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UXB - Part IVUXB - Part IV by NCWeber
Hannibal, Felina, Selina, Cindy and Linda were standing in front of Monument City International Airport with their bags. Frank had gone ahead to pick up their means of transport during the mission. It wasn't long before a blue-green mini-van pulled up in front of the group. The passenger side windows automatically rolled down, and Frank waved from behind the driver's seat.
"Don't just stand there," said Frank. "'Op in."
"A mini-van?" said Selina incredulously. "You want us to ride around in a mini-van?"
"We're supposed to be inconspicuous," said Hannibal.
"Still, couldn't you have gotten an SUV or something?" complained Selina.
"Ya mean the rollover special?" quipped Frank. "No thank you. One accident in one of those things is enough for me. If it weren't for my innate abilities, y
UXB - Part IIIUXB - Part III by NCWeber
Hannibal stopped in front of an office and knocked, even though the door was already open. A scruffy, burly looking man in a gray flannel suit and burgundy tie looked up from a stack of papers he had been reading.
The man beamed a smile. "Hank! Good to see you." He stood and came around the desk to shake Hannibal's hand. "And these are the kids you're babysitting, I presume?"
"Not a good idea to insult metahumans, Joe," said Hannibal firmly gripping Joe's hand. The team took their cues from Hannibal, and since he was smiling, they remained relaxed. "What's with the suit?"
"Didn't you hear? They retired me," said Joe. "I'm an ex-G.I. now. So they got me wearing this get up."
"It doesn't do a thing for you," said Hannibal.
Joe snorted derisively. "Tel
UXB - Part IIUXB - Part II by NCWeber
Cindy pulled the glass door open and entered the Hollywood Trainer, a well known gym where up and coming amateur prize fighters train for professional careers. The building was large with a massive central room that held four practice rings as well as various exercising equipment. A couple of fighters were squaring off against their sparring partners. Cindy saw one fighter who was lean and lanky with short cut, bleach blonde hair. He looked like he'd snap in half like a dead branch going up against the much heavier boxers in the gym. Though thin, he was reasonably well muscled with a severe looking face. A trainer was having him work out on the speed bag. The quick, staccato rhythm could be heard across the room.
A couple of the boxers noticed Cindy and whistled their appreciation of having a member of the fair sex amongst them. Cindy ignored this undesired attention and walk
Degrees of Belief - Part 1Degrees of Belief - Part 1 by NCWeber
"You want to sing?" asked Trina Bell as she looked up from her magazine at the angel who stood across the room from her. She and Marie Rocque had been visiting Monica in her belfry apartment at St. Gabriel the Herald.
"Yes," said Monica Hughes, "I've been listening to the choir at the afternoon Sunday mass. I think I could do that."
"A singing angel," said Marie with a wistful smile. "How apropos. So, have you learned any songs that you'd like to sing?"
"Hold on, now," Trina interrupted before Monica could answer. "It takes more than just a desire to sing to be any good. A lot more. Trust me. I know."
"Yeah," said Marie with a wink in Monica's direction. "Listen to the voice of experience. This is coming from the girl who had more than the music industry could handle."
MarsMars by NCWeber
Max Wren was quiet during the drive to the lawyer's office. Siryn didn't like it. Ever since Max had received the notice about his father's death, he'd been sullen and silent. Max had made it clearly understood to the others that there was no love lost between his father and him. Siryn wondered why they never spoke for so long. Whatever the reason, it was now much too late to straighten things out.
"We're here," said Siryn as she pulled the van into the parking lot.
Wreck and Thrash were in the back of the van with the instruments. Up until now, they had been catnapping on the drive over. Siryn envied them a bit. It had been a really late night after yesterday's performance. Still, they didn't have another show to do for the next couple of days. There'd be plenty of time to rest up and then practice.
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How long have you been on deviantART?
According to stats, I've been on deviantART for eleven years. That's 77 in dog years.
What does your username mean?
My first initial, my middle initial, and my last name. I just gotta be me.
What is your favourite type of art to create?
I think I rather like pinup style or fashion plate art.
If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?
I would love to be a master of the manga art style.
What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?
Pretty much similar to what I create. Superhero art, cheeky pinup art, glamorous fashion plate art, and occasionally the silly, goofy comic strip.
Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?
Ugh, come on. If that isn't a loaded question, I'll eat my hat. Okay, I can probably narrow it down to VanHeist and jollyjack as my all time must see first when they post something, but there are so many artists out there that I love. I mean, I wouldn't follow their accounts otherwise, now would I?
If you could meet anyone on deviantART in person, who would it be?
Wow, let me see. I would definitely like to meet AngelicEmpyress, ebony-chan, and brianne333 most of all. I also would like to meet jollyjack and EvilJoel. I'm sure I can think of others without breaking a sweat, but these are my top faves for a meet-and-greet.
How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?
A whole bunch of deviants have participated in my many art contests that I have thrown over the years. They didn't have to do that, yet they took time out of their busy schedules to jump in and produce art for my silly contests. Love those folks for that. All of them.
What are your preferred tools to create art?
In traditional art, I prefer pencil and paper. For digital art, The GIMP is my software of choice in combination with my Wacom 4x6 Bamboo Fun tablet.
What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?
Place doesn't matter for me. My inspiration happens whenever, wherever I am. The art generally happens either in my bedroom or in the dining room, but the inspiration follows me wherever I go.
What is your favourite deviantART memory?
Current Residence: Washington, DC
deviantWEAR sizing preference: M
Favourite genre of music: Ecclectic
Favourite photographer: Uwe Ommer, Bill Dobbins
Favourite style of art: Graphic novel illustration
Operating System: Ubuntu 13.10; Windows is dead to me.
MP3 player of choice: Software: Rhythmbox
Hardware: Creative Zen Micro, Samsung Galaxy S4, Kindle Fire HD 7"
Favourite cartoon character: Kismet (D'uh!), Kim Possible, Phineas & Ferb, Doc McStuffins
Personal Quote: You don't have to be good at something to be a success. You just have to do something.