Throughout the book Chemers makes use of several theoretical frameworks, applying them unsystematically. As he readily admits, his method involves "employing analytical tools from whichever domains of human inquiry seem most productive to the purpose" (5). That being said, Chemers does position him- self strongly in relation to Joseph Roach's concept of "surrogation" (5), borrowing his technique of conducting research that is both deep and broad in order to uncover aspects of material practice and theoretical frameworks that were previously hid- den. Chemers also finds a useful model in Rosemarie K. Bank's Theatre Culture in America, 1825-1860 as he endeavors to lay out "spatial histories" (3), which help bring to light an array of indirect relationships among subjects. Bank's model suggests that historians look beyond a single domain of critical theory when conducting a study in order to reveal concealed connections and associations. Chemers follows Bank's suggestion, using a wide array of theoretical frameworks in order to avoid a positivist or reductionist view of his subject matter. Due to this wide sampling of critical techniques, however, the book can read more as a loosely connected set of reflections upon Chemers's favorite stage monsters than a sus- tained deep engagement with theory. This is not necessarily a bad thing. though. Through his serendipitous use of several critical frameworks, Chemers some insightful observations and unearths interesting connections that are rife with opportunities for further study. Instead of new information, there is old infor- mation here explored in new ways. The book also contains a wide-ranging bibliog- raphy that can offer inspiration for additional research, although it does contain some notable omissions. For example, Chemers does not include David J. Skal's Hollywood Gothic: The Tangled Web of Dracula from Novel to Stage Sereen (Norton, 1990) or his The Monster Show: A Cultural History of Horror (Norton. 1993), two texts with extensive information about staged monsters. I was also surprised to discover that Noel Carroll's The Philasophy of Horrer (Routiedge, 1990) was not referenced. In spite of these omissions and its idiosyn- cratic approach to theory, this book does successfully demonstrate how theatre ani- mates ideas about monsters in ways that books and films cannot. It stands as a reminder that not only have monsters played an important role in the history of the theatre, but theatre has played an important role in the history of monsters. The Story of Drama: Tragedv, Comedy and Sacrifice from the Greeks to the Present. By Gary Dav. London and New York: Bloomsbury Methuen Drama, 2016: pp. viii + 237. S114 cloth, $24.99 paper. $22.49 e-book. doi:10. 1017/SO040S57418000406 Reviewed by Andrew Walker White, George Mason University Wherever we go, whatever we do, the Greeks will always be with us- whether in terms of medieval manuscripts, or archacological sites, or the contem- perary practices and theories we continue to project upon them. There are palpable.

