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"Augh!" She squeezed her eyes shut and found her head jolting forward, narrowly missing bashing Lady Alleb with her antlers. Oh, Void, what was so painful? Why was she hurting? She felt like... like that time she'd tried to fix the Casstech and had been royally shocked. All her muscles were quaking; it was almost all she could to to stay upright.

(She, ah. I haven't actually thought about that much. I've been meaning to write a slightly-extended document detailing how she and Lu met, some memorable moments from a smattering of universes (actual badfics optional), and sort of generally fast-forward to when C comes in. I may go back and write a few missions from 'before' eventually, but... well.)

(Also, how long have they been talking?)

She walked here, she walked there, she walked up, she walked down. Duane never actually said that he didn't know where he was, but Lou was deeply aware that he didn't. He tended to get quiet and sweary, when he didn't know things and didn't want Lou to know that he didn't know those things.

'Gosh, Duane. Since you don't know where Narrary-Gondy is-' she paused, grinning at Duane, waiting for him to stop swearing quietly. 'I'll have to ask someone. Who knows things, Duane.' So she stepped along, a skip in her step and a smile on her face. Her plan went as follows:

Step 1: stop when I find someone who looks like they know things.

Step 2: ask them about those things they know (like 'Where's Nareygwondlir?')

Step 3: have a great date with Nphfaregondir and get married and have babies (not right now, maybe a bit later)

The plan was unstoppable, as far as Lou saw it. No matter what butt-things Duane said with his butt-mouth.

She stopped almost instantly, quivering in the air like an arrow that's just hit a target. She looked to her side. There was a man with sunglasses, sitting at a table, some woman opposite to him. A brief wave of something cold and clammy and dark that might have been terror swept through her and disappeared when it hit the other side. He looked like the type of person who knew things. Duane wanted her to walk away and find someone else, for some reason.

'Hello!' she said to the man who looked like he knew things. 'Hi, I'm Lou. I was wondering if you knew things?'

Duane really wanted her to walk away and find someone else. That was a bit odd, Lou thought.

((Oh, also, Aegis gave the thumbs-up in DM. So we can go right ahead!))

"They pull things towards you, and with the rules of my home universe, I'm sure you know how varied these things can be."

((Wanna start Ami and Sonia's schtick here? I'm good to go whenever.))

"Just another badfic recruit from a wildly popular game," said the Pegasus Knight with a smile. "I'm a Pegasus Knight, which is pretty much what it sounds like. I still take Flora out for a flight every now and then. Gods knows she loves to stretch her wings."

"That would be nice. My partner, Sir Jesse, and I have been largely limited to The Lord of the Rings and The Chronicles of Narnia so far. Neither of us are familiar enough with anything else," she admitted. "What continua do you usually work in, Captain?"

((I'm still amused by the fact that Steele is a space ship captain. Alleb's home country doesn't even have a navy.

-Alleb))

"Who knows - maybe someday, the Flowers will see fit to put us on a mission together!" The cervitaur's everything seemed to have become more buoyant somehow. Excitement at work, most likely.

"It's been a bit since I read the books," he added.

((-Alleb))

"I possess a pair of Oculator's Lenses, Tracker's Lenses, and Voidstormer's Lenses. Of course, I did not bring them with me tonight, the Oculator's Lenses most of all. That would be unspeakably rude."

She cast around frantically for a topic of conversation--an awkward pause here would be horrible--and said, "What Department do you work in, Captain? I am in the Department of Floaters."

((Ehehe.

-Alleb))

Steele smiled. "A nice game, but not one most people would introduce to their parents."

(This is going to be most entertaining.)

(Oh, and, uh. Steele has a reason for saying that Trials isn't a game most would introduce to their parents. It's a bit... risqué. Check it out at your own discretion.)

"Oh, good. I was a bit worried." He took a drink of coffee. "What Lenses do you have, if you don't mind my asking?"

((-Alleb))

His good humor was restored a bit, and he added, "You need not worry about your chair vanishing from beneath you, nor being bludgeoned by a stray fish, unless it would make sense for that to happen, of course. I am, however, an Oculator, and managed to retain a few Lenses when I arrived."

He nodded, then took a sip of coffee. "So, you said you're an Occulator?" he asked. He paused for a moment, as if he'd just realized there was something just about to bite him. "Uh, are you a Smedry, by any chance?"

((-Alleb))

Jon jumped slightly at Lirene's words, even though she was walking calmly beside him and had been since they'd left their RC. "Oh--yes, Lirene Sedai." Even after being partnered with him for over a year, she had to suppress a wince at his voice. It sounded like desiccated leaves being pushed across stone by a whistling wind. Not at all the kind of voice you want to bring on a date. Jon fished in the pocket of his sunshine-yellow robes, then pulled out a pair of Ray-Bans. He stuck them on his face, then turned to look at her, cautiously hopeful.

"Much better," she said, smiling slightly. She still wanted to shudder as his eyeless face turned towards her and saw, but it was a little more manageable with the glasses. It felt very strange to be walking so calmly beside a Myrddraal, but Jon was harmless. He practically fainted at the sight of blood--even Sue blood. He nervously adjusted his lank black hair, trying to make it hang appealingly. That was impossible. Lirene briefly considered placing a Mirror of Mists on him, to make him look human, but she didn't. He'd firmly rejected the idea of using the disguise generator to alter his appearance--it was the only thing she'd ever seen him firm about--and she didn't want to slight him.

"I think this is the place, Lirene Sedai," Jon said, stopping in front of a handsome mahogany door.

