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I've been fired from the Wal-Mart I worked at for nine months.

I'm just feeling lost, confused, and inadequate.

One of my friends tried to convince me that my bosses were just jerks itching for an excuse to fire SOMEone, but the people I worked with liked me, so I don't really buy that.

But the alternative... I just feel miserable, because... well... how incompetent and brain-dead do you have to be to get fired from WAL-MART?

And this is the second time my employment has ended. The first was a fast food place that I left because it wasn't a friendly place to work.

So I've failed at holding jobs as a dishwasher and as a retail associate, the most basic entry-level jobs in the universe.

I don't feel I have much hope of doing well anywhere if those are the results I get.

Tomorrow, I start looking for more jobs... time to repeat the arduous process of applying for every entry-level job within twenty miles, including ones I know I'll hate. Beggars can't be choosy.

Listen, wouldn't it make sense for Russ to choose him just to spite Magnus? Just because he can? I mean, I know absolutely nothing about any Primarch, but that seems like a good reason to do something.

They burn

This was so beautiful I might actually cry. And yes, Granz and I would so do that, probably just to mess with everyone else. We are the Magical Clones, after all. :P

I'm not adding the Gall and Derik one, because I already have a call that goes "Derik said no, but Gall stubbornly insisted on _" in my Archive deck, but I've used all the others in some form. I hope you approve.

I've also added Ix's and your white cards.

~Neshomeh

Right. Ideas, ideas, ideas...

-"The fortnightly prompt has resulted in the agents being forced to ____."

...wait, that might be Cards Against Boarders. I dunno.

The next few might be repeats. The deck's so big now I can't really check.

-"Nothing scares DoSAT more than an agent bringing in ____ for repairs."

-"______ will make any agent go Flamethrower-crazy."

-"Up next on Multiverse Monitor: ___!"

-"What are Gall and Derik arguing about now?"

-"___ and ______. The perfect match for an ABO fic."

...And now onto white cards. Or are they Black cards? Onto the ones I haven't been doing! No idea if these are good, so please use discretion in adding them. These are just ideas.

-"ABO"

-"Irresponsible use of a spork"

-"Fangirls with candy"

-"Smoking a gun"

-"BLAM!"

Finally, character descriptions. I swore I wasn't going to do one for my agents. Because I am not narcissistic enough to presume that I've reached the level of notoriety for that to make sense yet.

...However, unbidden, the humorous description "A giant asexual gay man" popped into my head, and I found it funny enough to share.

"Where're you heading?" Lorson asked, pausing his movie and looking around.

Dax froze, hand on the doorknob. "Oh, you know," he said airily, "just off to see somebody."

Lorson wrinkled his nose. "Don't tell me the details when you return," he said, turning back to his movie.

"Don't worry, I wasn't planning on it," Dax muttered, slinking out the door.

It was times like this he was glad he had a reputation to explain away his regular disappearances to the Nursery. Not that he necessarily minded other agents knowing he liked entertaining the children, but dammit, guys like him weren't supposed to be... softies. Or fond of kids.

Avandra knew he never wanted any of his own, but that certainly hadn't worked out, had it?

Once he reached the Nursery, he was promptly swarmed by children.

"Dax! Dax!" Fiona grabbed his tunic, holding up a crayon drawing. "Look! I drew you!"

Dax crouched down to get a better look at the drawing and he grinned, touching the pointy triangles emerging from the stick figure's head. "Are those my ears?"

Fiona shook her head. "It's your hair!" she said.

"Oooh, I see it now," Dax said, even though he really didn't. "You're really talented, Fifi, have I told you that?"

Fiona beamed.

"Are you gonna teach us how to sword fight some more?" Ryan asked eagerly.

Dax winced. "Probably not today," he said, then leaned in to whisper conspiratorially, "Miss MacKinnon is still upset about you and Michael hitting each other with sticks."

Ryan and Michael looked at each other and glowered.

Dax ruffled Ryan's hair and stood back up. "So who's got a request for me to turn into first?"

Several hands shot up in the air, and Dax grinned.

(Previously...)

Kaitlyn Silverdust Moonstone sat alone upon a crystalline boulder, weeping softly. Her ankle-length ebony hair flowed like silk around her delicately-pointed ears, over her smoothly-curved shoulders, and down to mingle with the glinting snow on the ground. With each tender sob, a single tear welled in the corners of her almond-shaped lavender/cobalt eyes, caught the light, and rippled down her pale olive cheeks.

Her sorrow was so heart-breakingly deep that it seemed the whole world was affected by it: the bare trees leant in as if to shield her, the babbling of the silver stream was the sound of mourning, and even the birds cried out, "Woe! Woe!" Such was the tragedy of Kaitlyn: forsaken by her husband, forsaken by her mother's spirit (her midnight-black cat Moonlight with its piercing green eyes had vanished into shadow some years before, saying her task was done), with only the silver filigree of her elven owl-shaped amulet to remember them by.

Something moved in the gloomy woods: a mysterious figure, lithe and fast, hooded in black. Kaitlyn gasped and sat up, clutching her hands to her voluptuous bosom. Could it be? Could it really be? She stood, her bare feet making no mark in the snow, and pushed her luscious ebon hair back to reveal her clinging, flowing silver gown, tantalisingly low cut yet modest. "Who is there?" she called, in a voice like a nightingale at play.

The figure stopped, graceful as a unicorn. For a long moment there was silence, the air between the shadowy cloak and the glowing dress filled with tension. Then a deep, masculine voice rang out:

Oh, Galwyn was a shield-maiden
A shield-maiden was she,
A Rider's girl with hair of gold,
And eyes as blue as sea,

Forth Eorlingas!
For maidens short and tall
And maidens dark and maidens fair
The riders love them all!

