I've Put a Spell On You

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Tue, 29 Apr 2008 04:32:31 GMT

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.

IRC Log: 10 Jan 2007

Wed, 10 Jan 2007 16:39:02 GMT

[23:10] * [dead]Li is here. He and Soma just got off work?
[23:11] [dead]Li *and changed into non-ho clothes?*
[23:11] * Soma had used a bit of magic to changed into his regular clothes, jeans, turtle neck, long white coat that seems imprevious to damage.
[23:13] Soma Ready?
[23:13] [dead]Li Mm-hm! *nod*
[23:13] * [dead]Li changed via ghosty shapeshifting. >_>
[23:14] *Presuming the correct forms had been filled out in advance, they are given access to a subtly hidden door. Nothing particular different than the other doors around, aside from the 'DO NOT PROCEED WITHOUT PROPER AUTHORIZATION' sign.*
[23:14] * Soma had indeed signed the forms, and started to push open the door. "Let's go then."
[23:14] [dead]Li *let's assume they totally filled out the correct forms, because signing waivers is boring*
[23:14] * [dead]Li nods and follows.
[23:15] [dead]Li ((ees it daaaaaark~?))
[23:16] *beyond is... a hallway. A boring one. A hallway without the decoration given to the cafe, lit dimly by half-power flourescents embedded in the ceiling.*
[23:16] [dead]Li Hmm... *proceeds, looking around*
[23:16] *it goes for about sixty feet or so, and then stops at another door.*
[23:17] [dead]Li Looks like one of those employees-only back passageways that you find in malls and things.
[23:17] * [dead]Li will open the door, assuming that Soma is following.
[23:17] Soma It does, only it's a little bit more complete. *is indeed following*
[23:17] *and beyond...*
[23:17] *a stairwell. a stairwell that goes up thirty stories... and down, at least a hundred.*
[23:18] [dead]Li Oeee~!
[23:18] *it is barely lit; there are only red emergency lights, here and there.*
[23:18] [dead]Li Up or down?
[23:18] *it winds in a roughly spiral pattern around a central gap; were you to fall, you would -keep- falling the entire way.*
[23:18] Soma ...Ow - we'll be definitively be getting our excerise... let's go down.
[23:18] *of course, it's not the fall that's the problem. it's the sudden stop at the end.*
[23:19] *at every floor, on opposite sides of the stairwell, there are doors.*
[23:19] [dead]Li Alright. *proceeds carefully down the stairs, hugging the handrail as though he has forgotten that he is dead.*
[23:19] *most are unmarked.*
[23:19] *some are broken, or missing.*
[23:19] * [dead]Li will be trying the doors to see if they are unlocked.
[23:20] *such as the one at the next floor down, that leads into an utterly black hallway.*
[23:20] * Soma headed downwards. "Should we check every floor we come to, or...? Honestly it may take years if they're not lying about the number of stories."
[23:20] *all so far are unlocked.*
[23:20] [dead]Li Hmm.
[23:20] Soma ...Creepy black hallway, looks familiar.
[23:20] [dead]Li Well, we might try the most interesting-looking ones first.
[23:20] * [dead]Li looks into the inky-blackness.
[23:21] *from somewhere down this direction comes the sound of a gunshot, then metal screeching. then nothing.*
[23:21] [dead]Li !
[23:21] [dead]Li Okay, that's interesting. *is totally going in*
[23:21] *the floor creaks unpleasantly.*
[23:21] Soma ! *he summons a sword in his good hand and follows after Li*
[23:21] *the hallway leads to a dead end.*
[23:22] * [dead]Li ... dissipates a little bit and glows to try to light the way.
[23:22] [dead]Li Oee.
[23:22] [dead]Li *were there any doors on the way?
[23:22] *no.*
[23:22] [dead]Li *
[23:22] * [dead]Li is going to try to go through the wall.
[23:22] Soma ... Gunshot, and dead end. *unsummons a sword, and creates a ball of fire in his hand*
[23:22] Soma *to give out more light*
[23:23] *simply sixty or so feet of hallway, then a wall. when Li goes through, he finds himself in another stairwell.*
[23:23] * [dead]Li sticks his head back through to where Soma is. "There's another stairwell over here!"
[23:23] *it looks identical to the first one.*
[23:23] *in fact.*
[23:24] * [dead]Li assumes that it probably goes to the same places, more or less.
[23:24] *Li can see the same doorway they just went through, on the opposite side of the stairwell.*
[23:24] * [dead]Li looks at it. "Hold on a second, Soma."
[23:24] * [dead]Li is going to go through this door.
[23:24] *he finds himself next to Soma again momentarily.*
[23:25] [dead]Li Whoa.
[23:25] Soma Okay - now that's a bit odd.
[23:25] [dead]Li That... was weird.
[23:25] Soma ...Great, the place's jinxed.
[23:26] *this sort of thing WAS mentioned on the liability waivers.*
[23:26] [dead]Li No, no, I think this has a perfectly rational pseudo-scientific explanation.
[23:26] Soma Let's go back out and try another floor.
[23:26] [dead]Li Okay.
[23:26] [dead]Li I'm willing to bet that this building is its own pocket universe...
[23:26] Soma Always possible.
[23:26] [dead]Li And you can't walk off of the universe, right?
[23:27] * Soma leads the way to the next floor. "In most universes you can't, but you never know.
[23:27] [dead]Li So, if you go off the edge you wind up back at the opposite end.
[23:27] *the door the next floor down is apparently jammed.*
[23:27] *a good tug might help.*
[23:27] * [dead]Li gives a good tug!
[23:27] * Soma goes to tug on the door as well.
[23:28] *the door bursts open, a pirate proceeding out through it and directly onto Li and Soma.
[23:28] *
[23:28] Guybrush OOOF.
[23:28] * [dead]Li squeaks!
[23:28] Soma Hey! *yelps*
[23:28] *on the other side is a janatorial closet with a firm supply of mops.*
[23:28] * Soma immediately goes to summon his weapon in instinct. "Who are you-?!"
[23:28] Guybrush Phew. FINALLY got that door open -- whoa, don't hurt me!
[23:29] * Guybrush is dressed, oddly enough, in his Monkey Island 2 garb. Guess he finally found that coat.
[23:29] [dead]Li Hey, it's that Mancomb Steephood guy.
[23:29] *somewhere a number of levels below, a few floors worth of lights go out with a 'pop'.*
[23:29] Guybrush THREEPWOOD. Guybrush THREEPWOOD.
[23:29] * [dead]Li squeaks both at Guybrush and at the lights.
[23:29] [dead]Li Did you hear that?
[23:29] * EBB|Hugnapped is now known as EBB
[23:29] *they turn back on, with a hummmmm.*
[23:30] [dead]Li [Hm.]
