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Seers of River – Part 7

Randy: “So is this the seer that-”

Demon: “Yep! Muwahahahahahaha!”

Randy: “I almost feel sorry for him…”

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The first night, he stopped at a hotel outside Las Vegas, Nevada close to Utah and called Mary Alexander demanding protection if she wanted the information he possessed. She agreed, then told him something disturbing.

According to her, no evidence lingered at the River vault of any deaths or attacks. The vault was too clean, as if they had just finished spring cleaning and sterilizing. All Mary knew was that rest of the team was missing. The blood he had seen on DJ’s SUV wasn’t there when her River investigation team arrived. There weren’t even images for her seers to pick up. No DJ, Dr. Hester, Dr. Richards, Irene, or signs of struggle.

“David, I don’t know what you’ve stumbled on, but I need that info.” Mary demanded.

“Not until I’m safe.”

“Fine, dammit, I’ll send Blade after you, they’ll…” The phone went dead before she could finish.

Remembering that the phone went dead before the last attack, he grabbed his gun and headed out of the hotel room in time to see his pursuers had come to visit. Dressed in black from head to toe they were armed with guns.

“Who are you?” He yelled aiming his gun.

They didn’t answer or hesitate to opened fire. He left three dead bodies for housekeeping to clean up before he moved on. David realized two things in that moment — his ammo was out and there would be no negotiating with these people.

For over two weeks, he ran, never stopping long. Whoever was after him was good at tracking. He couldn’t make phone calls or use his credit cards without getting their immediate attention. They had numbers everywhere and resources. Unfortunately, David had nothing but himself and an empty gun. A gun he used to scare innocent victims out of their car, so that he didn’t have to stop for gas. The times he did stop for gas was only to steal a car that had just been filled by some unsuspecting person. He found most of his sleep in short naps on the side of the road or at truck stops.

Food was scarce. Sometimes he happened upon snacks in the cars he stole. Often he found enough loose change in the vehicles to grab nabs or water.

No matter how close he got to a Structure owned facility, they were waiting for him. Blade facilities he worked for before, couldn’t help him if he couldn’t even stop to let them know he needed help. He even had these unknown people chasing him by vehicle a couple of time. He mustered all the skill in his possession to out run them. Whoever this group was had thoroughly isolated him from getting any help.

As he traveled, he used a trick he picked up from his Blade training to hide his energy signature. He used his power to travel into the past, erasing his energy footsteps. It was like retracing his steps into the past, creating a loop of deception all the way back to the River vaults. His tricks were working. His pursuers hadn’t found him at all.

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RbH

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Seers of River – Part 6

Randy: *sniff* *sniff* “I smell… I smell the hint of something foul coming.”

Angel: “…you smell… What?”

Demon: “Wash your ass, Randy, and you won’t have that problem.”

Randy: “No, you don’t get it. I’m talking about the story and… oh forget it.”

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“I couldn’t make out a damn thing Irene said.” Mary’s voice blasted in his ear. “What is going on, David?”

“We might be in danger here, Ms Alexander,” David said into the phone, “I’ve learned something about the Oracle’s death.”

“Tell me–” The phone’s battery went dead.

He handed it back to Irene. “It needs to be charged.”

“Cheap crap, I just charged it.” She shook it. “Where’s your phone?”

“In the room, I’ll go get it.” He jogged to his room and slowed up right outside of DJ’s. The prophet was packing.

“Are you sure?” David asked. Wondering if this wasn’t just a bad interpretation. Some prophetic visions were symbolic.

“No. But none of my visions have been like this. Whether it is just a trick of my mind or not, I’m not taking chances. I want to see my family.”

“How bad are your visions?”

“I see more than just seers and record keepers dying. I see… a lot more. Gruesome shit.” DJ zipped up his bag.

“But…”

“David.” The prophet looked up at him, fear flicked in his eyes. “Haven’t you noticed I’ve been smoking more? It’s to stop this.” He held up his shaking hand. “No. No more. I need to leave.” He tossed his bag over his shoulder and walked up to David. He gripped the historian’s shoulders and said, “Goodbye, buddy.” He squeezed and left the River vaults for home.

“He just left!” Irene squawked when David gave them the news. “Now what do we do?”

“We continue our research.” Dr. Hester said thumbing through one of the books. “We pursue the truth. There is more to this, and I want to learn what it is.”

