HALO LXXIII: Some Have Greatness Thrust Upon Them

[arguskos]

"Oh, that is too bad. Do you have any hints on how to help your friend?" Examining the picture reveals a golden amoeba-like creature with two pseudopods and a brain at the center of the blob, floating through primal chaos.

[Emperor Ing]

Not much you can do while the sword is inactive. But right now, i've got stuff to do. See yah.
He walks away.
deadtime. :smallyuk:

[arguskos]

"Ah, ok then. Let me know if I can help." Y'vad goes back to his painting.

((bah, damn you people and your having lives! :smallwink:))

[Lex-Kat]

The Little Girl peaks over Y'vad's shoulder. Wachu paintin'?

[arguskos]

"Oh, hello there. This is The Great Golden One, of my people's legend."

[Quinsar]

Guys... I'm unsure, again, but I might have to leave tomorrow for work.... FOr a long long time...
I'm sorry....
Again I'm unsure, like last time...

[Volug]

Quinsar, I'm sorry to hear that...

I'm still very busy, and still can't do much... However, I can be on for a little bit longer (less then an hour though), if you need anything, like that PM I sent you, tell me now.

[Lex-Kat]

Well. He's certainly golden. What was so great about him?

((Sorry for the long delay. I had work to do.))

[Inigo Montoya]

Inigo undeadtimes.

[happyturtle]

The Portal That Has Always Been There reactivates. But instead of leading into the GLoG base, it transports you outside the front door, where visitors will be scanned for alignment and have their DNA matched to the database to see if they are on the approved list before letting them in. If you're one of the good guys who has visited before, then you're on the approved list.

All the security is because of Intergang. Dey is scary! :smalleek:

[arguskos]

"She's not so great from deed as from history. She, along with the Dark One, made our race as we are."

((no biggie, I'm busy too, and actually, I think I'll be deadtiming now))

[FireFox]

Matt undeadtimes and wanders. His wings are gone.

Scary? Or a woeful case of incompetence on GLOG's end? :smallwink::smalltongue:

[Lex-Kat]

The Little Girl smiles at Y'vad. Well, I'll let you get back to your painting. Bye. And she disappears.

She reappears in the living area, watching the blank teevee.

[Quinsar]

Crystal is wandering!

[Inigo Montoya]

Hey Matt. What's up?

[FireFox]

Hey Inigo... nothing really...

[happyturtle]

Scary? Or a woeful case of incompetence on GLOG's end? :smallwink::smalltongue:

((Are those mutually exclusive? :smalltongue:))

[Darkcomet]

((Not to mention the AAAAAH MINDSCREW.))

[Inigo Montoya]

You sound...sad. What's going on?

[FireFox]

Again, his wings are missing...

What? Oh, I'm not sad, just preoccupied... He stretches and winces slightly.

[Lex-Kat]

The Little Girl sees Crystal wandering. She attempts to sneak up behind her very quietly.

Being a ghost, she makes very little noise.

If successful, she says. BOO!!

((DEADTIME))

[Inigo Montoya]

What happend to your wings?

[FireFox]

I was told they were torn off by some Cardinal or somebody at a place called Nomopolis... I don't really remember, seeing as how I was brainwashed...

[Inigo Montoya]

Brainwashed? Ouch...

[FireFox]

Matt shrugs. Well, the people who made me hurt Ari are dead now, so everything's all right I suppose.

[Inigo Montoya]

As well that ends well...

[FireFox]

Yeah. So what have you been up to lately?

[Inigo Montoya]

Not much...

[FireFox]

Matt sighs. And that is exactly why my father quit this place.

[Inigo Montoya]

Oh.

Inigo sighs.

Why are you still here?

[Volug]

Meh, semi-undeadtime...

Though, I'll just be checking in every couple minutes. Unless, someone wants to RP with Masato, who is in his demi-plane, and much more crazy >.>

[FireFox]

Well, Ari is still here... and I believe that I can still do good while being here... My father's just too busy now... Matt shrugs and walks away.

((Deadtime))

[Quinsar]

Sifer flies at Inigo.

[Inigo Montoya]

Inigo shrugs, and starts to walk the base, while his player shouts at the baseball game that's on.

[Quinsar]

Sifer trails him.

