Forgotten Freedom:90
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Kes - Here it is, the city was founded a little over a decade ago by Forbes Dralen and Levy of Havenforge, more commonly known as The Serpent of Forbidden Wrath and The Dreadknaught of Heaven's Tears, as a refuge and school for psi-users who wanted nothing to do with the war. The Open Eye Academy has been training the finest psychics in the multiverse for eleven years. We have two graduating classes and a third on the way in the next month or so. Our second valedictorian is the legendary Breaker Prime, Satnak Borisheel who wowed the world with the her history making defeat of Forbes, and subsequent dissapearance. Ususally I'd go into that part more, but according to Levy you know what happened there better than I do.:D
Lisa - :rolleyes: We're here looking at this academy as a possibilty for our future children.
Kes - Then it sounds like what you should do is sit in on a class or two.
Terra - That sounds ok.
Kes - If you will just get in the skife to your left.
Lisa - Is that what this is?
Indicates a platform with waist high walls coming out of the ground.
Kes - Yep *hops in*
Terra and Lisa follow.
Kes - Its best to sit down for this part.
The platform rises out of the ground and slides onto the entrance of a chute.
Kes - Ok we can stand.
As Terra and Lisa rise and look out over the walls of the Skife they see a mass of traffic, skifes ranging from floating platforms like theirs, or sleek boards for one person standing, speed along the chutes.
Terra - This is impressive, but is it safe?
Kes - Yes and no
Lisa - What?
Kes - Its safe enough with practice or a good pilot, but yeah we get alot of incidents with new kids, and the obligatory speed demons, about 6 years ago Forbes programmed a sim so younger kids could practice whithout breaking their necks. The racers took a little longer, but We managed to get some declared racing space and events in exchange for doing tours and mail.
Lisa - Your a Racer?
Terra - How much torture is stomach going to take today?
Kes - No worries I'll be gentle, and as far as stomachs go... Just don't eat the chili.
Lisa and Terra exchange looks.:eek: :confused:
Lisa - That explains so much.
Terra - and yet I didn't want to know.
Kes - Any indicators of what kind of powers your sprats have an affinity for?
Terra - Um I can manifest a mindblade, have some manifesting ability, druidics and sorcery.
Lisa - I'm a Paladin if that matters.
Kes - Well I meant do your families have any history of special power.
Terra - Well I have this thing with shadows, its not shadow magic in the traditional sense, but well.
Brings forth a sliver of darkness and forms it into a sphere.
Kes - Interesting, but I have no idea how that might influence anything. Eh its not that big a deal, just trying to pick a class... Hmmm Tolos is setting up about now, wanna see a blade weaver in action?
Tolos (tall male Kalashtar with blue hair and grey eyes) - Welcome Kes, make our geusts comfortable whilst I begin my class. OK YOU LITTLE SNOTS YOU KNOW THE DRILL I WANNA SEE YOU SWEAT.
Lisa - :uh-huh: Like some demented crosss between an etiquette instructor and a drill sargeant.
Tolos - Similar comments could be made about blade weaving. My art is the pinnacle of soulknife accompliishment.
Kes - Not according to last years tournament:P
Tolos - SHUT UP FURBALL BEFORE I MAKE YOU RUN TILL YOUR LEGS FALL OFF.
Terra - Bipolar much?
Tolos - Ahem, a Blade weaver is trained not only to manifest a mindblade, but to reforge it with other strength. For example, Timon come here.
A short, elven, boy in red robes, carrying a scroll belt and book pouch, dashes over as fast as his legs will carry him.
Tolos - ALRIGHT MAGGOT, KATA #4 LEMUR
Timon drops into a defensive stance, legs wide ready to dart in any direction. His left hand lashes forward with a fencer's grace to bring a massive warhammer whistling through the air with the force of a thunderbolt, a quick spin and twin katana rippling with necromantic force cast a chill in the air around the boy. A few strokes later a prismatic longsword, with a blade that looks like it came off a loom from the endless battlefield, is dancing amongst the flying scimitars of a blade barrier. The display ends and the boy waits in a nuetral posture attentive and alert.
Tolos - Excellent form now return to your warm up exercises.
Terra - I see you combine the mindblade with magic to expand its power and capabilities.
