So why are you doing this anyway?
So shall it be done.
Not until we get married and have six kids.
Hey me too, we've got so much in common.
Spoiler: 2-4 The city was darkest just after the moon set, and just before the sun rose, it was late but that's when Kira liked it the best. When she was an untamed demon it was when she'd feed on lesser demons and humans as they slumbered. When she came to know her first master it's when she watched him sleep most peacefully. When she'd been sent to the city it's when she'd go out on patrol to allow Justin to sleep easily. Recently, though, she'd been walking aimlessly in the streets, thinking. She hated it. Life was supposed to have gotten simpler after the great cosmic evil was defeated; it was supposed to be a happy ending, clear and clean, sure and straight. It was that stupid girl's doing. Kira had never really liked Erica, not from the day she met her. She'd always thought her to be an annoying self absorbed little twit. She'd always seen her as the other woman. Someone-- no-- something in her way to be removed and stomped down. That was until she found out that the annoying self absorbed little twit was willing to die to save her. Willing to die horribly. Then Kira just began feeling guilty. Guilty that she'd been so weak that she needed a normal human to protect her. Guilty that she had taken so long to realize it. Guilty that she was keeping it a secret from Justin. She didn't have much of a choice after her conversation with Erica about it. Maybe fight was a more appropriate word. But she couldn't simply reveal something that her savior had been keeping a secret, that would be... dishonorable. Maybe she was trying to keep it quiet, keep herself out of the spotlight, like she even had to try. But now Erica had brought all the attention onto herself anyway by running off to god knows where. What was worse, if her usual depressive attitude was any indication, she didn't mean to come back either. Kira bit her lip. She didn't know where to begin. She had to calm down. She had to do something. Starting with finding Erica. She ran off in the night, the police were told. The week before that was when Kira had discovered her involvement in Raven's death and confronted her about it, probably not the best choice now that she looked back on it. Erica had also broken up with her most recent boy toy adding him to an impressive collection for someone who'd only been at it since the beginning of the school year. Fred had that stupid blow up at school, too. But none of this meant anything. She wouldn't make a drastic action over anything Kira knew she'd seen this past week. Not unless she was even more emotional than expected. No... She wasn't the kind of person to just snap over that. She was the type that would have a secret. Last time she knew more than she was supposed to and acted on it alone. This was probably what she was doing again. She'd found something bad and ran straight for it. Just like last time. Maybe she was hoping for it to be enough to finish the job Raven couldn't... “You look rather pensive.†Victor observed from high above. As a tree spirit it was his tendency to look down on people whenever possible even if it meant sitting perched on a telephone pole. Or a dead brother as he'd sometimes call them. “Feels like I'm the only one thinking about how to solve this problem.†Kira snapped back. “I'm convinced that you should leave that girl alone. She isn't like the rest of you humans. She's got things to sort out for herself and your constant pity and condescension isn't going to help.†“I haven't been a normal human that long.†She grunted, clearly displeased. “You've always acted an awful lot like one. You were long ago tamed. You've probably forgotten what it's like to be wild, to be out there, vulnerable, but still powerful and confident enough to overcome it and take your place in the food chain.†He rambled on. “What would a tree like you know about a food chain?†Snapped the girl impatiently. She could never stand any of the old spirits that came from before thy called themselves demons. They were so old fashioned and slow about everything. They never wanted to get to the point and had no head for time sensitive matters. Dinosaurs. The lot of them. “I'm old. I've watched, learned, remembered. It's a bunch of naturey shit I don't expect you to understand after being domesticated for all those years. After that long in human form I'd probably be the same way and I'm easily ten times your age.†“Point taken. Still, my human sense of honor won't allow me to just sit idly by.†She continued pressing, hoping the conversation would move along a little faster for her effort. “You want to make sure she's still alive?†Victor bit, he either had something to say already or suddenly gained a certain respect for her impatience. “Yes. That's the case.