[Inigo Montoya]

He turns around and smiles at the hawk.

Hey there. How are you?

[Quinsar]

She caws happily.

[Lex-Kat]

The Little Girl continues to watch a blank teevee. She is unworried, because everyone is ignoring her now.

[Inigo Montoya]

That's good.

He offers his arm so she can perch.

[Quinsar]

She perches and caws questioningly.

[Inigo Montoya]

Don't know who that is. I thought everyone deadtimed...

he walks over.

Excuse me, miss?

[Forum Explorer]

Quart undeadtimes and begins to wander.

[Quinsar]

The hawk caws at the her...

[Lex-Kat]

The Little Girl looks about. Hmmm. You talking to me?

[Inigo Montoya]

Yes. Are you okay? Where's your mom and dad?

[Lex-Kat]

Yay!! The Little girls bounces up and down on the couch excitedly. Inigo is talking to me. Can you believe it birdie.

She stops bouncing. My parents? Hmm. I don't know. I think they might be in Caramella village right about now. But I'm fine. How are you? Is Izzy okay?

Inigo might notice that the Little Girl is slightly transparent.

[Quinsar]

Sifer tries to hop onto the little girl's shoulder...

[Inigo Montoya]

Wait...How do you know Izzy?

Inigo is starting to get a little freaked out...

[Lex-Kat]

The Little Girl solidifies just enough to allow Sifer to safely perch on her shoulder. So what's your name? I haven't heard it.

She looks at Inigo. I've been here a while now. I've been listening in on your conversations. Deciding if I should trust you or not. I've decided to.

So how's Izzy?

[Quinsar]

She caws. She said Sifer in hawk.

[Lex-Kat]

Unfortunately, the Little Girl doesn't understand hawk. Wow. Did she just try telling me her name?

[Inigo Montoya]

Yes. Her name is Siefer. Well...I don't know where Izzy is right now.

He sits down, a little confused still.

[Lex-Kat]

Awww. That's too bad. She was kinda cute. Crazy mean, but I think she could get over that. The Little Girl looks at the teevee. How does the box work? I can't seem to make pictures on it.

[Inigo Montoya]

Inigo flips on the television.

With this remote.

He smiles at the girl.

How...how old are you?

[Lex-Kat]

Ooooo. Neat. Which button makes the picture change really fast? She looks at the teevee intently. I'm... hmmm. I've forgotten that too.

She lifts her hand to Sifer, inviting him to rest on it.

[Quinsar]

She rests on it.

[Lex-Kat]

The Little Girl brings Sifer down and pets her with the other hand. And I don't remember my name either. It was so long ago that I died. It's hard to remember.

[Inigo Montoya]

Like this...

Inigo starts to flip the channels.

[Quinsar]

Sifer caws something happily...

[Lex-Kat]

Yeah. She claps her hands. She looks over to see which button he's pushing. I love it when you guys do that.

She's nearly opaque now. She continues to pet Sifer.

[Inigo Montoya]

Do you know what race you are.

[Lex-Kat]

The Little Girl looks at him, confused. I'm human, I believe. Why? Don't I look human to you? She looks down at herself.

((Yes. Yes she does. She looks to be about 10 years old. Caucasion, White, Raven Black hair. And you can't tell the color of her eyes. They are greyish if anything.))

What does she eat? Indicating Sifer.

[Inigo Montoya]

Rats mainly. I'm not sure waht else. Sorry for asking.

He smies at her.

[Quinsar]

Sifer caws, and tries to fly away...

[Lex-Kat]

The Little Girl doesn't stop Sifur. Rats? Eeeewwww! she crinkles her nose.

So, do you have a new girl-friend? She begins to turn transparent again.

[Quinsar]

Sifer flies back in, mouse in her mouth. She tries to land on the little girl. If not on, near her. Then she eats the mouse, caws, and points at her self, as if answering the girl's previous question.

[Inigo Montoya]

Err, yes I do, but I miss Hitomi.

[Lex-Kat]

She quickly solidifies so Sifer can land on her again. Awww. Poor mousie. But I guess you gots ta eat something. Sifer begins to feel warm.

[Quinsar]

Sifer seems to like being warm...

[Inigo Montoya]

Inigo keeps flipping channels.

