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I've Put a Spell On You
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| What the -?
This isn't mine! Why's it on my computer? Where's the diary I'd been keeping?
...... this isn't funny. If this is somebody's idea of a prank, I'm going to make them seriously wish they'd never been born.
Who the hell is "Faust"?
Uh. Right. Moving on. I don't care, I'm taking this computer and declaring it mine, you can't have it back, end of story.
Good grief. There's badly-made porn of my old teammates on this thing. Someone's losing an eye for this. And it won't be me. | comments: Leave a comment   |
| I dunno what anyone else thinks, but it kinda seems appropriate that I finally make it back to civilization and it just so happens to be Talk Like A Pirate Day when I do it, too.
Ahoy there, mateys! What've I missed? | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| There is a note on Faust's door.
It reads simply:
Gone to get some answers.
-Faust
It has been there for three days. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Faust hoped Ghost got the e-mail she'd typed up earlier telling him when to meet her. She hadn't seen him reply when she'd last checked her Nexus inbox.
She wasn't kidding; the strip mall did have a gigantic logo of a pineapple, with the words KUNO'S COCONUT HUT AND MARKETPLACE beneath it. Beneath that was the word "Aloha!" in bright green.
The Italian restaurant in question, Perry's Kitchen, was owned by a pale, sickly-looking man by the name of Nat Perry, and Faust chatted with him for a few minutes before settling in to wait for Ghost's arrival. Perry liked to know who was coming and why, and Faust had no problems telling him a friend of hers was going to be joining her for a bite to eat.
Perry gave her a languid wink, and then shrugged. "Just remember - ain't no funny business across the doorway," he said, then left her to her waiting. Perry's was a unique establishment, even in the Nexus, being as the AVF was often not working within the restaurant, but civility remained the common tongue nonetheless.
Although, Faust thought with a grin, Ghostly Jones is a good enough bouncer Perry's doesn't really need the AVF, anyway. She turned to look behind her, where the brawny poltergeist grinned and gave her a big thumbs-up. She rolled her eyes. Probably thought she was waiting for a date. Even though she wasn't dressed in anything special - just a skirt and what she hoped was a nice blouse, both in deep, dark blue, with bicycle shorts beneath them; and, of course, boots. She'd have been perfectly comfortable just wearing casual clothes (as in pants), but she didn't want to give Ghost a heart attack by looking too different from the last time he saw her. | | comments: 17 comments or Leave a comment |
| Hey. it's Jinx. Well . . . I go by Faust, now. It's a long story.
So . . . how've things been, not really my big brother? How is everyone?
Sorry for not talking to you sooner, but . . . I guess you know how it is, after all the times you left me hanging at the academy, huh? It just got pretty busy.
I . . . miss talking to you, though.
I know a few good hangout places now. Been in the Nexus long enough, you know?
It's been too long since we talked, Ghost. I . . . just need somebody from the old days to talk to. | | comments: 9 comments or Leave a comment |
| . . . so like. Why is almost half the Nexus all flooded and stuff?
'Cause right now I've gotta rent a rowboat to buy food, and that's not cool.
EDIT: OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT IS ALSO NOT COOL
TENTACLED SQUID THINGS WRECKING MY ROWBOAT
THAT IS ALSO NOT FUN
OW!!!!!!!!! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| So I guess coming back from the dead isn't just for heroes anymore.
Hope everybody stays safe.
. . . and Ghost's package arrives now, of all the times to show up. The universe hates me. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| So your dad's stuck in the Phantom Zone and you probably want him back.
But I bet you don't have a clue how to get him out.
I might be able to help with that.
Meet me at [insert convenient meeting place in the Nexus, far away from prying eyes, here].
Signed,
The Key.
Jinx doesn't put any return address on the paper. She doesn't put any address on the paper at all - just "Rose Wilson, Ravager."
The Nexus Mail works in strange ways. It'll get where it needs to go.
She goes and finds a quiet, secluded place after sending it off, and spends several minutes screaming at the empty air. She attempts to use her powers to hurt things, but nothing happens. She knows her powers are still there, but she can't use them, not like this.
She's not allowed.
So she screams some more. When she's done screaming, she heads back to her apartment and hides under the bed, muttering all the while. | | comments: 24 comments or Leave a comment |
| Mairi Drache, huh.
With a name like that, no wonder I disliked my dad so much.
EDIT: [Private]
. . . huh. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| When the girl still calling herself Jinx wakes up, the ache in her back is still there. She doesn't think much of it - she's been doing some work lately, and between who she used to be and who she is now, there's . . . a difference. Mostly strength-wise; without magic fueling her every step, she's weaker, less fit, and she isn't too sure she likes feeling that way.
