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Ichabod Crane

Post   on Sun Oct 13, 2013 3:22 am

Who is your favorite Ichabod Crane?

Arthur Rackham's Ichabod:

Tom Mison's Ichabod:

Woo as Ichabod:

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Re: Ichabod Crane

Post   on Sun Oct 13, 2013 3:35 am

In case you are a person from a foreign country, or an American born after 1960, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" is a story published in 1819 by the great American writer Washington Irving (a very funny guy, btw Smile.

The premise of the story is that a Hessian mercenary lost his head while fighting against the American revolutionaries back in the 18th century, and that he rises out of his grave at night and rides around Tarrytown looking for his head. affraid

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Re: Ichabod Crane

Post   on Sun Oct 13, 2013 3:42 am

There will be no vote on who is the best Katrina Van Tassel, because there is no contest:

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Re: Ichabod Crane

Post   on Sun Oct 13, 2013 3:54 am

The first Ichabod in the movies was actually Will Rogers:

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Re: Ichabod Crane

Post  glue moon on Sun Oct 13, 2013 3:54 am

I saw the movie starring Woo in the cinema but just remember some images in low definition scratch 
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Re: Ichabod Crane

Post   on Sun Oct 13, 2013 3:58 am

In the new series, Ichabod has become a superhero--which he never was before. Shocked 

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Re: Ichabod Crane

Post   on Fri Mar 17, 2017 8:08 am

Also in the new series (season 4), it has come to light that Justin Bieber is the new Horseman of Pestilence --because of his viral video. Razz

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Re: Ichabod Crane

Post   on Mon Mar 20, 2017 10:37 am

The great contradiction of Ichabod Crane’s life was that he was constantly surrounded by people, yet had never been more alone.

The number of things to which Crane had been forced to adjust since awakening in the early twenty-first century—subjectively mere moments after his death at the hands of an enemy soldier he’d beheaded in the late eighteenth century—were legion. At times, though, the adjustment that vexed him the most was the sheer number of people around him. In his previous life as a soldier, first for the British Regular Army and then for the Continental Army, he was an aristocrat. Rarely did he find himself surrounded by strangers, and such occasions were fleeting, and often on the battlefield.

Indeed, the number of people he could have been surrounded by was negligible. The entirety of the colonies contained barely more than two thousand souls at the time of his alleged death. As the calendar changed from Anno Domine 2013 to 2014, Sleepy Hollow alone had an order of magnitude more people in it than the colonies had had in toto, and it was one of the smaller of what Lieutenant Mills had once called “bedroom communities” that dotted the Lower Hudson Valley, north of New York City.

Once he could go a full half year without encountering a single person with whom he was not at least acquainted enough to shake hands and exchange pleasantries. Now every day he was awash in strangers, wearing absurd clothing, occupied with pursuits Crane found impossible to fathom.

He took only small solace from the fact that those same folk would find his own pursuits even more baffling.

On this cold winter day he found himself drawn, as he often was, to Patriots Park, which lay on the border between Sleepy Hollow and the adjoining village to the south, Tarrytown. The park had been constructed around a monument to John Paulding, one of three Continental Army soldiers who captured a spy named John André. Crane recalled the incident, though he’d been elsewhere at the time. He was fairly certain that the actual capture of André, a confederate of Benedict Arnold, was in truth a quarter of a mile from this spot. His months in the twenty-first century, however, had taught him that history only remembered his time dimly when anyone bothered to remember it at all.

The park was quiet on this winter afternoon, for which Crane was grateful. Snow covered much of the grass, though the smoothly paved oval-shaped passageways were cleared. He heard the sound of children across the thoroughfare known as the Broad Way (an odd appellation, as it was not significantly wider than any of the other nearby boulevards). The Paulding School was just letting out, having apparently concluded the day’s lessons.

Crane strode, lost in thought, past the monument and wandered around the pathway that took him onto one of the two stone bridges that overlooked the brook.

