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Animorphs Section => Animorphs Role Playing => Topic started by: Estelore on June 05, 2008, 12:40:13 PM
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The Rules are simple:
No God-modding
The character that you play is...yourself...as we know you on RAF.
Keep it PG or thereabouts, okey?!
Cool.
Let's start!
I'll give a loose profile, with openings for personality clashes. FunfunFUN! Remember: what happens in the S.O. STAYS in the S.O.
Don't abuse this thread for personal conflicts, please. Any opinions that we state in this thread are totally irrelevant outside this thread. If, for instance, I call someone a potential mortal nemesis, it is because I think that it would be fun to act out a fictional fight with them, not because I don't like them. I like all of you.
Estelore
Personality: Lovable, arrogant, potentially the nicest sociopath that you will ever have the good fortune to meet.
Species: Sentient humanoid embodiment of a star, impersonating a human.
Love interest(s): Toomin, Shanker, Tyler
Potential rival(s): Anna, Jayne, Claire
Potential mortal nemeses:RedBaron, Esplin 9466
May be my evil twin: Ken ;)
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Ken
Personality: Creative and sensitive around parents, yet obnoxious, impulsive and sarcastic when with friends.
Species: Human
Love interest(s): Anna
Potential rival(s): Tim and Matt
Potential Mortal Nemeses: Rob
May be my evil twin: (Why am I yours, Este...?) I don't know...
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Ken, you are almost exactly opposite of my personality. Where I am downright strange and very vehement about my opinions, you are calm and mild-mannered, with a 'normal'-ish personality.
It seemed to fit.
Plus, I think that it would be rather funny.
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"Calm and mild-mannered" Haha...I'm Clark Kent...Yeah, I guess it does fit, and it would be funny...but, wouldn't that make you my evil twin? And, you're a star, so that would make it extra funny...
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True...true...*ponderponderponder*
Well, does an evil being consider herself evil?
I can justify virtually everything that I do, even to Isaac Asimov. >:D
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Some evil beings do, in fact, consider themselves evil.
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Personality: bad girl that acts good ( i think)
Species: ....
Love interest(s): Ken and RYTX (hehe)
Potential rival(s): not sure...
Potential Mortal Nemeses: Daniel
May be my evil twin: they're still long lost at this point
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Love interest(s): Ken and RYTX (hehe)
And that is why I listed him as my nemeses...
Anna, I think your personality in the old one was like a bad girl that acts good...
From RAF Classic Soap:
Cool. I'm head of the Croen EWAO. Environtment/World Activist Organization.
I'm guessing I'm boosting my age up a bit then? 'Cause, otherwise, it'd be my dad owning it and me just doing some stuff for it and being really rich because of it. Also, it'd make more sense if Anna and I were just dating. And if that is so, then our relationship should be secret because of the following two reasons:
1) They don't approve of me being with an older girl.
2) They think her innocence is an act and don't want me "corrupted" by her.
...I've been thinking about it.
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Shanker
Personality: Sarcastic, irritating, pathological liar, nerdy
Species: Vampire with a soul (just because I can)
Love interest(s): Estelore, Claire
Potential rival(s): Toomin, Tyler
Potential mortal nemeses: Becht, Tyler
May be my evil twin: none to my knowlege
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You know, we only have love interests, rivals and mortal nemeseses (yeah, I did that on purpose), but no friends...
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Soap opera stars don't have friends. They usually end up killing them and transplanting their hearts into their ailing love interests.
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so when do we start this?
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Why not now?
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I sat at the table in the bistro calmly, sipping my Dr. Pepper, observing a man out of the corner of my eye.
There was a dark and mysterious atmosphere about him, and I couldn't resist the urge to mess with his brain. I stood up and walked over to his table, sitting across from him. I instantly got the impression that he was no more human than I was, but I couldn't place his species.
"Hello. I haven't seen you around here. I'm Estelore. What's your name?" I pronounced my own name like two seperate names, the custom among these humans.
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"Shanker," I replied to the strange girl who sat across from me. She was quite pretty, but there was something off about her. "You don't smell human," I said taking a swig from my mug of blood, "what are you?" I asked calmly.
