From: madmadmax3@aol.com (MadMadMax3)
Date: 09 Apr 2000 10:21:52 EDT
The tall man looked around his ancient stomping grounds with little visible expression. Partly due to the round, black-framed mirror shades covering his eyes, his emotionless gaze simply reflected his total lack of interest in anything he saw.
It was either bad kharma during his last out of body experience or simply the result of taking a left turn instead of a right on Interstate 95 that brought him back here. The dust from the road smelled like dead chickens and pork loin gone bad. His skin under the layers of leather, denim and dirty cotton was hot and clammy. He was hungry, thirsty, and in a very bad mood.
His left eye started twitching, and as if a switch triggering a reflex action was thrown, his right hand came to rest on the grip of the Athena in its holster strapped to his leg. Confirmation of the shotgun's presence always made the right side of his lips curl up imperceptively, but it was the closest thing MadMadMax had to a smile.
Looking to his right, the tall man noticed there was a man in armor sitting atop a pale stallion. Max passed a silent prayer to his deity, thankful he wasn't seeing dragons. He knew how to deal with knights in shining armor.
"Yo, freekin' nyte!" he called out, trying to sound pleasant, even though he knew he hated knights, armor, horses and the whole medieval scene.
"Tha's sum grate freekin' ahmuh yu gut theyuh."
The knight was silent, acting as if Max wasn't even there. The tall man tried a different tack.
"Yo, hoss, tha's a pritty grate freekin' nyte yu gut theyuh sittin' o' yer ba'k."
"He's no knight of mine, Max."
"Whoa."
"I'm not going anywhere, Max, I'm standing here, perfectly still."
"I wuz e'spressin' my suhpryze an' amayz'mint, hoss."
"Why, Max?" Didn't you think I could speak?"
"Jeez, uv corse I know a freekin' hoss kin tock. I wuz jus' suhpryz'd yu knu whu I wuz."
"I see. Well, of course I know who you are, MadMadMax, the 14th OverLord of DoS."
"Tha's ryte, i wuz th' freekin' Ovvuhlo'd. I wuz th' bes' wun' tu."
The horse fell silent.
Wun Ryng tu Rool Them Awl
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From: madmadmax3@aol.com (MadMadMax3)
Date: 13 Apr 2000 19:03:48 EDT
The horse stared at Max.
"You know, Max, you don’t blend in very well."
"I kno’ tha’," the tall man replied. "I nevvuh di’."
"And what’s that thing strapped to your leg?"
"Tha’s m’ gun."
"Gun?"
"Gun. You kno’, I’ shootz bullitz an’ makez a freekin’ lowd noize."
"Is it a weapon of some sort?"
"Yup. Uv sum sort."
"Ever hear of a sword, Max?"
"Sheesh. Uv corse I kno’ whut a freekin’ sord iz. I wuz th’ freekin’ Ovvuhlo’d. I di’n’ get tu be th’ freekin’ Ovvuhlo’d by shootin’ peepuhl. Aw’tho’, now tha’ yu menshuhn I’, I shud uv shot a few peepuhl whyle I wuz ha’kin’ an’ slashin’ I’ th’ freekin’ ryng."
"Do you even have a sword, Max?"
"Heheh. Watch thys…"
After an unceremonious snap of his fingers, Max reached for the Athena and slid it from the leg holster. He spun the gun as if he were Wyatt Earp on a good day, over it went and as it came full circle, in it’s place was the nastiest looking piece of steel and stone ever seen by man or beast.
"How’z thys fer a freekin’ sord," the tall man asked, spinning on one heel of his boot and dropping to one knee, executing a thrust that placed the blade of the broadsword an inch from the horse’s snout.
"Not bad for an old man from another century," the horse replied. "Of course, I saw that thrust coming."
"They a’wayz di’," the tall man sighed.
Date: 13 Apr 2000 19:03:48 EDT
The horse stared at Max.
"You know, Max, you don’t blend in very well."
"I kno’ tha’," the tall man replied. "I nevvuh di’."
"And what’s that thing strapped to your leg?"
"Tha’s m’ gun."
"Gun?"
"Gun. You kno’, I’ shootz bullitz an’ makez a freekin’ lowd noize."
"Is it a weapon of some sort?"
"Yup. Uv sum sort."
