Halp! Halp! Ok, I feel really bad to post here this Wortmonstrum (3000 +). ^ ^ * (If no time / energy has to read this here, I understand that totally.) But I'm working here for so long turn, and I'll still crazy. I'm working on a longer
The Three Investigators Genfic - mysterious case, and everything. And somehow I always gets the second chapter to a massive single Infodump. .> \u0026lt;"I can not get through it better, and I do not know if there is a problem or not interested in what I would?
+ Is there anyway to read fairly interesting
Have + the characters a voice, or all sound the same?
+ Returns the narrative make any sense? I do not know anymore. o_O
I can tolerate criticism and am not really sensitive, especially because I am about to get up, connect the part of the window.
PS: If Fiona harengus like a Mary Sue comes across -
is the intention. XD
Oubliette The stranger dropped to one of the three chairs that were pushed her eagerly in my face. She looked exhausted and unhappy. In her eyes an expression also appeared to be serious grief. Nevertheless, specific doubts seemed obvious to her finely cut features, as she slowly examined the headquarters.
Thanks Justus' craft operations, in which he so much damage in old inglorious end in Uncle Titus had preserved corner of difficult to sell the old unsightly caravan had turned into a detective agency with all the technical harassment. Alongside obvious equipment such as telephone, refrigerator, TV and computer with internet connection, the center also had a darkroom, which was above all Bob's terrain, a monitoring camera and built by Justus public address system on the phone, which enabled lively group discussions.
But most of all was the Central one: messy.
all reasonably available surfaces sagged under stacks of files that Justus had several months ago and Bob want to type out. On the tables and chests of drawers of an international Esslandschaft from pizza boxes, packages from China Service and Coke cups had made wide, photos of suspects piled up with the snapshots of Peter's last beach holiday a race, and Bob's skis refused since last December on the wall.
No doubt, the elegant girl looked strangely lost in this chaotic backdrop. Bob dearly wished that they had blown off is not always clean up all the meetings convened in the last minute to instead DVDs to watch.
The girls broke with troubled mien few stray strands of hair from her face. For the first time her eyes seemed not to a dark spot in the distance sent. She turned to the three detectives.
"I'm in the right place at the three investigators ..." she asked. Your voice was not audible pleading undertone. There was a brief pause in which she looked inquiringly from one to another and Peter and Bob wait that Justus introduced her and her detective agency - of course not without pointing the girl on her mistake. But Bob turned with a side glance to be the first detective that with him was not expected. Since the appearance of the girl he was slumped down the jaw, and it did not look, would be a change in the next few minutes, something about it. So he jumped in willingly.
"They call us the three detectives. But to determine what we do. "His smile was even published his own him a bit too wide. After all, seemed to reassure the residents something.
"I am so glad to have found you! Please forgive me for my dramatic entrance. And thank you that you did not tell me immediately rauskomplimentiert again. You have to keep looking for a complete madman. "
The express shaking his head in three different Directions was the result.
She smiled for the first time. "My name is Fiona. Fiona harengus. And maybe we drink only once a tea together. "
" I'll make tea love it! "Trumpeted Peter and stumbled on Justus' School Atlas, his tennis racket and Bob's bicycle pump has been little in the kitchen corner. Involuntarily exchanged Justus and Bob have a concerned look. They had not previously been known that Peter was able to prepare tea, let alone knew that was in the center which one.
"I come from the Emerald Isle," said Fiona turned on to Bob, while proclaiming the evil rattled her tea and crackled. "Tea has has an incredibly calming effect on me."
"Ireland, right?" Typed Bob eagerly. "Here in the square once two Irish brothers have worked, Patrick and Kenneth. Do you hear a little bit So on as they are. "
" Do not be so rough and manly, "added Peter added unnecessarily and beamed their visit to the tea at her.
"Yes!" Said Fiona pleased. "I'm actually from Ireland, from Martin land near Dublin. Apparently, you understand you really determine again. "
" Of course, Ireland! Whoops! I would also like have guessed! "Snorted suddenly from the corner where the desk stood.
Fiona started and has now turned its attention first on the round mastermind of the three question marks. Justus' face began to glow. In an effort to iron out his blunders again, he made an indefinable sound, and a vague gesture that finally wiped the desk lamp from the table, while Blacky over his head and abhüpfte and continually "Whoops! Whoops! Darn! "Screamed. Fiona surveyed the scene with mild interest, and seemed to consider whether they Justus for a slightly bizarre madman or even for should keep threatening.