†“I still am of the option that letting her just sort herself out alone is the way to go. She may die in this stupidly human process, but it's better than living the way she was.†“How so?†Kira was suddenly interested. She'd heard nothing but people worrying. But here there was someone who was under the impression that it was unfounded. It was especially odd since he had openly told her that Erica was the only human he could really understand, get a feeling for so to speak. “You guys never really look at people do you?†He scoffed. “Get to the point already, Victor.†“She had more negative feelings than a ghoul. She'd probably have become a renegade spirit long ago if she had died against Raven. Nothing anyone said or did, helped her. She just kept on falling deeper and deeper into a self perpetuating, self loathing depression. This is her chance to pull away from that downward spiral and you running interference won't make it any better. Sometimes there are things that it's actually worth dying over.†He replied coolly. “Things that are bigger than yourself!†Kira shouted back at his condescension. He had no idea what he was talking about and she had been stupid for listening. He was just like the others, useless. “You've never felt despair so I don't expect you to get it.†“What do you know about me?†“Your days in the woods were chronicled and relayed by the woods themselves and your time among the humans was whispered by the echoes of the dead brothers. It's simple really. For all of pretty much anyone could ever care. I know everything about their tiny little personal histories. Wood is everywhere and constantly calling out to me. It's just a matter of whether I'm close enough to hear it yet.†“Hmph. So what if I don't understand her? I don't need to understand to care!†Now he was just fanning the flames of her ire, but he acted totally oblivious, totally detached and aloof. Like he didn't even want to know what she was feeling about the whole thing. That's right. He didn't. “You need to understand to help, though. She's in a precarious position and let's not forget who had the greatest influence on her state other than herself?†He continued pedantically, like he was explaining something simple to an idiot. Maybe that was indeed what this felt like to him. What everything felt like to him at this point. “Me?†Kira was puzzled, he wasn't going where she had expected him to with this. “Close. It's Hughes. You are the person who has been the greatest influence on him, though. So I guess you were closer than just closer. Let's go with really close.†“So what am I supposed to do then?†“Are you asking for a palm reading?†He smirked almost imperceptibly as he launched himself to the ground. At over six and a half feet tall, he didn't need to be on top of a telephone pole to looks down on Kira. So he stood for a moment peering down his nose at her, unflappable as always, before slowly walking away, as if inviting her to follow. “Stop that pretentious 'I'm a tree I know everything' bullshit and help me.†He started tapping her foot and crossed her arms without following him an inch. Not that the tree gave a damn about her body language. He would continue spouting off at the mouth as always. She had to give him one thing, he was talkative for the spirit of something without a mouth and as annoying as that was, it meant she wasn't always called upon to prod him into talking at all. Things would be even slower than they are now, she shuddered to think. With that in mind she unfolded her arms and started walking. “I thought you were interested in helping her?†He groused with affected agitation. He hadn't quite gotten the hang of faking it. Though for something that couldn't feel emotion the same way as a human, one could say he was doing a decent job. “You know what I mean!†“Yes. I do. You mean to help the **** out of her whether she likes it or not. You intend to put her back near the thing that pains her most. You intend to try to keep your little happily ever after in tact. You want to please Hughes. You feel guilty about her and want to put an end to that feeling. But in the end, you couldn't really care much less about her. Erica the true entity, the human, is of at best secondary importance to you. You want to feel like you've repaid your debt and like you've done something good. You're doing this for yourself. Now isn't that right?†This time Kira paused, not out of irritation, but because she totally lacked the words to respond with. She was usually either quick witted or quick tempered enough to always have a retort, but when faced with such an evaluation she didn't know what to say. So her temper took over and led her into the stumbling sentence that followed. “I—I don't know, alright! It was just so easy before. Just kill this, save that. Why can't it be that simple with her?†“Dear, girl. It was never simple. You just chose to blind yourself to the problems your actions might be causing others. If we trace back through every incident you will always find scars and fallout. You just have never had to directly handle it until now. How's it feel having to deal with the consequences of your own actions?