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Postby Agritum » Tue Feb 26, 2013 5:30 am

Zarkenis Ultima wrote:@Agri: I have no idea what any of that means, but :hug: you'll get through it I'm sure.

@Nightkill: Cally for best. For worst... No idea, really. I guess I'm just that much of an accepting person. :P.

It means that, if there is another elections in 2 months, Berlusconi has another chance to try and get elected.

And no, he isn't a funny person. The opposite, really.
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Postby Olthar » Tue Feb 26, 2013 5:30 am

Erinkita wrote:
Gaonaga’s talons raked empty air as he floated unsupported in the upper atmosphere. He could see the curvature of the Earth from up here. He had seen it once before, almost four hundred years ago. Then, it had signalled an end to his centuries of aimless drifting. Today, he wasn’t sure what it meant. An end to his life on this planet? That was a distinct possibility if Crowley’s plan failed. A new beginning, a renewal of sorts? Maybe, but the symbolism was obscure at best. Besides, if—no, when—they won their battle today, nothing would really change. Crowley would go his way, Gaonaga would go his, and Hasuragon would do what she always did.

Hasuragon...

The dragon woman floated perhaps four hundred metres away, managing to do so with much more grace than Gaonaga did. She was used to this, of course. It was her magic that kept them aloft. And it would be she who cast Crowley’s spell. Gaonaga was there to act as muscle, and because he was the only one who had met their adversary.

“You should not trust this Aleister Crowley,” Hasuragon said in her ethereal, multi-toned voice. Her blazing yellow eyes fixed Gaonaga with an appraising stare. She was small for one of their kind—the unrelated group of beings humanity loosely grouped together by their size and their propensity to fight one another at the drop of a hat—a hair under a hundred feet, and slim too; a far cry from Gaonaga’s armoured bulk. And yet she was formidable. There was power in those long, slender limbs, and speed, unbelievable speed. She was motionless now, her spiked tail snapping in the wind. But as always, she was poised to fight.

“We should stand aside and let Exterminus have his way with the Earth, then?” Gaonaga growled back. He scanned the starscape above them for the enemy they awaited, watching Hasuragon out of the corner of his beady green reptilian eye. She tossed her spiky head impatiently. The orange sunlight shining from behind the planet far below them, turned her blue-green scales yellow. The blue lotus medallion on her chest pusled with a light all its own.

“I did not say that.”

“You carry his magic. Will you cast it when you need to?”

“I will.”

“Then do not speak to me of trust. It holds no relevance now.”

Her eyes remained fixed on Gaonaga, but she held her silence. She is trying to intimidate me, he thought to himself. I have been glared at by more terrible things than her more times than I care to count. Good luck. Out loud, he said “I owe him a debt. You were not there. You did not see MechaGaonaga. The thing was obscene. Crowley gave me the names of its creators. He helped me take my justified vengeance. This is a balancing of the ledger.”

Hasuragon remained silent for several seconds longer than seemed necessary. “You acknowledge a debt to a human?” she asked, her tone betraying no emotion.

Gaonaga’s raucous, booming laughter cut through the sound of the wind. “Crowley is no human,” he said, grinning a lizard grin.

“And you do this only for him? For no one else?”

Gaonaga turned his full gaze to Hasuragon and returned her appraising look. Alone of all the monsters, she cared for humanity. She fought to protect them from the likes of Moratitan and Vespitra. And Gaonaga, of course. Her fondness for humans was hardly surprising. She used to be one, after all. “You suggest I have grown fond of humans?”

“Since becoming one. Yes, perhaps.”

“I am not a human, dragon woman. I thank you for your gift of transformation. These past twenty years, it has allowed me to move more easily among them, and to understand their world better. But it has not engendered sympathy. And I have not become one of them.” He looked out over the planet below, the beautiful jigsaw pieces of continent and ocean which held so many tiny lives. “They are a small people. A people without perspective. I can’t blame them. There’s not much of a view from down there.”

Gaonaga tore his eyes away from the scenery and looked back into Hasuragon’s blazing yellow eyes. Both monsters floated there in silence for long minutes. She doesn’t understand me Gaonaga realised with satisfaction. I understand exactly why she is here, but my motives are a mystery to her.

It was Hasuragon who broke both the silence and the gaze. She looked up into the velvet black and said, grimly, “He’s coming.”
Gaonaga followed her eyes. And there he was, hurtling toward them like a malevolent asteroid, curled up into an invulnerable ball of muscle and metal. The living weapon designed to cleanse entire planets: Exterminus.