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Well! Blunt, indeed!
"I'm a Star. I suppose that you are a vampire? Either that or you are just drinking unusually thick cranberry juice and have an unusually good sense of smell. I wonder what I smell like to you...probably like a book of matches, or perhaps a propane torch?"
I couldn't quite decipher his expression, but he seemed vaguely amused.
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Personality: Quirky, Lovable Dork
Species: Human(ish)
Love interest(s): Esplin, Claire
Potential rival(s): Esplin, Jayne, Claire, Tyler
Potential mortal nemeses: Jayne, Tyler
May be my evil twin: Jayne
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Jayne
Personality: Dark, sadistic, borderline evil/psychotic
Species: Witch (burn her!)
Love interest(s): Tyler, Claire
Potential rival(s): Tyler, Jax
Potential mortal nemeses: Jax, Tyler
May be my evil twin: Jax
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A star? What the hell was that bloody star doing in MY bistro? Not to mention Shanker, that damn vamp. I needed that blood for a potion! He was lucky I had the place laced with anti-violence charms or he'd be a pile of dust. I walked out from behind the counter to confront the two, but then I ran into him.
"What are you doing here Jack?"
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I smiled, this girl was funny, and usually when they find out about the whole creature of the night thing, they run screaming in the other direction.
"A star eh?" I said, playing along, "which galaxy are you from?" strangely though, she was right about the smell, a combination of sulfur and gas, smelled almost like hell. Well, this could turn into an interesting encounter.
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"What do you think?" I said, placing my hand on my obviously very pregnant belly. "I mean really, this is a step too far."
"What makes you think I did it?" Jayne spat back. Thanks to all the damn hormones in my system I couldn't stop myself from slapping her.
"Fix it damn it!" I yelled. I could almost feel the entire bistro staring at me.
"I can't, you're too far along." Jayne said rubbing her face.
"And where is it supposed to come out?" Jayne thought for a second.
"If you can figure out who's kid it is I might be able to fix it." I broke down crying.
"I just want some pickles and ice cream." Damn hormones.
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(meh figured I'd post something, even if it is nothing lol)
I was sitting near the front of the library, waiting for Ken to show up. We were supposed to meet here and then head off to dinner. He was late. I hated it when he was late. I sighed and made my way to the counter. After checking out my books, I walked out into the bright sunlight. Squinting I looked around for Ken. Nope, nowhere to be seen. I went and sat down on the bench near the entrance, and waited. Good thing I had a book to read, it might be a while.
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I was running to the library. God, why am I always late? Stupid petition my dad gave me. Took me forever to get those signatures. I finally made it to the library, but I couldn't see her. I looked around inside and then finally noticed her right next the the entrance. Wow, I'm oblivious. I walked over to her and sat next to her.
"Hey, Anna," I greeted, panting. "Sorry I'm late."
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"Oh come on Jack, get up." Great, now I had to deal with man-pregnancy. Not to mention the fact that everyone was staring at us. This was going to drive my business into the ground.
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A sweaty Ken came up to me.
"Hey, Anna, sorry I'm late."
I smiled and marked my place in my book. After putting it away I stood up.
"It's no big deal Ken, your always late," I said jokingly. "Well, what do you say we get going?"
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I tentatively raised my hand.
"It MIGHT be mine...I don't know...I WAS awfully inebriated...but if it turns out to be a pea****, then it belongs to that kid with the multicolored hair and the funny teeth."
I turned to the vampire sitting across from me.
"Actually, I'm from the third horizontal quadrant in the northeast sector of this very galaxy. My larger self is roughly thirty-seven thousand light-years from this planet. Don't worry. I won't turn you to dust...you're the only other immortal that I've met in a LONG time."
I didn't tell him that the last immortal I'd seen was the Ellimist himself, nearly two million years before Earth was formed from space-dust.
I heard a faint hissing sound, which ended in a loud POP as my soda bottle exploded.