†Victor sighed. “Don't act all high and mighty. You can't pull this **** with me.†Kira remarked caustically. By now they had been steadily moving back toward the residential district and Justin's apartment. But Kira had had enough and rushed in front of Victor. Staring him down as fiercely as possible. “Is that your answer?†He asked as he came to a stop to avoid running into her. “I'm not going to answer that loaded ass question.†She snapped back. “Alright, I'll rephrase. Will you accept that what's happening to Erica is Hughes' fault?†“It's hers! She--†“Chose to have those feelings. Chose who she had feelings for. Chose that those feelings could never be returned or understood. Chose to go above herself and risk her life for her love's lover. Could have at any point just been the bigger girl and just done the right thing and stopped. Yup. All her fault. †He said sarcastically. For once it seemed he was the one impatient with her, even if he was being a bit circuitous about it. “Fuck off.†“Do you retract your answer then?†He asked forcibly. “No... I don't...†She sighed. She wasn't the type to back down, but when it came down to it she really had no idea what she was doing anymore and felt just as wrong no matter what she said. “Think on it for a bit. Talk to Hughes. Find out some more. We can't afford to have you running off, too.†He said suddenly calm and serene again. “It's sunrise already.†Kira noted solemnly. “Are you going to school today?†“Of course. I can't have everyone else worrying about me on top of this stupid ****.†She remarked coldly. Was that even a question? “You're really not a morning person. Perhaps you should get some more sleep in the future.†“Go to hell.†“I'll see you at school.†--- For the rest of the day Kira felt restless and barely payed any attention in class. Not that she usually did. These human topics moved along at a snail's pace. She wondered how they could stand anything so boring and dull. Still, it gave her time to organize her thoughts. Victor was smart. He usually thought things out long in advance and only started a conversation when he was good and ready. He'd probably had most of that exchange planned for weeks. But that meant that he knew more about Erica's condition that she did and chose not to tell anyone. He'd definitely either deny it or say that it was because no one asked him. She sighed, but then instantly regretted it upon realizing her desk was made of composite wood. Victor definitely had an advantage when it came to know what people were doing, but he couldn't possibly know what they were thinking even with his moribund agents everywhere. “Hey, Kira. Anybody home?†Justin waved his hand in front of her face. She hadn't realized that class had ended already and was about to retort harshly to him dragging her from her thoughts. But instead she paused for a moment and let herself realize that she wasn't angry at him at all. Even when he was being annoying he was a rather charming boy Kira thought to herself as she smiled in spite of herself and began her usual routine of following him out to lunch. They usually ate outside, but with the weather turning damp and unpredictably rainy they had begun using an empty classroom for their midday meal. “So...†Justin started about halfway through his sandwich. The fact that he'd remained silent so long told her what he was going to say and how he said it told her how much it meant to him. Why couldn't understanding all people be this easy? “I haven't found anything on Erica. From the look you're giving me, I can tell that you haven't either.†She replied grimly. “Yeah... I know it's really awkward to have me so worried over another girl, but you know that it's not like that, right?†He answered somewhat sheepishly. “I'm worried about her too. You don't have to apologize for having the full spectrum of feelings for your friends too. It's not like I'm the jealous type either, right?†She could never find it in herself to feel jealous before because she hadn't ever had a reason to be. She'd always been on some level aware of her superiority over normal humans and everyone else seemed to be as well. However, right now, with Justin's attention finally away from her, she was actually feeling quite jealous. Though, she wasn't quite aware of it yet. “Thanks.†“I'm always here for you. You know that.†She cooed soothingly as possible. “Yup.†He smiled like everything was alright for a moment. And for a moment she believed it too. “What's up, kids?†Victor saluted casually with a flick of his wrist as he entered. “Not much. Today's been pretty weird. People are still talking about her and we've been looking for a week with no real progress. It'd be great if we could get more help...