And strangely, the three who were strongly opposed to having any more girls for their man, decided separately to work hard to fill his harem with more girls, and this war was just in its earliest stages yet.
As for the next big war, James intended to make it a huge one, not just on one front, but on all fronts!
The council of war gathered up inside the palace secret room, where only James, Rigo, Islinda, Dora, and the new arrival Anasta joined the council.
"May I ask what she is doing here?" Rigo was the one to express his doubts, and James simply replied:
"She has a tactical mind that I liked. She will be our strategist from now on, war strategist."
His words weren't groundless, as he and others had reviewed the footage from the surveillance cameras, plus James heard the confessions of other girls who described what happened, and all agreed on the main role of Anasta in saving them and killing Rischa.
So, James decided to appoint her in this vacant place, where no other girl or droid was able to occupy for so long already. He admired her mind abilities, perfectly reading the situation, anticipating what would happen, and planning a perfect counter attack where she wouldn't even be blamed for!
James knew everything was her planning and execution, and he wasn't angry with her; on the contrary he was admiring her more for such a twisted meticulous mind of hers.
"A strategist?" Rigo said, asking about this strange role he never heard of!
"It's someone who will be responsible for setting up plans and reading the enemy's plans before they even leave their homes. It's an old role mentioned at some old records I once read, and I intend to mimic them and she is the most suited person to do that."
His words didn't manage to explain things to Rigo, and James just helplessly sighed before gesturing to Anasta, who was also surprised by his words and his trust like others. "Can you explain to him your importance by putting the grand map of the dark crow forces and regions please?" Kames said and she just nodded.
Instantly a huge map appeared in front of everyone, and once it did Rigo said in a complaining tone:
"I have an exact copy of this map if that would be her role!"
James didn't answer his sarcastic remark, as he asked back:
"Can you tell me what you think our enemies will do and how we should move against them?"
Rigo glanced at him, feeling like his leader was putting his capabilities to test. "They will gather all their forces after knowing about what happened here; and I'm sure they already did. then they will move towards us to face us in a grand fight where they will try to snatch rapid victory before we can amass our forces."
James' face didn't change as he nodded, motioning for him to continue. "Then we have to amass all our forces, fast, and I have already sent for all of our forces to come and gather here," he said, with much pride in his simple plan, while Dora sitting next to him nodded, expressing her approval on this genius stroke of brilliance.
"May I hear your words?" James totally ignored the two as he glanced over to Anasta who was still surprised and feeling awkward about this situation. She had already thought about what the black crows would do, and she had a plan in her mind.
"Ahem, first they won't try to directly face us," she opened the words by saying this, making everyone glance at her in a weird way, while Rigo even raised an eyebrow in response to her assumptions. "May I know why?" he asked, calmly yet the vibe he gave was so heavy.
"It's because they don't have the higher moral grounds here," she simply replied and Rigo seemed not to understand what she meant, in addition to Dora. Only James and Islinda understood her meaning perfectly. "Then what do you think they will do?" Rigo didn't give up and asked.
"They will target our allies first," she said as she started pointing towards places next to the huge territory of the black crowes. "Allies?" Rigo asked.
"The other six forces, or to be more specific the other five forces greatly weakened by your masterpiece at the last expedition," she said, directly revealing how she understood things here.
Rigo's eyes shone and widened, while he remained silent this time. "Keep on," James said, with a faint smile over his face. He was pleased by his right decision and keen eye when he chose her to do this critical long forgotten rank.
"They will try to threaten the weak forces in a try to break the grand alliance we have. In the meantime, they will wait patiently for us to attack them, then they will take such an excuse to claim the higher moral grounds and assemble their forces and allies, try to break our allied forces and start a grand war towards us."
Her words were logical and each sentence she said gained the approval of James and Islinda, who was surprised by how well organized Anasta's mind was. She glanced at her, knowing for sure this little girl wasn't an easy pick at all!
"And what do you suggest we do?" Rigo asked, feeling some logic in her realistic words.
"We should use the forces you summoned, distribute them into seven forces, six small forces sent as a guarding garrison to each of the six forces main territories, and one huge fleet be stationed here, ready to move out at any short notice," she replied, explaining her own view over how to act here.
"Didn't you just say we can't move against them?" Rigo asked with confusion.
"We will, but after flipping the tables over them, besting them in their own game. we will use the stationed garrisons at each force as an excuse; any move towards any force will be faced instantly by the summon of our grand fleet, under the banner of the righteous act of rescuing one of our allies."
Her words managed finally to reveal the beauty of her plan, rendering Rigo and Dora speechless, while James just clapped his hands as he patted on her back as he said:
"Brilliant idea Anasta, you really deserve the reward I'm planning for you tonight."
The face of her reddened, while the others understood what he meant by that. Dora glared towards this little girl feeling like glaring at a snake in human skin, hating her even more she hated Islinda. As for Islinda, she inwardly sighed; she relaxed herself and lowered her guard for a brief time and this was the result! She had now a formidable enemy she had to dread carefully and seriously, or else she would lose!
"Now, as you can see; this is the main and critical role of a strategist in any empire or kingdom. It's an old role, but not an obsolete one," James said before starting to relay his orders, "Rigo and Dora will be responsible for arranging the fleet in the manner Anasta just described. As for Islinda, you will be responsible for dealing and arranging things with our six allies. Inform them about the fleets sent to them, but say nothing about the plan."
The three nodded, as they realized James was ending the meeting.
"What about their merchants?" Islinda suddenly asked.
"Don't touch them," James said, before evilly smirking, "after all, all of them will belong to our empire sooner or later."
The four in front of him smiled as they understood his set of thoughts. They all moved away after that, all except Anasta.
He glanced at her before adjusting his seat to be more comfy. "Come here, don't be shy," he said while patting on his lap.
Like a docile cat, she moved towards him, raised the edge of her long dress to expose her smooth thin legs. "Like this," she said while sitting over his centre, moving her body a couple of times as if she was adjusting her posture, while putting one leg on another, both naked, both so alluring with their smoothness.
"Oh, you come prepared, '' he muttered before pressing a button on the arm of his seat to lock the door, soften the intensity of lights, and a smooth weak music played in the ground.
"I was anticipating this reward, ain't I now your strategist?" she said each word while unbuttoning his shirt, moving her long smooth end nails scratching slowly over his skin.
And he wasn't polite, squeezing her back and thin waist between his two hands, while stripping her from her long tight dress, exposing her figure.
And then they had a very, very intimate and long love that extended for sessions upon session, taking the rest of the day with it, linking it through the whole night, and at all times shades of two dragons superimposed over their bodies from position to position; while the soft music was always interrupted by the loud screams, muffled moans, and the grunting she had at the end, while she was unable to keep up with his.