I must have forgotten to lower my body temperature back to the accepted norm of this planet, and the Dr. Pepper had boiled in the sealed bottle. Some of the scalding liquid had flown across the table, singing and staining Shanker's dark shirt.
"I'm terribly sorry, Shanker! I haven't had to regulate my surface temperature since I visited Ganymede...I'm sure you can understand. Here, let me get you a napkin."
I reached for a napkin, which immediately burst into cinders. Shanker seemed rather...startled.. .I believe that that was the word for it....
I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, and I allowed the heat to dissipate in the form of radiant energy instead of thermal energy. My skin glowed faintly for an instant, and the air began to cool immediately, but the distinct scent of ozone lingered in the air.
I finally managed to hand him a non-flaming napkin, blushing deeply.
"Sorry...."
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"I swear to the goddess that if Jack has another star-baby because of you, I will make it my mission to make absolutely sure you become a black hole." I said to the star-girl.
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I gasped.
"You'll WHAT?!? I am NOT getting a sex-change, if that's what you're thinking!"
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After wiping the Dr. Pepper off my shirt, I smiled at the imminent cat fight that was about to ensue. I dipped some popcorn into my blood and sat back to watch the fun. I hoped that the baby wasn't mine because if he had my hell spawn it could result in disastrous events. The last time a vampire had a child, it almost caused the end of the world. The two women continued staring at each other and I continued eating popcorn.
"come on ladies, let the fight start, its getting boring!"
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"Witch!"
I shrieked and pulled off the long pea coat that I wore, revealing a skintight, flameproof suit the color of sunlight.
Massive, fiery wings materialized at my shoulderblades, and I crouched into a fighting stance as my temperature and radiance skyrocketed.
Almost in an afterthought, I faced Shanker.
"You may want to stand aside. You could get scorched. Take the other humans with you, while you're at it."
I turned back to the female in front of me.
"Do you have a PROBLEM with me, little witch?"
Blue-white-yellow flames and sparks of lightning leapt from my hands and face, singing the flagstones.
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"It's no big deal Ken, your always late," Anna said jokingly. "Well, what do you say we get going?"
"Uh," I started, as I was still panting. Man, I need to start running more..."Yeah, let's go. Um...where are we going again?"
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I dramatically waited until the last second to dive away from a huge amount of fire coming out of Estelore's wings. I jumped and rolled towards Jax and pulled him away from a lightning bolt. I already began feeling the effects of the sunlight radiating from her and it was starting to get very hot. I vamped out, pulled Jax, and made it to a safe distance while still being able to see the witch and the star fight.
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"Oh, come on! I just had those put in! I just want to run my damn bistro and be left alone, but that damn Jack is always getting himself into these situations." At least it wasn't Crayak again, stars were usually a bit more reasonable.
"I'm still waiting for my pickles and ice cream!" Jack said. I turned, chanted in latin and some ice cream and pickles appeared in front of him. Then I turned back.
"Look, if you calm down now I'll make you my famous peach cobbler, no charge."
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"Seriously?!"
All my anger evaporated instantly, along with the halo of fire and lightning radiating from my wings. I withdrew what energy I could and retracted my wings, putting my coat back on.
"Thanks! Sorry about the flagstones. If you want, I'll pay for the damages."
I pulled a roll of slightly-singed Franklins out of my pocket and held them toward her.
"Also, I'd really love some pie right now. You can't imagine how many calories I just burned, and I'll need to eat again, if I'm going to be able to fly home. The last thing I want is to have to call a cab."
I shuddered in disgust.
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(haha, you need to edit Ken)
I laughed.
"We were going to get something to eat" I said watching him continue to pant. "Remeber?"
I smiled, thinking about how cute Ken could be.
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I muttered some more latin and ported the freshest pie I had onto a nearby table.
"Have the whole thing, just make sure *not* to tell anyone who isn't human about my bistro. Between Shanks and Jack I get enough paranormal stu-" And at that very moment something crashed through the window. On closer examination it was clear that it was a grenade.
"Son of a B*tch! Everyone down!" I yelled.
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"No worries!"
I reached down, picked up the grenade, covered it completely with both hands, and absorbed the energy of the explosion.
