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His good humor was restored a bit, and he added, "You need not worry about your chair vanishing from beneath you, nor being bludgeoned by a stray fish, unless it would make sense for that to happen, of course. I am, however, an Oculator, and managed to retain a few Lenses when I arrived."

I have claimed Suite Precure Meets the Dream Traveler! Once I have permission, I'll get straight to work on the mission.

If I'm extra crazy, I might do the entire series. Which I will, because I am extra crazy.

And since I'm extra extra crazy, I also intend for SPMDT (acronym for Suite Precure Meets the Dream Traveler) to be my first mission!

He nodded, then took a sip of coffee. "So, you said you're an Occulator?" he asked. He paused for a moment, as if he'd just realized there was something just about to bite him. "Uh, are you a Smedry, by any chance?"

((-Alleb))

Jon jumped slightly at Lirene's words, even though she was walking calmly beside him and had been since they'd left their RC. "Oh--yes, Lirene Sedai." Even after being partnered with him for over a year, she had to suppress a wince at his voice. It sounded like desiccated leaves being pushed across stone by a whistling wind. Not at all the kind of voice you want to bring on a date. Jon fished in the pocket of his sunshine-yellow robes, then pulled out a pair of Ray-Bans. He stuck them on his face, then turned to look at her, cautiously hopeful.

"Much better," she said, smiling slightly. She still wanted to shudder as his eyeless face turned towards her and saw, but it was a little more manageable with the glasses. It felt very strange to be walking so calmly beside a Myrddraal, but Jon was harmless. He practically fainted at the sight of blood--even Sue blood. He nervously adjusted his lank black hair, trying to make it hang appealingly. That was impossible. Lirene briefly considered placing a Mirror of Mists on him, to make him look human, but she didn't. He'd firmly rejected the idea of using the disguise generator to alter his appearance--it was the only thing she'd ever seen him firm about--and she didn't want to slight him.

"I think this is the place, Lirene Sedai," Jon said, stopping in front of a handsome mahogany door.

A year later, and he still uses the honorific, she thought. It was sweet, if anything about a Myrddraal could be thought sweet. "I believe you are right, Jon," she said. "There are no female channelers inside that I can sense. You should be fine."

Jon tapped his fingers together, frowning at the door. He looked remarkably like a young pangolin. He started. "Oh," he said, then reached forward to open the door. His movements were fluid and snake-like, as always; so at odds with his gentle personality.

Lirene walked into the dimly-lit room, appreciating the subtlety of it. She was Cairhienen, after all. Though, she thought, glancing down at the bright green of her dress, with its yellow slashes, I do still have more of the Foregate in me than anything.

She took her invitation card from her belt pouch, but found no new directions on it yet. By the twist of his pale lips, Jon had no directions either. "Come," she said, walking to an empty table. "We will wait together."

She hoped she wouldn't be forced to bind anyone in Air to keep them from killing her partner. It was always such a hassle afterwards.

((A new agent pair joins the fray! I'm just experimenting with them. They're from The Wheel of Time, if anyone is curious. Jon is a Myrddraal, though he's had a personality added (obviously), and Lirene is an Aes Sedai. It should be noted that, despite his demeanor, Jon really is terrifying to look at. A common phrase in WoT is "The look of the eyeless is fear." It's an involuntary reaction, almost, to something clearly inhuman.

Also, Aegis: Larfen and I were wondering if it'd be okay to pair Lou up with Jon? She's has been idle for a bit and we both think she and Jon will be a lot of fun to write together.

-Alleb))

[Expletive deleted] Delphine and wosshisname (the old guy). They kinda treat the Dovahkiin as their errand boy/girl/mer/whatever, even after the Dragonborn proves themselves to them, and they have the gall to stop talking to you if you don't want to murder Paarthurnax.

It was a hissing, static-sounding thing, and it was gone in a second. But it had been there. 'Can-t argue with that, I-ve never had comfy shoes, myself, either.'

He straightened himself out, turned back to face her. 'Don-t have a fandom, don-t have a continuum. Nonexistent bloody character from a nonexistent bloody story, that-s what I am. He looked a bit off to the side. 'I was probably a joke character in it, anyway. Good bloody riddance.'

He turned his ocular back up, facing her. 'You-ve been here for a while, haven-t you?' People tended to be a bit more surprised than she was being when they were exposed to Finch. Unless they were like Bingle, who had been around for so long that nothing in existence struck them as odd, anymore. The possibility that maybe she was new, and was just a very nice person in general swooped and flew past Finch's head, which would have probably had a hard time of accepting it, anyway.