Tolos - It also works with most many other disciplines: incarnum, psionics, shadow magic, I even teach the art to a few 'icers, First graduating class had a warlock pupil of mine. Each Discipline reacts differently with the mindblade, because each path has a different influence on your soul, heart, and mind. A few have even managed to weave multiple disciplines into it. Excuse me. FORM UP SPARING GEAR ON AND HAUL ARSE YOUR PARTNERS WILL BE ASSIGNED BY YOUR GEAR.
The students activate small callstones in their belts and a pile of weights appear in front of each.
Lisa - Weight Training?
Kes - Yep most of your first year classes are academia and learning to move in the basic weight set, starts at 10 and gets to usually about 200 pounds by the time you start taking serious classes like this. Tolos here is a real task master and adds another 50 or so to that total each semester,you take his class. the usual count is 30 to forty per but, old lead foot here is a fanatic.
Kes - This is a more basic class, Energistic Reinforcement.
Teaher ( A shorter than average old gnome ) - This here is a femur its got weak points here and here, what technique is best for this.
Student A (Human male about 14) - A Tornek ring covering each point.
Teacher - Good what else?
Student B (Half-orc Female about 10 or 11) - A permanent core infusion, the femur is one of the most important bones in a warriors body you gotta keep it intact.
Teacher - Good Now demonstrate.
A gets out of his chair and picks up a boulder almost half as big as he is, while B sets her leg up on another.
Terra - Your kidding me.:eek: :eek: :eek:
Lisa - This is insane!
Kes - Yeah that rock is no where near heavy enough.
A brings the rock down on B's leg, and starts back to his seat.
B is bearing a bit of a grimace but, seems fine.
Teacher - Yeah it can pinch a bit. Good jod Meshka.
Meshka - Yay!
Terra - Thats how Satnak does it!
Kes - Part of it yeah.
Kes: What do you think so far?
Terra: I'm seriously considering asking if I can start in Blade Weaving.
Lisa: The whole femur thing kind of weirded me out, but that kind of thing happens in war. I guess it's a good idea to get used to it.
Kes: An unfortunate necessity, yes, but I'm glad you like it so far.
Terra pulls out a small satchel, takes out an herbal leaf, and begins sucking on it.
Lisa: What's that?
Terra: I'm still feeling a little queasy. This should help get rid of it.
Kes: If you're ready, the next stop is this way.
Bunny: Oooooo, a new form of Cuisinart!
13: Here's a dictionary. Look up the word "subtle".
Bunny: Oh, come on! You can't cross an etiquette instructor and a drill sargeant. Whole thing would spontaneously combust from trying to polite your ears off.
13: Actually, it's called a governess.
Bunny: Kata #4 Lemur. Sounds like the title of a drunken kung-fu flick.
13: Psychic weight-lifting. The dream of every arm-chair althele.
Bunny: Femur is also one of the most useful parts of the body: pick it up, hey! you've got a club.
13: Hey, I didn't know the circus was in town. Look, they have one of those chinese acrobats that juggles balls on their feet.
Bunny: I've seen people do that.
13: Really?
Bunny: They're usually flatter.
13: Any classes hear teach you how to win a fight without violence?
Bunny: They're using D&D rules: no.
Back at the castle Nalfien, Volrath, and the various others are sitting tapping their fingers.
Volrath: Whoa, wait a minute.
Nalfien: What?
Volrath: Terra is thinking of sending her future kids to a school other than Sigil prep.
Nalfien: That's horrible. Those kids deserve to go the ultimate party school!
Volrath waves his hand around, and pulls out a crystal ball. In it appears a traditional drow priestess with all the spider odaments.
Volrath: MADDIE!
Maddie Webber: WHAT YOU SNIVELING MALE?!
Volrath: I'M CALLING IN A FAVOR!
Maddie: WHAT?!
Volrath: SOME OF MY FRIENDS ARE LOOKING FOR A SCHOOL TO SENT THEIR CHILDREN TO! I WANT YOU TO SHOW THEM AROUND SIGIL PREP!
Maddie: FINE, BUT YOU HAVE TO SEND BACK THOSE IMAGE CRYSTALS!
Volrath: Fine with me. Thank you. :D
Maddie: SILENCE MALE!
The image in the ball fades, and Volrath goes back to being bored.
Kes - Whose up for lunch?
Lisa - I could use a bite, and Terra needs to settle her stomach.
Terra - Stop the ride mommy i wanna get off.
Lisa - Is it completely necesary to barrel roll at every turn?