It didn't even flash or pop.
"Ahhh." I sighed in satisfaction.
"I'll still enjoy the pie, of course, but I won't need the calories QUITE so badly. Of course, I'll remain quiet about your...more than human...patrons."
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"You might be worth keeping around."
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"Oh, yeah," I replied to Anna, remembering what I was supposed to be doing. "Okay, let's go." We continued. After a while, I finally stopped panting and reached to take her hand, when something crashed through a window in a building across the street. I pushed Anna away, expecting an explosion, but none came.
"Um...What just happened?" I asked no one.
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Suddenly I heard a crash and felt Ken push me.
"Um...What just happened?" I heard Ken say.
"Lets check it out" I said brushing myself off. I grabbed Ken's hand and pulled him along as I walked down the street.
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"Madam, I am glad that someone thinks so. You wouldn't believe the trouble that I had on Pluto. No energy for miles."
I shuddered.
"What's the point of being able to directly absorb and convert energy if there's nothing to convert?"
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"Let's check it out," Anna said, pulling me across the street. We entered the bistro and encountered a few interesting people in the room.
"Uh," I said. "Hello? Is everything okay in here?"
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I looked around, still holding on to Ken. It looked as though we had walked into the middle of something.
"Uh, hello? Is everything okay in here?" Ken said, and everyone turned to look at us.
I smiled nervously, hoping we didn't just walk into something bad.
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"No it's not! I'm pregnant with what might either be a star or a vampire, someone threw a grenade trough the window, and my ice cream melted!" I yelled hysterically.
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Sorry I'm a bit late with this, lol.
Claire and Evil Claire
Personality: A bit weird sometimes, but who isn't?
Species: Human
Love interest(s): Dunno
Potential rival(s): Estelore
Potential Mortal Nemeses: Claires is Evil Claire, and vice versa
May be my evil twin: Well, that's kinda obvious eh.
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I looked at Anna after the outburst the odd guy just made. I then looked back.
"Did you just say you were...pregnant?" I asked, completely confused. "And it may be a star or a vampire?"
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Blue22[/u]
Personality: Multiple
Species:...I doubt my sister's human so if she's related to me then I have no idea what I am
Love Interest:Beyonce and Alicia Keys
Potential Rivals:None
Potential Mortal Nemeses: My left sock named Bob
May be my evil twin: George Washington
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Okay, I want in now.
NAME: Tyler
Species: Ghost. Can become tangible for short eriods, but needs to take over a week-minded body to maintain tangibility fora long time.
PERSNALITY: Hostile and arrogant to new people. Assumes he knows more than everyne cause he's been around longer.
LOVE INTEREST(S): Estelore, Claire
POTENTIAL RIVAL(S): Shanker, Ken, Jax
POTENTIAL MORTAL NEMISIS(...S): Shanker
POTENTIAL EVIL TWIN: Claire
God I was drunk. I mean like, really drunk. You know how it feels to be drunk? Well add around 14 more drunks onto that and you'll feel like I did.
It was hard to tell, but I think I was still in the bar. I mumbled something, and the bartender brought me another drink? Had I asked for one? Whatever, maybe I did, maybe I didn't. In any case, I glorped it down like there was no tomorrow.
After I had decided that after 4 more drinks I would probably kill this body from alcohol poisoning, I ordered 3 more drinks. Midway through the second, I felt a lot of heat on my back, and I looked back to see what looked like a giant chicken on fire through the haze. For some reason the chicken decided that it didn't want to be on fire anymore, and became a pretty broad. The lady sat down (maybe on a chair, maybe on a french bulldog, I don't know) and started eating something.
"Hey sexy!" I yelled, probably a bit too loudly.
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"Miss, this pie is amazing! Thanks!" I started to devour the remains of the peach pie, when I heard a drunken voice behind me slur,
"Hey sexy!"
I wasn't sure if the guy meant me, so I turned around. He was staring blearily at me, so I responded.
"Hey, inebriated biped!"
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Bike Head? "Hey, who the shell ur yi cln a bike hyead?" I asked calmly and coolly. I left the body, feeling completely sober once more.