[23:30] Guybrush Pfft. They really need to work on the wiring in this place.
[23:30] [dead]Li [Maybe that's normal.]
[23:30] * Guybrush takes one of the mops and puts the whole thing in his trousers, where it seemingly disappears seamlessly.
[23:30] [dead]Li :O
[23:30] [dead]Li How do you /do/ that?
[23:31] Soma ...Do I even want to ask.
[23:31] *carefully, of course.*
[23:31] Guybrush Clearly you are not schooled in the ways of "inventory-fu."
[23:31] [dead]Li No. No, I am not. But dead people don't NEED inventory. I am my own mop.
[23:31] Guybrush Ewwwww.
[23:31] Soma Well, guess what I do can be called that.
[23:31] Soma ...Li, ew.
[23:31] [dead]Li Hush. >_>
[23:32] [dead]Li IT'S NOT GROSS LIKE THAT!
[23:32] [dead]Li ... Okay, maybe it is. But have you seen my skin lately? Hello, rotting flesh?
[23:32] *the same lights go out with a 'pop' again.*
[23:32] Soma Yes I noticed.
[23:32] Soma ...We should see what's the deal with the lights.
[23:33] *and start back up with a hummmm.*
[23:33] Guybrush *snif sniff* Nah, you've still got a fairly fresh odor. Now LECHUCK on the other hand...
[23:33] *the noise is less this time, though.*
[23:33] Soma Upchuck?
[23:33] * Soma obviously misheard.
[23:33] Guybrush Well yes, he does inspire that too.
[23:33] *something like a massive robotic spider spools down the center of the stairwell, ignorant of the human travelers on the stairs.*
[23:33] Soma ...! *jumps towards the wall*
[23:33] *its movements are almost completely silent. it might be easy to miss if you're not looking directly at it.*
[23:33] Guybrush Nyah! Spider!
[23:33] [dead]Li ((Guys, I have to brb, okay?))
[23:34] ((kay!))
[23:34] * Guybrush cowers for a second, then pauses. "Oh, uh, *ahem* Not that I'm afraid of things like that, of course."
[23:34] Soma Let's just get going.
[23:34] * Soma heads downstairs, still has his sword in hand.
[23:34] *the stairs creak slightly.*
[23:35] * Soma pauses. "Guys... we may have to be careful - I don't like the sound of that noise."
[23:35] Guybrush Aw come on, it's just an old place. How bad could a little creaking be?
[23:35] * Guybrush steps down a few stairs as if to demonstrate.
[23:36] Soma It could mean the stairs aren't all that supportive, Guy.
[23:36] *beside them, in the center of the stairwell, the cord the spider went down on suddenly cracks like a very large, high-tension steel whip, shredding through the stairs on the opposite side before rapidly withdrawing into the unseen upper flights.*
[23:36] Soma ! *utterly something loud, and very rude in Japanese*
[23:36] Guybrush ...orrrrrrrr not.
[23:37] *stair-debris falls down, loosely ricocheting off lower levels before finally falling smoothly into the abyss.*
[23:37] *there is no sound of impact.*
[23:37] Guybrush ...Well. Uh....
[23:38] Guybrush ...you guys should be careful around places like this. Never know what will happen. Yep.
[23:38] *they can't exactly easily go up, at least.*
[23:38] Soma ... so says he who said it was just an old building.
[23:39] Guybrush I was, uh, demonstrating! To show how carelessness can be dangerous. Yeah.
[23:39] Soma Uh-huh.
[23:39] *the lights, about ten levels down, 'pop' and go out again.*
[23:39] *and don't come back on.*
[23:39] * Guybrush continues downwards -- clearly much more careful.
[23:39] * Soma is very cautious as well, keeping near the walls.
[23:40] Soma Wonder what's going on with those lights.
[23:42] *the doors of the next few levels are either irreparably jammed, or locked.*
[23:42] Soma ... you wouldn't happen to have a skeleton key on you right now?
[23:43] Guybrush Hmm, lemme see...
[23:44] * Guybrush digs through his inventory. "Lessee, fish... cheese grater... astronaut underwear... pink hemp rope... bandaids... mop... Nope, no luck there."
[23:44] Soma ...Astronaut what?
[23:44] Guybrush Never mind. Eh, I bet those doors are boring anyway.
[23:45] Soma ... actually - I think I can try something. Stand away.
[23:45] * Guybrush does so.
[23:45] * [dead]Li has quit IRC (Ping timeout )
[23:46] * Soma cracks his knuckles, and calls up a soul - there's a flickering image of a humanoid jaguar superimposed over Soma briefly, before he rushed, and slammed the door with considerable force - perhaps that's enough?*
[23:47] *the door splinters, and suddenly Soma is into a hallway that leads some four hundred feet to a door.*
[23:47] *it is lit, if not particularly well, and this is evident.*
[23:47] * Soma falls over into the hallway.
[23:47] Soma Ow!
[23:48] *there is, oddly enough, a light scattering of sand in this hallway, like someone tracked it in from beyond that door.*
[23:48] Guybrush Whoooa. But can you hold your breath for ten minutes? Because, you know, I can hold my breath for ten minutes. Yeah.
[23:48] Soma I can walk on water. *he stated dryly as he got up, and put his knuckles in his mouth - because, they sting!
[23:49] Guybrush ...that's not so neat. *sulks; lying? Nah.*
[23:50] *the walls of this hallway are of a battered, age-scoured metal.*
[23:51] Soma Sand...
[23:51] *there is a THUMP on the door, like something heavy slamming against it.*
[23:51] Guybrush Yikes!
[23:51] * Soma calls his weapon from where he set it down into his hands, and held it up.
[23:51] *then silence.*
[23:52] Soma ...Okay - let's see what's behind door number one.
[23:53] *it will take a bit of a walk to get to the door.*
[23:53] Guybrush Can't we just pick the Box instead?
[23:55] Soma There is no box.
[23:55] Guybrush Darn.
[23:55] *Soma opens the door?*
[23:55] * Soma does indeed open the door, and immeditately press himself against the wall.
[23:56] *and he immediately encounters a FLOOD OF SAND THAT FILLS THE ENTIRE HALLWAY.
[23:56] *
[23:56] *at a considerable pressure.*
[23:57] Guybrush ACK PFFT
[23:58] *Soma now has 400 feet at 32 feet-per-second-squared to formulate a plan before he's swept out into the stairwell.*
[23:58] Soma !
[23:58] * Soma is unfortunately a bit panicky to come up with a plan.
[23:58] Soma Gah - pft!
[23:58] *same with Guybrush.*
[23:59] * Guybrush looks for something to secure a rope to!
[23:59] *well, there -is- the stairway handrail, but that'll be cutting it kinda close...*
[23:59] *and, heeey, it looks like there's someone else coming along for the ride.*
Session Close: Wed Jan 10 00:00:00 2007