"Ever hear of a sword, Max?"
"Sheesh. Uv corse I kno’ whut a freekin’ sord iz. I wuz th’ freekin’ Ovvuhlo’d. I di’n’ get tu be th’ freekin’ Ovvuhlo’d by shootin’ peepuhl. Aw’tho’, now tha’ yu menshuhn I’, I shud uv shot a few peepuhl whyle I wuz ha’kin’ an’ slashin’ I’ th’ freekin’ ryng."
"Do you even have a sword, Max?"
"Heheh. Watch thys…"
After an unceremonious snap of his fingers, Max reached for the Athena and slid it from the leg holster. He spun the gun as if he were Wyatt Earp on a good day, over it went and as it came full circle, in it’s place was the nastiest looking piece of steel and stone ever seen by man or beast.
"How’z thys fer a freekin’ sord," the tall man asked, spinning on one heel of his boot and dropping to one knee, executing a thrust that placed the blade of the broadsword an inch from the horse’s snout.
"Not bad for an old man from another century," the horse replied. "Of course, I saw that thrust coming."
"They a’wayz di’," the tall man sighed.
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From: madmadmax3@aol.com (MadMadMax3)
Date: 13 Apr 2000 19:05:19 EDT
Max spun the sword again, and as it slipped into the leg holster, it changed back into the shotgun.
Max sighed again.
"Depressed about something?" the horse asked.
"Um a’wayz duhpress’d," Max answered. "I don’ buhlong heuh."
"That’s pretty obvious, Max."
The tall man stared at the horse from behind the mirrored shades. "I he’rd sumpthyn’ abow’ presintz. An’ I don’ kno’ wheyuh tu staht lukin fer myne."
"Presents?"
"Freekin’ Ovvuhlo’d presintz. Cummemuhratyve ryngz, er sumpthyn’ lyke tha’."
"Ah, the Rings!"
"Yu he’rd abow’ them, huh, hoss? Yu mus’ ge’ arwound."
"I’d get around more if it weren’t for this knight on my back."
"Yeah, I kno’ whut yu meen. I us’d t’ ha’ a freekin beevuh."
"Beaver?"
"Nevvuh mynd. So, hoss, wheyuh kin I fynd theez ryngz?"
"You mean your ring, don’t you, Max?"
"Um… ryte."
Date: 13 Apr 2000 19:05:19 EDT
Max spun the sword again, and as it slipped into the leg holster, it changed back into the shotgun.
Max sighed again.
"Depressed about something?" the horse asked.
"Um a’wayz duhpress’d," Max answered. "I don’ buhlong heuh."
"That’s pretty obvious, Max."
The tall man stared at the horse from behind the mirrored shades. "I he’rd sumpthyn’ abow’ presintz. An’ I don’ kno’ wheyuh tu staht lukin fer myne."
"Presents?"
"Freekin’ Ovvuhlo’d presintz. Cummemuhratyve ryngz, er sumpthyn’ lyke tha’."
"Ah, the Rings!"
"Yu he’rd abow’ them, huh, hoss? Yu mus’ ge’ arwound."
"I’d get around more if it weren’t for this knight on my back."
"Yeah, I kno’ whut yu meen. I us’d t’ ha’ a freekin beevuh."
"Beaver?"
"Nevvuh mynd. So, hoss, wheyuh kin I fynd theez ryngz?"
"You mean your ring, don’t you, Max?"
"Um… ryte."
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From: madmadmax3@aol.com (MadMadMax3)
Date: 16 Apr 2000 14:25:00 EDT
"Excuse me a moment, Max."
"Huh?"
"There, that’s better."
"Tha’ wuz reely pritty gross, hoss."
"It’s life, Max. Maybe you should get one."
"Kin yu say, ‘Gloo,’ hoss?"
"Not funny, Max. Here’s what I know about the rings. They’re beautiful, wrought of gems and precious metals. Simini is making them. She’s very good."
"Simini?" The tall man strained a bit, trying to remember her. In particular, he was trying to remember if he ever dueled against her, and if so, did he win. He was also trying to remember if he’d insulted or otherwise abused her at some point. This last was more than likely, since Max rarely had a good thing to say about anyone.
"Iz she a gud witch er a ba’ witch?"
"Neither, Max. She’s a ringsmith."
