Flamer: the Series

[Abaddon]

Meanwhile....

Alexia: You don’t come off to me as the type who’s into the craft.

Twylight: Well, I dabble for fun, but not in any way that compromises my values.

Alexia: The cross, that’s what threw me.

Twylight: I don’t know if anyone at church would approve of me experimenting with Wiccanery and getting into devilry and such, so I try and keep it to a minimum. I’m on my knees more often since I started.

Alexia: eh?

Twylight: Praying! On my knees praying.

Alexia: So, what kind of stuff have you done.

Twylight: Mostly minor stuff. At least until last night. I felt something different. Like a door was opened. All of a sudden I knew exactly what to do, and how to do it. As if I was channeling some energy source and having it manifest in exactly the way I needed it to. When I closed my eyes, I saw it.

Alexia: What did you see?

Twylight: A spinning ball of something. I’m not sure what it was, but I knew that it was powerful and that I was connected to it in a way I’ve never been connected to something before.

Alexia: The Well.

Twylight: What is that?

Alexia: Everyone here with any remote connection to a fictional or mythological entity has a connection to the Well. Many magick users have adopted it as a more effective method of spell casting.

Alexia: It’s much more complex than the run of the mill spell any Scarlet Witchian can conjure up. Every single person and object here is made of billions of tiny bits of information. All that information is basically compressed energy. Tapping into the Well allows you to harness that energy’s full potential, and to use to manipulate the world around you. Have you heard of Thelema?

Twylight: ...?

Alexia: If you're willing, I can teach you how to use it.

Twylight: Teach? Would it involve sacrificing animals, or worshipping some other god?

Alexia: Well, no.

Twylight: Good, cause no one comes between me and my Jesus.

Alexia: I have to warn you. The deeper we go, the more you'll find yourself on your knees.

Twylight:

Alexia: Praying.

Twylight: I don't know.

Alexia: Don't you want to see how far the hole goes?

Twylight: I'm willing if you'll show me.


Toven appears and gently puts her arm around Twy


Toven: Hey, friend.

Twylight: um..hi.

Toven: How long have we known each other?

Twylight: Pretty long.

Toven: Great, I need you to do me a very big favor. Give me the homework for 5th period class.

Twylight: I can't help you.

Toven: Come, on. Don't be that way. Not after everything we've been through.

Twylight: Riiight. Alexia, this is Toven. Toven this is--

Toven: Didn’t ask. Now, won’t you do me this special favor? I’ll teach you how to put on make-up correctly.

Twylight: I’m not even in your class.

Toven: Oh..damnit. I’m trying to remember this one ugly guy, but I forget his name. He has a funny head, he’s ugly and probably poor. He likes Batman a lot or something, and I think he makes avatars. Codeine…Connie…Cocoaine.. Something.

Twylight: Cconn?

Toven: Cconn!

Alexia: Cconn…

Toven: K, where is he?

Twylight: I saw him go into the locker room earlier.

Toven: Perfect.


Toven brushes past them as if they didn’t exist


Alexia: Cconn…I know him.

Twylight: You..you do?

Alexia: It’s very familiar to me. My--uh, sister, must have known him.

Twylight: I’m not quite following.

Alexia: When she died, I think her memories were given to me. I see flashes from a past I never lived. They’re jumbled and most are hard to place together.

Twylight: What do you--or,she, last remember?

Alexia: Well…

Abaddon: Speaking of memory.

Twylight: Abba! Didn’t see you the--, oh, darn. I forget I left you waiting.
Sorry.

Abaddon: S’okay. Catching up with another friend?

Twylight: This is Alexia Dark.

Abaddon: I know.

Alexia: We’ve met?

Abaddon: Something like that. Listen, Twy I have a class to get to, so we’ll catch up later.

Twylight: Sure, where do you want to meet?

Abaddon: Oh, I’ll find you. *leaves*

Alexia: We should take this conversation someplace private, if you don't mind.

Twylight: Sure.

[/lesbian subtext]

 

[LarryLegend]

Love the update and the new car. That scene with LL and Daisy was gold, I tell you gold. Heck it was all good, nice characterization of twylight.

 

[Abaddon]

Turning the corner of the hallway, Abaddon discretly puts in a small earpiece

Abaddon: You there? Good. We have a problem. I'll meet with you later.

Jollyjohnny: meet up with who?

Abaddon: AH!

Jollyjohnny: Hello.


Abaddon quickly grabs JJ by the shoulder and pulls him into an adjacent classroom, closing the door behind him


Abaddon: What the hell do you think you're doing? Oh, I know: compromising my mission by having me seen with you.