Session Start: Wed Jan 10 00:00:00 2007
Session Ident: #abovetheclouds
[00:00] * Soma would probably instinctively turn into a bat if something doesn't happen, but bats can't lift other people.
[00:01] Guybrush ((How sturdy IS that handrail?))
[00:02] * Faust was just minding her own business on top of that sand dune when it suddenly made a good impression of a draining bathtub and sucked her down with it, and now - whoop! HALLWAY.
[00:02] ((Sturdier than it sounds.))
[00:02] * Guybrush snags it and begins tying one end of the pink hemp rope to it, and the other to his waist. Just in case, ya know.
[00:03] *Guybrush will shortly be joined by Soma and Faust, it seems. -very- shortly.*
[00:04] * Faust flails out for something to grab. That something might be Guybrush's leg.
[00:04] Guybrush Whoop!
[00:04] *lots of sand drains over and around them.*
[00:05] * Soma falls over the edge, and instantly changed into something very small and white - which may be clinging to Faust*
[00:05] *it is only a few moments later that most of the sand-falling slackens. there's still a little pouring out, but it looks like whereever it's coming from is out of the source supply.*
[00:06] *the railing creaks ominously, bending.*
[00:06] Guybrush Pfft!
[00:06] *there is sand -everywhere- among those involved.*
[00:06] Soma *squeaks in alarm - between spitting out grains of sand*
[00:06] Guybrush Oh for -- look, whoever's got my leg just climb up me, will ya?
[00:06] *yes, even there.*
[00:07] Faust Phti!
[00:07] Guybrush Man, I think I've got sand in my inventory.
[00:08] * Faust clambers up Guybrush onto the stairway. Is wearing sturdy boots!
[00:08] * Soma is a white bat still clinging to Faust for now.
[00:08] *the handrail creaks even more ominously, and is starting to bend past forty-five degrees.*
[00:09] * Faust blinkblinks at the handrail.
[00:09] Faust Uh.
[00:09] * Guybrush climbs up the rope himself after Faust is on the stairwell.
[00:09] *there is a sudden sort of 'splortch' noise of sand impacting far below, continuing for several seconds.*
[00:10] *then it abruptly stops.*
[00:10] * Soma shoves off of Faust, and changed back - still covered in sand.
[00:10] * Guybrush gets a hand on the stairwell itself and begins pulling himself up.
[00:10] Soma ...Remind me to never pick door number one again.
[00:11] *the hallway is now blocked by sand.*
[00:11] * Guybrush begins untying the rope from the handrail.
[00:11] * Faust looks around.
[00:12] Faust Cheery decor! Love what you've done with the place. WHERE THE FUCK AM I.
[00:12] *at her shout, a sudden clump of sand detaches and lands in her hair.8
[00:12] *
[00:13] Guybrush Don't ask me. I was just looking for the mess hall on the ship and found myself here.
[00:13] Soma a two million story building.
[00:13] Soma With a cafe on the top floor.
[00:13] Guybrush Classy touch.
[00:14] Faust Pffft!
[00:14] * Soma shakes sand out of his pockets.
[00:14] Faust . . . two million stories.
[00:14] Guybrush Hey, as long as they've got the fire escapes for it.
[00:15] * Faust shakes more sand out of her hair and off her face, then peers over the edge, eyes wide.
[00:15] ((more like two hundred, but. XP))
[00:16] Faust So what are *you* guys doing going *down* when there's a cafe up *there* and ominous darkness down *here*?
[00:17] *a loose fragment of stairwell from farther up falls, nearly hitting Faust.*
[00:17] Soma I'm exploring the area - the Cafe is accessible by portals, so people don't remember what's down here.
[00:17] * Faust yipes and flattens herself against the wall.
[00:17] Guybrush I just heard there was going to be punch and pie.
[00:18] * Faust shrugs.
[00:18] *there is a scream from...somewhere.*
[00:18] Soma !
[00:18] Faust . . .
[00:19] Soma ...So who is it now? Elvis?
[00:19] Faust Sounded kinda high-pitched if it was Elvis.
[00:19] Guybrush Out of tune for Elvis too. Yuck.
[00:19] Soma Let's see who it is... or what.
[00:20] *it is unclear where it came from.*
[00:20] Guybrush Man, this place gives me the heebities.
[00:21] * Faust pumps the air with her fist, grinning. "Alright, then - Downward, for great justice!"
[00:21] * Faust is perhaps a little bit crazy.
[00:21] Soma Right. And this place... has it's atmosphere.