†He trailed off and looked back down into his unfinished meal. Kira quickly picked up the slack and tried to keep Victor from saying anything unnecessary to him. “What's up with you, Victor?†Kira replied nonchalantly. “Glad you asked because something has been up with me, regarding our little search no less. Go figure that one out. Actually, don't. I'm just going to tell you anyways.†“Um...†Justin looked back up confusedly. He wasn't the brightest sort, but he meant well at least. Kira thought it was cute. “Regardless. First, I will only tell you this if you promise me that you will do nothing about it until I'm completely finished. Do you accept this?†Victor declared with a stately tone and a his index finger projected from the rest as if to indicate thee single condition. “Ye--†Justin began acceding immediately. Kira however was feeling a lot more distrustful of their frequent ally. “No. Don't be so quick to accept his terms.†She stood just as Victor began taking his seat. “Don't worry. I will be able to finish it today. I'm not going to drag it out or anything. I just don't need you two running off in the middle of the day. It would be suboptimal for all involved.†He replied, anticipating her reservations after their conversation that morning. “Is that a promise?†She pressed. “Yes. I will finish before midnight today.†He said with a hand over his heart in an empty, yet over dramatic show of sincerity. “Then we accept your terms.†Justin tried again to get a word in. “Don't be so quick to--†Kira protested, clearly ever so slightly ruffled and distressed. “This is important.†Justin insisted. “Fine. We accept.†She grumbled as she slumped back down into her chair with her arms crossed. “Good. I'll get through part one now and part two after class ends. Cool?†“Yeah. Cool. Get on with it.†“Patience is a human virtue, kiddo. Anyway, before we get sidetracked I'll move along with it. So as you both constantly need to be reminded. I know everything. Specifically and somewhat less impressively. I know everything that happens near plants. Dead or alive. I have a special affinity for trees though so I get the best information from wood. Lucky for all of you, Erica has wood panel flooring in her apartment. So I have a pretty good idea of what she's been doing since she started living there. At first I kept my mouth shut as a matter of politeness. She has a right to privacy the same as anyone else. Especially after all she went through. Anyway, our little tale begins nearly a year ago, when some kid she knew died. Thom Whitley, I think his name was.†“Tommy? What's he--†Justin started to interrupt. Victor bristled slightly at this and quickly took back the lead. “Story time, not discussion time. Now, shh. After he died she became aware of the fact that she didn't belong in this world of our with demons and magic. She did the smart thing and bowed out. Still she felt she needed to be a good friend to both you and him. So she studied up a bit. She found out the process for making demon wards like the one you gave himâ€, he said pointing from Kira to Justin, “and he turned around and handed to her when he outgrew it.†He finished, pointing from Justin to an image of Erica he'd scrawled out on the desk in whiteboard marker as he spoke. When he was satisfied that they'd followed him, he erased it and went on to draw out more visual aids as he spoke, pointing at them every so often. “So she wrote. The boards tell me that she spent over a thousand hours making wards. That adds up to about half a year of full time work with no vacation in case you need a reference point and a good reason why she'd made herself so scarce since this whole thing began. She had by my count fifty one thousand three hundred and twenty six of them by the time she was finished. She kept them all hidden from everyone, though. No idea why. Maybe she didn't want to look like an idiot, or get told that what she was doing was pointless or something to that effect. She just wanted to do be doing something, I guess.†He shrugged disinterestedly as he went on. “So May rolls around and we're all ready to go fight Faernicarius and shit. It's the final battle and we're pretty much set up to win if you look at it in retrospect. Their at the height of their ritualistic ravings and doomsaying and whatever else the fuckthey thought would allow them to flood this land in spiritual energy and all that naïve bullshit. So the last thing on their mind is defense, they just want it done before anyone can interfere. The problem for them is we knew that was the case. At this point we still had a problem of our own, though. Raven's still alive at this point.†He said pointing to a badly drawn bird. “Now be aware I'm not certain of a bunch of the details concerning the events I'm about to describe, but I get the gist of it. Anyway. He's lying in wait and he's got a smite spell with your name on it Kira. He's always hated you and now he's got the means and the order handed down from on high. It's absolutely delicious to him. She finds out from that dowsing bitch and interrupts his ambush. Draws him into a trap of her own. All of the wards she'd ever written set up in one place. Ready to be activated. She locks him in the abandoned shopping plaza downtown and then they fight.