One of the few people in the park was a woman of Oriental descent, who was strolling with a very small dog of indeterminate breed. The woman wore plastic spectacles of the type that were fashionable in this era, and wore an animal-hide jacket that seemed insufficient protection against the cold, particularly given the number of frays and holes that dotted her dungarees.

Having learned the hard way that the people of this century did not always appreciate a simple greeting, Crane said nothing to the woman.

She was less restrained, to his surprise and delight. “I love that coat. Where did you find such a hot vintage piece?”

“This topcoat was a gift.” It was, Crane had found, the easiest method of explaining his clothing.

“Ooh, love the accent. And I bet it keeps you warm—the coat, not the accent, I mean. This winter has been just awful.” The dog chose this moment to make a detailed olfactory survey of the bridge.

“Has it?” Crane smiled. “I’ve endured far worse winters in this very region. Indeed, I find this particular season to be quite bracing by comparison.”

“If you say so, but I just wanna go back home to Cali.”

“Who is this Cally you speak of?”

“Not who, hot stuff, where. California? That’s where I’m from?”

“I’m afraid I haven’t had the privilege of visiting.”

The woman glanced at her dog, who was still attempting to sniff the entire bridge, then smiled back at Crane. “I adore the way you talk. Anyhow, I’m from L.A., and it’s always summer there. Much better than this. I’ve been freezing my ass off.”

Crane resisted the urge to glance at the woman’s posterior to see if it was still attached, as the last time he heard that particular phrase his doing so had resulted in an open-handed blow to his cheek. Instead, he simply said, “It amazes me that the people of this time, with such wondrousness as central heating and insulation, still wax rhapsodic on the subject of how awful the cold is. But then it seems the denizens of this century are never happier than when they’re complaining.”

“This century? Dude, you can’t be that much older than me.”

Crane’s smile widened. “You have no idea, miss.”

The dog chose that moment to continue its examination on Crane’s boots.

Chuckling, the woman said, “Guess Puddles likes your boots as much as I do. Were they a gift, too?”

“Indeed.” Crane stared down at Puddles. “I hope your pet’s name isn’t indicative of how he intends to express his affection for my footwear.”

“Nah, he only pees on trees. Only dog in the world that avoids fire hydrants. That’s why I like to bring him here. Well, that, and it’s a nice park. I love the history, y’know? The monuments to the people who died in the wars.”

Crane nodded. Near another entrance to the park sat three monuments, one each for those local residents who died in the three of the wars that plagued the world in the previous century.

“Although I don’t think it’s entirely fair,” the woman added.

The list of things that Crane considered unfair was considerable, but in the interests of politeness, rather than volunteer suggestions for what she meant, he instead asked, “What isn’t?”

“Well, the brook—it’s named André Brook. Why name it after the bad guy?”

“One wonders why it is named at all. The obsession with nomenclature is mind-boggling. I recall—” Crane stopped, reminding himself that actually stating he was from another time tended to send conversations in a direction that ended poorly for him. “There was a time when this brook had no name, nor had it need for one.”

“Well, I’d rather it had no name. I mean, c’mon, André was the one who was the friggin’ spy. Paulding gets the statue and the school named after him, and André gets the brook. What about Williams and van Wart?”

“I believe Militiaman Paulding receives the lion’s share of the accolades because he was the only one of the three who captured Major André who was literate. It was he who read the papers André carried, and therefore found him out as a traitor.”

“Huh.” The woman considered Crane’s words. “I didn’t know that. Go fig’.”

Puddles then decided to start running toward the other end of the bridge, eliminating the entirety of the slack on the lead the woman used to guide him. As she allowed herself to be pulled along, the woman waved with her free hand. “Well, it was nice meeting you! Happy new year!”

“To you as well, madam!” Crane even waved back to her, finding her conversation to be oddly stimulating, despite her unnecessary complaints about the cold.

Crane leaned on the side of the bridge, listening to the hypnotic rustle of the brook as it flowed across the channel that served as the border between the two townships.

For a moment, he closed his eyes, enjoying the noise of the water. With his eyes shut, he imagined the sound of meat as it cooked on a pan over a fire.