[00:22] *the stairs from here down have been liberally sprayed with sand, as is to be expected.*
[00:22] * Faust eyes the steps warily. "This is going to be a little slippery. Even *with* boots on."
[00:23] * Soma treads lightly.
[00:23] * Guybrush pulls the mop out of his inventory and begins sweeping away some of the sand in front.
[00:24] *the next few floors lack doors.*
[00:24] *and then they're into the mostly-unlit section, maybe five floors worth.*
[00:26] Faust Boy, for a cafe basement, this place seems like it should've been in a horror movie or something.
[00:26] Guybrush Hey, this cafe a theme cafe? That'd be neat.
[00:27] *lights may be adviseable.*
[00:27] *particularly with the sand.*
[00:27] Soma Uhm,
[00:27] Soma *won't mention the uniform*
[00:27] * Soma he makes a fireball in his hand - he wished he brought a torch, because this gets draining quick.
[00:27] Soma It's not really themed.
[00:27] Soma ...I uhm, work there.
[00:28] Guybrush Ooh. How's the pay and benefits?
[00:28] *the next door is unlocked. and open.*
[00:28] *beyond is a bathroom.*
[00:29] * Faust picks up some sand in her hand and frowns at it. And then she has a small LED flashlight in her hand. She grins!
[00:29] Guybrush Phew! I needed one of these. Uh, you guys go on ahead, okay?
[00:29] Guybrush ((Mun needs to go do dishes.))
[00:30] * Faust turns the flashlight on and shines it down towards the stairway immediately ahead.
[00:30] *and on the stairway is a spider-like machine easily the size of a man, staring up at her.*
[00:30] Faust EEEEEK.
[00:31] * Guybrush goes into the bathroom, making sure there isn't any... *shudder* PORCELAIN first.
[00:31] Soma It's decent pay, if you don't mi-!!
[00:31] *stares at her, with nineteen symmetrically-oriented eyes.*
[00:31] *is silent, and unmoving.*
[00:31] * Soma turns flames off, and has weapon up.
[00:31] * Faust jumps back several steps, nearly colliding with Soma.
[00:32] Faust WHAT.
[00:32] *unmoving.*
[00:32] * Soma jolt back. "It's that thing from earlier..."
[00:32] * Guybrush uses the bathroom. Back in a while, guys.
[00:33] *advances a step.*
[00:33] * Faust begins taking a few hesitant steps towards the machine, keeping her flashlight trained on the thing in case it moves.
[00:33] Faust meep.
[00:33] *clicks.*
[00:33] * Faust pauses, looking down (up?) at the machine.
[00:34] *up, probably. even though it's on a lower step.*
[00:34] *reaches a leg/arm/all-purpose manipulator towards her, suddenly*
[00:34] Faust !!!!! O_O
[00:35] * Faust holds her arm up to protect herself before realizing that's probably not going to help her much, if at ALL.
[00:35] *picks her up, if there is nothing else done to protest. surpisingly gently, though.*
[00:35] Soma Hey - let go!
[00:35] * Soma goes to help Faust get away from it.
[00:36] *stares at her.*
[00:36] *grindingly.* YOU-ARE-NOT-PROPERLY-AUTHORIZED-TO-BE-HERE.
[00:36] Faust . . . well, at least it's a gentlemen about invading a woman's privacy. *grins nervously*
[00:37] Faust . . . well, *duh*.
[00:37] *sounds like someone speaking through a mouthful of gravel into a sack full of cats.*
[00:38] * Faust gets an earful. "Owwwwwww." >:/
[00:38] YOU-ARE-REQUIRED-TO-REMAIN-UNDER-IMMEDIATE-SUPERVISION.
[00:38] *turns, still carrying her, to proceed down the stairs.*
[00:38] Soma Get off - ! *wonders if the thing can be electrocuted*
[00:38] * Soma runs after them
[00:39] *is slow, fortunately.*
[00:39] * Soma tries to leap on top of the machine.
[00:40] * Faust grabs at the manipulating arm, tugging against its grip.
[00:40] *has a solid grip*
[00:40] Faust . . . dammit, that did nothing.
[00:40] *Soma can easily leap atop it. it keeps moving, apparently unaffected by the weight.*
[00:40] Faust Oi! Giant spider-thingy! If we're not authorized to be down here, what makes *you* authorized?
[00:41] I-AM-AUTHORIZED-BY-THE-PROPRIETORS-OF-THE-ESTABLISHMENT.
[00:41] * Soma looks over the machine once he gets on top of it. "Who are the owners, tinbug?"
[00:42] *there are no obvious access points into its internals.*
[00:42] AUGUST-WAYNE-AND-ELIZABETH-MARLE.
[00:43] * Soma wonders how thick the shell is.
[00:43] * Faust looks at Soma to silently ask "Are they really the owners?"
[00:44] 8