To be continued.

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Postby Constaniana » Tue Feb 26, 2013 5:37 am

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Why the hell are there Mormons in Mumbai?

We're everywhere. You cannot escape us. :p
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Postby Erinkita » Tue Feb 26, 2013 5:40 am

Agritum wrote:
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:@Agri: I have no idea what any of that means, but :hug: you'll get through it I'm sure.

@Nightkill: Cally for best. For worst... No idea, really. I guess I'm just that much of an accepting person. :P.

It means that, if there is another elections in 2 months, Berlusconi has another chance to try and get elected.

And no, he isn't a funny person. The opposite, really.

:( :hug: I know it's scary. There's a similar situation in Australia.

Just do your part and vote against him, and trust your fellow Italians to know what's good for them.

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Erinkita wrote:
Gaonaga’s talons raked empty air as he floated unsupported in the upper atmosphere. He could see the curvature of the Earth from up here. He had seen it once before, almost four hundred years ago. Then, it had signalled an end to his centuries of aimless drifting. Today, he wasn’t sure what it meant. An end to his life on this planet? That was a distinct possibility if Crowley’s plan failed. A new beginning, a renewal of sorts? Maybe, but the symbolism was obscure at best. Besides, if—no, when—they won their battle today, nothing would really change. Crowley would go his way, Gaonaga would go his, and Hasuragon would do what she always did.

Hasuragon...

The dragon woman floated perhaps four hundred metres away, managing to do so with much more grace than Gaonaga did. She was used to this, of course. It was her magic that kept them aloft. And it would be she who cast Crowley’s spell. Gaonaga was there to act as muscle, and because he was the only one who had met their adversary.

“You should not trust this Aleister Crowley,” Hasuragon said in her ethereal, multi-toned voice. Her blazing yellow eyes fixed Gaonaga with an appraising stare. She was small for one of their kind—the unrelated group of beings humanity loosely grouped together by their size and their propensity to fight one another at the drop of a hat—a hair under a hundred feet, and slim too; a far cry from Gaonaga’s armoured bulk. And yet she was formidable. There was power in those long, slender limbs, and speed, unbelievable speed. She was motionless now, her spiked tail snapping in the wind. But as always, she was poised to fight.

“We should stand aside and let Exterminus have his way with the Earth, then?” Gaonaga growled back. He scanned the starscape above them for the enemy they awaited, watching Hasuragon out of the corner of his beady green reptilian eye. She tossed her spiky head impatiently. The orange sunlight shining from behind the planet far below them, turned her blue-green scales yellow. The blue lotus medallion on her chest pusled with a light all its own.

“I did not say that.”

“You carry his magic. Will you cast it when you need to?”

“I will.”

“Then do not speak to me of trust. It holds no relevance now.”

Her eyes remained fixed on Gaonaga, but she held her silence. She is trying to intimidate me, he thought to himself. I have been glared at by more terrible things than her more times than I care to count. Good luck. Out loud, he said “I owe him a debt. You were not there. You did not see MechaGaonaga. The thing was obscene. Crowley gave me the names of its creators. He helped me take my justified vengeance. This is a balancing of the ledger.”

Hasuragon remained silent for several seconds longer than seemed necessary. “You acknowledge a debt to a human?” she asked, her tone betraying no emotion.

Gaonaga’s raucous, booming laughter cut through the sound of the wind. “Crowley is no human,” he said, grinning a lizard grin.

“And you do this only for him? For no one else?”

Gaonaga turned his full gaze to Hasuragon and returned her appraising look. Alone of all the monsters, she cared for humanity. She fought to protect them from the likes of Moratitan and Vespitra. And Gaonaga, of course. Her fondness for humans was hardly surprising. She used to be one, after all. “You suggest I have grown fond of humans?”

“Since becoming one. Yes, perhaps.”

“I am not a human, dragon woman. I thank you for your gift of transformation. These past twenty years, it has allowed me to move more easily among them, and to understand their world better. But it has not engendered sympathy. And I have not become one of them.” He looked out over the planet below, the beautiful jigsaw pieces of continent and ocean which held so many tiny lives. “They are a small people. A people without perspective. I can’t blame them. There’s not much of a view from down there.”

