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  • Eternal Companion!

    Am I the only person who would wish to see an Eternal Companion book? It would be fairly disjointed travelogue but rather fun with old Jhary going from one megalomaniac to the other and wondering just how to save him/her/it/other this time! And maybe he'd forget the correct Champion guidelines and appear as Moonglum!

    ..no really..

    ...um...

    ...What larks...

    (Taxi! Drive me offa this movie...)
    "What do you think you're doing? This is a closed set!"

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    infernal companion

    Jhary had his feet up on the side of his desk. His flares caught slightly under his legs as he shifted his weight to reach out for a nice cup of tea he'd brought back from them talking bears with their pomanders. He stretched out his tallish frame somewhat , boy was it a bind playing Jermays the Crooked all bent up double like that! Noisely and for no other reason than to stick two finger's up at them bears, he slurped his tea.
    The belch that followed was uncalled for, he reasoned, but then who was perfect? His eyes flicked up, something had caught his attention under his wide brimmed hat that lay on the top of his Goblin Teasmade. Slowly he got up out of his Easyboy Desk Mate and slinked over to the millinistic marvel that he had (or is that will have-?) swiped from Lemmy.
    "Ah-ha!" he cried out victoriously, sweeping the hat up from the disturbance. The Runestaff lay in two parts as Whiskers scarpered.
    "Riiiiiight, I'm off down the pub...!"
    "What do you think you're doing? This is a closed set!"

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    • #3
      At that very moment just as the arm lifted betwixt hat and bonce, a stream of lights upon the far wall of the small office started blinking on and off in quam quam celerime fashion. Jhary's eyes slowly closed in weary disbelief.
      "-glo-"
      "-gou-"
      "-errrrrrr....!"
      It wasn't the dressing up in robes that he disliked (he thought it let a nice breeze up between his legs) it was the constant disbelief that plagued him whever he went. The role of Thomas was not difficult, but saying "I doubt it...!" after every utterance from a believer was a joke that had soon worn thin...
      An hour later and he slumped once more into his chair, his robes catching under his legs. A premonition gripped him that the lights would flash on again.
      SPORTING CLUB SQUARE! SPORTING CLUB SQUARE! his mind cried out in hopeless desire.
      Elric's light blinked on.

      Still, at least it wasn't Erekose.
      "What do you think you're doing? This is a closed set!"

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      • #4
        Thanks for your time

        Jhary looked at the parchment on his desk in front of him and re-read its contents for the hundredth time.

        " To whom it may concern:
        Blah blah blah pleased to announce Mr Moorcock's retirement blah blah blah thank you for your time blah blah blah great efforts for the company blah blah blah carriage clock blah blah blah services no longer required."

        The silence inspired the room to yet more stillness as frightened atoms ceased in their nuclear haste. The multiverse had suddenly become a very small place.

        "No longer required..."

        I'll show him.

        I'll show them all!

        And slowly Jhary, who had been known by other names, started to plot a new tale...
        "What do you think you're doing? This is a closed set!"

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        • #5
          I thought of writing just such a book, as sort of a guide to the Eternal Champion series. Basically, a reader's guide to the series as narrated by Jhary, that was my idea. but who knows if I'll ever get to it, and if I did, if Mr. M would even want it to be published...

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          • #6
            Jhary sat opposite his co-conspirator, DL. The faded white t-shirt with its neon blue message "NO AVATAR" was the only feature that the Eternal Companion could really make out of his partner in crime.

            No matter.

            He'd had worse.

            Erekose, for one.

            "So, you want in on the overthrow of the decade?" he asked very directly. "What are your plans?"

            "I thought of writing a book," answered DL.

            "A book..."

            "Yeah, as sort of a guide to the Eternal Champion series," continued DL.

            "A sort of guide..."

            "Basically, a reader's guide to the series as narrated by Jhary," said DL nervously, "that was my idea. but who knows if I'll ever get to it..."

            "Get to it..."

            "er, and if I did, if Mr. M would even want it to be published."

            Upon Jhary's desk, his eyes passed longingly over the trapdoor release button.

            But he'd need allies...
            "What do you think you're doing? This is a closed set!"

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            • #7
              The smell was what really gave him the headache.
              It wasn't the odour it was the presence that the smell had... almost like another person was in the room.

              But Jhary had reached low...

              ...lower than he had dared.

              Was this a mistake?

              "ker-ker-ker," coughed one of the creatures in front of him.

