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The impact of the hit was strong enough to make her wince in pain and wave her hand around, therefore she barely managed to avoid the jabs that came afterwards. She quickly dropped to the ground, grabbed Matthew's leg and pulled it. Then, she rolled back.

"Don' try to stop me!" She warned him, looking for her lost weapon.

Freelancer's shield absorbed Ajax's strike, however the Titan had been pushed several inches back. Meanwhile, Hip was looking around, hoping to find any sort of makeshift weapon. She couldn't survive just on magic alone, and if Freelancer gets sent back to his Amulet...

The answer came quickly, when she spotted a broken table leg; somebody must've been going hardcore.

She grabbed the leg and whispered, "Formstaff." The table leg got covered in purple light, and elongated itself into a staff with a crook on one end and a spike on the other.

In the meantime, Freelancer pushed forward, trying to make Ajax retreat.

By the time the shield-type spell went down Navare was already moving away; Nickul's tail passed twenty centimetres before his chest, completely missing him. The hexagonal sigil appeared beneath the mage's feet this time; a second later a veritable hail of small spheres of light left the rifle's barrel, all aimed at the dragonborn. A few went high, only to double down and back, cutting his escape route, or at the very least requiring some creative dodging.

Mary Sue invasion? No, we never dealt with that. But perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea to bulk up External Security and Internal Affairs some more... I'll send Tacitus to do it later, then. Time is of the essence.

As for my future... it's complicated. It happened once, in an alternate timeline. Then travellers from that timeline came back and told us of the oncoming civil war. Naturally, it got complicated— efforts to prevent the civil war resulted in an even more insidious and aggressive DoE— and so after that conflict came to an end some close friends came back from the future to prevent the original timeline from being altered. And I'm caught in the middle, trying to make sure that the timeline doesn't revert back to the apocalypse scenario.

So technically, yes: we do exercise some control over the timeline. We just have to play our cards carefully...

What else can you tell me about your invasion? What happened? Was there an occupation?

-De Grasse

Go ahead and swing by my RC one day. I'm always down for tradin' stories.

But there is a reason why I'm not lettin' anyone take my blood or my organs. If you oh so desire demonic blood, I can summon a suitable specimen right under your very doorstep. Non pro bono of course.

While antimagic effects exist in my universe, I was fortunate enough to avoid them during my adventuring career.

Nevertheless, you have my thanks, good warlock. It is always a pleasure to speak to a fellow mage.

A pair of agents appeared before the table fort, seemingly out of thin air. The incredibly pale redheaded man had his hands in the pockets of his long coat, and was eyeing both Mia and Michael as if to decide which one should he go for first. The short, black-haired woman next to him was gently juggling one apple.

"Somebody wants to play with magic?" William Grey looked at Michael's wand. "As you wish then!"

The warlock spread out his arms, making the table fort slide away from the hidden team, and parting to the sides like the Red Sea.

VJ bit a piece of the apple off. "This is gonna be fun!"

Amris isn't haughty, though. It's just sick in the head and somewhat annoyed that people distract it from its artistic tendencies.

Here's the mailbox for Agents Yuuna Takamiya and Solvig Karinsdotter! :D

Edit You can also direct questions for DoSAT: T&A Technician Shui-Hua Liu and FicPsych Nurse Corinna Chan and her Pokémon here.

Honestly, most of them are okay. The Agent, Dis, Fish, and Morgan I don't know all that well, but the Agent and Dis are nice and Fish makes me laugh. Morgan's cool, I guess, but I don't know her as well as I'd like. The Reader and I are friends, of course, so we get on fine.

The Librarian, well. If you'd asked me a few months ago, I would have said the same thing about him as I would the Notary: insufferable. And a few other choice adjectives I probably shouldn't share. He's starting to grow on me, though. Not that I like him or anything. He's just tolerable.

Do you remember the team you used when you were in the Pokeverse? Were you part of a Nuzlocke Challenge?

What do you think about the 2009 reboot of Star Trek and its sequels?

I am lead to understand that you are of demonic heritage?
Pardon me for my less than orthodox request, but, you wouldn't happen to have a spare sample of your own blood about, would you?
I would be much obliged if you would be so kind as to send one to me.
There is no greater joy than the joy of furthering magical endeavors, after all!

~ B. B. Bingle

...coming to a stop in front of it. He readjusted his glasses, and observed the structure. The voice the device produced and the field led him to believe it was Nanoha!verse, but it's voice was neither English or German. He didn't have time to contemplate, as the field lowered, revealing his his target. It confirmed his suspicion, but he didn't give the guy time to react.

