43 – Lie To Me

Ryan blinked, then scrawled his signature again, for the fifty-seventh time. After the first few dozen, all of the forms began to look the same, and he was barely registering what they were saying anymore. Reports, requisitions, information control, it was all everyday and it had all been done before. There was no logical cause to request an audit, it was simply Emma abusing her power.

At least he wasn’t alone, Taylor sat across from him, nearly stabbing each page, Jones beside him, nodding along to some internally-played music, and Clarke at the head of the table, one hand initialing all of his paperwork, the other hand madly sending text messages.

[He’s doing it again.] Jones said.

[Pardon?]

Jones kept his gaze focused on his paperwork. [Taylor, watch his audit pile.]

He glanced up at Taylor, and saw that for every piece of paper he slashed his signature onto, ten sheets disappeared from the tall stack beside him.

Jones kept his face neutral, but sent across the image of a smiley. [I’m jealous,] the tech confessed, [I’d send some to my kids to do, but I have the feeling Merlin would start a paper airplane competition.]

[At least she’s getting it done,] he replied. [Remember what it was like before Magnolia started picking up after him?]

[I worry about her, and I swear I will never understand them.]

He fought a shrug – there was no need to start another argument if Taylor caught them talking about him again. [Their relationship is quite simple, Taylor thought “require: punching bag” and Magnolia appeared.]

Jones turned to look at him, but could do little more than smirk before turning back to his paperwork, however he sent across a laughing emoticon and the word ROFLIMH.

[IMH?]

[In my head.]

He smiled, signed his name again, then felt himself being pulled from his chair. A strong hand grabbed a handful of his shirt and slammed his up against the wall. He reeled for half a second from the impact, then focused on his attacker: Emma.

‘Jesus Christ, Emma,’ Clarke said from his chair, his paperwork – but not his phone – abandoned. ‘Being a woman I can understand, tits look good on you, but do you have to be such a bitch?’

She ignored the liaison agent, instead, all of her anger was focused on him. ‘You lied to me Ryan.’

He steeled his expression. [Not here, Emma.] ‘No I didn’t.’

‘You don’t get secrets anymore.’

[Not here.]

‘Wherever I want.’

‘Care to clue the rest of us in?’ Clarke said as he stood, finally abandoning his phone. ‘We’re all mature beings here.’

‘It’s personal,’ he snapped.

‘The hell it is,’ Emma said.

With that, he grabbed her and shifted them both to the roof.

He didn’t bother denying it. There was a reason the emotional choice wasn’t the logical one – the logical one never had the fallout that the emotional one did. ‘I’m an agent, Emma, we don’t kill the innocent, and that’s exactly what you’d asked me to do.’

‘Not like you haven’t done it before.’

He threw his hands up in frustration. ‘Fine, so what happens now? Do you want me to lock her up with the freaks in the basement? Are you going to force me to banish her? Or…are you going to kill her?’

Emma just stared at him.

‘You didn’t!’ he seethed.

‘I’m an agent,’ she said, ‘we protect the innocent, and that’s exactly what I did.’ She paused for a moment. ‘But it didn’t work. You made an immortal, Ryan.’

‘It was unintentional.’

‘Nonetheless, and that made her all the more dangerous.’

‘What did you do?’

‘Nothing,’ she snapped. ‘What’s the one way-’ she asked as she made a finger gun, ‘-to make sure-’ she lifted the hand ‘-to make sure an immortal doesn’t come back?’ she finished as she pointed the finger-gun at her head.

He shifted away before second thoughts had a chance to form.

‘Stef?’ he called as he ran through the apartment. ‘Stef?’ He spun in a slow circle, scanning the apartment. No life sign. No body. ‘She’s not here,’ he growled at Emma as he felt her presence behind him. ‘What did you do to-?’

‘I keep telling you, I didn’t do anything, I left it up to her.’

He crossed the lounge room and walked to the bathroom door – but the sight of red stopped him from walking in. He raised a hand to his mouth. ‘By Chaos…’

There was blood all over the sink, and a large splatter on the wall – a bullet was embedded into the tile in the centre, there was as smear where the body had slid down the wall, and a small pool of blood stained the floor.

‘Bled a lot for someone so pale,’ Emma commented. ‘You almost wouldn’t think she had it in her.’

