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How does dogpiling and being told that I wrote badfic [i]when nobody even read the Glaurunging story[/i] equate with contstructive criticism?!

"I hope so as well, Captain," she said, shaking the hand. Great galloping \*moonrascals\*\*, she thought. She fished her card out of her pocket and began walking away, waving one final time at Steele. \*If my next partner is Paragor himself, I'll be glad, she thought.

((Oh dear. XD Something like that happened in the Rudi's RP once; everyone threw their red-eyed characters at Alleb. It was quite fun.

-Alleb))

She extended a hand with a large smile, which happened to fully expose her teeth for the first time. "Here's hoping we can see each other again sometime, Lady Alleb!"

(She just keeps getting the weird ones, doesn't she? Ahaha. Now I really want her to meet Lu - her only visible eye is red, so... I'm sure you can make the connection I'm thinking of. Considering what you've told me of Miss Nalleb's home.)

To him, "not very monster-ey" was an unprecedented compliment. "I'm not human," he admitted, trying to make his voice sound a little less... like his voice. "I'm a Myr--" no, what was he thinking? "Myrddraal" practically reeked of evil. "Um, a Fade." He thought he should probably try to move the topic on to something else, because if she started asking about what Fades were, he'd have to tell her he was an eyeless abomination spawned by mutated beasts for the express purpose of fighting all that was good and holy. And he had acid blood. "So, er, why can't I hear Duane?" Maybe the sentient rock only spoke very quietly, or he had some sort of mental link with Lou.

((Hehe, thanks!

Maybe Lou is the sane one, and the rest of us are just mad.

-Alleb))

Duane began releasing helpful strategies on escaping from a handshake while inflicting horrendous pain on the part of the opposing handshaker at the same time. Lou ignored him, and shook away. She, in fact, shook away just a tad longer than she would have, otherwise.

'Yeah, he's my partner. Sorry about him being rude,' she said, glancing at the rock. 'He's a butt who's scared of new people and is really loud with it.'

She dropped into the chair opposite to him, observing his hand. Naergondir had disappeared. The plan had disappeared. She would have been struck with a deep confusion, if you asked her about either of those things, at that particular moment. 'Hey, are you human? Your hand feels weird, and Duane keeps calling you things like "monstrosity" and "inhuman." But he's probably exaggerating.' She placed Duane on the table, by her side, with a thunk. 'At least, probably with the "monstrous" one, because you don't seem very monster-ey.'

((I like Jon, Alleb. He is bloody terrified and confused and he has no idea what to do, and it's adorable.

And, you know, you can't prove Duane's not sapient! Might be right.))

Thanks for the offer, I think I've added you, but first time doing it from my phone so may have got it wrong.
I'm working on a couple of longer ones as well, but to be honest I wanted to do a quick mission just to get back into the habit and the characters.

Also, I think you could use a beta-reader. There are multiple cases of Ing Disease and missing commas, plus it's hard to read without an extra blank line between paragraphs. I've made my username clickable; feel free to send it to me for a going-over if you'd like.

Yay, Ewok agent! Love those little guys. *offers Wallis a Jolly Rancher*

By no demand whatsoever, my returning mission takes Steven Fontwell and Wallis into the Thundercats continuum, to take out Lion-O's twin sister.

Mission can be found here:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/17G9UelESFSjaRHRYT0c6ZQTcVaXRs9hr7BG06cI-h-I/edit?usp=sharing

For some reason the wiki won't let me do any of the editing stuff. Personally I'm blaming my new computer.

Thank you for all your well-wishes; I'll reply individually later. I'm on a family trip right now and I'm staying in a hostel where the wifi is spotty at best (whinch is why you may have seen me briefly appear in Discord but not reply to any messages, why I've been neglecting the RP, etc). Lucky the Board is so simple; it's the only thing I've been able to get to load so far. I'm returning home today and should be able to reply properly to all the stuff I know I've been sent at some point in the next 12 hours.

--Key thanks you for your patience

Lirene Sedai had been his partner for a year, and was always kind to him, but she never touched him, not even when he was in disguise. He knew that was specific to him; she was the type to put a friendly hand on someone's shoulder or pat them on the back. Jon couldn't ever remember having someone hold out a hand for him to shake.

Slowly, so she could pull away if she had second thoughts, the Myrddraal took her hand and gave it a very gentle shake, grasping it delicately. He hoped his hand wouldn't frighten her; his skin felt normal to him, but to a human, it probably felt... wrong.