Jollyjohnny: Bison sent me to make sure you’re focused on the job.

Abaddon: Oh,really?

Jollyjohnny: ...yes

Abaddon: Hmm…what’d you do?

Jollyjohnny: Stole his porn and left pee on his toilet seat.

Abaddon: I see. Well, I’m not having any trouble so you’re free to have the day to yourself, piss-misser. I won’t tell Bison. Promise.

Jollyjohnny: That ain’t gonna fly .

Abaddon: So you’re going to hover around me all day so I can’t do my job, so you can report to Bison that I failed and he can have me imprisoned, sodomized, and/or murdered so you can get back on his good side?

Jollyjohnny: Wow, that’s a great idea. I mean, I was just going to bull**** around for awhile then find you at the end of day, but your way works too. Thanks. That’s some imagination there, guy.

Abaddon: You forget I’m a professional. Take a hike.

Jollyjohnny: Who were you talking to?

Abaddon: My imaginary friend.

Jollyjohnny: What's his name?

Abaddon: Captain Howdy. Now beat it before you ruin things.

Jollyjohnny: It’s not like you’re doing anything. What’s so hard
about getting the girl and her Flamerettes into a room and blowing it up?

Abaddon: No finesse, no style, just something vulgar and ham-fisted? Lameness. Besides, how do you know she isn’t immune to fire?

Jollyjohnny: eh…shut up. That’s how!

Abaddon: I can see why you made Shadaloo’s Alpha team. If it were that simple, you goons would’ve tried it and failed ten times over by now.

Jollyjohnny: What do you have planned?

Abaddon: Something special.

Jollyjohnny: I think you’re just stalling.

Abaddon: Why would I be stalling?

Jollyjohnny: Because of a certain light that is, shall we say, twyish.

Abaddon: She’s not distracting me. If anything she’s helping.

Jollyjohnny: Helping you change your mind about this whole thing

Abaddon: I’m not backing out. The more information I get from her, the easier it’ll be. When the time is right, I’ll pull her strings and she’ll lead all her friends including The Flamer into a world of unspeakable pain. And now I’ve got an urge to play with marionettes.

Jollyjohnny: What happens to her, then?

Abaddon: Snip snip.

Jollyjohnny: We shall see.

Abaddon: Indeed we will. Now if only you'd stay the hell outta my way instead of looking so suspicious.

Jollyjohnny: Okay, but I'll be watching...

 

[Abaddon]

Kipobe's Office
LL enters the room with several faculty members behind him. Just across from him Daisy leaned uncomfortably against a wall next to Brodie


Kipobe: Well, I'm glad you all made it.

Daisy: There's only the six of us here.

Kipobe: The six most important people here.

Larrylegend: Or the only six dumb enough to show up. I should've seen this coming.

Coach Brodie: While we're here, please take a copy of my latest screenplay.

Daisy: I don’t think anyone can make sense of your handwriting.

Coach Brodie: What do you know? You're a woman.

Princ. Kipobe: Now, now, folks. Let’s all pay attention to me.

Larrylegend: Why did you call us here.

Princ. Kipobe: oh, right. I was just getting to that. You see, there’s been some bad news, blahblahblahblah, budget cuts, blahblahblahblah, failing grades, yadayadayada, high mortality rate, mumblemumblemumble, and so I’m shutting down all the extracurricular activities and trimming your pay.

Daisy: What?!

Larrylegend: the hell

Paradoxium: Insanity!

Princ. Kipobe: You heard me. No more clubs, no more tutoring, no more irrelevant classes, and silly art shows.

Coach Brodie: What about sports?

Princ. Kipobe: Sports will continue as usual. You’ll just have to supply your own uniforms and equipment.

Mixairian: This isn’t right. Most of us only take part in that crap because we don’t get paid enough.

Princ. Kipobe: Relax, I am keeping one extracurricular: the school play. We’ll be pooling our resources into it for the next few weeks.

Mixairian: Why that of all things?

Daisy: Yes, Kipobe. Why is a school play more important than any of the other activities we’ve devoted our time to?

Princ. Kipobe: I’m glad you asked. You see, it isn’t. It’ll either be a grand success, or a spectacular failure. Brilliant!!

Larrylegend: You’ve lost it, man.

Daisy: You’re not being reasonable.

Paradoxium: It isn’t fair to us or any of the students.

The Lizard: Maybe we can work something out.

