was ment to be. They then enjoyed each other again, purely in celebration that they would live another day.

It came out a bit short(and is still unedited; I need some hard opinions on what I could do to add to this piece... ), but here is C2!
At his layover, Drake went to the gifts shop so he could send his mother something small. Her tastes were still for those tacky ceramic figurines, so he commenced his search for one or two. Just as they began calling his flight, he found some in one of the shops. They seemed...out of place, though. The little man looked as though he had seen a horrid tragedy, and was then frozen with the look if pure fear still on his face; the woman, however, sent shivers down Drakes spine. She reminded him of one of the three crones of Roman Mythology; one of the fates. That wasn’t what got him though, it was the...the look she had about her. Her black eyes seemed to pierce into him, and her smile was hate filled, but not stupid. Her hair, though carefully molded, seemed ragged, and horribly ratty. Her whole appearance seemed...dark, hateful, wrong. Drake suddenly had the same feeling that he did on a trip to Haiti; like there was a deep wellspring of darkness nearby. He all but ran from the store.
Back on the plane, Drake suddenly felt tired, as if he had walked for miles. As he asked a steward for a pillow, he also inquired about the little gift shop across from the café on the end. Looking at him oddly, the steward went and grabbed him a pillow. On his return, he told Drake exactly what he was hoping not to hear: The little shop hadn’t been in operation since the owner had been executed for Voodoo. Drake saw that this trip was going to be the one that put him in either a booby hatch, or a grave. He hoped for neither, but didn’t set his sights at coming out unscathed, either. Drake decided that he should get the sleep that he could so he would be ready to go after he landed at Haneda International at Tokyo. He knew that customs would take an hour or so, and then he’d have to wait for his luggage, and then find his contact. Though the first two wouldn’t be that bad, he knew that the third could be awful. Most of the time, he would meet his client directly, but the way this all was sounding, he was going to meet the Chief of Tokyo Police. He didn’t think that they would find him a security risk, but it was possible that out of those killed, one or more of them could’ve easily been researchers. With a mental shrug, Drake turned over on his side, and went to sleep.
"Falling...why do I feel like I’m falling? Is this a dream, or a vision?" Drake wondered this to himself, but could feel the words, like they were a pliable substance in the air. He only had this sensation in his dreams, so he thought that he would wake himself up. He couldn’t. "Great...the dream and the vision are tied together. I wonder who wants to talk to me." He got his answer almost before he could finish the thought. Fading in out of the darkness was a gigantic shape; like a life-size monster, the Wendigo was standing not twenty feet in front of Drake.
"So then...It seems that we meet, hunter..."
Drake knew the moment the beast began speaking that it was in another language. His mind heard it all in English, simply because that was what the beast wanted. The meant that the creature had something of importance to say to him. What it was, Drake couldn’t guess, but knew that he would be finding out soon enough.
"I come to you now, in peace, because I know that this is the only chance. I may be a being made of ‘evil’, but know this, hunter, even a creature such as I can be controlled."
Drake woke with a start, drenched in sweat, with a stewardess gently rubbing his shoulder to rouse him. He looked at her and smiled, she looked confused for a moment, but then she knew, not how she knew, but she knew nonetheless that the man under her hand knew why she was there. She then returned his smile, and walked away, obviously shaken.
Drake sat up, fixed his chair, and prepared for the landing. The way he felt at that exact moment, was as if he had just had a conversation with an old friend, not a demon that walked the plains of the land, and those of the mind. The idea of it being controlled, however, didn’t strike Drake as unplausible. In fact, it felt like the only thing that was making sense enough to say that, that was why the beast hadn’t been corrupted by the native magick of Japan. The power that would be needed to do it, though, was beyond Drakes grasp, because the power needed to control even a lesser demon was beyond the grasp of any living man. Well, he amended his thoughts, beyond any living man he knew of, anyway.
As his plane landed, Drake saw that he was expected. There were banners all along the strip that announced welcome to him, both in English and Japanese. He laughed, because this also meant that there were throngs of media groups waiting to get an official statement regarding his business in Japan. With another laugh, he got the mental image of hundreds of amateur Paranormalists that would want either his secrets, or his autograph.