"Oh. Heheh. Tha’s gud. She can’ tern me intu ennythyng small an’ amphybiuhs."
"A little newtphobia, Max?"
"Tha’s no’ funny. So, um, hoss, um, wheyuh kin I fyn’ Simini?"
The horse swung his head to the left. A rather simple sign, though finely crafted with subtle elegance hung over the door to a shop directly opposite from where Max stood.
"Jeremy Barrelstave’s Organick Remuhdy’z and Tayke Owt Bayguhl Emporiuhm," the tall man read, his lips carefully forming each word.
"The other finely crafted sign, Max."
"Oh."
This sign was smaller, black wood with golden letters, and read, "Simini., Ringsmith.to the Overlords."
"Heheh."
"I know what you’re thinking, Max. No good will come of it."
"Whut du yu, kno’. Yer a freekin, hoss," the tall man answered and casually walked across the dusty road to case the joint.
Date: 16 Apr 2000 14:25:00 EDT
"Excuse me a moment, Max."
"Huh?"
"There, that’s better."
"Tha’ wuz reely pritty gross, hoss."
"It’s life, Max. Maybe you should get one."
"Kin yu say, ‘Gloo,’ hoss?"
"Not funny, Max. Here’s what I know about the rings. They’re beautiful, wrought of gems and precious metals. Simini is making them. She’s very good."
"Simini?" The tall man strained a bit, trying to remember her. In particular, he was trying to remember if he ever dueled against her, and if so, did he win. He was also trying to remember if he’d insulted or otherwise abused her at some point. This last was more than likely, since Max rarely had a good thing to say about anyone.
"Iz she a gud witch er a ba’ witch?"
"Neither, Max. She’s a ringsmith."
"Oh. Heheh. Tha’s gud. She can’ tern me intu ennythyng small an’ amphybiuhs."
"A little newtphobia, Max?"
"Tha’s no’ funny. So, um, hoss, um, wheyuh kin I fyn’ Simini?"
The horse swung his head to the left. A rather simple sign, though finely crafted with subtle elegance hung over the door to a shop directly opposite from where Max stood.
"Jeremy Barrelstave’s Organick Remuhdy’z and Tayke Owt Bayguhl Emporiuhm," the tall man read, his lips carefully forming each word.
"The other finely crafted sign, Max."
"Oh."
This sign was smaller, black wood with golden letters, and read, "Simini., Ringsmith.to the Overlords."
"Heheh."
"I know what you’re thinking, Max. No good will come of it."
"Whut du yu, kno’. Yer a freekin, hoss," the tall man answered and casually walked across the dusty road to case the joint.
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From: madmadmax3@aol.com (MadMadMax3)
Date: 17 Apr 2000 08:41:27 EDT
The shop was dark inside, not surprising, since electricity hadn’t been discovered yet. Hunched over a workbench, surrounded by the aura of lamplight, a woman was working some strange metal into a nearly recognizable shape. Other metal tools were splayed about the table, and next to her was a long wooden tray covered with a fine, red velvet fabric.
The velvet looked very lumpy, as if it were covering something small, like rings.
"Byngo," Max muttered, casting a quick look behind him at his informant, but the horse and the Knight were gone. Distracted a moment by the thought that he never heard the rider depart, the tall man took another quick look at the interior of the shop, looking for weapons, bodyguards, or other suspicious obstacles that might thwart his foolproof plan. Deciding that either Simini was the shop’s only occupant and she was unarmed, or that if there were
anyone else in the shop, they must be very small, MadMadMax turned the latch on the shop door and stepped inside.
"H’llo, Simini," the tall man said, "Long tyme, no freekin’ see."
Date: 17 Apr 2000 08:41:27 EDT
The shop was dark inside, not surprising, since electricity hadn’t been discovered yet. Hunched over a workbench, surrounded by the aura of lamplight, a woman was working some strange metal into a nearly recognizable shape. Other metal tools were splayed about the table, and next to her was a long wooden tray covered with a fine, red velvet fabric.
The velvet looked very lumpy, as if it were covering something small, like rings.
"Byngo," Max muttered, casting a quick look behind him at his informant, but the horse and the Knight were gone. Distracted a moment by the thought that he never heard the rider depart, the tall man took another quick look at the interior of the shop, looking for weapons, bodyguards, or other suspicious obstacles that might thwart his foolproof plan. Deciding that either Simini was the shop’s only occupant and she was unarmed, or that if there were
anyone else in the shop, they must be very small, MadMadMax turned the latch on the shop door and stepped inside.
