Alex: I've heard you've got a very special one. Who can fulfil every FORM of wish, if you take my meaning.
Woman: Oh! Yeah, we got one like that. You wanna see Mystif.
Alex: Obviously.
Woman: Well, honey, you're not the only one. Mystif got, tee hee, many FORMS of worshipers.
Alex: That hurt. Well then… I need to make an appointment?
Woman: Looks like you do, hon.
Alex: When would… Mystif be available?
Woman: Lemme see. Here. At the end of the month after next. Fits?
Alex: The earlier, the better. Poor guy. Should I wait for him while he's leaving the building through the back door? But in a narrow alley, a dark backyard, in passing… No. Even worse. And there he can evade me.
Works for me.
Woman: Then I enter you name on the list, Herr… ?
Alex: Dietmüller. Alexander Dietmüller.
I was experimenting with the word balloons a bit. Originally I had in mind that there will be word balloons so I could just make it black, but then I realized that I could play around a bit.
"Mystif" is the name of a mystical sex-changing subrace of a non-human race in Clive Barker's "Imajica". I don't like the novel. The message it conveyed to me was: "You are allowed to fuck everyone, no matter which sex, as long as you really love them with all your heart." Now you don't have to read the novel. Thank me.
Sigh. So that's the last page I've got for BC. I hope it was entertaining, and again: if you want to write a story with these characters for me, contact me. I'm in dire need of a good story. Three, actually.
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