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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jun 8, 2017 17:56:58 GMT -5
Can you give me a few hints in PM then? I mean, Wargrave, at this point, literally has the last physical legacy of Dr. Drugg in his possession; so what can come of a collection of coded notes that, bear in mind, only contain a small fraction of his formulas.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Jun 8, 2017 18:16:45 GMT -5
Well I can't really give any hints right now because it's hard to put into words, but we can do my idea later on once I've figured it all out and then insert your thing.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jun 25, 2017 1:59:24 GMT -5
Ok, just putting this up before I forget to. We didn't really meet him in LM 8, and he was only seen in a short story. But we gotta deal with him because it will close off one of the cases in LM 8. Here's the idea for now.
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Elvira had just finished her latest contract; a simple hit involving a would-be drug kingpin. She ducked into the alley to avoid potential witnesses.
"Glad to see some of my skills are still on par; it will be a while before I'm back completely though" she thought to herself. Then she heard a noise... clapping. Slow clapping, growing steadily louder as it got closer, before a man revealed himself. He wore a trenchcoat and fedora and was smirking at the assassin.
"So, the rumors are true? Elvira Revinev has returned..." the person said.
"You couldn't expect me to remain in Broadmoor forever. And you are..."
"Trapper. Kane Trapper... most know me as The Vigilante. Tell me Ms Revinev, you have been cut off from the outside world for years... how are you coping?" He said as he walked around her.
"Like you'd care; why are you here anyway?" She asked.
"Well, i heare that you'll take any job for the right price, and I'm in need of an assassin. Interested?" He asked.
"Depends... how much money are we talking?" Elvira asked.
"Wrong answer" The Vigilante replied. Before Elvira could even react, The Vigilante pulled out twin .45s and emptied four bullets each into Elvira. She stumbled back as she fell against the wall from the impact of the eight bullets.
"I...I don't understand. Why?" She asked, breathing heavily.
"Simple really. Scum like you make me sick. You kill just so you can have a fat wallet, with no regard or remorse for your actions. I bet you'd kill an eight year old "for the right price" by your logic. It's a shame that someone of your skill has to go like this, but I'm afraid times are changing Elvira... you're yesterday's news" The Vigilante declared.
"I... will... get... you..." Elvira said, but it was no use; she was too weak; she couldn't even lift her arms.
The Vigilante Turner around and walked out the alley, disappearing into the night. All the while, a panicked civilian called in the crime; having heard the gunshots.
Half an hour later, when the first constables arrived, they were shocked with who they found.
"My God... it's her. It's really her" a constable said in shock.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Jun 25, 2017 2:06:40 GMT -5
From the chat: An old man lies dying in a hospital He mentions something about solving "a mob murder case, but hasn't told the police yet" His family takes no notice But one man does Enter Detective Anthony Stein Who overhears this piece of news whilst lunching with a friend of his The doctor in charge of the man He's intrigued But before he can get anything off the ground The man dies So now Stein is left with nothing more than a simple statement uttered by a dying man And it's only up to him to figure it out It's different from his usual cases But it is a tough one to crack And here's another one: 'The Sign of the Cross' A detective has been sent to investigate a certain area high up in the mountains of Hungary where you children are said to have disappeared. There he finds a monastery... but it's not all he seems. Could the vanishings have come from this? Will he even be able to find out, or will he be the next to go...?
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jun 25, 2017 23:27:21 GMT -5
Gunshots were heard in the small warehouse. Inside, a leader and his six cronies fell dead as the hitman did what he was paid to do. Jeremy Wells, the last surviving member of the Black Scorpion following the raid on the Ripper Syndicate Compound, found this line of work quite fulfilling after the organization had been destroyed. It was a simple hit involving a would-be drug kingpin. He ducked into the alley to avoid potential witnesses.
"That wasn't too hard; well worth the 8 grand I was put up for" he thought to himself. Then he heard a noise... clapping. Slow clapping, growing steadily louder as it got closer, before a man revealed himself. He wore a trenchcoat and fedora and was smirking at the assassin.
"So, the rumors are true? The Black Scorpion still stings..." the person said.
"You couldn't expect my organization to go down without a fight. And you are..."
"Trapper. Kane Trapper... most know me as The Vigilante. Tell me Jeremy, you are effectively the last of your organization... how are you coping?" He said as he walked around him.
"Like you'd care; why are you here anyway?" he asked.
"Well, I heard that since you're a hitman now, you'll take any job for the right price, and I'm in need of an assassin. Interested?" He asked.
"Depends... how much money are we talking?" Jeremy asked.
"Wrong answer" The Vigilante replied. Before Jeremy could even react, The Vigilante pulled out twin .45s and emptied four bullets each into Jeremy. He stumbled back as he fell against the wall from the impact of the eight bullets.
