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| Julius Larson | John Crowley | Middler Blaydow | Katen Tanek | Elijah McMurran |
Julius: Si-igh. At least that ordeal is over with. Still don't feel sums better. Feels LONELY, really. Sits on J.N.'s couch and MOPES.
J.N: What are you moping about?
Julius: …I dunno… I thought I'd feel better after I had your forgiveness, but…
J.N: Well, then that wasn't the problem.
Julius: …So it would seem. Stands. We should go back to Atlantis. I'm not doing either of us any good like this and I'm sure you don't want to put up with it.
J.N: If you want.
Julius: You don't care one way or the other… Well… Looks around for Middler. Sigh. Where's Middler?
Middler: Here I am! From the guest room!
Julius: Peeks into the guest room. …What're you doing?
Middler: Nooothing!
Julius: Blinks. Well, we're going now… Is that alright with you?
Middler: Alright! Just lying on the bed anyhow! Hops up from it!
Julius: Comes back out into the living room. Bye John. Good luck in all your endeavors. Bows.
Middler: Walks out into the living room as well. See ya John!
J.N: Waves.
Julius: Drinks his potion!
Middler: Drinks his potion too!
Julius: Gets back to work in his office feeling no better than before.
Middler: Rushes to visit with Natey!
Katen: Fro-owns at Elijah. You've neglected all your homework for the week?
Elijah: I've been busy, is all.
Katen: Pray tell what has been of such import that you've been neglecting your studies. This is going to be stupid.
Elijah: I'm working on a Demon Survival Guide for Mr. John!
Katen: Elijah… Mr. Crowley lives on the North American continent… No Demons reside there. Do you see where I am going with this?
Elijah: No. He had a zombie survival guide and I'm pretty sure there's no zombies there either.
Katen: Then Mr. Crowley is a superstitious fool and a bad influence on you to boot.
Elijah: He's not! He's a secret agent.
Katen: Groans. He's lying to you.
Elijah: You're jealous.
Katen: Scoff. John Nathan Crowley is a ne'er-do-well-good-for-nothing. He's not a secret agent. He is a butcher.
Elijah: That's just his cover.
Katen: His cover for being an ill-tempered, unmannerly, slob.
Elijah: Well it's easy to take potshots at him when he's not around, huh?
Katen: Oh, please. You're delusional. I am not in the least bit afraid of him. Have you ever SEEN him do any of these amazing feats you believe him capable of doing?
Elijah: Well, he's been sick.
Katen: And I'm sure all secret agents are chosen for their ability to cough up tar.
Elijah: I can't believe you're so jealous.
Katen: Oh, certainly, I'm jealous that he seems to command more respect from you than I. A man who's done nothing with his life other than hack up meat. When I was his age, I'd been the King of Tanekia for seven years.
Elijah: Except that he's a secret agent…
Katen: You're an insolent little beast. I could smack you. Get your homework done and I don't want to hear anything more about John Nathan Crowley, or I will.
Elijah: Frown. You're not my father or anything.
Katen: Alright then, I'm not your sword master or anything, either. Leaves!
Elijah: Fine!
J.N: Actually exercising in his house now, though mostly just cardio.
Elijah: I need to finish this before I can visit him, though. Looks at his chicken scratch. Well, maybe I could get Julius to proofread it… and put it in that magical machine that makes letters look all nice and the same… yeah… That'll impress him. Thinks Julius is the only one that owns the magical device known as THE COMPUTER and what it can do WILL IMPRESS EVERYONE ELSE IN THE WORLD, PROBABLY, TOO. Finishes and walks to Julius' office with a STACK OF PAPERS. Julius?
Julius: Yes? Looks at the stack of papers. Groan. From Katen?
Elijah: Nope! I wrote 'em! Sets them on his desk. Can you put it on your um… machine thingie?
Julius: …Even if my computer did work in Atlantis, I wouldn't want to type all that up.
Elijah: Can I use your uh… computer… then? At Mr. John's?
Julius: No. It's an expensive piece of equipment and you don't know how to operate it, much less type.
Elijah: You could teach me?
Julius: I'm busy and I've already been at John's once today. What do you need it for?
Elijah: It's a Demon Survival Guide for Mr. John!
Julius: …I can believe you wrote all that for J.N.
Elijah: I did! Will you teach me, then?
Julius: No. John's just going to have to decipher your hieroglyphics. Please don't bother me anymore, Elijah, I'm busy.
Elijah: Grumbles and leaves Julius' office. If I had a magical machine like that I would at least SHARE IT WITH PEOPLE… glumly takes a potion to see Mr. John!
J.N: Disturbed while doing PUSH-UPS.
Elijah: Hey! You're training!
J.N: …Oh. Hi Elijah. Stops and notices STACK OF PAPERS. …What is that?
Elijah: Gri-in. Your Demon Survival Guide!
J.N: …Oh. Good. You've been busy.
Elijah: Yeah, well you asked me to do it. Smile.
J.N: Didn't think you'd do it all at once. Don't you have school?
Elijah: …Sorta… Can you teach me to be a secret agent? Eager.
J.N: Did you skip school to write that?
Elijah: I haven't skipped school. Truth! He just hasn't been doing his homework. Smile, smile.
J.N: …Where'd you get the time to write this, then..?
Elijah: After school and on weekends! I would'a had it neater, but Julius wouldn't let me use his… computer?
J.N: …I can see that. This might actually be an interesting read.
Elijah: If I was the only one in the world with a magical device like that, I'd share it with people, y'know?
J.N: That's good to know.
Elijah: Will you teach me how to be a secret agent? Smile.
