I'm a single undead gal trying to make it in the big city. I have to start somewhere and they're evil here. They don't judge. They've got necro-tempered glass. No burning up. A great medical plan, and who needs dental more than us?

Harmony ,'Conviction (1)'


Sang Sacré

The fictional Buffista City. With a variety of neighborhoods, climates, and an Evil Genius or two, Sang Sacre is where we'd all live if it were real. Jump in -- find a neighborhood, start a parade, become a superhero. It's what you make it.

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Aims - Dec 31, 2002 9:39:31 am PST #236 of 1100
Shit's all sorts of different now.

I'm afraid I don't. One of the reasons I need to pay a visit to Miracleman. But, yes, he loves smoked turkey. Actually, he loves any kind of turkey.

You see Penny, long ago, before he came to this place, Miracleman trained in the strange land of Michigan. I also was training there at the request of my mother. You see, I was born with the power and mummy thought I needed to be taught to use it responsibly. Anyway, I met him there and he and I became, oh, I guess "involved" you could say. Anyway, to make a short story long and boring, I kind of jilted him. Well, he's quite revengeful. In matters of the heart anyway. And, I can be quite, oh, explosive. Without getting into too many details of the terrible argument we had, he took away my powers and put me in this outfit. I can't take it off. You've seen The Wizard of Oz? You know how when the witch tries to take the shoes off of Dorothy and she gets zapped? One of his favorite tricks. I about burned my boobs off the first time I tried to change.

I imagine that he knows I'm here. He's forever doing location spells on me. Lojack in a satin bra.

I shake my head and gulp down the coffee Penny has ordered for me. Anyway, I figure 15 years in this is enough. I want it to be red now.

Hey, that guy I'm not supposed to be looking at is staring at us.


Penny B. - Dec 31, 2002 9:46:13 am PST #237 of 1100
Nobody

Wow. Aimee has quite the exciting life. I'm from Northern Canada, and all we get is the occasional Warg attack, and, of course, the frequent plagues of federal goblins. A lingerie curse is certainly new to me. I want to ask about the garterbelt, but feel it would be rude at this early stage of our friendship.

She mentions the guy in the corner, who is now on his third plate of waffles. I draw a compact out of my back and do the old look-with-the-hidden-mirrow trick. The waffle fancier is hooded but I swear his eyes are glowing. I think we'll need a bit more liquid courage.


Aims - Dec 31, 2002 9:47:33 am PST #238 of 1100
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Glowing eyes have always squicked me. Liquid courage? Bring it on. I'll have a brambleberry mead to go with my waffles please. And make it a triple.


Aeshma - Dec 31, 2002 9:52:47 am PST #239 of 1100

One of the patrons of the eating establishment has the taint of my foe's magic about her. She appears to notice me staring or perhaps it's just that black eyes and pointy ears are not common in these parts.

I pay for my meal with a little gold coin that won't last for long. On my way out, I let a fingertip brush the tainted one, just enough to leave a mark that I can trace later if needed.

Outside, I'm greeted by utterly horrible bright sunny weather. With a brief incantation to call upon the power of some of the less pleasent members of the underworld, dark clouds start to roll in. That's better, now I can concentrate on finding a suitable place to settle in and start making some minions.


Aims - Dec 31, 2002 9:55:13 am PST #240 of 1100
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Penny? Did you just feel that? Felt like a spirit being passed behind me.


Penny B. - Dec 31, 2002 9:56:27 am PST #241 of 1100
Nobody

I feel a bit of a chill, but maybe that's because the weather is going to hell. We'd better get to Miracleman before a serious storm sets in.


Aims - Dec 31, 2002 9:59:16 am PST #242 of 1100
Shit's all sorts of different now.

I agree. Let's jam.


Penny B. - Dec 31, 2002 10:02:31 am PST #243 of 1100
Nobody

Aimee and I grab out stuff and head out of the tavern. We check all the roads ahead, but see no sign of the wraithy one. We don't need to ask directions to find Miracleman. I am guided by infallible instinct, she by the call of magic.

Of course, anyone could find Miracleman's tower now; lighting is shooting from the weathervane up into the sky.

Say, Aimee, what's the market for teachers like around here?


Miracleman - Dec 31, 2002 10:05:08 am PST #244 of 1100
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

"...the what?"

"The Axe of Gor-Thraun the Maker. It's a dwarf axe."

"Is this it?"

"No, that's the Axe of Nibbelungingungingung. Try the hall closet."

Clouds rolling in, hellish spam, a bra...

...a bra? What?

The niggling little voice in the back of my head has been jumping up and down and waving its arms for some time now. I let it talk.

Oh, crap on a cracker. For the luvva all the demonic hordes of Ur-Mu. By all the stone-cracking thunderous shouts of the Dark Giants Beyond The Mountains.

Shit.

Her? But that was...that was all...

I never did lift that curse did I? You know how it is, so busy, things slip by...

She's probably really pissed.

"HECTOR! We need to strengthen those wards and barriers NOW!"

"How strong?"

"As though all the darkness in all the worlds has decided to sell us Amway...today!"


Aims - Dec 31, 2002 10:08:40 am PST #245 of 1100
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Teachers? Good ones? I heard excellent. Those without powers tend to not last long.

Hey! Does that boogey man guy still hang around Miracleman?