†He admires his handiwork, an image depicting two bulbous headed stick figures rushing at each other with battle menus above their heads, then quickly erases it and begins the next visual aid. “Things get really ugly from here on out. You know how she says she was in a minor car accident that night and she spent the summer with her grandparents? She's lying on both accounts, well more or less. He had to use his demon skin, you know? Yeah, if it weren't for the power boost you'd gotten from contracting with Hughes, Kira, you'd have lost to him in that state. He didn't ever use that smite spell, though. He saved it, probably hoping he'd get to use it for his master. Either way, she was basically dead at the end of it and a random passerby nearly ran over her on their way through a 'shortcut' and ended up instead called the hospital and saved her life. Probably also orchestrated by Liz, mind you. I do hate that girl. And also probably where she got the hit by a car part of her story. Anyway. She lives miraculously but about forty percent of her skin has been shredded to protein, she's lost a ton of blood and probably broken some bones. "So it's less like a car hit her and more like it hit her and then dragged her under it for about a hundred yards. That's why she was gone for the summer. The city hospital wasn't equipped to handle someone as uniquely fucled up as she was so she was taken to the hospital her grandparents own out in the suburbs. That's where she got the stayed with her grandparents part, I guess. She was in critical care for a month, normal bed rest for a month and rehab for a month over the summer. That's why she wears thigh highs and sweaters all the time now. She's got nasty scarring all up and down that tiny little frame of hers. It's pretty horrible to see; like she got caught in a wood chipper or something.†He shuddered at his own drawing. A sloppy little blob with limbs and scribbles all over it with two labels pointing vaguely at it. One reading, “Erica,†and the other, “Scars.†Next to her there was a box labeled, “wood chipper,†apparently chewing on one of her arms. “Anyhow. She's been continuing her rehab back here and pretending like nothing even happened. I cannot even begin to fathom why she'd try to hide it... Hah, let's be real. It's the same reason she does everything. And we all remember the answer to that one?†“Quit being a dick and get on with it!†Kira snapped, her hand already reaching over and yanking on his collar instinctively. “It's fine, Kira. Just leave it.†Justin murmured as he placed his hand on her arm gently, pulling her back into her seat more with the force of his words than his arm. “But he's--†She protested in frustration, her face flushing slightly at the constant annoyance she'd been called upon to tolerate from all sides. “Yeah, he's poking at me. But I deserve it, okay? I don't deserve to have you constantly sticking up for me and trying to comfort me. I basically did this through my own negligence. I swore I'd protect everyone important to me and this is what came of it. So let him make fun, it's better than I deserve.†“Don't take a little joke so seriously. It's unbecoming of the Hero of Souls. Now I have time for a few questions before we go back to class.†Victor kept cool and detached as he spoke, as if this were a school topic or something he'd read about in the news. Though, he'd joined their side of the fight, Kira found it incredibly hard to be sure of what he was truly after at any given point. “Where did she fight Raven, exactly?†Justin asked after several moments of silence. He wouldn't look the unflappable tree spirit in the eye, but he tried to show determination in his voice at least. “It's in the old town shopping district, where the Japanese immigrants set up shop around the time this city was founded. I'm pretty sure the name was Abeno-something or other. You won't find anything there. I told you that dowser, Liz, had a hand in this. She doesn't just leave well enough alone.†“Alright.†“Well, I've got a bit of a walk, so if you don't mind me.†He rose and brushed himself off, pocketed the marker and nearly set off with his slightly gamboling stride that came from his slight unfamiliarity with walking at all. “Wait. One more question.†Kira snapped suddenly. She wasn't sure why she'd bothered, there wasn't much to ask at this point all the things she wanted to know were going to be classified as part two material. Still she wanted to get some word in before he walked off all smug and self assured. “Yes?†“Do you know where she is?†“I know where she went.†He confirmed vaguely. “Well, I'll be off then if there's nothing else.