Princ. Kipobe: Alright fine, since you’re all being such babies you can keep the activities, but only if they focus on the play.

The Lizard: That’s not what I had in mind.

Princ. Kipobe: Excellent, then it’s settled. The six of you will form a committee that’ll manage the extracurricular activities and ensure that they all promote our school play. You can take out of your pockets to contribute to the maintenance of your beloved clubs. You'll also handle handle the technical and legal business of our production. It’ll be magnificent. Thank you all. Get the **** out of my office.


LL prepares to ask a question when Kipobe whips out a sawed-off shotgun from his desk drawer and aims it at the group.


Princ. Kipobe: *c0cks gun* You were saying…?


the staff members grumble, and swear under their breaths as Kipobe roughly drives them out of the room.


Daisy: UNBELIEVABLE! I swear, tomorrow morning I’m marching right down to the superintendent’s office and ending this. If Kipobe thinks he can push us around and manipulate us into taking part in this moronic little charade he’s got another thing coming.

The Lizard: Right on. So…..who wants to head the committee?

Mixairian: Not it!

Paradoxium: Not it.

Coach Brodie: Not it.

Larrylegend: Not it.

The Lizard: not it!

Daisy: No-- Oh, crap.

 

[Darren Daring]

I have very nice handwriting

 

[Abaddon]

The Lizard: Glad that's taken care of.

Daisy: Yeah, because I was looking forward to more work than I could possibly handle.

Mixairian: Who isn't these days?

Daisy: i guess I'll round up the other teachers who work afterschool and get them in on this. You guys can help out and maybe we'll have a preliminary meeting.

Paradoxium: Sure, sure. And uh, Daisy, you got a little smudge on your blouse there.

Daisy: What? Where?


Daisy looks down and tries to get a good look at her shirt. As she raises her head she see's the group spriting down the hall towards the parking lot exit.


Daisy:


She chases after them, managing to dodge the various objects Brodie hurls at her to slow her down. They manage to make it out the door, and Mixairian slams the door shut behind LL and the Coach. Sounds of struggle can heard on the other side of the door as the escapees barricade the door. Finally caught up, Daisy stares them both down with a malevolent look in her eyes.


Daisy: You are going to help.


Filled with the terrifying fear of doing actual work, Brodie closes his eyes and makes a desperate decision. He looks to LL, then to Daisy, then back to LL


Coach Brodie: I'm sorry.


Brodie wipes the sweat off his forehead and makes a run for the adjacent staircase, but before Daisy can catch him he manages to escape her grasp by throwing himself down a flight of steps, sacrificing his body in the process. Daisy and LL cringe at the sound of each sickening thud until it comes to an abrupt stop. They slowly move towards the landing and peer over at his lifeless body sprawled out on the floor


Daisy: Was that really necessary?

Larrylegend: I'd say no.

 

[LarryLegend]

I need to exercise more if I couldn't escape.

 

[Abaddon]

Daisy: Well, I guess I'll talk you later.

Larrylegend: what?

Daisy: later, you know, as in not right now?

Larrylegend: You chased me down so you could tell me you'll talk to me later?

Daisy: No, I just realized there wasn't much of an urgency. I'll get you and the others to meet up later and hammer out the details of this thing.


Daisy walks back into the hallway and LL curiously follows


Larrylegend: Wait up. *catches up*

Daisy: Yeah, I'm a little pressed for time right now. So much to do, yadda,yadda,yadda.

Larrylegend: Is that you can't have a conversation with me for more than 30 seconds?

Daisy: Well, sometimes people get busy, LL. It's nothing personal, it just happens. I'm sure you'll find some way to pass the time.

Larrylegend: Really? Because it seems like you're just avoiding me because of what happened last night.


several students stop and stare


Daisy: *flustered* It's not what you think! Damnit LL, now is not the time to talk about this.

Larrylegend: Then when?

Daisy: Alright, fine. I was going to put this off till I thought the time was right, but you've been so good at getting in the way, so here it is: I'm sorry. I know I had few too many, and I may have said some things that were inappropriate. It's regrettable, and though Idon't quite remember it all, I know I was at least partially responsible. *sighs* there.

Larrylegend: Apology accepted.....again.

Daisy: Huh?

Larrylegend: I'm accepting your apology. Just like I did last night when you called me from the bar.

Daisy: ...I called you?

Larrylegend: Yup. I didn't expect you to remember. You were pretty hammered.

Daisy: I see....

Larrylegend: Well, bygones be bygones and all that.

Daisy: This was fun for you, wasn't it?

Larrylegend: Li'l bit.