Peter released him from his misery by beaming smile tea bowls of steaming liquid with an indefinable distributed. Fiona seemed to have been brought up a model, because she took a sip of the brew, without moving a muscle. They looked at the three detectives carefully over the edge of her cup. Finally she turned to smile with a trusted Bob.
"You are so mature and eloquent," Did she looked at him admiringly. "You have to be the famous Justus Jonas!"
In this sentence down there was first silence.
Peter squinted at Justus, the three looked as though just a scorpion in his pants leg disappeared. Bob coughed. "Uh ... no. I am unfortunately only Bob Andrews, I am responsible for research and, in trying to be calm and competence to demonstrating to the table, lean, he swept down a pile of fresh assorted diskettes, after which he hastily ducked. "... And archive ..."
"This is as Justus," Peter took up the thread and pointed to the first detective.
"Um ....", looked bashfully Justus from his unorganized attempt to somehow maneuver the lampshade back on the bulb, where it be bastler sized fate of a sudden completely in the lurch. "The. Exactly. I am. And uh ....", he remembered nothing more. Fiona gave him only briefly and attention turned to Peter with a smile. "And you can only be Peter Shaw. It has already been told in that you are very sporty and athletic. "
" Oh, is the hard exaggerated, "Peter smiled modestly and had under his shirt a little flexing its muscles.
"Zerr you just nothing," growled Bob.
"Ahem." A vigorous throat clearing had all the others present to drive around back to Justus, the battered desk lamp on a respectful distance had the table laid, and now finally lost the rest in good spirits.
"Having dealt with the resulting paperwork regarding our identity and exchanged compliments first," he began coolly, "If you are perhaps the reason for your fear enlighten, Fiona."
The word fear a dark shadow passed over Fiona's face, and her expression darkened considerably. Justin felt a sudden desire to say something kind to mitigate the sharpness of his words. "We can help you," he added quickly.
"You spoke of a sorcerer," Bob threw a helpful. This brought him an admonishing look of the first one detective.
"I beg you, Bob. With Witcher she said of course not really a person who has magical powers! It is certainly a Witcher figuratively. A person with a strong fascination with the occult or ... "
" Not at all, "interrupted Fiona. "I thought a sorcerer, a black magician, a master of the dark arts." She flashed him sarcastically from the side. "In the literal sense."
Peter, who was on black magic and ghost-like to talk bad unlikely, cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably on his chair back and forth. "Um ... if ... if your father is really threatened by whom ... or whatever, I would suggest you maybe the police," he said cautiously. "They're sitting on top of Abberline Drive, between the old comic shop and ... "
Somewhere in view of two sides made him fall silent. Fiona looked at him in contrast with honest desperation. "I was noted although the police!" But I've got them, they believed me not a word And I understand it even, I mean, it sounds so crazy! But I'm not crazy, and my father is not "Her large, dark green eyes widened even more, and they cast a pleading look in the round. "You will believe me, right?" She asked timidly.
Peter nodded. Bob noticed that he nodded to himself assiduously, as in the reflex. Justus cleared his throat. "For this we would first times we know exactly what we should believe you," he clarified.
Fiona looked at him a moment in silence. "This is very professional of you, Justin, I'm impressed." But her voice had a little icy in itself. They gathered in a moment, then came back to its roots.
"It is so. My father disappeared two months ago under mysterious circumstances .... Can you imagine how the is? If a person whom you love, you can trust, from which one ... if he suddenly disappears without a trace? This nagging uncertainty. I would rather know for sure that he .... "She broke off and seemed to find the right words.
" Maybe you tell the story best from the front, helped by Justus.
"You're right. Thank you, "the first time she saw the first detective to really smiled. But the smile was gone within seconds, when she began to tell.
" My father's name is Rhett. Harengus Rhett. Here, I have a photo of him. "She took something from her coat pocket and held it Bob, her most next sat down, as if it were a priceless treasure.
The three detectives drew their heads together to take a look at Fiona's father. It was a pretty interesting picture because it was more like an autograph. It was Fiona's father as a dashing older gentleman in a tuxedo, who went with self-confident air of a white rabbit from a hat. Underneath was written in fancy: The Great McGuffin.
"Your father is a magician?" Said Justus. Fiona was a little embarrassed. "Once upon a time. This was his stage name. But he has set a long time ago to rest. He had come to California to certain to investigate incidents that have an old abandoned house in the Hills Whistle here ahead of the city. Eerie occurrences. My father was a particularly skeptical. "
" skeptics? "Echoed Peter somewhat tactless into Fiona's report." This is my father, too, especially if he catches me as I tiptoed into the house at night to steal. But I did not at all that you can do for a living. "
" Can ", Justus mixed up." The skeptics are an international group of experts who specialize in, expose psychic fraud of all kinds. So to expose charlatans and frauds, that alleged supernatural powers to squeeze money out of gullible people try. As healers, shamans and soothsayers. I think I need not remind you, because we had to do it even with numerous representatives of this species. Many skeptics are themselves from the guild, which often magician or the like, know all the sleight of hand. They inform people about such tricks, so they fall for no longer so easily to fraud. "
" killjoys "Peter murmured almost inaudibly.