Kes - Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww
At the cafeteria, a giant open air affair with retractable weather gaurds. Hundreds of students of many races eat, socialize, and generaly make fools of themselves. A Hobgoblin Ardent is arguing the finer points of sentience with a warforged psionificer, a half-orc soulknife is sparring with a changling wilder ( and losing ), a familiar head of white hair in a navy cut is visible.
Terra and Lisa - Rixle?! :confused: :eek:
Kes - How you know the Trance Blader?
Terra - We met when He, Telfon and Levy came to visit Satnak about a month before we lefft on this trip.
Kes - Back up, you not only know what happened to Satnak Borisheel you knew her well enough to help her recieve guests?!
Lisa - Maybe we shouldn't say anymore.
Kes - Aww come on we may not be close friends with her, but the rest of us do worry about the old chili guzzler.
Kratwe - Better not tell him anything the goofball is a massive gossip junkie looking for a fix.
Lisa and Terra turn to see the half drow they noticed earlier, a small female version of Rixle.
Kratwe - So your the ones big bro Rixle was talking about, eh? (pathing on a private line: is it true you two got her into a dress? )
Lisa - ( testing is this thing on? )
Terra - ( I'm not telling you anything that might prompt Satnak to flatten me )
Kes - RUN FOR YOUR LIVES ITS CHILI NIGHT!!!
Naz'roth sat at his Black desk, hand over a crystal ball. currently he was using a new scrying spell. one of his own creation, rather than drawing on viewing the people through magical ways. it used the wards around the "target" as the power for the spell. the wards themselvesw came his eyes and ears around the subject or area. so far no one had been able to detect the subtle string of magic that this spell had used. currently he was spying on the actions of certain members of the Chamber. currently they had been very busy, oh yes. they where following a stream on the draconic prophecy. they'd recently found twelve new symbols, symbols that Naz'roth and Sa'vor themselves had created to send them on the wrong path. the real symbols where recent. the prophecy was fluxuating and mutating, it told of a girl, a young girl. the prophecy called her " Kalimauraith" translated as " The dark within". the prophecy said that she would be the serveant of a entity known as Zum-Karak or "The Weaver of Dreams". only Naz'roth, Tara, Sa'vor, Slip and Feal-thas knew this. Sa'vor had told them that they shouldnt act now, but wait until they knew the whole prophecy, acting brashly could and would be dangerous. they did not want to stumble into somthing that would mean their doom.
Naz'roth heard a nock on his study door, he realeased his hand from the crystal ball and spoke. Naz'roth: enter.
a Daemon entered, one of Naz'roths more ambitious generals. this Daemons natural form was a large serpent headed creature with two ram like horns wreathed in a perpetual chill. his lower body was that of a goats. Naz'roth frowned, these "classic" forms where not to his likeing. they where far too arcaic. and often the Daemons that used them where not very imaginative with their forms.
Jarrlique: you wished to see me master?
Naz'roth steepled his hands. Naz'roth: yes, i wish to see you. on the matter of your actions during my long imprisonment.
Jarrlique: i was only following your order..... *Naz'roth cut him off with a glare*
Naz'roth: *cooly* my orders where for you to expand my cult secretly and prepare for my return. from what information i have gathered you spent the entire time spreading YOUR cult and preparing for a coup.
Jarrlique: Lies my lord. i have ever been your faithful serveant.
Naz'roth: * gives him a lancing stare* i will hear none of your lies Jarrlique. you are a bad lair, i know that you have betrayed me and i will make this quick. *rises and walks over to the balconey, below they Naz'roths legions are gathered* Jarrlique, what is it that holds an army or any structure of command together?
Jarrlique: Power?
Naz'roth: no. Loyalty. the people below in the chain must be loyal to their supiriours, they must follow the overall leaders commands. when someone disrupts this chain... *slight smirk* accidents happen.
Jarrlique: please dont kill me my lord! i beg you!
Naz'roth: My dear Jarrlique, im not going to kill you. * Jarrliq rises, Naz'roth turns to Feal-Thas* .... he is.
Jarrlique's eyes widened in terror as he tried to defend himself. in a flash Feal-Thas darted forwards his sword piercing the Daemons chest. Jarrlique stumbled, the redmists of pain before his eyes, he felt the rush of wind as he fell from the balcony. he attempted a featherfall spell, but before he could finish the incantation he felt a large spike pierce his body, he looked at the cruel and wicked thing that was emerging from his stomach, his black blood flowed from the wound and he felt his soul leave his body into the void to be reborn. Jarrlique felt somthing tug at his soul and he was pulled into a gem in Naz'roths hand. Naz'roth gave the gem a look and pocketed it, he would use it to power one of the Golems he was constructing later.
