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From: "Bombadil Goh" <biichan@shadowlady.com>
To: "Dave Menard" <menard5078@rogers.com>; "FFML" <ffml@anifics.com>
Sent: Friday, February 07, 2003 8:15 PM
Subject: Re: [FFML] [Hellsing][xover][fanfic] The League: Gathering
I will happily accept any and all forms of C+C, public,
private or
skywritten. Even if it's merely to say "good job" or
"this sucks."
Very well, good job, this does NOT suck... ^_-
Thank you.
I shall strive to guess all the origins of your cameos and
named characters.
Bonus brownie points will be awarded to those cunning and
observant readers
who can identify the series of origin for all of the
named characters. (No
points for Hellsing charas ~_^) The first person to
accurately identify
every character will, in addition to all those nifty
brownie points, receive
a lovingly handcrafted CG image of their anime character
of choice.
Not gonna get all of 'em... but I'll try... ^__^
Good show, old bean.
The tall man announced himself to the stony-faced
attendant, who nodded in
acknowledgement
and took his proffered hat and coat.
"The Minister is in the Red Room, sir."
"Thank you, Cedric," the tall man responded, and made
Don't tell me Cedric is a named character... ^_^;;;
No, not really. ~_^
<snip>
Brigadier... hmmm, need to look at his name to make the
guess.
A sigh, and then- "I'm afraid, Alistair, that what
which we feared has come
to pass."
Ahhh... Brigadier Alistair from 'Doctor Who'.
Lethbridge-Stewart.
Yeap, it's the Brigadier, can't quite place Minister
James, thou... ^_^;;;
1 Brownie point awarded.
Unflinching, he addressed her levelly. "Sergeant Celas
Victoria, late of
the Metropolitan Police,
also late of the now-defunct Protestant Knightly Order of
Hellsing." Her
eyes widened in shock, then flared
redly in angry and, he thought, not a little fear.
Celas of 'Helsing' fame, I guess... ^_^;;;
Yes, but no points there, as warned. (The title's in the subject header, so
it's too easy)
A sudden stillness filled the chamber, broken only by
the *shick-clack* of
empty magazines being
exchanged for fresh ones and rasping sound of her heavy
breathing. Across a
seemingly-bottomless chasm
stood a colossal golden idol of the Hindu Goddess of
Destruction, her six
black-skinned arms frozen as
though in the midst of a dance. Beneath the idol's
necklace of human skulls,
sat a trio of roughly ovoid
golden crystals, glowing softly as though lit from
within.
Crystals and statue are from
'Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom', ditto with the
temple and the Thuggee cultists.
1 Brownie point awarded, even though strictly speaking that's not a
'character'.
"Onward, dobbin," Lady Croft said jauntily, pausing only
to drape a thin
blanket across her
shattered, useless legs. The pair swept out of the room
and back into the
main house.
The one and only Lara Croft from Tomb Raider... and
evident from the Glock hand cannons and jump... ^_-
1 brownie point awarded
<snip>
The man with the umbrella chuckled. "One did, Alistair,
one did. And now
she rests next to him."
He cleared his throat and blinked away a stray tear,
placing his bowler hat
firmly on his head as he did so.
"So, what brings you out here today, old friend?"
The Brigadier clapped a hand firmly on his shoulder.
"Mr. Steed, you're
needed."
John Steed... ^_^
Avengers! Pity about Ms Peel, thou... lung cancer is nasty
business.
1 brownie point awarded. And who says it was Emma? ^_^
<snip>
The Brigadier didn't answer, but instead walked slowly
towards the inmate,
maintaining eye
contact all the while. He crouched down beside the
straightjacketed man, and
softly spoke: "Agent 006-"
Oh no... not 'The Prisoner'?...
"I AM NOT A NUMBER! I AM A FREE MAN!!" the madman
shrieked, springing to
his feet and
bowling over the Brigadier.
Yeap... it's the Prisoner...
1/2 brownie point awarded. Who *else* is he?
"Not so," the Brigadier responded. "A letter of
resignation was found in
your luggage, but it was
never posted. You were captured, tortured, drugged-"
Most definately confirmed now...