" Spoken like a true skeptic, "beamed Fiona Justus on approvingly." My father would have expressed it any better! You remind me very much of him, Justus. " Since Fiona's father negotiated a strictly acting older men with a silly hat, was Justus' joy subdued. But Fiona's eyes began to shine. "I was always so proud of him. My father was one of the best experts to provide the Council had. It was the objective, perceptive person you could imagine. He has never be fooled. He never stopped to do research until he could explain one thing rationally. He could sometimes be arrogant and autocratic, but he loved the truth about everything. He has taught me a lot of superstition. And so I find it so difficult to believe that he. .. " They fell silent again, and seemed to tears fight. Bob approached and patted her on the shoulder a bit wooden. But it seemed to help.
"Four months ago he was sent here to Rocky Beach," she finally continued somewhat more composed. "My father was to investigate the mystery of the house at the Whistle Hills. The secret of Lucius Lestrade."
"Oh," Peter was uncomfortable. It was about what they all thought.
She paused and stroked his arms, as they would freeze. "I suppose you know who was Lucius Lestrade."
needed in this case, Bob does not search. Who had spent his childhood even in the vicinity of Rocky Beach, knew the story of the strange life and the mysterious end of the mad Lestrade. Like all the other little horror stories that emerged from the personal misfortunes of others, and became legends.
"Lucius Lestrade was in the 60s a famous stage magician," Bob began stresses relaxed voice, as he would be a ridiculous robbers gun for the best, and looked Fiona concerned out of the corner "He never betrayed his tricks;. He made people believe he really magical powers and would be consistent with dark powers. The audience was crazy about him. He was at the height of his fame, the house in the Hills Whistle To build a very special house full of trap doors and false bottoms and bad surprises - the house of a black magician indicated. There he lived the high life. He threw lavish parties unlikely, but with a special kick. An evening at his home was not safe. Stairs disappeared suddenly when you stepped on it. The host himself appeared a sudden in the mirror when you are unaware washed his hands. Sometimes fell off the lights and it was said you would hear in such moments, voices from the underworld. He frightened the people with macabre jokes half to death. "
" Many friends he had not well? "Growled Peter.
"Oh yes," said Justus. He smiled darkly. "His parties were the rage at the pampered stars who traveled all the way from Hollywood to join his companies. He was an eccentric, a madman, so what you love in show business. To the point, of course, is where the fun suddenly serious. "
He leaned back in his chair. Fiona him devoted their full attention. Bob was very happy that he did not have to tell this ugly history to an end.
"Lucius Lestrade celebrations were long, often until well after midnight. One night, when the guests wanted to leave just stayed one of them disappeared without trace. It was a beautiful Chinese dancer, is said to have thrown an eye on the Lestrade. No one had since the beginning of the ceremony to enter the house or leave, it was as if she had vanished into thin air. Of course there were many opportunities where they had disappeared to - all the trap doors and false bottoms. Fear began to spread. None of the guests was allowed to go. Lestrade staff was looking at everything. But when morning dawned, they had still not found. The guests were sent away, and instead the police came. In the next few days, there was a more thorough search. And here's the interesting thing - "
Justus made a little break. Fiona meant him uneasy to talk further.
"Lestrade refused all secret chambers and outputs of the House to disclose voluntarily. He said again that a good magician will not tell you his tricks. Overall, he seemed rather offended that his house was taken apart, as concern about the fate of the dancer. When her disappearance was a magic trick, which you should accept it. "
Fiona looked shocked and even frightened than before. "How could he get away with it?"
"Because," Justus said softly, "You found the dancer before he was legally on the body could move. But ... still too late to save her life. "He heaved himself out of his chair and began to run up and as he kneaded his lower lip.