"I...I don't understand. Why?" he asked, breathing heavily.
"Simple really. Scum like you make me sick. You kill just so you can have a fat wallet, with no regard or remorse for your actions. I bet you'd kill an eight year old "for the right price" by your logic. It's a shame that someone of your skill has to go like this, but I'm afraid times are changing Jeremy... you're yesterday's news, and you can bet Elvira Revinev is next" The Vigilante declared.
"I... will... get... you..." Jeremy said, but it was no use; he was too weak; he couldn't even lift his arms.
The Vigilante turned around and walked out the alley, disappearing into the night.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 4, 2017 21:06:49 GMT -5
Future Stein book:
The Vampires of Crewe
The scene was shocking to say the least. A dead body, found in an alleyway near the church. And yet, something was off. As the police secured the crime scene and observed the body, they could only gasp at what they saw- it was not blood, but rather, the absence of blood. Not one drop, anywhere in the crime scene. And on the victim's neck... bite marks. One particularly superstitious officer ran back to his car, terrified of the sight before him. The others though, knew what they had to do.
"There's only one man for a case like this... call in Detective Stein" the sergeant declared.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 8, 2017 19:21:53 GMT -5
Future Elvira scene:
"Are you sure you have to go?" Blade asked.
"I'm an assassin for hire; I gotta make money. And with all due respect Blade- your type of work doesn't give me much opportunity to get back to doing what I know best. I already arranged to meet my employer. It's about time I go back to work". Elvira said as she turned around and went into the night.
An hour later, in a dark alley, she met her employer.
"Right on time; glad to see at least that about you is still intact" he said.
"Atrophy may have taken its toll, but I'm back. How's the business?" Elvira asked.
"Most of those you were in "competition" with disappeared during the war, and everyone else is quiet nowadays. But the contracts aren't as common either. Barnes and Sampson died during the war when their places were bombed" he said.
"And Reginald Walters?" Elvira asked.
"Caught tuberculosis and died in 1944"
"Damn, and he always had good contracts. So that leaves... Raleigh, Hughes and Quincy as the only major contractors left around here" Elvira said.
"Eh, just Raleigh and Hughes; Quincy retired 4 months ago"
"I suppose that's not too bad; Hughes' operation isn't too far from here, I think I will start with him" she said.
"It's good to have you back Elvira... ever since the war I've gone from seven to two assassins... three with you back. Wonder if "Shakes" and "Lion" have heard the news yet"
"Well, they will soon enough; good night boss" Elvira finished as she turned around and went to go see Hughes, one of only two assassin contractors left in London
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 9, 2017 18:32:44 GMT -5
Clarifying:
I set up Elvira for one thing in LM 8; Toz has his own ideas for Elvira in LM 13; this scene is meant to "bridge the gap" so we don't have any plot holes/awkward transitions between LM 8 and LM 13
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 11, 2017 21:12:31 GMT -5
Adolf Gunnarson was resting at home; it was a quiet time of the year where crime was down and there weren't many cases to work on, so it was a rare respite for him. Suddenly, he got a call on the phone.
"Hello? Oh, Hello Gent, what's going on? Sure, i can come to your office, what do you need help with? A case?"
"No, something different. Please, come as soon as you can" Gent said on the other end.
"Ok" Gunnarson said. At Scotland Yard, Gunnarson found Gent in his office; it had cardboard boxes and he was taking his things and putting them into said boxes.
"Oh, hello Gunnarson, glad to see you" Gent said as he kept taking things down and putting them in his boxes.
"Gent... what is happening?" Gunnarson asked, curious.
"Well Gunnarson... I am retiring" Gent explained.
"What? But the office work couldn't have gotten to you already" Gunnarson asked, shocked.
"It's not that; it's a... little different. Yes, my job has been easier since I stopped going into the field. Though to be honest... this wasn't really my decision" Gent explained.
"Huh?" A confused Gunnarson asked.
"Well, you see, a week ago I was called to a meeting..." Gent began explaining.
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Gent entered the small conference someone was waiting for him.
"Ah, hello Gent, how nice it is to see you again" the he said.
"Secretary Ede" Gent acknowledged as he spoke to the Home Secretary; the office that appoints the Commissioner of the Police for of the Metropolis, or as Gent simply put it "Police Commissioner for London" in layman's terms.
"Well, I suppose you are wondering why I called you here" he asked.
"Yes; it's not every day I'm called to a meeting with you" Gent explained.
"I know you are a busy man Gent so I will cut to the point- the time has come for you to step down and retire Gent" Home Secretary Ede explained.
"What? But I've done nothing wrong" Gent said, concerned.