Naz'roth: as you betrayed me in life, shall your soul serve me forever more in death.
Naz'roth turned to Feal-Thas, Naz'roth: and that my student is how we deal with traitors. make an example of them.
Feal-Thas nodded and disappeared into the shadows. Naz'roth turned and looked down at the legions below.
Naz'roth: My Bretherin. long has it been since you served me. in that time many of you may have thought that i was blind to your actions. you are wrong! i have made an example of what happens to people who betray my trust. this time i am willing to be lienent to the other peole who went in for their own intrests, renember, those who follow me loyaly shall be rewareded. those who betray their lord will find that i am not prone to forgiving a second time. WHO IS YOUR LORD?
The Legion: NAZ'ROTH! NAZ'ROTH OF LEGION! NAZ'ROTH THE DESPOILER!
Naz'roth: follow me my bretherin and one day we shall be able to live on eberron once more!
The legions below roared out naz'roths name once more. many beat their hands agaisnt their armour, the shrill calls of the undead joined the demons battle cry. Naz'roth smiled, he could see the faces of the guilty even from here, some of them nodded in acceptance and thanked him. others where afraid.
Naz'roth: so it should be.
Naz'roth turned and sat back down at his desk, and began to ponder on what was happening on ship. something was beggining to put its influence on ship. what or who this somthing was, Naz'roth could not tell. but it was plotting. and that made it even more dangerous.
Satnak is standing in a blast crater underneath the crystal tower of sharn.
Satnak - Ketty
Satnak drops to her knees.
Satnak - I'm sorry
A small cairn of rocks is the onlyother decoration in the blast zone.
Satnak - I can't be the sister you wanted
the sky flashes images of a blonde half-elf wearing leather armor of brown and grey, a hurt look in her intense brown eyes with a sheen of irrational fervor
Satnak - I can't be the daughter they tried to raise :weep:
An image of Satnak's parents rips across the sky. Their features unclear thanks to the memory erroding power of time, the only details left are the hilts of their swords one a blooming ruby rose complete with thorny bell-gaurd, the other a simple crystal rod within a circular blade.
Satnak - I can at least honor their memory.
Satnak awakens to find herself face down on her bed, her pillow is damp from tears. Serene is there.
Satnak - Why are you here? where's the infirmary?
Serene - You passed out, i thought it best if you woke up here this time.
Satnak - Thanks,... Serene.. you need to go home now, Your father is probably worried. I'll be by in a bit.
Serene - But, i want to be here with you.
Satnak - that means alot, but family is important.
Serene - Alright. :( -exits-
Satnak - I need to tell her, before this gets any farther, she deserves to know about my name.
Serene - (i.h.h. why was she crying in her sleep?)
Tara stood on deck, the sea breeze flowing through her hair. if felt good to be by the sea again. water had always been her element, she at always felt at home on the water. Sa'vor on the other hand saw it differently. he prefered Fire or Air, he'd always shown a talent at manipulating these energys. Tara gazed at the stars above, they glittered like a thousand diamonds. Night was her faviorate time, when all the world was asleep. where there was not the bickering of brothers and sisters of the noise of people on the street. an image flashed before her, Death. dispare. misery. the blood. the screams. she shuddered. still the memories haunted her every sleeping moment. every time she slept she had to relive their deaths. every time she had to stare into the face of her familys killers, a face of grim determination. of fanatical zeal. a face that belived that it was doing good.
Tara clenched a fist in anger. the hatred flowing through her veins. oh how she'd love to crush them, to make them feel the dread caress of the cold. to destroy them for what they had done to her family. Sa'vor was all the family she had left, he and his children. Tara smiled, it was good to see Sa'vor happy and with a soul again. of course with a soul he'd always been depressive, she had rarely seen him smile when they where children. he had always had that Haunted look on his face, the look of terror and anguish. Tara had always been slightly protective of Sa'vor, even if she was the only one who could get him to talk. often he had to be forced to talk, but Tara knew that inside Sa'vor was grateful for the chance to be able to let it all out.
