RE: Wizard Battles
06-04-2017, 11:17 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-04-2017, 11:43 AM by Sunspider.)
When the invite found it's way onto my desk, I barely knew what to make of it. "Wizard Battles"? I'm a Private Invoker, chum. Got a reputation to maintain, and precious little time for some "Once Every Thousand Years" Hoodoo Jamborie. Of course, once I laid eyes on the prize... a treasure, from the vault of the Wizard? As in THE Wizard Wizard? Well, it's not every day an opportunity like that just falls into your lap. A gal in my line of work would have to be a regular dunderhead to pass that up, Magical Malarkey or no.
And so, after shelling out a few clams for a ticket to New Wiz, that's where I find myself. Surrounded by a Magic Circus worth of wizarding weirdos. One looks to be dragging a whole brass band behind 'em. It's quite a sight, let me tell you. But of course, I'm not here for giggles. This is all business. Access to the Wizard's vault could crack the Copperfield case wide open, and with any lu|
Hearing an unfamiliar voice, Sam looks up from the rune-covered typewriter hovering in front of her. She greets the newcomer with a quick tip of her Wizard Fedora, and a half-smile that turns into a wince, as a blast from a trombone echoes around the room.
"Hey there, stranger. Afraid you caught me working on my Mlog. That's short for Magic Blog. Which is short for Magic Web Log. I don't think that's short for anything, so thankfully we should be at the bottom of that conversational Matryoshka Doll. And, before you ask, I write about crime. Wizard Crime. And Wizard Crime never sleeps, so neither do dedicated mloggers such as yours truly. But surely, you didn't come over here to listen to me flap my gums about all that. Sam McGraw, at your service. And you are...?"
And so, after shelling out a few clams for a ticket to New Wiz, that's where I find myself. Surrounded by a Magic Circus worth of wizarding weirdos. One looks to be dragging a whole brass band behind 'em. It's quite a sight, let me tell you. But of course, I'm not here for giggles. This is all business. Access to the Wizard's vault could crack the Copperfield case wide open, and with any lu|
(06-04-2017, 04:20 AM)ICantGiveCredit Wrote: »Swizzlesticks mistakes the direction of the sound of the Tim Allen Grunt and says "hello" to the Film Noirzar.
"It's a pleasure to meet yew."
Hearing an unfamiliar voice, Sam looks up from the rune-covered typewriter hovering in front of her. She greets the newcomer with a quick tip of her Wizard Fedora, and a half-smile that turns into a wince, as a blast from a trombone echoes around the room.
"Hey there, stranger. Afraid you caught me working on my Mlog. That's short for Magic Blog. Which is short for Magic Web Log. I don't think that's short for anything, so thankfully we should be at the bottom of that conversational Matryoshka Doll. And, before you ask, I write about crime. Wizard Crime. And Wizard Crime never sleeps, so neither do dedicated mloggers such as yours truly. But surely, you didn't come over here to listen to me flap my gums about all that. Sam McGraw, at your service. And you are...?"