He grabbed her hair and slammed her face into the tiled wall. He pulled her back, and a few fell to the floor, then he slammed her into the wall again before releasing her.

He ran his hand against the wall – it was unlikely to be anyone else’s blood, but he needed to be sure. No matter the answer, he had to be sure. Rubbing the blood between his fingers, he ran over his possibilities – a DNA match would take too long, and require too many questions to be asked. There was at least one true psychic in the city, and numerous empaths – they’d be able to tell him for sure, but he didn’t want to know the details, it would be like losing her again.

Only one other possibility presented itself, but it was normally useless – a chemical composition scan.

He took a deep breath and initiated the scan. All of the normal components came up within tolerance – that at least meant that the blood came from a human. Hesitating for a moment, he allowed the other components to scroll up through his vision – and the one that he’d hoped to be low was well above what it should have been.

The blood’s caffeine level could have only belonged to his recruit.

‘Damnit Stef.’ He turned from the bloody stain to look at the woman who was systematically ruining his life.

Emma shrugged. ‘She was about three steps from it when I found her, all I needed to was give her a little push. It really was selfish of you, Ryan, bringing her back like that. You weren’t doing anyone any favours, least of all her.’

‘You’re a monster,’ he whispered.

‘No, Ryan, you are. You knew it couldn’t last. What exactly were you planning on doing with her? Agency rules wouldn’t have let her continue, but that would have been the least of your worries.’

‘Live, Emma, the word is live. And it depends on which Agency rule,’ he muttered.

‘Sanctuary?’ she asked as the wounds slowly disappeared from her face. ‘With who?

‘It doesn’t matter now.’ He looked down, and felt disgusted when he realised he was standing in the pool of blood. A pool of blood, just a pool of blood. ‘Why isn’t there a body? Why isn’t there a body?’

‘There is a body,’ she said as she pulled herself from the wall and spat blood, pressing her tie to her split lip. She pointed to the floor. ‘It’s right there. Ashes to ashes and all that.’

He knelt and stared at the small, shiny fragments. He touched one and felt the mirror’s power running through it – they weren’t shards from the broken bathroom mirror, they were shards from her heart.

It didn’t make sense – there should have been a body, there should have been- He turned and walked from the bathroom, leaving bloody footprints on the carpet as he crossed the apartment. The kitchen was untouched, the lounge room was the same – there were the crumpled blankets, and the empty coffee cup, but everything else was the same as he’d left.

The real test was the bedroom.

She hadn’t begged when he’d threatened her. She hadn’t cried when she’d been stabbed. She hadn’t run she’d seen the phoenix.

She’d cried when her doll had been broken.

If there was any reason that there wasn’t a body – any reason that meant that she was still alive, or running, then she would have taken the one accessible thing she seemed to have a real emotional connection with: Alexandria.

He prayed – even though he knew the gods weren’t listening – as he stepped into the bedroom.

The doll was missing.

He kept the smile from his face as he walked into the bedroom, Emma following him. ‘What the hell are you doing?’ she asked.

He took another step forward, and his hidden smile faded when he saw the doll’s red curls down beside the bed – it hadn’t been taken, it had simply fallen. ‘Nothing,’ he replied. ‘Just fooling myself.’

‘So how’s this going to work?’ she asked him. ‘Are you going to come quietly?’

‘Haven’t you done enough?’

‘I’m not proud,’ she said. ‘But it’s duty first. It’s always duty first. We can’t survive unless we do our duty. The world spins out of control if we do not do our duty.’

‘What happens though, when we exceed our duty?’

‘I don’t want to know,’ she said after a long moment. ‘I don’t want to see an agent who thinks that they’re a god.’

‘Call the Enforcers, Emma, if that’s what you’re going to do. I’m not going to run.’

‘You used to be one of the good ones, better than me even,’ she said as he rounded the bed to pick up the doll. ‘Now this. What happened to you?’

‘Some of us can stay strong,’ he said as he stared at the porcelain face. ‘Bolstered by our colleagues, our personal beliefs, and our achievements. Some of us…fall to mortal frailties.’

‘If the death of your last girlfriend still affects you, why did you even try this Frankenstein move?’

He stared at the doll. ‘Because I needed her.’

‘Whatever need you had could have been fulfilled without circumventing Agency rules.’

