MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands

[Rio]

I second that.

[NotAPumpkin]

So, about this Harry Potter crossover?

At some point Eridan must hit on Lord Voldemort.

This must happen.

I think I'm gonna need some mind soap.

[SkaianRedeemer]

Well, draconic, I agree with every one of your choices, so no complaints from over here!

And I certainly agree with Septimus' "choice".

[draconicAlgorithm]

Yay more Wizardstuck! Man, Vriska in Gryffindor? Terezi in Slytherin? I'd go for the reverse, personally, but I can see many great things coming from this >:]

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Poor Sorting Hat. With the differences in culture, even then, having to push through Equius's mind must have made it rather unhappy. Any reason he got Slytherin? I'd have pegged him more for a Ravenclaw, if only because he's smart. Then again, I'm notoriously bad at predicting where people will be Sorted, so... *ramble ramble*

My reasoning for those is that Vriska, while being manipulative and willing to do whatever it takes to get her way, is also in her own way courageous (gonna go kill Bec Noir, brb) and bold and stuff. So, the Sorting Hat stuck her in there to try and bring out more of those qualities in her. Terezi, meanwhile, is in Slytherin because she is clever and manipulative, more so than Vriska, really. Plus, I've always liked stories where the characters in Slytherin weren't all really evil, as they're sort of depicted in the books. Also, I wanted to put characters in houses that still fit but weren't necessarily what you'd originally think. And I thought the two of them specifically (and Karkat, haha) could get up to more shenanigans in those houses.

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As for Equius, I originally had him set in Ravenclaw, so we were thinking along the same lines. Ultimately, I shuffled different characters because I wasn't quite happy with the set up I had, and he ended up in Slytherin. I thought it worked primarily for the whole blood purity thing, although there's likely to be discussions about that in the future. Something of the lines of "But why does it matter if it's all the same color?"

EDIT: More posts while I'm posting!

@Septimus: I wholeheartedly agree. If I can at all make it happen, I will. Without a doubt. >D

@SkaianRedeemer: Thank you! I've actually had a lot of people questioning my choices for Vriska and Terezi in particular, but at least I'm not crazy! xD

[SkaianRedeemer]

@draconicAlgorithm: Nah, I think along your lines. In fact, I've done one where the Sorting Hat explicitly is trying to improve the kids by slotting them where it thinks it'll do the most good instead of where it thinks they'll belong best over seven years, but that's neither here nor there.

[Doodled]

SO.

MANY.

GOOD.

FICS!!! (especially those Harry Potter crossovers...)

Too little time to read them all.

Instead of a comment dump (which will come later), here's a quickie:

Doomed!Trolls: MEOW MEOW, MOTHERFUCKER

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Scared.

Holy. Shit.

Gamzee had never really felt any amount of worry, EVER!

EVER!

But, oh no...

His mind had shaken the effects that usually gripped his body and his vision...

Everything was painfully sharp. Painfully clear.

Equius, Terezi, Karkat, Eridan...

He had seen them earlier.

It wasn't the work of miracles that had slashed them across their protein chutes.

...Tavros, Feferi, Kanaya, Sollux...

It was too clear to Gamzee...

Just...

Too motherfucking clear.

Too sharp. Too painful. Then it came to him:

Vriska!

Aradia's robot had already exploded.

Vriska was his only choice.

Gamzee felt the slightest tinge of irony. It stung. He wasn't used to these intense emotions...

He snapped back to the attention of where he was walking.

He had been nervously pacing around the facility, trying to find any sort of life other tha-...

Wait...

A noise. The tiniest whisp of air flowed by him.

Gamzee flipped out, spun around, and dropped to the floor.

He... Was...

PETRIFIED!!!

Suddenly, another noise.

A low, rhythmic noise...

Almost like a clicking hum...

A figure silently stepped out of the shadows.

The noise was the dreaded purr.

Nepeta's face glinted from the green blood she had purposefully spilt across her face.

Her claws, not as much. They were doused with a thousand different rainbows.

It would've been a miracle, had it not been terrifying.

There was still one more color needed to make the rainbow complete.

Nepeta approached her prey hungrily, the claws vibrating with every step.

Dripping the remains of Gamzee's fallen friends.

His mind flashed images of those friends.