[Lex-Kat]

Hitomi was mean to you wasn't she? Oh, I just remembered something I have to check on. I'll see you later, Inigo. Bye, Sifer.

The Little Girl slowly sinks into the couch. She won't turn totally incorporeal until Sifer gets off, or until she needs to, to completely disappear.

((Deadtime))

[Quinsar]

Sifer looks at Inigo.

[Inigo Montoya]

Inigo shrughs at the hawk.

That was...different.

[Quinsar]

She caws, spitting out the mouse...

[Inigo Montoya]

Inigo smiles.

You'd better eat that...

[Quinsar]

She caws, shakes her head, and shoos the mouse.

[Inigo Montoya]

Not hungry? Ah well.

[Quinsar]

She caws and tries to curl up in his lap...

[Inigo Montoya]

Inigo lets her, and strokes the hawk.

[Quinsar]

This makes he happy. She's eating... Something.

[Inigo Montoya]

What do you have there?

He looks at the hawk.

[Quinsar]

She tries to hide it.
Easy to see it's corn...

[Inigo Montoya]

Inigo smiles slightly.

I don't care what you eat as long as it's good for you.

[Quinsar]

She shows him the corn. Well, more precisely, maize.

[Inigo Montoya]

I see.

Inigo smiles.

[Quinsar]

She does the hawk equivalent of smling and eats more.

[Inigo Montoya]

What's it like being a hawk?

[Quinsar]

She shrugs and caws.

[Inigo Montoya]

I understand. It's a life...

[Quinsar]

She nods, then tries to fly away quickly... Motioning that she'll be back soon.

[Inigo Montoya]

He lets her go, and watches her fly off.

[Quinsar]

She returns in a few minutes, carrying a book.

[Inigo Montoya]

What's this?

Inigo stares at it, trying to read the cover or the spine whichever is closer.

[Quinsar]

It's a leather bound tome. In French.

[Inigo Montoya]

Knew I should have studied french a bit more...What is this Sifer?

[Quinsar]

She caws. She's trying to learn to read in more languages...

[Inigo Montoya]

Oh. Do you know what this book is about?

[Quinsar]

She nods, and caws... Actually, it's a French translation of Princess Bride... And yes, they have those.

[Inigo Montoya]

((I don't doubt it...))

He smiles as he looks at the book, and sees a very familer name.

The Princess Bride?

[Quinsar]

She nods.:smallbiggrin:

[Inigo Montoya]

Well, I'm flattered.

He is blushing a little bit.

[Quinsar]

She stares up at him happily.

[Inigo Montoya]

He looks at her.

Say, I have a question. Do you ever want chicks?

[Quinsar]

She stares at him for a good bit. Then nods...

[Inigo Montoya]

Alright. Do you know any male hawks that you like?

[Quinsar]

She shakes her head. She didn't know any other hawks.

[Inigo Montoya]

Do you want me to introduce you to some?

[Quinsar]

She nods.

I deadtime. I don't know when I'll be back. Soon, hopefully. Seeya.

[Inigo Montoya]

((Bye! If no one else comes on, I'll deadtime soon.))

[Tempest Fennac]

Tempest is in the kitchen. He is still wearing his protective suit and gas mask.

[Emperor Ing]

Rand/Sythis appears there from an arc of purple lightning.
Aww damn, did the base's temperature increase, or atmosphere change when I wasnt looking?

[Tempest Fennac]

Hi, Rand. I don't think it changed. What made you think it did?

[Emperor Ing]

The suit. Points at Tempest.

[Tempest Fennac]

I've been wearing this for a few days. Do you remember me mentioning that assassin trying to blow me up?

[Emperor Ing]

Gassing, yes. Burning, not really, blowing up, negative. You never said that.

[Tempest Fennac]

I could have sworn I mentioned the explosives.

[Emperor Ing]

Well, Ya didnt.

[Tempest Fennac]

Okay.......How are you? I take it the sword hasn't said anything yet, right? (I thought Tempest mentioned the explosions to Rand before they got talking about Amelia?)

[Emperor Ing]

((Gassing, yes. Blowing up? No))
I'm fine. And the damn sword, i'm starting to think it's giving me the silent treatment. :smallannoyed:

[Tempest Fennac]

Drat. Could you try smashing it?