It's a story about a young man who was thrown into huge play he never planned to join in. His only aim is to survive, live well, be happy, and enjoy his life with his beloved harem girls.
James is a 16 years old war orphan who was captured since he was little and raised to serve in a military base. He will escape from it to be thrown in the middle of an old brutal war between the light and darkness forces in the universe. 
He will try to survive, and save his new friends from being sacrificed in this war. However he never imagined his destiny is to be one of the main forces that affects the fate of the whole universe. 
His hidden powers will be discovered gradually, and he will become a witness to a new age, the age of great wars between empires in the whole universe.
Join James journey from being a nobody who is just trying to survive, to become one of the strongest light and darkness Immortal in the universe.

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From his debut to his superstar status, the stylist had been silently supporting him.
Unfortunately, now, her dream guy was rumored to be in love with a woman…
She naturally felt upset about it!
…
Bazaar Fashion's editor-in-chief: "Was it a coincidence or something else that you landed this lead role in 'The Green Apple' before?"
Yun Shishi: "During its nation-wide audition for the female lead, by chance, I was picked by Director Lin; hence, I got the role."
Editor-in-chief: "Which character do you like best from the movie's script?"
"It's Yin Xiachun."
"Why? What attracts you to this character?"
"That character is a pure and stubborn person. When she loves someone, she gives her all to that person and doesn't hesitate to turn her back against the world for her love! I'm touched by her persistence and devotion."
"Did you read the original novel before accepting this role?"
"Yes, I did. The novel is very well written; I stayed up all night just to finish it."
"Then, while reading it, has it ever crossed your mind that you would, one day, be acting your favorite character?"
"…Nope."
"How does it feel to actually be acting as one of the novel's characters as opposed to just reading about it?"
"They're two entirely different concepts. When I was reading the novel, I got pulled into its world, got influenced by the love-and-hate entanglement in it, and felt the emotions according to the plot. Acting, on the other hand, must be carefully taken into consideration; I'd have to put myself in the character's shoes to feel her every emotion and bring them across to the viewers."
"Did you do some preparations before the filming?"
"What preparations?"
"Preparations for your role."
"I usually read the script several times first as preparation."
"Is it challenging to play her character?"
"It's fine."
"How do you know what emotions the character should be feeling?"
"By striving hard to immerse myself in the character's inner world."
"What are your expectations for this movie?"
…
The interview proceeded gradually.
Facing the camera with a mic in hand, Yun Shishi patiently answered every friendly and critical question that the editor-in-chief hurled her way. Some answers required regurgitation from the memorized script, while others required to be thought up on the spot.
She never memorized those ready-made replies, though, and just came up with all the answers there and then.
As such, it left the editor-in-chief feeling a little disgruntled.
Her answers were so tepid and random that they did not spark any interest in them from others.
She was clearly given a script for the interview. Why did she not follow it?
Such an interview was truly drab.
The editor-in-chief, therefore, posed a sensitive question. "You and Xingze played a couple on screen; how is your relationship like off screen?"
She frowned at this question.
Standing aside, the quietly listening stylist tensed a bit and immediately shifted her gaze onto the artist.
After pondering for a second, the actress calmly replied, "We get along pretty well."
The editor-in-chief broke into a cold sweat. "Pretty well in what way?"
The editor-in-chief thought, This actress isn't cooperative at all. How can she be clueless on how to create hype at all?


