Sunday, March 10, 2019

Waking Part 4

Archie Porter had the vague feeling that she needed to remember something - all the time. Her mates at the orphanage used to tease her about it whens she was younger, they usually stopped when someone older (in this case, probably someone as old as 12 or 13) recounted the story of how she was brought in to Mrs. Moffet's Home for Orphaned Children.

The story went something like this (and got grislier with every telling, but this one is the one closest to the way it really was):

It was after "lights out" time, nearly 11 pm when the whole building was aroused by the knocking (pounding actually) at the front door. Miss Cane throwing on her robe, and swearing under her breath, ran to the door and demanded to know who was there.

"Officers Brown and Rasheed" shouted a voice, "the social worker at the hospital said she'd called ahead to let you know we were on our way!".

"Probably went to the answering machine after hours" she sniffed as she flung open the door.

There standing between two constables was a small child or indeterminate sex, maybe 4 or 5 years of age, in mismatched clothing stained with something that was turning brown. It took a moment for her to register that the child was drenched in blood that was drying. Someone had washed his or her face, not very well, and his/her hands - as she looked at this small person, she said to the constables "What on earth?".

"Social worker at the Hospital said you had room. We have the paperwork, there's no report of any missing kids. And no reports of any violence that would account for the blood, but the child is not harmed, just likely in shock."

Miss Cane clucked softly looking at the child. "Do you know his name?"

"Her name. She's a girl. Best we could get out of her was Archie Porter - again, no records anywhere in our juristiction for a kid by that name...we just don't know, but we'll be doing the legwork to find her people. In the meantime, we were told to bring her to you."

"What an odd name. Poor little thing. Is this it? She's got no clothes or anything?"

"We found nothing with her, lucky really that one of the garbage men noticed her in a pile of rags or she might've been tossed with the trash into the truck's bin. And there was so much blood. We're still searching bins in the area for signs of anyone else. She was in a bin, like a pile of rubbish. It was heart-breaking."

Miss Cane made a sound of horror, and guided the youngster into the foyer. She signed the paperwork they proferred and got the requisite copies. Then she turned to look at her charge.

"My name is Miss Cane, I'll be taking care of you here for awhile. Let's start by getting you cleaned up and some clothing. Have you had anything to eat?"

The small head shook side to side and with a tiny voice she answered "No ma'am".

"Well, whoever your people are, they've taught you some manners anyway. Come along."

She lead the girl down a long corridor and up a back staircase and down another corridor, past many doors which were cracked ever so slightly so the children therein could listen to as much as they could, this being quite exciting and mysterious. The pair arrived in a small kitchenette in the west wing of the orphanage.

Miss Cane quickly made a ham and butter sandwich, which she produced for the child on a small plate and then also provided a glass of milk. The small girl sat at the table, waited patiently, though her stomach growled loudly until Miss Cane realized she was waiting for permission to eat.

"Well go ahead" she said, shaking her head and clucking softly to herself. "Is Archie short for something?"

The girl furrowed her brow a moment, and stopped chewing long enough to say "No, Ma'am."

A moment after swallowing, she added "It is longer than my real name. My real name is Arch, ma'am.  Arch Portico. But I am not picky - so Archie Porter will do." She refocused her attention on the sandwich and milk. Chewing with great gusto.

Miss Cane had never heard a child speak so much like an adult, and she suspected that the little girl might be older than the 4 or 5 years she originally estimated. But it was late, and the child regardless of her age or origins needed a bath and clean clothes and to be assigned a bed.

Being of a practical nature, Miss Cane set about to handle those chores. And left her musing for sometime later.

Thursday, January 10, 2019

Waking, Continued

In London Below, the unseen denizens continued about their business. Those who cared, continued to mourn the passing of Hunter, the greatest of body guards and killer of mythical beasts.

No one thought about Croup and Vandemar, except to be thankful not to cross paths with them. No one really knew what transpired with them and the angel Islington because Door, Richard and de Carabas did not share the details of their last encounter with the general populace. Very few had believed that angel Islington had ever existed anyway, so no one thought about him, except Richard Mayhew from time to time.

Richard had been returned to London Above after the encounter, but found he no longer belonged there. As the only successful petitioner to survive The Ordeal of the Black Friars, he had earned some small power over reality and was able to return with de Carabas' help to London Below... and to the Lady Door.