She goes to take a shower, and when she gets out, the ache in her back has a twin in her head, and it's growing stronger, like someone slowly squeezing an icepick through a rubber tire. Which is a lovely little simile, and about as painful as it sounds. Jinx winces and rubs at her head, trying to lessen the pain, but all that accomplishes is making it worse. Yet another difference: when she still felt like Jinx, she never got sick, never got headaches, so she never needed to worry about buying medicine. This is the first time she's ever felt this bad, and she doesn't know what to do.
She gets in her bed and pulls the sheets up over her head. Maybe if the light's less bright it'll hurt less. She's had hangovers before. But, of course, she hadn't had anything to drink last night, so it's obviously not a hangover, and getting under covers doesn't help lessen the pain.
As if things couldn't get worse, her back begins to itch, too. She reaches back to scratch it, but it just happens to be where she can't reach. Her back feels curiously warm to the touch, though.
Right about when it hits her that whatever's happening is probably magical in origin, everything goes white. Distantly, she hears a thud and a crack, and realizes it's the legs of her bed splintering and collapsing, along with the windowpane.
( Hello. )
When she awoke, she heard the thud and crack of the bed and windowpane again. The pain in her back was gone, replaced with something warm and loose.
Surprisingly, given all that had just happened, her first words were, "Oh shit, Edward's going to kill me."
Her second words were, "He named me Mairi. I am not calling myself Mairi." | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I - he -
He was looking for me.
Ghost, See-More, Billy, guys - if - if he asks, just
I . . . can't face him. Not . . .
oh god, whatever. nevermind.
I don't want to deal with this right now, so I won't. That sounds great.
I'm . . . learning how to plant flowers. (I'm going to have to get my hands dirty. As in real dirt, not the other kind. I haven't done that since before the Academy.)
My back kinda hurts a little from working outside yesterday, too. | | comments: 14 comments or Leave a comment |
| I'm getting used to not feeling it there any more.
I'm scared
I don't know what to do
this
I feel incomplete but I don't know what's missing. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Leave a comment and I'll:
1. I'll respond with something random I like about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll name something we should do together.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me (or just me).
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal so you can do the same for other people. | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| It occurs to me that, after having talked to some people on AIM and elsewhere, I expect certain assumptions on my part about interactions with Jinx to be respected and have often neglected to inform anyone that I actually expect these things from them!
This, my friends, is bad roleplaying. It's resulted in a few hastily-deleted comments and posts recently. This post, therefore, is an absolute necessity as far as ensuring I don't ever have to do that again (or at least, so I don't ever have to feel guilty about it). So, I'm going to fix that, right now. This is also a codification of habits of mine that I'm going to now make into guidelines I intend to follow.
I'm not going to be anal about this - I'm just making sure we're all clear on how I intend to work this from now on. This isn't some retroactive piece of advice that I'm going to hold someone responsible for when I know damn well I didn't explain it properly in the past. This is me, explaining as clearly and carefully as I can how my RP style, at least with regards to Jinx, works and will work in the future. If I mess up and don't catch myself, call me on it. This is as much for my benefit as for everyone else's - I intend to explain everything as best I can. I'm not calling anyone out for their actions, though the people who brought these issues to my attention know who they are. And to those people, I say thanks for pointing them out - because now I can do something about them.
( Rules for General Perusal )
That should cover all the bases. I apologize ahead of time if anyone takes these confrontationally, because they sincerely aren't meant to be so. They're just meant to be as thorough as I can make them. I have a bit of a flair for the overwrought and dramatic, and sometimes I get carried away. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| I DID WHAT YOU TOLD ME TO DO WHY WHY WHY.
THIS DOESN'T FIX ANYTHING.
STUPID AMULET STUPID BOOK STUPID SPELL.
oh hell. oh hell. this wasn't supposed to happen. this isn't right this wasn't oh no. | | comments: 58 comments or Leave a comment |
| She'd waited and waited and waited for the right time - waited till Gizmo was back, waited till she had the amulet again, waited to see if anyone tried to ask her what she'd planned to do with it now that it was hers again - but Jinx was, by her nature, an impatient little brat. She had spent her entire life waiting for a second crack at the amulet. It was long enough. She wasn't going to sit around any longer, cooling her heels politely.
She had her life in her hands; it was no time to be stuck following someone else's schedule.
So she left. She told herself she'd be back - she couldn't leave Wally. Not like that, anyway. Not without saying goodbye. ( But she had to know. ) | | comments: Leave a comment |
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