The start of this story was a response to a story Vixyy Fox did as a Thursday Prompt about becoming your ICON or fursona... You can read my start here... http://www.furaffinity.net/view/24471027/ Vixyy's story can be found here... http://www.furaffinity.net/view/24105801/
I hope you enjoy my ramblings...
I hope you enjoy my ramblings...
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This was an absolute delight!he was right about the GPS going bonkers when you get into the valley.No surprise, there. "The tools of Man and the tools of Magick tend to interfere with each other." I was told this by a 30,000-year-old Chilkoot Bear Spirit while struggling with my car in an area where supernatural things are normal -- in Gungywamp, Groton Connecticut. My friend Corbin, the Dwarf, is the only soul I knew who could make the transition effortlessly, but Dwarves have worked in metal and machines for millennia.
My 1987 traditionally aspirated Hyundai Excel would reliably die in rainy weather anywhere around Gungywamp. I was working 7 PM to 7 AM at a Navy research base in New London, and one of the members of my carpool moved to Groton. I dropped her off and turned around to drive home, but the electronic ignition gave up the ghost right near the site. The year-old car was DOA in the pouring rain.
I got out in my raincoat to try and coax the thing back to life, but this huge guy in a waxed canvas Macintosh and a huge floppy hat shuffled up. "Oh, you're one of Doc Barron's patients, aren't ya?" I said yes, Dr. Barron tested our hearing every year. The apparition leaned over the engine and prodded something on the firewall. I swear a bolt of lightning hit the car; a blue flash arced under the hood and my new acquaintance said, "Try 'er now."
I hit the key and the beast roared to life. The visitor slammed the hood and told me to move it while it was running. I did, and looked back to see him waving in the rear view mirror -- and then he stopped being there.
I got out in my raincoat to try and coax the thing back to life, but this huge guy in a waxed canvas Macintosh and a huge floppy hat shuffled up. "Oh, you're one of Doc Barron's patients, aren't ya?" I said yes, Dr. Barron tested our hearing every year. The apparition leaned over the engine and prodded something on the firewall. I swear a bolt of lightning hit the car; a blue flash arced under the hood and my new acquaintance said, "Try 'er now."
I hit the key and the beast roared to life. The visitor slammed the hood and told me to move it while it was running. I did, and looked back to see him waving in the rear view mirror -- and then he stopped being there.
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