That, in turn, made him realize that he had not yet had his afternoon repast. His stomach made odd noises as a further reminder. With a sigh, he opened his eyes—

—only to find himself no longer in Patriots Park.

He had not moved, yet he stood in an expansive forest. It was darkest night. No sign of the sun peeked through the gnarled, wizened trees that choked the landscape for as far as Crane’s eyes could see. The air had transformed from the crisp cool of a Sleepy Hollow afternoon to heavy and thick. Taking a breath had gone from bracing to laboring, and he found it difficult to stand upright.

No stars dotted the sky, yet Crane could spy a full moon through one of the few gaps amid the branches. Not that Crane needed further proof, but it was early January and the next full moon wasn’t until mid-month. This meant either he’d traveled forward in time—again—or this was a magical realm.

All things considered, the latter seemed the most likely. He’d received visions in dreams from Katrina, and both he and Lieutenant Mills had received waking visions from various sources, from Katrina to the evil Moloch to his friend the Sin-Eater, Henry Parrish. This was very much like those, and Crane was getting rather impatient with them.

“Whoever is responsible, show yourself!”

Crane considered exploring the region. But no, he’d been taken to this place for a reason. If this was the spot he was brought to, he was supposed to be here. If not, he was hardly about to oblige his host by stumbling about in the dark.

Again, he cried out, “Show yourself!”

Suddenly, he was no longer in the forest, but in the van Brunt mansion, sharing a drink with Abraham van Brunt. They were awaiting the arrival of a messenger who would provide them with their next task to perform on behalf of the Continental Congress.

“I have to say, Ichabod, this brandy is simply awful. Where did you find it?”

Without thinking, Crane responded now as he had then: “Your liquor cabinet, Abraham.”

“What a pity, I was hoping I had better taste than this.”

Crane shook his head, trying to force himself to speak to his best friend once again. They had shared this drink several nights prior to when Katrina van Tassel broke off her engagement with van Brunt and declared her love for Crane. That action sundered their friendship, and led to van Brunt selling his very soul, allying himself with evil to enact revenge on Crane and Katrina both.

But van Brunt and his sitting room disappeared then, replaced by General Washington and an outdoor location. Crane stood now with the general and several of his aides at the site of a massacre near Albany, New York, surrounded by torn tents, ruined fires, rotting food, broken weaponry, and corpses that had been burned in a manner not possible by any weapon Crane was familiar with.

“I have been expecting something like this since Trenton,” Washington said. “We both won and lost that day.”

Before Crane could even respond, the vista altered yet again. This time it was the Masonic cell where he, Lieutenant Mills, and Captain Irving had trapped Death, the Horseman of the Apocalypse, who was embodied by van Brunt after he felt himself betrayed. Mills’s deceased comrade, Lieutenant Brooks, was speaking for the Horseman, taunting him.

“I took you! I took you on the battlefield! I slayed your Mason brethren, I hung their heads like lanterns! I killed her partner, and I will kill you.”

Another change in scene, this time standing over the golem that Katrina had given to Jeremy. The doll had been imbued with tremendous destructive power in order to fulfill its mission to protect their son. Crane had been forced to kill the creature with a blade stained with his own blood.

Again Crane spoke the words he spoke to the golem as it died on the sands of the strange carnival, while holding its misshapen hand: “You have endured enough pain. Bear it no more.”

Then another change, to a bitter cold winter day at Fort Carillon, which had just been taken by the Continental Army. Crane stood with Caleb Whitcombe and Henry Knox, tasked with moving several of the fort’s cannons to Boston.

Whitcombe was saying, “Are you sure this is wise, Knox? This place was hardly a model of efficiency before old Captain Delaplace surrendered. Shall we make it less fortified by taking their cannon?”

“We’ve been over this,” Knox replied now as he had in 1775. “Boston is of far more import than Two Lakes.”

