James Potter and The Court of Owls Chapter 5

Angus had finished up repairs for the day on the front of the house and then he headed to his workshop at the back of the house. James had made himself and his father two beef sandwiches and two bottles of butter beer and carried them out to Angus on a large platter.

Angus’s workshop used to be a barn he had later converted into armor and workshop to build his weapons. The large doors were open as Angus stood by his work desk cleaning his weapon. Angus had on a leather apron and a genuine smile on his face as he saw his son.
“Hello. Sandwiches on your birthday for your old man. You must have something big to ask me.” He said with a grin. He took one of the sandwiches when James offered it to him and bite into it and nodded his thanks to his son.

“Alright son. What’s on your mind?” Angus said after finishing his sandwich in four bites and opening his bottle of butter beer.
James smiled. “Several things. I got questions though before I ask you.”

Angus shook his head. “Just ask me. It’s the happiest day of my life. So take advantage of the situation.” He said.
James nodded. “Okay. Ah. I want to become as powerful as you are. Can I be your apprentice?” He asked.

Angus put his bottle down and grabbed his son in a tight bear hug and patted his back. “You just made my day even brighter. Of course. Of course. It would be my honor to teach you my craft.” He said and pulled away to grin at his son. “Okay. Give me your questions.”
James stared at his father. “That’s it?”

Angus nodded. “Yeah. That’s it. We’ll get started today and by the time you reach my age you’ll be stronger then your old man when I become a gray beard. Go head ahead ask me your questions. I’m all game for answering you if I can.” He said with a chuckle.
James very much doubted that he would be stronger then his father when Angus advanced to a gray beard in power. Though he was smart enough not to say it. He smiled. “Why did you stop using your wand?”

Angus lost a bit of the light in his eyes at the question but he nodded. “I had a wand at one point when I was a wizard. I’m a magi now and my profession is weapons smith.”
James frowned. “Was? Dad you still are a wizard. I saw you use magic.”

Angus shrugged leaning back against his work desk and crossing his muscled arms across his broad chest. “I’m an American magi now but to answer you question I lost it in a duel. So I had to figure out another way of living. I traveled around spent some time in the wuxia and got a part time job here from an old soldier friend of mean.”

“The Wuxia?” James frowned tapping a finger to his chin. “I know that name from somewhere but I can’t remember. Who are they?“

Angus sighed. “The wizards of the far east as western Wizards call them. Wuixa is their proper name. They taught me a bit of the ancient ways before I came here and my friend helped me buy my ranch and get some employment going to start my weapons repair, trade and customizing business. Anymore questions.”

James pursed his lips. Angus snorted in laughter. “Come on son. Give them to me.”
James grinned. “Okay. Obvious question why didn’t you get a new wand?”

Angus sighed shrugging his shoulders. “Once a wizard loses his wand well you know.” He said shaking his head.
“Buying or winning a new wand isn’t the same. Wand chooses the wizard. So I had to let it go and search for another means of making magical contract of channeling.” He said and then picked up his butter beer to take another drink.

James frowned and studied his father. “What do you mean by magical contract of channeling?”

Angus held out his hand. “Can I see your wand for a bit. I’m not claiming it and this is not a duel.” He said.
James frowned at him but he took out his wand and passed it over to his father. James felt the wand come alive in Angus’ hand.

“Easy now. Calm down. I just want to teach your master a bit of knowledge. I don’t need your kind. The peacemaker chose me.” Angus said.

James stared as he realized Angus was talking to the wand. “Dad.”

Angus held up a finger. “You feel it don’t you. That easy feeling the wand is having just being held in my grasp. Have you ever let any of your girlfriends at school hold your wand?”

I shook my head. “No and I don’t have girlfriends I just have girls I’ve been interested in before. One my friends and professor Longbottom have held my wand before. It never reacted like this. Can I have my wand back?”

Angus handed it back to him with a nod of his head. “That was another issue for why I don’t use wands anymore. A funny thing. Wands know I don’t need them anymore. Anymore questions though.”
James started to shake his head but looked at the hybrid weapon on the work desk. “What is that?”

Angus glanced at his weapon. “Looks like a mogul weapon of war to me. It’s a engineered copy of a non-magical weapon. I call it 1911SC or the peacemaker for short.”

