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Shooting resumes this week. In the meantime we present the lost work of Leonardo DaVinci:

Virtuvian Devil Girl

The Hunt Never Stops

The auction house itself is easy enough to find. Its been a fixture for almost as long as the city has been here. The secretary is sitting behind a stack of priceless first editions. She's clearly intelligent but when you're a big name company you get to hire for brains and looks. I hand her the info on what I'm looking for. She says she can't give me the information on who purchased the sword but if I'm interested in contacting him about purchasing it she can pass word along. That's not exactly what I have in mind but one step at a time, right?

I swear they do this deliberately! First the librarian now this one. I'm not sure if the records she needs are really on the bottom shelf or if she's trying to get my attention. Either way, she has it.

She spends some time going through records of prior auction. I'd be happy to help but they're confidential and she won't let me peek. Instead I help out by watching the auction house's assets. . .or at least hers. Anything to lend a hand like the helpful Devil Girl I am.

She finally finds the record she needs and I slip over to get a peek. . .at the records. At this range I can smell her with my tongue, not aroused but definitely curious.

It takes a few minutes of discussion to determine what its going to take for me to get a peek at those listings. I can't tell anyone where I got the information, of course. I agree and she sneaks out of my arms to lock the door to the records room. No point in taking a chance at interruption while we're negotiating.

Can't say I mind the price either. 

Busy Week

There probably won't be a new strip this week. Detective Reynolds is on vacation. Devil Girl is working on shoots for the Devil Girl motorcycle (available soon) and helping the great people at Le Velour Rouge get their gorgeous burlesque hall open.

Upcoming Events:
Devil Girl or her alter ego Magdalena Outlander will be performing at Vagabonds this Friday June 10th for their Steampunk themed event. Stop by to see the lovely DitaV, the charming Denny Kozlov and others offering their unique take on a Victorian Age that never was. Show starts at 9:30.

Magdalena Outlander will be hosting the Lady Godiva Parade to benefit Relay For Life on Saturday June 18 in Caledon Cape Wrath. We still have room for more riders and plenty of good viewing spots for spectators. Parade starts at 3 PM so riders should show up no later than 3:30.

Detective Reynolds will be hosting a benefit concert on June 18th. A special edition of the Devil Girl motorcycle will be either raffled or auctioned off at this event. Its a one of a kind bike and even DG herself won't have this particular one.

Devil Girl will be performing a duet with the remarkable Ophelia Trey at Le Velour Rouge on June 25th. More information on this one as it comes in but its guaranteed to be a stunner.

Watch the group updates for specifics and landmarks.

Detective Does The Diner

Sometimes I hate being a cop. The guy lawyered up. Chief let her go saying it was his word against hers. "Did you see the way she was dressed, she was looking for it," the guy said when we brought him in. I half wish I had shot him myself. One thing about his story didn't match up with hers, though. He says about half a dozen guys ganged up on him. She saw one woman: snake skin jacket, big red boots, black gloves. Its nothing I can follow up on officially but there's nothing in the regs that says we can't have lunch on my day off.

The carhop took off early so it looks like we're eating inside. Not that eating on a bike would be any fun anyway. She is pretty cute and when she wraps her arms around my waist and presses close I can't help but think  it'd be nice to have her on the back of the bike holding me tight.

Meanwhile

Her heart's racing. Her hug is strong but her lips are soft. Sure its not the Ritz but we've got all damn day and that's good enough for me.

We grab a bite and I do my best not to stare too obviously. She's got to know what effect that dress has on people. That's not to say any of this is her fault just that she could talk her way out of me writing her a ticket any day.

We talk for a bit. She's got the same description as before. Some girl nearly ran her car down the alley, jumped out and smashed the guy with some sort of flying chop sockey kick. I'd think she was crazy myself if her description didn't match the one from before, right down to her not thinking it weird that the clothes are the only thing she can remember. Did this karate woman have blonde hair or black? Was she wearing pants or a skirt? Linda here doesn't know and it doesn't even strike her as odd.

Then again neither does having another woman staring at her cute little. . .pendant. I'm getting distracted again when she mentions the car. That she does remember in detail: big roaring engine that sticks out the front of the hood, bright glossy red and only one back wheel. . .not like a flat tire but designed to just have one down the center. There's some crazy cars in this town but that one shouldn't be too hard to spot.

Meanwhile

I toss my jacket on the floor. That cute little uniform won't be far behind. Its enough to blow my camouflage but when she sees the tongue she shivers in anticipation, not fear.

Its only after I've gotten all my notes on her mystery savior that I notice I'm not the only one sneaking a glance here and there. Granted, I expect it from the guy at the counter but from a pretty blonde its a rare and happy surprise.

Now if only we could find somewhere a little more private to continue our talk, somewhere they won't ask uncomfortable questions.

Meanwhile

Now this is a proper lunch. Talk about service with a smile. With a friendly staff like this I might have to eat here more often.

Memorial Day Pinups

The staff at DG productions will be taking a break for the weekend. In the meantime, enjoy these vintage DG Memorial Day pinups.