Gaonaga tore his eyes away from the scenery and looked back into Hasuragon’s blazing yellow eyes. Both monsters floated there in silence for long minutes. She doesn’t understand me Gaonaga realised with satisfaction. I understand exactly why she is here, but my motives are a mystery to her.

It was Hasuragon who broke both the silence and the gaze. She looked up into the velvet black and said, grimly, “He’s coming.”
Gaonaga followed her eyes. And there he was, hurtling toward them like a malevolent asteroid, curled up into an invulnerable ball of muscle and metal. The living weapon designed to cleanse entire planets: Exterminus.

To be continued.

Neat. :)

Thank you. :)
I hope this helps me get the hang of writing this character. He's very different to what I've done before.
Hasuragon and Exterminus will both show up later. So will Moratitan. Vespitra and MechaGaonaga probably won't, but they'll all get expanded on.
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Postby Olthar » Tue Feb 26, 2013 5:43 am

Constaniana wrote:
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Why the hell are there Mormons in Mumbai?

We're everywhere. You cannot escape us. :p

Nuuu! A Mormon! Leave Wisconsin alone! We already have to deal with the zebra mussels! D:

Erinkita wrote:
Olthar wrote:Neat. :)

Thank you. :)
I hope this helps me get the hang of writing this character. He's very different to what I've done before.
Hasuragon and Exterminus will both show up later. So will Moratitan. Vespitra and MechaGaonaga probably won't, but they'll all get expanded on.

I look forward to it.
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Postby Erinkita » Tue Feb 26, 2013 5:46 am

Constaniana wrote:
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Why the hell are there Mormons in Mumbai?

We're everywhere. You cannot escape us. :p

One time I politely told a pair of missionaries I wasn't interested. It seemed to make them go away. Is that your secret weakness?

Olthar wrote:
Erinkita wrote:Thank you. :)
I hope this helps me get the hang of writing this character. He's very different to what I've done before.
Hasuragon and Exterminus will both show up later. So will Moratitan. Vespitra and MechaGaonaga probably won't, but they'll all get expanded on.

I look forward to it.

So is Jojo going to be your main character?
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Postby Olthar » Tue Feb 26, 2013 5:47 am

Erinkita wrote:
Olthar wrote:I look forward to it.

So is Jojo going to be your main character?

Looks that way.
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Postby Erinkita » Tue Feb 26, 2013 5:51 am

Olthar wrote:
Erinkita wrote:So is Jojo going to be your main character?

Looks that way.

I look forward to that. The twitter feed is great. I wish I could write snappy, clever dialogue like that but I just can't figure out snark.
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Postby Constaniana » Tue Feb 26, 2013 5:55 am

Erinkita wrote:
Constaniana wrote:We're everywhere. You cannot escape us. :p

One time I politely told a pair of missionaries I wasn't interested. It seemed to make them go away. Is that your secret weakness?

You discovered our weakness! Nooooooooooo!!! :p

In all seriousness, yeah. If someone just isn't interested then there's no point in beating them over the head with a Book of Mormon trying to convert them.
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Postby Olthar » Tue Feb 26, 2013 5:56 am

Erinkita wrote:
Olthar wrote:Looks that way.

I look forward to that. The twitter feed is great. I wish I could write snappy, clever dialogue like that but I just can't figure out snark.

Thanks. :)
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Postby Erinkita » Tue Feb 26, 2013 6:06 am

Constaniana wrote:
Erinkita wrote:One time I politely told a pair of missionaries I wasn't interested. It seemed to make them go away. Is that your secret weakness?

You discovered our weakness! Nooooooooooo!!! :p

In all seriousness, yeah. If someone just isn't interested then there's no point in beating them over the head with a Book of Mormon trying to convert them.

I did take a pamphlet though, and what I read wasn't so bad. The Mormon version of heaven sounds a lot better than how most sects describe it. And the graded levels of salvation seem less unjust than the heaven-hell dychotomy.
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Postby Erinkita » Tue Feb 26, 2013 6:06 am

Well, good night all. and by all I guess I mean just Olthar.
:hug: Ni-ni snuggles, PQ.

EDIT: Oh, Con, you;re back online. Good night to you as well. :hug:
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Postby Constaniana » Tue Feb 26, 2013 6:08 am

Erinkita wrote:
Constaniana wrote:You discovered our weakness! Nooooooooooo!!! :p

In all seriousness, yeah. If someone just isn't interested then there's no point in beating them over the head with a Book of Mormon trying to convert them.

