"Man overboard on the port side!" The cry rang out loud along the deck of the ship. Sailors immediately began rushing to the sides and peering into the waters of the sea, a wooden crate of fresh fruit bobbed along in the water carried along by the current.
The captain of the ship checked the compass in his hand one last time before snapping it shut and surrendering the wheel of the ship to a waiting crewmember, he then strode in a calm and collected but foppish manner to the port side to take a look himself. Bobbing by in the water after the crate of fruits, came a bottle of rum with two mugs balanced precariously on the side of an box as if it was a table. Somehow the box never tilted far enough to tip over its cargo into the ocean.
The captain of the sailing ship leaned ever so precariously over the side of his ship in an attempt to see further up to follow the trail of foodstuffs floating along in the ocean. He absently noted that the black paintjob that gave his ship that distinctive look was peeling slightly and should be touched up a little. He pulled out and extended a spyglass from somewhere then trained it on the figure of a person slumped in what looked to be the remains of a crows nest which retained just enough of its structure to remain afloat.
"Mr. Gibbs" The captain leant back and stage whispered to a portly gentleman, "Bring my ship around a little more. I want to take a good look at this chappie." He leant back over the side of the ship and retrained his spyglass on the person in the crows nest, even though the range between them didn't exactly call for it anymore.
It was through the spyglass that the captain had his first good look at the man inside the crows nest. He had medium length blond hair tied back with a black bow, a simple white buccaneers shirt with puffy sleeves and a pair of brown pants made up the rest of his attire. His shoes were placed carefully to his side. It appeared as if the man in the crows nest was busy writing in some kind of journal with a quill pen. He was also talking writing out loud to himself for some reason.
"Oh dearest Elaine, all seems to be lost.I don't know if i'll ever be able to get back to you this time. My ship was sunk of the coast of Plunder Island and with no help in sight for miles around. I cant help but wonder if this is the last time I will have to destroy the dread zombie pirate LeChuck. Although he did blow up nicely this time around. He paused to refill the quill from a rapidly diminishing supply of ink inside a bottle.

I suppose while Im hoping to see the last of LeChuck I might as well be wishing for that platter of calamari drenched in lemon sauce that you make so well Elaine. A moment of incredulity passed over the crewmembers as a silver platter of calamari drenched in lemon sauce came around the bow of the ship and passed inches away from the man in the crows nest.
I can remember it so well I could swear I can smell it right now. He said wistfully and paused to gaze off into the distance. He began writing again. Ah well, I know I should probably be making up one of my cunning plans to escape certain death right about now, but I cant seem to escape the feeling that it is all futile in some way. Its getting darker with the sun still out. A sure sign its going to start raining heavily next.
In reality the darkness was caused by the ship looming within an arms reach or the man in the crows nest. The man looked up to see if it was a thundercloud blocking the sun, instead he saw a large black ship with black sails and its crewmembers all hushed and eagerly watching to see what he did next. Whatever he was about to do he was preempted by the someone on the ship calling down to him. Ahoy there mate, You look like you could use a lift eh? The captain who still had a spyglass extended and stuck to his eye turned to the portly man from earlier. Mr. Gibbs, lets give the man a hand aboard after all we are good god fearing people willing to help our fellow man right? A chuckle passed through the ships crew.
In short order a ladder was lowered and the-man-who-wasnt-in-the-crows-nest-anymore was aboard with the crew clustered around him in a ragged circle, their duties forgotten for now. Upon closer inspection they looked to be a mean bunch with nary a scruple between them. The captain came striding down from the raised platform where the ships wheel was located with his spyglass still extended and held to his eye.

He strode straight up still peering through the telescope and spent an awkward moment looking at the-man-who-was-decidedly-grateful-that-he-had-been-saved before realizing that he still had the spyglass out. The captain straightened up and made the spyglass collapse into a compact form before making it vanish into a compartment somewhere about his person.
And who do we have the honor of saving from the clutches of the sea today? The captain inquired as his hands animatedly gestured as he talked.
I am Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate. A Scourge of the seven seas, and four time destroyer of the Dread Zombie Pirate LeChuck! replied the man-who-no-longer-had-long-descriptive-hyphenated-words-as-a-name replied while assuming what he thought to be a Heroic pose.
The captain broke out in a large grin before sweeping off his Tri-corner leather hat and bowing deeply revealing a faded red bandanna tied around his head and hair done up in dreadlocks. And I am Captain Jack Sparrow. He replaced the hat on his head before continuing. Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Mr. Threepwood. He moved up and put an arm around Guybrushs shoulders and started walking to his cabin Come let us away to my cabin we have much to talk about, including the treasure known as Big Whoop Savvy?
Fin.
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We are the swords in the darkness, the watchers on the walls. The fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn. The horn that wakes the sleepers. The shield that guards the realms of men. -The Brothers Black
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Take Your Candle, Go Light Your World.