She became a surrogate mother in exchange for over a million yuan.

As the esteemed CEO of the most powerful Empire in the capital, he holds absolute power, while she is just an adopted daughter to a family of lowly status. She agreed to bear him his offspring, simply because her adoptive father's business was failing.
 
On the day of her delivery, the elder brother was born healthy, but the younger one was stillborn. Having fulfilled the contract, she disappeared from his sight along with the astronomical sum of money. 


Six years later, he is still that arrogant and high-profile CEO. When she accidentally gets embroiled with him again – like a canary trapped in his cage, he closes in on her. “Woman, do you think you can escape from my clutches?!" 

However, he does not expect a little kid to interfere; the boy pompously points his little finger at him and warns, “Mu Yazhe, you’d better leave her alone! She's mine – this baby's woman!” 

The man is alarmed, simply because the little kid's facial features are identical to his...

Tags: Adorable Child, CEO, Sweet Romance, Scheming, Wealthy Aristocrats, Fluff, Two-faced, Child, Rich and Powerful, Treachery

An odd phone app transports you to various worlds, or something like that.

Dungeons & Dragons (c) Wizards of the Coast. All worldbuilding is my own. All classes, spells, and monsters have been references from the 5th edition Systems Reference Document, and on rare occasions, the Player's Handbook and Monster Manual.

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I simply cannot keep up with the large volume of writing.

"Not Just a Woman...but with a DUAL ROLE"

Heroes with different roles makes the World of Heroes divided and separated from each group called Assasin,  Mage, Marksman, Fighter, Tank and Support.

 Wherein, An assassin is an agile champion that specializes in killing or disabling roaming targets picking them of as they try to replenish HP. Focused on infiltration, deception, and mobility, assassins are opportunistic hunters who find favorable moments within a fight before jumping into the fray. 

Magician, (commonly known as Mage) is a magic damage dealer and an important role in any team composition. Their strengths are in their abilities and not usually their basic attacks. A Marksman is a type of role that has a high attack/damage and critical and distance. This type is commonly referred to as carry/ADC [Attack Damage Carry].

 Marksman plays an important role in the game by defeating enemies from a distance. 

A Fighter has a unique blend of mobility, damage, disruption and durability. Fighter is an intermediate melee heroes, between Tank durability or Assassin damage, hence make fighter serve as multi purpose combatant, such as Semi Tank, Semi Assassin, Damage dealer, and distractor.

 Tanks are durable, front-line champions that help lock down enemies and start fights. They're usually found leading the charge, choosing the right times and situations to initiate aggression. 

Lastly, Support heroes usually lane with the marksman in top lane or at mid lane in order to be able to travel quickly where they are needed.

*HERE LIES THE CHARACTER SHEET, AND AUTHOR'S NOTE, START OF THE STORY IS ON THE NEXT CHAPTER'S PAGE.

. . .