[Emperor Ing]

It seems pretty indestructible. And whenever I try hitting it on a hard surface, the surface either breaks, or the sword cuts right through it.

[Tempest Fennac]

I can see why Nomlas didn't want to give it up. Did you say who it's creator was at all? I was wondering if they could wake it up.

[Emperor Ing]

I remember the sword bragging about its master returning. And judging by it's description, I think the master returning is not in our best interest.

[Tempest Fennac]

I take it that it didn't give any clues regarding who they are?

[Emperor Ing]

It's Draken. :smallsigh:

[Tempest Fennac]

What???? That is really bad, especially when you consider what happened last time. Do you have any ideas for combatting him? Tempest sounds really worried.

[Emperor Ing]

I beat him once before, barely. However, this time I may have a slight advantage.

[Tempest Fennac]

What happened when you fought before? Also how may you have an advantage now?

[Emperor Ing]

We fought, and I was nearly destroyed by his *%&#ing antimagic. My advantage, is that i'm far less vulnerable to antimagic while in Sythis's body.

[Tempest Fennac]

That's good. GLOG have access to Anti-Anti Magic Fields if you wanted to borrow the spell from them (I know they used it at Fanboy and Happy Turtle's wedding).

[Emperor Ing]

Oh hell yes! :smallbiggrin:

[Tempest Fennac]

I knew you'd like the sound of that. Did you want me to get a scroll or 2 for you, or did you want to go?

[Emperor Ing]

I can rip spells from scrolls. So please, by all means, get one.

[Tempest Fennac]

Sure. I'll get some later on. I doubt the assassin will follow me to GLOG, so it will at least be an excuse to get out of this suit for a while.

[Emperor Ing]

You do that, i'll see if I can continue goading the sword into activity.
Sythis/Rand walks away.
Deadtime

[Tempest Fennac]

Good luck. Tempest takes off his flame-proof suit and gas mask before going through the GLOG portal.

(Deadtime here.)

[Kaelaroth]

((BOOM! Undeadtimes))

Rufus is curled up, wolf form, in a basket by the couches in the living room.

Amelia's making stir fry in the kitchen, dressed in a purple minidress, her make-up smudged.

[Almighty Salmon]

Nomlas wanders into the kitchen and notices Amelia cooking there. Afternoon. He steps closer and peers over he shoulder. Whatcha doin'?

[Tempest Fennac]

Tempest enters the living room wearing his protective outfit. Him Rufus. How are you, and have you heard anything from Cressida at all?? (Shall we assume that Tempest won't notice Nomlas at the minute?)

[Kaelaroth]

What does it look like I'm doing? Amelia asks, her expression unreadable, as she gently stirs the vegetables. Get me some soy sauce out that cupboard?

I'm OK. Rufus says. He doesn't bother mentioning Cressida, his sorrowful little expression answering that question.

[Tempest Fennac]

Tempest tries using Greater Scrying to find Cressida.

[Kaelaroth]

Cressida is dead.

[Almighty Salmon]

Well, someone's sassy today. Nomlas 'hmphs' and crouches down as he collects the soy sauce. Here. He places the sauce down on the counter, next to Amelia.

[Kaelaroth]

Yeah, well, my head's been killing me. The campus doctor just gave me a knowing look, and handed me a pamphlet about how the body naturally purges itself off pschomanipulative drugs. But I hadn't even taken anything! :smallsigh: Amelia says, oblivious, it seems, to recent events.

[Tempest Fennac]

Due to being shocked by this, Tempest tries to look for the cause of death.

[Almighty Salmon]

Nomlas confusedly looks at Amelia and then shakes his head. Yeah, right, of course. He brushes his hair back with his hand and sits at the table. So, what's your family like?

[Kaelaroth]

Well, pretty standard, for my dimension. Ish. Parents came over from Poland as kids, settled down in Britain. My dad superheroed for a bit, my mum's never really held down any jobs. My brother Alek vanished when he was fourteen. I miss him. Cressie got kidnapped, and r- But you know all that. Cousins, and aunts, and stuff in England, and Poland. We're nearly all magically powered in some way. What about your lot? She pours the sauce in.

At this point, the scrying fails.