Those who hadn't been torn to shreds, mutilated, and thrown about the lab... Terezi... Eridan... Kanaya... Sollux...

...had been slit across the neck with all four claws... Feferi... Tavros...

...and the lucky ones...

...the ones who got away with a quick stab between the eyes... Karkat... Equius...

Gamzee prayed, he did not remember who to, but oh, did he pray...

...

He wished to be a lucky one...

The maniacal, twitching cat-girl was standing above him, licking her lips.

She was going to get creative...

and have a feast.

">:33 < purrfect...

>:33 < THIS WILL BE SO MUCH FUN...

>:33 < hey gamzee...

>:33 < MEOW MEOW, MOTHERFUCKER."

She dug in.

It was delicious.

[ceruleanTresses]

Crossposting (is that the right word?) this bit of idiocy I put in the Voice Acting thread:

One Troll More

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VRISKA
One d8y more!
8ut not for Tavros, that's a guarantee.
Can there be no end to enmity? ::::\
Terezi surely knows my crime,
So must I kill a second time?
One d8y more!

KARKAT
I DID NOT LIVE UNTIL TODAY,
AND SOON I'LL DIE, AND WE'LL BE PARTED.

VRISKA
One d8y more.

JADE AND KARKAT
tomorrow youll be worlds away!!!
AND YET WITH YOU, MY WORLD HAS STARTED.

NEPETA
:33 < one meowr day all on my own!

KARKAT
WE WILL NEVER MEET AGAIN.

NEPETA
:33 < one meowr day with him not caring.

JADE
i was cloned to be with you!!!!

NEPETA
:(( < what a life I might have known...

JADE
but its time to say adieu...........

NEPETA
:(( < but he never paw me there!

EQUIUS
D--> Now my skin is growing warm

KARKAT
I WOULD FOLLOW WHERE SHE GOES...

EQUIUS
D--> For the highb100d's waiting for me

KARKAT
IF I WEREN'T ABOUT TO DIE.

EQUIUS
D--> And the sweat begins to form

KARKAT
OH FUCK I THINK I HEARD A HONK.

EQUIUS
D--> Best to bring a towel with me

ARADIA
the time is n0w

FEFERI:
The place is )(--ERE!

VRISKA
One d8y more.

TEREZI
ON3 MOR3 D4Y TO C4TCH TH3 OUTL4W.
TH1S 1S GO1NG TO B3 FUN.
1 W1LL SL4UGHT3R H3R W1TH JUST1C3
VR1SKA S3RK3T, YOU 4R3 DON3!

VRISKA
One d8y more.

GAMZEE
watch them run amok,
CLUB THEM AS THEY FALL,
shit yeah motherfuck,
THIS IS A FREE-FOR-ALL.
here a little blue
THERE A LITTLE RED
i'll paint rainbows with your blood :o)
WHEN YOU'RE ALL MOTHERFUCKING DEAD! Do:

KANAYA
One Day To A New Beginning

ERIDAN
kan wwhat are you fuckin high

KANAYA
Soon The Mothergrub Will Sing

ERIDAN
no fuck that all hope is gone

KANAYA
There's A New World In The Making

ERIDAN
yeah kan thats not gonna wwork

GAMZEE
hey best friend,
BEST START RUNNING.

KARKAT
OH FUCK, OH FUCK, I'M GONNA DIE.

VRISKA
One d8y more!!!!!!!!

JADE
i did not live until today..................

NEPETA
:33 < one meowr day all on my own!

KARKAT
AT LEAST YOU WILL LIVE WHEN WE ARE PARTED.

TEREZI(overlapping)
MY FOR3NS1CS W1LL NOT F41L M3.
1 W1LL FOLLOW WH3R3 SH3 GO3S.
1 W1LL L34RN H3R L1TTL3 S3CR3TS
1 W1LL KNOW TH3 TH1NGS SH3 KNOWS!

VRISKA
One d8y more!!!!!!!!

JADE
tomorrow youll be worlds away!!!

NEPETA
:(( < what a life I might have known!

JADE
and you will leave me broken-hearted!!!!!! :(

TEREZI(overlapping)
ON3 MOR3 D4Y TO FIND THE OUTL4W.
W3LL SOON HAVE H3R ON THE RUN.
HON3YTONGU3 4ND PUCEFOOT, GU1D3 M3!