As of Act I; Scene 2: Chapter 18 Vaine

GUILD: WARMONGERS

Matrean ( Mat ) 'Undead'
• Class(s): Paladin
• Driver(s): Great War Hammer 'DoorKnob'; Heart of a Colossus
• Role(s): Primary Tank of the group; Leader
• Rank(s): Current Squad Leader of Death Parade; Member of Warmongers
• Skill(s): High Defensive Skills; Ultra Regeneration; Lightning Attributed
• Status: At China, Shanghai

Basic Info: 19yrs old, 170cm tall, medium built, short straight black hair with white highlights; has a small scar on left eyebrow.

. . .

Mhirfa ( Smirf ) 'Acolyte'
• Class: Summoner
• Driver(s): Wagon 'Lando'; Mechanized Angel So'liel
• Role(s): Holds the groups mobile base of operations
• Rank(s): Member of Warmongers and Death Parade
• Skill(s): Support Skills; So'liel 12 wing Archangel 
• Status: At China, Shanghai

Basic Info: 16yrs old,158cm tall, plump!?, ( Long black hair ) accidental brunette with white headband; freckled face.

. . .

Azaleah ( Azi ) 'Fairy'
• Class: AI
• Driver(s): None
• Role(s): Information dealer of the group
• Rank(s):
• Skill(s): Support Skills; owns a frigate class warship; can control LockPick
• Status: At China, Shanghai

Basic Info: ??yrs old,19cm tall, slender, body length unruly long brush up straight blonde hair; emerald eyes.

. . .

Ackilliez ( Acki ) 'Bladed Ogre'
• Class: Swordsman
• Driver(s): Ultra Great Sword 'Deler'; Full Plated Armor 'Dragehud'
• Role(s): Main Melee Attacker and Second Tank
• Rank(s): Current Guild Master of Warmongers; Member of Death Parade
• Skill(s): Heavy Slashing Damage; Vigor; Fire Attributed
• Status: Left Japan, heading for Korea

Basic Info: 19yrs old,188cm tall, heavy built, very short and spiky ash blonde hair; has an a blue tribal mark on his neck.

. . .

BabyGirl ( Baby ) 'Necromancer'
• Class: Summoner
• Driver(s): Death Doll Ca'li. 
• Role(s): Mid-range attacker; Vice Leader
• Rank(s): Current Vice-Captain of Death Parade and Vice of Warmongers
• Skill(s): Summon can change from Crossbows to Swords; Evasion
• Status: Left Japan, heading for Korea

Basic Info: 17yrs old,169cm tall, slender, medium length pony tailed brown hair; tanned skin


. . .

Lucifiene ( Luci ) 'Blood Witch'
• Class: Sorceress
• Driver(s): Grimoire Codex and Familiar Nar'vash
• Role(s): Glass Cannon of the group
• Rank(s): Member of Warmongers and Death Parade
• Skill(s): High Output Spells; Light Attributed
• Status: Left Japan, heading for Korea

Basic Info: 18yrs old,175cm tall, slender, white, knee length straight pink hair with ribbon at end; pink mostly everything


. . .

Menandro ( Menan )  'Doppelganger'
• Class: Mage Knight
• Driver(s): Gauntlet 'Echo'
• Role(s): Jack of all trades
• Rank(s): Member of Warmongers and Death Parade
• Skill(s): Can imitate spells or skills; also combine them
• Status: Left Japan, heading for Korea

Basic Info: 17yrs old,177cm tall, light built, white, short and wavy blonde hair; dangling rod earrings.

. . .

Akihabara ( Shiro ) 'Shadow Demon'
• Class: Assassin Class
• Driver(s): Devil Mask 'An'ei'  (あんえい)
• Role(s): Second Highest damager in the group; Disrupts enemy; Pathfinder
• Rank(s): Member of Warmongers and Death Parade
• Skill(s): Stealth, Critical hits; Dark Attributed
• Status: Left Japan, heading for Korea

Basic Info: 18yrs old, 173cm tall, light built, long black high pony; has a red devil mask.

. . .