Crane smiled at the use of the English translation of the region, which the Iroquois called Ticonderoga—and then the scene changed yet again, to a meeting of the Sons of Liberty in New York, led by Marinus Willett. Crane sat in the gallery, surrounded both by members of the Sons and those like himself who were sympathetic. Next to him sat van Brunt.

Willett was speaking: “The regulars are tearing down the liberty poles almost as fast as we may put them up. Perhaps it is time to attempt a different tactic.”

Another man, whose name Crane never did learn, said, “No! Our poles of liberty will be like the heads of the hydra! If they tear down one, we put up two to take its place!”

Willett smiled. “Very well.”

Then he was back in the forest, alone. A half-moon now illuminated the night sky through the gnarled trees.

Crane’s pulse raced when he saw that Katrina now stood before him. The red hair and magnificently steely features of his wife was the most glorious sight he could imagine. For months, he had suffered through life in a bizarre new century, conscripted to fight a war he barely even understood, while the one thing that grounded him, that kept him from completely succumbing to utter madness, was the knowledge that Katrina was trapped in purgatory and there was a possibility that she might be freed and they would, at last, be reunited.

He’d seen visions of her before, caught glimpses, been given messages, and every time it happened, his heart broke a little bit more.

Like so much of what he’d seen since coming to this place, Katrina was ever-changing. At first she was dressed in the elegant gown she wore the night she ended her engagement to van Brunt, but then that changed to the simple Mennonite dress and bonnet she wore when first they met, and then the nurse’s raiment she was clothed in on the battlefield, including the day of his fateful encounter with the Horseman.

She stood a yard away from him.

“Katrina!” He moved toward her, but always she remained a yard away.

Urgently, she cried out, “You must retrieve the medal you were awarded!”

And then she once again disappeared, leaving Crane alone in the forest, forcing him to lose her all over again.

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Re: Ichabod Crane

Post   on Mon Mar 20, 2017 11:35 am

In the new series Donald Trump is trying to destroy democracy for all time by raising the 4 horsemen of the apocalypse. affraid

He has 3 out of 4 (death, pestilence, famine, ...), the only one left is the horseman of war.

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Re: Ichabod Crane

Post   on Mon Mar 20, 2017 11:37 am

I actually missed last Friday's episode because I was at the Russian embassy making "multiple contacts." Suspect

But I'm sure I'll get caught up one way or another.

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Re: Ichabod Crane

Post   on Mon Mar 20, 2017 3:26 pm

i thought the show had a black lady presidente. or in the show is Donad J. Tump still a steak salesman who is trying to destroy federal presidential constitutional republicanism?

i checked the sleepy wiki, but it hasn't been updated because show only has 9 fans left.

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Re: Ichabod Crane

Post   on Wed Mar 22, 2017 12:40 pm

It's true--the President in season 4 is Michelle Obama, but Donald Trump is taking the 4 horsemen to Camp David to overthrow the Obama administration. affraid

There are only two episodes left to stop Trump. Neutral

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Re: Ichabod Crane

Post   on Wed Mar 22, 2017 3:23 pm

tho by casting Jeremy Davies as Mr. Dreyfuss of Dreyfuss Corp, it seems more like a Silicon Valley Big Business Villain.  

Let's see now ... several weeks after the death of Abbie Mills, Ichabod is held and questioned by a man about his past and is shown detailed pictures of his investigations and of Abbie. Ichabod distracts and knocks out the man, and discovers a reference to the Lincoln Memorial before escaping. Meanwhile, Homeland Security agent Diana Thomas and her partner Eric investigate the headless statue of Lincoln at the memorial, and Eric is attacked and killed by a demon, which nearly kills Diana as well before Ichabod chases it off. The two form a partnership and travel to "Agency 355", a division of the government that deals with paranormal threats. While there, Ichabod and Diana meet technician Alex Norwood and historian Jake Wells, and learn that the demon is from 1865, and was summoned by John Wilkes Booth, who used it to kill Lincoln. They learn that the demon is drawn to the American flag, and is weak against copper, which they use to set a trap. At the last second, Jenny shows up and destroys the demon, saving Jake's life.

