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"You have no outstanding traits."
Date: 2008-01-14 07:02 pm (UTC)----------
"Dear Miss Jones," the letter began and Angel could actually hear the snotty, superior voice in her head as she read it.
"We appreciate your submission to our 2008 edition; however, it is our considered opinion that while your composition is adequate and subjects dynamic, you have no outstanding traits." Yeah, well, you try taking pictures while pulling a kid out of a burning building, jerk.
"We wish you the best..." The rest of the letter went up in blue flame. This must be how Superman felt.
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Date: 2008-01-14 08:25 pm (UTC)Re: "You have no outstanding traits."
Date: 2008-01-14 08:27 pm (UTC)To get what you want, you must commit yourself forever to dark forces
Date: 2008-01-14 07:14 pm (UTC)"A trade." Wanda's voice was hard. "Me for her."
N'astirh blinked at the woman, his inhuman face betraying no expression. "You would give your life for the Darkchilde?" he hissed at last.
"Yes." The woman stood tall and unflinching, despite the swarms of demons around them. The same demons that had overrun the rest of the team, forcing them to retreat while Amanda was still able to hold the way open. "She's just a girl. Imagine what you could do with the power of chaos behind you."
"Yesss, Chthon's vessel. You have much power, woman." N'astirh considering the blonde girl he held, claws wound through her hair, blood seeping from her nose. Illyana was beyond pale, and the bruises from the beating she'd received already stood out starkly. He opened his mouth to speak again, when a new voice broke the scene.
"Not her. Take me." Stephen Strange's voice rang out across Limbo's blighted landscape. "Let them both go, and I will serve you, Nastirh. For eternity."
"Stephen, no, don't..." Wanda's protest was cut off by the demon's reply.
"Willingly, magician? You would serve me body and soul?"
The former academic nodded. The demonic hoardes parted as he walked forward, to stand before the throne of Limbo. "I would serve you, body and soul," he repeated, and then sank to his knees. "Master."
Re: To get what you want, you must commit yourself forever to dark forces
Date: 2008-01-14 08:15 pm (UTC)Re: To get what you want, you must commit yourself forever to dark forces
Date: 2008-01-14 08:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-14 08:31 pm (UTC)"Very well, class, you may begin your exam..." Crystal paused in her announcement as a flame-haired girl skidded into the classroom, nearly upsetting the potted plant near the door in her haste to get inside.
"Sorry." Angel grinned breathlessly, plopping down in her seat. A quick glance at the clock showed she was late, but just barely, and really it was for the best, since she had been positively starving and couldn't have made it through class without a quick snack beforehand. She pulled out her notebook and assorted pens and pencils, freezing only when she heard Crystal say, "As I was saying, you may begin your exam now."
What?!? Looking around at her fellow classmates, Angel noticed that they had a rather intimidating-looking stack of papers in front of them. A rather intimidating-looking stack of papers that were shortly in front of her as well, as Crystal set the test on top of Angel's notebook and returned to the front of the room. Some modicum of relief came when she saw that everyone else had pulled out their textbooks and were thumbing through them in search of answers. Sweet! Open-book test. I'm saved.
Except, of course, she wasn't. Of all the days to forget my book... Oh well. Angel sighed and got to work on her test, chewing on the eraser-end of her pencil. At least it was better than that weird dream where she showed up to class naked. That would suck.
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Date: 2008-01-14 08:43 pm (UTC)"You will have social problems within your home."
Date: 2008-01-14 09:48 pm (UTC)"Hussy? Jezebel? Scarlet woman?" Yvette looked up from her thesaurus at Angel, whose hair was literally aflame, as she paced around the suite.
"Yes! All of the above! I mean, and HIM! Asking her! Right in front of me!" She stopped and pouted, blowing a lock of hair out of her eyes with a sigh of blue flame. "Boys suck. And... grr!"
"If it is not to be prying?" Yvette said softly, "You and Julio are not the dating for quite some time, yes? Perhaps you are being... how do you say, green-eyed monster?"
Folding her arms, Angel sat down in midair, floating on a thermal updraft and continuing to pout. "Dances are the suck," she announced.
Yvette simply nodded and tucked her invitation lower in her book as she kept reading.
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Date: 2008-01-14 09:49 pm (UTC)Re: "You will have social problems within your home."
Date: 2008-01-14 09:51 pm (UTC)You will soon be drowning in the great waters.
Date: 2008-01-15 03:44 am (UTC)"I'm sure it hates you too, eh?" Garrison had found a pair of sunglasses, and had his feet up on the opposite side of the raft. "Don't steam. You'll melt the raft, and then you'll be drowning again. And we'll both get the shouty-voice."
Angel plopped over in the raft, and did her best not to melt anything. "I'm hungry." she said, totally aware that she was whining and not caring. Canada was grey and full of snow and it had evil moose. Evil stowaway moose who had snuck on the plane and made it crash.
"So eat something." Garrison stretched out in the raft, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the pair was floating in an inflatable liferaft in the middle of a lake in the middle of a Canadian winter.
"I can't! There's no food! It was in the plane!" Angel glared at Garrison, who didn't glare back. Which only made her more mad. "You could get mad! Or worry! Or something! Being all super-calm is super-freaky and it's totally freaking me out!"
Garrison lowered the sunglasses, and sat up just enough to look Angel in the eye. "I'm calm because I know two things. One, before we crashed, Professor Xaiver contacted me to say that Cyclops and Storm were on the way in the big super-jet. And Two, if you weren't so angry at the moose, we'd have been on land half an hour ago. Anger leads to the dark side. Which in your case leads to forgetting you can fly."
Angel managed to look embarrassed, sheepish and irritated all at once without bursting into tears or flames. "How far away are they now?" she asked, flicking some water from her soaked sweater at Garrison.
"About five minutes, give or take. Not long at all, eh?"
Angel was hovering over the lake, and the hole she'd melted in the raft was rapidly filling it with water before she looked down and asked "You can tread water for five minutes, right? EH?"
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Date: 2008-01-15 12:25 pm (UTC)"You will not advance far with your meager abilities"
Date: 2008-01-15 03:46 am (UTC)She looked around, commending each of them to whatever might await them beyond the veil, and then she reached out with her powers deeper than she'd ever done before, the red coiling around her hands, up her arms, and limning her entire body in scarlet. Her power sliced through the very molecular bonds of everything within eyesight.
"Who said anything about advancing?" she murmured, and then the warehouse imploded.
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Date: 2008-01-15 12:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-15 02:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-15 06:36 pm (UTC)