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Nathan couldn't answer that. He couldn't think past the beautiful hippie on his lap, her eyes meeting his, lips close, so close...

There was only one thing to say. One thing he could say. "You like sock puppets as much as I do?"

...okay. I clearly missed SOMETHING when I skipped over the last few pages. Was there anything said since midnight that related to me?
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Nathan couldn't answer that. He couldn't think past the beautiful hippie on his lap, her eyes meeting his, lips close, so close...

There was only one thing to say. One thing he could say. "You like sock puppets as much as I do?"

 

 

Revolution gasped at the question, pulling her head slightly back with her mouth gaping open in shock. For a moment Sam thought she was mortified by the statement, or at least as taken aback by its suddenness as she was.

 

"Do I like sock puppets?" Revolution breathed, her voice quivering with sheer delight. "I adore them! I put on an annual show for my community to illustrate our town's history! You, darling, are speaking to one of the few people who can still claim to be one of the masters of the art of sock puppetry!"

 

The conversation swung into full motion, the two vanillas gazing longingly into one another's eyes as they chattered about the various intricacies of putting their hands in socks. Sam sighed and put the rest of the pizza down for her pug.

 

"So much for sanity. I guess next you'll be warbling over that giant frog suit Funtimes has in the closet."

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Revolution gasped at the question, pulling her head slightly back with her mouth gaping open in shock. For a moment Sam thought she was mortified by the statement, or at least as taken aback by its suddenness as she was.

"Do I like sock puppets?" Revolution breathed, her voice quivering with sheer delight. "I adore them! I put on an annual show for my community to illustrate our town's history! You, darling, are speaking to one of the few people who can still claim to be one of the masters of the art of sock puppetry!"

The conversation swung into full motion, the two vanillas gazing longingly into one another's eyes as they chattered about the various intricacies of putting their hands in socks. Sam sighed and put the rest of the pizza down for her pug.

"So much for sanity. I guess next you'll be warbling over that giant frog suit Funtimes has in the closet."

Protector Pug tilted her head. Suit. She knew that word. Suit meant clothes. Leader had rarely given her clothes, but he always talked about suits whenever he wore a different outfit.

She had to wear the suit. She had to.

But how to tell her new human?

Protector Pug barked and spun in a circle. Then she did it again, spinning the other way. She wanted the suit.

She would have the suit.

Just because I think Protector Pug would look ten times better in a frog suit--or almost any kind of Epic outfit--than the actual Epics. :P

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Protector Pug tilted her head. Suit. She knew that word. Suit meant clothes. Leader had rarely given her clothes, but he always talked about suits whenever he wore a different outfit.

She had to wear the suit. She had to.

But how to tell her new human?

Protector Pug barked and spun in a circle. Then she did it again, spinning the other way. She wanted the suit.

She would have the suit.

Just because I think Protector Pug would look ten times better in a frog suit--or almost any kind of Epic outfit--than the actual Epics. :P

Of course! Protector PugXRedlight! It all doesn't make sense now. :P

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Protector Pug tilted her head. Suit. She knew that word. Suit meant clothes. Leader had rarely given her clothes, but he always talked about suits whenever he wore a different outfit.

She had to wear the suit. She had to.

But how to tell her new human?

Protector Pug barked and spun in a circle. Then she did it again, spinning the other way. She wanted the suit.

She would have the suit.

 

 

"What's the matter?" Sam asked cautiously. "You still hungry? Smell intruders? Is the luvy-duvy stuff bothering you as much as it's bothering me?"

 

The closet door managed to creak open slightly on its own, prompting the pug to start adorably wagging her tail and barking at a dog-sized frog suit that Funtimes inexplicably had in stock.

 

She realized what the pug was after in a second. "No," she said firmly. "I forbid it. You are not wearing that."

 

The little dog stared at her for a moment before flattening herself to the floor, eyes appealing upwards to her through a scrunched up face that somehow conveyed more sadness than she'd ever seen in her years in Portland.

 

Sam felt a conviction within her begin to waver. It was as if she stared not into the face of a dog she'd met less than an hour ago, but into the face of pity itself. Her own eyes began to fill with tears at the sight, forcing her to wipe them with a sigh.

 

"OK," she promised. "But just this once, OK? Rev, Nathan, come help me get this... suit... on... her..."

 

Those last words she said slowly, her voice trailing off into perplexion. "Uh, guys? You just met yesterday!"

 

Revolution broke off from her spirited kiss with Nathan, glaring in her direction. "Society can't put chains on passion! Power to the lovers!" Nathan appeared to try adding a statement of his own, but failed to get the words out before Revolution glued herself to his mouth once more.

 

"Oooookay," Sam said slowly, turning to the pug. She bent over to pick up the small frog suit, carrying it out to the back porch without looking back on the smooching sock puppet enthusiasts.

 

"Let's just walk away at a brisk pace and hope they're not contagious..."

 

 

Didn't Kobold ban us from shipping her because of her age?  :unsure:

 

I don't think I ever banned it. More suggested that you should get her German citizenship so your ships will at least be legal. :P

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"What's the matter?" Sam asked cautiously. "You still hungry? Smell intruders? Is the luvy-duvy stuff bothering you as much as it's bothering me?"

 

The closet door managed to creak open slightly on its own, prompting the pug to start adorably wagging her tail and barking at a dog-sized frog suit that Funtimes inexplicably had in stock.

 

She realized what the pug was after in a second. "No," she said firmly. "I forbid it. You are not wearing that."