“What? But what if DJ has the right idea?” Irene and Dr. Hester began to argue. David realized the team couldn’t survive without DJ. He was the glue. The man had a way of making the group concentrate on work. Every time he was absent for a moment, Dr. Hester and Dr. Richards were at each other’s throats. It was DJ and DJ alone that gave Irene the attention she demanded. Now that he was gone, the group would be a damn mess.

“Where’s Dr. Richards?” David asked interrupting the verbal sparring match.

Irene put her hand on her hip. “He went to lay down. All this excitement is getting to him. Did you call Mary?”

That’s right. With DJ’s departure, David forgot all about his cellphone. David went to his room and searched around for it. Where did he put it?

He turned around, and jumped from his skin when he saw Dr. Richards standing in his doorway. His face was pale, his eyes vacant.

“Dr. Richards?”

“DJ-J-James…” The doctor stuttered.

David took off down the hall toward the garage where their cars were parked. When he opened the door to the the dimly lit garage area, the first thing his eyes caught was red streaked across DJ’s SUV. Was that blood?

The moment he stepped onto the paved ground, the building door shut behind him. The latch locked. A scream could be heard inside. “Irene!” David turned back to the door, banging on it, pulling on the handle. The damn thing wouldn’t budge.

“Run, David. Go now,” DJ’s words echoed in his head. He backed up, one foot after another, unsure of what to do, where to go. He didn’t even know who was after them. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

Something dark materialized up from the floor in front of him. Covered in black, the figure pulled out a knife.

David kicked the attacker’s knee so hard the masked man buckled. Then he forced his fist into the covered face. Something snapped.

Not taking a moment to get a look at the culprits face, he ran to his car.

But he didn’t jump in, instead, he went under his seat and grabbed his gun. His keys were in the building, and there was no way he was going back in there. He felt movement behind him.

His body turned, gun locked on the motion. He fired three times, hitting his target. Another masked figure. David jumped over the body and sprinted for the outside world.

He stumbled out onto the asphalt of Sacramento, California and ran for his life. The night air was quiet and crisp. The early morning hours weren’t in his favor — his chance of finding help was slim.

He needed a phone. Or transportation. Or powers that would allow him to kick major ass. The only power he had wouldn’t do the trick. His Blade training was only going to get him so far.

His legs stopped running outside what looked like a popular nightclub. He glimpsed a couple walking to their car. With steel resolve, he approached them, pointing the gun at the drunk man’s head.

“Keys!” He demanded.

The man dropped them, hands in the air. The woman screamed.

David scooped up the keys, jumped into the sedan, and floored it out of the city.

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Seers of River – Part 5

Randy: “Oooo, I feel the tension building.”

Angel: “Can you really?”

Demon: “Who cares! Just hurry up and read!”

Randy: “Meanie…”

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“We were concerned after the first hour.” Irene shook her head. “We shook you. Even called to you. However, we got nothing. We even brought a healer in. All she said was for us to wait it out. But you scared us… especially DJ. I’ll go get him.”

Irene quickly left David to grounded himself to the world around him.

Ten hours.

He rubbed his hands over his eyes as the images played back in his head. Images that were zipping by before he mentally slowed to observe them more closely. Things he didn’t notice before zoomed in on him.

He paused an image at will staring at Cord’s written prophecy. The script was written in an old form of French, but David could read what it was saying. The prophecy was terrifying.

“David!” DJ’s voice called to him.

“I’m awake.” David chuckled nervously opening his eyes. He checked his watch. Good, it was only a few moments.

“How are you feeling?” DJ squatted down next to him.

“I…” He shook his head and looked around. “Where’s the book?”

DJ’s eyes widened. “In your lap.”

David looked down and frowned. He barely felt the weight. He picked it up and thumbed through it. When he arrived at the place where the prophecy should’ve been, the pages were gone — as if never there. His finger pressed into the center crevice. His mind searched the past seeking an answer. As a newly ordained Oracle, Cord unbound the book removing the pages before binding the book back.

“Why?” David asked aloud.

“Why what?” DJ asked with Irene hovering.

“Cord removed some of his prophecies.”

“What does this have to do with Tesen?” Irene huffed.

“Nothing, but it is the reason our research is taking so long.” David answered. For months they struggled to find answers and only gained more questions. Now he believed that like the pages of that book, the answers had all been removed. “It’s like someone doesn’t want us to know what’s going to happen.”

As soon as Dr. Hester and Richards came to join them, David explained to them what he saw.