GAMZEE(overlapping)
honk honk honk honk honk.
HONK HONK HONK HONK HONK.
motherfuckin honk.
HONK HONK HONK HONK, HONK HONK.

VRISKA
Terezi must suspect foul play;
Tomorrow is the judgment day!

ALL
D--> Tomorrow wwe'll disclawver
Wh8t it is Troll J3gus )(as iin 2tore!
0ne m0re dawn!
oNE More Day!
ONE DAY MORE!

It is so dumb, so very very dumb. Is there anything I do that's not falling down my own horrible fanwriting.

Edit: ColorTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGS!!!!! *shakes fist*
Edit the second: SMILIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!! *shakes other fist*
Edit the third: Fuuuuuuu I didn't notice Equius rhymed "me" with "me." I'll fix it tomorrow.

[X15lm204]

@cT: arg no this is not dumb!!!

i read this while listening to the song it's based on and found myself actually crying real tears of joy

that was epic beyond reason

[ceruleanTresses]

@cT: arg no this is not dumb!!!

i read this while listening to the song it's based on and found myself actually crying real tears of joy

that was epic beyond reason

Oh my god you made me so happy! I am literally grinning hugely right now, and before I started typing this, I was doing the hand gesture typically associated with "squee." You know, where you clasp your hands together kind of under your chin?

[Doodled]

Quick! Someone! Anyone! Name a crack pairing!

[ceruleanTresses]

Gamzee Doc Scratch!

Jaspers Casey!

Dad Diamonds Droog!

Dave Himself from five minutes in the future!

[Teleharmonic]

Snowman Dave!

Maplehoof LOHAC Crocodile!

Terezi Deactivated Aradiabot!

[Ryavis]

Mushroom Farmer Fedorafreak, the Troll Empress.

[Violet CLM]

cT, that is brilliance. Your Eridan and Kanaya deserve their own talk show together.


New episode of Kanaya the Rainbow Drinker Slayer up.

[ceruleanTresses]

Mushroom Farmer Fedorafreak, the Troll Empress.

For a second there I thought you meant "Fedorafreak, who is the Troll Empress." Now that would be awesome.

Edit: Squeeee thank you Violet!

[Doodled]

Gamzee Doc Scratch!

Dave Himself from five minutes in the future!

Snowman Dave!

Terezi Deactivated Aradiabot!

As hilarious as the others were, these I shall do WITH A PASSION...

Tomorrow.

:P

[SkaianRedeemer]

You know, cT, I was originally going to comment on Neponine but I really think Gamzee was my favourite part in the end.

I've got a crack pairing but I ain't gonna share it because I'm already working on it! Sorry Doodled. Take this Jade Monster Pickle Inspector ins-- no, wait. That's too adorable. Her all ridin' his foot and pattin' his giant leg. Forget it. Kanaya c3- Bro, Grandpa. "Have You Perhaps Considered Not Stealing His Plush Dolls For Your Tea Parties I Dont Mean To Take The Spark Out Of The Relationship But Clearly This Is A Sticking Point" Nah, I can't come up with anything weird enough!

[Doodled]

You know, cT, I was originally going to comment on Neponine but I really think Gamzee was my favourite part in the end.

I've got a crack pairing but I ain't gonna share it because I'm already working on it! Sorry Doodled. Take this Jade Monster Pickle Inspector ins-- no, wait. That's too adorable. Her all ridin' his foot and pattin' his giant leg. Forget it. Kanaya c3- Bro, Grandpa. "Have You Perhaps Considered Not Stealing His Plush Dolls For Your Tea Parties I Dont Mean To Take The Spark Out Of The Relationship But Clearly This Is A Sticking Point" Nah, I can't come up with anything weird enough!

*snort*

That's just ridonkulous!

...

:/

[ceruleanTresses]

You know, cT, I was originally going to comment on Neponine but I really think Gamzee was my favourite part in the end.

He was fun to write. Murderous Gamzee is the best Gamzee.

[Doodled]

What song is that, anyways?

[Jim Groovester]

The Sapphire of Alternia, Part 6

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Problem Sleuth wakes up in the morning, an hour or so after dawn. He does a once-over of his clothing situation. He fell asleep in his clothes. Again. He takes them off, showers, and throws on a new set. He eats a quick breakfast and heads out the door. He takes the bus to his office.