[00:44] * Soma shrugs in a 'I don't know' manner.
[00:44] *not particularly thick, but it's made of a very durable polycarbonate.*
[00:44] *is still proceeding downwards.*
[00:44] Faust So how exactly do you *know* they really own this place, spiderbot?
[00:44] Soma Or that they're still around.
[00:45] Faust And how do you know *we're* not the new owners?
[00:45] THERE-IS-A-STATUS-UPDATE-EVERY-SIX-HOURS.
[00:46] Faust So how long's it been since you last had one of these status updates?
[00:47] TWENTY-SEVEN-MINUTES.
[00:47] Guybrush *there's a tapping sound from above. Apparently, Guybrush is finished.*
[00:48] *if one of them doesn't have a light on, then they're steadily proceeding through the unlit levels. apparently the machine can see in the infrared.*
[00:48] Soma What do you do to the unauthorized?
[00:49] * Faust turns her flashlight back on and takes a look around to see where the hell this robot is *taking* them.
[00:49] DIRECTLY-SUPERVISE-THEM-UNTIL-THE-NEXT-STATUS-UPDATE.
[00:50] *there doesn't seem to be anything special about these floors... except for the extra-wide doors they're coming down to.*
[00:50] Faust And what do you do *then*, oh mighty spiderbot?
[00:50] THE-UNAUTHORIZED-ARE-THEN-DELIVERED-TO-THE-PROPRIETORS.
[00:50] Soma What happens if there is no status updates?
[00:51] Faust . . . that's no *fun*.
[00:51] Guybrush *whup! Thump, thump thump thump THUMP*
[00:51] Soma !!
[00:51] * Guybrush suddenly comes rolling down, smacking hard into the robot.
[00:51] *totters*
[00:51] *teeters*
[00:51] * Soma barely avoids getting landed on! "...Abandon Ship!"
[00:52] *falls, abruptly bilocating Faust in the process. in the unpleasant, old-fashioned way. fortunately, both halves of her are still on the stairwell.*
[00:52] *falls. falls. falls. falls. falls.*
[00:52] * Faust makes a barely-audible curse and then starts banging on the arm that's holding her.
[00:52] Guybrush *weakly* I fell on my keys...
[00:53] *crash*
[00:53] * Faust then stops doing the banging as she gets unexpectedly cut in half.
[00:53] *there is no arm holding her now, at least? :D*
[00:53] Faust *this is a good thing!*
[00:54] Soma ...!
[00:54] * Soma ran after the falling object.
[00:54] ((Um?))
[00:54] * Faust coughs up blood, grits her teeth, and pulls her top half over to her bottom half, trailing blood all over the sandy steps.
[00:54] * Guybrush gets up, after a length, and sees Faust. "Whoa, and I thought I had it bad. Ow."
[00:54] ((Faust isn't falling, the robot is.))
[00:54] Soma ((erm, I mean where it crashed before falling off, sorry))
[00:54] Guybrush Oh man, I'm really sorry about that.
[00:55] ((ahh.))
[00:55] Faust *cough* *hack* owie . . .
[00:55] Soma ...How...
[00:55] THUDcrack.
[00:55] * Chibi has joined #abovetheclouds
[00:56] * Faust finally gets her two halves close enough for her to use her arms to yank her groin back into sync with her torso.
[00:56] * Soma flinches, ew.
[00:56] Faust Oh, crap. *hurrkk* I think i got sand in my spleen.
[00:56] Faust :/
[00:57] Guybrush Might wanna flush that out with water.
[00:57] Soma ...Okay as he said.
[00:57] * Chibi is now known as [dead]Li
[00:58] Faust Eh, it'll shove itself out after a few hours.
[00:58] Guybrush Man, you are DURABLE.
[00:58] * Faust wiggles a bit.
[00:58] * Faust experiments with moving her big toe. Succeeds. Promptly yells "OW!" and hisses.
[00:59] Faust Nerve endings! Yay. Now I really get to know how much being cut in half HURTS.
[00:59] * [dead]Li appears as subtly as he disappeared.
[01:00] Soma Let's hope it's not a repeat performance... *winces*
[01:00] [dead]Li *nooooobody notices, okay?*
[01:00] Faust . . . gimme a bit more time, here.
[01:01] * Faust lays back, and for a second, there's a visible gap between her chest and her waist where yu can see the organs knitting themselves back together, and then the muscle and skin stretches to cover it, and she gulps.
[01:01] * Guybrush rubs the back of his head. "You gonna be okay? I kinda slipped on some sand up there. ...Ew."
[01:01] Soma Li?
[01:01] * [dead]Li peers at Faust. "That's amazing."
[01:02] [dead]Li Hm? *looks at Soma*
[01:02] *one last bit of stairway debris falls from above and impacts Faust, cutting her in half again.*