She said would you come a-riding
Come riding out with me?
She was looking for a stallion,
And a stallion I be!

Forth Eorlingas!
For maidens short and tall
And maidens dark and maidens fair
The riders love them all!

Kaitlyn gasped, shock running through her like silver lightning, one slender coppery hand flying to cover her rich ruby lips. "Can it be?" she breathed, her almond-shaped lavender/cobalt eyes widening. "Can it really be?"

The dark figure lowered its head as if in acknowledgement, and stepped forward into the luminous moonlight. It held out a hand towards her, its fingers seemingly carved from pale ivory, and sang on:

So I rode her in the stables,
And left her wanting more,
I rode her in her chambers,
And on her bedroom floor!

Forth Eorlingas!
For maidens short and tall
And maidens dark and maidens fair
The riders love them all!

I told her to choose someone else,
But Galwyn was persistant,
And I finally surrendered,
For Galwyn has a sister!

Forth Eorlingas!
For maidens short and tall
And maidens dark and maidens fair
The riders love them all!

"It must be!" Kaitlyn Silverdust Moonstone ran across the snow. Her ebony hair flowed behind her like a tide, and all the colours of the aurora seemed to chase each other across her sleek silver dress as it rippled over the pure white field. "My love!" she cried, tears of joy tumbling from her bright eyes. "You have returned!"

"I have." The figure reached up and pushed back his cowl, revealing a pale, slender face, set with eyes the colour of garnets and lips as red as wine. "After so many years, I have returned to you, fair Kaitlyn Silverdust Moonstone!"

Kaitlyn stumbled to a halt, her shapely arms still outstretched towards the handsome man standing before her. "But... who are you?" she asked in a voice like moonlight rainbows.

The man smiled, and reached up to touch his deep russett hair. "You probably don't recognise me, because of the red hair, but it is I - Leto Haven. I come back to you, my love - and here you are, waiting for me still."

"No..." Kaitlyn let her hands fall as she studied Leto, bewilderment written across her beautiful face. Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, and her perfect lips set into a line. "No," she said again, and behind her words Leto seemed to hear the rumble of distant thunder. "You are not my love, Leto Haven. I wait on another."

"But I can be." Leto stepped forward, reaching for her with his muscular arm. "My Lady, will you not give me a chance? There is none other here who loves you."

Kaitlyn Silverdust Moonstone's eyes flared, violet fire blossoming from their points. She drew her filigreed amulet from where it nestled in her bosom, and the same amethyst flames filled it with light. "You had your warning," she said, the chill of the far north seeping into her voice. "Now begone."

Leto started to say something, but the owl-amulet spread its wings, and a wave of purple light washed over him, and he was gone.

Kaitlyn let the amulet fall from her limp fingers, and fell to her knees in the snow. "My love," she whispered, crystalline tears falling silently down her flushed olive cheeks. Her hair fell in ebon curtains around her, her silky dress blending into the snow. "My love..."

The snow crunched in front of her, and Kaitlyn forced herself to look up. Her gleaming almond-shaped lavender/cobalt eyes widened once more as she saw the tight leather trousers; the huge muscles rippling on the bare torso; and finally the steel-grey eyes set in a beautiful yet masculine face.

"My love," said Huinesoron, holding out his manly hand to his wife. "I am here."

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With deepest apologies to Twiggy (author of the 2004 Shipfic to which this is a sequel and homage), and to Jen Littlebottom (author of Galwyn Was a Shieldmaiden).

... no, actually, you know what? For what they've done, neither deserve apologies. ^_^

(Fourteen years. Good grief.)

hS

https://youtu.be/XzLeQs6jZEM
(Warning, strong language)

Mission accomplished. ^_^

~Neshomeh

(Derik: Oh, fine, look all you want. But hurry up. It's cold.)

This is not canon.

But it is funny, so thanks.

~Neshomeh

Gall gave her partner an appraising look when he came out of the bathroom, dressed in shamrock thongs and... a shamrock thong. She whistled. "Damn, Derik."

"Not. One. Word," he growled, folding his arms as Gall's gaze traveled up and down his body.

Her eyes stopped at his feet and she paused. "Uh—?"

"I said not one word."

This is what happens when you do things in a hurry. >.< Maybe I can fix it in the Gimp... probably not, though. Argh! *headdesk*

~Neshomeh

...are his feet, uh, reversed?

Nesh, you just made my day. Thank you.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go find the Bleepka...

If it's funny, it's on the table.

Me: Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh...

Thoth: Apologies, brother. Although if you must suffer this indignity, feel no need to be ashamed. You are quite... appreciable. Aesthetically.

Talia: Oi! Aren't you sexless?

Thoth: Mostly.

Talia: Bloody great. We've got a space marine oggling—

Thoth: Inaccurate—

Talia: Close enough. And your partner is...

Tom: WHAT HAVE YOU WROUGHT, THOTH? TELL ME WHEN IT GOES AWAAAAY!

Talia: *Sighs*. I'll go whack him with something when I'm done appreciating the view. Stop wincing Derik, you're ruining it.

Oh jeez. I'm falling over laughing. And then I winced imagining myself in a Sororitas outfit. Which doesn't make this whole thing any less funny. Hats off!

Okay, anything that made me laugh out loud has got to be good. Despite the numerous flaws in the filk, but I have written filks that are actually unsingable, so it definitely could be worse.

... to Neshomeh, for helping me escape those ridiculous trousers. Despite reports to the contrary, that was all she was doing, and any rumours of inappropriate activity are scurrilous lies intended to... to... I don't know, LOOK A DISTRACTION! Now then, where were we?

hS, ^_^