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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 11:33 pm
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Things are going rather swimmingly, Kortan thought to himself as he surveyed the assemblage of his convention. No Hunters had presented themselves, the booths were almost completely stocked, and the Jettators had all arrived. Except for those who had already been slain, that was. The Gathering, while essential to his conquest of humanity, made maintaining his public cover literally a matter of life and death.
But it was worth it. A year ago, he'd been attacked by a giant wielding a chainsaw. He looked like he'd sharpened his own teeth. Halfway to certain victory, Kortan was interrupted by the police. Recognizing him from his escapades, they laughed and were about to let the two men go. Until the stupid giant fled the scene, that is. Consequently, Kortan had to ride to the station with the officers. This was to ask questions about his attacker. When the ghastly Goliath had been apprehended, he was placed in a mental institution. Never denying intent to claim another man's Immortal power via decapitating him was sure to keep a man drugged in a rubber room.
Approaching him was his most reliable financial contributor, Edmond MacDonnell. Edmond and Kortan were the worst of enemies, but for the sake of pacifying Kortan, and camouflaging the Immortals, MacDonnell would sponsor this charade for as long as it had any appeal. He would also keep buying up the novels and trade paperbacks of the comic (out of his own pocket), for the sole purpose of distributing them to libraries and thrift stores throughout the English-speaking world. Having just perused some new cane swords, it was time for the islander to see who all had made it.
"Are there any Highlanders present yet?" he calmly inquired.
"None besides yourself and Colin Macleod," started Kortan. Noticing the irritation in Edmond's eyes, he responded "Oh, don't be that way. You married into a Highland family, you stayed in the Highlands for the better part of a century."
"Be that as it may," retorted MacDonnell, "When my wife and her parents died, I left their clan. It was about time for people to see that I wasn't aging, anyway." None of these admissions were voiced with even a shadow of gladness.
Sensing that he ought to change the subject, Kortan perused the other marks (but the words he used were "guests", and "inevitable attendees"), namely Joe Dawson and Methos, respectively. Dawson was this year's guest of honor. Having made Kortan rich by buying out every copy of Kortan's publications he could, it was easy to justify naming one of Mac's friends the first time the convention was so close to Mac's hometown. Methos had to come if Joe was going to be present.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 9:56 pm
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Duncan MacLeod, of the clan MacLeod, was watching Joe with brooding eyes as the Watcher read over the comp membership information sent to him by the organizers of this year's Quickencon.
They had met up at Duncan's loft above the dojo for a last minute pow-wow. "Are you sure about this, Joe?" Mac asked.
"Hell, no, I'm not sure," Joe Dawson groused, pulling the name tag out of the envelope and pinning it to his lapel. It had "Joseph Dawson: Guest of Honor" typed on it. "The whole damn thing is weird."
Duncan was reading over the invitation. "Says you're this comic's biggest supporter."
"He buys up every issue he comes across," Methos muttered, swigging his beer. "Hides them in the Watchers Archives. Me, I just snag the silly things and burn them."
"Methos," Duncan said sweetly.
"Not going." The eldest Immortal took another pull off his beer. "These people know too much about Immortals. It's a trap."
"We can't let Joe go alone," Duncan tried to reason with him.
"He's got you," Methos said stubbornly. "And he shouldn't go either."
MacLeod glared, Methos glared back.
"Girls, girls," Joe drawled, "you're both pretty."
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Immortal Methos Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 9:46 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 8:49 pm
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MacLeod sighed. "Look, Methos, I agree with you. It's an odd situation. None of us should go, but --"
"But you don't like not knowing who's out there," Methos finished, his irritation plain. "Mac, paranoia isn't just an art form, it's a survival tool. You need to learn how to kill your curiosity, and leave town for a while."
"Methos..." Duncan started again.
"Bora Bora," Methos said. "Come on, Mac -- you, me and Joe. Los Tres Amigos! Sun, sand -- our heads on our shoulders..."
Duncan looked helplessly at Joe, who shifted to his feet with the help of his cane. "Leave me out of it, Mac. You know how he gets when he thinks there're sharp, pointy things around the corner. I'm gonna be late. If you aren't coming with, I'll call a cab."
"No, Joe," Duncan said, giving Methos a glance, "we'll go together."
Methos waved from the couch. "Have fun, kiddies. Don't lose your heads."