Daisy:

Larrylegend: What?

Daisy: I don't have time for this. Don't you have some meeting with a porn star?

Larrylegend: Ah, so this all goes back to her. Just what exactly is your porblem with Titti?

Daisy: I don't have a problem with Titti. Titti is great. In fact I wouldn't mind seeing more of Titti. Titti, Titti, Titti!

Larrylegend: Good.

Daisy: I'm sure we'll have deep conversations about Kierkegard and politics the light chat on the gratification of the reverse cowgirl.

Larrylegend: Titti happens to be very intelligent. She has a degree in Economics.

Daisy: Right, who’d she give her thesis to, Professor Cockinfanny?

Larrylegend: Now you’re just being petty.

Daisy: She's a nice girl, but she's boring, and if I may, skanky.

 

[Abaddon]

Larrylegend: One drunken dinner gave you that impression?

Daisy: No, I was pretty much on the fence until she flashed me under the table. I've never seen a vagina so mutilated in my life.

Larrylegend: Well I'm sure it wasn't on purpose. She's just not a big fan of undergarments. And you of all people should be able to appreciate art.

Daisy: You mean the art of a bush shaved in the shape of a helipad? Or the eight piercings spread out decoratively? Hell she had a tattoo of a dragon with an enormous penis stretching out into her ass!

Larrylegend: Sounds like you got a better look than i did.

Daisy: I couldn't have gotten a better look if I rented one of her porno's.

Larrylegend: Oh come on, don't get all high and mighty. I'm sure you got pretty loose yourself at the Bronco Bar.

Daisy: Yeah, I enjoyed flirting the smelly trucker kept buying me drinks. That was lovely.

Larrylegend: Did you bring him home?

Daisy: I’m sure if I could remember it’d be none of your business.

Wareagle: Whoa, when did you two get hitched?

Daisy: What are you-OH MY GOD!

Larrylegend: 'eagle?!

Wareagle: In the flesh.


Hype High Gymnaisum Locker Room
The students quickly empty out the room leaving CConn to sit and sulk staring mournfully at the picture of Dbella in his locker.


Hunter Rider: You coming to the Soda Pop Shop?

Cconn: No.

Hunter Rider: Good, just wanted to make sure. You know, with you being unwelcome and all. Tis cool.

Cconn: So it is.

Hunter Rider: So you're just going to mope around thinking about how you killed beloved Bella?

Cconn: Actually I was planning on taking something to help put things in perspective....or kill me, I forget the specifics.

Hunter Rider: Ah, cheer mate. It ain't all that bad.
Sure what you did was horrible and most people aren't willing to forgive you. S**t happens, you know?

Cconn: I don't need a pep talk.

Hunter Rider: if you say so, mate. But maybe you can start the healing can start by forgiving yourself.


Hunter puts on his top hat and leaves. Cconn sits there for a long moment before reaching into his own locker and pulling out the liquid-filled syringe. He examined it, running his fingers across the label which read "Nepenthe". He wondered if he'd pass out before ever being able to put the needle to his skin. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and jabbed it into his arm, pushing down hard on the piston. He let out a slight b*tch whimper, and opened his eyes. He let the syringe drop and breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't nearly as painful as he expected, and he hadn't begun to feel any of the constipation the dealer warned him about. It was all very anticlimactic. Suddenly the lights in the surrounding sections shut off simultaneously, leaving him with the single fluorescent light in midst of the dark room.


Cconn: Hunter?...Coach?....Bale?


A wind picked up and jarringly slammed his locker shut. He looked to see where the wind came from and spotted a shadowy figure slowly step into the light.


Cconn: Hello?

Dbella: Hey puddin'

 

[Abaddon]

Back in the hallways


Larrylegend: I don’t understand.

Daisy: They pronounced you dead on the scene.

Wareagle: I managed to survive somehow.

Larrylegend: That’s not possible.

Wareagle: Is it? Or is it so possible you just blew your mind!

Daisy: Well, 'eagle. I don't know if you remember, but you sort of blew up, just a smidge.

Wareagle: It was just a flesh wound.

Larrylegend: Dude, your face exploded. We had a funeral.

Wareagle: I escaped my coffin.

Daisy: We had you cremated.

Wareagle: Or so you thought.

Larrylegend: Your remains tossed over the Hype’s replica of
the George Washington Bridge.

Daisy: Brooklyn Bridge.

Larrylegend: Whatever. It doesn’t make sense..

Wareagle: Lets just say, the goblin formula works wonders.