‘Maybe when I’m as old as you I’ll be able to dismiss individuals as easily as you do.’

She slapped him. ‘Don’t pretend you know a bloody thing about me.’

‘Then stop making assumptions about me.’

‘Are you going to resign?’

‘Never.’ She lifted a hand and pulled a heavy metal ring from the air, she pulled the ring open and clamped it through his arm. He winced as ring chewed through the bone before disappearing. ‘A tag,’ he commented. ‘How quaint.’

‘You’ve got forty-eight hours to resign. Go quietly, and pray you get another chance soon.’ She took the doll from his hands and threw it onto the bed. ‘I’m going home so I can breathe for a bit, you’re lucky you’re getting this long.’

‘It’s longer than Stef got,’ he said after she disappeared.

He shifted to the tech department, and lingered outside Jones’ door for a moment before knocking. The lock clicked and the door slowly opened. Merlin, standing unsteadily on a chair, pumped a tiny, triumphant fist as he stepped inside. ‘I did it!’

‘Congratulations?’

The boy stared at him for a moment, then jumped off the chair and ran over to Jones. He hugged the tech agent’s arm tight. ‘Jonesy, I dun want to be around the sad, send me to the games room.’

The boy disappeared, and Jones turned to look at him. ‘More Emma problems, sir?’

‘I lied about Stef.’

He heard the door lock click. Jones lifted a slight hand and turned his monitor off before turning to look at him. ‘How so, sir?’

He sat on the chair Merlin had been standing on. ‘She didn’t die on the roof.’ He shook his head. ‘I mean, she did, but- There was a piece of mirror in her, and I made a wish. This whole time, I’ve been hiding the body.’

‘Is she-?’

‘She is now.’ He raised hand to his head. ‘She woke up this morning. Only this morning. I couldn’t even protect her for a day.’

‘What happened?’

‘Emma.’

‘But if she was animated by the mirror, then-’

‘Suicides don’t get a second chance.’

‘I’m so sorry.’

‘There’s no body. There’s no evidence she left her apartment, but there’s no body. There are shards from her heart, but…’ he trailed off and slumped in the chair. ‘She wants me to resign.’

‘Would you prefer that, sir, or the Enforcers?’

‘I’m not sure what I did is defensible.’

‘There’s always an argument to be made. Is that what you need me to do?’

‘No.’ He sighed. ‘I don’t need you to do anything. I just needed for someone other than Emma to know.’

‘Would you like me to keep a trace on her email accounts, just in case?’

‘If she found a way to-’ He remembered all of the blood and took a moment to blank his mind. ‘I doubt she’d be careless enough to access her email.’

‘All the same?’

‘If you wish.’

‘Yes sir.’

He shifted to his office, placed a pen on his desk, and waited for the ghost of his recruit to start rolling it around.

  49 comments for “43 – Lie To Me

  1. Anonymous
    November 29, 2009 at 7:16 am

    ;_; i don’t want stef to be dead again.

    • Stormy
      November 29, 2009 at 7:16 am

      …any deader than she was fifteen minutes ago, it’s just that Ryan now knows about it. >_>

      • AL13N
        November 29, 2009 at 7:16 am

        This is a whole new meaning of “Stef being dead half the chapter” :-/

        Why’d you kill her off… again??? for like the gazillionth time?

        • Stormy
          November 29, 2009 at 7:16 am

          …I said she’d be dead for half the book. >_>

        • AL13N
          November 29, 2009 at 7:17 am

          that was what i meant. i misspoke/type.

        • Stormy
          November 29, 2009 at 7:17 am

          You were just getting hopeful! 😛

        • AL13N
          November 29, 2009 at 7:17 am

          … must be tired, best you go off and sleep.

          I must say, your hours are really strange (for you)…

        • Stormy
          November 29, 2009 at 7:17 am

          …because of the sick boy. But meh, at least it let me sit up long enough so we could marathon the end of Pushing Daisies.

        • Bufi
          November 29, 2009 at 7:18 am

          …I said she’d be dead for half the book.

          AL13N, this comment opened an opportunity. Take advantage of it!

        • AL13N
          November 29, 2009 at 7:18 am

          you go, girl!