"H’llo, Simini," the tall man said, "Long tyme, no freekin’ see."
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From: simini@aol.com (Simini)
Date: 18 Apr 2000 02:47:09 EDT
Simini jerked her head up sharply at the sound of that voice. Peering through the dim light, she looked first at the tall man silhouetted before her, then glanced at the platinum band she was working on. She blinked, shook her head slightly, and peered again through the dust-laden light.
"Mks?" After working alone for hours, her normally rich voice came out almost in a splutter. She coughed and tried again. "Max? Errrr..." She glanced around Master MacDonnell's shop a trifle uneasily - how did the man happen to show up just as she was working on his ring? Recouping from her surprise, she covered her work with one smallish hand and slid the half-finished jewelry off to a side table, as the other wiped dusty dampness from her forehead.
He had caught her offguard, maybe, but she was not stupid.
"What a surprise to see you... were you looking for Master MacDonnell?" she asked, leaning forward with a pleasant - if somewhat bewildered - smile.
Date: 18 Apr 2000 02:47:09 EDT
Simini jerked her head up sharply at the sound of that voice. Peering through the dim light, she looked first at the tall man silhouetted before her, then glanced at the platinum band she was working on. She blinked, shook her head slightly, and peered again through the dust-laden light.
"Mks?" After working alone for hours, her normally rich voice came out almost in a splutter. She coughed and tried again. "Max? Errrr..." She glanced around Master MacDonnell's shop a trifle uneasily - how did the man happen to show up just as she was working on his ring? Recouping from her surprise, she covered her work with one smallish hand and slid the half-finished jewelry off to a side table, as the other wiped dusty dampness from her forehead.
He had caught her offguard, maybe, but she was not stupid.
"What a surprise to see you... were you looking for Master MacDonnell?" she asked, leaning forward with a pleasant - if somewhat bewildered - smile.
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From: madmadmax3@aol.com (MadMadMax3)
Date: 22 Apr 2000 10:31:43 EDT
The tall man made a mental Post-It to kick the horse the next time he saw it.
Turning back to the door, he opened it and peered at the sign over the door. Sure enough, that other, finely crafted sign in fact read, "Master MacDonnell, Baubles, Bangles and Beads." He shook his head.
"Tha’s whut I ge’ fer lissenin’ tu freekin’ Mistuh Ed."
He slammed the door and rapidly strode two steps over to the workbench, placing both palms flat on its cluttered surface. MadMadMax, leaned forward towards the extremely simple, spluttering girl. Her face reflected back at her in the tall man’s mirrored shades, distorting her face in the lenses as he came closer and closer, until all she could see in his glasses were her own two eyes.
"Tha’s ryte. I’s me."
Simini drew back a bit.
"Mastuh MacDonnell, huh? I don’ kno’ enny Mastuh MacDonnell." His voice was quiet, with a slightly nervous edge to it, because Max was secretly hoping there would be no "Eee-Aye-Eee-Aye-Oh" involved.
"Then why are you here, Max? It’s been years. In truth, I’m a bit surprised you even remember who I am, let alone took the trouble to track me down."
Max stepped back, trying to remember. Simini thought he looked embarrassed, but couldn't tell, since his eyes were hidden behind his glasses. It was the tall man’s turn to splutter.
"Um… well… I g’ess um no’ shuah why um heuh."
Simini looked uncomfortable and that made him nervous. His left eye began to twitch and his hand reached for the shotgun, his forefinger curling into the trigger.
Max shuddered once, and suddenly relaxed.
"Heheh. I rumembuh, now. I cum fer m’ freekin’ Ovvuhlo’d presint. I herd frum a very reliuhble so’rce tha’ yu wuh maykin’ Ovvuhlo’d presintz. So, I jus’ tho’ ah’d cum by an’ pi’k myne up. I’ persin."
Date: 22 Apr 2000 10:31:43 EDT
The tall man made a mental Post-It to kick the horse the next time he saw it.
Turning back to the door, he opened it and peered at the sign over the door. Sure enough, that other, finely crafted sign in fact read, "Master MacDonnell, Baubles, Bangles and Beads." He shook his head.