Ichabod experiences a prophetic dream where he's at the Archives, and encounters a young girl whom he describes as no more than ten or eleven years of age. When he awakens, he travels to The Vault to learn more about his dream. Malcolm Dreyfuss meets with the Dyer sisters, a coven of immortal witches, to exchange the dagger of Z'urn D'oragh for the Witches Stone. Malcolm reveals that Moll, the coven's leader, has lied to the others, who kill her in revenge before escaping into the city. Ichabod and Diana investigate Moll's death, and Ichabod tells Diana that the coven helped Washington expose John André, for which he rewarded them with a plot of land. Ichabod recognizes the picture of Molly on Diana's phone as the girl from his dream and tasks Jenny with investigating her. At Molly's school, Jenny steps in and stops two girls from bullying Molly before Ichabod and Diana arrive. Molly breaks her silence by greeting Ichabod. They track the Dyer sisters to their sanctum and discover an "infernal machine" that maintains their immortality, which Ichabod destroys. Ichabod and Jenny decide not to tell Diana that Molly is the next Witness.

While helping Ichabod look for an apartment, Jenny urges him to reveal Molly's secret to Diana. That evening, a mounted policeman stages an assassination attempt on the President, and turns out to be the Headless Horseman in disguise. While investigating the scene, the group discovers protective magic glyphs left by Benjamin Banneker, and Crane's clumsy attempt to explain how he knows this leads to Diana's discovery that he is a time traveler. Jenny discovers that a surviving collection of Banneker's papers is in Dreyfuss' hands, and Diana and Ichabod learn from him of the existence of "J Street", which Banneker designed as a trap for supernatural beings. After conversing with Jenny, in which she mentions the four white trees she saw as a child, Diana finds similar drawings in Molly's sketchbook. The group lures the Horseman into an isolated location, which they then seal off using the glyphs. Diana refuses to let Ichabod train her daughter to become a Witness, while Dreyfuss visits the Horseman and frees him in exchange for his assistance. While building some furniture, Ichabod is attacked by an unknown entity.

After Ichabod fails to show up for a meeting with Diana, Jenny searches his apartment and finds traces of spider silk, which Jake identifies as belonging to the "Sicarius Spei", a demon identified by Benjamin Franklin in 1778, and capable of trapping its victims in an illusion of their greatest fears until they are driven to absolute despair. Ichabod finds himself on trial for the "murder" of Abigail Mills, with Henry acting as prosecutor. While searching for the demon's cave, Jenny is arrested for trespassing; Diana bails her out and the two find Crane wrapped in a cocoon. Unable to free him, they return to the Vault and conduct further research, learning from an account left by Grace Dixon that the same demon was responsible for the suffering Washington's forces endured at Valley Forge. Dixon also describes a flammable compound she invented to destroy the demon's webbing, and Jake and Alex go to retrieve torches, during which they witness Dreyfuss' bodyguard Jobe steal a map of ley lines. The demon shows Ichabod a vision of Molly and the others dying because of him, and while Jenny manages to kill the demon, he attempts suicide. Diana has Molly indirectly speak to Ichabod, freeing him from the illusion. Alex and Jake take a sample of the demon's webbing back to the Vault, where it forms an image of Henry's face.

Jobe takes another talisman from a crooked preacher, but it is subsequently stolen by a mysterious sorcerer. Crane and Diana go to question Dreyfuss about a missing persons case, while the sorcerer breaks in and locks down the building, revealing himself to be Ansel, Dreyfuss' late partner. While searching for him, Diana and Ichabod find canisters of Greek fire throughout the basement, realizing that Ansel intends to kill Malcolm and destroy the building. Ansel confronts Malcolm, where he explains that his power comes from the sigils he received during his imprisonment in Hell. Ichabod temporarily subdues him, and they lock themselves inside Malcolm's secret sub-basement. Jake finds an incantation that can disrupt the sigils in the works of John Dee, and Jenny finds a way to sneak into the building through the air vents. Malcolm explains that he sold his soul to Jobe in exchange for "the life he was meant to have", which included Ansel's downfall. Jenny enters the sub-basement and utters the incantation, stripping Ansel of his power and allowing Ichabod to kill him. Dreyfuss escapes with the artifact he's been assembling, which turns out to be the Philosopher's Stone, which can give him immortality. Jenny determines that Dreyfuss is headed to Sleepy Hollow, where the final piece of the Stone is hidden.