As he gets out he looks around. He scans the streets and alleyways and rooftops, and does a double take as he sees a patch of green and blue in his vision. He focuses on a green man in a solid blue top hat standing perfectly still on a rooftop, staring at, as far as Problem Sleuth can tell, his office.

The problem with the Felt is that they’re so damn conspicuous.

Problem Sleuth: Rough up Doze for information.

You climb the top of the fire escape and onto the roof and turn Doze to face you. He’s rigid as a statue.

You slap him a few times, telling him to snap out of it. You slap him a few more times for good measure. And then you slap him a few more times for fun.

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It looks like he’s stuck in his time field that slows everything down for him. Or speeds everything else up according to his perspective. Relativistically it’s equivalent.

You could either wait for him to snap out of it so you can actually get some answers from him, like what he’s doing watching your office.

Or you can get the hell out of here because the Felt are tailing you. And wherever there’s one of these miserable green motherfuckers there’s more.

They’re like time manipulating cockroaches. They’re hard to stomp and when you do it doesn’t seem to kill them. Actually, that’s not a very appropriate metaphor at all, since cockroaches are easy to kill.

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You search Doze for his radio and break it. This will do honestly nothing to stop the Felt from being able to follow you, but it might give you some time, and when dealing with the Felt every minute counts.

Problem Sleuth: Abscond.

You need to do one more thing before you get the hell out of here.

Persevering Maillady: Deliver mail.

You do not need explicit command to deliver the mail. It something you are always doing and is the one thing you think about at all times.

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You are on your way to Problem Sleuth’s office. You know for a fact that Problem Sleuth has used the mail service to deliver himself evidence in an investigation recently. You know this because of your mailsense, which is a skill you have developed over your many years of delivering the mail. You are so attuned to the mail you can even tell what’s inside without opening it up.

Because to do that would be unethical!

It does not dawn on you that discovering the contents of the mail is the unethical action, regardless of how this is accomplished.

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Oh goodness somebody has pulled you into an alley you swing your letter opener in a wild fashion back and forth you won’t let them take the mail away because that’s the only thing they could possibly want from a woman in a cute uniform like yourself.

“Relax! Relax! It’s me.” Problem Sleuth says as he backs away from the Postmaster Sword.

Persevering Maillady puts the letter opener back in her bag. “What’s this all about?” She says in between huffs.

Sleuth straightens up a bit and gives himself a moment. “I need you to take the day off.”

“WHAT?” Maillady shouts so loud the whole block can hear. “Absolutely not! I need to deliver the mail.” She says as she adjusts her mailbag. “It is my solemn duty.”

“Listen,” Sleuth says approaching Maillady. “The Midnight Crew are looking into my cases and the Felt are tailing me, and it’s only a matter of time before they start fighting.” He says just above a whisper. “I’ve gotta get everybody I know to clear away from me for the near future, or else they’re gonna get dragged into this.”

“But what about the evidence you mailed yourself?” She says as she fishes in her mailbag.

“I can’t take it right now. I don’t want either gang to shake me down and get ahead of me in my investigation.” Problem Sleuth says. “Deliver it to my apartment.”

Maillady’s eyes flick away from Sleuth. “And where would that be?” Maillady asks innocently.

“Oh, don’t play coy. I know you know where it is. Just find a discreet spot to put it in. The vent in my bedroom will work fine.”

Maillady doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. “I can’t take the day off from mail. It’s just something I can’t do.”

Problem Sleuth groans. “Fine. Just go along your route for the day. If anybody wants to follow you they should get bored after a while, and if anybody wants to look through your mail swing your letter opener at them.” Sleuth says. “Deliver the evidence to my apartment once you’re finished for the day and then don’t come by my office for a few days.”

Problem Sleuth starts walking away. “But what are you gonna do?” Persevering Maillady asks.

“I’ve got a lead I need to follow up on.” Sleuth says. “And I’ve gotta do something about the Felt and the Midnight Crew.”

“What?”

Problem Sleuth looks inwardly. “I’m still thinking about that one.” He says. He walks away.

Persevering Maillady: Do what Problem Sleuth says.

It doesn’t feel right to just abandon him like this (you’re not abandoning him, he asked you to do this), but if he says things are getting pretty dangerous you should respect his wishes if he doesn’t want you to get involved.