[Tempest Fennac]

I can't seem to find her, Rufus. To self. I'll need to ask Rand to bring her back when I next see him.

[Kaelaroth]

Oh... OK... Little Rufus says.

[Tempest Fennac]

Don't worry. We'll get her back here soon.

[Almighty Salmon]

Just your average family, really. A lie, but Nomlas wasn't gonna say anything. You're brother just vanished, eh? Strange.

[Kaelaroth]

((For the purposes of rezzing, I'm cool with Rand taking part))

Rufus shrugs, and lays down again.

Amelia nods.

[Tempest Fennac]

Did you want to do anything else at all?

(Thanks. I'll have Tempest ask him to do that when I next see him.)

[Almighty Salmon]

Oh well. He sounds like a jerk anyway.. I mean, his name sounds like a jerk's name. Yeah.

[Kaelaroth]

No, he was lovely. I mean, he liked boys, and dad occasionally whipped him for it till Alek panicked, grabbed all his stuff, and tried to finish off himself and his mate Angie. Now she was cool, she could control heat, y'know? Amelia puts some stir fry in a bowl. Want some?

Rufus shakes his head.

[Tempest Fennac]

Okay. Tempest notices Nomlas. I need to have a talk with you about a certain associate of yours.....

[Almighty Salmon]

Oh, she could control heat? That's awesome. Nomlas taps his foot upon the floor a few times as the information comes flooding in from Amelia. No, thanks. I'm okay. He turns his head to face Tempest. Huh, what're you talkin' about?

[Tempest Fennac]

I was talking to Happy Turtle from GLOG earlier, and she mentioned that you were working with LaRoth. What exactly are you planning on doing? Tempest sounds angry about Nomlas working with her.

[Kaelaroth]

In which case... Amelia sits down to eat her meal. All the more for me.

[Almighty Salmon]

Nomlas rolls his eyes and sighs before looking back at Tempest. Don't meddle in things that are too big for you to handle, Fox. He pauses for a few seconds as he glares down at the Fennec. Or you could get hurt.

[Tempest Fennac]

I see........ To self. Great, he's probably got other evil friends as well......

[Almighty Salmon]

Good. Now, is that all you wanted, Tempest? Nomlas looks back from Tempest to Amelia again. You know, you've actually been quite sane lately. But, uh.. He points to her smudged make-up. What happened there?

[Kaelaroth]

What? She pulls out a compact, and shudders. I'll go wash up. Pop, and the Amelia's gone.

((deadtime))

[Tempest Fennac]

I think that's everything......

[Almighty Salmon]

Great. Nomlas stands from his chair and pushes roughly past Tempest. And I meant what I said. Kapeesh? With that, he heads off towards his room.

[Tempest Fennac]

(I may as well deadtime as well. How can Nomlas push past someone who's only a few inches tall, though?:smalltongue:)

[Kaelaroth]

Amelia reappears in the kitchen, to eat some more stir-fry.

[Draken]

I think this stupid simulacrum is melting...

Wait. No, hmm... Yes. Got it working.

Hmm... Draconic soul, how unexpected. The master will be pleased.

The simulacrum of Sythis, who is th eone actually holding the hilt, gets up (the simulacrum is a copy, not the original body), sword on hand, while it reshapes a battleaxe.

Hmm... I should make space for another soul. Betcha I will need it.

A small chunk of sapphire shaped like a prism falls off the hilt of the axe and into the simulacrum's hand, which proceeds to pocket the little soul gem.

Now. Chop some heads. Get those GloGers. Torture Darkcomet. Decisions. Decisions...

Italics are thoughts.

Non-italics is the sword axe speaking out loud.

[Tempest Fennac]

Hello. How are you feeling? Tempest sounds icy due to what happened the last time they had a "discussion".

[Kaelaroth]

Fine, and schyou? Amelia replies, her mouth full.

[Tempest Fennac]

I'm fine thanks. Have you been to see your "therapist" again? He still sounds cold.

[Kaelaroth]

No, I've never seen a therapist in my life - What's up with you? :smallconfused:

[Tempest Fennac]

Did anything strange happen since that time you insulted me the other week?

[Kaelaroth]

Amelia gives him an odd look. When did I insult you last week?

[Tempest Fennac]

Tempest explains what happened. Nomlas was there at the time as well.