James shook his head. “It’s not just a simple copy of non-magi weaponry is it?” He said and started to reach for weapon as it glowed ruby red but Angus caught his wrist stopping James from touching it. He looked at his father.

Angus shook his head. “Your right. The peacemaker isn’t non-magi at all and neither is it a wizard kind hybrid. Remember the wand chooses the wizard. The reverse is true for this weapon. The magi chooses the peacemaker but it’s a mutual partnership. Do you wish to be a great powerful wizard?”

“Yes. I do. I’ll do whatever it take to achieve my goals. I must become a great wizard.” James said.

Angus smiled and quickly picked up his weapon and holstered it at his side. “Good. I can teach you what I’ve learned and help you become a great wizard.”
James picked up his sandwich and took two large bits from it suddenly feeling very hungry all of a sudden. A question suddenly came to him as Angus grinned at him.

“Are you a wuxia master? What is the far east magical world like?”

Angus’ pursed lips shook with held back laughter. “It is a wonderful place. I am not a master by any means it would take me well over a hundred years before I achieved the level of my former master Zhao Chen. If you do well in your training over next six months then I will take you to see Chen and do a bit of exploring in the hidden temple in the hidden forest. Is there anymore questions you got because I got two questions for you now.”
James had dozens or so questions swimming in his head but he wasn’t in rush now. He was free from school now and he had time to ask his father as many questions as he wanted. “I have dozens more questions but you can ask me your questions.”

Angus nodded. “So ah you got a girl your interested in?”

James chewed on his food a little before speaking. “Ah yeah. I talked my marriage plans over with mom and sense it is important event for the family to decide for myself-”

“So you do have a girl?” Angus said.
James flinched back frowned. “I didn’t say that.”

Angus chuckled. “I heard the sub text in the middle James. I was your age. I knew your mother was the one for me in 2nd year. I never let up until she accepted the fact. Okay you don’t have to tell me who she is yet. No. Don’t lie. I know when your about to lie. Second question what are you going to do for a living?”
James pursed his lips. “I plan to gain power like you and I have political aspirations to become the president.”

Angus nodded. “Continue.”

“I’m going to work for mom in her company in her magical spell engineering in between my training with you and my drive to gain power both politically and martially.”

Angus held up a finger. “Always remember son. Whether you choose to marry your girl or the one your mother chooses it just ain’t going to be a simple thing for you. I understand your reasons for keeping her hidden but eventually you’ll have to tell your mother. Two, I expect you to do your best while working for your mother. Don’t coast by on your ass or what your great great grandfather did. Do your best. Make your own legend. Three, you go for political power you have no friends but your family. One slip up and it’s over. So be sure of what you want. Position means nothing if the power behind the position isn’t yours by right. No one can give you power.”

James nodded. “Mother says you will be the most powerful wizard in the following decades when you come into your full power. Is this true?”

Angus shrugged. “I don’t know what will happen in the future. There are many powerful wizards and magi in the world.”

“Are you one of them?” James pushed.

“Yes.” Angus answered.

“Why aren’t you the president then? Why haven’t you taken control over America?” James asked.

“I don’t need the position. I already have power.” Angus said and stared at his son. “Power is power. No position can grant you that. You to have power first. It cost me a high price to learn what my father and brothers failed to learn. I’m telling you this now so that when someone comes to you and offers you a devil’s bargain for your soul you will know the proper response.”

I want to start fake beef on the internet…

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I really do. I want to start a fake weird circus fight that just the exchange of words between opponents will be the funniest shit around or funny to me at least. I would put on my game face.

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Put on my fighting gear, weapons and then start going at it with my opponent.

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That’s the dream. I’m a hundred percent sure some dumbass is going to still think the shit is real and have me laughing even harder.

Some times fake drama and unicorn mma fights are good food for soul.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Audiobook review of the Feed the Bear by Owen Benjamin….it’s alright.

The audiobook quality is more in keeping with a podcast with a okay sounding microphone and pretty straight forward book about Benjamin’s thoughts on the structure and the engineering of comedy. Benjamin expresses his first experiences in the art in his early twenties to his thoughts on how the process of comedy and the formation of joke work. He began to start having to start figuring out the structure of comedy and how it worked. He gives examples of types of comedy he uses and examples of effect comedy from his own past comedy specials. In general all the information in the package of the audiobook can be found in his old podcast videos you can find online on Bitchute.com or other Video sharing sites or on his website called Unauthorized.tv

The book was a little disappointing as a writer in the structure of a book. It’s little more then a podcast masking itself as a audiobook. It’s a pet peeve and a minor one but it doesn’t sound like a audiobook or is structured as such. It doesn’t take away from the entertainment and information mixed into the product.