A couple of stories featuring my characters. The first is Reyshal (Grav/FF controller on Virtue) and was written about a year ago. The second is a little shot of how Brahela (Fire/Ice blaster on Infinity) found a bit more of her Purpose and joined the Legendary. Bob, I've never met Evangelia in game so I've no clue how off my characterazation is from her actual personalty...

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A Pirate's life

Weightless, floating in darkness...
No sight, no sound, no feeling...
Is this what it is like to die?
Perhaps... Perhaps that is just, then, for I failed them...
Where are you, my crew? Dantos, Yiin, Corluha? Are you here? Will you greet me, as you did before? Or will you scorn me, now that I have led you to your deaths?
Wait...
What is that? Light? Is it growing closer? Or am I falling towards it?
Voices... but the tongue is not Salderan. Neither is it Erridos.
And that smell... antiseptic?
What is going on? Am I truly dead? Or did the Omnisentient trap me somehow?
I will not be held so easily!
* * * * *
Doctor!
Dr. Ray Miller looked over, distracted from the stat sheet by both the nurses call and the suddenly insistent beeping of the machines monitoring the patient. A patient, he noted, that was no longer still, like she had been since arrival here. He rushed to the nurses side, and began aiding her to hold down the patients wildly flailing arms.
He had just been able to catch her flailing hand, when his hold was suddenly reversed. Shocked, he looked up at her face, and saw her eye glaring at him.
She suddenly surged up from the bed, throwing both him and the nurse off balance. He was able to catch himself before falling, but she was out the door before he steadied himself. He reached down to his wrist, and hit the red button on his watch.
Immediately, sirens started to blare, signaling a possibly violent patient on the loose.
* * * * *
A maze of white corridors, people startled by my passing. I move them from my path with either a slight pull away, or else my shield deflects them from my approach.
I see now men clothed in blue, with bludgeons in their hands they approach, but they do not reach me, either pulled from my way, or shoved aside.
* * * * *
It was not the first time she had come here, but this time was different. She felt almost compelled to come, a sure sign that the Elohim needed her here. She also had the feeling that this wasnt going to be a simple thing, like comforting the sick. She came here often enough on her own to do that.
She was startled when a loud, blaring alarm went off, and turned in place looking for its source. Down the long hall, she saw someone running, but the details were difficult to ascertain, due to both the people in the way and a strange, glowing shield that surrounded her.
Stop her! Stop her! she heard shouted.
The fleeing woman broke through a pair of guards, and headed straight for her. She looked into the womans face, and saw fear, panic, but most of all, determination. She felt as though something were plucking her shirt, pulling her away, but she concentrated and shouted directly into the womans mind.
:STOP!:
As she did this, she felt the pull increase, and was suddenly falling backwards, away from the woman, whos face had suddenly blanked out. The woman stumbled, and fell, the shield around her fading.
Psi Angel sighed, the unconscious woman lying on her lap. Her grey skin highlighted her short blue hair, her left eye slowly closing as her face smoothed out.
This, Angel said, might be some trouble.
* * * * *
So... Who is she?
Dr. Miller sighed. We dont know. The mystics at M.A.G.I. said that there had been a great disturbance in the mana flows of the city, and they pinpointed it to Circle Island, in Talos Zone. When they sent a few heroes to investigate, they found her, badly burned and unconscious with those damn Thorns trying to apprehend her. The Thorns were scared away, and the heroes brought her here. Shes been lying comatose for nearly a week now. The first time she woke up was this morning, and you know the result of that. M.A.G.I. cant tell us anything about her besides the fact that she probably comes from a different universe. D.A.T.A. says shes not human, but close enough both physically and genetically that shes pretty much indistinguishable. Her right eye... well, its been gone for a long time: two years at a minimum. Scars indicate that shes no stranger to battle, but she was probably a slave at one point, again, a long time ago. If she were human, Id say she would be around twenty-five. But... with all the immortals that are running around these days, who can say for sure? He sighed, and looked into the new room that they had placed her in. She was still unconscious, but they had taken extra precautions that she not get away the next time she woke up.
Psi Angel shook her head. You think I can talk with her when she wakes up?
Miller looked over at him. Truthfully, were pretty certain she doesnt speak English. But if you want... he waved towards the woman.
Angel sighed, and reached out to touch the glass between her and the unknown woman. The language of the mind speaks all, doctor.
* * * * *
I hear a strange whiiring sound, and occasional beeps when next I wake. I can feel the restraints that have been placed on me and I know I will not be able to break them. There is someone in the room. I can feel the heat from their skin on my arm. I take a shallow breath, and open my eye, looking to my left, where I see a woman sitting in a chair. The room is filled with strange artifacts, so I ignore it for now. The woman is important. She has this strange half smile on her face, as if she know much more than she would ever reveal.
Dantos said I had that smile sometimes...
:Its alright. Cry if you want.:
I gasp, she can read my mind?!
The woman gives a full smile now, :You dont need to worry about anything. Youre safe now, but from what weve found, you are probably very, very far from home.:
I close my eye, and sigh. I was far from home before I came here. Who are you?
:So you dont speak English, do you? That didnt sound like any language Ive ever heard. As for who I am... you can call me Psi Angel. Now, what are you called?:
I look at her again. Impossible.
* * * * *
Psi Angel blinked. She had heard both the aural sound, but also the meaning behind that sound. Reisaoll, she tried to say.
The other woman snorted. Reyshal, she stated again.
Angel shook her head. Reyshaol.
Reyshals eye closed halfway. Angel got the feeling that while it wasnt close enough, she would tolerate it for now.
* * * * *
Angel...
Psi Angel looked over at her companion. Yes, Rey?
Reyshal frowned at the nickname, but sighed and said slowly, I have been reading about this world, and its troubles. You help those troubles, yes?
Angel nodded. I do. So do many other heroes in this city and around the world.
They have power, yes? Reyshal asked.
Yes, but there are those who dont, who work to help those in need as well. She smiled, remembering the soup line in Father Macs parish. Why do you ask?
The grey skinned woman looked over at her. Back where I am from, there was a very bad group called the Senshikki. They held control of a great deal of land and people. I was an outlaw to them, but a... hero... to the people. I want to keep doing what I was doing. For myself, and... for memory. She looked down for a moment, but when her eyes met Psi Angels, the Elohim saw a deeply seated fire burning. I will return to my world someday. I will avenge those who died for me.
Psi Angel nodded, looking warily at the visible waves of gravity surrounding Reyshals fists. Im sure that one day youll find your way back. But for now, Youll probably need to train. That... Synseikky... doesnt sound like an easy opponent.
Reyshal nodded. Yes. I need to learn much.
Angel thought for a moment, then smiled. I think I should introduce you to someone. His name is Morales. I think he can help you a lot...