"Tha’s whut I ge’ fer lissenin’ tu freekin’ Mistuh Ed."
He slammed the door and rapidly strode two steps over to the workbench, placing both palms flat on its cluttered surface. MadMadMax, leaned forward towards the extremely simple, spluttering girl. Her face reflected back at her in the tall man’s mirrored shades, distorting her face in the lenses as he came closer and closer, until all she could see in his glasses were her own two eyes.
"Tha’s ryte. I’s me."
Simini drew back a bit.
"Mastuh MacDonnell, huh? I don’ kno’ enny Mastuh MacDonnell." His voice was quiet, with a slightly nervous edge to it, because Max was secretly hoping there would be no "Eee-Aye-Eee-Aye-Oh" involved.
"Then why are you here, Max? It’s been years. In truth, I’m a bit surprised you even remember who I am, let alone took the trouble to track me down."
Max stepped back, trying to remember. Simini thought he looked embarrassed, but couldn't tell, since his eyes were hidden behind his glasses. It was the tall man’s turn to splutter.
"Um… well… I g’ess um no’ shuah why um heuh."
Simini looked uncomfortable and that made him nervous. His left eye began to twitch and his hand reached for the shotgun, his forefinger curling into the trigger.
Max shuddered once, and suddenly relaxed.
"Heheh. I rumembuh, now. I cum fer m’ freekin’ Ovvuhlo’d presint. I herd frum a very reliuhble so’rce tha’ yu wuh maykin’ Ovvuhlo’d presintz. So, I jus’ tho’ ah’d cum by an’ pi’k myne up. I’ persin."
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From: simini@aol.com (Simini)
Date: 02 May 2000 00:43:13 EDT
"Um… well… I g’ess um no’ shuah why um heuh."
One copper-red eyebrow shot up at that, then furrowed downward as the tall man's hand curled around his weapon before he relaxed once again.
"Heheh. I rumembuh, now. I cum fer m’ freekin’ Ovvuhlo’d presint. I herd frum a very reliuhble so’rce tha’ yu wuh maykin’ Ovvuhlo’d presintz. So, I jus’ tho’ ah’d cum by an’ pi’k myne up. I’ persin."
The eyebrow was curious now, and she glanced at the ring she'd been working on. "Actually, Max, I am fashioning yours right now. I stopped by Master MacDonnell's shop to find a stone for your ring when he asked me to tend for a while." Her smile turned bright as she realized she would now be able to ask him a direct question. "Max... what sort of symbol would you like on your ring? Right here, see?" After brushing aside the covered rings - Master
MacDonnell had asked to see how they were coming along - she leaned over toward him, tapping a blank space on the platinum, just to the right of the stone.
Date: 02 May 2000 00:43:13 EDT
"Um… well… I g’ess um no’ shuah why um heuh."
One copper-red eyebrow shot up at that, then furrowed downward as the tall man's hand curled around his weapon before he relaxed once again.
"Heheh. I rumembuh, now. I cum fer m’ freekin’ Ovvuhlo’d presint. I herd frum a very reliuhble so’rce tha’ yu wuh maykin’ Ovvuhlo’d presintz. So, I jus’ tho’ ah’d cum by an’ pi’k myne up. I’ persin."
The eyebrow was curious now, and she glanced at the ring she'd been working on. "Actually, Max, I am fashioning yours right now. I stopped by Master MacDonnell's shop to find a stone for your ring when he asked me to tend for a while." Her smile turned bright as she realized she would now be able to ask him a direct question. "Max... what sort of symbol would you like on your ring? Right here, see?" After brushing aside the covered rings - Master
MacDonnell had asked to see how they were coming along - she leaned over toward him, tapping a blank space on the platinum, just to the right of the stone.
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From: madmadmax3@aol.com (MadMadMax3)
Date: 07 May 2000 12:16:32 EDT
Max leaned over the work table, appearing to examine the platinum ring she extended, but his eyes behind the mirrored shades darted to the finished pieces she brushed aside.
Casually he asked, "Oh, I dunno. Whut di’ tha’ weenie, Fallon ha’ put on hiz ryng? Or, tha’ uthuh weenie, Valmion? I bet hiz ryng haz a freekin’ Winnie th’ Pooh an’ freekin’ Tygger tu on hiz ryng. Heheh."