You go about your business for the rest of the day feeling a little down.

Problem Sleuth’s only leads are the one in the mail and the one in the office downtown. There’s nothing he can do about the one in the mail right now. Problem Sleuth decides to see Wallstreet Keynoter. At the very least, if Problem Sleuth takes his trouble to them they can more than handle themselves. Wallstreet Keynoter’s got an eternity of physical combat experience, and Sleuth knows what Litigious Lawyer can do.

Sleuth hails a taxi. He gets inside and tells the cab driver to take him downtown. “If you see any black cars that look like they’re cloaked in shadow, let me know.” Sleuth tells the driver.

“What, you on the run from the Midnight Crew?” The driver asks.

“I don’t run from nobody.”

“Yeah, sure. And that’s why you want me to be your lookout.” The driver shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

“And be a gent and keep an eye out for any vomit green cars while you’re at it.”

“If I see any mobsters I’m getting the hell out of this cab and leaving you in here.”

What ever happened to helping out a stranger in need? Nothing, seems like, since nobody bothered doing it in the first place.

Problem Sleuth spends the ride keeping watch in all directions. Sleuth figures he only has so much time before the Felt catch his scent. At that point, if they want to get him, they can. It’s possible to get the best of them, but it requires more thought than Problem Sleuth wants to spend right now. Better to save it for when he needs it.

The Midnight Crew don’t have those advantages. It’s why they’re better mobsters. They can be incredibly clever, and they’ve bribed half the city. All it takes is one goon from the expansive network of informants to spot Problem Sleuth. Then the Midnight Crew come rolling in. If the Midnight Crew wants to get Problem Sleuth, they can, and he figures they’re gonna want to.

The cab rolls just into downtown when a police car flashes its light. “You’re not on the run from the cops too, are you?” The cab driver asks as he pulls over.

A cop walks up to the driver side window and looks inside. He looks at the cab driver. He looks at Problem Sleuth for a few seconds longer than he needs to. “Sorry for the inconvenience. Please carry on.” The cop walks back to the police car as the cab starts driving again.

“That was weird.” The driver says.

The light at the next stop turns from green to red and the cab stops. A cloaked car rolls across the intersection and comes to a stop, blocking traffic. Three doors open. A tall man, a taller man, and a short man step out. They start walking towards Sleuth’s cab.

The cab driver stays true to his promise to ditch the car if he sees any mobsters. Diamonds Droog pulls a card from his deck and fires his tommy gun into the air.

“PROBLEM SLEUTH” Boxcars yells. “WE WANNA TALK WITH YA, YA PIPSQUEAK”

“NOBODY HAS TO GET HURT!” Clubs Deuce yells. “JUST COME OUT OF THE CAB AND LET’S TALK.”

Problem Sleuth: Deal with the Midnight Crew.

And how the hell are you gonna do that?

At best, you can deal with one, maybe two, before their specializations really start adding up. You might have better luck trying to capture one instead.

But not Clubs Deuce. He’d be easiest, but he can’t remember what he ate for breakfast. Not that you can either right now, but you’re preoccupied.

People exit their cars and cars start pulling away from the gridlock in response to Droog’s fire and the rest of the Midnight Crew.

Problem Sleuth throws himself into the front seat. The driver left his keys in his car. He shifts the car into drive.

Problem Sleuth: Stare down Hearts Boxcars.

You are now Diamonds Droog.

Is Problem Sleuth going to do what you think he’s going to do?

Because it looks like he’s about to plow into Hearts Boxcars with the taxi.

And that’s exactly what happens. It’s gratifying to know that nearly all of your predictions come true.

Problem Sleuth opens the door and takes cover behind it. He pulls out his key ring. Sleuth pops up and fires a wild spray of fire. Diamonds Droog crouches behind a car.

Problem Sleuth sprints the distance between him and Diamonds Droog. As Droog pops up to fill Sleuth full of lead Problem Sleuth delivers a solid blow to Droog’s head with the butt of his key ring, knocking off Droog’s hat and knocking him to the ground.

“My fucking suit.” Droog swears.

Problem Sleuth grabs Droog by the collar and starts dragging him towards the abandoned taxi. He sprays in the direction of Hearts Boxcars.

Hearts Boxcars: Teach this runt a lesson in manners.