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Moving on

She sighed, taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes, pausing for a momentary break from the computer screen in front of her.
"Yeesh, I wouldn'ta thought English Lit would mean studying seven books online," she shook her head ruefuly. "Whatever happened to wood pulp and oil inks?" Laughing softly at her joke, she put her glasses down on the coffee table and stood from the couch she had been reclining on.
She streched out, reaching her arms above and behind her head and standing on the balls of her feet. She held the pose for a ten count, then slowly relaxed, luxuriating in the soft burn from her muscules protesting movement after so long stationary. She padded over to the window looking out over the rising highways of Skyway City.
She had been extremely lucky to find this apartment, so close to the Talos tunnel, especaily when the limited liquid cash she possesed was mainly going to her schooling at Paragon U.
"Who'da thought a mere five months of heroing would bag me enough to set me up for college." She glanced over at the laptop lying on the table, and resisted the urge to check her money. While she had played fast and loose with the little cash she had possesed before coming to Paragon, most of it was now tied up in CDs, long term/high gain loans, and slow-growth stocks, much like the ones she had set up for Mrs. Willow.
She grinned slightly at the thought of the formidible old woman who had nigh bullied her into accepting her powers and coming to Paragon. They still kept up a passing correspondence, writing letters back and forth every few weeks. It was interesting reading about Mrs. Willow's reactions to the changes she herself had gone through.
Although, looking back on it... she sometimes suprised herself.
Going from an introverted, closeted teen afraid to show her face, to blossoming into a prototype hero under Mrs. Willow, to fighting in Paragon City and gaining twenty five security levels in five months, then moving herself to the inactive register and taking college classes for a year and a half, to...
Glancing through the door to her bedroom and seeing the reflective glint of her holographic security clearance ID, she sighed, remembering how she, in a fit of annoyance and desperation, took out a heavily armed Malta Titan in defence of the innocent studens of the university. One simple act to have her recognised by the city, the media, and...
Her mother, who she had thought dead for over a decade.
She swallowed the lump in her throat at the memory, and leaned back against the windowsill. The woman had come up to her after all the hulabaloo had died down that day, stopping ten paces off, but still seemingly drawn to her. She had looked at the woman, and even though they both were so physicaly different from what they had been when they parted so long ago, it had taken only two words from the woman to confirm that yes, this was her mother.
"'My 'Lise...'" she murmured, her voice catching even as her mother's had on that day.
* * * * *
"My 'Lise..." The woman murmured, shaking her head slightly, her platinum hair swaying. "My darling daughter... What heights have you attained? How could you have come here? Please tell me that Mark... that your father... didn't find it...."
The younger dipped her head, shining blue hair shifting forward in its ponytail. "He didn't. I did. I found the Well of Innocence... Four years after you... died?"
"Not dead... the lab accident, the new Portal system collapsed, and I was thrown into another dimention. That place... Darkness covers it." She guestured at her skin, deepest black but sprinkled with pinpricks of white, like stars at midnight. "I was recovered about two and a half years ago. I registered to be a hero under a nickname of mine..." The woman looked into her daughter's eyes. "Do you think... that its possible that...?"
She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. "Yes... Oh, Mother..."
* * * * *
"The end of a fairy tale? Hardly, I think." She snorted. "More like the begining of a new chapter." Glancing over at her ID again, she scowled at the paperwork lying beneath it. The letters of complaint from the Department of Super-Powered Affairs had been silenced by Statesman's declaring her 'A Hero above and beyond the norm'. Unfortunatly, that only extended her fifteen minutes of fame, and the offers for TV appearances, newspaper interveiws, and supergroup applications came flooding in.
* * * * *
She had unceremoniusly dropped the entire day's mail in the trash, de-listed her phone, and stopped answering the door.
It had been three days after the furor had died down when another knock came to her door. She had answered the door with the intention of telling off whoever dared invite her to *one* *more* *supergroup*.
What she had found was a girl who looked about two years older than her own apparent age, dressed casualy in a blouse and slacks. The girl had tilted her head to the side slightly, then asked, "Elizabeth Glorien?"
She still wasn't sure how, but the girl had gotten herself invited in, presented tea, and was sitting on her couch before she was quite sure of her name. "Raye Langley. You've had a rough few days, haven't you?"
"Yah. Heroes just can't take 'no' for an answer. I'm on the inactive line. Can't do anything while I'm on it." She rolled her eyes and glared out the window.
Langely smiled and sipped her tea carefuly. "I was under the impression that you were re-upped after your stunt at the university. That's what had everyone after you, you know. All of them were expecting another great show."
"A 'show'? I shoulda given 'em a show and set their rears on fire to move along." She rolled her eyes and looked over to her guest. "Sorry, but was there something ya came by for?"
"Acctualy, I'm here for probably the same reasons as those you want to set fire to." The girl set her cup down and folded her arms. "I told you my name is Raye Langley. I also go by Evangelia. I came here... 'of the clock' you might say, to show you that SG's aren't all 'duty and honor'." She smiled slightly. "Though I am partial to the whole 'Love and Justice' theme." Drawing a thin packet of paper out of her pocket and laid it on the tabel, she said, "I'm not begging. I'm not demanding. I'm just offering a place to rest, be among friends, and maybe cut loose every once in a while." She stood, nodded, and let herself out.
* * * * *
"And here I am, staring at a peice of paper, wondering at a choice," she sighed.
She had brought her ID and the paperwork out to the couch, and was staring at the bottom line, ready for her to sign her name.
"Its not like its really gonna change anything, right?" she growled, grabbing her pen and marking the line with a flourish. She sighed, "Well, that's that. Congratualtions, Brahela. Welcome to the Legendary."Without a word...

