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...all of us are too good at writing for the characters to all be true Mary Sues. They all have plausible flaws and are written well, plus they can't exact their plot-altering powers well since we can't affect the actions of other characters.

I have to be at a local airport in about six hours to catch a flight leaving at 7:30, but I'll get a message written up and have it sent to you either before I leave or when I get to my hotel room in Florida.

Well, here it is: sinner saviour @hotmail. com

Just take out the spaces.

Sadly, neither of my currently active Agents were around at that time. I've got one in the works who would've been, but she's not due to show up in my canon for about two more missions.

"Glad to hear that," she said, and absently began to sort through her kit again. She swore as she discovered that two of the ice packs had already been used. "Who does that?" she muttered. "Who uses an ice pack and then puts it back?"
PitViper was also going through her kit. She seemed to be much better organised than Galenfea, who once more determined that when they got out of here she was going to put a survival pack together.
"Some of the people coming are in real bad shape," the Boarder remarked. "I hope the Ypurs bring enough supplies. It's a good thing I took that six-hour Red Cross course after all."
Galenfea looked up and bit her lip. "Indeed. As it stands, I don't think we've got nearly enough gear to treat half of them."
Mentally, she added, 'Although if anyone needs a bandage that I think was actually designed for horses, they're set' and set the offending item to the side.
"So the Ypurs are on our side?" she asked, since her new acquaintance seemed much more experienced than she. "It sounds like one of the words the early trolls were using."

FFIV is by far my favorite, but otherwise, I've only played up to FFVI. :/

PitViper sat down and opened this main zipper of her fanny pack. Rummaging through with her free hand, she checked her supply of first aid necessities. "Oh good, I did bring face barriers. Got some aloe vera, lots of gauze, extra gloves... bee sting ointment. Probably won't need that."

She glanced up at the door. The Ypurs weren't coming through yet, but plenty of refugees were still arriving. "Some of the people coming are in real bad shape," the Boarder remarked. "I hope the Ypurs bring enough supplies. It's a good thing I took that six-hour Red Cross course after all."

Clank.

'Go away, you damn thing!'

Clank.

'No, I don't want to see any pics, thank you ever so.'

Clank.

'Listen, honestly, I just want to-'

CLONK!

'Hah! That got you!'

The sounds of metal hitting various surfaces and then finally what sounded like bone echoed briefly from the bunker entrance before Pretzel managed to fight her way in, dual-wielding two of her Frying Pans of DOOM and hitting trolls over the head. Once she'd managed to get in, she looked around, idly brushing some of her hair, which, while normally frizzy, seemed even more out of control thanks to the battle.

'Fu Manchu and his silly beard, that was annoying,' she growled, holstering her Pans and resettling her pack on her back. She'd been in the middle of watching a "Let's Play" of "King's Quest V" when the news had arrived in her inbox, and so she'd gathered up her laptop and a few other assorted items, shoved it into a backpack, and headed towards the bunker.

The trolls and various ypurs had tried to slow her down, but she'd found that indiscriminate whacking with her pans seemed to deter the attacks quite handily. Now that she was in a place of safety, she wasn't quite sure what to do with herself. There seemed to be a fair number of Boarders here already, but Pretzel wasn't sure if she she go over and talk to them or what. Figuring that eventually she'd think of something (if nothing else, maybe to mooch some of that soup off of Miah), Pretzel sat down at the base of a nearby column and began watching her "Let's Play" once more, idly picking the bits of troll off of her clothing.

Do you have a gmail account or some other email I can reach you at, regarding my agents?

Mostly in between-ish. Probably the summer of 2007.

As a birdwatcher, this fic pisses me off.

*takes a deep breath* *counts backwards from twenty by threes*

I have an observation. If it is alive in the Harry Potter fandom, it has been shipped with someone.

As you bloody well know. And telling someone to shut up and go away for apologizing for a mistake-- especially when they're not even apologizing to you-- violates at least one rule of the Constitution.