"Oh no, it's nothing bad. Your work has been phenomenal ever since we appointed you back in 1940. Why, the sheer speed at which you went up the ranks impresses even us high up in the government. That being said, nine years is long enough Gent and the time has come to pass on the torch; most of your predecessors usually served 5-10 years anyway so it is not that you are being singled out or anything" Secretary Ede explained.
"But if I am doing a good job, why must I step down?" Gent asked.
"Look, you've been with the police since 1920; you know how things work and you've made quite a name for yourself. Thing is though, a new generation of crime is starting to emerge. The people you have been dealing with are either dead, jailed or no longer making moves. And it's not just burglaries and murders- we're starting to see new kinds of crime that not even you dealt with during your time on the force. So, the time has come to bring on someone new; a fresh face if you will. Someone the criminals don't know as well as you. Someone who can take the Metropolitan police in a new direction and take this new generation of crime by surprise." Secretary Ede explained.
"I... suppose that is fair" Gent conceded.
"Again, it is absolutely nothing personal... it's just with a new generation comes a change in leadership. That's all it is. Will 30 days be enough to get your affairs in order? Rest assured, your successor has already been selected, and he is a fine man, ready to lead the next phase of the fight against crime" Secretary Ede assured.
"Yes sir; I will have my affairs in order by then. Thank you for at least being straight with me and not beating around the bush" Gent said as he went to leave"
"It's all right Gent; rest assured you will be remembered as one of the finest Commissioners this police force has ever had" the Home Secretary assured. But then his demeanor changed. "There is something else though. Remember Dr. Drugg?" Ede asked.
"Yes? What about it?" Gent asked.
"Well, ballistics were run and... we know you shot him Gent; it was your rifle, and a couple soldiers saw you shoot him almost as if you were executing him"
"Surely you are mistaken..." Gent began, nervously.
"I am not; the evidence is clear. While I do not deny Drugg deserved to die, that doesn't change the fact that what you did was legally questionable. If word gets out about this, it will destroy you. I want you to retire an admired man, not a reviled monster. For the sake of your legacy, it is for the best that you step down" Ede assured.
"You're... you're right sir. I will go and begin getting my affairs in order. Goodbye, Ede" Gent said as he went to leave
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"And so the time has come for me to move on with my life. I was hoping you may be able to help me clean out my office" Gent asked.
"Ok old friend; it's the least I can do to help out" Gunnarson said, accepting that there was nothing he could do about this situation.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Jul 11, 2017 21:46:46 GMT -5
Future LM book: A brutal murder takes place in the London Underground, and the police are at their wits end with what happened. Rising up from the dust comes a detective who knows he can solve this case and sets out to do just that. But this detective is arguably more of a mental case than whoever the murderer was. Of medium height, stout, long-haired, hyped up on drugs, loud, angry, verbally and sometimes physically abusive, Kinsington Samarkand is not your ordinary detective, but he gets the f*cking job done. Coming soon in Literay Mosaics, the meanest, loudest, and craziest detective literature has ever seen, and with a case like none other.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Jul 11, 2017 22:34:01 GMT -5
Updated the schedule for future books. Lemme know if I missed any, if some need to be changed around, or if I hogged too many near the end.
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Post by Toz76 on Jul 11, 2017 23:13:40 GMT -5
LM18:
Gent is about to retire, but he and Gunnarson have one last case to solve, and it's presonal. Marlena Gent has been kidnapped. Who is the kidnapper? Is Walton an ally or an enemy? And what does this have to do with the mysterious death of a circus clown in Kent?
More details to come after LM13 or 14.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 13, 2017 1:09:04 GMT -5
"Are you sure you have to go?" Blade asked.
"I'm an assassin for hire; I gotta make money. And with all due respect Blade- your type of work doesn't give me much opportunity to get back to doing what I know best. I already arranged to meet my employer. It's about time I go back to work". Elvira said as she turned around and went into the night.
An hour later, in a dark alley, she met her employer.
"Right on time; glad to see at least that about you is still intact" he said.
"Atrophy may have taken its toll, but I'm back. How's the business?" Elvira asked.
"Most of those you were in "competition" with disappeared during the war, and everyone else is quiet nowadays. But the contracts aren't as common either. Barnes and Sampson died during the war when their places were bombed" he said.
"And Reginald Walters?" Elvira asked.
"Caught tuberculosis and died in 1944"
"Damn, and he always had good contracts. So that leaves... Raleigh, Hughes and Quincy as the only major contractors left around here" Elvira said.
"Eh, just Raleigh and Hughes; Quincy retired 4 months ago"
"I suppose that's not too bad; Hughes' operation isn't too far from here, I think I will start with him" she said.