I did take a pamphlet though, and what I read wasn't so bad. The Mormon version of heaven sounds a lot better than how most sects describe it. And the graded levels of salvation seem less unjust than the heaven-hell dychotomy.

Yeah, that's one of my favourite parts about the religion.
Erinkita wrote:Well, good night all. and by all I guess I mean just Olthar.
:hug: Ni-ni snuggles, PQ.

Good night. :hug:
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Postby Olthar » Tue Feb 26, 2013 6:10 am

Erinkita wrote:Well, good night all. and by all I guess I mean just Olthar.
:hug: Ni-ni snuggles, PQ.

EDIT: Oh, Con, you;re back online. Good night to you as well. :hug:

Goodnight. :hug:
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Couldn't sleep. Forgot to add something to my one-shot. Edit then bed.
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"The Nixon campaign in 1968, and the Nixon White House after that, had two enemies: the antiwar left and black people. You understand what I'm saying? We knew we couldn't make it illegal to be either against the war or black, but by getting the public to associate the hippies with marijuana and blacks with heroin, and then criminalizing both heavily, we could disrupt those communities. We could arrest their leaders. raid their homes, break up their meetings, and vilify them night after night on the evening news. Did we know we were lying about the drugs? Of course we did."—former Nixon domestic policy chief John Ehrlichman

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That's magnificent.
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Nightkill the Emperor wrote:I just realised how bizarre Const's existence is.
Cerillium wrote:Const is right.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:You just cornered a scary indian man with a sword-of-brick-shattering.

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Might write a one-shot later, after I get out of class. *nod*
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"Hazel, sweetie, must you go now? I know that you've been sent there to work as a diplomat, but it’s not safe there, there’s word that something big is going to happen and –"

"Not a word, Nate, we've been over this already," Hazel replied to her husband as the twenty-nine-year-old woman struggled with the zipper on what was obviously an overstuffed suitcase. She stopped, and gave her husband a kiss. "You know I love you, but this is a job that I have to do."

"But Hazel, the word on the street, they say that something is going to happen over there." admonished Nate, trying to express his worry about his wife and trying to tell her how much he cared for her. His lovely wife of eight years had always been busy, out there trying to foster relationships between the United States and the Middle East, and now she was heading out on emergency assignment to the consulate in Cairo.

"I know dear, but I'll be safe. Nothing is going to happen to me, I promise. Besides, they need people like me to represent the United States, and I'm one of the few people who understand matters in the Middle East, now that things are about to go down."

Nate was about to say something else, when their six-year-old daughter ran into the room. She was wearing a pink dress, her brown hair in pigtails down her back. She held her Minnie Mouse doll in her arms.

"Mommy, Mommy, when are we going to Disneyland?" the six-year-old questioned her mother as she noticed the suitcases around the bedroom. "Are we going to go today?"

"No, Alison, I have to go to work in Egypt. Remember the pictures of the pyramids that I told you about?"

"Mommy’s going to see the mummies?"

"Yes, sweetie. Mommy is going to see the mummies."

"But you promised that you were going to take me to Disneyland last time! You promised that we would go on an adventure together!" the little girl cried. "You promised!" She began to cry, seeing that her mother was about to go on another adventure without her.

Hazel stooped down to meet Alison’s level and held her shoulders. "I know, Alison. But Mommy will be back before you know it. Then we'll go to Disneyland and meet Minnie together."

"You promise?" Alison asked. Her tears began to dry up, and she began to sniffle less.

"I promise. Wait," Hazel said, getting up and going to a drawer. She pulled out a small black box, and turned to her daughter. "Alison, Mommy is going to give you this necklace. It was Mommy’s necklace once upon a time, and now I’m giving it to you, so that I’ll know it’s you when I come back."

Alison opened the box. Inside was a pendant of silver, with a sapphire stone in the middle. "Pretty," she murmured.

"Hazel, are you sure that’s an appropriate thing to give to a child?" Nate asked, a little surprised about the gift. "It seems a bit extravagant for a six-year-old."

"Oh, it'll be fine dear. Alison, remember to be good to your father."

"Mommy, I'm scared."

"It'll be okay sweetheart," Hazel said, giving her daughter a kiss on her forehead and a hug. "Be good to your father, and when I come back, we'll all go to Disneyland together, okay?"

