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  <title>Comments on 'Old Friends'</title>
  <subtitle>Simon screamed in pain, his retinas were on fire and he had no clue what was happening.

&amp;quot;Oz,&amp;quot; Simon heard Blake say.

&amp;quot;Hell-o Blake,&amp;quot; a strange voice responded. &amp;quot;Fancy meetin' you here.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Who the&#8230;&amp;quot; Simon started to ask, still _sans_ sight, when&#8212;like magic&#8212;his vision returned. Before Simon stood another Humphrey Bogart wanna-be&#8230; except this one carried a flaming sword.

&amp;quot;Oz, Simon. Simon, Azrael,&amp;quot; Blake said.

&amp;quot;Azrael?&amp;quot; Simon asked.

&amp;quot;Yes,&amp;quot; replied the new comer.

&amp;quot;The Creator's Sword on Earth, the embodiment of His Wraith,&amp;quot; Blake continued. &amp;quot;Yes, that Azrael.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;But I prefer Oz,&amp;quot; Azrael said.

&amp;quot;And you two know each other?&amp;quot; Simon asked.

Blake nodded and then, rudely, directed full attention to Oz. &amp;quot;What's the damage here?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Full,&amp;quot; came the reply.

&amp;quot;You mean&#8230;?&amp;quot; Blake asked.

&amp;quot;Yup, full collatoral.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;So, we're going solve this all now, right?&amp;quot; inquired Simon.

&amp;quot;I'd suggest leaving Chicago,&amp;quot; replied Oz.

&amp;quot;What do you&#8230;&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;I'm here to do recon and, if necessary, erase Chicago's location from every dimension.&amp;quot;</subtitle>
  <updated>2007-11-14T17:08:20Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Comment on Old Friends</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11265"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;This is fairly late, but I would like to say that perhaps you should make a parody sort of thing of those strange ideas you had?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11265?basename=23103</id>
    <published>2007-11-14T17:08:20Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Fyora Cartagan</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/fyoramacragge</uri>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Comment on Old Friends</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11265"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;{Alexa is laughing too much to respond.}&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11265?basename=17142</id>
    <published>2007-10-12T15:02:01Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Alexa &#9829;</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/alexa1018</uri>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Old Friends</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I sure hope so, Tarzan, I sure hope so&#8230;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sky is blue,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the grass is green.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What shall we do,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this bitch is very mean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11265?basename=17127</id>
    <published>2007-10-12T10:42:33Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Nick</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/white1975</uri>
    </author>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Old Friends</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;But, we&amp;#8217;re keeping the musical number, right?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11265?basename=17118</id>
    <published>2007-10-12T07:04:13Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Crown Me Tarzan, King of Mars</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/user_605</uri>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Comment on Old Friends</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Yeah, I was really looking forward to the ground-breaking argument Azrael and &lt;strong&gt;Death&lt;/strong&gt; were going to have over Earl Grey versus Camomille.  But, you know what they say, give the fans what they want: which seems to be butt-kicking.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Oh, and Howie, the whole Blake and Simon wedding was dumped already (sorry).  But the Alec and the rats orgy is still on.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-10-12T02:26:10Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Nick</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/white1975</uri>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Comment on Old Friends</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Noooo&amp;#8230; I had a really awesome description of all the different flavors of ice cream the four horsemen served from their ice cream truck. And a pretty good idea for &lt;del&gt;Simone&amp;#8217;s&lt;/del&gt; pony.&lt;br /&gt;But we can still do the wedding scene with Blake and Simon, right?&lt;br /&gt;(And yes, every word in that last sentence is spelled and formatted correctly. :-P  )&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11265?basename=17095</id>
    <published>2007-10-12T01:30:30Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Howie Amourscow</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/user_396</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Comment on Old Friends</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11265"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Butt-kicking, huh?  I was leaning towards a giant tea party for the big finale, but this butt-kicking thing sounds like a better way to go.  Guys, we&amp;#8217;ve gotta revise our story bible now&#8230;  :)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11265?basename=17094</id>
    <published>2007-10-12T01:15:20Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Nick</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Old Friends</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;to say the least.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11265?basename=17067</id>
    <published>2007-10-11T23:23:52Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>J.B. Williams</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/user_5182</uri>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Old Friends</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I think that some butts are going to get kicked&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11265?basename=17066</id>
    <published>2007-10-11T23:23:36Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>J.B. Williams</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/user_5182</uri>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Old Friends</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11265"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Oh, I &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; know how it ends: Rosebud was the sleigh he lost as a child&amp;#8230; no, hang on&amp;#8230; um&amp;#8230; Bruce Willis is dead&amp;#8230; no. Hold on. I&amp;#8217;ve got it right here: it was Kevin Spacey the whole time&amp;#8230;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I&amp;#8217;ve got nothing. But it&amp;#8217;s gonna be a helluva party finding out how it all ends, and that&amp;#8217;s why I&amp;#8217;m excited as a reader &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; as a co-writer.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11265?basename=17059</id>
    <published>2007-10-11T22:11:22Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Howie Amourscow</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/user_396</uri>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Comment on Old Friends</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Glad we continue to please, Alexa.  Soon after writing Oz as a private eye I realized he should know Blake, another private eye.  Both run in the same circles, in theory.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11265?basename=17055</id>
    <published>2007-10-11T21:44:23Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Nick</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/white1975</uri>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Comment on Old Friends</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;{laughing at the above two comments}&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I love Simon&amp;#8217;s reaction to Oz, and the unspoken past with Blake.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11265?basename=17053</id>
    <published>2007-10-11T21:41:35Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Alexa &#9829;</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Comment on Old Friends</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11265"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Wait, we&amp;#8217;re supposed to have an idea of what&amp;#8217;s going on?  Well, um, heh&#8230; in that case&#8230; um&#8230; yeah.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11265?basename=17042</id>
    <published>2007-10-11T21:08:05Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Nick</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/white1975</uri>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Old Friends</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Yes, um, indeed&amp;#8230;&lt;br /&gt;(Looks around nervously, hoping no one realizes he still has no idea what&amp;#8217;s going on.)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11265?basename=17040</id>
    <published>2007-10-11T20:51:29Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Crown Me Tarzan, King of Mars</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/user_605</uri>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Old Friends</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Yes it is, it is indeed.&lt;br /&gt;(Rubs hands gleefully, cackles.)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11265?basename=17039</id>
    <published>2007-10-11T20:47:24Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Howie Amourscow</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/user_396</uri>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Old Friends</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;And there we have it, kids.  At least all the characters are now in two groups (and all in Chicago).  It&amp;#8217;s all coming together&#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-10-11T20:27:04Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Nick</name>
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