Devil Girl Does The Diner

The carhop girl skates by on her way to deliver someone's shake to let me know she'll be right with me. I can smell the sweat of a hard day's work with my tongue. Its all the self control I have not to dump that shake down her dress and lick it off. She's tall, a redhead, covered in tattoos and as she skates away I get a good look at her toned long legs. I'm not sure if the skirt is supposed to do that but I'm not complaining.

On her second pass she asks for my order. I decide to skip the formalities, taking a taste of that painted flesh with my forked tongue. Her smile says it all. 

On her third pass she climbs on the hood, keeping the windshield a tantalizing barrier between us. We talk a bit and determine we both have nothing much to do after she gets off work, except each other. Good thing, too. That librarian has me all worked up and I'm in no mood for another quickie. I want to take my time with this one.

On her next pass I give her a little taste of what's to come. She decides that maybe leaving work early isn't such a bad idea. By the time she comes up for air she's sitting in my lap. By the time she gets on the seat we're already out of the parking lot. . .

Headed somewhere that we'll have all the time in the world.

Editor's notes: Due to scheduling issues with the stars, Adventures of Devil Girl may be slow with new episodes until mid-month. To make up for it, the next strip will feature both Detective Reynolds and Devil Girl and run extra long.

History Lesson

In the beginning there was The Word and The Word was God and the word was God. A word, a single vibration that created everything. To hear it, to even think something so pure would melt your mortal mind so completely that it would be as if you never existed.

So we won't talk too much about that particular word. From that one word came all the others, variations, each one a little smaller, a little less resounding in the fabric of everything. 

Just like The Word was God, each of those smaller words has a personality of its own, an embodiment after a fashion. You know the names: Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, Raphael and the rest of the merry ninja turtle flaming sword wielding bunch. And they all got together and made a bunch of smaller words, words like quantum physics and casual Friday. But somewhere down the line some of those smaller words didn't fit the world that the echoes of The Word made.

And they were cast out. But information is a funny thing. Lock it up, burn it, do whatever you want but its never really, truly gone. So now they live on outside the world of The Word most of the time. Their very presence is disruptive to the subtle harmonies of The Word and its remaining children that make up the world. Just like the angels, though, these outcasts can get together and make their own littler words. They still don't fit the world of The Word so well but with the help of a free willed being they can handle it without destroying everything.

This is the story of one of those littler words. No, that's not the real word and I'm not going to tell you what it is. The word is the sigil is the being, just like The Word is God and there's no way in Hell I'm giving a free willed being, no matter how cute, that kind of power over me.

Still Dreaming

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Devil Girl Goes To The Library

Go ahead, make jokes. You know you want to. Believe it or not I do read when I have the time. Those glasses aren't just for show. What I don't know is where to even begin looking for documentation on my sword. Even if they have a book on priceless antiques from Hell, that looks like a pretty big library. Fortunately, there's one thing every devil girl loves about the library:

Hot, repressed librarians! Those legs look very tasty. I wonder if she knows that everyone in the library is dying to stand at the bottom of this ladder and take a better look? Well, they may be shy about it but I'm not.

She turns as I hit the top of the ladder ad my first instinct is just to follow my nose. Its been a while since I've had a good meal and this one's definitely got my attention.

In a flash I'm right on her. I can feel the soft fabric of her dress against my bare skin, her hot breath on my lips. My hands go. . .then stop. I take a deep breath and try to keep myself under control. Maybe I could take her right here while the rest of the library watches but that wouldn't get me what I really need. I try to damp down the burning passion long enough to have a conversation. Its not easy.

I ask for directions to the blasphemous tomes section. She informs me they don't have one. We go back and forth like this for a bit until I'm ready to just give up, pin her to the counter, have my way and call it a day. Finally I tell her, in general terms, what it is I'm looking for. She realizes I want references to antique sales. Glad she did because I didn't.

We spend a few hours going through big thick tomes. The librarian is courteous, professional and has no idea what she's doing to me. The occasional smile from her or little hug of thanks from me is just making it worse. You ever feel a little hungry then have to watch other people eating? Its like that. We haven't even found anything yet and I'm ready to do the high school football team until they're the ones who are worn out. And this woman is completely. Fucking. Oblivious! That's free will for you. She'll miss the wildest night of her life, not so much because she chose not to as because she's so in the habit of choosing not to that she doesn't even see it as a choice anymore.

Finally! The listing says Orrill's Auctions and the description is definitely my sword. Sold a couple of years ago but it doesn't say to who. Its pretty obvious I'll have to get the information at the source somehow. . .

right after lunch.

Editor's note: Detective Reynolds will return soon, hot on the trail of everyone's favorite Devil Girl. Also, the staff of DG productions is collecting fan pinups for the office. If you have one you're especially proud of and would like to see displayed, send it to Magdalena Outlander or link it in the comments section of this episode.

Editor's Note 2: Admit it, you laughed at Devil Girl's' pain. You're going to Hell for that.

Editor's note 3: The panel where DG's eyes are glowing may be my favorite of the entire series.

Entourage Night Off

After scouting shoots, working on text, laying out story lines and hiding from creditors, the crew of DG Productions takes a well earned break.