Dreyfuss revives Jobe to guide him to the final piece of the Talisman, while Ichabod and the others arrive in Sleepy Hollow. Jenny attempts to track the artifact, but encounters a high level of magical interference, forcing Ichabod to take the team to his old base in the Archives for maps. Diana and Ichabod find letters explaining how Washington tasked Banneker with dividing the Stone into four pieces, but not before asking him to use it for an unspecified purpose. Jenny and the others find the piece, but are attacked by a demon, which Ichabod identifies as a sphinx. Jenny, Jake, and Alex stage a distraction, while Ichabod and Diana access the crypt where the piece is kept and solve the riddle that empowers the sphinx, causing it to weaken and die when Jenny shoots it. Jobe ambushes Crane and transports him to the spot where he had died on the battlefield (back in 1781), where Dreyfuss reveals that Crane gained his immortality from the Stone, which Washington arranged to ensure that he would be able to defeat the Headless Horseman at the cost of his own life. Dreyfuss summons forth the Horseman in order to create an elixir of eternal life from his and Crane's blood. Jenny subdues Jobe, while the others set charges to destroy the Stone. However, Dreyfuss survives due to having consumed the elixir, and is now effectively immortal.

While visiting Arlington National Cemetery, a woman is killed by a ferocious creature. Jenny finds the damaged lantern holding Jobe and manages to bind him before he escapes. Molly asks Ichabod to explain what being a Witness means, but he refuses to discuss it without Diana. Molly's father, Mitch, returns home from Afghanistan, and he and Diana reconnect. While investigating the woman's death, Ichabod and Diana learn of two other deaths, with the first occurring outside Sleepy Hollow. Based on the evidence, they conclude that Dreyfuss has been transformed into a monster by the Stone. During a coffee date with Mitch, Diana receives a call that a fourth victim has been found who was killed before the Stone was destroyed, meaning Dreyfuss is not the monster. Ichabod informs Diana that the monster is the Barghest, a European wolf demon that inspired the villain in "Little Red Riding Hood". As the Barghest has the ability to shapeshift, she deduces that "Mitch" is an imposter and is targeting Molly because of her status as a Witness. A suspicious Molly ditches the Barghest, and Jenny releases Jobe in return for directions to find her. Using them, Ichabod and Diana kill the Barghest with feldspar bolts. Dreyfuss returns to his company showing signs of demonic corruption, and explains to Jobe that he intends to take the world "on the same path".

Dreyfuss experiences a vision of a world in which he has conquered the United States, with an elderly Ichabod as his prisoner. At an event for popular Internet star Logan McDonald, the star collapses from an unknown ailment after borrowing Molly's phone. At the hospital, another victim of the illness suddenly bursts into flames, confirming it to be supernatural in origin. Ichabod links the outbreak to a curse used by the British to burn Washington during the War of 1812. Alex soon reveals to Jake that she is infected as well. Fearing for the safety of the others, she flees into the catacombs. Jake and Ichabod are able to identify the distinctive symbol of the curse as belonging to a djinn, who uses it to lure victims to its lair and consume their souls. A team of agents led by Samuel Wilson managed to defeat the djinn with a powerful tempest, but only at the cost of Wilson's life. While conducting a ritual with Jenny, Molly has a prophecy of Crane being imprisoned. Jake takes the curse into himself, allowing him to find the djinn's lair. Diana injects Alex with a serum to cure her, and she and Ichabod kill the djinn by electrocuting it, breaking the curse. Dreyfuss informs Jobe that he is forming a "team" of his own, starting with McDonald.