"It's good to have you back Elvira... ever since the war I've gone from seven to two assassins... three with you back. Wonder if "Shakes" and "Lion" have heard the news yet"
"Well, they will soon enough; good night boss" Elvira finished as she turned around and went to go see Hughes, one of only two assassin contractors left in London.
Getting to Hughes office, he certainly was taken by surprise, "So the rumors are true... Elvira has returned" he said aloud.
"That is getting so annoying now" she replied. "So, any contracts available?" She asked.
"Ah, straight to business, just the way I like it" Hughes said, before opening a filing cabinet. "Slim pickings I'm afraid; only have four available contracts" he said, pulling them out. Looking them over, Elvira saw a name she recognized.
Ryan Cambria; one of Blade's associates. And the reward: 7,000 pounds. "I know this one... it will be easy to approach him. I'll take it" she said.
"Ah, good choice. I will let the client know to have the money ready" Hughes said as he went to make a call, and Elvira left.
Elvira found herself outside the Blade Syndicate hideout; she began plotting how to get to her target. On the inside, everything was business as usual until everyone inside heard a pair of loud thuds. "Friend? Palepu?" Blade called out. He lead the others to the entrance; the two men were knocked out cold.
"What the? Who did this?!" Blade shouted.
"Nice to see you again" a voice said. They turned around to see Elvira.
"Elvira?" What are you doing here?" Wilcox asked.
"Business... seems someone wants Ryan Cambria dead" she explained.
"What? ME?!" He exclaimed.
"Yes, so just make this simple so I can go collect my money" She said, raising her gun.
"Think really carefully about your next move, Elvira" Blade said as he and the others raised their guns. Elvira, thinking fast, shot a fire sprinkler that was above them, distracting the Syndicate long enough for her to go and hide in the shadows of the hideout.
"She's somewhere around here; spread out and find her!" Blade ordered. The men broke up and spread around the place, keeping their eyes open for her.
"You'll never get me; I'm an assassin, you are just hitmen. You don't have my training and experience; how can you possibly top me?" She taunted.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 28, 2017 8:01:37 GMT -5
So... this was an idea that just randomly occurred to me; probably won't use it for... reasons, but maybe it will inspire other ideas.
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(Gunnarson investigates a couple related cases, and notices common threads to cases from many years ago)
"I don't want to believe it, but the evidence is clear... James Moriarty has returned" Gunnarson said grimly.
"How is that even possible? He would be over 100 today!" Hartley pointed out.
"Exactly, and yet the evidence... I need to go to the library" Gunnarson declared.
"Why?"
"Holmes' stories are know because of the memoirs of his friend Dr Watson; Watson felt they would be good reads and commissioned a gentleman named Arthur Conan Doyle to write them. The Final Solution... I have a gut feeling it will have clues that could help us" Gunnarson explained.
"Worth a shot" Hartley said, shrugging.
(Short time later)
"Yes... the Reichenbach Falls. It's a long shot, but just maybe, we'll find our answers there" Gunnarson explained.
"What do you mean?" Hartley asked.
"Hartley... I'm going to Switzerland"
.......
(At the falls)
Gunnarson kept investigating the falls and found nothing, until suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He fell to the ground in pain... he had been shot.
"Who could have..." Gunnarson began
"At last we meet, Adolf Gunnarson" a man said as he walked up to him. He was an older, bald man in an overcoat and was holding a cane... but he held his cane like a gun.
"No... it can't be... how are you alive?! You fell off these very falls!" Gunnarson shouted.
"Legends don't die, Gunnarson. Men however, do. I may have messed up when I failed to kill Holmes, but I will not mess up this time. How fitting that you will fall in the exact same place Holmes did all those years ago..." Moriarty said as he raised his cane again to finish him off.
Gunnarson knew it was impossible... he really did. And yet, the bald head... the overcoat... the cane gun... standing right there, about to finish him off, was the mastermind himself... Professor James Moriarty.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Jul 28, 2017 11:57:51 GMT -5
It has an interesting premise Frank. If we factor in the fact that Holmes saw Moriarty hit his head on a rock when he fell, which either killed him or knocked him out, making him drown, I think it'd have potential as a short story, if we made what you've already posted longer and added an ending, maybe the two of us could get together and write it.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 28, 2017 12:32:39 GMT -5
Possible; what do you think we should add?
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Jul 28, 2017 17:03:27 GMT -5
Just making it a bit longer, so that it's more than a mobile page is.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 28, 2017 17:44:18 GMT -5
You've read more Doyle than me; what do you think? Honestly, I have few ideas.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Jul 28, 2017 18:33:41 GMT -5
I have plans tonight on another site but maybe tomorrow the two of us can get together and see if we can make something out of this.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 28, 2017 18:54:39 GMT -5
I guess for now I can set it up in the works
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