GUILD NEWWORLD

Eva ( ??? ) 'Frankenstein'
• Class: Alchemist
• Driver(s): ???
• Role(s): ???
• Rank(s): Member of NewWorld
• Skill(s): ???
• Status: At China, Shanghai

Basic Physical Traits: 19yrs old, 175cm tall, slender, black bobcut; slit eyed.


* * *

Sorry, for the rough writing and too little details... 

I want to finish the story first or atleast finish the first act which only compromises three scenes ( and unknown number of chapters, because all I got is a start and a finish, the road from here to there is unwritten still  ).

I constantly revise everything, every time i feel a 'level up' in my writing skill, or vocabulary, in hopes that the next reader might get a better experience in reading it.

Anyway, hope you enjoy and thanks!


Khoola

Continuation of War Act I: Factory of Heroes

Chapter Twenty Two:
Yes, People are listening in and 'Old Slippery' doesn't like it.
October was pushing on, and there was yet another meeting at the Bull. All the important parties were there plus the old 'Majors'. Well, they were always there. Very important questions had been formulated. Lina did her chair cleaning trick and Old Slippery dutifully appeared.
What was really of concern now were those people who were recording the meetings in secret, with no permission whatsoever from anyone in the meeting. They were as much an 'issue' as the 'Red Top' press. In a way more so. The debate was very sensitive. It was dealing with some very far-reaching matters. The last thing anyone in the committee wanted was for any of this to be misrepresented. Things were moving forward very tentatively, as should be the case.
Old Slippery was surveying everything very carefully. The general consensus among the committee members was that he too was aware of this latest infringement. The Detective Chief Inspector picked up on this.
"Old Slippery knows people are listening in and recording stuff. You can not hide anything from him."
Of course, the next major worry was how would Old Slippery react?
A number of us knew who these people were and who they were associated with. They knew the supreme importance of what was happening and were keen to find out more. However, pumping out half articulated analysis via the web was no answer. In time our committee would start to formulate some ideas, but these were still early days in these deliberations.
"He knows who they are." The Detective Chief Inspector added. "If you watched Slippery closely you could see how he was 'clocking' each individual person."
Yes, the Resident Ghost was in fact looking very intently at several individuals.
There was then a quick discussion among all of us. The regular members knew full well that Slippery could quickly lose it and 'go ape.'
The Detective Chief Inspector stood up and addressed everyone in the Restaurant Lounge Bar.
"For those who do not know who I am my name is Detective Chief Inspector John Higgins. This is Detective John Franks and Detective William Russell. (pointing to the two young detectives) A number of you are aware of this regular Friday meeting. The Metropolitan Police Authority has given us a special dispensation to attend these meetings although we could be summed by radiophone at any time. It has come to our notice that several people have been illicitly recording our meetings here. I am currently looking into the legality of this."
All the people in the Lounge Bar Restaurant looked around at the Detective Chief Inspector. Some seemed somewhat furtive plus uncomfortable. The Detective Chief Inspector hoped his speech had 'nipped all this in the bud'
However, when the meeting started there were suspicions that people were still recording. The implications of what was people discussed were so important that everyone was left in a quandary as to what to do. Pamela Parsons had outlined some ideas for a documentary or a series of documentaries, but these were still very much in the developmental stage. This might help satisfy people's interests when the documentaries came out.
Meanwhile, human nature being what it is, a few continued to illicitly record. The committee was in full strength. The clerical representatives had been in communication with their superiors. For example, Father O'Halligan had been explaining everything to his Cardinal who in turn was keeping the Pope himself informed. Messages were being passed backward and forwards. Ideas for further questions were being discussed. These meetings had to be allowed to let these very far-reaching issues be openly discussed.
The Detective Chief Inspector quipped. "There are some nutters out there still recording stuff. There were some bizarre websites repeating passages from these meetings on the web or the Wild West Web (WWW) as I call it."
The Detective Chief Inspector went on. "Slippery has clocked them. I will try and contain him but he might really lose it"