Since few people actually use the accounts-- I, for one, just type my name every time.

And being occasionally stupid is not cause for banning. And neither is fighting with July. Elsewise half the population of the 'Board would be gone (possibly including July). And The Nameless Admin Of Namelessness probably won't delete the thread either, as generally the only thing that gets deleted is trollspam. The rest of us have to put up with our mistakes just slowly sliding down the face of the 'Board.

But, as I said, don't worry about it. Just think before you post next time, and remember that we do have a team of people... well, a handful of people acting like a team... who Know What They're Doing. If you think they're not doing enough, or they've overlooked something, head onto the chatroom and poke them, or reply to one of their threads. 'S a lot easier and low profile than a whole new topic.

"Sticking together sounds like a great idea. And take your pick!" said Kyoki as she opened her bag of explosives. "Red colored ones have 5 second fuses, yellow ones are proximity triggered, and brown ones are 15 seconds. There's other kinds too, but those three are probably the most common."

Kyoki looks up to a nearby roof and then asks, "Would you mind waiting a bit for Elemarth? She's helping me stick up cameras and blow things up, and she needs a few moments to get down. D'you want to help stick up cameras too?"

Galenfea looked round as she heard someone else arriving at the first aid area and smiled a welcome at PitViper, who was still holding the ice pack to a rather impressive bruise on her head.
"Hello," said Galenfea. "How are you feeling now?"

" Oh..." Niely said. "And I'm fine" she said, eyeing the C4 while lifting up her shotgun. "Wanna stick together though? 'Ya know, safety in numbers."

Niely started to pack up her shotgun ammo when she paused, looking at Kyoki, she asked nervously " Actually...Can I have a pipe bomb?"

That'll have a small effect on which of my many characters would be available for this piece. Get back to me at kyle.garrett41@gmail.com and I'll see which would be available, and give you any information required.

"In that case..." Kyoki rummaged around her pile of stuff again and came up with some more things.

"You can have this one then. It's not the latest design I've been tinkering with, but it'll do. You can use it to open locked things, cut things apart, remote detonate explosives among other uses I can't be bothered to explain. The manual's the paper wrapped around it."

Kyoki then handed over what looked like a vest with lots of pockets and buckles. "Here's a harness so you can keep your hands free, clip the explosives there and the cameras on the opposite side. Put whatever you'd like in the other pockets."

"Ready to go?"

Elemarth stared at the pile of stuff. "Okay. Those are cameras, those are explosives. And a huge pole." She wasn't sure she could carry this very far, but she didn't say so. Anything for the board, and especially to kill spambots. "No, I don't have a sonic screwdriver. Do I need one?"

Both on this thread and elsewhere. Whatever Ed has done, right or wrong, is over and finished and any problems are in the hands of The Nameless Admin, who is more than capable of fixing them without bile. Kindly do not fight. And KG, don't you go taking this personally either. Yes, Ed bungled up, but both you and July have snapped at him now and I'm sick of it, but it was essentially over. There's no need to start it up again.

I'd appreciate it if no one responded to this post.

Kyoki grabbed Elemarth and dragged her to Kyoki's pile of stuff. "Exploding things are the easy part. I need people to help me stick up cameras. I've already connected a bunch of webcams with improbably large power sources to my computer, so all we have to do is stick them in useful places."

Rummaging around the pile, Kyoki produces two empty bags and rapidly fills one with webcams and the other with various forms of explosives.

"Stick the cameras to the walls in places where they can see the spambots and the spambots won't be able to mess with them. The explosives are color coded, red means 5 second fuses, yellow means proximity triggered. Don't mix up explosives and cameras, nobody will be happy with the results - least of all you. And here's a 10 foot steel pole, use it to stick things up and whack spambots when they get too close. One more thing, do you have a sonic screwdriver?"

replied Kyoki. "Which way to the nearest large group of things to be blown up? And would you like some explosives? I happen to have quite a lot of C4, pipe bombs, and other forms of explosives."