Daisy: *touches his face* Well it seems to work better
than any Mary Kay product I‘ve used. Your skin feels so
soft.

Wareagle: It also exfoliates, making my skin smooth as a baby’s bottom.

Larrylegend: I still don’t see how you’re even alive.

Wareagle: Well, if you have to ask,, the goblin formula, or rather it’s facilities granted to me from the moment I adopted the Green Goblin avatar and persona, activated my healing abilities when I was at the point of death. It’s complex structure helped repair the damage, regenerating my damaged bones and flesh. You see the formula works at a molecular level to blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah. Anyway, I’m back now.

Larrylegend: eh, I guess that works for me.

Wareagle: We should catch up.

Daisy: I suppose now's as bad a time as any.

 

[Abaddon]

Meanwhile...

Cconn: Hey, Bella. Funny seeing you here.

Dbella: Yeah, I never expected to find myself in the boys locker room.

Cconn: Yeah, that and you’re sorta dead. You are dead right?

Dbella: Last I remember.

Cconn: heh, yeah this is funny.

Dbella: Not so funny with you trying to drug yourself

Cconn: It wasn’t that large a dosage.

Dbella: I’m surprised you didn’t pass out the moment you saw the syringe.

Cconn: Am I hallucinating you?

Dbella: I can’t answer that.

Cconn: Fair enough.

Dbella: It’s gotten cold since the last time I was in this school.

Cconn: Are you dead? Wait, that’s a stupid question…..are you?

Dbella: Does it matter?

Cconn: You’re the drug talking, aren’t you? Guy I got it from mentioned weird trippy things would happen. I just assumed it’d be Zer00 bursting out of Flexo’s plastic vagina in an explosion of colorful lights and glitter. Then we’d all dance Christopher Walken style.

Dbella: Flexo has a plastic vagina?

Cconn: oh, dear. You certainly have missed a lot.

Dbella: Hmm.

Cconn: have you come back to haunt me?

Dbella: I’m here because I need to be. Because you need me to be.

Cconn: Am I dreaming now?

Dbella: I wouldn’t know.

Cconn: I took the shot so I could get you out of my head.

Dbella: I’m making you feel guilty?

Cconn: I already do, but I was hoping to get over it.

Dbella: You know why you did it , don’t you?

Cconn: sure, I was hoping it’d drive me insane and I could live out the rest of my life guiltless.

Dbella: I meant why you killed me.

Cconn: Because I was drugged and manipulated.

Dbella: Manipulated? Hmph. It seemed like you knew exactly what you were doing when you disemboweled me.

Cconn: Oh, come on. Don’t be that way. It wasn’t my fault.

Dbella: Wasn’t it, though?

Cconn: Of course you don’t believe me. You died before things were cleared up. You see, early during the week Edd talked me into signing up for drama class. And apparently the drama teacher was drugging us with some sort of mind-control “love” gas that basically turned us into psychotic evangelicals who were devoted to promoting peace by all means necessary, including but not limited to performing ritualistic murders to sanctify the school.

 

[Abaddon]

Dbella: Well, you could’ve told me.

Cconn: Told you I needed to kill you because I was brainwashed into believing you were impure and that your death was essential to the ritual?

Dbella: Yes.

Cconn: I can’t win.

Dbella: We were friends. We aren’t supposed to keep secrets from each other.

Cconn: Well, I promise the next time I’m manipulated by a peace-loving fanatic into killing you, you’ll be the first to know.

Dbella: Oh, shut up.

Cconn: Do we really have to do this? I mean I can just fantasize about you forgiving me and doing a sexy striptease..

Dbella: Obviously you’re not in the driver’s seat.

Cconn: I can’t control my own mental projections?

Dbella: The unconscious can be a b**ch.

Cconn: Your words, not mine.
Dbella: Why are you avoiding it now?

Cconn: Avoiding what?

Dbella: It’s funny. All this time you’ve been feeling so much hurt and remorse, and now that I’m here, you don’t even want to own up to what you did.

Cconn: Your serious? Is that why you’re here? You want an apology.

Dbella: I’m dead. Do you really think it makes a difference to me?

Cconn: It shouldn’t, you aren’t even real.

Dbella: I don’t think that’s how this works.

Cconn: You know, you never this cryptic when you were alive.

Dbella: I wasn’t a lot of things before you killed me.

Cconn: Alright, I’m sick of this. Wake me the hell up.

Dbella: we’re not done here yet.

Cconn: Yes, we are.

Dbella: Would you stop being so stubborn, I’m here to help you!

Cconn: why?

Dbella: Because we need to make things right again.

Cconn: k, but if you don’t mind I’ll just lay here till the drug wears off.

Dbella: typical

Cconn: Sorry, I don’t usually have conversations with dead people.

Dbella: I just don’t want things to be awkward between us.

Cconn: Because you being dead isn’t awkward enough?

Dbella: You know what I mean. I want us to be okay again. And I need you to be comfortable enough to get things back to the way they were…you know, before the incident.

Cconn: I already have enough people upset with me because of what I did. They all think it was on purpose, and they turned into some crime of passion, which I wouldn’t mind if it didn’t end with you not being around anymore. It’s funny actually because of all the people I thought might understand, you were number one.

Dbella: As hard as it is, I do. But it’s even harder not to be upset with you. I really don’t want to be. That’s why I needed to see you here.

Cconn: as if I haven’t felt emo enough these days.

Dbella: Well, imagine for a moment what I’ve been feeling.


Bella lifts up her shirt slightly prompting Cconn to reach for his zipper, only to become completely fixated on the gaping wound that ran from her navel to her abdomen. He stared speechless for a few moments, looking deep into the void where her intestines should be before shaking it off and turning his head towards the ground.


Cconn: Is it weird that I’m still turned on?


Bella lowered her shirt and threw him a sad smile as he raised his head to look at her.


Cconn: *sighs* Look, I’m really, really unbelievably sorry about that one time I disemboweled you in the teacher‘s lounge, even though The Exalted had me drugged and brainwashed into believing that you were evil. I know that’s no excuse , I’m still accountable and I wish I could express how truly deeply sorry I am. Now can we stop with the guilt trip and make with the fun?

Dbella: You know that doesn’t make it all better.

Cconn: I wish it did.

 

[Abaddon]

Dbella: I don’t want you to feel sorry for me. I want you to stop feeling sorry for yourself. I know what‘s going on inside you. I know what it’s doing to you. You’re in agony, I can feel it. Take all that pain, and hurt and guilt and turn it outward. You need to take action.

Cconn: What do you want me to do?

Dbella: I want things to be like the way they were. But I need you to make it right.

Cconn: What could I do?

Dbella: Make the hurt stop. There’s a way out. Take all that guilt and pain you’re feeling, and channel it into this one thing. Then… we can be together again. We can go back to the way things were.

Cconn: we..can?

Dbella: And you’ll be free. No more guilt.

Cconn: No more guilt

Dbella *nods*

Cconn: How?


Bella smiles and leans over. She whispers something lightly in his ear and backs away gently stroking his face. Cconn looks up at her with a melancholic expression.


Dbella: It’ll be easier than it sounds, believe me.

Cconn: Is this the only way?

Dbella: It is. Will you be prepared?

Cconn: I will.

Dbella: Promise?

Cconn: I--

Dbella: Shh! Do you hear someone?


Cconn gasps awake and slowly scrapes himself off the locker room floor. He stands and looks down at the floor where he laid and sees the unused syringe by his feet. Scratching his head he turns and catches his towel, or rather the figure under it, attempting to crawl away with his notebook


Cconn: Bella?


A string of expletives emerge from the towel.


Cconn: Eh..who’s there?

Voice: Ooooohhhhh….


The towel slowly rises off the ground making ghostly noises

Voice: Oooohh CCCCCoooonnnn

Cconn: Who the hell are you?

Voice: Issa me…Bella.

Cconn:

Voice: Raaaaggguuuuuuuoooooohhhhhhhh

Cconn: O-kay.

Voice: Really, issa me. Diiggioooornnnnoooo ooooooohhhhhhhh

Cconn:

Voice: Viva Italia! Pasta! Pasta! Pasta! Cccooonnnn oooohhhhhhh

Cconn: ……

Voice: Ah, f**k it.

Toven removes the towel and reveals herself.

Toven: I’m taking your homework. You’ll get it back if I can remember.

Cconn: Don’t bother. I won’t be needing it.

Toven: This does have the homework in it right?

Cconn: Yeah. You can tell Freefall I won’t be coming back to his class. Or this school.

Toven: ok, whatever.

 

[SapphirePrima]

WTH is up Abaddon?! It's been over 10 months you lazy bum!

 

[bored]

Waiting several months between updates is bad! Bad! Who would do such a thing?!

 

[Abaddon]

haha, I think the frustration of losing some of the work I'd done contributed to my loss of interest. I may still have some old stuff, so maybe I'll update in the next millenia or so.