Slippery Jake's eyes were starting to flick red, not a good sign. Members of the committee noticed this as did some of the regulars in the Lounge Restaurant Bar. The Detective Chief Inspector looked squarely at Old Slippery and they started communicating. The Resident Ghost was fully aware of what was going on and he was far from happy with what he was noticing. He may well be an emissary of God at present, but his old vicious character was just below the surface. The Detective Chief Inspector implored him to relent as a lot of what had already been achieved could be thrown away if Old Slippery acted rashly.
The Detective Chief Inspector decided to get up again and address the Lounge Bar customers again.
"It seems a number of you have not heeded my advice. You have flagrantly continued to record. I will be forced to take action along with my two inspectors and have you forcibly removed. There is nothing to stop you legally doing what you are doing. However, if you then broadcast this on another media such as the web, this is without the permission of the 'parties' here, the committee. What you have been recording has not been sanctioned or is not in agreement with the committee, then this could be a civil matter.
However here, our resident ghost the Right Hon Jake Horatio Higginbottom, or Slippery Jake, is far from happy with this matter. Many regular customers here will know what Slippery Jake is capable of. He is currently showing increasing signs of discomfort with all of this. Consequently, this is now becoming an issue of public safety, primarily your safety."
There was some shifting and shuffling in certain seats. Various recording devices were hidden away.
The meeting got started. Abdullah, the Sufi Imam along with Rabbi Abraham wanted to discuss the true nature of God in more detail, using the Chief Inspector to communicate with Slippery Jake.
The Chief Rabbi asked. "To clarify, God is not a single entity?"
"No", was the straight forward reply from Slippery Jake via the Chief Inspector.
The Chief Rabbi obviously wanted more clarification. However, Inspector John Franks, along with the official recorders Sandra and Kevin, noticed someone recording under the table, using a small recording device. There were a number of other offenders as well.
They were not the only ones to notice. Slippery Jake moved from his chair. Yes, he kind of glided, but also strolled in the direction of the offenders. Those nearby were aghast and pulled back their chairs.
His motion was very deliberate. He stood over each offender and glared at them. They felt waves of very icy cold air flood over them. In particular, at certain intimate parts of their anatomy. As these were all men, these were their 'crown jewels.' The Old Ghost had the precision of a physician. He knew exactly the right amount of pain to administer in these intimate areas. Old Slippery's eyes acted like directional radar. Yes, he knew precisely the degree of extreme discomfort that each man could take. In each case, this was just short of depriving them totally of their 'manhood'.
Those with any sense shot out of the Lounge Bar Restaurant immediately. A few that lingered were subjected to more pain. They did not last much longer and consequently, they shot straight out as well.
Once completed, Slippery Jake took his three-cornered hat and twirled it as he made a stately bow. He made one in the direction of the committee, then turned systematically around the Lounge Bar, repeating his bow, He ended up facing the bar. Sid bowed and Beryl reciprocated as did all the barmaids with a curtsy. Many others in the Lounge bar joined in with stately bows and curtsies in the direction of Slippery Jake. Somebody called out "Three cheers for Slippery Jake!!"
"Who raa, who raa, who raa" everybody chorused. Old Slippery went back to his chair with a big grin on his face and nodded in the direction of the committee as if to say, it was safe to continue. This was his intention anyway.
Later of course the press got 'wind' of all these events. If nothing else it gave the 'Red Top' press an opportunity for more dreadful headlines.
Here are a few examples:
BULL GHOST BLASTS GONADS!!
OLD SLIPPERY SHOWS BALLS FREEZING BALLS!!
PAIN DOWN BELOW DRIVES AWAY GHOST'S UNWANTED GUESTS!!
EVESDROPPERS PRIVATE PARTS FROZEN BY BULL GHOST!!
NO MORE BULL WANTED BY OLD SLIPPERY AT THE BULL!!
The justice delivered by Old Slippery may have seemed a bit extreme. This may be only a 'civil' case, but what was being discussed in the Bull was starting to be very important. The committee members also saw that Old Slippery understood this as well. He took specific actions to deal with this problem.