Their target was a deportee, being shipped to highly
secure custody from
Edwards Air Force Base
in Nevada. A wanted criminal in several nations, he was
the final member of
their team to be recruited. He
had driven a hard bargain, but his talents were
necessary, and Her Majesty's
government had neither the
leverage nor the ability to secure the services of any
equally talented
individual not already in custody.
hmmm... a US criminal...
No, an English criminal captured in the US.
Several hours later, the stealth plane arrived. Large
men in dark fatigues
bearing no insignia of
rank or country disembarked, leading a man in manacles
and a gag. Triumph
glinted wickedly in the
prisoner's dark eyes as the muzzle-like gag was
unbuckled.
Hannibal Lector?
Eek! Good Lord, no.
"Ethan Rayne?" The Brigadier asked sternly.
Ethan... Rayne... errr... it can't be the dude from Buffy:
Vampi Slayer...
1 brownie point awarded. Good job.
"Yes, that's me old chap," the dark eyed man answered
with a grin,
displaying clean white teeth.
He had middling-dark hair worn brushed straight back,
receding slightly at
the temples. With a patrician
nose, high forehead and expressive eyebrows, he seemed
puckish and charming
to Victoria, rather than the
dangerous man he was supposed to be.
Oh dear... It is Ethan, the bloody bugger... is
Ripper(Rupert Giles) going to make an appearance as well
as the Watchers and Slayers?
Only obliquely, if at all.
<snip>
flipped a tiny switch on the black box
the soldier had handed to him, and Rayne shrieked,
clutching his head and
convulsing in agony. The
Brigadier let this go on for thirty seconds, then
released the switch. Rayne
immediately stopped convulsing
Heh, Ethan got chipped... just like muffin... err... I
mean Spiky did! ^_^
Yep. When last we saw Ethan, he was being carted off to Area 51 by the
Initiative. Maggie Walsh's program has not been 100% abandoned.
Inside one such hidden location, reachable only by
means of a
seemingly-obsolescent grille-faced
lift, were sealed the buried secrets of Britannia. The
Ahhh... kind of like the place where they're storing the
'Ark of Covernent' in the states, I take it... ^_-
chamber, -twice as
long as a regulation football pitch
with vaulted ceilings two storeys high- was indifferently
lit by banks of
incandescent light fixtures so old
they might have been shipped from Menlo Park under the
supervision of Edison
himself. In a far corner
lurked the blackened outer hull of a pepperpot-shaped
alien cyborg,
oooh... a Dalek from 'Doctor Who'
Yep. Not a brownie point question, but good job, anyway.
cobwebbed like a forgotten suit of
knightly armour abandoned in the dreary halls of a
crumbling castle. Inside
a locked glass case, cloudy with
over a century's worth of dust, sat a small lump of
unremarkable ore, beside
a yellowed label inscribed with
the legend "Cavorite". On a coat rack hung a brown
Cavorite... erm... why do I get an image of H.G. Wells?
Hee. It was also (one of) the MacGuffin(s) in Alan Moore's "League of
Extraodinary Gentlemen".
Victorian overcoat and
deer stalker hat, worn and
frayed; propped up next to it, a cracked and worn violin
Sherlock Holmes?
Yep. Too damn easy.
case. In a rank of
glassed-in cabinets, strange and
disturbing forms could be half-glimpsed through the dirty
glass; humanoid
lizards labelled "Silurian",
Star Trek novel... the lizards men descended from
dinorsaurs? errr... hmmm... or... hang on... are this
lizardmen from Doctor Who? I seem to vaguely remember
lizardmen in Doctor Who... ^_^;;;
Yes, the Silurians are from Doctor Who.
vegetable abominations labelled "Triffids", even a
ah yes... 'Day of the Triffids', a good classic novel,
that one.
And a very unintentionally funny TV series. (Eeek! It's the attack of the
giant clacking wobbly plastic orchids! Run away!)
doughy, brain-like mass
the size of a pony labelled
"Martian". Closer to the lift doors stood an affair of
bwahahahahahaha. 'World of the Worlds' is included as
well.
I think you meant "War of the Worlds", but yes.
tarnished brass,
rusty wrought iron and cracked leather
upholstery, seemingly the demented offspring of a cotton
ginny and a
horseless carriage. Looking closer,
one could still see the faint traces of claw marks on the
front faring, next
oh no....
to the brass placard bearing the
outrageous claim that the contraption was some sort of
"Time Machine".