Aaran St Vimes, in his most recent update of THe GRanger Defense, had some comments about religion in HP, which I found quite entertaining.
See more:
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Christopher Angel, aka JPublic
The Works of Christopher Angel
"Camaraderie, adventure, and steel on steel. The stuff of legend! Right, Boo?"

the old thread was over 200 posts... that's way too much for my tastes...
Scion of Gryffindor and Bourne Again have new chapters up-Z, Post-reader at Medium
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If architects built buildings the way programmers write programs, the first woodpecker to come along would destroy civilization.
-Z, Post-reader at Medium
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If architects built buildings the way programmers write programs, the first woodpecker to come along would destroy civilization.

I'm trying a branch of the addventure idea and since AFAIK most of the fanfiction authors whole like Nanoha are on this board I wondered if anyone else would want to make a contribution.
addventure.bast-enterpris...77721.html
E: "Did they... did they just endorse the combination of the JSDF and US Army by showing them as two lesbian lolicons moving in together and holding hands and talking about how 'intimate' they were?"
B: "Have you forgotten so soon? They're phasing out Don't Ask, Don't Tell."

In an attempt to motivate myself to write more, I'm dusting off an old story that won't be finished until it's epic-length. I'll post it in chunks. Feedback, especially concrit, would be appreciated. Feel free to throw out speculation. I may even respond to some of it. It's not fanfic per se, but it does make side-references.
EDIT: sorry about that, folks. I ran afoul of some bizarre nonprinting termination characters.
First block as follows:
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It had been a long bloody day at the office. I work security for transdimensional customs in this little metaplane I call home, and while we don't have as many folks coming through as, say, Deva, we are something of a nexus for a number of the anime worlds. On the good side, that means that we have enough traffic to give a serious boost to our economy, technospiritual development and reality factor without our culture being utterly consumed by outside influences. On the bad side, it's anime. The vast majority of anime planar travelers are either prone to violence or downright evil. That's where I come in. Customs separates the good from the bad, gets people adjusted to working on our terms, and tries to make sure that we don't get overwhelmed by any one thing all at one go. I'm one of the folks providing the much needed muscle for those efforts.
In any case, enough digression. As I said, it had been a long bloody day at the office. We had to repel not one but two attacks by tentacle monsters from two entirely different dimensions, and the second one spawned a bunch of parasitic larvae that took over an hour to clean up even after we finished banishing it. I had to break up a fight between a little pig-tailed girl and some feral guy with burning purple hands, and go straight from that to reasoning gently with a squad of moronic katana bishonen who had challenged one of the inspectors to a duel of honor. Finally, just to cap the day off, some blasted backwater's idea of a supervillain managed to sleaze the mystic wards long enough to teleport into the city at large. That last one involved some serious paperwork for the boss, and he expressed exactly how he felt about it at the after-action review. I hate it when we let the boss down - it's not like his job doesn't suck enough by itself. A long bloody day.
So yeah, I get out to my car at about 7. It's a nice set of wheels - dark blue Saturn. It's not too expensive, it looks nice, it handles great, and gets good mileage. A few years old, but still hanging in there. Does what I tell it to, without fuss. Nice car. I pat it in a friendly fashion and murmur a few appreciative words to the inhabiting spirit, settle into the driver's seat, and head off down the road. The radio is playing Leonard Cohen, the traffic is moving at a fair clip, and for a brief, shining moment I start to unwind.