After a moment's thought, I realized what she had said. "Oh, biped! Sorry, I was a little...preoccupie d, over there," explained. Looking at her through sober eyes I could see that I definately wasn't mistaken when I assumed she was attractive.
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I was startled to find that the...erm...inebria ted biped...was actually under the control of a spectral being.
"Ghost" was the popular term, according to my translator chip.
"So...you are a 'ghost', then? How interesting! What is your name, sir?"
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"Tyler," I said, putting out a hand (but not making it tangible. I always laugh when people can't touch me). "Tyler Thomson, to be exact. And what might your name be, ma lady?" I asked, putting on my sexiest voice.
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The fellow appeared to still be a bit tipsy, despite his immaterial state. I extended my hand and converted its heat energy into ectoplasmic energy, allowing me to shake hands with the ghost instead of passing through him.
Sometimes it is truly fun to be a star.
"My name is Estelore. That is my full name, but you may call me Este, or Es."
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Was I still drunk, or was she shaking my hand? I remembered the fire around her from earlier, when she was a chicken. "I'll just call you Estelore, if ya don't mind. So, I saw the fireworks earlier. Are you by any chance a mutant or something?"
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I laughed.
"No, I'm just the humanoid incarnation of the mind of a star. I'm not really any specific species, as far as my DNA is concerned, so I don't quite qualify as a mutant. I was designed and created, not born."
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I stood in the shadows watching this ghost hit on the star, that I was just talking to. I turned to Jax, then to Jayne, then turned around and stalked off, into the night. He'll get whats coming to him.
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God this one talks a lot, I thought. Incarnation of the mind of a star? What the hell does that mean?
"Sounds interesting," I said, smiling. "Thumbs up to the designer." I winked. Flirtation defice deployed.
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"Mr. Thomson, if I didn't know better, I'd think that you were hitting on me!"
I winked back at him, turning on the charm that I had earned after spending nearly four millenia in this particular galaxy. Bipeds tend to react to me in a very predictable way. Especially MALE bipeds.
"So...what's a nice soul like you doing in a...well, in a place full of so much life? I understand what it is like to have all the time in the world...several worlds, in fact...but why would you choose to spend your time here, in particular? Were you buried nearby? Or perhaps were you cremated, with your ashes scattered in the general area?"
I suppressed a shudder at the thought of being DESTROYED by FIRE. It was unthinkable for me, since the greater part of my being WAS fire.
It was even worse to think of being shut away beneath the Earth's surface. So claustrophobic....
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Hm, what to say, what to say, what to say, I thought. I wanted the conversation to go nice and smoothly, since I don't meet that many stars.
"Well, I did think about travel for a while after I died." I wanted to show off, so I took over the closest sober person I could find. if I played my cards right, he just might get lucky tonight. I leaned on a table, and felt around in the guy's pocket. He had a dollar coin on him, so I started flipping it impressively.
"But after a while you've sort of seen it all, you know? So I decided I'd just hang around here for a bit (fifty years or so), and then see what I feel like then." I wanted to keep the conversation going, so I thought I'd tell her a bit about myself.
"As for my death, I got tagged in the Revolution. Yorktown, to be exact. My family was lucky enough to get the body, and they had me buried right here." I stomped on the floorboard that was just above my grave.
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Wow. Trapped in a witch's bistro.
"Wow. Trapped in a witch's bistro for all eternity? It seems to me that you'd get bored awfully quickly. I rarely spend more than three life-cycles on any single planet, since I'm usually bored with the grandchildren of the first people that I meet on-planet. If you want to come to Insfrea with me, just let me know, and I'll exhume your...remains...an d take you along."
He apparently wasn't familiar with the word. Primitive planet....
"Insfrea is my 'home planet', if there is such a thing for somebody like me. I have a more-or-less permanent residence there. It is roughly thirty light-years from my larger self and sixty-five light-years from Earth (give or take a light-year), orbiting the star Aldebaran. Insfrea is lovely in the summer."
