This is me thinking about what would happen if we became our RAF personas. I don't fully know where I'm going with this and I'll need to pick some more brains but I think posting the for chapter won't hurt.
Christina sat stiffly-nosed at the bar. She hoped that her disguise would hold. Her sneeze was easily identifiable.
“I bet if I were to offer you a drink you won't take it,” a voice said from behind her.
Merlin, she thought with held-back emotions of hate. He would find me. “What makes ya so sure?”
“You have Christina's cell phone,” he explained. “Everyone else here has enough money for a 3G phone. What name are going by tonight?”
Christina scoffed. “Josefina Woodhouse.” She had used the name to get past security and into the party with the Cabal, or Merlin's political followers, to listen in on their conversations.
“I have another offer for you,” Merlin said.
Christina groaned. “You always have an offer that somehow ends with someone being blackmailed. Yvonne learned that the hard way. I won't make that mistake.”
“There are no downsides to this deal,” Merlin said in a convincing tone. “I happen to know your deepest dream.” He pulled out a blue cube.
Christina laughed at the sight of the morphing cube. “I'll humor you. You are offering the biggest spy that know the ability to be come a literal fly on the wall. No, you must mean to trap me in morph or something.”
“Well, I must have guessed your dream wrong because I have no idea what you are talking about.”
He was as old as the hills with no children so Nina was really not surprised. “You're right, since you're not even close. Because if this was my dream all I would have do is touch the box...” Christina trailed off as she felt a tingle go down my spine as she touched the box. “You know what, I'm going. All of your offers have bad endings.”
“Let me help you with your coat,” Merlin offered.
Christina snatched her plain long black coat away. “Mitts off!” She knew my cover was blown so she felt free to be myself. “Whatever you're up to I refuse to be a part of it.” Christina stormed out and retreated to the dirt and scum of the Subway.
Merlin's lips twisted in to satisfied smile. “But you are, Christina.”
Stephquiem, also known as Steph, and A Ghost You Know were typing away in the Bored Board in Richard's Animorph Forum. It was a party so every post counted toward there post count goals.
Ghost > I ban you for having a higher post count then me.
Steph > I ban you because I'm not number one yet.
Bear > I ban you for not reading the Our Summer Vacation thread. (He had just logged on and jumped in to the insanity of the board.)
Ghost > I ban you for posting while I was typing.
Steph > I ban you for not typing faster.
Ghost > I ban you because that it's not my fault.
Bear > I ban you to ask if anyone has seen Rad.
Steph > I ban you because she has not been on for hours and missing good posting time.
Bear > I ban you to thank you.
Ghost > I ban both of you for posting while I was typing.
Merlin gathered his closest cabal members around. “She will have powers too, but a member of her rank was needed to contract the virus.” He had yet to get to Hero Member status and couldn't wait.
“Isn't that dangerous?” Easten asked. “She protects Yvonne with her life.”
“She will lose her creditability when she claims to carry a Tok'ra,” Merlin explained. “All of you made a few posts to establish your personas?”
His three companions nodded.
“I'll make the post with the cyber version on the virus to her thread,” said Merlin as he pulled out his Blackberry. “When she views it the the to viruses will transform us.”
Josh, or Bear as he was known on RAF, kept posting in the Bored Board but opened another window to look at the Profile Threads. He knew what Rad called “work” and thought that she might be in danger some nights.
“I'm far more likely to be mugged in the subway,” he could remember her saying. “They don't want to kill me they just want to make my life so hard that I'll have no choice but to hand it over to them. I'm perfectly safe.”
Still no post from her, he thought. Wait! There is a new post in her thread. He saw that latest virus bearing post.
Yeerks-O-Lot> My offer to voice Wintium/Laurence for the OSV audio play still stands. It was nice to see you tonight even if you were in character.
Wow, she must gotten close to blowing her cover, Josh thought before typing his reply.
Bear> You met Rad. I'm jealous. I didn't know you were from her area.
Christina came home and went up the creaky steps to room only to had a coughing fit on the landing. She ran to her grandma's kitchen to get a spoonful of mustard to get rid of the feeling of having a cotton ball in her throat. “I hate being sick.”
She uncoiled her braid black hair. She would wash the temporary dye tomorrow morning. Of course, the only reason she wanted to do that was so she could log on to RAF before falling asleep. Her favourite RPGs were the first thing she checked. She could only type up a response in one before bed and choose Introduction Randomness, where she played herself. In a way...
Rad > Rad her lost control of her ship and her body. Now locked inside her mind by Ma'at, her only way to communicate with the outside world was Gymn. Don't fight David. Go back to RAF and tell them that I've been captured by David. Leave out the whole captured by Ma'at thing out of it for
Ma'at thought about how Rad was right again.
Christina's RAF persona was a mostly willing host to a Goa'uld named Ma'at. She thought that being a Goa'uld character on an Animorphs forum made her different.
She saw the online light next to Bear's name was lit up. I might hit another RPG that we are in together, she thought.
Next stop for her was the profile threads. Oh, new posts in my thread. She clicked her thread and started to feel a ripping feeling inside her. She read Yeerks' post before it became unbearable. Her eyes began to blur and burn. She ran to the bathroom to remove the the contacts in her eyes. You had to wear them, she scolded herself. As soon as her lenses were, out she fell to the floor with the room spinning around her.
<<What is happening?>> a voice inside her head shouted. A voice that Christina had imaged countless times before.
<<Ma'at?>> she asked back.
Merlin smiled. He had given the cabal his plan and began to feel the changes over take him. His eyesight was the first to go. The sound of the gasps of the cabal was the last thing he heard. His arms and legs disappeared; in fact, most of what made him different from a slug had disappeared. He had become a Yeerk.