He supposed that this was what it was like to be a celebrity, but knew that this much attention could lead to big problems. There would be so much confined chakra to make his senses reel, and if there was enough people, it could render him unconscious. From there, he couldn’t be responsible if his mind lashed out to defend him. He decided right then that he wasn’t going to be leaving by way of the terminal; he would use one of the crew exits that lead right to the parking lot, and would call the Chief from his waiting rental. He thought, though, that such a tactic may be expected, so it might be better yet to just hide his general appearance and go right to the streets, and grab a cab. Digging in his luggage, Drake found his hat and his cloak. The hat was more or less a beanie, but it looked like Link’s hat from OoT, and the cloak was much like those seen im paintings of Druids, with the deep hood, and long flowing cape. It was more of a joke between him and his brother, since the day Drake had played Merlin in the Renaissance Fair when he was 18. The cloak just kinda stick as an appearance thing, so he kept it for just such an occasion. He put on the hat, and then the cloak, leaving the hood down, and looked outside to see how lighted the area was. The major lights had been shut down, since the airport proper had shut down for the night, but the walkways, halls and the such were still bright. Taking his bag to the bathroom, he used a but of stage makeup to cover his scars temporarily, so he would seem less himself. When the time came, he spoke with the pilot, who realized what Drake was asking, and took him along with him. So far, Drake’s plan was working.
At the rear exit of the airport, Drake was delighted to see a cab waiting for him. When he enquired about it, the pilot said that he had one of the crew radio ahead to have one waiting. Drake bowed, and then shook the man’s hand, covertly slipping Y1,000 into his pocket. Getting in the cab, the driver turned to him and asked Drake where he was going. Without thinking, Drake told the man to wait, so he could make a phone call. Dialing quickly, Drake got hold of the chief, and told him where he was. The chief said for Drake to go to HQ and wait for him there, so that they could discuss the case. Drake confirmed, and told the driver where he was headed. Five minutes later, Drake was standing in front of the Tokyo police station, waiting for the chief.
While waiting, Drake decided to call the customs agent, and have the packages waiting for him delivered to his hotel room. When the agent asked for his claim number, and Drake gave it to him. The agent laughed when he told Drake that he had already been ordered by the Chief of Police to do that already, and gave Drake the official address of where he was staying; it was one of the only Hilton Hotels in all of Japan. With a grimace, Drake thanked the man, and hung up.
"How on Earth am I supposed to afford this? I hope that someone else is picking up this tab..."
Not long after his phone call, the chief pulled up in one of the cruisers. The thing about it that Drake didn’t understand, was why he was in a suit and not his uniform. Then, with a shock, Drake realized that the Chief he had talked to those years ago, had become The Chief! He was the new head of Tokyo police that Drake had read about in the paper on the plane He was glad to see that the years had been kind to the Chief, because even their brief meeting had given Drake a lot of respect for the man. He hoped that the Chief would recognize him under all his hiding, and impulsively wiped off the makeup to be sure.
The man stopped and bowed to Drake. "Drake, we meet again. It is a pleasure to see you, I just wish that it were under better circumstances. Please, let us go to my office."
Drake returned his bow, and said, "The pleasure is mine. I am glad to see that you have progressed through the ranks of the force. I'm expecting to hear how it happened."
With a grin, the man told Drake that he would hear of that, if he wished."Although I would preferr to get the case out of the air first. It is a most troubling subject."
"Of course. This place is yours, so we will conduct this in a manner that is fitting for you."
The Chief laughed and showed Drake into the building, and then to his office, where they could share stories and discuss what needed to be said. On their way, though there was a few things that the Cheif wanted to speak with Drake about, including his call earlier in the week. It wasn't the call that he was interested in, though, as much as it was the timing of said call. He brought this fact up to Drake, who began to laugh outright.
"Aye, you'll have to forgive me, Cheif. I try to keep tabs on my contacts so that I'll have a heads up if there is trouble. I just happened to look in on you at the exact right time." Drake had been chuckling through out his explaination, but he stopped suddenly, as if humor itself had just been murdered. He began to look about the elevator car as if it had grown in size, and that is when the Cheif even registered that something was very, very wrong. He began to glance about the car, in hopes of seeing what Drake could not, but neither could he spot the exact center of the problem. He could feel it eminating from the very walls of the car, as if there was a great fan that was blowing fetid air directly into the car. Drake began to flush with anger, and the Cheif could feel an even more palpable force begin eminating from the large man beside him.