I’m writing this review simple because I couldn’t find a fucking review on it and that fucked with me for reasons I have no idea about. So fuck it.

I also had other reasons. I’m a bard of dark comedy and I’m always willing to learn from people who have mastered the art and performance. I got the audiobook to learn about his thought process and maybe glen from in depth meaning on comedy from a veteran in the art and science of comedy. Also to do a review on the book in case anyone was interested in how jokes are designed and what makes something funny both from a laughter sense and from a structurally sound sense.

Owen Benjamin is a legit funny comedian and a master in the art of observational comedy. I even laughed at some of the bits I heard in the audiobook though I have heard a lot of his comedy bits before.

I recommend you sub to Unauthorized.tv for his podcasts or where ever you can find his content.

Warm Regards

P. S.

I am the artist formally known as GuardianDogg

My thoughts on Guy stood up for Dinner…

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I got only a few thoughts.

People ain’t shit.

That was my first thoughts. I heard of this video by way and saw influences making money off this dude and psycho analyzing the fuck out of him. Calling him a “nice guy” or “lame” some other fuck you language.

Come the fuck on.

The facts speak louder then words. Nobody gives a fuck about a man’s feeling. So why in the fuck should a dude give a fuck about what some chick’s thoughts about what the fuck she feels about him.

Fuck em!

I’m not sorry at all. I got goals, I got a tight work schedule and a bag to chase. I have to find reasons to entertain a conversation with a chick some times when I know she ain’t shit but damn shorty got a nice ass.

The only advice I have for this dude is stop giving a full fuck about chick’s in general. Stop the extra shit. Stop giving a fuck about a fantasy happily ever after bullshit. If she about real shit and fucks with you from the jump enough fucking said.

But even then don’t give a fuck. For some reason this is attractive to females.

The question he asked in the video was why does it have to be this hard to find a chick to be in a relationship? Aka “finding your best friend that you want to fuck on a table.” The answer is simple.

People ain’t shit. They will tell you they ain’t shit. People will show you they ain’t shit. So believe em.

There are individuals in this world that make attempts to be about the truth, ya heard. But, we all have some level of bullshit. A dude has got to ask himself when he meets a chick,

alright where’s the bullshit at? The normal chick will hide her bullshit but all you got to do is let them talk and they’ll show you. Just pay attention.

Always ask the question. Is this chick even worth fucking with in order to endure her bullshit.

Final thoughts.

I don’t believe in romantic bullshit. I believe friendships with benefits or a normal sexual relationship.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

P.S.

Any female that stands me up or says I’m not interested in me fucking her is a female that is a kind hearted woman trying to save me from mountain size scale of her bullshit.

Being an INFP sucks when someone is demanding you to give a fuck about a bullshit conversation.

My internal world is often times the playground for all my ideas, dreams, strategies for staying ahead of bell curve of bordom.

Every INFP has a thing (Obession) we all busy ourselves with between now and dirt nap. Mean is writing with splash of music to uplift my mood on a bad day.

Big pet peeve when my energy is low I can be bothered to hold my fucking head up for fucking generic conversation. Paying attention is just not happening.

I know. I sound like a fucking asshole writing this shit. I accept this. Why? I can’t control it. It’s just me. My mind. The question. I can’t stand to hear it.

“You know Tina got a fat ass.”

I start counting. “Yeah. I know.”

“You want to hit that, right. I’d hit that.”

Holy shit. Help me Jesus.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

My thoughts on Indiana Jones The Dial of destiny

This is going to be an overview thought process on the two 2000s movies. I can’t give you a full review because fuck those movies. I barely got through crystal scowl. Fucking hell. They made two movies. Holy shit.

Here’s a sane review of the movie. These are my thoughts on the concept of the aging almost dead old man on another adventure.

Fuck Harrison Ford.

Really. I mean it from the bottom of my heart. I’ve lived long enough to be an old fuck to say it and not give a fuck. Fuck that drunk’n old bastard for even doing these godforshaken movies.