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Immortal Methos Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 11:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 1:10 pm
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Immortal Methos Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 9:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 12:07 am
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Immortal Methos Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 10:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 6:26 pm
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Immortal Methos Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 12:55 pm
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Kortan and Edmond entered an elevator on the fourth floor and headed to the entrance. Looking to get away from the Date Masamune and Quentin MacLeod costumes, Edmond suggested they go out for sushi. Having scouted the area before coming, he knew a sushi bar on the next block. Heading out of the car towards the entrance, they ran into none other than Duncan MacLeod and Joe Dawson. This triggered seven flashbacks, each worse than the last. The first one had prominence, a night in 1768 when Duncan was held captive and forced to watch his fiance die before being shot himself. After their boat was hijacked by buccaneers, the two tragic youths were presented before the captain of a small decrepit frigate. Captain Beaulieu personally greeted the prisoners, in response to the buzz. Duncan begged desperately that his woman (what was her name again?) not be harmed. Admitting that his boat had not the supplies to sustain hostages or other captives, Adrien fired the shot that scattered her pretty face. Seeing this and being helpless to stop it seemed to unhinge the other one. Clearly the Immortal now (threats of decapitation were generally a clear sign), he named himself Duncan MacLeod and said he'd be back for the pirate's head. The islander asked the Highlander how a dead man posed a threat to him; before shooting him dead as well to avoid the Quickening on his flammable boat. After he dumped their bodies overboard, he seized Mac's vessel and left him to revive in bloodied seawater, with only his darling's carcass for company.
It seemed that Duncan MacLeod had never forgotten how he'd been treated by the buccaneer Beaulieu. Over the centuries their resulting feud continued, culminating at the union of Edmond and the clan MacDonnell. Crashing a wedding had never since caused such a bitter and lasting unrest between clans.
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 3:10 pm
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As the two men got off the elevator and entered the bustling lobby, Duncan MacLeod stopped dead and stared. Joe, who had taken a step or two before he realized Mac wasn't moving, followed his line of sight.
For a moment he scowled, trying to place the two men, then Joe's hand shot out and caught Duncan's arm. He could feel the Highlander fairly vibrating with rage.
"Is that..." he started.
"Edmond MacDonnell," Mac growled, eyes never leaving his old enemy.
FlashBack 1768
Her name was Myra Hearn, a winsome Irish lass with laughing green eyes and bright red hair, and she was traveling with MacLeod to join his "cousin" Conner in the colonies. They were to be married, and make a new life in the New World.
Things had not gone well aboard the ship, a fortnight after they had sailed from the port of Cork. As was often the danger with sea travel, the water held a parasite, and many of the passengers and crew were weakened by flux. Many died over the course of the outbreak, and when the buccaneers attacked the ship there was little able-bodied resistance.
Duncan fought the pirates like a wolf to protect his mate, but just as he detected the buzz of an Immortal among them, the boom came round and cracked his skull, bringing him down amid the sounds of Myra's furious screams.
When he came to, he was bound tightly, as was Myra, her creamy skin even more pale beneath the dirt, blood and bruises. Exuberant pirates surrounded them, and before them stood the Immortal he had sensed, a man calling himself Adrian Beaulieu, the ship's captain.
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Immortal Methos Vice Captain
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Immortal Methos Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 3:36 pm
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Back at the loft above DeSalvo's, Methos had been pacing. For all his cool demeanor in front of Mac and Joe, the ancient was nervous. This whole thing was stupid and crazy beyond belief. Why MacLeod would willingly enter a tinderbox of Immortal baggage, with all the potential rivalries, bad feelings and egos was beyond him.
Passing by the counter, Methos reached over and snagged the paperwork, and began to read it over for the first time. After a few minutes, he growled. It was a trap.
"I'm going to regret this," Methos snarled, grabbing his coat, the weight of his sword heavy within.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 10:17 pm
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At the union of Africa MacDonnell and her newcomer beau Edmond, things were merry. Fresh game, killed by the groom and his new father and brothers was in overabundance. Edmond had personally offered his honed smoking and curing skills to pass on to his new kin, starting with any and all food leftover from the festivities. Nothing, not even the buzz itself would sully his mood. Seeing an Immortal MacLeod approaching the festivities sure beat the hell out of the buzz in terms of scare factor. Whipping out a katana, surrounded by nearly 100 mortals while crying out that he was from the Clan MacLeod, was a marathon of bad ideas. Especially considering that a second Clan MacDonnell had recently reached a shaky truce after years of feuding with the Clan MacLeod. With this in mind, the partygoers had brought rifles and pistols with them. So all things considered it should have shocked anyone that sword-bearing MacLeod who charged the altar at such a cautious ceremony would take a lead ball through his left eye as courtesy of the brides father. Hurriedly, the groom requested that the wretch be buried out of sight so as to not further sully this joyous union with his presence. In less than half an hour Duncan (or "Dunky" as Edmond would now call him) was in the ground being covered up. Words on the violent stranger's behalf would come later.
Three weeks later, Duncan awoke in loose dirt. Clawing himself loose brought him face to face with Edmond, his prey.
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Immortal Methos Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 12:07 am
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