"Okay," Alison said. "I love you Mommy."

"I love you too sweetie."

Suddenly, a disembodied voice began to scream. "NO! DON'T GO! PLEASE, NO! DON'T GO! PLEASE!"
Alison woke up in a sweat.

The dream… it was so vivid. Her mother… she wished she was six again, she wished that she could tell her mommy to not go, to not go, to stay home… she could imagine herself screaming to not go.

She cried in her pillow, and eventually she fell asleep again, the silver and sapphire pendant on her neck.
"I should have listened to her, so hard to keep control. We kept on eating but our bloated bellies still not full."
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Individuality-ness wrote:
"Hazel, sweetie, must you go now? I know that you've been sent there to work as a diplomat, but it’s not safe there, there’s word that something big is going to happen and –"

"Not a word, Nate, we've been over this already," Hazel replied to her husband as the twenty-nine-year-old woman struggled with the zipper on what was obviously an overstuffed suitcase. She stopped, and gave her husband a kiss. "You know I love you, but this is a job that I have to do."

"But Hazel, the word on the street, they say that something is going to happen over there." admonished Nate, trying to express his worry about his wife and trying to tell her how much he cared for her. His lovely wife of eight years had always been busy, out there trying to foster relationships between the United States and the Middle East, and now she was heading out on emergency assignment to the consulate in Cairo.

"I know dear, but I'll be safe. Nothing is going to happen to me, I promise. Besides, they need people like me to represent the United States, and I'm one of the few people who understand matters in the Middle East, now that things are about to go down."

Nate was about to say something else, when their six-year-old daughter ran into the room. She was wearing a pink dress, her brown hair in pigtails down her back. She held her Minnie Mouse doll in her arms.

"Mommy, Mommy, when are we going to Disneyland?" the six-year-old questioned her mother as she noticed the suitcases around the bedroom. "Are we going to go today?"

"No, Alison, I have to go to work in Egypt. Remember the pictures of the pyramids that I told you about?"

"Mommy’s going to see the mummies?"

"Yes, sweetie. Mommy is going to see the mummies."

"But you promised that you were going to take me to Disneyland last time! You promised that we would go on an adventure together!" the little girl cried. "You promised!" She began to cry, seeing that her mother was about to go on another adventure without her.

Hazel stooped down to meet Alison’s level and held her shoulders. "I know, Alison. But Mommy will be back before you know it. Then we'll go to Disneyland and meet Minnie together."

"You promise?" Alison asked. Her tears began to dry up, and she began to sniffle less.

"I promise. Wait," Hazel said, getting up and going to a drawer. She pulled out a small black box, and turned to her daughter. "Alison, Mommy is going to give you this necklace. It was Mommy’s necklace once upon a time, and now I’m giving it to you, so that I’ll know it’s you when I come back."

Alison opened the box. Inside was a pendant of silver, with a sapphire stone in the middle. "Pretty," she murmured.

"Hazel, are you sure that’s an appropriate thing to give to a child?" Nate asked, a little surprised about the gift. "It seems a bit extravagant for a six-year-old."

"Oh, it'll be fine dear. Alison, remember to be good to your father."

"Mommy, I'm scared."

"It'll be okay sweetheart," Hazel said, giving her daughter a kiss on her forehead and a hug. "Be good to your father, and when I come back, we'll all go to Disneyland together, okay?"

"Okay," Alison said. "I love you Mommy."

"I love you too sweetie."

Suddenly, a disembodied voice began to scream. "NO! DON'T GO! PLEASE, NO! DON'T GO! PLEASE!"
Alison woke up in a sweat.

The dream… it was so vivid. Her mother… she wished she was six again, she wished that she could tell her mommy to not go, to not go, to stay home… she could imagine herself screaming to not go.

She cried in her pillow, and eventually she fell asleep again, the silver and sapphire pendant on her neck.

I knew where it was going immediately, but it's still sad. :(
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Postby Individuality-ness » Tue Feb 26, 2013 2:51 pm

Olthar wrote:
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"Hazel, sweetie, must you go now? I know that you've been sent there to work as a diplomat, but it’s not safe there, there’s word that something big is going to happen and –"

"Not a word, Nate, we've been over this already," Hazel replied to her husband as the twenty-nine-year-old woman struggled with the zipper on what was obviously an overstuffed suitcase. She stopped, and gave her husband a kiss. "You know I love you, but this is a job that I have to do."