The tall man straightened, and pushed the shades up a bit higher on the bridge of his nose.
"Le’ me thynk fer a minnit. Whut wud be a gud thyng tu pu’ o’ my ryng? How abow’ wun uv thoze baythin’ soot baybez, tha’ whe’ yu tip I’ upsyde down, her baythin’ soot disappeauhz and she’s nekid?"
Max paused.
"No, tha’ wudn’t be gud. I awreddy ha’ a pen tha’ duz tha’."
Max looked deep in thought.
"Um, no' shuah, bu’ I’ shud be sumpthyn’ tha’ ruhflektz th’ powuh an’ majuhsty tha’ m’ rayne az th’ freekin’ Ovvuhlo’d repreuhsent’d. I meen, I’ wuz a bi’ unush’uhl tha’ sumbuddy lyke me cud whyp th’ stuffin’ owt uv sumbuddy lyke Valmion. Aftuh awl, he wuz wun uv th’ graytes’ weeniez uv them awl."
The tall man extended his right hand and took the platinum piece from Simini’s fingers, his eyes behind the shades never leaving the finished rings she had carefully brushed aside. Turning to face the window, he held the unfinished band up to the light, as if to appreciate it’s craft, even in its unfinished state. The woman’s eyes followed his gaze, until at last, he turned and handed it back, gently dropping it into the palm of her hand.
"Yu kno’, um gunnuh leev I’ up tu yu. I thynk yu awreddy kno’ whut wud be th’ bes’ symbuhl fer Ma’Ma’Max, the fouhteenth freekin’ Ovvuh;o’d uv DoS.," Max said carefully, as he slid his left hand into his pocket.
"Um, wheyuh kin I get I’ tuch wi’ yu? Synce I hav'in’ mayde sootuhbuhl lyvin’ arrayngemintz ye’, ah’ll ha’ tu meet yu sumwheyuh so I kin pi’k up m’ ryng whe’ I’s dun."
Date: 07 May 2000 12:16:32 EDT
Max leaned over the work table, appearing to examine the platinum ring she extended, but his eyes behind the mirrored shades darted to the finished pieces she brushed aside.
Casually he asked, "Oh, I dunno. Whut di’ tha’ weenie, Fallon ha’ put on hiz ryng? Or, tha’ uthuh weenie, Valmion? I bet hiz ryng haz a freekin’ Winnie th’ Pooh an’ freekin’ Tygger tu on hiz ryng. Heheh."
The tall man straightened, and pushed the shades up a bit higher on the bridge of his nose.
"Le’ me thynk fer a minnit. Whut wud be a gud thyng tu pu’ o’ my ryng? How abow’ wun uv thoze baythin’ soot baybez, tha’ whe’ yu tip I’ upsyde down, her baythin’ soot disappeauhz and she’s nekid?"
Max paused.
"No, tha’ wudn’t be gud. I awreddy ha’ a pen tha’ duz tha’."
Max looked deep in thought.
"Um, no' shuah, bu’ I’ shud be sumpthyn’ tha’ ruhflektz th’ powuh an’ majuhsty tha’ m’ rayne az th’ freekin’ Ovvuhlo’d repreuhsent’d. I meen, I’ wuz a bi’ unush’uhl tha’ sumbuddy lyke me cud whyp th’ stuffin’ owt uv sumbuddy lyke Valmion. Aftuh awl, he wuz wun uv th’ graytes’ weeniez uv them awl."
The tall man extended his right hand and took the platinum piece from Simini’s fingers, his eyes behind the shades never leaving the finished rings she had carefully brushed aside. Turning to face the window, he held the unfinished band up to the light, as if to appreciate it’s craft, even in its unfinished state. The woman’s eyes followed his gaze, until at last, he turned and handed it back, gently dropping it into the palm of her hand.
"Yu kno’, um gunnuh leev I’ up tu yu. I thynk yu awreddy kno’ whut wud be th’ bes’ symbuhl fer Ma’Ma’Max, the fouhteenth freekin’ Ovvuh;o’d uv DoS.," Max said carefully, as he slid his left hand into his pocket.
