Shh! I kinda wanna hear me talking right now!

Glory ,'The Killer In Me'


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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Elena - Jan 13, 2003 5:06:55 am PST #413 of 1100
Thanks for all the fish.

I managed to fit the entire Fuzzy Pumper Orthanc into the original box. It isn't pretty, but duct tape covers a multitude of sins.

"Where should we send it?" It's a quandry, you don't want just anyone to have this sort of thing. You want it to go to someone who'll appreciate it.

Brian looked up from the corner where he was industriously dust busting. "Give it to Clovis. He always wants minions."

"That's a thought. But Jilli won't like that."

"Never mind, then. I don't want to alienate Jilli. You never want to lose a friend who throws such great parties."

There is silence; or there would be, if the dust buster wasn't working overtime. Brian finally shuts the damn thing off.

"We could give it to Emmett. You know how he loves all things evil."

Huh. That is true; but, wait. "Yeah, but don't you think that Hec might get a little mad and stop coming around?" But I'm speaking to an empty room. Brian had grabbed the package and rounded the corner before I could finish the thought.

Ah, well. Hec's pique will only last as long as it takes me to make a hair appointment.

I settle down on the couch and pick up the remote. Oooh, Firefly.


Am-Chau Yarkona - Jan 13, 2003 5:07:07 am PST #414 of 1100
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

The magic is rising- it is ready to flow- my voices cracks a little, my throat is dry- it sloshes about a bit, undecided- and then I throw up.

Note to self: learn difference between 'can do magic' and 'knows theory of magic'.

I open my eyes and swallow with difficulty. Suddenly, I realise that what I'm looking at is not a small puddle of vomit, but something worse.

"Oh dear," Hector sighs behind me.

It's a full size zombie, its eyes rotting and its skin peeling. Literally. The thing is made of green jelly and apple slices.


Penny B. - Jan 13, 2003 8:01:10 am PST #415 of 1100
Nobody

I decide to leave Am-Chau to her magic, and get more information through a traditional source. I grab Miracleman's newspaper from the hall table and check out the headlines. Random bombings? I read the first few paragraphs, and am struck by how familiar the targets are from my own internal rantings. Hell on a stick. According to the paper, the evil twin phenomenon is fairly widespread, but considered generally harmless. Some people are even shopping with their twins. Why did mine go on a bombing rampage? Maybe it's because I never had a sister. I am extremely irritated by the unfairness of it all.

Behind me, Am-Chau's chanting gives way to the horrid sound of gagging. I turn to hand her another towel, only to be confronted by yet another green monster. I shriek and throw a towel at its face. The thing grins evilly.

"You startled me, you son of a bitch! Never do that to anyone again, EVER!"

As I mentioned, my ability to curse is not something I was trained to do. Nor is it terribly reliable. Sometimes, however, it is very effective, especially when I don't think too much about it.

The zombie jumps back a bit, then hangs its digusting, oozing head. I fix the creature with a very stern look. It opens Miracleman's door, then shambles off like a rotting penitent.

I don't try to stop it because, ew! Am-Chau is less than impressed.

"Hey, it's a temporary solution."


Miracleman - Jan 14, 2003 5:23:12 pm PST #416 of 1100
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

"All right, devils damn you, ALL RIGHT!!"

Heh. All the curses, all the charms, incantations and enchantments...

None of 'em add up to a combination of headlock and atomic wedgie.

"You're going back where you came from," I hiss in my double's ear. "You're going back and you're gonna work your damnable mojo from the other side and you WILL call all the other evil twins back or by all the gods in all the multiverse I will climb in after you and see if I can't hang these boxer-briefs by your godsdamned EARS!"

"Okay. OKAY!!" he screams as I tug upwards a little bit more.

"And if you see that bastard Aeshma, tell him I still have ideas for him that will make his stay in a mountain resort seem much more pleasant. Got that?"

"YES!"

I frog-march him to the nearest mirror and shove him through. He turns and glowers at me.

"Now that you've released me..."

I grab the frame of the mirror and prepare to hoist myself through.

"Just KIDDING!! Fuck! Get a sense of HUMOR!!"

"Do it."

He mumbles and gesticulates in dead and bloodcurdling languages. His image starts to shift and fade...

Just before he's gone, he sticks his tongue out at me. I flip him the bird.


elaris - Jan 14, 2003 9:38:11 pm PST #417 of 1100
skitter soft and memory, seed and growing

i stand very still. things shoot around the air. she speaks, and her words roll into the air lazily. things shoot around the air, the sound of cars and birds flapping wings, and bit by bit words are sticking to my skin. i use them. they crackle with satisfaction.

these are good words. the private theater of my body.

a passing thought separates itself from a cloud laden low with rain, and snags on my hair.

it tears at me. catches my sleeve, it pulls and tugs, insistent.

no no no.

this place. it is warm and green and the sun flickers and comes back again. this place. grass itches the bottoms of my feet. i have feet. pale summer. sun fire. my feet feel grass promising itself, from under cement and asphalt and stone and the layers of the street, my feet feel the yawning, tickling message of the grass and i will not leave.

a misspent.

a diamond oiled. snake's breath. an afterthought. a malcontent.

a rage.


Penny the Black - Jan 15, 2003 1:30:58 pm PST #418 of 1100
I will smite you.

I have enough stuff for one more bomb, so I decide to use it well. I can't think of a better target than the HQ of the paper that just referred to me as a "Mad Bomber".

I've got it down to less than 10 seconds now. Bottle, match sling. I watch the bottle arc in a glorious curve towards the bland, brick building. It glitters in the sun as it spins. I am overwhelmed with a feeling of calm and satisfaction at a job well done.

Also - a stabbing pain in my chest. What's happening? Oh, fu. . .


DXMachina - Jan 15, 2003 6:46:54 pm PST #419 of 1100
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

(Psst, elaris, if you're going to use the <i> tag to start every line, you need to use a </i> tag at the end of every line...)


Rebecca Lizard - Jan 15, 2003 9:22:13 pm PST #420 of 1100
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket

Ah! Sorry, DX. The original post had just one t i at the beginning and one t /i at the end, but when I pressed the post button, it looked like only the first line was italicized. I figured there was some auto-closing going on, but I guess I was confused.


Nilly - Jan 19, 2003 5:44:57 am PST #421 of 1100
Swouncing

t disturbing in the middle of the story I don't have nearly enough of that English thing to become a citizen of Sang Sacre, but it doesn't damage in any way my enjoyment of reading and lurking. It's a great thread to catch up on, even for a non-participant. That is all. You may return to your regularly scheduled world. t /disturbing


Penny B. - Jan 19, 2003 9:18:52 am PST #422 of 1100
Nobody

Ack. Head rush. I feel a popping in my ears and a wave of dizziness. It lasts only a second, and I'm better. Much better. Stronger, snarkier, more complete. Ahhhh.

I turn to Miracleman who is about to moon his own mirror.

"Hey. Who in hell is Aeshma?"

(Hi, Nilly!)