Professor James Hudson was particularly interested in this behaviour. The Regency was his specialism and he had done a lot of digging around on the subject of Old Slippery along with a number of his Ph.D. students. He had been capable of this kind of control and clarity of thought during his life. This lessened as time went on. Was this down to his syphilis? Were there other factors? He may have been bipolar? Or did he simply have a very quick temper which he had problems controlling as he got older?
The Professor then went onto ponder on some other matters. Had recent events here in the Bull and the advent of the committee started to change his behaviour? His relationship with the Chief Inspector? Had that shown a way to modify his behaviour? He was also now performing a very critical role as a conduit between ourselves and it seemed the 'Supreme Being'. If he were actually alive and in his 'prime' he would not have thought twice about dispatching anyone that crossed him with his rapier sword. However now he had shown an amazing restraint.
"A lot of this could be down to you Detective Chief Inspector." Professor James Hudson added. The Detective Chief Inspector smiled rather sheepishly. He was not used to such effusive compliments, especially in his job.
The platform was now laid. Slippery Jake too was determined to push on. He had a critical role to play. This was something he never had in life and he seemed to be relishing it now.
It was clear that the true nature of 'God' was beyond current understanding, way beyond. Each member present had a contribution to make. Thanks to Slippery these deliberations could continue. Everybody in the committee liked the ambiance of the Lounge Bar Restaurant in the Bull Public House. Of critical importance, Old Slippery was there. Without him, these deliberations would not be possible, obviously. The rest of the regulars and customers were pretty understanding regarding this latest 'Slippery' incident. They had a pretty good idea about what was going on and were sensitive enough not to intervene. They could see how important all of this was.
Therefore, the committee got down to business. There were so many critical areas to address. Pamela Parsons was given the job to the chair again. She was also given the role of prioritizing what should be discussed first and those areas that would need the input of Slippery Jake via the Detective Chief Inspector.
Is this role OK for the Detective Chief Inspector given his duties? This was something that was starting to worry him a lot. He was the pivot in this whole discourse, an essential link with his ability to 'mind read' Slippery Jake. But his very important policeman's role had to take priority.
This was something that was clearly understood by his superiors. Everything seemed totally ridiculous, but they were enlightened enough to see how important this was. He was on call 24/7. If a call asking for him on his radio phone came through, he had to reply to it and act on it immediately. Which he would. To date, this had not happened much during a meeting.
So the scene was now set for some very serious discussion. The Detective Chief Inspector had a very important part to play in this. The focus was now back on Pamela Parsons. Everyone allowed her to make decisions about which topics to develop. Although mindful of there being too many in the 'committee' already, she was wondering if they shouldn't invite science specialist to the next meeting.
Someone interested in particle physics. Professor James Hudson was given this task to sound out any interested parties at Oxford University, who could find the time and also would be interested in contributing.
The Spiritual and the Scientific should not be opposed to each other. They were two sides of the same coin in the quest to understand the 'Great Why? Why anything? There is the world of particle physics and that of astronomy, which are at opposite ends of this great search.
Professor James Hudson through his academic links and contacts knew someone who would be particularly interested in joining these discussions, Professor Alistair McCullough, Professor of Astrophysics at Oxford University. Professor James Hudson had already been updating him on the discussions. He could clearly see a link between the spiritual and the scientific. He too saw them as both sides of the same coin. The quest to explain the Great Why. He was in his 60s now and had a fairly light lecturing timetable. So a regular Friday meeting in a good pub was not a problem. He still kept abreast of all the latest developments in his field from all over the world.

A Strange Ghostly Tale Of Slippery Jake The Regency Rake. 
Outline

This story is based in a London Pub from a few years ago. Slippery Jake returns to haunt the Bull Public House.
He is not your usual ghost by any means. He can be very ruthless but he is also very protective towards the pub.
His is a journey of redemption for the heinous he has committed.

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