Then everything comes to a screeching halt, I nearly crash into the car in front of me, and I wind right back up again. Curses enough to curdle the blood of the unborn roll through my mind. I spin the dial over to news, and my day gets that much worse. The nice lady on the radio is talking about some freak that looks like a supervillain. He's running rampant through a few of the major interchanges, tossing bolts of chaos lightning. He's done a ton of property damage, shot the commute all to hell, and given a few elected officials headaches with his telepathic demands. Literally. Apparently he isn't good friends with the concept of fine control in his psionic powers. The best part about it is that apparently he's the guy who sleazed through Customs just a few hours ago. Wonderful! What a glorious cap to a glorious day. I hate being the thin black line some times. He doesn't seem to have killed anyone yet, but still.... I hate being the thin black line and failing.
So one of the superforce strike teams gets called in, and they manage to send the guy running and then give the highways makeshift repairs. They tried to run him down, but apparently his stealth powers are pretty good and he gave them the slip. With that mostly dealt with, the traffic mostly clears up, and It only takes me about two hours more than normal to get home. By the time I pull into the driveway, I'm done with the ugly little cycle of frustration, depression and self recrimination this sort of thing always sends me into, and now I'm just tired. I perform the parting ritual with my car - not well, but I'm sure she understands, and make my way up to my house. My hearth spirit greets me, and I ask for her report.
"Well, Domitor, there are the traditional monthly bills come in. Nothing out of the ordinary, and everything seems to be accurate. I can deal with those myself, if you would will it"
I nod and gesture assent-with-thanks
"You have a number of neighbors who have contacted you with respect to some disturbance at the highway interchanges earlier today." She notes my reaction. "I can appear to have lost those, if you would will it."
I wince, and gesture assent-with-thanks. It's nice to have an assistant who's willing to look incompetent from time to time. I already feel bad enough about the whole thing. I don't need anyone else jumping on my back about it.
"Finally as per your standing orders, I have given sanctuary to a young lady, who is now asleep on the couch."
Huh. Well, that's unusual. I give her formal dismissal, bow, remove my shoes, and enter. I figure that anyone sleeping on the couch isn't all that time critical, so I take a while to change out of the traditional plain black suit and thin black tie into a somewhat more comfortable worn blue jeans and flannel. I don't do well with normal social interaction while in uniform. It always makes me feel like I should be intimidating someone.
Once I've taken care of that, splashed some water on my face, and in general made myself feel a little less official and a little more human, I head down to deal with the new waif on the couch. I detour through the kitchen and snag some cheese and crackers, then into the living room...
...where I do my best pole-axed steer impression for a few moments before finding my way to a chair and remembering to breathe again.
She's not just any young lady, she's a mahou shouju. She's one of those cute little girls with mystic powers, who wear magical sailor suits with thematically appropriate accessories and fight against evil and wrong. She's maybe all of seventeen, and right now she's sleeping on my couch.
I just sit there and watch her for a while. Her chest rises and falls gently with each breath. Her face is angelic in slumber, and for a short while she seems to have found peace. That can't be common in her line of work.
"Hearth spirit."
"Yes, Domitor?"
"If anyone troubles her, destroy them utterly. Contact me regardless of success."
"Yes, Domitor."
"Dismissed."
I get up, carrying the miraculously unspilled cheese and crackers, and go back into the kitchen. No need to wake her. It's been a long and tiring day, after all. I'll just eat my snack and make an early night of it.