        • Bufi
          November 29, 2009 at 7:18 am

          I’ve been annoying her a fair bit today… let’s get Flex to do it 😀

  2. Anonymous
    November 29, 2009 at 7:18 am

    Are you serious? Is she dead?
    Not cool… Now I really can’t wait for the next chapter.
    And I want to see Emma tortured…

    • Stormy
      November 29, 2009 at 7:19 am

      …everyone wants to see her tortured. 😀 (And rightly so I guess). Preference of driven out to the desert or tied to a chair in the basement?

  3. Flexer
    November 29, 2009 at 7:19 am

    I want to see Emma tortured for that, by Taylor no less.. She’ll probably beat him up anyway 🙁

    I still have hopes that Steff is ok.. Maybe hiding in the wardrobe or sth… She still has a door on it >_>

    • Stormy
      November 29, 2009 at 7:19 am

      …I just woke up and I have that horrible just-woke-up hangover thing, so please forgive me, things are still kinda blurry.

      Maybe hiding in the wardrobe or sth
      I know what a wardrobe is…but sth? Stef went south for the winter? …I don’t know what you meant there? (And seriously, who would want to go to New South Wales? Keep heading south, Stef, head for Melbourne! Head for Melbourne!).

      But…Taylor on Emma torture, that would be awesome. He’s not exactly creative, but he gets the job done. And she wouldn’t be able to beat him up if he ties her down. Thing is you have to ask yourself, is his hate for Ryan bigger or smaller than his hate for Emma? Then you’ll know whose side he’s on.

      • Flexer
        November 29, 2009 at 7:20 am

        Considering it feels like winter here already, I’m glad for Steff. 😀

        Regarding Taylor.. He might hate Ryan more, but don’t forget – Emma kind of humiliated him in front of a big bunch of recruits, so I guess he won’t miss a chance to get some sweet revenge 😀

        • Stormy
          November 29, 2009 at 7:20 am

          It’s summer here, I just tend to shout “south for the winter” cause it seems natural. The only way she’d be feeling cool is if she was in a building with decent air conditioning or lying in a nice, full bathtub.

          And yeah, he’d probably want to hurt Emma more. >_>

  4. AL13N
    November 29, 2009 at 7:20 am

    She’s under the bed 🙂

    That’s why the doll is there.

    Either that, or Merlin really did it…

    • Stormy
      November 29, 2009 at 7:20 am

      …no, Merlin didn’t do it, but keep him in mind for the near future, and you’ll get a pleasant surprise. 😀

      • AL13N
        November 29, 2009 at 7:21 am

        … you mentioning him in that way (even though it could be just Merlin) I figured it’d be important what he said, later on…

        • Stormy
          November 29, 2009 at 7:21 am

          …most things he says and does are significant. ^_^ (Or at least indicative of what he’s actually capable of).

  5. Bufi
    November 29, 2009 at 7:21 am

    …I’m not going to say anything I have said before, for the sake of not repeating myself, and for the sake of the server space not getting loaded with the same information. And a litany of curses would be inefficient. So take the general idea of the past chapter comments and you’ll get the point. >_>

    What was Merlin talking about when he said that “he did it”?

    Dead agents’ bodies fade to ash, as well as their spilled blood. Ryan mentioned in MF 24 that the lump of flesh Jones removed from his chest, along with the blood the clean-up crew could have missed in the ice cream parlour, would turn into ash. So we’re talking about more than a few minutes here.

    Let’s apply the principle of charity (sounds weird, yeh, but it’s a technical term) and just assume Stef’s body faded to ash as well (and that implies that she was no longer human) during the minutes between the moment she shot herself and the moment Ryan appeared, and the process was greatly accelerated by whatever it was. Question: why did such a big mass – the body – fade to ash before the smaller ones – spatters of blood? And also, why would small bits of mirror remain there, instead of turning into ash along with everything else? It would be plausible for the set of rules to apply to the body but not to the mirror, but it either applies to the entire blob of mirror, or it doesn’t.

    And if there is a bullet in the tile in the middle and the blood is where it is, how did she shoot herself? By how I mean through the temple, through the spot Emma indicated, or through the mouth? Or did she shoot herself through the heart, hence the bits of mirror?

    And I have a gut feeling, but I’m not going to say what it is.

    And what was Emma’s tag for?