A year later, and he still uses the honorific, she thought. It was sweet, if anything about a Myrddraal could be thought sweet. "I believe you are right, Jon," she said. "There are no female channelers inside that I can sense. You should be fine."

Jon tapped his fingers together, frowning at the door. He looked remarkably like a young pangolin. He started. "Oh," he said, then reached forward to open the door. His movements were fluid and snake-like, as always; so at odds with his gentle personality.

Lirene walked into the dimly-lit room, appreciating the subtlety of it. She was Cairhienen, after all. Though, she thought, glancing down at the bright green of her dress, with its yellow slashes, I do still have more of the Foregate in me than anything.

She took her invitation card from her belt pouch, but found no new directions on it yet. By the twist of his pale lips, Jon had no directions either. "Come," she said, walking to an empty table. "We will wait together."

She hoped she wouldn't be forced to bind anyone in Air to keep them from killing her partner. It was always such a hassle afterwards.

((A new agent pair joins the fray! I'm just experimenting with them. They're from The Wheel of Time, if anyone is curious. Jon is a Myrddraal, though he's had a personality added (obviously), and Lirene is an Aes Sedai. It should be noted that, despite his demeanor, Jon really is terrifying to look at. A common phrase in WoT is "The look of the eyeless is fear." It's an involuntary reaction, almost, to something clearly inhuman.

Also, Aegis: Larfen and I were wondering if it'd be okay to pair Lou up with Jon? She's has been idle for a bit and we both think she and Jon will be a lot of fun to write together.

-Alleb))

It was a hissing, static-sounding thing, and it was gone in a second. But it had been there. 'Can-t argue with that, I-ve never had comfy shoes, myself, either.'

He straightened himself out, turned back to face her. 'Don-t have a fandom, don-t have a continuum. Nonexistent bloody character from a nonexistent bloody story, that-s what I am. He looked a bit off to the side. 'I was probably a joke character in it, anyway. Good bloody riddance.'

He turned his ocular back up, facing her. 'You-ve been here for a while, haven-t you?' People tended to be a bit more surprised than she was being when they were exposed to Finch. Unless they were like Bingle, who had been around for so long that nothing in existence struck them as odd, anymore. The possibility that maybe she was new, and was just a very nice person in general swooped and flew past Finch's head, which would have probably had a hard time of accepting it, anyway.

((looks upon wiki no more

I'll see if I can find it. Certainly seems worth reading! It'd be nice to fall in love with it, anyhow. That's always nice. ))

If people continued to ask like this, he might as well stop trying to keep from bringing the topic up. But, in the meantime, he needed to answer. "I, like many agents, arrived by plothole. This particular hole was caused by a combination of Canonquakes and the Sue who had taken up residence with the regiment I was assigned to," he said.

"I mean, it's better than wondering if Louisville is going to be destroyed this week, or what the Kingdom is going to try next, or any of that, but... it could be better." He hid his expression with a sip of coffee. "So, uh, what about you? How'd you end up here?"

((-Alleb))

"I know of Worm. It does seem to me that the PPC would be preferable." He wondered if the young man sitting across from him hid the kind of secret that caused a trigger event, but knew better than to ask. It was a bit of a sobering thought, but the conversation could probably be steered away from such a personal topic without being rude. "I take it you enjoy life here, then?" he asked.

They circled back to nest in his hair, decided it wasn't all that comfortable, and flew away again. Apecian grinned. "Close, but not exactly," he said. "I'm a Homunculus, so a foot's not a big deal." He paused, and his smile faded a little. "Uh, that's not gonna be a problem, is it?" At last, some of the downsides of running on Soul Power threatened to manifest.

He wasn't very good at comforting people, and he had no experience at all in comforting ponies, but he figured he should at least try--Ami had been nothing but pleasant. "Backstory don't matter," he said, shaking his head. "It's what ya do with the future that matters." He reached into his coat and pulled out a metal flask, then paused. "Uh, I was gonna offer you some 'a this... can you drink whiskey?"

((Aw, Ami. She's such a sweetheart.

-Alleb))

"You're from a Brandon Sanderson universe!?" he exclaimed. He beamed. "That's awesome! He's my favorite author--me and my sister, actually. Aw, and you're a magic-user? Man, that is so unfair!" he chuckled, then remembered that Michael had asked him a question. "I'm from Worm. It's a superhero series. Pretty dark. I'm kinda glad I ended up here, really. Better than getting smushed by an Endbringer, y'know?" He looked down at his mug.

((In which Michael shows that he is, indeed, half of my author avatar.

-Alleb))

"Written by Wayne Thomas Batson. And you?"

((Pfft, starship captains? Nope! This is gonna be fun!

-Alleb))

"I am an Oculator, from the Alcatraz Smedry universe. It is, unfortunately, rather obscure, but I find the books enjoyable." Would asking the same be too intrusive? No, the conversational door was open, it was safe. "If you do not mind me asking, what universe do you come from?"

"They told me I'm my author's 'ponysona', but since she never wrote anything solid about me I kinda fell through a crack in reality. All I remember is waking up in HQ and realizing that I couldn't remember my family." Ami looked at the floor for a moment. "Worst and weirdest day of my life. Watching season one of my show helped. ...Sometimes I wonder whether meeting my author would answer my questions about me. Then I remember it'd probably break the universe first and move on."

She hadn't meant to share that, but the words had come out anyway. "I know people fall through plotholes to get here all the time. That's how my partner Chris got here; we basically got partnered for convenience and because we actually had some common ground. I just...well, I wish I had a better backstory, you know?"

((Well, that escalated quickly.))