Tara sighed, she'd always been a dabbler in necromancy. it had always facinated her, death. Death was the end of all things. but it didnt have to, so she'd began to experiement with the manipulation of life force. she was good at it, she'd had to learn everything on her own of course. no one was willing to teach a child necromancy. by the time she was eighty she had finaly managed to animate a dead rat. and with that she had gone futher and futher. she had pushed the limits of the craft futher than anyone had in a long time, she had even managed to "aquire" some tomes on Necromacy from some adventurers when they returned from Xendric. When she finaly met Naz'roth ( while he was possessing Sa'vor) she had been thrilled, she finaly had in her grasp someone to teach her the craft. and teach her Naz'roth did, she learned much from Naz'roth. but she still wasnt near to knowing everything. it was then that the Paladins had attacked her home and she'd been forced to flee by Plane shifting. she had accidently ended up in Mabar, and it was there that she perfected her knowledge and where she realised that she had fallen in love with Naz'roth.
Tara smiled, how far she had risen from a simple Dabbler in the necromantic arts. she and Naz'roth where now equals in that regard, she had advanced as far as him on that path. even Naur had never dared to go so far. she smiled at the thought of Naz'roth, they where of like minds. whenever she awoke screaming from her nightmares he was there, gazing into those eyes she could see that he understood what she felt. she had never asked him about what it was that gave him nightmares as well, she understood that there where somthing he couldnt tell her, or anyone for that matter. and she accepted it, she knew that when he was ready he would tell her what it was that plauges him.
Ketler: Hey, Mikey, get the captain a Potion of Cure Moderate Gin and Tonic. It's bad this time around.
Mickey: Coming up *hic*. What'sh he done this timeimeimeime... ?
Ketler: Well, first he painted a black dot on his hand.
Mickey: Uh...
Ketler: Then he commanded that we go to Xen'drik to find Davey Jones's heart. Then he got himself captured by a bunch of drow and venerated as a god. Then he tried to escape and got tied to a pole over a fire and was almost eaten, but he got away when we started blasting away at the drow village. Apparently, he got a bit lost after that because when we found him again, he was being chased by yet more drow. We almost left without him.
Mickey: Err... Go on...
Ketler: Well, he found his old pirate hat and some old piratical clothes at a thrift shop and forced them on Cool Cthultu , calling him "Davey Jones" for some reason. The Jarlot decided to force Cool Cthultu to get its own ship.
- Camera shows Cool Cthultu dressed in pseudo-pirate garb with a really worn pirate hat that looks like a swordtooth titan **** on it. He has an empty scabbard at his side.*
Cool Cthultu : Alright everybody, let's be friends! I'm sure we'll be great buddies at the end of this post!
- Camera pans to the crew of Skum and Sauhaugin on a crudely lashed together raft*
Cool Cthultu : Now let's have a keen wingding! Who has the marshmallows?
Jarlot: Alright Lisa, you know you like me...
Lisa: No. No, I don't like you in the least. My wife would be very angry if she knew about how you somehow managed pulled me out of Satnak's timeline and back into this one.
Jarlot: That is the power of an incredible plot! Now look, you are eventually going to come over to my side.
Lisa: Err... What are you talking about?
Jarlot: Look, now you say 'Oh really?' and I say 'Yes, because you really want the freedom to do what you want,' and then you say 'You know what?' then I say ' Yes,' and then you say ' You're going to come over to my side,' and then-
Lisa: Alright, look, how do I get back to Satnak's timeline so I can continue looking at the school for our adopted children?
Jarlot: Oh... So you want to be Orlando then.
Lisa: I have no clue what that means, but I suppose that's predictable. I'm attempting to reason with a lunatic. Let me repeat the question, HOW DO I GET BACK?!
Jarlot: Get this. *waves a piece of fabric around*
Lisa: Okay, I know I shouldn't do this, but... whatever. Ketler would probably get me back over for an image crystal or two, but this is a sight better on my ego. Will this help?
Jarlot: How much do you know about Davey Jones?
Lisa: Absolutely nothing.
Jarlot: Then, yes. Yes it will.
Lisa: I don't believe you, but whatever.
Cool Cthultu : Hey Lisa! Great to see you! Have a marshmallow!
Lisa: :coolchtul , do you have this? *shows it the fabric*
Cool Cthultu : Err... yeah. We found it hanging on a tree with a note from Jarlot about how important it is.
Lisa: Oh, can I have it?
Cool Cthultu : Sure! Just sheck out what my new friends found! It's a virginal.
- points towords a large church organ, half covered in kelp.*
Lisa: I think its an organ, Cool Cthultu .
Cool Cthultu : No, I know what organs look like. It's a virginal. Organs are green or purple or sometimes blue in Xephs, leak like crazy and tend to turn a blackish brown color in sea water. A virginal is a piano for young girls.
Lisa: I'll concede to your expertise on that count.
Cool Cthultu : Now, I found that my hands are waaaaay too big to play it so check this out. *begins playing a cheerful jig on the church organ with his tentacles*
Lisa: Actually, I have to admit that is pretty damn cool.
Cool Cthultu : Yay! Oh, wait. You wanted that key-thing right?
Lisa: Yeah.
Cool Cthultu : Umm... I think it's stuck.
Terra: Alright Jarlot, where the hell is Lisa?
- Flash over to Lisa who is currently attempting to excavate the key from
Cool Cthultu 's tentacles with two long stick-like objects.*
Cool Cthultu : A little to the left...
Jarlot: Alright Terra, you know you like me...
Terra: Like YOU? LIKE YOU?! Do you know how many ways I am going to tear you into little tiny pieces and feed them to rabid girralons?!
Jarlot: Hey, that's not your line. Did you even read the script?
Terra: What?
Jarlot: Look, now you say 'Oh really?' and I say 'Yes, because you really want the freedom to do what you want,' and then you say 'You know what?' then I say ' Yes,' and then you say ' You're going to come over to my side,' and then-
Lisa: I'm right here Terra... Jarlot's just having one of his little moments...
Terra: Alright... Jarlot, you are never going hear the end of it from me.
Micheal: Alright, so we got the bloody chest so, now what?
Doog: Now we're supposed to go over to the mill and do that fight scene with the waterwheel.
Michael: Oh, so right up there then.
Stupid: And I am Captain Jack Sparrow, right?
Michael: Yeah, and I'm Orlando.
Doog: Nuh-UH! I'm Orlando. Jarlot said so!
Michael: Prove it with steel, liar!
Doog: Avast!
- The two fight in a spectacularly blase fight up through a massive stone mill with a somewhat rotted old water wheel.*
Stupid: Where'd they go? I feel friendless and alone...
- Predictably, the waterwheel breaks off, after Michael and Doog begin fighting on it, and begins to roll.*
Michael: ME!
Doog: NO! It's ME!
Michael: He gets all the hot guys! I'M HIM!
- thoughtful pause*
Michael and Doog: You're Orlando!
Stupid: That looks like fun! I think I get on as well!
- Stupid steps into the rolling waterwheel, gets hit on the head with a metal bar (SFXdemon: CLANG!), goes flying through the back of the waterwheel, causing it to break into lots of little bits. Michael and Doog go flying and land in what could be considered a provocative pose.
Doog: *somewhat muffled* Hey Michael.
Michael: Yeah?
Doog: *still somewhat muffled* You okay?
Michael: Yeah, how about you?
Doog: Just peachy.
Michael: So, who's Orlando?
Doog: Who won?
Michael and Doog: STUPID'S ORLANDO! Yeah! High Five! Let's leave without him!
Doog: Hey, Cap'n! We got the chest!
Jarlot: Finally! *Over the side of the ship* Alright Davey, start firing!
- Cool Cthultu 's crew begins throwing rocks up in the air to try to hit the Forgotten Freedom, missing pathetically every time, and often hitting themselves. In about five minutes every one of them is dead. *
Jarlot: Alright, call the Kraken!
Terra: You want Cool Cthultu to call the Kraken? Don't you mean, "a kraken" ? Why do you even want one of them?
Jarlot: So I can do the overblown death scene.
Terra: Oh, good.
Lisa: Terra! He's Unstable!
Jarlot: Unstable! You wouldn't call me unstable if I was stable!
Lisa: You're right, I wouldn't.
Cool Cthultu : Hey, Cap'n, the Kraken's blocking my calls. I didn't want to say anything, but, you know after the messy break-up we had... what do you expect?
Terra: So, can we get back to where we were?
Cool Cthultu : Can I come back on now?
Jarlot: NO!
Cool Cthultu : Please?
Jarlot: NO!
Cool Cthultu : Pretty please?
Jarlot: *conspiratorily* Does it have a cherry on top?
Cool Cthultu : Yes.
Jarlot: A day-glo red one?
Cool Cthultu : Yes.
Jarlot: Are you sure?
Cool Cthultu : Yes!
Jarlot: No. I hate those kind of cherries.
Cool Cthultu : *single emo kid tear*
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