This is a third-person sample from Self-Insert-Authoress-Tripe. Basically the Legacy of Kain cast know that they are in a bad copy of their world and that it's run by the Author avatar.

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The Chess Museum was a humble building that felt more like a public library than a gallery. Rows of shelves held glass display boxes of chesspieces and boards instead of books, though there also was a small collection of books about chess near the entrance.

Some chess sets were normal except for the artistic quality of their pieces. Others had oddly­ shaped boards or were designed for more than two players. There were even chesslike game sets like Shogi and Chaturanga in the rear shelves.

Multiple tables were scattered in the main area. Kain and Vorador often met at this place. It was completely neutral and open to all, but quiet because few knew that it existed.

Kain and Vorador had chosen the most generic example of a normal chess set to play with, and were playing with the standard rules.

“What possessed you to raise my sire's murderer as your child?” Vorador asked.

“That detail had been lost to legend,” Kain admitted. “I had merely found the tomb of their most revered warriors and defiled them.”

“I hope you are satisfied,” Vorador grumbled.

“It was magnificent,” Kain grinned. Then he sobered. “I shall miss them.”

Vorador frowned, but did not press for details. For most, it was impolite to inquire about dead fledglings. In Kain's case, Vorador was afraid of the answers. He hadn't minded when he learned the fates of the traitors he had mistakenly sired, but was still sore that Umah had been lumped in with them.

“And now we have to suffer Malek's presence,” Vorador scowled, changing the subject.

“I never understood the value of simply humiliating an enemy,” Kain admitted.

Vorador was about to make his move, but he let his talon fall to the arm of his chair instead. “I wish that he had found me sooner so that I could have killed him outright. Rage had blinded me, and I was afraid of the damage I had already done.”

“Why did you help me, then?” Kain asked.

“I had a small shred of hope that you were our savior, but for the most part, I no longer cared.” Vorador finally reached across the board and placed his knight with a firm tap.

Kain stood. “How dare you keep me ignorant of my role?”

“Those prophesies destroyed far greater vampires than you, Kain,” Vorador answered, also standing. “Either you would save us or you wouldn't, and I was not going to burden you with incomplete scraps that could be misinterpreted so easily.”

Both froze in dread at the palpable sensation of being watched. Every shadow seemed to stare accusingly for the simple crime of speaking too loudly. Vorador and Kain both took their seats again and tried to concentrate on the game until those inscrutable presences once again gave them the barest of notice.

“The only thing that is protecting Malek now is that we have been told not to kill him,” Kain said, pointedly ignoring their argument and the forces that had stopped them.

“As if you have ever paid attention when told not to do something,” Vorador complained. “Though I do believe that she phrased it as a request.”

Kain frowned. He had faced impossible odds, a mad god, and defied fate itself. It wasn't that he was afraid of a capricious girl who could control all of existence and bend his very thoughts to her whim. Kain was simply aware that some scenarios were preferable to others.

“Tread carefully, Vorador. She has given you very little attention, but that may change,” Kain warned. “Ignoring Malek is a small indignity, one that he may suffer for without our interference.”

“Malek did say that he suffered a fate worse than death after I had left him defeated,” Vorador conceded. “I can only hope that allowing him to live now will bring him nothing but misery.”

When their game was finished, Kain and Vorador simply left the set sitting on the table, knowing that the mysterious caretakers would return it to its place.

I already want to bring Elizabeth from Selfishness in. Her story is pretty close to being a Pepe Le-pew.

Would it be wrong to blame her crazy on brain-effecting food sensitivity? Unlike the correlation between autism and gluten, Elizabeth has something else. It was discovered when she had to go on a severe diet during training, and suddenly she stopped wanting to be in an action department. I'm thinking janitorial or paperwork-related.

Basically I want her to be just about unshockable because everything is either new-weird, completely normal, or she's seen it before while she was in cukooland.

I have one or two fics in mind for this team, and then I'd be turning them over to free-for-use.

One is a bit-character librarian that was recruited from a Ghostbusters fic. I'll think about a name for her later. She's pretty jaded about weird things and a snarker.

The other is a sprite from the Rainbow Brite universe. He was the servant of a Mary-Sue that wanted "to make Dagobah as colorful and beautiful as Earth." His name is Chroma and his fur "is a completely new color that no one has ever seen before," so he's required to keep it dyed black. He sounds like a squeak toy.

Rather, you're asking for concrit and comments on your agent idea? Obviously that's also fine, I'm just getting a nice obvious subject line into the thread clarifying that. ;)

hS

Is this the main character from that fic you put up to be sporked a while back? (I actually don't know anything about either of the continua crossed over, unfortunately.) The part about Samantha being sucked into Nosgoth reminded me of that.

What kind of powers does she have besides the standard vampire immortality? You didn't specify in her bio, which is why I'm asking. Also, if she hasn't been a vampire for a full day, which is the impression I got, then how the heck is she over 500 years old?