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Also I'm going to have to [censored for decency] as well as describe [censored for decency] in excruciating detail while I [redacted] and [censored] and [withdrawn], not to mention all the [why] and the things I'll have to do with a [no], [PLEASE NO], [WHY WOULD YOU EVER SAY SUCH A THING], a pineapple and a yo-yo.

Huh. So that explains things.

And if you want another RP, here’s my Sue-Off RP thing.

I'd be up for more RP-ing sometime.

• Bw (for some reason my brain thinks that looks silly.)

And all the other agents who disguise their origin in the early days of HQ. There's a brief discussion of this at the end of the mission, but they don't go into why.

My theory is that in the early PPC, including 1999, there was a certain degree of prejudice based on your origins. Not in an official way, of course - of course not, right? - but all-pervading. The undercurrent is that agents from World One are the "realest" people in HQ - this would include the Flowers, of course. After them come the natives of fictional worlds - they're all right, but they're not exactly, y'know, proper people. Then, right at the bottom, come recruits from badfics - the ones who, ewww, were created by a writer.

This would account for the likes of Dafydd and Morgan, who pretend to be human - because anything else means you're definitely not on that top level, and might well be a badfic character. A certain agent from this mission would qualify too. And it would work well with the point someone (doc?) noted in a PPC+20 thread that it feels like the 2002 PPC mostly recruited from World One. Yes, they did draw from elsewhere - but people don't like to talk about that.

Once Jay and Acacia started actively recruiting badfic characters, while at the same time breaking down the walls of misunderstanding between departments, the prejudice mostly disappeared - because most PPC agents now are from badfic! There are probably some older agents who find the whole thing vaguely unclean, but as this isn't a democracy, they can be ignored.

Any thoughts?

hS

I like your ending. Nienor is no more, and Plort!Linstar is...evil? Not evil? Just trolling? I'm not sure, and I'm the one who wrote him. Canon help us all if he's knighted...

Anyway, thanks for letting me co-write and include my wacky plot twists. 'Twas wondowful.

• Ls, hoping that Bookworm will join him in another RP soon.

They sat down on the bed, and sang a healing spell to themself. They cleaned their knife on on the bedsheets, put it back in its sheath, then used some of them to wrap their hand up. They cleaned Nienor's knife as well, took its sheath off of the Marizu's belt, and put it on their own. It was a well-made knife of Terraeriahen make. Now they needed to get out of the castle. It would probably crumble on its own fairly quickly if there was no one to keep up the spells that sustained it. They sang another spell to make the body vanish, and went through the cupboard door, closing it behind them. They walked quietly down the steps, stopping at the bottom to put their shoes back on. In the distance they heard pounding on the door of the master bedroom. There was so much chaos that no one noticed them slip out from under the tapestry and walk out the gates.

Having an injured hand made it difficult to do things such as cook food, but they managed. It took them almost two days to get back to the ship.

"What happened to your companion?" Hyacinth asked.

"He turned out to be a disguised Troll and tried to betray me to the Marizu. I was still able to get rid of her, but I got this for it," said Claire, showing Hyacinth their bandaged hand. "Let's get going."

They sailed back to Borrd, where they were welcomed joyfully by the people. Thus ended the first quest of Claire Book.

"Not necessary, at all. Because, as you see, I am not a man. I am a troll." He then transformed into a large bear. "I will take care of the erstwhile Marizu's guards and find my poor Ypur. After that, we can part, and you may keep the castle," He sighed. "I don't think my author has been kind to me.'

After a few minutes, screams could be heard from the lower castle.

A while after that, Linstar (In human form) could be seen riding away from the castle on a large, monstrous beast. Well, he thought. Messing with people certainly is amusing.

violence Claire got up, leaning against the wall of the room.

"Must I slay you as well, Linstar? Or will you let me go? I trusted you, and this is how you repay me! What days have we come to that men prove faithless?" they asked, looking at their bleeding hand and at the body on the floor.

((I am probably making a hash of this and I apologize for it. I don't really know how this works. This did not turn out how I thought it would.))

"I just wanted my Ypur, SamUnwise, back!" he said. "She said I had to bring her a knight...and...I'm sorry.."

When they got to Nienor's bedroom, the Marizu was already awake.

((You should take precedence for Nienor, as you probably know her better.))

"You shpxing [censored]!" Claire hissed at Linstar. They drew their dagger, and hurried up the stairs. Even if Nienor was awake now, she would probably be just waking up, so there would be enough time to do it. It would be far more risky, but sneaking in later and trying again probably wouldn't be an option.

((It's spelled Nienor))

((You're doing well!)) "I'm sorry for this," said Linstar. "Nienor! Here's the knight I promised you!"

((Yup, Plort!Linstar has betrayed Claire. [Only temporarily, but still...sorry.]]))

We'll go through that to the master bedroom. There's a door that opens into a cupboard. We need to be as quiet as we possibly can so that we don't wake her up. When we get into the room, you go in first and lock the outside door. We don't want guards barging in on us. That door is pretty sturdy, so we should be fine." They walked quietly along the corridor until they came to the tapestry. They carefully lifted one edge, and slipped underneath it into the passage, with Linstar following. Then they sat down on the bottom step of the stairs and took their shoes off. "It'll make much less noise on the steps if we only wear socks instead of our boots," Claire told Linstar.

((It's fine. Thanks. I am attempting to make this at least somewhat realistic. How am I doing?))

Because I think it only makes sense to do an assassination when it's dark and there are less people to notice you doing it.

...when Claire whispered to him; "It's time. Follow me."

He followed behind the knight, hand on his sword hilt. Sure hope no one sees us, he thought.

((Hope it was okay putting lines in Claire's mouth.))

They especially looked over healing spells, because they would be very useful if anything went wrong. Injured people are not good at escaping. Healing spells weren't as good as regular healing, but they would hold you together long enough to get away. Claire was not planning on getting either themself or Linstar injured, but better be safe than sorry.

In, uh, Bamfy's defence, FFn has repeatedly broken its own formatting system, and that bio has probably been in place since 1998. My guess is that the rest just got eaten by the site at some point. ("mai...nly Labyrinth" would be my best guess.)

hS

Or not, if the Stus feel threatened by each other. Well, Ebony might team up as well... Seriously, this should be chaos.

If the latter wasn't ragingly homophobic (against gay men only) and didn't have a tendency to react violently every time anything bearing the most minuscule resemblance to homoeroticism happens to him.

The SPaG, Ai Elbereth, the Smauging SPaG!