              The Cornells would get him what he wanted.
              "What do you think you're doing? This is a closed set!"

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              • #8
                Lord Jagged observed the room that had started to fill with all sorts and collections of people. His face betrayed no emotion as he viewed what would turn out to be a conflict of interests and goals. The images that played across his Time viewer were reflected across his senses...

                It was turning out better than he had imagined...
                "What do you think you're doing? This is a closed set!"

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                • #9
                  Michael Moorcock secretly observed Lord Jagged as he observed the room that had started to fill with all sorts and collections of people. His face betrayed no emotion as he viewed what would turn out to be a conflict of interests and goals. The images that played across his Deep Stimulatron were reflected across all his senses...

                  How had Lord Jagged messed with things now?
                  "What do you think you're doing? This is a closed set!"

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                  • #10
                    Berry Sizemore secretly observed Michael Moorcock observing Lord Jagged observing the room that had started to fill with all sorts and collections of people. His face betrayed no emotion as he viewed what would turn out to be a conflict of interests and goals. The images that played across his Old God PC were reflected across his face...

                    He got the feeling he was being watched...
                    "What do you think you're doing? This is a closed set!"

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                    • #11
                      Everyone crowded over the shoulders of Jhary a Conel. they wanted to see what he was doing, or going to do or had done. That was part of the problem. To some of the Rebellion for Infinte Time this had already happened, it was just difficult to remember how it had played out.

                      "Hey! Watch where you're sticking that hand of yours!" said Klosterheim to Kwll, "You'll have someone's eye out with that!"

                      "Well what are we going to do?" asked Dyvim Slorm of Jhary.

                      "Clone him. That's what we'll do. We're going to clone Moorcock."

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                      • #12
                        Everyone crowded over the shoulders of Jhary a Conel. they wanted to see what he was doing, or going to do or had done. That was part of the problem. To some of the Rebellion for Infinte Time this had already happened, it was just difficult to remember how it had played out.

                        "Hey! Watch where you're sticking that hand of yours!" said Klosterheim to Kwll, "You'll have someone's eye out with that!"

                        "Well what are we going to do?" asked Dyvim Slorm of Jhary.

                        "Clone him. That's what we'll do. We're going to clone Moorcock."
                        "What do you think you're doing? This is a closed set!"

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                        • #13
                          Everyone stopped looking over the shoulder of Jhary and looked at each other. A weird feeling of de ja vu came over everyone - even those who HAD already experienced this event before...

                          "Nah!!!"
                          "What do you think you're doing? This is a closed set!"

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                          • #14
                            The door to Jhary's office was thrown open and the wretched Cornell family triumphantly marched back into the room, dragging a something bound up in an old tarpaulin, that whimpered as it was unceremoniously paraded for all to see.
                            The Cornells were beaming from ear to ear, well at least those that had teeth and those that had ears. Silently, apart from the "ker-ker-kers" that surrounded the proceedings. they unwrapped the prey from its bindings.
                            "TA-DAAA!" cried out Jerry Cornell in triumph.
                            Jhary looked at his cross-time self without judgement, he knew HE had done the best HE could have done. His eyes looked into familliar eyes and met His vision. His eyes slowly lead His other eyes down to the quarry. His eyes followed, a moment of doubt affecting their glee.
                            ''Its Simonson..."
                            The gleeful eyes and smile wavered uncertainly.
                            "That's pretty close!"
                            "Its Louise Simonson...."
                            "What do you think you're doing? This is a closed set!"

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                            • #15
                              Wheeep...wheeep...wheeep...

                              Shakey Mo, hanging on the corner coat rack disguised as a Box & Co. gabardine double-breasted topcoat, stops taking notes on everyone and everything, hops down from his hook, sidles towards the open door, and peeps cautiously to ascertain who's laying on the horn.

                              Wheeep...wheeep...

                              Amelia Underwood, behind the steering wheel of a ’39 Vauxhall Wyvern, is the authoress of the rough music. The passenger side window rolls down and Bishop Beasley’s sunburned visage slowly emerges, he looks up, smiles into Shakey Mo’s bloodshot eyes and rasps, “Someone here call for a cab?�
                              "A man is no man who cannot have a fried mackerel when he has set his mind on it; and more especially when he has money in his pocket to pay for it." - E.A. Poe's NICHOLAS DUNKS; OR, FRIED MACKEREL FOR DINNER

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