Magician/Cheetah: A Coin for a Shire

Portrait of engagement between mystery trekkers of the Earth/West (America) drawing journal-men with an 'examination' for all things shockwave.

DC Comics and other comics-inspired (avatars) stuff. Happy Super Bowl stuff, all 

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AMLAN: We're the great duo of journal writes for the city of Americans now.

MARCUS: We must inquire of this stranger contest view between specter-IQ!

AMLAN: Well, it seems from all gossip that the Magician (Mandrake?) is good.

MARCUS: It seems from likened source that Cheetah is no heroics, bad/evil.

AMLAN: We'll storm into this sand pit where the two've been invited (email).

MARCUS: You doubt they'll grab this coin-magic contest 'deed' for media-IQ?

AMLAN: Hey, I'd doubt anything in Cheetah-ville linked to her arson-image.

MARCUS: She's real scary (Selfie-like).

Mandrake had become a pronounced mystery-man of vigilante magic in the American city of challenged greatness, prowling post-midnight in the darkness of shadows and using special illusions to disorient very dangerous rogues/ghouls/gargoyles simply making bad wave in Earthling minds in Earth alleys for Blue Planet hell (damn). However, we all hoped he'd (somehow/miraculously) now be paired with a new face in the crowd (Facebook-like).

Cheetah had become a nemesis of the planet, despite being a new 'face-in-crowd' for special life-vitality sensuality (wow). Cheetah was surely gorgeous but costumed (or geared rather) in animalia cat-agility visage and 'armed' with her stranger claws, somehow looking like they were (somehow/miraculously) grown from her humanoid hands (naturally!). She used her claws to scratch at affable cops and moved many (like American city journal-men Amlan/Marcus) to hope she'd be challenged by the Magician (somehow).

CHEETAH: I've consented to meet you in this sand pit with magical coins.

MANDRAKE the MAGICIAN: So, you read that cyber-invite/dare for theater.

CHEETAH: We've no doubt (then) the American writers hide out somewhere.

MAGICIAN: We prove our contest qualia and can draw writes for cool hype!

CHEETAH: We both benefit (then) in that 'universe' of streets-prestige, hero.

MAGICIAN: I just might intercept your ABCD with ABCD, but it's a start (IQ).

CHEETAH: What's your show offer here/now, hero?
MAGICIAN: I've a special coin (magical?) that leaps between my fingers.

CHEETAH: Damn...pretty cute (if the hidden camera caught)...I've answer.

MAGICIAN: What shall you do with your chocolate-wrapped gold coins, cat?

CHEETAH: I shall peel the gold-wrapper and eat 1/2 and throw 1/2 at ya.

MAGICIAN: I see...simple muscle-gesture for public display of cynicism (bad).

CHEETAH: At least the media shall report we've got a gender-contest (show).

MAGICIAN: Let the jitters-games begin...for Blue Planet chandelier.

CHEETAH: Catch me if you can, hero (Selfie-like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)