I don’t give a fuck if you love the old dirty bastard for what he did in the past. He killed Han Solo and he effectively killed Indiana Jones for some bullshit mid death fantasy cocain dream of being a young hero again. Fuck um.

Holy fucking shit my Dude. I feel for dude’s and gals that went to watch these movies because of some nostalgic phantom dream of when movies made sense.

Harrison Ford. Holy fucking shit. An 80 year old dirty bastard couldn’t let Indiana Jones ride into the sunset with his Pops to have another adventure and let that shit end.. no. This fucking dude had to be on the big screen one more time making an ass clown of himself just to prove how much of shit head head he really is.

Now. If you enjoyed the movie. Good. I’m glad somebody does. Honestly no bullshit. Somebody has to enjoy this shit for me not go insane pondering who the fuck these movies are for.

Harrison Ford’s time is done. It’s time for new hero for new age…

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

LORDS OF DELTA: VINCE EPISODE 8

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Chapter 7

Vince was pouring over the contract for the last few hours when he got a knock on the door. “What is it?” He asked in a gruff voice.

“I found Pete.” Mini said to Vince’s surprise. “He’s doing fine and he’ll be back in the next forty-eight hours or less. Mr. Ross is here. Do you wish to see him?”

“Yes. Thank you Mini.” Vince said and then sat back in his chair as the door was unlocked and opened. Ran stood in the door and took in Vince’s condition before quickly coming inside closing the door and taking a seat.

Vince stared at him. “What the hell is happening to me?” He asked.

Ran sat back. “My guess is some type of mating fever. This hasn’t happened to you before?” He asked.

“You know damn well it hasn’t.” Vince said. “Humans don’t experience what I’m going through right now. How did you do it? I can’t find any form of enchantment words in the contract or ink, I signed.” Vince said.

Ran frowned shaking his head. “Your not under any enchantment. You’re just experiencing a mating fever. It’s normal.”

“Not for humans.” Vince said.

“Yes. Humans don’t experience what your going through.” Ran said pointedly.

Vince leaned back in his chair tapping his chin. “Where have you been? I’ve been trying to get in contact with you about your case.” He said instead.

Ran smiled. “Working. I have a business to run myself. You are rather bulky and muscular for a human and you favor swords and martial arts to modern weapons. You do realize there are few humans in the horse men. You must have giants in your bloodline maybe a Red Orc.” He said.

Vince stared at him. “I told Sister Daisy I would have to kill Slicer. He is determined to have Ahlar.”

Ran’s smile dropped away. “My wife told me everything you said. He is mean to kill if it comes down to it. You may win the alliance hand but I have rights to kill.” He said.

“You expect me to restain myself if this fucker comes at my head with an axe?” Vince asked.

Ran stared at him. “Barbarian as well.”

“What?!” Vince asked.

“You have Barbarian blood in your veins. I can see it in your stare, however to answer your question no. I don’t expect you to restain yourself. The contract says a best of three bouts. Boxing. Wrestling and finally blunted sword fencing. If he beats you in two the victory is his for a moment until I remove his head. If you beat him in two bouts the victory is yours and I remove his head later when things calm down.” Ran said.

“Slicer doesn’t seem like a male that plays by the rules and he’s fixing to take her any way this goes down. You do know that right?!” Vince said.

“If Slicer is unwilling to go by the rules then fuck him and his clan. It will be war.” Ran said.

“Does Ahlar know this?” Vince asked.

Ran stared at him. “Thank you!”

“Your welcome. But, what are you thanking me for?” Vince said.

“Dispite Ahlar’s behavior. Your gentleman behavior is more then I could have expected but you will not intentionally kill Slicer.”

Vince nodded. “I’m not a murder. I’m a lawyer so I’ll try to play it by the rules. When does the first match begin?” He said.

Ran nodded. “The first bout is tonight. I have made arrangements to have it at a hotel meeting room. Slicer had the option of bare knuckles or gloves.”

Vince leaned back in his chair. “He chose gloves.” He said.

Ran studied him. “How did you know?”

Vince shrugged. “He talks a good game but he has nicer hands then we do.”

Ran nodded. “Easy win for you then.”

Vince shook his head. “He’s a sneaky little bastard though. He made me show my hand early to him. Whose going to be the judges?”