“Wait… David, we’re all seers here. You’re not saying… Does that mean…we could be killed?” Irene’s voice hinted with hysteria.

David hadn’t considered it. Was that what the prophecy meant? “The prophecy was obscure like most are. But…but from my interpretation, it didn’t say all prophets and seers died.” He glanced over at DJ, whose bottom lip quivered.

He held DJ’s wide-eyed pensive stare. The prophet knew something.

“Oh… oh… We should call Ms Alexander.” Irene pulled her cellphone from atop the table. “She’d want to know about this. She’ll… she’ll keep us protected.”

DJ stood to his feet. “I’m going to go visit my wife and daughter.”

“What? At a time like this?” Dr. Hester asked. “We need to research this more. We must learn why, possibly warn others.”

“Do what you want. I’m done.” DJ strolled away.

David pursued him. “Dr. James, what do you know?” He asked once they were in the hallway. “Irene said you were having bad dreams. Are they connected to this?”

“Run, David.” DJ never stopped walking and never looked over at him, “Go now, and you might get a head start.” He took a pack of cigarettes from his front shirt pocket. His hands were shaking. “I hoped they were just dreams. Hoped.” With unsteady fingers he finally pulled a stick from the pack. He put the cigarette in his mouth, took out his lighter, and lit the end. His shaking stilled. “I need to see my family alive before they get to them.”

“Who? Who is doing this?”

“DJ,” Irene cried into the hallway. “Mary wants to talk to you.”

“Tell her I quit. David’s in charge now.” DJ walked faster.

David cursed running back to take the call.

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RbH

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Seers of River – Part 4

Randy: “Simpletons!”

Demon: “I wanted to use assholes but Angel said no more profanity. Such a prude.”

Angel: “If it was up to you, it would be nothing but profanity.”

Demon: “True enough!”

***~***

David nodded, put his hand on the book, and then closed his eyes to focus. Energy circled the book and entered his body moving his mind further and further into the past. Time passed in a blink zipping images through him at lightspeed.

Cord. He thought reaching for his target. Oracle. He focused his thoughts and will until images of the young Oracle merged to one. The Oracle Cord sat in the dark on the stone floor next to a lit candle. His hand was feverish, writing the prophecies his energy fed to him.

“Can you see me? Can you feel my presence?” David asked the young man.

There was no response. This Cord was too young and too inexperienced to be Oracle yet. He wasn’t powerful enough. David looked over the young prophet’s shoulder as he wrote. “Flame-Eyed Beast? Void?” Why wasn’t this prophecy familiar? He had read Cord’s book of prophecy time and time again, but this prophecy wasn’t in the original. It spoke of chaos and death. A time when seers and record keepers of all kinds would be killed because of the seventeenth Oracle. The current Oracle!

Something landed on his shoulder.

David turned around. Shadows moved, colors shifted, and history changed. Before him stood a stern Cord with a face haunted by life and visions.

“Why are you here?” The older Cord asked with a deep course accent. Even his voice seemed haunted. His blue robe was thick and hand-stitched, nothing manufactured in a factory. “Answer.” His voice echoed in my head.

Though they stood close to the same height, this man of power was intimidating. “I wanted to ask about Tesen. But… what is going to happen in our time? Why are they killing seers?”

“You came for nothing. Go back.”

“But.”

“I wasn’t asking.” Cord shoved David’s energy.

David jerked into the present. “What an asshole,” He said shaking off that overwhelming power. His mind felt like he’d been physically attacked.

“You okay?” Irene asked startled.

“Yeah, why?” He rubbed his arms and rotated his shoulders. His muscles were stiff, for some reason.

“You’ve been out for ten hours straight.”

What? David blinked, as he noticed most of his colleagues were gone. “What?” He said aloud looking down at his watch. The time was already late into the middle of the night. “What?” He never had a vision that took more than a few minutes. The longest was an hour. But ten?

***~***

RbH

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Seers of River – Part 3

Randy: “Ohhmmm, I am seeing into the futuuuure…”

Angel: “Um…”

Demon: “What the hell?”

Randy: “In the future I see part 3 of the story…”

Demon: “That’s because you have part 3 in your hand ya damn twit.”

Angel: “Randy, please just continue reading.”

Randy: “Anything for you Angel babe.”

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After retrieving DJ’s lighter, David headed back only to bump into Irene. She glanced down at his hand glimpsing the orange BIC, then rolled her brown eyes.

