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Things I Do Not Want To Think About Or Picture In My Mind, Ever.

This is amazing! More! I can't wait for the next chapter! Please, please, pretty please, more!

As my usual message of invitations to seats by the fire and instructions to leave yout sanity on the hat rack are surely redundant by now, I'll just skip straight to the newbie gifts, a Replica Holocron a silver decorated vortex manipulator. You'll need a teleport basecode to fix it, but until then, at least it looks cool.

Anyway, hope you enjoy your stay here!

((Dun dun dun! In all reality, I doubt I can trump what I just read. Pardon me while I go read Gunnerkrigg Court, it looks fascinating.))

Normally I'd say something like, "Come on in, grab a seat by the fire, set your sanity by the door," but as I'm four days late you've probably already figured all that out.

Anyway, here's a Replica Holocron and a Steampunk airship as your newbie gifts. And yes, I do mean an entire airship. Full size. Don't worry, the hangar's paid up until the end of the century, so you've got plenty of time to find a crew for it.

Oh, one more thing, what House are you in?

Why oh why do I have to be busy with the Badfic Game on? I am sad. But I'll try to find the time to leave a review or two, maybe even continue my stories, sometime before this thread falls off the front page. *crosses fingers*

(Also, hi, Ix. I'm glad you're home and doing better. E-mail me if you want to. *optional!hug*)

~Neshomeh

She's all mean and nasty and she insulted Kala and just left Rina out in the middle of HQ!

A wee bit late, but better late than never, aye?

This proves it: Hogwarts shall be governed not by the Ministry, but by the King inthe North, the Raven-in-Flight, John Uskglass.

I might be reaching a bit here. =]

...I really thought that the "your patronus is very rare... just one more question!" lines were part of the script for everyone.

shes not actually a villain shes just misdunertood stop eing meen!!

-BluEyedWonder

I'm ever so grateful! The magickckck type was absolute genius! Please, please, I can't wait to see the end! More, more! Snickers intensify.

((Is ROFLing still a thing, or am I being a crazy grandmother right now? But wow, this was hilarious! Absolutely lovely, truly lovely. Oh, right, there's also part where I'm supposed to respond to this in character. Ahem.))

NNNOOO!!! Zeb is too good for her! She's a horrible person! She's evil, and he's not! Go away, bad shipping! Shoo! Shoo! The Aviator's off my list now. Now, I'm gunning for the Notary! I WILL DESTROY HER! SHE WILL FEEL AGONY FOR ALL OF TIME!!!

You can get [arbitrary-ish].github.io with Github pages. This is slightly more appropriate in your case because you program stuff, and the "point" of Github is to be a place to post code you want to open-source. (And they're also a web host.)

This also means you can do stuff like make a repository for the Pokemon thing, and then get the code served from right there.

First off, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE COMMENTS! I luv you and your faces! Here's more story! Oh, and there might be shipping in the future! ( ^_~ )

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The walk was helping, but only a little. Cornelius still felt something digging at him in the very back of his mind.

The murmur of quiet conversation and the mingled smells of what was arguably food told him he was near the Cafeteria. He would not normally have given this much mind, but a lingering gurgle from his stomach suddenly reminded him that he had not actually had any coffee before leaving the response center. Cafeteria coffee, while not ideal, could be an acceptable temporary substitute.

He walked inside and made a beeline for the coffee machine. The liquid it dispensed was only a few steps above tar, but that was irrelevant. It was caffeinated, it was hot, and it was here. The snobbery could wait until he was back home.

Cornelius scanned the room as he sipped at his cup. His gaze stopped on a familiar figure sitting ramrod straight at one of the side tables. She was clothed all in black and appeared vaguely Asian. It was hard to tell due to the jawline-length bob obscuring part of her face, but it looked like her eyes were closed.

He wandered over. Maybe talking with someone else would help with this strange funk he was in. “Good morning, Xeleppeon,” he said as soon as he was within acceptable conversation range. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Xeleppeon opened her eyes at the sound of Cornelius’ hail. Her expression did not shift from its normal neutral state as she looked over, but she did nod. “Hello, Cornelius,” she said. “My partner and I have only just returned from several missions in a row and are, unfortunately, too tired to cook properly. We would not have otherwise come here.”