"Drake, what is it? Can you tell me what's wrong so that I might help?" he asked, hoping to calm the Irishman down. This sudden bout of anger that was welling out of Drake reminded the Cheif of one of the things that Drake had told him on the night they met: "If I ever seem to begin getting angered at a single place; if you can feel the very air itself; start to sing. One thing that I am not proud of is my temper; if it gets the better of me, I tend to lash out, physically as well as mentally. My mother refused to allow me to even come home if I was in a pet. She'd make me go walking on the moor so that I would destroy nothing but a few trees; in the house, I was likely to bring the very roof down on our heads."
The Cheif had no idea what to sing, so he began with one of his favorite Karaoke songs: When Irish Eyes are Smiling. He had only gotten past the third line when Drake suddenly stopped and looked at him. He was still very red, but his anger quickly abated into laughter. The Cheif, embarrassed, asked Drake what in the name of Buddah what was so funny. Drake looked at him, tears streaming down his face, and said, "I've heard many a man sing that song, but never had I heard it sung so well from anyone that wasn't kegged!" The Cheif blushed even deeper, knowing that Drake ment his comment as a compliment, and his blush made Drake laugh all the more. His laughter seemed to diminsh the force that was flowing around the car, and soon the Cheif was also laughing; not from humor, but for the simple release it brought.
When the elevator chimed their stop, Drake's laughter slowly ebbed into awe, as he found that the entire upper Suite was the Cheifs office. Taking in his surroundings, Dake wandered the room; the Cheif, however, took his customary seat behind his desk. Looking at the name plate Drake was finally given a name to address his companion by, insted of calling him "Cheif" as did his subbordinates.
"Cheif Tsu Aramai...a handsome name. Would I be too informal if I called you, Aramai-sama?"
"Drake...you honor me! Not only did you say my name properly, you knew the correct suffix in which to use! I am impressed!"
Drake laughed, and waved the compliment away. "Now, now...you needn't be so amazed. Did I not spend a week with you here on my last vacation? I called you 'Cheif' because it was the only name I heard you addressed by; I did some studying before I came. 'When in someone else's home, it is best not to complain of their cleaning.' Is that not how the saying goes?"
"Hai, but you have the saying out of context. I think you mean, 'When in Rome...'"
To the amusement of Aramai-sama, Drake blushed, and nodded. Without adressing his correction, he asked Aramai-sama to fill him in on the last of the details that he was lacking. Drake knew about the fact that it was a Wedigo, there was an attack, and that it had its corpreal form destroyed. What he was looking for, though, was how many it killed, where they were killed, and if there had been an y suspicious packages, people or the such brought into the country before the attacks. In the back of his head, he thought that he had most, if not all, of the answers that he was looking for; he just wanted confirmations and further explainations on most.
Before starting, Aramai-sama asked Drake if he would like a cigar. Drake declined that, but when he was offered sake, he accepted with gusto.
"Well, Drake-san--"
"Just Drake, if you please. No offence, but the honorary suffixes sound like shit on my name."
"Of course! It is one thing when giving a man shit, but it is another if it injurs their name. Before I continue, I have to ask: Is your brouge thick than the last time we met?"
Drake laughed, "Aye, that it is. I spent most of six months back home on vacation. I guess that I got so used to Gaelic, that my English got a bit rusty. Now, if you don't mind me asking, has your English gotten better?"
Now it was Aramai-sama's turn to laugh, "Yes, actually, it has. My son is in California studying buisiness management, law, and police enforcement tactics. He chose your LA because he thought that they would offer him the best courses. Most of his letters come in English, so I had to be a quick study so that I could respond."
Both men shared a good laugh at that, and sat with their thought for a moment before carrying on with the topic at hand. Drake took another glass of sake, enjoying the warmth is spread through his body. "Better than Guinuss any day..." he thought, and returned his attention to the topics at hand.
As the night turned to morning, both men found themselves still in Aramai-sama's office talking. Both had talked family, friends, and other endevours, and as the sun rose, Drake became solemn. "You know, I think you told me just about everything there is for a one man to tell another. I think that it is high time that I tell someone my story. I'm sure that I told you some the last time we met," Aramai nodded. "Well then, here is my whole story. Just stop me if I lapse into Gaelic, I tend to do that when I'm drunk." Aramai said that he would, but he never needed to; Drake spoke directly to his mind.

heres a couple i just made the other day


i can have some avatars made to go with i'll probably be posting more later

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