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 Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 9:08 pm
Previously46 Mother Superior was more than ready to rid herself of Gore. It shouldn't take the lab much longer to finish combining these two. She thought to herself impatiently as she watched the report on the fight over at Channel Q fuzz out into the land of technical difficulties, What were they doing with the sample anyways, choosing his eye color? Down in the lab, the geneticist nuns working on combining the Rib of Adam and Dust of Eve chromosomes strands were, in fact, doing just that. Thye color would be blue, Mother Joanna, a huge fan of S Morgensterns' great works of adventure, piracy, kidnapping, weddings and swordplay, went further and declared that his eyes shall be "the color of the sea after a storm." To this cliche description the other nuns groaned, but all agreed that it was a lovely color so fine, they'd keep it. Meanwhile, elsewhere in the monastery walls, dirty work was a foot, and attached to that foot was Don the Baptist, who was thoroughly not enjoying having said foot roasted over hot coals. It was a sensation at once painful and ticklish (those of us who have been tickled know that the two can be distinguished from each other in terms of actually damage, but are both equally annoying). This wasn't exactly the worst torture these infernal nuns had put him through, but it was the one that sent him over the edge nonetheless. And so it was that two pieces of very good news entered Mother Superior's office around the time that a pantsless newscaster was being censored. The formula was prepared for Gore's cloner, and Lex Lutheran's current position was known. Not only known, but close by. Looking, ironically, over the exact cemetery in which her last nemesis of caliber was interred. For the first time in a while, Mother Superior felt at rest, even the whispers had stopped for now.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 2:31 pm
Previosuly46 Mother Superior had two things on her desk before her, one was the Confession given by Don the Baptist (along with the terms for his release_), the other was one of those manila folders from intelligence. She read Don's confession first. Don the Baptist Fine, fine, you got me. This is what I know: Lex Lutheran is in town recruiting for some sort of new super army to replace his former henchmen who, like yours truly, have an unfortunate knack for getting caught by yous guys. He has been here for some time, masquerading as a philanthropist, of all things, named Doctor Jones. He's here with the infamous mad scientologist, N. Ron Herbeard. This man is fantastically dangerous. He has manufactured the Doctor Jones persona, and is with him constantly, playing the part of chauffeur, in order to make sure that Lex doesn't break character or ruin his make-up. I recommend that you either kill this man from far off or steer completely away from him. Contact with N. Ron Herbeard will change you completely. He's got a whole set of chemicals that will permanently destroy your sanity. This is also a key ingredient in this new army of Lex's, apparently. For instance, as far as your little genetic experiment goes (yes, we've known about this for some time, in fact "Doctor Jones" was adamant about finding a summer home on Tower Down cemetery so as to watch you exhumation of the late Father Bob) Lex wishes to use Herbeard's chemicals to turn your creation into a mindless servant. Now then, i've told you all you want to hear, let's talk about my retirement package. Mother superior read on about Don's placement in the Order's own protective custody program, how he would be instated in a baptist church in the town of Bethlehem's Lot, Maine where he would be watched by the local chapter and all that. Fortunately since this has little to do with the plot at hand, the details of this particular agreement will be omitted. Instead, we turn, along with Mother Superior, to the manila folder, sent up from intelligence, on this false doctor, Jones. Doctor Jones' Dossier  Name:(Doctor) Jonathan Jones Degree: PhD Materials Engineering, PhD Electrical Engineering, PhD Computer Science (Honorary), MIT. Occupation: Philanthropist, Venture Capitalist Current Age: Sixty-two DoB: Dec 6 Know Attributes: The Doctor uses a cane since he appears to have a bum leg. no such ailment is known in the case of Lex Lutheran, so this likely just a ploy in order to throw us off and obtain handicapped parking spaces. The fiend! Other: Not much can be found on this mysterious character, in keeping with the fact that is an alias of Lex Lutheran. He claims to be a philanthropist, yet there is nothing on record betraying large donations, or even helping individuals. This is not in keeping with the udual philanthropist MO, as they are usually famous badasses with hearts of gold like Paul Newman, or self-interested assholes trying to make a name for themselves as good people, like Bono. He is undeniably rich, as is Lex Lutheran. There is no record of him ever having hair. He has been seen in contact with Mitch Ablebody, a local caterer whose person is acquainted with our Mother Superior, and his Chauffeur, but no one else. His bio speaks of secret government projects and Communist spies, which are convenient in the fact that they can not be discussed, and for the most part do not lead to the kind of fabulous wealth that our subject enjoys. Interestingly enough, though, MIT does have a record of his degrees and his attendance at their Cambridge Campus. However, these could be plants. It is of the professional opinion of the Intelligence Office that this is an obvious alias of Mr. Lex Lutheran. Caution in approaching the case is advised, however, pending a file on N. Ron Herbeard. Mother Superior put the file down. She could afford to be patient, she knew where Lutheran was, and he didn't know she did. She also had a genetic formula to examine and a villainous politician to woo. While intelligence prepared their report on N. Ron Herbeard, she would finally create the one weapon that the Catholic Church had been looking for for two millennia.