......~~The Come-to-Jenovah Meetin' is Called to Order~~.......
It was Muckles who interrupted next.
She cackled evilly, while still gently holding Tibbs. Her eyes squinted and she glared at the Splitter.
"If ya want what's under here
, then ya'd best be under there
, unlatchin' the Damned Door. And you betcha, bub, I mean Damned Door with a
capital D. Twice. And italic emphasis. Got it? My man here is done playin' games with you. We want to settle down, and your shenanigans are
interFERing with that obJECTive."
The Splitter shrugged, his expression screamed out his feeling of violated-aesthetics. "Sometimes I wonder why you don't try to ....you know...." He
waved his hands at her visage, up and down "...clean up your act a little. You've got a spitfire personality, and talent, but sheesh
you make the package a little more approachable? For his sake, even?"
Now he pointed at Tibbs. 'Well, I guess he ain't all that much of a booby prize anyway."
"That all you got?!!" shouted Neno, and the rest of them jumped. "Insultin' people's looks
?!! You need to shut the hell up and git under thet
thar door afore anythin' happens to my FRIENDS
." The acoustics in the hut made his anger echo like the very roar of a lion. And then, from
below the door he heard a reponse.
An answering roar of compatriotism, a snarl of the most threatening kind.
Neno grinned. He pulled another cigar out of his pocket and bit off the end, which he spit at the Splitter pronouncedly, rather than off to the side
in his usual manner of "gentility."
"Heh. Ha ha ha....I see. It ain't jest Dag 'n' the Doc, is it? It's mah kitty, too." His lips stretched into a grin so wide that his eyes squinted.
His fingers twitched at his bullet belt, itching for action.
He stepped closer to the Splitter and towered over him, deliberately breathing his cigar-breath into the being's face, whose sensibilities naturally
distorted his features into another "violated-aesthetics" grimace. He now stood between Muckles and the Splitter, and quick as a snake strike, his
itchy hand shot out and grabbed the being by the neck. And don't you dare
try that disappearin' act with me.
" His voice was quiet --
indeed deadly quiet in the most threatening way. He added then, "Bub."
The Splitter gulped and wondered how this hick and the other bug-eyed fella were able to grasp him, to capture him, when with everyone else he could
simply vaporize, or shape-shift.
" Now, yer gonna open that door, and when ya do, yer still gonna be standing there, got it?" He tightened his grip and lifted the spindly being off
the floor, pushing him up against the wall opposite the exit.
Just then, a loud CRASH
interrupted the silence and broken planks, splinters, and nails flew up as though spit from a very volcano. Every eye
in the room shut and was first covered by a protective forearm, then, once the din died and the debris clattered to rest on the floor, then opened
slowly. BIAD's face showed his smile.
He smiled and smiled, and his wig started writhing. "Sslar! Kitty, where you been?" He said and sashayed over to the cat who was crouched in
pounce-mode, snarling at the Splitter, her ears pinned back flat on her green head, licking her chops.
Neno motioned for the Tibbs and Muckles to join her in a tight group surrounding the Spltter. Then he set the being down. "Ah'd not be messin' with
mah cat, junior. Looks like she ain't been fed right fer a bit."
He stuck the still un-lit cigar into Tibb's side pocket and patted it. "Hang on ta that fer me, hey? I'm goin' after our friends, and then we're
getting the hell outta this damn place." He looked once more at the Splitter and shook his head in disgust.
"I got plenty better places to spend ma time than here with the likes a y'all trouble-makin' malcontents." And with that he turned toward the opening
and peered down into the dark passageway. "C'mon BIAD, let's go give 'em hell."
Further down the passage, still in the water, Ben strained to hear the low voices that were audible after the loud crash.
"That cat's a real piece o' work," he muttered to no one in particular. When he heard neno's voice say faintly c'mon BIAD
, he grinned.
"Oh boy," he said. "Well, this ain't exactly zombies and Bransom, but I bet it'll be dang near jest as thrillin'. Y'all ready?"
Dag and Adam nodded at him. Death, Pandora, and Charon exchanged glances. Pandora's was one of a woman scorned...Death's was glowing with pride and
anticipation, and Charon's mouth twitched. Squibbs' light turned green, and Skinny stood to attention with a salute.
"Here we go," said Gert. "The portal's opened. And our boy has arrived. Or rather, our boys
. Your brother, and my neno. Guess he found his way
back from the badlands. Too bad Lancelot ain't here for the festivities, though. And why the Raven Mocker bailed I cain't figger. It was a lot his
"Shush, will you?!!" hissed Pandora. Gert did, and crossed her arms in front of her indignantly. Her lip stuck out in a pout that had no effect
whatsoever on anyone. Squibbs' light rotated like a disco ball.
Skinny muttered, "Eye-rolling is considered impolite." out of the side of his mouth, his golden head tipped slightly over.
Pandora just waved an irritated hand toward the droids, still focusing on her hearing, her eyes glazed over.
What none of them knew was that the Raven Mocker had done no such thing. Nor were they aware, above ground or below, was that Brittle was
present, outside the hut. Around his neck dangled the Raven-Mocker amulet.
It was the last item needed for the desired outcome, but he would have to be confronted by the U-man and his friends. His transgressions at Avalon had
not yet been punished. And the Raven Mocker had some business with Ben to take care of.
As far as Brittle was concerned, though, the mists of Avalon were still firmly in place. He was not about to go into the hut now, however, not while
all those folks were hovering around the trapdoor that led to the portal. So he found a seat on a nearby stump, and waited. Once these folks finished
up their business, they'd leave, and then he'd enter and he would sing the mantra that Dag had heard in the apple-blossom canyon, which he now knew,
and all would be well. Both Portals would be opened, and his rightful place as heir to the Western hemisphere's Avalon franchise would be formally
Of course, he
was unaware that Gia/Dag and Arthur/Adam were anywhere nearby, and any thought of his transgression with Guinevere so long ago
(and the wrong done to Arthur, that BIAD had warned him must be righted), was the furthest thing from his mind.
That would soon change.
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