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If you want to know the names of the agents adopting it, as of right now, they will be Alucard and Hawkheart

"I don't know a lot of things," he murmured back, idly running his fingers through her hair and resting his chin on her head. "Enlighten me?"

Infernal Trio is officially on the loose from now.

You ever need a beta reader, just buzz me at novakrazny@gmail.com (but be sure to include "Beta Read" in the subject line or it might slip through the cracks). You can count on me to root out any such pesky problems.

(Found another one, by the way: just after the spicks, "idiodic" instead of idiotic.)

Is Team Fortress 2.

And thanks for your compliment. I like to be polite.

'e kissed me back. 'e doesn't care if I'm an idiot. If this's insane, I want ta move inta the nut'ouse an' stay there.

From the way he was holding her, he didn't particularly want to let go any time soon, but she was very much aware of the hot drink she was holding and thus responded to him carefully. The last thing she wanted was to accidentally hurt him.

Eventually, Nat slowly broke the kiss, but only so that she could put the drink down and wrap her arms around Zach properly, one arm around his waist and the other hand resting on his shoulder. Leaning her head on the other shoulder and pulling him as close as she could, she closed her eyes and heaved a sigh, almost unable to contain her happiness.

"Ya know somethin'?" she murmured, but then paused, unsure how to say what she was feeling. Maybe he'd think she was insane if she said that. Uncertain, she just bit her lip again and tightened her embrace a little. No point in spoiling this moment.

...the best and most polite term I've heard for this so far. ^^

I feel mildly ashamed for, despite being a major nerd myself, missing the exact nerdy fandom of your reference.

Order of the Phoenix and Half-Blood Prince were pretty good, in my opinion, and Deathly Hallows wasn't too bad at all (at least throughout- the epilogue made me want to burn things).

Anyway, glad you like.

It'll mean I'm sending fewer to the CAF. Just tell me which ones you want and they're yours-- I'll even write the request into the interlude I'm attaching to the end of this story.

chief bokum, by the way, is not only miscapitalized but a terrible spelling error to boot (Chief Bookem).

Heck, take two. Even with you and Dragonmage taking two off my hands, I'm still going to be sending seventeen of them to the CAF.

THEY SEND BABIES TO FIGHT ME?! [/nerd]

Top-notch stuff. I stopped reading the books at Goblet of Fire, I'll admit, but even I can see that the whole situation in this one is patently ridiculous.

Capitalization errors are by far the most egregious offenses, because they're so, so easy to get right. Proper nouns get the caps, acronyms get the caps, the starts of sentences get the caps, and that's about it! It's acceptable to use caps to add emphasis to shouting lines, but beyond that...

Ugh, I'm just glad I don't have to look at this one again. Part of me thinks I really should have taken it a bit farther; in the next chapter it was revealed that she saved Chilly at some point before that story, which we never see more detail of, and then [saccharine] everybody loves her because she's so sweet and helpful! [/saccharine] Blech. But at that point, I just couldn't take anymore of the atrocious grammar errors.

Inwardly, Zach breathed a sigh of relief. He figured that everything probably wasn't okay again, but she was smiling again and she wasn't crying and she was...kissing him?

He did a double-take, then realized exactly what that meant and deepened the kiss. Something in the back of his mind hoped that maybe with the skin-to-skin contact he could pour whatever happiness he had into her, and for the second time he beat down the scientific portion of his brain as it told him that this was impossible.

I'm an assassin that walks in stories. I don't think much of anything's impossible at this point.

Thanks. Am glad that I did a satisfactory sporking.

(This made bio nerd angry. So what do I do? I give it to my brain's resident mad scientist. Welcome to the logic of planet Lycaenion. xP)

Crelly... oh, dear Zarquon Almighty... I'd already used that in a quick drawing I did once, but it's somehow ten times funnier to hear someone else use it.

But don't feel bad; he was kicked out of Research quite a while ago, although this obviously hasn't really stopped him.
(I wrote a song for him about it, actually. Because all characters even remotely villainous need songs. And because I have too much time on my hands sometimes.)

Glad you liked it, anyway. ^^

As I won't be around much (if at all) this weekend when my month is up (I'll be leaving the day it's up to go to the Fedcon in Germany and I won't be back until Monday) I request permission a bit in advance.

Agents' profiles: http://khajidu.insanejournal.com/407.html

Writing sample: http://khajidu.insanejournal.com/710.html

Sporkable House Suefic: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3077547/1/

The Infernal Trio is already eager and looking forward to it. Sues, watch out.

and nodded gratefully. It did help... at least, it was difficult to keep crying when drinking. "Thanks," she murmured, leaning against him and letting him hug her.

"I'd worry if you never cried," he said, and she looked up at him with a slightly surprised expression. Her father had expressed the same sentiment on occasion, but her mother had always told her that big girls didn't cry.

For a moment she considered this, examining him to see if he meant it, before finally giving him a small smile and reaching up to try to smooth his hair down a bit. "Ya really are somethin' else, Zach."

Running her hand down from his hair to his cheek, she paused speculatively for a moment before giving him a tentative kiss.

I mean, it's all real words, just Engrishy and malapropized. Wait, that's not a real word. Woe is me.

Better idea is just to have your agents snark about it MST-style. Agents who break The Rules end up suffering. A Lot.

I think Snark City is where I live. :P

...just the product of an overactive twelve-year-old. Six years later, I'm rewriting everything, including that they're not actually the canons - they're carbon copies thereof, who all differ in small but important ways.

Mostly I'm now focusing on Kitty, my original, and Alec, who's evolved from the canon he was. The rest get so little use as main characters to be almost inconsequential. :) (Not breaking them up, though. I love them too much.)

Pure awesome.

Hm... Crelly was looking for test subjects, eh? Maybe Adder and Deuce should've given that Replacement Stu to him instead. Oh well.

Zach slipped into the crowd and returned a few seconds later with a steaming mug, which he gently wrapped Nat's hands around.

"Hot cocoa," he explained earnestly. "Always makes Sara feel better, so...um...yeah..." He ran his hand through his hair anxiously, making it stand every which way.

"Look, don't be sorry, okay? Don't be sorry for being a human being. I'd worry if you never cried," he told her and hugged her, being careful not to upset the mug.