>>>LOG CONTINUED IN COMMENTS

[sent from a webcafe in the Nexus] yarrrr!

Tue, 19 Sep 2006 07:43:28 GMT

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?

[OOC] Just a note (with bonus meme!):

Sun, 17 Sep 2006 07:30:26 GMT

Faust is still missing. The note is still up on her apartment door.

She'd be ecstatic if she knew what was going on with everyone else right now, as well as several other things, but alas, she's . . . off doing something, that may or may not be her trying not to get her butt kicked by a magic-wielding sumo wrestler. Needless to say, she has possibly bitten off more than she can chew.

She will be back as soon as her mun has the time to peek out from behind a monstrously large amount of homework mostly all foisted on him in the past week so he has the time to finish this particularly lengthy scene. Her mun has also possibly bitten off more than he can chew. Whoops.

But yes. Faust is still apparently gone, because her mun is swamped. Apologies all 'round. So here's where I remind you all of the extensive and informative LJ Memories and Nexuspedia pages available for your perusal, for those of you who still haven't seen them, because once Faust does get back and I get to finishing/starting the plots that've been gestating these past several weeks, there'll be rather important updates going in them both that you'll probably want to check out, yes.

With that said, this post has to have some point besides the glaringly obvious, and so! It's time for another round of "HOW'S MY DRIVING?" For serious. How'm I doing? Do you like her? Is she irritating? Would you like your pup to interact with her more? Also, is there anything you'd like to know about Faust (that isn't answered by the links above) that you're just dying to know? Anything you'd like to ask her or me that's related to her character somehow, I am willing to answer. Maybe not . . . very quickly, but I swear to God, I'll get around to it when I can. This includes questions about inspiration, sources, style, and future plans (what I feel comfortable sharing/what I'd like to see happen, I mean).

Of course, you all could just not care, and that's okay. But I felt guilty about making a completely pointless post, so I had to throw that out there, too. :D

[OOC] for those living in the apartments . . .

Tue, 29 Aug 2006 21:21:28 GMT

There is a note on Faust's door.

It reads simply:

Gone to get some answers.

-Faust

It has been there for three days.

[Narrative] I know you, little libertine.

Sun, 27 Aug 2006 01:44:15 GMT

Several weeks ago.

He isn't even shaking. She's just turned his bow to cinders, she's severed every outside contact she could think of, she's let him push his body as far as it can go, and he's being a bastard and making this easy for her.

She didn't want it to be easy. She wanted him to shake, to beg and plead for his life, so that she could at least tell herself afterwards that she knew it wasn't right, that she had no choice. She wanted to despise herself and move on, like she'd done in the past.

But he knelt there, crouched over, shoulders hunched, breathing heavily, his eyes refusing to focus, and still he met her gaze with all the arrogance of a fanatic.

"You - won't - win," he said. Flecks of his spittle ghosted against her arm; she flinched, just a little. Then she straightened up, sighing.

"You don't get it. This isn't about winners and losers, superhero. It always balances out in the end." She held out her hand again. "It's about a choice."

He was practically twice her size, in the prime of his life; she was just a tall, skinny teenager with a trick up her sleeve he couldn't have countered if his life depended on it. Funny how the universe works like that.

"You know, after a tussle like this, usually I get to learn my opponent's - name," he said, then winced as his ribs shrieked from exertion. "Especially since you seem to know mine."

She shook her head. "Not in the job description. Sorry. Now, let's try this again. Shake my hand, give up the Senate race as even a remote possibility, and I leave." She throws as much menace into the words as she possibly can.

"And give up - everything I - believe in." He laughs sharply, groggily. "Like hell."

She turned her hand up, palm facing him. She looked almost apologetic. "You said it." And fire danced between them, leaping malevolently from her palm onto his face. She clenched her fist shut, holding it up, and turned away from the burning man.

She would not let him see the glint of tears on her face.

Faust left the mansion with his screams still echoing in her ears.

She remained in town long enough to see him recover, quicker than most, and while eating breakfast at a local Starbucks, she glanced over at the paper. She snatched it up immediately, a grin slowly spreading across her face.

The headline was simple: THE RACE IS STILL ON! She skimmed over the article and learned two things: Oliver Queen would not allow this injury to impact his upcoming race, and he had in fact revamped his entire platform to reflect the lessons he'd taken from the ordeal!

He pledged that, just like he had done himself, he would bring this country out of its bed of ashes, reborn like a phoenix, soaring to greater heights than it had dreamed of reaching in centuries! It was typical Ollie Queen rhetoric, and the newspapers never got enough of it.

To tell the truth, neither did Faust. But she'd seen enough; she could feel it. She finished her coffee, set the paper down, and left with a smile on her face.

It worked out.

It always balanced out in the end.

[via diamondknuckle]

Sat, 26 Aug 2006 09:09:11 GMT

You scored as XIX: The Sun. This is the happiest card in the deck. It is full of joy and optimism, everything is right with the world. We are as innocent children playing in the fields without care. The Sun brings success, well-being and happiness in all spheres - material, emotional, spiritual -wherever our desires lay.When this card appears in a Tarot spread it indicates success, joy and happiness. Obstacles will be overcome, goals achieved.When badly aspected, it can indicate a stagnation through over-indulgence, too much of a good thing.

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XIX: The Sun

81%

XVI: The Tower

75%

0 - The Fool

69%

I - Magician

69%

XIII: Death

69%

III - The Empress

69%

IV - The Emperor

69%

VIII - Strength

56%

XV: The Devil

50%

II - The High Priestess

44%

VI: The Lovers

38%

XI: Justice

38%

X - Wheel of Fortune

25%

Which Major Arcana Tarot Card Are You?
created with QuizFarm.com

I think the quiz is mistaken!

[Narrative] I've lost my fear of falling; scenage between Faust and Ghost!

Fri, 25 Aug 2006 21:26:39 GMT

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.

[locked to albinogentleman]

Thu, 24 Aug 2006 06:06:00 GMT

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.

Sat, 29 Jul 2006 23:25:59 GMT

. . . 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!!!!!!!!!

:/

Tue, 23 May 2006 15:32:27 GMT

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.

[A Letter, Delivered to Rose Wilson, the Ravager - arriving via the magic of Nexus LOL]

Mon, 22 May 2006 02:22:35 GMT

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.

>:/

Sun, 21 May 2006 03:04:16 GMT

Mairi Drache, huh.

With a name like that, no wonder I disliked my dad so much.

EDIT: [Private]

. . . huh.