[Kaelaroth]

That's a nice story there, little guy. Amelia say, in a baby voice, and finishes her food. Now why don't you go play with your... chew-toys, while I clear up this mess.

[Tempest Fennac]

It did really happen, you know. I can probably find some footage of it. There's no guarentee that it will have sound, though.

[Kaelaroth]

Riiight. Amelia pets him, as she puts her stuff in the sink, and teleports away.

((deadtime))

[Tempest Fennac]

(I'll deadtime (again) now; I'll only be online for a few more minutes.)

[happyturtle]

The portal from GLoG activates, and George steps through, carrying a small case about the size of a backgammon set.

The alignment screen over the top of the portal flashes:
Chaotic [Error]

George wanders the base, trying to avoid anyone, while looking for the power supply or the life support system.

[Tempest Fennac]

Tempest finds George. Who are you?

[Kaelaroth]

Meanwhile, Amelia's now in the living room, doing some work on a pad of paper, pens scattered everywhere, as this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AXAErjvQwlQ) plays in the background. She hums along as she works, making the occasional doodle.

[Almighty Salmon]

Nomlas peers into the living room and see's Amelia working. ... Having fun?

[Kaelaroth]

Not really. Actually, you can help me, if you want. She turns on her dazzling smile.

[Inigo Montoya]

Inigo undeadtimes, reading a very thick book.

[Almighty Salmon]

Ugh.. Nomlas steps into the room, looking down at what Amelia's work. I dunno, what is it?

[Kaelaroth]

Women's Studies. Currently doing how men view women. So... What do you think of women? :smallsmile: She waves at Inigo, if he's nearby, and turns down the music.

[Almighty Salmon]

Uh.. Nomlas thinks for a few moments, trying to think of suitable answer. I think.. they should stick to the cooking and having babies. Prefferably not at the same time.

[happyturtle]

Tempest finds George. Who are you?

George smiles. "Hi Tempest. George Shackleton. We met the other day when my boyfriend Czernov tried to blow up your kitchen."

[Inigo Montoya]

Inigo waves back, and covers his head waiting for the fireworks to end.

[Tempest Fennac]

Sorry about not recognising you. Did you need help with anything?

[Kaelaroth]

Seriously? Amelia says, noting that down, and ticking a few boxes on another sheet. And what's your opinion of feminism?

[Almighty Salmon]

Oh, hell. Don't even get me started on that. Nomlas sits on the edge of the couch, looking over at Amelia. All feminists should be gagged, dragged out behind a wood shed and shot. In the face.

[happyturtle]

"I was looking for you, actually. I told you I'd come back and explain what was going on at GLoG, but this is the first chance I've had."

lie lie lie lie lie lie lie : }

[Tempest Fennac]

(It's probably a good job for Nomlas' sake that Nicholas isn;t here at the minute. :smalltongue:)

Thanks. What has been happening? (Tempest isn't likely to pick up a lie unles it's ridiculous.)

[Lex-Kat]

The Little Girl appears to Nomlas and Amelia. Really? You're really that disgusting of a man? I thought that attitude died out when I was alive.

[Inigo Montoya]

This explains so much...

[Kaelaroth]

Amelia takes more notes, and ticks yet more boxes. And what do you think of lesbians? And women you aren't interested in you sexually?

She looks a little alarmed at the little girl, and backs away a little.

[happyturtle]

"Alek got into Czernov's head and gave him a false set of memories. So he thought I was something called a 'commie', which apparently is a monster of some sort. That's why he was running away," George says. "Er, why are you in that getup?"

((I know why, but George doesn't))

[Almighty Salmon]

Nomlas looks over at the girl and rolls his eyes slowly. Sure, you would say that, being a female 'n' all. He looks back at Amelia and yawns, apparently he's finding this work easy. Idiots. All women who aren't interested in me are idiots who are lying to themselves. He pauses for a second and smirks. Although, that's only, what, 2% of the world?

[Tempest Fennac]

It's to protect me from an assassin. Is Czernov okay now?

[Kaelaroth]

OK. Right. She ticks some more boxes. And what's your relationship with your mother like? And when did you have your first sexual intercourse experience?

[Inigo Montoya]

Inigo laughs, and flips a page.