†Kira instantly turned back to Justin. His head was still down and he seemed almost to sway unsteadily. She quickly rushed to his side. He had always been the one to hold her up when she was dejected and depressed. It was weird seeing the opposite side of that. It wasn't right seeing him worried and weak. He was supposed to be headstrong and confident and even stubborn. But something inside of him hadn't been right since she left. Maybe she was a more important fixture in his 'little dream world' as Fred had put it. He'd said that love was all he needed, that nothing else in the world mattered but her. Kira had for the first time in her life felt special. For once she felt like she was being seen as more than the sum of her requisite specs and as an actual peer, a person, a human. But now she knew how immature she'd been in believing him and how stupid he'd been in saying it. The world wasn't made of just two people. It was made of all sorts even the strange sorts. So she needed to be the strong on for now, she needed to be the one to carry them both for a while. “Justin. You heard the bell didn't you?†“Yeah.†“I'm not going to say I know she's alright. But I'm going to tell you something that might be almost as comforting.†“What's that?†“She still loves you.†“How I that supposed to be comforting. Something awful like that.†“Think about it. You came back to life because you loved me. The situation may be different, but people this inextricably linked to magic and spirits don't die easily when they feel they've still got something to do.†“What's does she have to do?†“If it were me, I'd say that the thing she's trying to do is get over you.†On Kira's face a faint smile could be seen and Justin couldn't help but feel his lips mirroring hers. She had a way about her sometimes. Maybe that's why he loved her? --- While no arrangements had been formally made on location, Justin and Kira knew that whenever anyone said to meet after school they would meet directly off campus across the street. This time was no different, Victor awaited them patiently, if not drowsily. He yawned loudly on their approach, though as a tree spirit he never had slept a wink in all his days. “So you ready for our field trip, kids?†He grinned hollowly. This part wasn't going to be as fun for him it seemed. “So where are we headed?†Kira asked tentatively. “You'll see. Knowing won't make us get there any faster.†Victor said with a hand motion indicating that he meant for them to follow. “...Alright.†Kira acceded hesitantly. Then they were off. He did not speak at first. At first he just walked and they followed. It was only as they began to traverse the hills and old winding cobbled stone roads of the old town moving inexorably towards the newly renovated downtown district that he began. “So I left off at the beginning of this school year. shit happened, she took out her emotional troubles on some unfortunate bystanders, blah blah, blah. Then a week before her disappearance, that's when things started going odd. Erica was contacted by... something. In my investigation I've found that it doesn't have a physical form. So I've been trying to reach out and see what it is. But all I've found out is it's bad. ****all evil. Like the Fae were lunatics and a threat to all human life on the planet to be sure, but they weren't evil. You understand what I'm getting at?†“Yeah. It was a war. No one was completely right or wrong. We just had something to protect and they had something to accomplish. It was a sad conflict of interests, I guess you could say if you were gonna be totally dispassionate.†Justin agreed solemnly. He'd never had to think of it that way until now, but it seemed so obvious when he took the time. Maybe there were other things that he'd been missing as well, he mused passively as Victor continued. “Yeah. So these guys are just evil. They don't want a better world for themselves and their kind. They're not even the type to destroy everything. They want it to keep turning in a perpetual state of suffering for everything else. They are that kind of evil. Anyway. They or maybe one of them, I'm not even sure if it's one plural identity or a group of singular ones or if there's really a difference at this point. Either way, she was contacted by this evil. I saw her talking to it but the wood only sees what's there. If there's a projection straight into someone's mind or some other kind of illusion I won't be able to see it either. This was something kinda like that, just stranger. “Either way she got mad at it and she spent the next week researching it. Unfortunately for me, she never points her laptops screen so that the floorboards or papers can see what's on it. I've been able to piece a few things together based on the books she was reading but it's been slow and I've already hit a dead end. I know that she was looking at a book entitled, Demons and Mythos in Medieval Europe and a few others along the same vein. That'd be an indicator towards a form of spirit normally, but that evil scent I caught off of they agent or the tendril or whatever the hell that thing that contacted her was definitely like no demon I've ever encountered or heard of. Given the hundreds of years I've been alive, that narrows the field a bit. So either we've got some spite filled uberghoul or something even worse on our hands, she's determined. "Seems like a job for the Hero of Souls, right? So what does Erica do at this point? She decides she'll try and fix this one herself.