[Narrative] Resolution

Sat, 20 May 2006 20:01:38 GMT

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.

. . . Jinx opens her eyes to discover herself floating in space, in front of a wall of masks. She panics and clutches at her throat, gasping for air where there is none, before she realizes she's still alive, still breathing.

Do not be afraid. Your body remains where you left it behind. You are here because you are safe here. We could not speak of these things where you were - that construct is compromised.

". . . we?" Jinx attempts to take in the size of the wall or how far it goes, but fails. Just an endless wall of masks. She can't see anything past them, even though most of them have hollow eyes and open mouths.

You called us. You let us reshape you as we saw the need for you to be, and you still do not recognize where you are? We are the Source Wall.

Jinx's eyes widen.

Do not look so surprised, daughter of Drache. This is your choice.

". . . daughter of who?"

Your father. A madman. He did not trust us, and so his daughter suffered the same fate he did many long centuries ago. But you fixed it. He never did.

Jinx stares. She never knew her last name, and . . . this is all a bit much.

You have a job to do. You were once entropy's maiden, do you remember? You were one of the seven heralds of the Universe's End.

. . . "I knew the first part, but not the last."

The Universe prefers sevens. Though occasionally it throws an eighth wrench in the works, for reasons we cannot speculate on. We are the Wall. We guard. We do not ask the Universe why it tilts this way and that.

"Why am I here?"

You chose the Source as your master and commander, and it fitted you with a role. You needed to be humbled, and so you were; now you are ready for your task.

Jinx looks down at her hands, then back up at the wall of masks. "I really stepped in it, didn't I?"

You already know some of what you have been chosen for - all those who touch the Source know that the Universe is a balance, and that this balance is ever maintained by the natural flow of the universe. You are the living expression of the Will of the Universe. You will keep the balance, by any means necessary.

There is good, and there is evil. You are now both. There is life and there is death. You will serve both. There is joy and there is sorrow. You must choose both.

This is your task. You are not alone - there are others who walk the same road. But you will never know them. You do not have a choice in the matter, any more than the smallest mote of dust may choose which way the wind blows it. You forfeited your will to the Source. DO YOU UNDERSTAND.

Jinx nods, meekly. "Yes." Oh gods this was terrifying.

The Key to the Source is in you. We have fulfilled our task. Fulfill yours.

And then there was silence. Jinx took in a deep breath and let it out. She pondered her choices for a moment, then, with hardly a second thought, plunged through the mouth of the nearest mask.

There, surrounded by the Source, she learned her name.

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."

D:

Sun, 14 May 2006 15:13:48 GMT

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.

[Private]

Tue, 09 May 2006 01:17:33 GMT

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.

Hnnn.

Thu, 27 Apr 2006 05:14:15 GMT

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.

[OOC] Expectations and Guidelines and Such

Tue, 25 Apr 2006 23:12:04 GMT

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.

1. I use the subject headers for a reason, and I expect people to pay attention to them, because they will contain important information, and they explain the nature of the responses I expect to get. Most of that information will be contained within brackets - "[. . .]" - like so, and if you see brackets, that's your cue to read the tags contained within closely. A few important type of tags that I use often are:

a. [Narrative] - self-explanatory. Can be modified with the use of other tags.
b. [OOC] - generally an infodump post, a question, or my sharing a website or links to something I find interesting.
c. [locked to ". . ."] - only the character(s) mentioned may respond.
d. [locked from ". . ."] - everyone except the characters mentioned may respond.
e. [Private] - either because it's not actually online or because it's heavily encrypted, nobody can see the entry, and it's staying that way unless otherwise noted.
f. tagless - absolutely 100% for sure an open, unlocked text entry in Jinx's online journal that anyone can read.

2. I screwed up with this and not only let it happen a few times but did it myself, and I really shouldn't have, so I'm fixing that now. [Narrative] posts and tagless posts cannot turn into the other without prior notification, either over AIM or in an OOC note in the post itself; i.e. in a [Narrative] post, there would be a comment saying "A message appears in Jinx's e-mail inbox. It reads: 'blah blah blah . . .'" or something equivalent, then everything after that can be text back-and-forth; in a tagless post the same follows, that there must be some justification for leaving text and turning it into face-to-face interaction.

a. The only exception I intend to allow for this rule is for Nexus interaction, where the boundaries between text and action are less clearly fastened and one can get away with throwing behaviors into text-style posts unless otherwise indicated.

3. Jinx's LJ does not I repeat does not have icons IC. It's pretty obvious why - Jinx is a supervillain. She doesn't like having her picture taken often enough to make having icons possible. It's an unacceptable job risk. Yes, I use icons OOC because I like them and I especially like making them, but they're for your and my OOC benefit. Not the characters'. The only time the icons are appropriate and where IC conclusions can be drawn from them is inside a [Narrative]-tagged post, where they're at least trying to approximate her actual expression. Otherwise, THEY DO NOT EXIST. Capitalized because I've been given reason to believe this is not a common assumption, so I want to make it clear.
4. If you think I'm doing a bad job at this, say so. It hasn't happened yet, but it's liable to happen now that I'm playing things almost completely by ear. I want to make it abundantly clear: I watched Teen Titans, Justice League (Unlimited, less so), Batman, Superman, and Batman Beyond religiously. But that doesn't make me the fount of all canonical wisdom. I know my DCAU canon well enough to fudge effectively when I can't remember something, and I do have some Titans episodes in DivX format to refresh myself, but I slip up from time to time. Chances are it might not be a slipup, and I'll be doing it for a very good reason, but then again, you won't know unless you ask, will you? This isn't an open call to rip into me, but if you notice something off, ask instead of being like that one idiot who went and trotted off to BRPS to whine about osborn_journals for completely asinine reasons that could've been solved if he'd contacted Normun in the first place. My AIM SN is in my userinfo for a reason.
5. I keep Jinx's Memories and Nexuspedia entries as up to date as possible, with allowances for real-life hassles interfering with maintenance on something that's really only an optional convenience, albeit one I sincerely enjoy providing. It's also extremely helpful with familiarizing the unfamiliar with the ins and outs of Jinx's character, and I think that's always a good thing. However, that's not an excuse for you to metagame and use what I've provided OOC as a chance to mess with her head or have a laugh. I don't try to do it to anyone else, and I expect the same courtesy.
6. I also intend to start using LJ Tags on entries beginning with this one and working my way back through all of them, while making sure all future posts stay sorted properly as well.