What Lou had been saying suddenly registered. "Duane?" he asked, tilting his head. He focused on the rock in her hand. "Is that... um, pardon, is he your partner?" Were there such things as sentient rocks? He supposed there might be. Lou didn't seem frightened of him at all, but Duane was, so he supposed the sentient rock was the sane partner. He wondered suddenly if he was taking advantage of Lou somehow, if she were insane. If she were sane, she never would have approached him. Was it wrong of him to try to talk to her more, if a saner her would have run away by now? Jon wasn't used to moral dilemmas like this. He wished Lirene were there to tell him what to do, but she had disappeared from her corner and was nowhere to be seen. He bit the inside of his cheek and hoped he wasn't doing something wrong.

((Most people's response to Lou: She's talking to a rock like it's a person. She's insane. Jon's response: She's talking to the rock, so it must be a person!

-Alleb))

"Conversely, staying here might make it happen again." She felt her card buzz in the pocket of her gown. "Oh, dear, it appears my time is up. Can you stand?"

((Alleb would be quite grateful for a normal-looking partner at this point. XD Watch, she'll get paired with an Orc or something next.

-Alleb))

"We both fell through a plothole about a year ago, and he was just a kitten then; the best FicPsych's been able to tell me is that the intersection of various realities muddled his brain somehow. He understands English and has a better memory than I do. He's a jerk, though. He likes to pretend to be a normal cat and knock everything off my dresser, and then I catch him reading Keats." Michael sighed. "Really, he's just a normal cat, but with heightened intelligence."

((-Alleb))

Not yet, I want to read some of the other stuff featuring Randolph before hand, and Nyarlathotep too.

Steele tried to shrug, and mostly succeeded. "But then... what reason would there have been - for the shocks? Something happened. Staying here might make it not happen again."

(I kind of hope Miss Nalleb gets paired with C or Lu at some point. I want to see what it would be like to write her with one of the... well, one of them looks normal. The other still looks a bit odd, but not as much as Steele! And they don't really act much like each other.)

I'm currently working my way through the Ahriman series of 40k novels, as well as The Silk Roads: A New History of the World by Peter Frankopan and Hunter S. Thompson's Fear and Loathing in America, a collection of his letters from '68 to '76.

I thought as much, just wanted to double check. Thanks.

Cats of Ulthar is brilliant. You read Dream-Quest to Unknown Kadath, or any of the Silver Key thingoes? They're bloody good, too.

And you lucky ducky, reading the King in Yellow. Been meaning to read that for aaaaaages!

She caught on almost instantly, and covered her mouth. 'Oh! Oh, gosh, sorry - gosh, it just - oops!' She stood back, waiting for Duane to have a go at her. He didn't. In fact, he told her that she should move away from this humanoid abomination and hide under some sort of furniture for a week or so. Something Lou didn't recognise ran down her spine. It came to the end and leapt right off, and Lou didn't give it a single thought.

'Wow. Gosh. Duane is really stressed by you, you know.' She held the rock to her ear for a moment. 'He thinks you're a terrible, horrifying beast that terrifies him on a deep, primal, and unnatural level.' She appeared to think of this. Thoughts dashed through her mind. Her face was blank.

And then a grin ran right over her face. 'That's really nice of you! Thanks!' she extended a hand.

"The sweetest girl you'll ever know. We looked out for one another back when I was still in my home 'fic. I lived through a lot with her at my side." Sonia nodded to herself. "I couldn't ask for a more loyal companion. And you say that you have an 'intelligent cat'? Like, is it different from a regular cat or...?"

...as the unicorn trotted up to the table. "I, uh... hi?" said the Pegasus Knight. "I'm Sonia. And you are... a small unicorn."

"Are you quite sure you are alright? You seemed to be in a significant amount of pain..." Still frowning, she reached down and righted her chair.

((Alrighty. Yeah, leaving options open is always good.

-Alleb))

I've been wanting to read his Dream Cycle for a while, and earlier today I finished the Cats of Ulthar. I'm planning on starting a book of short stories called the King in Yellow tomorrow. The first few stories focus on this play that supposedly drives people mad, so that seems pretty interesting.

Right now though, I'm reading through page after page on TV Tropes. Hopefully soon I'll be finished!

She tested her range of motion with her arms - still a bit jerky - and decided to sort of stay sitting there with Alleb until her card fizzled again. Yeah, that sounded pretty perfect. "Just, let's sort of stay here until the cards tell us to go, okay? I think standing would be a bit of an adventure."

(Nah, let's not. The shocks were from the universe trying to avoid any potential timeline inconsistencies; besides, I think it'll be interesting working this into another date, wouldn't you say?)