You are now Clubs Deuce.

You grip your Crook of Felony with two hands, feeling its grooves. You know this weapon well. It has served you well as you do stuff. You feel like you and it have a long history together. You can’t remember what it is.

But you know Problem Sleuth is dragging Diamonds Droog towards a car, and that can’t be good, so you get behind him and hit him in the knee as hard as you can.

Problem Sleuth falls on his back and throws up his arms. He bruises his forearms blocking Clubs Deuce’s blows. He turns himself on his stomach and gets on his knees. With his knee still stinging from the blow, he only manages a half-lunge towards Clubs Deuce, but it’s enough to tackle the small fellow. Sleuth gives the short guy a right hook and then a left hook, and then he hobbles himself up.

Droog is recovering about now. Sleuth fires some more spray at Boxcars to keep him away. Sleuth jams a hand into Droog’s coat and throws his deck of cards aside, and starts dragging him by the collar again.

Hearts Boxcars: Help out your incompetent crew members.

Problem Sleuth only notices Spades Slick when he gets tackled by him. He lands on his back, and then there’s a knee in his chest, and then there’s a knife to his throat, and then there’s a man with sharp teeth barely holding himself back. Problem Sleuth is stunned, the wind’s been knocked out of him, and all of his unlocking instruments are stuck in his pockets. He’s been beat.

“How ya,” Problem Sleuth gasps out, “doing, Slick?” Sleuth gives a haggard grin.

Slick is fuming. “i thought you fuckin wanted to talk” Slick growls.

The Crew recover and stand around Problem Sleuth. Droog is brushing off his hat as he walks to the group. He kicks Sleuth in his side. Hard. “You got my suit dirty.” Droog explains.

Deuce fishes through all of Sleuth’s pockets and takes the items to the car. Slick lets up and Boxcars grabs Problem Sleuth by the collar.

They throw him in the backseat. Boxcars squeezes him from the right, Droog from the left, Slick is sitting across from him, and Clubs Deuce is in the driver seat.

“you know what i said to myself today” Slick asks as the car starts moving.

“What?” Sleuth humors as he catches his breath.

“that you were right” Slick says. “it was about time we had a decent chat. just you and me and the rest of the crew”

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Lots of action in this part. Can't let it go too far, though. Else it would distract from this fic's primary purpose to have everybody yapping endlessly.

Problem Sleuth kicks ass, even if he can't go toe to toe with the whole of the Midnight Crew.

Problem Sleuth pretty much has the worst day ever in front of him.

[ceruleanTresses]

What song is that, anyways?

"One Day More" from Les Miserables.

[Path]

Can I explain how awesome this was? It was my favourite one so far. Was it because there was the Felt, the Crew, a good fight, Problem Sleuth winning, Problem Sleuth getting his ass handed to him, and the promise of more trouble to come?
Yeah probably.

The Midnight Crew don’t have those advantages. It’s why they’re better mobsters.

I like that. You have nice insights on these things.

It’s gratifying to know that nearly all of your predictions come true.

Despite how frightening I find Droog, he's becoming one of my favourites.

Sleuth jams a hand into Droog’s coat and throws his deck of cards aside, and starts dragging him by the collar again.

Um yaaaaaaay

Problem Sleuth only notices Spades Slick when he gets tackled by him. He lands on his back, and then there’s a knee in his chest, and then there’s a knife to his throat, and then there’s a man with sharp teeth barely holding himself back. Problem Sleuth is stunned, the wind’s been knocked out of him, and all of his unlocking instruments are stuck in his pockets.

And now we've ended up in my territory! Today's going to be a good day; it started with Spades Slick straddling Problem Sleuth already. >_>

[Wigmund]

*has posted something incredible*

I'm all teary here, I love Les Miserables.
I'm rereading this while listening to "One Day More" and I can hear the trolls perfectly.

Oh god, I'm actually am tearing up.
Beautiful...just beautiful...

[ceruleanTresses]

Aaaaah happiness, thank you.

(I should probably like...delete all my previous comments going "SQUEE THANK YOU" and just collect them all in this one so I don't fill up the entire thread with SQUEE THANK YOU.))

Incidentally, if anyone has any suggestions for how to make Equius's part better, I'm all ears. I'm happy with most of the piece, but I pretty much fell on my face with that part.