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.

[intended to be private, but accidentally left unlocked]

Sun, 23 Apr 2006 02:02:34 GMT

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.

[Narrative] Turn [to face the strange] - Changes

Sat, 22 Apr 2006 06:54:11 GMT

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. Ever since she found the book with the original spell in it, ever since she saw the amulet in the museum, ever since she'd sensed some chance of seizing the power that was rightfully hers, she'd been waiting for this moment. And now it was finally here.

Jinx held the amulet up to the night sky and watched the starlight gleam against the polished facets of the ruby eye, then set it down in the spine of the spell book which she had open in her lap. She ran her finger across the runic script on the page - an entirely original language, its only use being the spells contained in this book, constructed around this central - literally and figuratively speaking - incantation: the use of the amulet - the Key - to unlock the powers buried deep behind the Source Wall at the edge of the universe.

The Source, the beginning of All. Everything. The power to affect everything - or so the spell promised. The Source, Jinx knew, was the Ultimate. It was order and chaos personified. If Jinx was intelligent enough to understand the concept, the Source was the ultimate expression of the ideals of anarchy. By unlocking the Gate, Jinx was defining her soul and self as the avatar of the Source - the embodied "will" of the foundation of the universe. It was going to change her from the inside out, ripping her up and starting her up again the way it chose.

So a part of her had been putting it off because the concept of her self no longer being her self terrified her beyond comprehension. It's not like she could disagree that it was not exactly how she'd have wanted to receive supreme power, but she had the chance! She couldn't not take it, could she?

Jinx was a lot of things, and she'd been called most of them, but she wasn't a coward.

Her hand hesitated over the amulet. She gritted her teeth and began to read the incantation aloud. The ruby gemstone began to glow from within, the light spilling out, so bright and intense the red crystal seemed to turn pure, flat white. Jinx closed her hand around the amulet and spoke the last five words of the incantation - clearly and smoothly. No mistakes. Not this time.

I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid.

The book felt hot to the touch, and when Jinx picked the amulet up, she could see singe marks where it had been set. An unnatural wind ruffled the pages of the book and Jinx's hair, picking up in intensity till it took all Jinx had to remain in a sitting position. The book flipped shut with a loud thunk!

And as the wind whirled about, Jinx stood shakily to her feet, her muscles moving of their own accord, an observer in her own body, and watched as she wrapped both hands around the amulet. The amulet flared - how could it possibly be any brighter than it was already? - and then the light traveled up her arms across her chest down her legs up her neck into her brain and finally mercifully stabbed into her eyes and she -

heard a chime that sounded almost like "welcome home" but then -

saw felt heard tasted smelled was -

nothing.

And then she remembered nothing.

. . .

Wed, 19 Apr 2006 11:44:13 GMT

I knew she wouldn't stay dead.

Ghost, I need you to do me a favor. I'll explain in a bit. I trust you know how to lock your replies from prying eyes?

I'm ready and I'm tired of waiting to take what should've been mine to begin with. Sometime this week.

Assassin
55% Combativeness, 66% Sneakiness, 47% Intellect, 22% Spirituality

Violent and deceptive: You are an Assassin.
Score! You have a prestige class. A prestige class can only be taken after you've fulfilled certain requirements. This may mean that you're an exceptionally talented person, but it probably doesn't.
Skulking through the shadows... hunting their prey without remorse... Assassins are some of the most dangerous killers in D&D, and evil bastards to boot.
You're not necessarily evil, but you are both violent and sneaky. Chances are you aren't very honorable. Though who knows? You might have some noble goals, even if your methods tend to be... unorthodox. You might just be a Slayer of Domiel or something.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 46% on Combativeness

You scored higher than 86% on Sneakiness

You scored higher than 25% on Intellect

You scored higher than 15% on Spirituality

Link: The RPG Class Test written by MFlowers on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

. . . I could go for that.

I win.

Sat, 01 Apr 2006 06:16:55 GMT

I've got it back.

The D.E.O. stole it from me, but I got it back.

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Mon, 27 Mar 2006 04:08:08 GMT

I don't understand - she's dead?

I don't know what to say.

What can I say? "Yeah, she was nice, I enjoyed sniping at her for her bad fashion sense. I enjoyed fighting against her, and trying on her clothes, and getting my butt kicked by her."

Yeah, right. I don't know how to react to this. She's the good guy, I'm the bad guy - fine, I can deal with that, I can understand that, that's something normal and logical.

I - I never thought she'd be the one who died first.

She's a hero, I - I don't understand.

I don't -

It's not supposed to work that way for them . . .

EDIT:

. . . Cyborg? Robin? Terra? . . . do you know a Mr. or Mrs. Madison?

Because I just ran into the Ravager in the Nexus . . . The Ravager says . . . you killed them.

Mon, 13 Mar 2006 22:03:46 GMT

If Billy's in Slade's body, and Kid Flash is in Billy's body . . .

Then whose body did Slade end up in?

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Mon, 13 Mar 2006 03:19:23 GMT

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