Came up with this one while giving this year's AC-Cubed Fanfiction panel. I may use her somewhere, but if anyone wants to grab her first, feel free...
Her family name is Suu. She's a top achiever in school; she's consistently in the top 5% on test scores and in athletics. She's kind, pretty, and witty. She's got a secret, but it's one that complements the secrets of the protagonists rather than putting her in conflict with them. Her given name is Mariko, but her friends - and everyone wants to be her friend - call her "Mari".
Now, the challenge is to (a) keep the readers from realizing for as long as possible that you've literally added a Mari Suu character to your story, and (b) get rid of her without it looking like an obvious set-up...

-Rob Kelk
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Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

The legendary is Full Up again. As per an earlier message, I kicked Frankie Fallout so we have 1 space. And I have removed Fae Wree Tail. She now runs Cross Roads - The Legendary - Beta Team. It's avaialble for Alts.
Should we be changing the 120 days to something shorter? Should we be restricting the number of toons a person has in The Legendary? Is there an easy way to solve this? I realize there is talk of the 75 aqccounts in stead of toons thing, but is there a date for it?
Anyway, Beta Team is available. All I wanted to say. Next time one of the Triumverate is on we should talk coalition.

-Cindy

Well, I did get permission from Drenivian first, but I 'kicked' Onyx Razor, inactive 118 days, from The Legendary.
BUT......
Please welcome our latest addition, Stephnie Jenova, played by @ Horned Dragon. Great RPer and you should meet Horned Dragon on Infinity. Really Cool Toon.
Welcome!
-Cindy