    And I also need a cookie.
    *tries to require cookie* *fails* *wails*

    • Flexer
      November 29, 2009 at 7:22 am

      Anyways…

      What was Merlin talking about when he said that “he did it”?
      I think he remotely opened the door… mind control thingy? Or just some electronic lock 🙂
      I think Jones didn’t even get out of the chair )

      Question: why did such a big mass – the body – fade to ash before the smaller ones – spatters of blood?
      That’s one of the reasons for me to believe that she’s still alive 🙂

      And also, why would small bits of mirror remain there, instead of turning into ash along with everything else?
      Well, the mirror shouldn’t just disappear.. It’s there for someone to pick it up, and use it with his wishes 🙂

      And if there is a bullet in the tile in the middle and the blood is where it is, how did she shoot herself?
      Don’t forget, Emma shot her first, and then gave Stef the gun!
      Which means this is the bullet and the blood from the first shot (and maybe from the second as well, if there was a second ^_^ )

      *shares box of cookies*
      Buying cookies in bulk makes me feel happy 😀

      • Stormy
        November 29, 2009 at 7:22 am

        I think he remotely opened the door… mind control thingy? Or just some electronic lock 🙂
        I think Jones didn’t even get out of the chair
        That’s one of the reasons for me to believe that she’s still alive 🙂
        Go on, keep hoping, just don’t join Bufi in her quest to toothpick my heart out.

        It’s there for someone to pick it up, and use it with his wishes 🙂
        Exactly!

        *shares box of cookies*
        *steals a cookie*

        • Bufi
          November 29, 2009 at 7:22 am

          …I’m not going to toothpick your heart out, you’re not done giving me feedback! And I’m not done sending you stuff to give me feedback on! O_O And after that I’ll probably just find moar reasons not to toothpick you… but that doesn’t mean that you should push your luck >_>

        • Stormy
          November 29, 2009 at 7:24 am

          Heart. Toothpick. Gotcha.

          At least I put in Ryan attempting a joke, and Jonesy cuteness, that has to count for something, right?

          Merlin was talking about something, that will make sense soon, that can’t make sense now because it doesn’t have the context, and telling you would spoil it.

          So we’re talking about more than a few minutes here.
          Yeah, agents, full flesh –> ash transformation/degradation is two hours.

          And no, the rules don’t apply to the mirror, and by the same token, there’s no reason to believe that Stef’s body would act like a logical, well put-together agent’s body. (And Emma was being more, yanno, quotey than anything else).

          Keep all of your where-did-she-shoot questions in mind *loves that you question and not blindly accept*

          The tag, basically tracks Ryan’s every little movement and whatnot. Kinda of like one of those house arrest bracelets on steroids.

          *hands over a cookie*

        • Bufi
          November 29, 2009 at 7:24 am

          At least I put in Ryan attempting a joke, and Jonesy cuteness, that has to count for something, right?
          Yus, you gave them a good mood, just to make them miserable later. >_>
          But I really love Clarke’s style, that’s me during classes ^_^

          And no, the rules don’t apply to the mirror, and by the same token, there’s no reason to believe that Stef’s body would act like a logical, well put-together agent’s body. (And Emma was being more, yanno, quotey than anything else).
          Yus, I was talking about Emma’s quotey assumptionness, since she wasn’t there to see it happen.
          However, if we were to accept that Stef is dead, the state of the bathroom would mean that she either shot herself in the heart, the heart shattered, and the body dissolved into nothingness, leaving the pieces of mirror behind, or that she shot herself in the head, body dissolved, heart shattered (probably because its host died and there was nothing to sustain it, although Stef’s body didn’t do much for it while she was dead the second time around; I tend to believe that impact with the floor wouldn’t have done that much for the mirror, since Hummer found a shard which had fallen off the roof and was still in one piece instead of many little others).

          *loves that you question and not blindly accept*
          Heh, glad to hear it’s not a pain in the [insert word here] ^_^

          The tag, basically tracks Ryan’s every little movement and whatnot.
          Aha. Who gets the info?