Ran pointed a finger at himself. “Me and the elder of my clan. You just have to beat him two out of three matches either way he’s not getting his hands on my daughter.” Ran said and walked out of Vince’s office.

Vince’s phone rang twice on his desk. He picked it up and saw Ahlar Ran on the caller ID and put his phone back down.

The Return of the raging MGTOW….

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I’m bit tired and restless of late so here’s something funny. The orgin of this piece.

Long story short. A fucking year a go I got into it with a MGTOW disciple over a blog post I wrote in regards to the dude having a shit fit about me being critical about MGTOW in general.

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Once again, I was just being a little critical of his religion (MGTOW) and fucking with him a little about it. He took the shit too fucking seriously.

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Anway, to my Shock and horror the dude comes back a year later and is still but-hurt over the shit. He was fucking whinning again that me and another blogger were critical about his position on MGTOW a fucking year a go. In the fucking comments section. It’s both funny as hell and fucking depressing.

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Holy shit. My dude. I had one fucking hope my dude that he had dropped the bullshit and stopped the crying and whinning about men having to contend in a world that’s against us and trying to fucking take us out.

Newsflash: Tough times make strong man. Soft times make weak soft ass beta bitch gammas.

Holy shit.

It’s the fucking mindset of some of the MGTOW Acolytes. Self-pity, cry baby, blackpill, banging hockers bullshit.

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To each man, live your life. No shade from me but holy fucking shit. Later for all that fucking angry whinning bullshit mindset.

I have more respect for the MGTOW pursuit of the bag chasers then the fucking whinning female hating, hocker bangers.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Spring time in a recession/political depression….#poetry

My allergies are kicking my ass.

The day to day journey’s from home to work and back again fill me with woe.

Not for the work or job as it be. It’s because of the consent bullshit shit in the metaphorical air. I’m allergic to bullshit and politically motivated as such there is alot in the air in that regards.

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It’s a upon us. The season you work longer hours and think about chances to grab more out of a week and day. The prices aren’t falling. So the pay must keep raising.

There’s a reason for it all. There’s a cause behind it all I just can’t name him.

Beta bitch Joe Biden

Oh well. I can’t seem to remember the name of the person. All I can hear are voices continually talking about Will Smith for some reason.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

I don’t know what it is but I can’t stop finding a reason to make stuff funny.

I’m working on Blue Jumper and season 2 is hilarious my dude. I have no idea where it’s going but it is entertaining writing and reading back where the Supers Unit is headed too.

But, I’m noticing a pattern currently with my writing. It’s leaning heavy on comedy with a little action. Even the strange dreams series currently….

Strange dreams….

Stranger things?…Is there a connection? Nope.

My shit isn’t about Nostalgia tripping balls on 80s dreams. Dark City dreams are coming….Along with a 1990s TV show called sliders about to hit the mix button….

Anyway, that shit with Bill taking his best friend Scott on table was funny as hell.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Great Papo goes to war with the Boomer

Great Papo is sitting up in bed at the family estate with a shot gun on his lap. Great grand son is called to talk to him.

“Bring that sum-a-bitch Boomer here. I’m a shot his fat ass off. This is war!”

I stared at him. “I didn’t take the vaccine damn it. Calm the fuck down. Your not shooting my grandfather.”

Great Papo stared at me. “That fucking asshole. That fucking asshole told me to my mother fucking face I needed to trust the government and convince you to take that shit. Fucking traitor to his clan.”

Holy shit.

“Look man. The vaccines aren’t that deadly-“

“That fucking Boomer is brain washing you with that trust the government bullshit. I talked to your Daddy. He told me what’s the goings on and showed me some stuff but that ain’t the reason I’m pissed off and you know it. That fucker asked me to trust the government! After what the government did to me in 1966 and 88. Fuck the government and fuck that traitorous Boomer son of mean.”

Oh shit. He was really pissed.

“If I get him on the phone and he apologies to you about it will you calm the fuck down?”

“Fuck his words.” Great Papo said gruffly. “I want a written contract that fucking Boomer won’t EVER mention government and trust to me while I’m alive or try to trick you into sucking the dick of the government on your fucking knees.” He said

I sighed. “Okay. I think I can get it done.”

“He has to sign it to in blood is my choice by in ink will do. Now how’s things going with your girl?”

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg