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He must also be the Father and Son by that logic. After all, only God can make a trio.

On The Other Side

Entry 1: That One Guy

“Hi, My name is Guy Loser, pronounced Loh-zer no matter how it’s spelled, okay?” The pin striped suited man on the patchy display of the cheap digital camera paused momentarily to adjust himself and clear his throat before continuing. He was sitting in a plain swivel chair with no armrests in a moderately sized office at a moderately sized desk with a rather large monitor sitting atop it and various other things cluttered the floor and any other surface available. “This is kinda my story I guess, I‘ll be updating it periodically to kinda document my existence… ‘cause I don‘t wanna die and I don‘t wanna be forgotten but in this line of work those two things are pretty much the most likely of things to happen.”

“Hey Guy. Whatcha doing?” A face framed with wavy blonde hair popped onto the display before the camera was hastily hidden away rather clumsily. The grey suited girl who the face belonged to simply chuckled. “Scratch that, whatcha hiding?”

“It’s nothing.” He replied turning to look at her. She was beautiful, at least he thought so, until she did clear her throat and, as she inevitably would, open her mouth to acerbically insult him in some way or another.

“Don’t be that way. It’s not as if I can have a lower opinion of you than I do now.” She said, clearly embittered by her assignment to assist him, a lower ranked operative, in his work.

“Thanks for that, but my answer still stands.” He smiled affectedly and the turned back to his desk.

“Whatever, so you got anything on the target or was ‘nothing’ in the way?” She scoffed.

“I got it.” He tossed a folder over and watched her stalk out disappointedly. If it was office work he couldn’t be beaten at it, in fact he wondered sometimes why he became a spy rather than a salary man or a records keeper. With a shrug he brought back out the camera and continued his entry in his digital diary. “That was Edwina Laud my polar opposite. She’s successful in everything she does and pretty nearly stands atop the department in terms of ability and missions completed. I would expect a positive transfer for her soon, maybe work abroad even. Anyways, we’ve been assigned to the same project… Gyroscope they call it. I can’t say more on it now but it starts with finding out about a girl named Chrysanthemum Florins, coded as The Hacker--by me of course--, and messing up her life as royally as possible, that folder was a dossier I fabricated based on her entire life. I couldn’t care less about the shut-in nerd thief but I don’t get why the department would.”

“Hey, new orders are in.” Edwina called from the next room. “You gotta come too.”

“Got it.” He turned off the camera and placed in in his bag and left the oddly cramped office. He made his way to the conference room with an slow almost hesitant gait, as he contemplated the possibilities of the meeting and new orders. When he finally arrived Edwina was sitting next to their supervisor making some sort of small talk. In fact, they kept it going on in the same hushed voices until he had taken his seat across from them and waited for several seconds expressionlessly. Since both were his superiors in seniority, hierarchy, and general standing he barely felt it was his place to interrupt.

“When did you get here, I swear you’re as quiet as a mouse.” The supervisor was a brown haired woman in her mid-thirties with fair skin and a friendly face; she wore the same kind of black suit as everyone in the department and carried the air of a friendly coworker but kept a badge marking her as a section head around her neck at all times.
“I apologize.” He said dispassionately. “May I hear--”

“Ah yes. Your new orders have been decided upon.” He waited for a continuation before realizing he was supposed to respond somehow to this little tidbit as if he was first hearing it, which was absurd because he never came into that office for longer than it took to receive his orders. “No need to be so dry, we’re all friends here right?”

“That’s right, sorry.” He apologized slightly inclining his head slightly as he spoke.

“Come on, you’ll never be a field agent with that manner.”

“Yeah, that’s also right.” He murmured letting his eyes drop to the side.

“Okay, well orders are to look up a new target.” She said simply as she slid a folder across to him. Guy perused quickly and almost frowned for an instant.

“Another kid?”

“Yes. This one, however, is a bit trickier to deal with since he’s got a few friends and a bit of a paranoia to contend with.”

“I’ll pull his records and take some surveillance, you can expect my work by the end of the week.”