((looks upon wiki no more

I'll see if I can find it. Certainly seems worth reading! It'd be nice to fall in love with it, anyhow. That's always nice. ))

If people continued to ask like this, he might as well stop trying to keep from bringing the topic up. But, in the meantime, he needed to answer. "I, like many agents, arrived by plothole. This particular hole was caused by a combination of Canonquakes and the Sue who had taken up residence with the regiment I was assigned to," he said.

"I mean, it's better than wondering if Louisville is going to be destroyed this week, or what the Kingdom is going to try next, or any of that, but... it could be better." He hid his expression with a sip of coffee. "So, uh, what about you? How'd you end up here?"

((-Alleb))

In my headcanon, the Dragonborn sucks them into dragon-fighting, protecting people from the ones that can't be reasoned with (because screw the Blades, seriously), and they regain some of their former glory as champions of mankind—and merkind, too, because if Athis is any indication this bunch aren't terribly racist, so yay. After that, they wouldn't just be hired muscle anymore, and anybody who wanted to crack wise about fetching the mead would have to be prepared for a well-deserved smackdown. ^_^

~Neshomeh

I love the idea of multiple people contributing verses. If y'all come up with enough of these, I will knock them together into the same prosodic form, and it'll be a thing. ^_^

Good rhyming in yours, Meta. I don't have a tune in mind, so if you can put it to one, that would be super cool. {= D

~Neshomeh

I think the chorus can probably be tweaked to fit each verse. The fun thing about a song like this is that it's almost certainly different depending on who's singing it, so there's no wrong way to do it. That's a fantastic story, and I love it. ^_^

~Neshomeh

"I know of Worm. It does seem to me that the PPC would be preferable." He wondered if the young man sitting across from him hid the kind of secret that caused a trigger event, but knew better than to ask. It was a bit of a sobering thought, but the conversation could probably be steered away from such a personal topic without being rude. "I take it you enjoy life here, then?" he asked.

Yeah, adulthood is overated... But not this black-hole chocolate cake! With red berries as a bonus.

And a toast of black-hole coffee for you.

They circled back to nest in his hair, decided it wasn't all that comfortable, and flew away again. Apecian grinned. "Close, but not exactly," he said. "I'm a Homunculus, so a foot's not a big deal." He paused, and his smile faded a little. "Uh, that's not gonna be a problem, is it?" At last, some of the downsides of running on Soul Power threatened to manifest.

He wasn't very good at comforting people, and he had no experience at all in comforting ponies, but he figured he should at least try--Ami had been nothing but pleasant. "Backstory don't matter," he said, shaking his head. "It's what ya do with the future that matters." He reached into his coat and pulled out a metal flask, then paused. "Uh, I was gonna offer you some 'a this... can you drink whiskey?"

((Aw, Ami. She's such a sweetheart.

-Alleb))

"You're from a Brandon Sanderson universe!?" he exclaimed. He beamed. "That's awesome! He's my favorite author--me and my sister, actually. Aw, and you're a magic-user? Man, that is so unfair!" he chuckled, then remembered that Michael had asked him a question. "I'm from Worm. It's a superhero series. Pretty dark. I'm kinda glad I ended up here, really. Better than getting smushed by an Endbringer, y'know?" He looked down at his mug.

((In which Michael shows that he is, indeed, half of my author avatar.

-Alleb))

"Written by Wayne Thomas Batson. And you?"

((Pfft, starship captains? Nope! This is gonna be fun!

-Alleb))

"I am an Oculator, from the Alcatraz Smedry universe. It is, unfortunately, rather obscure, but I find the books enjoyable." Would asking the same be too intrusive? No, the conversational door was open, it was safe. "If you do not mind me asking, what universe do you come from?"

There is the cruising through Whateley Academy, MLP fanfics, many other fanfics actally, fantasy series, webcomics, mangas... Kinda busy, and I'm not accouting for work, games, TV series...

*Toasts with coffee*
If my first year is as successful as yours, I'll consider myself ridiculously lucky.
Also, "yammered the yak"?

Suspend it in super-glue.

"They told me I'm my author's 'ponysona', but since she never wrote anything solid about me I kinda fell through a crack in reality. All I remember is waking up in HQ and realizing that I couldn't remember my family." Ami looked at the floor for a moment. "Worst and weirdest day of my life. Watching season one of my show helped. ...Sometimes I wonder whether meeting my author would answer my questions about me. Then I remember it'd probably break the universe first and move on."

She hadn't meant to share that, but the words had come out anyway. "I know people fall through plotholes to get here all the time. That's how my partner Chris got here; we basically got partnered for convenience and because we actually had some common ground. I just...well, I wish I had a better backstory, you know?"

((Well, that escalated quickly.))