She shifted in her seat. Cornelius could now see the dark circles under her eyes. “And you?” the Nobody asked. “What brings you here?”

“I forgot to get some coffee before going out for a walk.” He took a sip as to underline his point, and was able to prevent a sour expression from crossing his face. “Needed to clear my head. Something just felt weird when I woke up this morning.”

“In what way do you mean weird?”

“Well–”

“BREAKFAAAST!” someone exclaimed from about a foot behind Cornelius. Before he could react, a pale and lanky woman darted out from behind him and plopped two plates of greasy breakfast food on the table. “Aren’t I the best, Xelly?”

Xeleppeon rolled her eyes. “That is a point always up for debate when it comes to you, Bluescreen,” she replied. “For example, Agent Cornelius might disagree with your statement considering you just interrupted him.”

Bluescreen turned on her heel and gave Cornelius a puzzled look, as if she had only just noticed him. Recognition dawned on her face. “Cornelius, right! I remember now. My bad, by the way.” She flicked her blue-dyed bangs out of her eyes and offered her hand for a conciliatory handshake.

“Not a problem,” Cornelius said as he shook her hand.

Bluescreen sat down next to Xeleppeon, towering over the Nobody by almost a foot. “So what were you guys talking about?”

“It’s nothing. I’ve… I’ve just been having this strange feeling ever since I woke up. Like something’s not right with the world. It could be stress I suppose, but… yeah, I don’t know.”

Xeleppeon tapped the tips of her tented fingers together. “Could it be due to a canonical shift?”

“That's what I was thinking,” Bluescreen said through a mouthful of scrambled eggs. She thankfully swallowed before continuing her thought. “I get headaches and vertigo whenever DC makes a major change to their canon. Doesn’t even matter that they’re not changing my specific universe. It’s like ripples in a pond, or something.”

Cornelius shook his head. “I come from World One. It can’t be a canon thing.”

The two female agents exchanged a glance. “Then my best bet would be stress,” Xeleppeon said. “A general malaise, possibly from too many missions.”

“It happens to everyone eventually,” Bluescreen added. “My advice? See if you can wrangle a vacation out of whoever it is that’s running the DIAU. Take some time to clear your head.” She picked up a piece of bacon with her fingers and took a bite out of it. “In case that doesn’t work, which is pretty likely, I would recommend getting drunk.”

There was a small sigh from her partner. “You are a veritable font of wisdom.”

“I do what I can.”

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...And half the dialogue is in capslock. Yay. -_- Sorry, the only place shouty dialogue is acceptable at this point is most shonen anime *cough*Dragon Ball Z*cough* and Harry Potter.

This is probably the best-spelled parody story about a human and a mute Zorua I'll ever read. Also, I don't think anyone's ever typed that sentence before, so bonus points for that. XD

...Seriously, this is a parody, right? I mean, I'm all for inclusivity and non-hetero relationships, but at this point the title has some connotations I really don't like thinking about when one of the main characters isn't human.

Anyway, nice writing, the idea of the Inner Monologue being vaguely separate is cool, you do you, have a great day. :)

It's me, Cicily, AKA fellow DW audio drama script writer! How are ya? Welcome aboard!

Huh. Interesting. Not really 'me', but...

Wont say yet but itll be awesome!! ;)

((Thanks! I'm glad you like it. Funnily enough, "OOC" was actually an accident: what I generally do is type as fast as I can and leave all mistakes. I wasn't really trained in touch-typing so I get a fair few that way, "OOC" being one.))

-BluEyedWonder

Although I swear I've seen you before... >.>

Anyway, have a fluffy something! I'm not sure what species it is, let alone what breed it is, but it purrs when you pet it so there you go!

but flauwed.
Mi prublem was taht the socks werre tooo dirty! How acn i relatete wit a caracter with dirty socks?

Berry goot, overwise (Monologue is soooo hotttt!!!!)

TDLRDT, clean ur socks.

...And I don't like chow dogs.