'The Time Machine' by H. G. Wells... how could you?
Yes, but you'll never guess who *really* invented it in this ficton...
A shut, oak-panelled portal stood on the opposite wall
>from the lift, faint
light spilling from
beneath the door. On the other side was a salon that
would not have looked
out of place inside the famed
Diogenes club. The wall held a collection of small
rectangular-framed
portraits in ink, oil and
daguerreotype, bearing names such as the Reverend Doctor
Synn, Sir Alan
I can't place Syn... Alan Quartermain is somewhat famous.
Having books, Novels, comics based on him... heck, he
shows up in the comic that's being released in comic
stores 'The League of Extraordinary People', a very
interesting comic, it is. featuring quite a number of
'fictional' characters and assuming that they are real...
and the martians are there as well... ^___^;;;
Dr. Synn was "The Scarecrow", a highwayman/hero. See the Disney movie of the
same name. The photos also made an appearance in the LoEG.
<snip>
The only person who even approached this description is
'The Master' from Doctor Who... but even so... it can't be
him...
Heheheheheheh.... Can't it?
"Plastic surgery and coloured contacts, then?" Lara
asked. "What about his
fingerprints? If
Thompkins was a paramedic, surely his prints were on file
with the San
Francisco emergency services."
Unless all this Bruce Thompkins stuff is just a red
herring you're throwing at us...
No-oo....
a remarkably high rate of turnover, even for media
industries. Additionally,
there is a noticeably higher
statistical rate of employee alcoholism, suicide, drug
addiction and
on-the-job injuries in Portsreeve
ouch... perhaps a mazoku or some such demon has been set
loose on those poor employees?
That would be telling.
companies. Individuals in our employ who are known
'sensitives' report a
crushing spiritual malaise
surrounding any Portsreeve building, especially those
built or remodelled
since the beginning of the
decade.
Hmmms...you make Portsreeve sound like a demon type
being...
Remember Clarke's law...
"Furthermore, many of Portsreeve's associates are
individuals that we've had
our eyes on for some
time. Persons with unusual proclivities, strange talents,
and disturbing
interests. The architect responsible
for the uniform design of Portsreeve buildings, both
inside and out, is one
Constant Drache-" Rayne inhaled
sharply. "You have something to add, Mr. Rayne?"
Ditto with Constant Drache... no sodding clue as well...
but given the way Ethan seems to know and fear him... not
good. Unless he's a descendent from the 'Constantine' line
from 'Hellblazer'...
Nope. Although he'd fit right in in Constantine's England.
"John, I'd have to agree," Steed added, his tone
conciliatory. "I once met a
gentleman by the name
of Crow, oh, 'round about ten years or so ago, who showed
me a thing or two,
things which I can scarcely
credit to this day. "
John didn't meet the revelant known as 'The Crow' as
played by Brandon Lee in the movie, 'The Crow'... did he?
Nope. Not THE Crow, a Mr. Crow.
The Brigadier rubbed his temple. "No more than is to be
expected, Sir
James. As agreed, I did not
mention the stolen items."
'stolen' items? why do I have a bad feeling here?
The Minister's voice was cold. "Brigadier, this is not
up for debate. *I*
will determine when that
information is made available, and at this moment, your
team does not need
to know."
Sir James as an older 007, James Bond, perhaps?
1 Brownie point awarded. The idea of a retired Bond being knighted and
running England's intelligence services was inspired by David Niven in
"Casino Royale".
<Snip>
A very unpleasant smile grew on Derek Portsreeve's
face. "Well, well,
Captain Metcalfe," he
addressed the unconcious man. "You may prove to be
useful. Very useful
indeed..."
Captain Metcalfe... the invincible Captain Scarlet? damn
if I know... but the name invokes in me images of puppets
ala Thunderbirds...
1 Brownie point awarded
But Portsreeve seems like a right bastard ala The Master.
Ooh, you're very close. The name is a clue, and so is the actor playing him.
Ah well... I guess I won't be getting the CG art piece
then... ^_^;;;
No, but a fine effort nonetheless.
I do hope to see more of this Sir Menard.
Yours,
Bombadil
Glad you enjoyed it, Sir Bombadil. Cheerio!
Dave Menard
"Cthulhu, I Choose You!"
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