          *noms on cookie* *wants more cookies*

          P.S.
          What’s with the mobi site? It’s not working *cries* and I’ve been in school pretty much all day with no internet other than the phone, which takes forever to load the Wibbly page. A day without Wibbly. 🙁

        • Stormy
          November 29, 2009 at 7:25 am

          But I really love Clarke’s style, that’s me during classes ^_^
          You’re the Clarke? If it’s possible, I think that just made you a little cooler. ^_^

          But…ah…most of Clarke’s texts are modifications and expansions on how several people are going to be, er, “interrogated” (naked) and “punished by the system” (naked) and be “doing their bit for the public good” (naked). >_>

          However, if we were to accept that Stef is dead
          Yeah, that’s pretty much the scenario presented/what you’re supposed to see, Stef’s logic being that she’s been shot in the head twice and come back, so shoot the thing that keeps getting her back up, so BOOM to the heart, hence the blood, hence the shards.

          Aha. Who gets the info?
          Goes directly to Emma, CC’d to Redfern (since he’s her commanding officer) and can be accessed by anyone with high enough security clearance.

          What’s with the mobi site?
          < obvious > It’s inactive at the moment. < /obvious > Looking to correct it shortly.

          *huggles* *cookies*

        • Bufi
          November 29, 2009 at 7:25 am

          ^_^

          Aha… well, at least the guy knows what he wants and what he’s doing. Can’t say I have his… planning abilities, but he’s pretty much the coolest PR guy I’ve ever heard of ^_^
          *wants to be just like Clarke when she grows up, but maybe with a more tempered sex life*

          And I’m going to stop commenting on hints you’ve been giving today regarding Stef being dead or not, at least for the moment, in case you’ll get uber-annoyed or something and make a 180 turn in the plot and kill everybody else who’s nice while you’re at it. ^_^

          Goes directly to Emma, CC’d to Redfern
          And what’s she planning on doing if he doesn’t turn himself in in 48 hours?
          And I wanna read more about them Enforcers 😀

        • Stormy
          November 29, 2009 at 7:26 am

          Aha… well, at least the guy knows what he wants and what he’s doing. Can’t say I have his… planning abilities, but he’s pretty much the coolest PR guy I’ve ever heard of ^_^
          I can’t wait to actually give him something to do, something that shows off his talent – he’s rather brilliant when he can get his mind off girls.

          And I’m going to stop commenting on hints you’ve been giving today regarding Stef being dead or not, at least for the moment, in case you’ll get uber-annoyed or something and make a 180 turn in the plot and kill everybody else who’s nice while you’re at it. ^_^
          Not sure what time it is there, but you think you can stay up like…another half an hour?

          And what’s she planning on doing if he doesn’t turn himself in in 48 hours?
          Drag him by the neck and slam him into the recycle chamber herself.

          And I wanna read more about them Enforcers 😀
          Patience, young one, patience.

        • Bufi
          November 29, 2009 at 7:26 am

          11.20pm, but yuppers, I’m going to stay up for another hour or so (watching Digimon in German to try to get some of my vocabulary back for an interview that’s tomorrow)

          Drag him by the neck and slam him into the recycle chamber herself.
          Yikes. Someone better interfere soon. >_>

        • Stormy
          November 29, 2009 at 7:27 am

          …so you’re like…eight hours behind me (though I swear I’m going to remember it as +4 and switch the am/pm as appropriate. >_>

          Oooh, interview. *luck luck luck*

          Yikes. Someone better interfere soon. >_>
          Meh, he’s got some time. But then again, he’s the competent one, not sure who could rescue him. o_0

          …and once you’re finished with Digimon (*resists urge to sing theme song*), you may wish to have a look at the front page, in the new chapters section…

        • Bufi
          November 29, 2009 at 7:28 am

          Oooh, interview. *luck luck luck*
          Thanks! *nervous*

          Meh, he’s got some time. But then again, he’s the competent one, not sure who could rescue him. o_0
          Hey, he already made a joke, things might change (like getting saved from the mad bitch or actually watching a movie or something…)

          *sings Digimon theme song*
          Already did, already read ^_^ (and am currently wondering where the shooting/killing is >_>)

        • Stormy
          November 29, 2009 at 7:28 am

          Why do you need to nervous? You’re completely awesome!

          Hey, he already made a joke, things might change
          Yes, they might change for the worse. MWHAHAHHAHHAHA! *cough*

        • Bufi
          November 29, 2009 at 7:28 am

          Aww, thanks :p *moarblushes*
          Btw, did those people with the job call you?

          Yes, they might change for the worse.
          *gets new gut feeling*

        • Stormy
          November 29, 2009 at 7:29 am

          Seriously, you are made of awesomepants, you’ll do fine (especially if it’s an interview for an evil overlord position).