†The city streets around them was dark and seemingly abandoned, so whenever Victor paused to look back at his audience there was a nearly complete silence over them. A silence interrupted only by the dull clapping of asphalt with rubber as they pressed on. It made Kira anxious and every time it happened she'd take a moment to turn and look behind her as well. Justin however seemed totally engrossed whatever thoughts this story brought up in him and just stared blankly back at the ancient spirit when he turned. “Anyway. So when the thing made contact with her, she was given some magical item, I think the proper term is fetish or something. Regardless it acted as a beacon and allowed her to find where these things were hiding. I found the same physical place yesterday, only there was nothing there. Just a normal hotel with no signs of spiritual or negative energy. I even went inside and searched the place. It's totally clean, like she was never there. So that's the other part of the story. She wants to go play hero or martyr depending on the results of this escapade and leaves us knowing exactly where she went but not where she is.†He concluded with a satisfied bow and flourish, just as the reached the threshold of the old town and the new downtown no less. “So where do we go from here?†Kira asked cautiously. This whole thing seemed like a big round about way of telling them that there was nothing they could do this time. So it was all the more to her surprise when Victor smiled and began spouting off plans. “We see if she's cleared the search history on her computer, first. It was when she was sitting with her laptop that she first seemed to indicate she knew what was happening. We also conduct our own search using the information we've already got. I'm pretty awful with computers so I figured you two would do that part. In order to narrow that search we've got Kira's contacts in the demon underworld and Justin's title and accomplishments. So that's the plan. Questions, comments, concerns, complaints? This year's second update. Whoo hoo.
I'm not even rolling. I'm just waiting.
It's not directly adjacent in spacetime to that point. It's not the point's father from an alternate dimension, it's not the point's future self in the form of a heroic spirit, i's not the point's evil twin sisterbrother, it's not the point's cousin and it's not the point's uncle. It is in actuality the point itself.
Is it a nice boat?
No. My heart tells me not to. It tells me that this **** is ****in' bananas. Not even bananas. It's bananahammocks. It's big grey green greasy limpopo river all set about with fever trees bananahammocks.
No. He shouldn't do what his heart tells him not to. I clicked that ****er and I was like, "This is distinctly not God Hand." That was indeed my first thought. I didn't think, "Wow, GTA4 looks pretty slick like that." **** that. I was wondering why anyone would consider any permutation of anything not God Hand to be more beautiful than God Hand itself. That **** is bananas.
But it's distinctly not God Hand.
Done .
I could cheat on tests by screwing with people I knew were smarter than me. Since it just uses me as a basis, I could theoretically increase other people's stats if they are inferior to mine. This means I could achieve a minimum intelligence level in any group or conversation. I'd probably just use it to make people understand what it's like to be me, though. Being able to understand other people is pretty important and if you can give someone that feeling, I think they'd take it to heart and be more aware of it in their everyday life. Maybe it'd help out or something.
The idea, is in a battle of wits or a battle of strength I'd lose. With this it becomes a matter of whether they can handle suddenly becoming weaker as well as me who's always been weak. It doesn't just remove powers, it changes their physical abilities and mental capacity.
Wurst member is not a valid category for nomination.
Bookmaker: the ability to drop an opponent's skills, status and emotional state to the same as mine.
According to comrade Amaury it's EDT.
When threads die, they die because no one likes them, I've come to accept this. So should you.
Respect your elders.
I was thinking the same thing. Though, this game is moderately better as I wasn't playing on a Famicom and I also didn't use the UK release name.