Since returning, he was part and parcel of the house of Portico; he and the Lady Door began their search for Door's younger sister, whom Islington hinted was still alive after he admitted he orchestrated Croup and Vandermar's assignment to kill the Portico family. Young Arch Portico's  location was not forthcoming as Islington was jettisoned into space, rather than to the Heaven he had planned on overthrowing.  And so it was up to Door, Richard, and whomever else they could enlist - to help find the girl, if indeed, she still lived.

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Waking, Continued

Islington spent countless hours devising cunning plans to exact revenge on Door and Richard Mayhew. Each one more fantastic than the one before. It kept his mind occupied as he fell in the vast emptiness of space.

Having lost count of time and orientation, it was with some surprise that Islington was jolted from his regular mental activity, having recognized a star cluster. The Hyades, or Face of Taurus looked at him with a jovial wink. That put him a mere 150 or so light years away from Earth.

This revelation caused Islington to consider a number of things that had not crossed his mind before this moment.

First, that the portal that Door opened which sent him careening into the void of space might have been pointed toward earth, not away, as he had originally assumed.

And secondly, he was an Angel - god damned perhaps, but an Angel nonetheless, and he had not even attempted to direct or adjust his trajectory, let alone FLY which as he vaguely recalled was one of the perks of being an angel. Even a twice fallen one.

Friday, January 4, 2019


If you don't know where Wolfram & Hart is from, I suggest you binge watch the "Angel" spinoff from "Buffy" the Vampire Slayer's universe.

They were (or in an alternate universe - are) a supernatural law firm - evil, of course, because let's face it - how many Good law firms are there in any of the multiverses?

If they were in existence in this universe, they most certainly would be having a fun time since there are so many public figures in need of legal assistance these days, and so many shades of gray to manipulate into soul-wrenching and soul-stealing opportunities.

I'd like to think that somehow they would wind up impressed by how easily some soul-selling individuals have climbed the social and political ladders. Maybe with their help, maybe just blind luck.

Would the Winchester boys be a thorn in the side of the Board of Directors at Wolfram & Hart? Or would they be unwitting pawns?

Would Constantine cut a deal with W&H in order to redeem a child's soul from Hell?

Would W&H try to connect with and sign on - Venom - as an asset for possible future assignments?

If you write Fan Fiction, and have explored any of these concepts - let me know. I'd love to share a link to your work!

Hey, I'd love to read your stuff!

I'm thinking of putting together an online fan fiction critique group - so we can all help each other get better at our craft - anyone out there interested?

I'll have W&H draw up a confidentiality agreement - heh heh heh.

Leave a comment if you're interested and if I get more than 3 folks who want to do this, I'll post more details.

Happy New Year in whatever universe you live in...

Sunday, December 9, 2018


Well this is embarrassing - I stumbled on this blog (which is my blog) now, eight years later, and I am wondering what in heaven's name caused me to misplace this thing?

Not to mention, I have oh-so-many new musings on characters written and in visual media (like, hmmm, maybe Deadpool meeting up with the crew of STNG in one of those, very popular, time line mess-ups; or maybe Deadpool meets Dr. Who).

Plus while I lurked on a local Writers group through their Facebook pages for 7 of the eight years I misplaced this blog, I now belong to it (Writers of Kern), just got pinned as an Active Member, and am also volunteering as their Volunteer Coordinator. Which just means, I need to step up to the desk and write my little fingers to the bone to be worthy.

So now that I have found you again, Wolfram&Hart blog, I will be working on fan fiction items to post to you... viva la blog!

Monday, April 12, 2010

A force for good

Just a quick question, if you are out there, and are reading this post - what do YOU think constitutes a force for good?  Is it a state of mind?  Do you have to actually DO good works?  Or is it enough to refrain from doing BAD things?

Just thought I'd ask your opinion...

Ever Wonder

Imagine if the various deliciously evil or at least delicious characters crossed over to interact - how would "Buffy's" Spike and Angel compare with "Merry Gentry's" Frost and Doyle?  Would Queen Andais try to recruit Angel for the Queen's Ravens?  Would Darla, as an evil vamp - be one of Prince Cel's guards, or King Sholto's?  I love the mix of characters in both universes... just as I enjoy Harry Dresden's world.  Would Spike, Angel, Frost and Doyle become part of the White Court of vamps in Dresden's Files? 

And then, how would Team Edward (or Team Jacob) fit with these various 'verses?  My mind boggles at the enormous fun it would be to introduce these characters to one another, just to see what would happen.  The various super and preternatural creatures, powers, etc would be a blast to play with.

For now, I guess, they will simply have to swim around in my brain... the stuff that dreams are made of.