He rushed in, spreading the fins on the end of his tail. He used it as a flail to disarm the guy of his gun.

How is your magic's stabilization going? And what you and Sergio think about this new series for Card Captor Sakura.

Shows what I get for trusting Curff with the console.

As to your question, I'm fairly sure I'm Legends-verse, but I have no idea how it affects me. I haven't had much experience with the new canon, so I don't know how much my homefic clashes with it.

((I have no idea how that typo snuck in there. I even added Coruscant to my spellcheck just the other day.))

((I can picture them trying to pull the smug "well, my people are clearly superior to you primitives" thing on each other. Throw a Time Lord in there and the condescension will probably take physical form))

Now I asked this question to the Guardsman, I'm curious. How are you feeling about your fellow Council memebers?

Corolla (DoSAT), Sergio Turbo and Nikki Cherryflower (retired), and there'd be also Rayson Kerman (DoSAT), though considerign his stuff is still unreleased I don't know if he's gonna get any mail...

WE DON'T USE KEYBOARDS WHERE I'M FROM, ANYMORE.
IF YOU CAME FROM WHERE I CAME FROM, YOU'D BE NAMED CAT-ON-THE-BRAIN-COMPUTER-INTERFACE, AND THAT SOMEHOW DOESN'T ROLL OFF THE SPEAKERS AS WELL AS I'D HOPE.

DIAGNOSTICS JUST RECKONS I'M PUNCHING AT BUTTONS, STUPID THING.

• FINCH

Remember: I'm older than everybody on the Continuity Concil combined-- so show some respect to your elders, please.

Well, not only did the Doctor throw a vengeful Rassilon out into the outer edge of the spacetime continuum, he also shipped the rest of the High Council with him. Now, of course there's no way in hell that is going to come around and bite him in the ass but that's besides the point. A new government will form, probably full of men and women who have witnessed firsthand the War and who will want nothing to do with it. We were never a prolific race, but our numbers were severely affected by the War-- we can't afford to ignore parts of our population anymore. Besides, there were many Outsider military units that distinguished themselves over the course of the conflict: the Dry Lands Fusiliers, the 77th Airborne, and hell-- some of them even made it into the Marines. Their sacrifices won't be forgotten anytime soon. Point is-- I feel we're a lot more unified than before. We'll rise from the ashes and rebuild.

And our new role doesn't have to be active-- if we so much stick our heads out again, we're going to trigger a new Time War. The new government knows that and I doubt they'd strike when we have no desire to fight anymore.

But I suppose I'm biased. I sank three and a half millennia into fighting for the safety of the Homeworld-- I'm not going to let our second chance go to waste.

-E

Agent Michael was a bit more hesitant.

"Are you sure about this, Mia?" he asked, peeking out from behind the tables they'd set up as a tiny stronghold. "We could just leave. The door's right there."

Mia hurled an apple--they had captured a bag of them from the food line--at an exceptionally pale girl across the room, grinning as her mark fell. Then she turned to her partner with a flat look behind her sunglasses. "Just like you, Greenie," she said, hefting another apple. "This is a war zone. There's no leaving until the war's done."

Michael peeked out again in glum silence. They were, in fact, blocking the door with four tables set out in a rough square. He could have left easily. But it was best not to anger Mia--especially when she had ammunition so close at hand. With a sigh, he reached into his pocket and took out a Muggle-use wand. Maybe he could Stupefy everyone and end the fight that way. I just want some lunch, he thought, stomach growling. A mass of sticky mac and cheese, molded like a snowball, took him in the shoulder. That is not what I meant, he silently told the Ironic Overpower.

((-Alleb))

Neshomeh told me to ask you about the Fey Wine Incident (it kept popping up when I played Cards Against Headquarters with her and some other Boarders yesterday). Was it dangerous?

He would have done something, surely. As things stood, however, the task fell to Aparaat's Auto Guard function. The Device's gem flashed in time to some vaguely Dutch-sounding word and a hexagonal wall of hard light appeared between the still-dizzy mage and the dragonborn.

There was another flash of light — this time, centred on Navare — and suddenly he was wearing a spikier, more decorated version of his uniform. He looked decidedly less dizzy, although the long, black rifle that he held now was pointed at the floor.

Said dragonborn was clad in a pair of black swimming trunks, adorned with the Floaters flashpatch on the left leg. He was going for a bite, his mouth coated in electrity. One could assume this was his Breath Weapon. So basically, a thing with (probably) razor sharp fins and the ability to produce electricity was rushing the agent.

This was probably gonna suck.