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The Adventure of the Absent DoctorThe Adventure of the Absent Doctor
In the all the years for which I have known Sherlock Holmes, there have been many cases in which my friend has been allowed to fully demonstrate that wonderful deductive mind of his, but few are more singular than that of the late Doctor Allen Johnstone. While in the ensuing years circumstances have prohibited the publishing of this particularly baffling case, now I can do so without fear of tarnishing anyone’s reputation.
It was a foggy morning in April, in the year 1902. At this point, my friend’s career was in a bit of a decline, despite his recent success in the case concerning the three Garridebs. And so it was that on that dreary April morning, my friend Holmes and I found ourselves in front of the fire with rather nothing to do.
“All of this nothing has been rather stifling to my mind Watson,” said he. “As I have said before, my mind begins to deteriorate when I have nothing to do to keep it occupied. I am at my wi
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: Never Trust a Cactus
This little tale I’m telling you could get drab really fast. The following days I didn’t have a whole lot to report. This ‘work’ that Cedric partook in made him have a similar schedule each day. He would make some kind of breakfast for us in the morning and then head off to work, remaining there much of the day. Speaking purely from an observational military standpoint, it wasn’t the best of choices he could have made. With so much time away from his base it could have easily been taken over by another Human, or an alien kitty.
After some time I had gotten him trained to remember to make me some food for lunch and dinner before he left instead of just breakfast. I suppose I could’ve figured it out myself but that wasn’t particularly interesting.
Every day had been nearly the same as the one before. Sit, eat, look around, observe the occasional life form outside of the household and bat at the toys Cedric had picked up at the l
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: I Should Have Stayed Home
“Kitty!” That was close to my name but… “KITTY!”
My ears perked up, fur frazzled as I was jerked from the ever peaceful realm of sleep. At first I thought we were under attack. I rolled off the bed and scurried to try and get underneath it. I was about halfway there when I heard the voice again. Clarity began to return after I had rammed my face into a boot of some sort. I hit all drives into reverse and pulled myself out just as I heard the voice again. The Human! Right!
So it turns out ‘Short Nap’ was a little longer than I had intended for it to be. My superior lieutenant intellect and training told me this—I basically saw it was quite bright outside and could assume that if the Human was back its job was probably over. You do some basic math here and multiply the square root of the hours the Human had been gone by the number of boots stuffed under that bed and you come up with the answer—it had been some hours
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: I Set Up My Command Post
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. My invasion crew—we were actually labeled as a scout crew, but I’m pretty sure that was just a mistake in the paperwork; they meant to label us as the main invasion force. My point is I got to work fast once I had established headquarters. I had a lot of responsibility here as the overseeing leader of this entire operation.
There were just a couple simple things I had to keep in mind for this whole thing to be a success. The first was keeping all knowledge of my true intentions away from the Human. This wasn’t particularly difficult because Humans aren’t very smart. The current one for example had left me all alone after only a few minutes of welcoming me into its home. It had grumbled something about not wanting fur on its furniture, but I had ignored that. I mean, seriously. Having any of my fur lingering was a luxury. I was doing it a favor.
Maybe it could collect the fur fragments and glue them to itself
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: I'm Struggling for Names Here!
For the record me and Cedric did feast on delicious cookies in celebration that night. Oh the feast we did have. Actually I had done most of said cookie devouring. Cedric didn’t eat many of them—not that I particularly minded. He was too concerned about carbs catching up with him or something like that. I on the other paw was totally fearless of these ‘carbs.’
Back to important matters, morning had come around and Cedric had gone off to work much like he had the other days. Once again I was alone with nothing of interest to do and no one to bother. To top it all off I didn’t even have any cookies. That made things significantly less thrilling.
I resorted to watching the local Human TV again. It had this rather antique remote device that would let me sift through channels. It was wireless, but that was about all that could be said for it. Human technology seemed to be rather outdated in comparison to our own—not that it was a huge su
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: Or This Home Could Work
I wasn’t so sure how to respond to that. I mean it had just locked me up, what I now assumed had been all night, leaving me to dread my fate. Now it had made it easy for me to escape and greeted me like we were buddies! I decided to welcome myself outside before taking any additional action. Better safe than sorry. At least this way if the Human decided to chase me I’d have a better chance of escape.
I gave the Human a most disapproving glare but it seemed oblivious.
Aha, so it was going to play dumb it seemed. I decided I’d ignore it, bet that would teach it. It finally seemed to pick up on what I was doing and frowned.
“What’s wrong, Kitty?”
“First off, my name is Smiley not Kitty—”
“Smiley? That’s a weird name. I’ve barely seen you smile the whole time.”
I grabbed the hood of my uniform and flung it back, leaned my head forwar
Qwuedeviv Crew 52:Smiley-Me! Because I'm Adorable!
From the short time I had been here it seemed Cedric did a lot of work and running. Perhaps he even ran for work. Yes, I said he. Turns out, unlike us Qwuedeviv, Humans use gender exclusive pronouns regardless to if they’re on active duty or not. Seemed like a pointless complication of life to me, but that was what they did. I wasn’t entirely up to date on every little detail of Human behavior you see.
I had had better days, but I had also had worse. At least I had a place that was confirmed to be my new home. That was always something to fall back on—less satisfying than invading, but better than death in my opinion.
I took the time while Cedric was gone to get better acquainted with my new home. It was mostly a lonely and boring day as I had pretty much already discovered all there was to see on the first day. Nothing had changed that much so after a brief walk I lounged on the sofa and took a few naps.
Every once in a while I’d poke my
Werehog Story 18Eggman made paced around his base. Trying to using his genius brain to come up with a idea, some sort of idea to take care of his hairy nemesis. The Control Collar was only a temporary ~and failed~ solution.
If an answer wasn't found soon the doctor might have to take down the hedgehog. Eggman shuddered a tiny bit at the thought. He hated Sonic's guts with a fiery passion and would love to see him go down. But killing him or seeing him dead was another matter all together. Even the doctor wasn't that mad.
A little known secret was that when he shot the hero into space from the ARK, it was something he regretted moments after the capsule exploded. But that didn't last long when the hedgehog somehow survived after figuring out Chaos Control.
"Here's you deck Doctor Eggman." Bokun held the stack of cards up to him.
"Not this time. I believe I have a idea that might work." The mustached man walks down the hall with the robot following behind.
"What idea would that be?"
Devil's Advocate Part 6: Amor vincit malumSamael looks at several test subjects, lined up with the serum ready to inject.
Samael: Today is our first step into the future. A future without disease, chaos, or fear.
He presses a button, injecting them with the serum. They twist and contort before becoming demons.
Samael: Now, FLY!
We see now that those ones he injected were not the only one, in fact he's rounded up at least 30 all contorting into the homo daemons Sameal has monstrously brought to earth. He watches them then take off into the city, to claim it for his cause...Hell was about to come to Earth. He smiles. Meanwhile, on the street below, Lilith stirs.
Etrigan: What is it, witch?
Lilith: It's begun
Constantine: "Begun"? What the hell does that mean?
Nightwing: ...*looking up in the sky* Well I think she means that
We now see the sky full of demons and screams from the people below.
Ronin: Oh hell
Constantine: You said it.
Lilith: He's confident of victory or perhaps he thinks we don't have the power to stop him
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