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"Sounds like a lovely place," I said smoothly. "It got a pool?" I joked. I find the ladies love a good laugh, especially when talking to a dead guy.
"Oh, and as for the whole 'being trapped' thing? It ain't so bad. I read a lot, and I get free booze, so I'm not miserable all the time, mostly just drunk."
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"The lakes are beautiful, provided you don't mind swimming in liquid methane. They have pools of water, too, but the residents of the planet find water toxic. I've never been drunk...alcohol tends to combust when I'm near."
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I wandered back to my century old mansion and stepped into my expansive library. He'll see what happens when he horns in on my woman, I thought. I spent a good thirty minutes walking over to the area of my library where I kept the books on the occult. I glanced through the books on the shelf Witches and You, Vampires: The Fanged Menace, Demons From A to Z ah, I finally found what I was looking for Ghosts, The Annoying Undead. I opened the book and found what I was looking for almost immediately. In order to vanquish ghosts, I need a bit of echtoplasm and a vacuum cleaner. I simply mix the two and suck the ghost into the bag. I chuckled, soon I will have Estelore all to myself.
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"You've never been drunk?!" I asked, surprised. "Surely you're joking with me." Ithought for a moment.
"Wait, if alcohol combuts around you, why are you in a bar? And furthermore, if you got in one of those lakes, wouldn't like, the whole planet explode?"
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I chuckled softly.
"Actually, very few things combust when they touch my SKIN. My internal temperature is considerably higher than my skin temperature. Anything that I eat or drink vaporizes instantly. If I were to belch after drinking alcohol, I could fry this whole place. On the other hand, I don't usually belch, because I absorb the energy of everything that I consume. If I allowed myself to get drunk and lose that control, I might take a Manhattan-sized chunk out of your lovely planet."
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"Well, since we're going off to your planet I suppose it's an acceptable loss," I said. We ghosts are famous for our lack of caring about the living.
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"I suppose you'd think so. It would give you more company, I imagine. All those souls, their ashes in the same general area. So, you'd truly want to come along? This will be fun! I don't often have company, and it IS a long trip."
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I managed to find what I was looking for. The vacuum cleaner was in my closet, and the ectoplasm was in my fridge. I combined the two into a ghost catching device and headed back towards the bistro. I arrived and the annoying ghost was still talking to the beautiful star. "Hey, Ghost!" I shouted, "How do you like this?" I then flipped on the vacuum cleaner and began sucking him into the bag.
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"How dare you! I was talking to him!"
I pulled a few Joules of energy into my fingertips, forming a tiny, intensely hot fireball.
I touched the vaccuum cleaner's bag.
It disintigrated.
Tyler floated up and out of it.
"Shanker, you don't have to be rude!"
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drats foiled again
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"What was the idea, capturing my ghost friend?"
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"uhh... he was... evil?" I tried
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"Whoa, that bag was a trip man!" I said in surprise as I was released. You know, nomatter how many times that happens, I never get used to it.
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"Jack, I need you to tell me exactly what you were doing before you realized you were pregnant."
"Well I was at Shank's mansion and I found the cool necklace." It didn't look like a magical artifact, in fact it looked more like it might be alien. It was a series of green diamonds that didn't have an obvious connections.
"Like I was saying I put it on and then there was suddenly this microwave next to me. Then I went to the bathroom, then went on the computer for no reason, then stared at the roof and waved while complaining about my life. Next thing I know this chime plays then my gut jumps out!"
For some reason I looked up, that's when I saw it.
"Oh my Godess! Jack, you have a Plumbob!" I yelled.
"No, I used protection last time!" Jack insisted. I pinched the bridge of my nose.
"You are so lucky you're pregnant, otherwise I'd hit you." I looked over to the star, she was talking to Shanks and Tyler. Never a good idea to have them together. "Shanks, Estelore, come here and help Jack, I have to go take care of those customers."
"Welcome to Jayne's Bistro, what can I get for you." I asked the young couple.
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I was a bit miffed that the witch had decided she could order me around, but I WAS the most useful person here....
"Here, Jack, come sit down." I took him by the elbow and escorted him to a chair.