“I hate that he wants to kill himself, but I hate it more that he wants to take us with him,” She said.

So dramatic. If it wasn’t for her diva routine, she might be kind of cute.

He proceeded to walk around her.

“You know he’s having nightmares.” She continued, “Prophetic dreams he calls it. Whatever. It’s not healthy. You should talk to him. Mary Alexander is already jumping on our backs. The amount of money she has poured into this… She’s waiting for results.”

“I know,” David said.

“Do you? Do you know what kind of woman she is? I’ve seen her past. If we don’t hurry… What if DJ’s nightmares are connected to her anger? She could be killing us in his dreams.”

David left, trying to tune her out Irene’s drama. David had seen the woman’s past as well. Mary Alexander was a tyrant, but a smart one. She’d only kill them if she felt threatened by them.

The bickering doctors’ voices met David at the meeting room door.

“Read this!” Dr. Richards snatched one of the books of Structure history from the table. “Read it carefully so you can see why our civilization failed. Tesen had the power to stop it. He had more power than anyone ever will and—”

“Why don’t we just ask the Eyes of God himself?” DJ interrupted as David handed him his lighter. His sleepy eyes trained on David. The two arguing doctors settled down. Irene came into the room with a curious expression.

“Impossible,” David said. He tried before to reach Tesen, more times than he would admit. Each time it was like staring into a gray abyss. If Tesen didn’t want to be seen, he wouldn’t be. The founder of their people was as powerful dead as he had been alive. In most cases, if a high level prophet looks into the future at a high level historian, the two could hold a conversation across time. In Tesen’s case, anyone who tried to see him in the past were blocked by his power when he didn’t want to be seen.

“If Tesen wanted to communicate, someone would’ve communed with him by now,” David said. It was like he didn’t exist. However, everyone in the Structure knew he did. The Oracle, the leader of their society, was proof of his existence. The Oracle was believed to be the only one Tesen would speak with. “Maybe… one of the past Oracles would let us speak to him.”

“That might work. Which Oracle should we contact?” DJ asked.

“Why not contact the current one?” Irene asked.

“She’s unapproachable for some reason,” DJ said. “She long ago cut herself off from outside contact.”

“Then who would be a good candidate?”

“The last River Oracle might help since he is one of us. Cord was a pretty pleasant Oracle wasn’t he?” Dr. Richards sat down at the table interested.

“I need an item that was once his.” David looked around the vault. The River’s vault in which they worked was filled with old books and artifacts of River’s history and other Structure history. There had to be something of the Oracle Cord in their presence. Cord was from their House after all.

Dr. Richards, Irene, and himself were about to get up from the table to look around for something before Dr. Hester cursed.

“Simpletons.” Dr. Hester called their attention pointing to a book at the center of their table. “Book of prophecy.” That’s right, Cord did write a book of prophecy and it was among many of the books of prophecy that they used in their research.

“Call me a simpleton one more time, Hester, and I’ll cram that Ph.D. down your throat.” Irene tossed her hair back.

DJ laughed. He leaned forward and pushed the old worn book toward David. “Give it a go, Dave.”

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Seers of River – Part 2

Randy: “I like it so far.”

Demon: “You only scratched the surface, idiot, keep reading.”

Randy: “Okay! Okay!”

Angel: “This part adds a bit of history.”

Randy: “Really? Let’s see…”

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Four months. That’s how long David recalled the five of them wasted working together on this project. DJ was the project lead, commanded by the Heads of House River to find information regarding the Oracle. Rumor had it that it was the end of her reign. According to prophecy, ancient and modern, a new leader would be needed. Little else about the prophecy was collected so it was up to the best seers in River to learn the details. Though a bit rough around the edges, the five of them were the best known seers in River, the house of spiritual energy. River seers were renowned for their power in all the Structure – able to see past, present, and/or future events. However, being the best wasn’t advancing their investigation. They were stuck.

David’s ability was to see into the past also known as a historian. No, it didn’t sound glamorous, but to his people he was considered the best and that came with perks. Most of his time was spent in and out of information vaults for the different Houses all over the world working for or hired out by River. Often, he was commissioned by House Blade, the Structure’s military, to do historical work for them since they lacked seers of any kind. He underwent some of their Blade training during his jobs to gain and retain the House’s respect. To the public, who didn’t know about the Structure, he was just a historian… something like a museum curator or whatever sounded good at the time.