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 1:03 pm
47 "Gods she drives me crazy." Mother Naomi Vica commented to her guest, as Mother Superior skipped by with the knowledge that everything was going her way at last. "Look at her, skipping through the halls as though she's on top of the world. If only I could take her down right now." "Calm down." the man said, and by the power of his voice she felt much calmer. "You're right, Mik." Naomi conceded, "It will much more fun to watch her fall all the way from the top. It's just a little tough for me to be patient, it's not in my nature, you know." "I know, but patience is my nature." Mik Lugubri replied, calmly. "And so far it has payed off, do you not agree?" "I know it has, and I thank you again for your work at the WHAM. Narine represented a great threat to my ascension." "Not at all." Mik offered. "After all, 'all that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.' I believe Edmund Burke once said that." "I think it was actually from Boondock Saints, but no matter." Mother Superior skipped down to her white Miata and drove to Gore's Manor with a smile on her face, completely oblivious to the fall that was being plotted behind her.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 1:11 pm
Previously51 As she laid out the battle plans for the attack on Jone's Summer Cottage, Mother Superior was surprised to see how enthusiastic that vicious thorn in her side, Mother Vica, was. It almost made her wonder if the b***h knew something she didn't, but she let it slide telling herself that Vica had just been a pain because she was stir crazy. Once she got some action she'd calm down a bit. As it happens, this was an entirely wrong assessment of the situation. Vica was enthusiastic because the impending failure of this attack on Lex Lutheran would be the ultimately exploitable downfall of the ruinous Mother Superior Catherine Flavius who, in her mind, did not deserve the title. This was the first of several such planned failures for Catherine. Now that the new Police Commissioner had that Aires b*****d under her finger, success was a guarantee. The boss would never forgive that poor kid for leading his best lieutenant astray. Catherine finished the battle plans, had a copy delivered to Gore's manor for the minions to study, and went straight to training her troops. The attack would be in a week, but it was never too early to prepare. Besides, Catherine was positive that there could be no information leak. No Mother could ever betray her organization to Lex Lutheran. There was, it seemed, no end to how wrong Mother Superior could be, for as soon as the battle planning meeting came to a close, no fewer than three nuns betrayed her organization in such a way. Only one of them, however, knew she was doing it. Mother Naomi Vica was becoming angry with the idea of voicemail, as her contact failed to pick up the phone again. "Dammit," she cursed to no one in particular, "Where are you Herbeard?" With N. Ron unreachable, she would have to go all the way to the top. She didn't like the fact that she had to go through that mad scientologist anyway, there was no reason for Lex to trust him more than her. He was close to outliving his usefulness too. Just three more and they'd have a full set. "Hello." She said once the line connected, "This is Invidia. I need to speak to the boss." After several telephonic transfers, she heard the sweet sound of his voice, so full of hatred it was inspiring. After the admonishment was finished, she began her piece. "Well Lex, I'll tell you why the ******** I'm calling you. It seems the incredible Mr. Dash is too good to pick up his phone, and I have a few things to tell you... That's right... Where the heck is he anyway? ... On assignment? Doing What? Recruiting? ... Figures. Well, anyway it's next week, and it should go perfectly to plan... You already knew that? But how? ... Yes I think I need to know... Fine! I do have something they don't know, though. It's about a certain exchange student here. He may be instrumental in the case of Peter... Peter, as in Matthew 16:18? You know, the Rock? Stone! ... You're right, it was very obscure. Sorry, sir, I won't try to be funny from now on. At any rate..." She continued to fill him in on the subject whilst deep in the catacombs, the latest participant in the Monastery's dungeon exchange program (Slogan: "See the world; feel its pain.") was recovering from a nasty whipping. He recovered in a significantly different way from most people.
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