David fell on the floor in a heap. "Holy shit." David whimpered.
David got up, dusted himself off and shouted into the kitchen. "I didn't say you were! And Hataki just threatened to pump your body full of electricity! Why are you getting mad at me?!"
Tasha popped his head out from the door, his normal, kind smile back on his face, [sub]"Who's mad? Its no good to become mad with power. Also I've got quite a resistance to electricity."[/sub] He held out his arm. [sub]"This is the twelfth version of this arm you know. Though I am very sorry to have frightened you. Plus I figured I'd have more of an effect on you."[/sub] His smile was genuine. [sub]"I am sorry though. I did lose my temper. I'll have to ask you not to make jokes like calling me target practice though. I heard enough of that in grade school. Oh before I go back, Earl grey, right?"[/sub] He retreated back into the kitchen.
Tasha finished the tea with remarkable speed and brought them out, [sub]"I couldn't remember what Hataki liked so I made plain black tea for her. Please have some."[/sub] Tasha sighed and looked as if he wanted to say something but decided against it.
Snapping out of her state of anger, Hataki started to rub two spots on her forehead each about 3 in from the center of it. "God, i've got a mind splitting head ache. they've been getting worse for the past few weeks, ever since i found out about the little excursion to the underworld. also thanks for the tea." She took a sip while the cup was steaming hot. "a little bit too cold." heating the cup up to near boiling point with electricity, she took another sip. "perfect."
But we don't know how he sees the underworld in this. He may see it as the Classical version, all segmented and holding everything from perfect people to the worst of society. Or it could be the standard Christian one with fire and lava everywhere.
I'd prefer it to be the Greek Underworld, but wouldn't object to the Dante's Inferno version either. And by that, I mean the actual book version, not the version in the game.
The Discworld one would be nice. But if we get caught then we spend eternity listening to the demons reading out the Health and Safety wavers for the punishments...
But that's pretty much what hell is. There is varying concepts of it, sure, but it's pretty much the same thing.
Personally, I really don't care what Fishtie's version will be like. As long as it's fun, nothing else matters.
The way i picture this hell: like the surface, civilized to a point, all the demons goblins etc, etc. live there like the humans on surface all the damned souls are forced into slave labor for them.
I picture it as a gaming centre with loads of boothes with consoles in. But there are ONLY PS3s! I joke.
ANyway, off to my Grandparents today so I won't be back till later on in the evening. My intuition tells me that he would probably update the story at aroung 10-11AM GMT.
I'm really sorry about not posting. Unfortunately I was having internet problems for a while, but they should be fixed now. Thank you for all staying with this for so long, I'll do everything I can to get things moving again.
Lola, who had all this time been sitting back and enjoying her own tea, had been listening. Finally stirring a bit she said. "So then, it sounds like you are all quite earnest about going to Erebus." She seemed to think for a moment. "Well how does this sound?"
She got up. "I'm not really supposed to interfere much with humans, but how about in response to answering my riddle I'll take you to the entrance?" She began to leave slowly. "All though I guess I'll give you the riddle while we walk."
"Oh! but first." She stopped and a pen and small sheet of paper seemed to float towards her. Taking one in each front paw she wrote something quickly considering they weren't actually hands. "Here you go. For the tea, it was very good." She said as she handed the paper to Tasha with a smile.
On the paper, in surprisingly good cursive was written 'Lola Sphinx' followed by a tiny sketch of a sphinx.
The door to the principle's office slammed open and the librarian, an older kindly woman, burst in gasping for air.
Ms. Thenardier was watching out a window with her back tot he door. Several stories below a few kids loudly enjoyed a game of baseball in the A7 courtyard. Ms. Thenardier didn't even turn around from watching the game. "Ms. Antig. It's not like you to run."
"It's one of the... books. It's gone." Ms. Antig gasped out as she caught her breath.
Ms. Thenardier turned around and rigidly sat down at her desk. "I assume you don't just mean any normal book." She seemed as distant and unflappable as ever.
"It's The Yellow Book." These words were clearly enough to cause even Ms. Thenardier's eyes to widen slightly in concern. "And the Archive can't find it, so it's already gone. Only students and staff have been in the library lately too."
Ms. Thenardier had no doubt that everything said was correct. "And all the students are on campus right now." The principle added on. "Except..." Her words died away as her eyes fell on the report of the group being disciplined.
Suddenly Ms. Thenardier pressed a button and spoke harshly into the small microphone on her desk. The words blared out over the P.A. system. "Mr. Archer, Mr. Kent come to my office at once."
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