"But Hazel, the word on the street, they say that something is going to happen over there." admonished Nate, trying to express his worry about his wife and trying to tell her how much he cared for her. His lovely wife of eight years had always been busy, out there trying to foster relationships between the United States and the Middle East, and now she was heading out on emergency assignment to the consulate in Cairo.

"I know dear, but I'll be safe. Nothing is going to happen to me, I promise. Besides, they need people like me to represent the United States, and I'm one of the few people who understand matters in the Middle East, now that things are about to go down."

Nate was about to say something else, when their six-year-old daughter ran into the room. She was wearing a pink dress, her brown hair in pigtails down her back. She held her Minnie Mouse doll in her arms.

"Mommy, Mommy, when are we going to Disneyland?" the six-year-old questioned her mother as she noticed the suitcases around the bedroom. "Are we going to go today?"

"No, Alison, I have to go to work in Egypt. Remember the pictures of the pyramids that I told you about?"

"Mommy’s going to see the mummies?"

"Yes, sweetie. Mommy is going to see the mummies."

"But you promised that you were going to take me to Disneyland last time! You promised that we would go on an adventure together!" the little girl cried. "You promised!" She began to cry, seeing that her mother was about to go on another adventure without her.

Hazel stooped down to meet Alison’s level and held her shoulders. "I know, Alison. But Mommy will be back before you know it. Then we'll go to Disneyland and meet Minnie together."

"You promise?" Alison asked. Her tears began to dry up, and she began to sniffle less.

"I promise. Wait," Hazel said, getting up and going to a drawer. She pulled out a small black box, and turned to her daughter. "Alison, Mommy is going to give you this necklace. It was Mommy’s necklace once upon a time, and now I’m giving it to you, so that I’ll know it’s you when I come back."

Alison opened the box. Inside was a pendant of silver, with a sapphire stone in the middle. "Pretty," she murmured.

"Hazel, are you sure that’s an appropriate thing to give to a child?" Nate asked, a little surprised about the gift. "It seems a bit extravagant for a six-year-old."

"Oh, it'll be fine dear. Alison, remember to be good to your father."

"Mommy, I'm scared."

"It'll be okay sweetheart," Hazel said, giving her daughter a kiss on her forehead and a hug. "Be good to your father, and when I come back, we'll all go to Disneyland together, okay?"

"Okay," Alison said. "I love you Mommy."

"I love you too sweetie."

Suddenly, a disembodied voice began to scream. "NO! DON'T GO! PLEASE, NO! DON'T GO! PLEASE!"
Alison woke up in a sweat.

The dream… it was so vivid. Her mother… she wished she was six again, she wished that she could tell her mommy to not go, to not go, to stay home… she could imagine herself screaming to not go.

She cried in her pillow, and eventually she fell asleep again, the silver and sapphire pendant on her neck.

I knew where it was going immediately, but it's still sad. :(

Yeah, it sucks. :( Poor Alison.
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Postby Mavorpen » Tue Feb 26, 2013 3:38 pm

Individuality-ness wrote:
Olthar wrote:I knew where it was going immediately, but it's still sad. :(

Yeah, it sucks. :( Poor Alison.

Who?
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Postby Olthar » Tue Feb 26, 2013 3:39 pm

Mavorpen wrote:
Individuality-ness wrote:Yeah, it sucks. :( Poor Alison.

Who?

Indi's character.
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Postby Individuality-ness » Tue Feb 26, 2013 3:39 pm

Mavorpen wrote:
Individuality-ness wrote:Yeah, it sucks. :( Poor Alison.

Who?

Arc 3 character.
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Postby Mavorpen » Tue Feb 26, 2013 3:56 pm

Individuality-ness wrote:
Mavorpen wrote:Who?

Arc 3 character.

Ah.

I remember making a one shot. I lost it somehow.
"The Nixon campaign in 1968, and the Nixon White House after that, had two enemies: the antiwar left and black people. You understand what I'm saying? We knew we couldn't make it illegal to be either against the war or black, but by getting the public to associate the hippies with marijuana and blacks with heroin, and then criminalizing both heavily, we could disrupt those communities. We could arrest their leaders. raid their homes, break up their meetings, and vilify them night after night on the evening news. Did we know we were lying about the drugs? Of course we did."—former Nixon domestic policy chief John Ehrlichman

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