"In the cellar of the house they found a Oubliette. This is a tiny prison dungeon from which there is no escape, even when one is plunged into. "
" Or much more was thrown into it, "said Bob. "A popular practice in the Middle Ages. You can scream as much as you like, the walls are impenetrable, and it is practically forgotten by the world. Hence the name. Oublie in French and forget. "
Fiona seemed to shake slightly. „Und dort hat man sie gefunden?“ Hauchte sie. Justus nickte nur. „Sie konnte sich nicht befreien. Sie hatte nichts zu essen, nichts zu trinken, und es war eisig kalt. Sie hatte keine Chance, das zu überleben.“
Er verstummte. Es wurde still, während sich wahrscheinlich alle schaudernd die grässliche Situation vorstellten, in der die Tänzerin gewesen sein musste. Alle bis auf Justus, der lebhaft fortfuhr: „Die Frage war nur – ist sie hineingestürzt, oder hat Lucius Lestrade ihrem Schicksal nachgeholfen?“
Auf diese Frage hin herrschte gespanntes Schweigen. Justus merkte erst nach einiger Zeit, dass alle Augen neugierig auf ihn gerichtet waren. „Was?“ He asked, and shrugged. "I do not know. It has never been found. "
Fiona seemed to be no doubt about the guilt of the magician to have. "You mean, this terrible man was still at large?" She asked incredulously.
Justus nodded. "Yes, but socially he was done, his career was ruined. He was never really prove anything, but the suspicion of the murder remained for the rest of his life depend on it. He took the secret to the grave ... or wherever he has disappeared later. "
" He has disappeared from the house? " Fiona swallowed.
"Not at all," Bob replied darkly. "He has not disappeared from the house. He disappeared into the house. He has retired and was never seen again outside the house. At some point it became clear that in the house no one lived. But leave he had not. It was as if his house he just swallowed. You could never say again a trace of him. "
" The people who "mingled now Peter," That the spirit of the dancer pulled him into the dead world, and that he now is doomed for ever through the secret passages of his death case from house to haunt. They say you can still windy nights after the scratching of his finger nails the wall and hear the cries of the dancer in her dungeon. "
" Or is it the wind, "muttered Justus angry. Peter shudder thinking of them three of the easiest, but had the strange property to memorize only the most sinister part of a story.
"Today is the house Lestrade as dilapidated and very dangerous," said Bob quickly to turn the conversation in a slightly less heavy spectral direction. "Even without the specter of the traps in the house are dangerous enough. Even tramp avoid the area like the plague. No person who in their right mind would voluntarily spend time, "He began to stammer when he Fiona's face looked hurt. "I mean ... except your father, obviously."
"In the service of science," added Justin, but Fiona was depressed hang his head. "Oh my God," she whispered. "On what he has since admitted that?"
One moment there was silence trodden. In his embarrassment Peter waved in all directions the pot to the other even more to offer from his brew. Justus and Bob held as soon as possible, their hands protectively over their cups. Fiona but she held out her welcome. Meanwhile it was later and dipped the setting sun the scrap yard in front of the windows in a blood-red light.
"to find your father wanted to see if it haunts the house or not, I guess," Justus said gently.
Fiona the slender fingers had wrapped around her cup as if to warm himself, and made a tortured face. "find out he wanted, of course, that it is not in the house is haunted," she clarified, "But -"..
, "But"
She put the cup down eventually and reached into the pocket of her black jacket "My father had set up in the house and slept there, "she said with a reproachful look at Bob." He wanted to expose the atmosphere of the place, that was his way of working. For a week he lived like a hermit. And in the course of the week - "She broke off. Her lower lip trembled. She unearthed from her pocket a little black voice recorder. "That's the only thing left of my father left," she said dully. Then she pressed the play button.
Bob leaned in to hear better. His two colleagues did the same. The next moment they are hit all three frightened back because of the device a ghastly groan sounded like directly from the underworld. Fiona blushed. "Sorry," she murmured hastily. "The was not my dad. "
What it was agreed, as a man's voice rang out. "Door bell still intact," stated Fiona's father laid on the tape. He had a calm, sober voice, appreciate the good fit for his appearance. "Starting now first tour through the house." The detectives listened tense. They heard broken glass crunching under our shoes of the man. His voice in the deserted house produced an eerie reverb.
"... traces of former greatness. Valuable furniture, all in terrible condition. That was not looted, borders on a miracle. Must be used with local legend related. Will try to Oubliette to find. Now go to the basement ... "
click.
Fiona had switched off the voice recorder again. "This is the first entry. Thus, my father listened to normally. "Then she put it right on the table and pulled off his fingers, as if it were a poisonous spider.
The unit remained on the table like a stone. None of the three detectives was in a hurry for her to see it. Fiona's deadly pallor revealed that there was nothing that could have on themselves.
"Just listen to the rest, and then you decide whether it is a case for you." Her voice trembled. "If you excuse me, I will go out. I will not Hear what is on this tape. "
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