Irene and Dr. Richards were also historians. Dr. Richards even had a Ph.D in History. Dr. Hester had a doctorate in archeology, saw modern events in his mind as they were happening, and was an enhancer — able to enhance and sharpen the powers of all those around him. DJ, the doctor of anthropology, was the prophet.

DJ was good… probably the best. His level of power was higher than David’s, which meant he could see the future with near crystal clarity. However, he could only see months into the future, sometimes years. For a prophet, that was excellent. Only the father of their hidden civilization, Tesen, could see beyond years into the future. Tesen whose power was called the Eyes of God, was capable of seeing almost anything and everything he wanted to see no matter the timeline. How the hell could Tesen function properly and keep his mind from going insane with all those visions?

Sometimes recognizing reality was hell for David after a vision. The more resent the past, the better he could see it. The further in the past, the cloudier the images. Only when he could touch a relic of ancient times could he get clear visions connected to the artifact.

That is what made him invaluable. Most historians didn’t get clear visions of ancient history no matter how hard they tried. Historians could usually go back as far as the Egyptians right before the pyramids. However, if he had an artifact of his people before their destruction, David could see remnants of Uni’ki, the birth place of the Structure, the first advanced human civilization. Uni’ki was Atlantis’ mysterious lost city. Going that far back wreaked havoc on David’s energy levels.

The only thing left of Uni’ki were humans with powers who hid among the normal populace, ruling the world in secret, but hiding, nonetheless. A fitting punishment for their people’s past transgressions. Uni’ki proved that unlimited power without proper accountability created a shit-storm of far-reaching consequences.

)()@()(

RbH

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Seers of River – Part 1

Angel: “I think we’re done…”

Demon: “Hell ya! Randy, come here so I can cram this shit up your ass!!”

Randy: “So violent. Ok let me see what you’ve written.”

Demon: “No, bend over so I can start shoving-”

Angel: “There will be no…shoving of our story up any…orfice. Here Randy, please let me know what you think since I doubt Demon cares.”

Demon: “Damn skippy.”

Randy: “Alright, let’s begin…”

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“Open your damn eyes, Richards!”

David listened in to Dr. Hester verbally lambast his colleague.

“How can you blame the father of our society for every human flaw? He wasn’t the first man in existence.” Hester pointed his finger at Dr. Richards’ face. “Tesen practically created us!”

“Yes,” Dr. Richards nodded, sounding unusually calm, “and he had thousands of years to iron out the wrinkles within the Structure, but he didn’t. Instead, he allowed our dysfunction to remain. We could be better than we are, and look at us, a shadow of our former selves, hiding among humans less powerful than us.”

David finished recording his historical findings while the two men continued debating yet another sensitive subject. Tesen was one of the touchiest subjects within the Structure – right along with politics and enlightenment. Tesen was the first known and recorded among humans to develop energy based powers. He was the one who created the foundation of their little dysfunctional society. David agreed with Dr. Hester, despite all the power the man held, he was still just human – imperfectly flawed.

“I give up,” Irene tossed her pen across the table. It skipped from book to book, before the ballpoint rested on a bed of research papers. “Who can concentrate with those two noisy idiots?”

David raised his hand.

“You hardly count. You have that military focus.” Irene sneered, before pushing back from the table. She stood and marched from the room probably to get a cup of coffee.

Because of the two arguing doctors, the team would be up all night once more. Every time Dr. Richards and Dr. Hester got into an argument it set the work back for hours.

Unfortunately, their disagreements were too damn frequent.

Dr. James, or DJ as he liked to be called, came from the lounge with his eyelids flying half-mast. Naptime must be over. He took the cigarette resting behind one ear and slipped it between his lips then patted his jean pockets for his lighter.

Too bad for him, David and Irene hid it under David’s mattress. The man smoked more than he worked. Even if he was irritable without it, the stench pissed off David’s nostrils.

“Fellas,” DJ held up his hands. The doctors silenced. “Calm it down. I want to finish this project before my daughter turns four.”

“Then tell this jackass, he’s wrong!” Dr. Hester shouted.

“Wrong? What proof do you have?” Dr. Richards stood from his seat.

As they started back up again, DJ shuffled across the room, slumped onto his seat at the round table, and landed his head on a history book. Facing David, DJ rubbed his eyes and said, “Go get my lighter, David.”

Damn. Never try to outwit a seer. Especially a prophet. David chuckled, got up from the table, and traveled to his room.