Diana learns from Molly's art teacher that her daughter has been struggling in class. To help, the team brings her to the Vault. Dreyfuss sees another vision of the future, one where Molly is his ally. While exploring the catacombs, a disturbance causes the Vault's automatic defense system to lock Ichabod and Molly in. Diana finds the teacher beaten half to death, and a piece of cloth from Molly's blanket. Diana reveals that when Molly was younger, she created an imaginary friend named "Mr. Stitch", which leads Ichabod to conclude that the attacker may be a golem. Alex and Wells find a video recording from a former agent of the Vault, warning them of the costs that come from a life of fighting evil. Mr. Stitch goes after Diana, but leaves to hibernate for the night. Using information recovered from the agent's home, the team sends Molly to deactivate the lockdown protocols. When she tries to find her own way out, however, she is intercepted by Dreyfuss. He explains that she's "special" to him before vanishing. Jenny conducts a ritual to destroy Mr. Stitch, saving Diana's life. Alex finds a hex in Molly's tablet, which she deduces to be the means by which Mr. Stitch was summoned. Dreyfuss shuts down his company and prepares to recruit a new member to his team.

Dreyfuss invites Helen, the CFO of his former company, to a private retreat, where she is abducted by Jobe. At a party thrown by Ichabod, Alex finds herself uncomfortable with Wells's new girlfriend. Diana goes to her superior for a warrant to investigate Dreyfuss, but is refused. To distract the team, Jobe summons a demon that drives its victims to gluttony before they starve to death, including Diana's superior. Ichabod and Jenny identify the cause of the attacks as a Chinese puzzle box that can summon that particular kind of demon. They find the box in the building's basement, and Jenny is able to summon it back. Unfortunately, the resulting battle destroys the box, and the demon escapes into the city. Diana blames herself for the failure, but Ichabod finds an account left by a survivor of the Donner Party explaining how they used gold to defeat it. The team traps the demon in a ring of cars and expose it to a concentrate of gold, killing it. Jobe uses a pair of scales stolen from the Eisenhower Building to help prepare for a ritual to resurrect the Four Horsemen, using MacDonald and Helen as conduits, with the Headless Horseman as the third. Having realized this, the team recognizes that they alone have the power to stop him.

Through an espionage operation established by Alex and Diana, the team is able to link Dreyfuss to the Arma Mutata, a splinter group of Masons fanatically obsessed with the apocalypse. A mysterious woman breaks into the Vault and steals a tome, overpowering Jenny in the process. Ichabod recalls a mission he undertook with Banneker to hide an unknown item, which he suspects to be a totem that can be used to channel the Horseman of War. At the site, they encounter Jobe, whom the woman is able to chase off. She is subsequently knocked out cold, and Ichabod recovers the totem. Calling herself Lara, the woman insists that the totem be destroyed. Dreyfuss captures Jake and Alex and interrogates them, while Lara ditches Ichabod and Diana. They are able to track her to an eternal flame, where Jobe and Dreyfuss steal the totem back. Lara admits that she is from the future, her real name is Molly, and that her mother is destined to become the fourth Horseman. However, Ichabod intervenes and takes the power for himself, assuming the mantle of War ...

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Re: Ichabod Crane

Post   on Wed Mar 22, 2017 4:39 pm

Kislyakima wrote:Homeland Security agent Diana Thomas

Janina Zione Gavankar was the first actor to use Twitter, signing up on Richard Branson's computer on Necker Island in 2006.

Gavankar was the personification of Microsoft's interactive search engine Ms. Dewey. In 2011 she created a free template for actors and artists to help them control their online presence and in 2012, spoke at the Suits and Spooks Conference about how she discovered a solution for data challenges faced by actors through the use of open source tools.

In 2008, Gavankar was nominated for an Asian Excellence Award. In 2012, Gavankar received the Gravity Summit Award for Excellence in Social Media.

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Re: Ichabod Crane

Post   on Fri Mar 24, 2017 2:38 am

She clearly has valuable skills for doing battle with the Horseman of Pestilence.

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