Nomlas, you poor sap.

[happyturtle]

"He seems okay. Rather traumatized by the whole event, of course." George says.

[Almighty Salmon]

.. Yeeeah. I might be skippin' those questions.

[Tempest Fennac]

That's understandable. Does he need healing?

[Kaelaroth]

Hm. Okay. In which case... Have you ever had a homosexual experience? And how many girlfriends, that is, women who would refer to you as their boyfriend, have you had?

[happyturtle]

"Nah, he'll be okay," George says cheerfully. "Mind if I look around? I haven't really seen the place when there wasn't a crisis going on."

[Tempest Fennac]

Okay. I'll show you around if you want me to.

[Almighty Salmon]

Nomlas looks a little shocked as the first question is fired. What? None! He thinks deeply about the second question, counting in his mind. Uhm.. I dunno. Just write down 100+.

[Lex-Kat]

The Little Girl watches with keen interest. She floats down and sits next to Amelia. Don't be scared. I don't bite, usually. She giggles at her own joke.

I'm just glad to be a part of the 2% in Nomlas' mind. Giggles some more.

When the two of them are done discussing Women's Studies, the Little Girl will fade away.

((DEADTIME))

[happyturtle]

"Thanks, Tempest. That would be great," George says, beaming. During the tour, he pays close attention, trying to find the most vulnerable spot to plant his bomb.

[Tempest Fennac]

Tempest leads George around while avoiding obviously sensitive areas. Once the tour is over: Do you have any questions at all?

[Kaelaroth]

100+? Amelia indulges, writing down something. OK. Thanks. Inigo? Wanna shed some light on your answers to those questions?

[Almighty Salmon]

Well then, if i'm no longer needed. Nomlas turns up his nose and leaves the room, heading towards the GloG portal.

[Inigo Montoya]

Sure. Let's see...I've never had a homosexual relationship, my mother died when I was born, I've had...at least four girlfriends, and I don't really have an opinion on women. is that all?

[Kaelaroth]

You don't have an opinion on women? Can you elaborate? D'you mean, like, you just don't think about women? Or, you don't think they're any different from me? You've never given it any thought? Or, you're just apathetic to femininity?

[Inigo Montoya]

I've just never given it much thought. Is there anything else I can help you with?

[Kaelaroth]

Well, you could think about it further. You're the only guy on my list who hasn't given me a conclusive answer. She smiles. Anyways. What's up?

[happyturtle]

"No, that'll be all. I should be headed home. Czernov is probably waiting," George says. He heads towards the portal.

[Tempest Fennac]

Okay. See you another time. Tempest finds Amelia and Inigo. Hi. How are you both?

[Kaelaroth]

I'm fine, little guy! Amelia coos, as if talking to a baby.

[Tempest Fennac]

That's good....... Tempest sounds worried due to Amelia's memory loss and attitude change.What are you doing?

[happyturtle]

George waits until Tempest is gone, then returns through the portal.

[Kaelaroth]

Homework. But, that's OK, you don't have to help, sweetums!

[Tempest Fennac]

I understand. (Shall I make the next thread?)

[Kaelaroth]

((If you want. But can we vote on a title?))

She scratches behind his ears.

[Tempest Fennac]

Tempest likes this. (What did you want to use? I'm still trying to think of an opening line from a song which would fit.)

[happyturtle]

George finds somewhere to plant his bomb, and then returns to GLoG.

[Kaelaroth]

((What about...

HALO LXXIV: The Opiate of Some People, True
HALO LXXIV: Where Holy Meets Poptarts
HALO LXXIV: Faster Posts Than Speeding Bullets
HALO LXXIV: Not A Timey-Wimey Ball In Sight))

[Tempest Fennac]

(I don't like any of those. I was going to go with "Strange Infatuation Seems to Grace the Evening Tide" as a reference to what happened with Amelia and Nomlas. To be honest, I prefer just letting whoever makes the thread decide on a title due to it being quicker and easier.)

[Kaelaroth]

((Yeah, but I don't like that either. :smalltongue: Hm. Inigo, any thoughts?))

...

((deadtime :smallsigh:))

[Volug]

I'm here, and if there is a new thread, I'll post on that.

[Tempest Fennac]

( http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=5159820#post5159820 .)