“I just want some passive analysis for now don’t get too far in and don‘t do anything too--intrusive, besides it might be a bit harder than you‘re giving it credit for being, you have a month for preliminary work and I‘ll give further instructions then.”

“Understood.” Guy said slightly more stiffly as he felt somewhat insulted by the copious amounts of time given to finish such and easy task.

“Well I guess that’s all then, have fun with the new assignment.” She said waving him off and examining herself in a compact mirror.

“I’ll have my work to you when I’m done. I’m correct in assuming I’m no longer on the project?” Guy said almost hopeful that his tenure with Edwina was over.

“Ha, you’re a funny one. This is still part of the project. Edwina will be accompanying you for most of the mission and continue overseeing your intelligence gathering. She has already received her orders regarding the matter.” Their superior laughed and returned to her examination of her face. Guy was left somewhat disheartened.

“I see. Thank you. Ma’am.” He exited the room with a nod of his head and trod back to his office where he sighed and sat down in a swivel chair.

“That kid has the personality of cup ramen.” The superior commented seconds after he’d closed the door behind him.

“He gets his work done, I wouldn’t complain.” Edwina said dryly. She stood up and pushed apart the vinyl slats of the blinds to get a look out of the window. She quickly withdrew and plucked a handgun from her jacket and fired out the window without looking again. The glass did not shatter it merely crackled as the armor piercing round tore through it and lodged itself into the brain of a sniper across the street. She looked out the window again to examine her work, then holstered her gun and looked back at her superior.

“I suppose, but it’s a bit annoying to see someone as depressed as him all the time.” She responded, putting away the mirror ad looking at Edwina expectantly.

“The job isn’t what he wanted, most people have to come to terms with that or get into a different line of work.” The blonde remarked picking up the shell casing and examining it with a kind of pleased fascination.

“Too late for that it seems.” The brunette replied.

“That’s because he’s an idiot.” Edwina chuckled tossing the shell away as if she lost interest in it suddenly.

“A useful idiot.” The woman corrected with an authoritative edge to her voice. Edwina looked at her in the eye and then walked out.

“So that’s my life. Talking to a camera to impress my memory onto this earth because I can’t impress others, I can’t talk to others properly, I can’t draw or write or do anything that would get anyone to notice me, all I can do is finish the job and let it be. Life did suck when I grew up. Well looks like I’m almost outta tape. This is me, Guy Loser, signing off for January the 21st 2013.”

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I cannot make distinctions between my normal speech and memes.

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ec·to·plasm (kt-plzm)n.1. Biology The outer portion of the continuous phase of cytoplasm of a cell, sometimes distinguishable as a somewhat rigid, gelled layer beneath the cell membrane.
2. a. The visible substance believed to emanate from the body of a spiritualistic medium during communication with the dead.
b. An immaterial or ethereal substance, especially the transparent corporeal presence of a spirit or ghost.


ecto·plasmic adj.

But who's on third?

The shape of the face and the eyes are awkward, not bad per se but awkward. The wings are unfinished. Other than that there is not anything really egregious here.

It's funny how in some ways this sketch is not really that great in some aspects and totally bowls me over with its quality in others. The good of the picture lies in the physics and anatomy for the most part, I'd also say your pose selection was good, real good.

I think your writing is in an awkward phase of development right now. It's not bad or inexperienced enough for me to give general advice on construction and style but it's not good enough for me to like it for it's stylistic merits. I could go through this giving suggestions on what would be best to put in every place I take issue with but in the end I don't think that's the most helpful way to go about helping you when your writing is already almost entirely grammatically correct. So, I guess the only thing I can suggest to improve is that you keep practicing and that you read more fiction. Do not read the more modern fiction, it is more of a hindrance than it is a help in most cases because the you can get more out of some of the actual writing in the older stuff in my opinion. So yes to things like The Princess Bride and The Once and Future King, and no to things like Eragon and Harry Potter. So yeah.

The different style you used makes it look sorta wrong at first but I think the attention to detail and overall construction is pretty good. Worlds beyond me, big worlds.

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True. No more Berlin wall. *sighs*

I was really confused momentarily. I thank you for your timely and concise assistance.

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