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"If it means I get to knock this time, sure." He walked over to the door to knock. "Any objections?"

I may have said this already, but I love this.

I mean, creating an ENTIRE NEW CANON probably qualifies as its own level of deliciously wacky. I feel sorry for the Agents...

Okay, more sincerely sorry since they actualy died during it (and resurrected), but still.

I look forward to future missions!

He stares at it for a moment. He turns to look at the rest of the group. He looks back at the door.

He sighs.

"Well, submitted for your consideration, it's another freaking door, you guys. Do we dare mess with it?"

He didn't like the thought of seeing a magic code inside his eyelids. He kept watch around the group while the Ghast and Wolf had their eyes closed.

...some of the more aware members may notice a door on the back wall. The door is green, but that's all you can make out at this distance.

She made a low growling noise as she stared at her Board. Where was her helper? Granted, he would be an awfully powerful variable, but at least that would be something!

Realizing her shoulderblades had gotten pushed out, the Hostess straightened and tried to calm down. She most certainly didn't need more Streets, thank you very much.

At the thought, she allowed herself to spend a few minutes arguing with herself about which Street she would even get. Anger? Impatience? Something from the L/O/L glitchpile? Restlessness?

...probably that last one.

Agh! She was getting distracted again! Stupid dead apathy, making her not care about staying focused... how long was resurrection going to take, anyways?!

Ix and Charlotte go to the courtyard in the aftermath of their last mission.

Apparently it won't work on my tablet, which is why my previous post has a broken image.

Anyways, here is the imgur version for those of you who don't like google drive.

So that means the next one can be expected in... oh, five years or so? Plenty of time for you to hang out on the Board!

I'll try not to get too excited about future writings, but I do think it's already too late.

'Looks like you've become a bit of a Mountain-rear!' exclaimed Doctor Encaso, roaring with laughter and slapping his knee with one hand and wiping tears from his cheek with the other and murmuring to himself about how much of a good one that one was. His minions, as they always did whenever he had one of these little moments, shuffled awkwardly.

'How can you possibly oppose my invincible, my unstoppable plan?!' Doctor Encaso collapsed once more into tearful, back-bending laughter, and his minions all tried to look as unaffiliated with him as they possibly could while wearing big conspicuous uniforms with loud 'E's on their fronts.

'How, possibly, physically possibly, could you ever find a way to use your remarkable matter-phasing powers and ability to travel through any wall or material against me-' he sputtered and chuckled. 'If you're trapped inside of this globule of amber?!'

'How can your unique ability to escape any physical boundary possibly be used to oppose me, now that you are trapped there, behind that amber?!'

'How can my crimes ever go challenged, if your astounding wall-phasing talents are held, here, behind this all-encasing wall of amber all around you, oppressing you from all sides?!'

Doctor Encaso did not laugh after that one, because Mountaineer's fist promptly drove its way through his face with a horrendous thud, throwing his front teeth gorily to the sides and smacking him into the cracked pavement that he would groan and twitch on until he was eventually dragged off it to prison. His minions continued trying to look unaffiliated, even as they, too, were dragged off.

But this was not over, for Doctor Encaso. For even as his fellow prisoners glared over at him and readied their fists into balls, he had a greater, even more flawless plan for defeating Mountaineer:
Trapping him inside of a very large steel cage. And hiding the key.

"Now that I think about it, that'd probably be really disrespectful," she muttered. After one last, longing look, she shut her pointer and slipped it back into her glove. "Okay, so... What now?" She stared at Cal's body for several seconds. "Should have been a mystery writer," she sighed. "Any ideas, O Master Turkey?"

Oh, I think so! This was the freakin' albatross around my neck, because this mission was quite a turning point for both Kitty and Alec - and just how will slowly come out in subsequent missions. (I mean, this took me ten years to finally cowboy up and do, and it took quite a long time to pull everything together when I started writing. Years worth of threads to comb through and all. There's even stuff I left out because Alec wouldn't have known since he was dead. We had a Super Saiyan Vampire. I can't make this stuff up.)

And a few dangling threads or things Alec didn't go into will definitely be explored. That's the fun thing about the epistolary format - even with a character who doesn't strictly lie, you can in many ways have an unreliable narrator.

Bear with me if this fails spectacularly.

there was an attempt.

It seems like you are the only one willing to take the time to read my fic, so I must apologise for imposing myself unto you again. If you are still willing, I thank you.

I have only rewritten until chapter 2, and are now working on chapter 3.

I cannot art.

Anyway, have Immaculate and Packrat in what I think might be their respective costumes:



Alas, "long rat tail" was not an available option in the site I used, so you'll just have to imagine PR's. Also, you might be wondering why her costume looks the way it does; the key theme I took from Mir's description of her was "tacky", so, y'know, tacky is whatcha got. =]

Words wrote themselves across their eyelids, blue fire forming in an elegant cursive script. "You're not the only one," they said, before pulling out the pen they had used earlier and a notepad from a pocket. They wrote down the words and bit their lip. "A code again. Let me just..." They pulled out their cell phone and entered the first code, which didn't take that long to translate. "Madame Who? Oh, no, wait... Could it be?" they murmured to themself. They did a little more, then nodded. "Right, that makes sense." They pulled up something else, typed again. "What? What did- Wait, did she...?" They opened a menu, scrolled down, selected something. "Right, okay- Crumb. This is not good." They looked up at everyone else and sighed. "Well, I may or may not have accidentally killed us all. I am so, so, so sorry."

"My knocking is better than dealing with what happened last time again." He blinked. "Wait. Wait. Wait." He closed his eyes. "Am I the only one seeing words of blue fire when my eyes are closed?"

They paused. "Okay, so, maybe not a good idea, but the best idea we have, is what I mean."

He shrugged and tossed the card into his hammerspace. "So, Should we try another door? I'll knock this time."

They started walking towards the other balcony. "If necessary, we can see what we can do with them, but I'd rather keep them in reserve so that we don't start cursing having a Witch of Doom instead of a Rogue of Doom at some important moment."

He crossed his arms. "Rogue and Witch. Too many classes, not enough aspects. Oops."

Flipping it over, though, you see it has text spelling out Rogue.

He shrugged and walked over, scooping up the card.