Pretty sneaky, Sis.
MV? He walked away long ago.
Imma let you finish. I would never think of interrupting any of all y'all at a time like this. In fact, do I even need to be here? *sounds of script pages rustling* Ah, yes, I see here that I must... be here later as well. Oh, well.
This is exciting, isn't it? *yawn* Maybe for some of you. For me... this is like Edison working through the list of potential candidates for the alloy to use as a filament for the light bulb. How does it feel, by the way? Lives hang in the balance right now, future fates hinging on the events that are about to unfold.
No one even brought me any flowers today. It's like I'm just some sort of MacGuffin to you people, an object to be fought over and bickered with as a distraction while one of your thuggy spooky buddies gets their freak shillelagh and their planned shenanigans on. I bet it's exhilarating.
Hey, are any of you an andrenaline junky? Because, the EpiPen that got planted here, it is... well, still here. I rarely think about it. So right there, DEMONSTRATED: I'm not the needle junky or needle junkie one may be looking for. (btw: the spelling with Y means the fiending is opioid-centric, while the -IE ending means that the addict will do aaaaaanytthing for the fix. So there. Now you know, I know. (I KNOW!) See?) I of course won't be touching that fucking thing for any purpose other than to laugh at it as a prop, because I have no idea where it came from and I have no idea what is in it. It's probably got a radioactive marker in it that lights up anyone who uses it for the rest of their lives to show up on X-Band space radar. In any event, I think it's funny.
The look on her face when I found it. Quite by accident. "Hey, what's this? Sweety? Do you know where this came from?" I am gazing at her innocently. She is in instant
totespanic, deer in the headlights if there ever had been one.
Since she didn't immediately grab for it and act tempted at all, I figured it wasn't real at that point and that she had put it there, because the woman I love, she would have been all about trying to figure out a way to do it. With me. However, by then, I think she had been implanted with a bio-bug. (An unpleasant experience akin to rape, I don't mind telling you, and if she had been told not to tell me that had happened, well, that would have been persuasive.) But, this is all speculation.
but was it really MV?
Po-po-puh-puh-poke her FACE. And no matter what comes out of all this, I want you all to know... I respect your skills, I admire your talent, and I envy some if not all of your abilities, Bellgab.
But the streak of cruelty that you all share as a common element... it's very low-vibe. Low honor.
No honour, really. And, if nothing else, it is
cruelty by and for amateurs. (Note that by making this post, I will have just made it very, very difficult for me to later claim that I hadn't intended on letting myself be "possessed by a demon" or whatever an insanity defense plea entails these days. Of course I am stating for the historical record that I'm not doing that, but... that's what they all say. I happen to know that I'm immune to that kind of possession thing, especially in this house, because it was already attempted twice, and my Shields held... but no one has anything to count on for that other than taking me at my word. Risky business indeed, Kids. Wish me luck, by the time you read this I will have stripped myself naked. *nyahh nyahh nyahh*) So. How cruel am I? I am so cruel as to taunt you all with the knowledge that... you won't succeed at making me any crueler than I already am. I have WON. So there.
Y'all should read more Machiavelli. Just sayin'. You could all learn a thing or two about how to set an ambush and lay in wait
Proper.
L'haim!