Seen here are some familiar faces from the comic strip including the lovely DitaV and the exceptionally dedicated (and spotted) Justine aka Detective Reynolds.

As often happens at DG Productions parties, things got a little wild. Fortunately, no one got arrested this time. We'll be back later this week with the next thrilling installment "Devil Girl Goes To The Library".

Gypsies, Tramps and Theives

The Between Places are a good spot to hide out for a few days but I need more action than this little corner of the world can offer. Before I go, the head of the gypsy troupe offers to lay out some cards and look into her crystal ball. Who am I to refuse? The clock's ticking for me in this world. I'll take any shot in the dark at extending my stay.

She says my card is The Fool: capricious, whimsical but not that well versed in the ways of the world. I could have told her that. She tells me to watch out for a leopard with red fur, like that's much help. Then she says something about swords and she has my attention. There's a sword out there with my sigil, sort of a fragment of my true name. If I can find it, I can bind myself that much tighter to this work. She doesn't have much more to go on but if its in this world I should be able to find it. Instead of being cryptic she gives me some practical advice: start at the library.

I climb over the table to give her a proper thank you and goodbye. Its brief and almost chaste by my standards. After that its off to the hot rod to navigate my way back to the world.

By the time i find the boardwalk the fog has almost lifted. Once I'm across the bridge its back to the bustle of traffic and the pulse of humanity.

Meanwhile. . .

He's drunk and she's under dressed. She took a short cut and he's not taking "no" for an answer. I swear I don't have a problem with men as half the human race. I just seem to keep running into the ones who give the rest a bad rep.

Alone in a dark alley he thinks he's got all the time in the world. I can scent them on the tip of my tongue before I can even see them. The hot rod's swerving off the street before I've even consciously processed what's going on. He's too busy to notice. She's too scared to. Don't get me wrong, sex is great. Humans are great. Taking away someone's free will like this, it triggers something primal in this devil girl.

I'm on the move and he still hasn't turned. Too wrapped up in his sick fun to notice what's right behind him. Its only when my heels hit the ground that he realizes he's no longer alone. He turns and sees just another girl smaller than him, weaker than him, in the wrong place at the wrong time.

It never occurs to him to wonder why I'm dead calm as he tosses his prey aside and turns his attention to me. He's big but he's not entirely sober. He's fast but when you grow up with brothers like mine you learn a few things.

Rule #1 - Meet momentum with momentum.

Rule #2 - Don't fuck around. Aim for where you can do the most damage.

Rule #3 - End it fast.

Eventually, somewhere in his addled skull, he must realize he's out of his league and this night is not going to go as planned. By then I'm already long gone. 

What I couldn't foresee is that the girl would have the composure to call the cops and lead a redheaded leopard right back to my handiwork.

Editor's Note: Special thanks to Jacc and  Aelva. Its worth noting that Jacc is actually a great guy. He just plays a rapist in the comic.

Detective Reynolds

The guys just love to send the only female detective on the force out on these crazy cases. First thing in the morning and they want me to check on some dead perv found naked in a black market stag film drive-in. I'm not sure which is weirder, the dead naked guy or the idea of an illegal drive-in. By the time the coroner takes him away and I get back to the station its already nearly lunch time.

That's the life of Detective Justine Reynolds for you. Chase the prevs and rescue kittens from trees while the boys get the exciting stuff. Coroner thinks our buddy at the drive-in died of a heart attack. Witnesses, the two we could get to talk, say he was with a woman. Both of them were looking right at her but all they can remember is that she was pretty and wearing driving gloves, a snakeskin jacket, red biker boots and glasses.

So I processed it like a crime scene, vice crimes, not murder. Its going to take hours to write everything up but the dead body isn't part of it. According to our witnesses, the vic had a nice time with his mystery girl and seemed fine when she left. Just a random heart attack like random happily married guys have sometimes when fucking their mistress in an illegal drive-in porno theater.

By the end of the day there's still something I can't shake about the whole thing. Two pervs who can't remember a girl's hair color? A thirty year old dead of a heart attack? It just doesn't add up. Its not necessarily murder. Its just weird.

Being the only female detective in the office means working later than all the guys. That's not just because I have to prove myself day in and day out, which I do. Its because there's no locker room and I don't care to give them a free show when I hang up my uniform. I catch enough shit for the tattoos without them finding out how far down they go.

If the boys knew I had a date, I'd never hear the end of it. Hell, if they saw this dress I'd never hear the end of it.

Doubly so if they saw my date. She's probably enough to get me fired. When we meet outside her house or mine either we're "friends from high school" or we have to go somewhere dark, somewhere private in public. The irony of seeing her at the drive-in does not escape me.

Nor does what we do there but I don't think the details of that are any of your business.

Now if only I could figure out what's been bugging me about that dead guy at the drive-in.

Editor's Note 1: You're going to want to look at the larger version of that last picture. Trust me.


Editor's Note 2: Special thanks to Officer Justine. The famous "deleted scene" from the above sequence has brought the staff of Devil Girl Productions hours and hours of enjoyment.