"Um, wheyuh kin I get I’ tuch wi’ yu? Synce I hav'in’ mayde sootuhbuhl lyvin’ arrayngemintz ye’, ah’ll ha’ tu meet yu sumwheyuh so I kin pi’k up m’ ryng whe’ I’s dun."
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From: simini@aol.com (Simini)
Date: 11 May 2000 00:30:37 EDT
As she recalled, it could be quite interesting trying to carry on a conversation with Max.
"Oh, I dunno. Whut di’ tha’ weenie, Fallon ha’ put on hiz ryng? Or, tha’ uthuh weenie, Valmion? I bet hiz ryng haz a freekin’ Winnie th’ Pooh an’ freekin’ Tygger tu on hiz ryng. Heheh."
Sim reached out with one hand and fished both Falon and Valmion's rings from the group clustered upon the velvet, showing Max where the Sword of Life and the Sword of Imperators were carved. When he took his ring from her fingers to examine it, she watched him closely, carelessly tossing the other two rings back into the pile without removing her eyes from Max. A soft clink of platinum was all she needed to know that she had come reasonably near her
mark.
"Yu kno’, um gunnuh leev I’ up tu yu. I thynk yu awreddy kno’ whut wud be th’ bes’ symbuhl fer Ma’Ma’Max, the fouhteenth freekin’ Ovvuh;o’d uv DoS.," Max said carefully, as he handed his ring back to her. "Um, wheyuh kin I get I’ tuch wi’ yu? Synce I hav'in’ mayde sootuhbuhl lyvin’ arrayngemintz ye’, ah’ll ha’ tu meet yu sumwheyuh so I kin pi’k up m’ ryng whe’ I’s dun."
It took an extra half-second for his question to penetrate her intense observance. "Hmmm? Ah, yes... well, I myself live on a small farm about two hours' ride from here, but you can certainly leave message for me with Marcus, the young lad that serves the Arena. But... you willnae be able to pick it up, Max. There is going to be a grand public ceremony at which the rings will be presented. You will receive a private invitation, of course, being an
honored guest and all. There is no date set yet, though, as I have not yet completed all of the rings."
She paused and looked up at him, seeing nothing but a double image of herself reflected in those mirrored frames. "Max, how about an etching of your glasses on the ring? Mayhaps with a diamond for a stone?" Somehow, that seemed to her the closest she would get to "capturing" the mad Max in a band of platinum.
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As she recalled, it could be quite interesting trying to carry on a conversation with Max.
"Oh, I dunno. Whut di’ tha’ weenie, Fallon ha’ put on hiz ryng? Or, tha’ uthuh weenie, Valmion? I bet hiz ryng haz a freekin’ Winnie th’ Pooh an’ freekin’ Tygger tu on hiz ryng. Heheh."
Sim reached out with one hand and fished both Falon and Valmion's rings from the group clustered upon the velvet, showing Max where the Sword of Life and the Sword of Imperators were carved. When he took his ring from her fingers to examine it, she watched him closely, carelessly tossing the other two rings back into the pile without removing her eyes from Max. A soft clink of platinum was all she needed to know that she had come reasonably near her
mark.
"Yu kno’, um gunnuh leev I’ up tu yu. I thynk yu awreddy kno’ whut wud be th’ bes’ symbuhl fer Ma’Ma’Max, the fouhteenth freekin’ Ovvuh;o’d uv DoS.," Max said carefully, as he handed his ring back to her. "Um, wheyuh kin I get I’ tuch wi’ yu? Synce I hav'in’ mayde sootuhbuhl lyvin’ arrayngemintz ye’, ah’ll ha’ tu meet yu sumwheyuh so I kin pi’k up m’ ryng whe’ I’s dun."
It took an extra half-second for his question to penetrate her intense observance. "Hmmm? Ah, yes... well, I myself live on a small farm about two hours' ride from here, but you can certainly leave message for me with Marcus, the young lad that serves the Arena. But... you willnae be able to pick it up, Max. There is going to be a grand public ceremony at which the rings will be presented. You will receive a private invitation, of course, being an
honored guest and all. There is no date set yet, though, as I have not yet completed all of the rings."
She paused and looked up at him, seeing nothing but a double image of herself reflected in those mirrored frames. "Max, how about an etching of your glasses on the ring? Mayhaps with a diamond for a stone?" Somehow, that seemed to her the closest she would get to "capturing" the mad Max in a band of platinum.