The Manor of Mysticism #10 (of 12)

Now standing directly before her with his hands on his cane, and towering a full head and shoulders over her, he looked down into her angry face, and continued, "You also displayed the ability to officiously overcome the power of both John Gorgon's stony gaze, and Doctor Danger's Wordplay. Oh, yes, you were very longwinded and effortlessly eloquent in your display, but that was more prissy posturing and showing off when you probably could have done it with another dismissive wave of your hand.

"More to the point, it means you could have stopped the members of The Midnight League all on your own. Without endangering all of your guests. Including the three new people who were unaware of what they were walking into.

"You are the most powerful person in the parlor. Probably on the planet. Possibly on this plane. And you are petty, prissy, pretentious, pernicious, precarious, precipitous, and last of all, predictable," he said, catching Izzy's wrist before her hand could hit his face.

"And that was me showing off," he said as Izzy jerked her hand out of his. "Alliteration isn't all that magic. In short, Izzy, seeing what I have seen here tonight, I don't like you. So, I am going to do what I was trying to do when you demanded an explanation, and bid you...adieu. Goodbye. Call me never," and with that, he exploded into mist which dissipated completely, leaving no trace of him except for a very angry Izzy Wuman.

"Well!" she seethed. "I never!"

"He ain't wrong," Shyla said from the table. While watching The Silver Mist read Wuman the riot act, she had turned her seat sideways to the table, and propped her feet up in the chair next to her.

"I beg your pardon?" Izzy demanded, finally turning to the rest of the Mass.

"Yeah, you should, lady," said Shyla. "That vampire was right next to me, and I had no idea until he turned into a human rattlesnake. I'm immortal, but I don't know if he could have turned me or not, and I don't like the idea of living out my days as an undead freak of nature."

Looking over to Deathspeaker who had resumed his spot by the fireplace, she said, "If it weren't for Two Rivers over there, and what he taught me about this gun tonight, I'd have been out of here faster than a Texas twister right after Gorgon froze him."

Then she dropped her feet to the floor, sat up, and took the last swig of a new drink that had been brought to her. Setting down the glass, she stood, grabbed her hat, and said, "As it is, time to mosey. Thanks for the whiskey," she said as she headed out.

Deathspeaker left close on her heels, only stopping in front of Izzy to bow.

"You too, Deathspeaker?" she asked.

The shaman in red reached for her hand, cupped it in both of his, and touched her shoulder. Nodding his head slightly, he headed for the door to catch up to Shyla.

"Master Wuman," said Pharaoh, "we did have other things to discuss tonight."

Izzy sighed. "I'm sorry, Rex. It will have to wait for another night. Merlin, Pandora, and Miko should be here for that discussion anyway. We'll reschedule soon," she said, putting a hand on the seven-foot lizard man's chest.

"Alright, Izzy," he said.

She walked over to speak to the Lama, and Doctor Danger came over to Rex.

"I am sorry, Doc, but I don't know anything about your missing family," said Pharaoh.

"It's okay," said Danger. "I know there's a dragon that does, and when I find him, I will have my answers then."

"You know, I'm not really a dragon," said Rex. Leaning in closer, he half-whispered, "I'm an alien!"

Dexter tilted his head to one side, looking at Draco. "I do believe I owe you an apology, Pharaoh."

"Call me Rex," he said, holding out a scaly hand. "Most do."

He hesitated, but then smiled, shaking the alien's hand. "Okay, Rex. I am sorry for the state I was in when I arrived. You clearly didn't deserve the anger I was bringing to you."

"Forget about it," he said, releasing the grip, and slapping the Doctor on the shoulder, causing him to stumble sideways a bit.

"Look," said the Doctor, "want to get a drink? I do have to go back to the Double D and pick up John. Double Down's going to have goons. You feel like a fight?"

"Beside you instead of against you? You bet," he said, shrinking back down to his Tech Turbine form. "Let's go."

Danger put a finger to his lip, considering for a moment, then said, "Actually, maybe be Tech afterwards. He's going to have a lot of goons."

"Aw, it's good, Doc. I've been dying to put the Boom Boxers to the test," he said, bumping his cybernetic gloves together. "This is gonna be fun!" Grinning, he said, "Let's... get... dan--"

"No," said Danger, holding up a finger. "That's not funny anymore."

"Really?" said Turbine, looking a little disappointed. "Hear it a lot?"

"You have no idea," said the Doctor as he made a portal. They walked through, and it closed behind them.

The Manor of Mysticism #10 (of 12)

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The Manor of Mysticism #10 (of 12)

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@sundown89, @terry2012: The Most Powerful Person in the Parlor

Yeah that power means nothing if you can’t be honest with it. On to 11

Not sure if that's sarcasm...?

Izzy is plenty powerful, true, but it's not unreasonable for others to be upset with her if she put them needlessly in danger.