          >_> No, no call as yet.

        • Bufi
          November 29, 2009 at 7:29 am

          *turns into little burrowing creature and scurries off to little dark burrow*
          But really, thanks for the support! *huggles Stormy*

          >_> jerks. Did you find any other potential jobs that you might like?

      • Bufi
        November 29, 2009 at 7:23 am

        Dude, are you trying to help Stormy here? >_>

        *steals box of cookies from Flex and runs off*

  6. AL13N
    November 29, 2009 at 7:29 am

    This is just like Bender!

    • Bufi
      November 29, 2009 at 7:30 am

      I dun get it 🙁 (and I’ve seen almost all the Futurama there is, brain doesn’t work properly)

  7. Zanaku
    November 29, 2009 at 7:30 am

    I still find the little internal chat system the agents have going really funny. XD Such a wonderful concept.

    As for Stef… I believe I would be more concerned if she hadn’t already been bumped off before. Granted, Emma is still a jerk, but, you know. I’m keeping myself open to the possibility of our hacker suddenly leaping into the room, flooring Emma ninja style, picking up Ryan, and blasting through the roof with rocket boots.

    Just throwing it out there guys. 😛

    • Stormy
      November 29, 2009 at 7:30 am

      I still find the little internal chat system the agents have going really funny. XD Such a wonderful concept.
      I love the agent HUD, it’s so fun. I do think though, that I had more fun with Jonesy cueing up YouTube vids than I did with the chat system. (But then again, I guess this shows that Jones, like most geeks, is a more more expressive over a chat system than with his own voice. >_>).

      As for Stef… I believe I would be more concerned if she hadn’t already been bumped off before.
      You guys are just going to keep saying that…I don’t think you’ll ever believe me when she’s killed off for good.

      I’m keeping myself open to the possibility of our hacker suddenly leaping into the room, flooring Emma ninja style, picking up Ryan, and blasting through the roof with rocket boots.

      AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA! 😀

      • AL13N
        November 29, 2009 at 7:30 am

        You’ve been doing it alot…

        So, at first was horror, people never read again.

        Then, horror, and replaced by hopefull horror + relief

        Then, horror, replaced by anticipation

        And now, it’s astonishment, quickly replaced by hate, then some calming down

        Next time, pure indifference: “Meh, she killed Stef again; Oh here is something interesting: Jones appeared in this story!”

  8. daymon
    November 29, 2009 at 7:30 am

    Being sneaky here. I really like Jones here, he is quite funny.

    This one made me laugh: Taylor thought “require: punching bag” and Magnolia appeared.

    Good stuff.

    • AL13N
      November 29, 2009 at 7:31 am

      Ryan’s first joke is quite funny!

      • Stormy
        November 29, 2009 at 7:31 am

        I’m such a cruel bitch, seriously, and I’m so sorry for that. Things are fluffy and cute, and then things go very, very wrong. No more jokes from him for a while. If ever. -_-

    • Stormy
      November 29, 2009 at 7:31 am

      Being sneaky here. I really like Jones here, he is quite funny.
      *tosses a Jonesy plushie at you*

      …I told the line to the other members of Wibbly House…and was promptly informed by Randi that I was going to hell for making it. -_-

      • AL13N
        November 29, 2009 at 7:32 am

        You’d like it there, seriously. Who needs heaven anyway; clouds, singing, bright light, no sex and torture whatsoever… FOR ETERNITY !!!! /me shudders

        Hell: barbecue, hot girls, tasty food, lotsa torture, sex aplenty…

        Need i say more?

        Besides, it was a good agent-like joke. I don’t see why you would deprive it… Seriously! More such jokes! It’s funny!

        Ok, maybe Magnolia wouldn’t laugh at it, but wth…

        • Stormy
          November 29, 2009 at 7:32 am

          Eye candy and good food, I’m sold, meet you by the marshmallows!

          Besides, it was a good agent-like joke. I don’t see why you would deprive it… Seriously! More such jokes! It’s funny!
          Fine, I’ll try. 😛

          Ok, maybe Magnolia wouldn’t laugh at it, but wth…
          I think she’d appreciate the truth of it, and maybe just give a stoic nod before going off to finish more of his paperwork.

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