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RbH

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Random Information: Freakin’ Infuriating and Frustrating

RB: “Frustrating! Freakin’ infuriating and frustrating!!” A door slams.

Randy: “Is RB still having issues editing?”

Demon: “No, shit-for-brains, freakin’ infuriating and frustrating is her way of saying life is rosy.”

Randy: “Or it’s RB’s way of practicing alliteration.”

Demon: “Illiterate huh?”

Angel: “Alliteration, like Sally Sells Seashells by the-“

Demon: “Tongue twisters!”

Randy: “Yes, most tongue twisters are alliteration. A string of words that start with similar sounds to form a phrase or sentence. Some are silly like: Wet whales wallow in water. Some are more serious like: The lamp light lit the dark. Most often alliterations are prominent in poems or in literature heavy with prose.”

Angel: “And tongue twisters.”

Demon: “Great! More random shit you decided to just shove in my face.”

Randy: “Hello!! MY NAME IS RANDOM NESS! Now get back to writing your story. We ain’t got forever.”

Demon: “How about I show you forever?”

Angel: “sigh This story’s never gonna get written.”

Rbh

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Random Information: The Biographer

Angel: “I allowed you a few illicit words and violence, Demon! No more!”

Demon: “Geez, you’re such a prude. I’m only asking for one more graphic scene dammit!”

Angel: “No. Get off my back about it!”

Randy: “Soooo… Still not finished with that story yet?”

Demon: “Shut the hell up and wait over there!”

Randy: “Nasty bitch.” Clears his throat, “Hello all! As you can see Angel babe and Demon goat are still fighting over their story. RB is deep into her book. And I’m bored. So I thought: Why not introduce you all to RB’s least favorite imaginary character: The Biographer. Hi, The Biographer!”

The Biographer: “Good day, Mr. Random Ness.”

Randy: “You can just call me Randy. Hmmm… Can I just call you Miss Bio?”

Miss Bio: “No. My name is The Biographer. You will call me accordingly.”

Randy: “I’m starting to see why RB doesn’t like you.”

Miss Bio: “No. I doubt you do. RB does not appreciate my talents because I must wade through her life which she keeps most private. Once I get vital pieces for her biography I open it out to the world. Unfortunately, pulling RB’s life story from her has proven fruitless. You can read my utmost failure in About RB.”

Randy: “Too bad RB fights you every step of the way.”

Miss Bio: “Precisely. It is unnerving to not complete the task to which I was created. However, I shall endeavor to rectify this problematic situation.”

Randy: “How when RB has a habit of erasing unsavory characters?”

Miss Bio: “Yes well… know thy enemy. I will become her best friend and pry what I can while getting away with little by little. In due time, I will prevail.”

Randy: “Or be terminated. Good luck to you, Miss Bio.”

Miss Bio: “My name is The Biographer.”

Randy: “Hey Angel! Demon! Wanna take bets on how long this biographer will last?”

Demon: “My twenty bucks says one month!”

Angel: “I don’t gamble. But if I did…”

Miss Bio: “How incredibly rude. I’m standing before you.”

Randy: “Would you prefer we do this behind your back? Then turn around.”

RbH

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Random Information: Quotation Violation

Randy: “Hi! Random Ness here, your friendly neighborhood source of random bits of information. While RB is writing her book and Angel and Demon are fighting over their story-“

Angel: “NO! Absolutely not!!”

Demon: “Dammit, just a little torture. Not even a whole scene!”

Angel: “No!”

Randy: “I’m going to offer you, the reading audience whom I love, with some facts you might find interesting. Did you know that a quotation — not the mark — are words extracted from a speech, book, movies, among other sources? Quotations, or quotes for short, are often used by researchers, writers, and/or students in their work, papers, and documents to add legitimacy to their findings, or to support an argument.

WOW, that was a mouthful!!

Remember this: A quote used in any form whether fiction or non-fiction, should always give credit to the original author/speaker of said quote. To not do so is a no-no. You not only disrespect the quote’s originator, but yourself. I cry just thinking about it *sniff*. You will be known as a *gasp* plagiarizer! Or a word-thief as I like to call it. Violating copyright laws *tsk, tsk* FOR SHAME!!

George A Moore once said

“Taking something from one man and making it worse is plagiarism.”

Demon: “Randy, shut the hell up! You’re talking too damn much!!”

Randy: *sigh* “That’s all for now…he’s such a punk.”

RbH

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