Frank Albion's True Colours Chapter 1

Hola, this legacy has been conceived as something that you can read in-between posts of Holly Maxwell and the Dynamic Duo.
The challenge i'm undertaking is called "A battle for your true colours"
Link to the rules here: Da Rules

"Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns

driven time and again off course, once he had plundered

the hallowed heights of Troy."

????: Greetings Sisters, have you completed your task?
???: Greetings, Urania.
???: Indeed, and if it pleases you, we carry news of the Earth.

Urania: Well, do not hold back, dear Melpomene.
You two have been gone long enough.
I am eager for news of the mortal world.




















Melpomene: (Left): I bear a tale of great tragedy, dear Urania.
A tale of a man, whose family is ravaged by a great curse,
bestowed long ago.
Thalia: (Right):-You must be joking, Melpomene! A tragedy?
This man's plight is nothing more than comic relief. Hilarious,
and entertaining.



















Urania: Well, what is his story? Comedy or Tragedy?

Thalia: You are very creative, Melpomene, but the story of Albion
is a light and comical one. Just relax and tell Urania, that this is so.
Melpomene: Well, one cannot go against what one believes. I refuse.

Urania: Sisters, cease your argument.
I will observe the lives of this Albion mortal, and will make a decision.
 All will be well, and if what you say about this curse is true, it will be written in the stars.
 All lives must end, and in the case of mortals, they endure.

Urania: His house is squalid. Typical for a mortal of his age, and grace.

Clearly, not a soul shares his home with him. The foul stench of
loneliness lingers here.

Thalia: Hush Sister, the mortal has encountered a problem.
FRANK ALBION: Shit. I can never remember that damn code.

Frank: Maybe if I make a wish, the door will magically open.
Wait. That's stupid.

Frank: All I wanted was to read "the art of crime". Why are these
things designed to keep people like me outside?

Status Update: LOCKED OUT OF MY FRICKEN HOUSE, FML.
Urania: Gods above, his naivety is certainly tragic. But also quite
comical.
*poof*

Frank: MY HIPS!
Thalia: Be more careful next-time Urania. He's so fragile...
Urania: Of course.

Frank: Oh who even cares! I'm in the house.

Frank: Time to tear this place up!

Frank: Alright, enough of that. Guitar solo time.
Melpomene: Truly a tragedy, that he is only capable of feeling
apathy towards his fellow man.
Thalia: BUT.. Its funny, because Urania helped him steal the house.
Urania... Sisters, you are mistaken. This is his own dwelling.

Frank: Lock up your Wives, Lock up your Daughters.

Frank: Because Frank's on the move, and he's a pretty smooth dude.
Speaking of Hotties.. My Gods, the girl across
the world needs a talking to.

Because her dress sense is almost as fly as mine.

Amy Bull: Try a clear-coat before you use the crackle-coat.
At least, that's what it says to do on Pinterest.