 

The little dog stared at her for a moment before flattening herself to the floor, eyes appealing upwards to her through a scrunched up face that somehow conveyed more sadness than she'd ever seen in her years in Portland.

 

Sam felt a conviction within her begin to waver. It was as if she stared not into the face of a dog she'd met less than an hour ago, but into the face of pity itself. Her own eyes began to fill with tears at the sight, forcing her to wipe them with a sigh.

 

"OK," she promised. "But just this once, OK? Rev, Nathan, come help me get this... suit... on... her..."

 

Those last words she said slowly, her voice trailing off into perplexion. "Uh, guys? You just met yesterday!"

 

Revolution broke off from her spirited kiss with Nathan, glaring in her direction. "Society can't put chains on passion! Power to the lovers!" Nathan appeared to try adding a statement of his own, but failed to get the words out before Revolution glued herself to his mouth once more.

 

"Oooookay," Sam said slowly, turning to the pug. She bent over to pick up the small frog suit, carrying it out to the back porch without looking back on the smooching sock puppet enthusiasts.

 

"Let's just walk away at a brisk pace and hope they're not contagious..."

 

 
 

 

I don't think I ever banned it. More suggested that you should get her German citizenship so your ships will at least be legal. :P

And then Funtimes entered. :ph34r:

 

Alright, I can do that.

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And then Funtimes entered. :ph34r:

Alright, I can do that.

She would be quite pleased by Protector Pug finding the frog suit. Nathan and Revolution, on the other hand, would begin the plot discussed in the last few pages. :ph34r:

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She would be quite pleased by Protector Pug finding the frog suit. Nathan and Revolution, on the other hand, would begin the plot discussed in the last few pages. :ph34r:

That awkward moment when everything around you gets socked. Maybe Remington can act as a wingman and distract Funtimes long enough.

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So after all this talking about shipping her, I admit that I completely forgot how Revolution looks like. :mellow:

Mind giving me a little reminder, Kobold?

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She would be quite pleased by Protector Pug finding the frog suit. Nathan and Revolution, on the other hand, would begin the plot discussed in the last few pages. :ph34r:

 

 

One year later...

 

The realm of Socktopia rejoiced, its citizens overboiling with excitement as their monarchs greeted them from the parapet of their castle. The laughs and cheers of the puppets were deafening, each reaching upwards from the Mysterious Below and locking their googly eyes on the Glorious Hand-Deities. The cheers were loud enough to shake the crayon-colored cardboard background as the Hand-God stepped in front of his wife, clearing his throat as he addressed the citizens.

 

"Loyal subjects of Socktopia," he proclaimed warmly. His voice was firmer than when he'd first arrived in this magical land, but it was clear he'd gotten used to the macaroni crown that sat atop his forehead.

 

"It has been a full year since my wife and I first came to your country," he continued, eyes grooming over the assembled crowd. "A year since we were hungry and confused within your borders. Hungry and oh, so confused.

 

"We were terrified at the beginning, but found new strength in each other and from the lot of you. We learned that while in our world we were the weakest of the weak, in this glorious enchanted kingdom, we were given the chance to be more. With our hands--"

 

He raised them before the crowd, who nearly lost themselves in excitement.

 

"--with these simple but marvelous hands, we built a cardboard capital from the ground up. We darned those of you who were injured. We sewed derpy but functional eyes onto the blind. We gave the voiceless a chance to be heard with my wife's surprising ventriloquism skills. And we turned back the dreaded Finger-Puppet Hordes of the far north."

 

The Hand-God smiled awkwardly at his subjects, tapping his ten divine fingers against his cardboard castle. "But hands, as spectacular as they may seem to you, are nothing compared to the joy of having a family. And so it is with great pleasure that I introduce you to the newest member of our family--Princess Ventriloquia!"

 

The roar of the crowd was deafening as the Hand-Goddess stepped beside her husband, a hand triumphantly raised to the heavens. Upon that hand was a thick red stocking with a head of golden yarn, eyes googling towards the people of Socktopia as her voice rang out over the city streets.

 

"Hi everybody!" Princess Ventriloquia's voice was thick but fair, curiously in time with the corner of the Hand-Goddess's lips twitching. "For nine months this tall and extraordinarily beautiful woman has knitted me from the wrist up, and now I am ready to serve as the heir to the Socktopian throne!"

 

The assembled puppets were bouncing up and down with a glee that had been not felt in the kingdom for centuries, some of the older and more emotional socks weeping tears of joy from their button eyes. Their celebration was so loud and uproarious, not a one of them noticed the two Hand-Deities turning their heads from the newborn princess and holding a private council.

 

"Think this'll get them off our backs about producing an heir?" the Hand-God whispered.

 

"It's working so far," the Hand-Goddess replied, the daughter on her hand still blowing kisses to the crowd.

 

"How close are the physicist-puppets to finishing Project Back 2 Sanity?"

 

"None of the Furbies have come back through the portals. We might have to face that we could be stuck here a while longer."

 

"Sparks. We really weren't thinking clearly that night we kissed, were we?"

 

"I still think those pizzas were drugged with something."

 

"I'm still not convinced that we're not still in the cottage drugged out of our minds."

 

Grinning at the thought in morbid humor, the Hand-Deities looked back to their people, the smiley-faced sun setting serenely at their backs.

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Wonder how the Portland Epics would react if Nathan changed his name from Traveler to Nathaniel le Sperre, Hand-God of the Northern Climes? :ph34r:

 

Probably with only a small fraction of the blank stares and laughter he'd receive if he explained to them the origins of the title. :P

 

 

Oh, and Edgedancer? Revolution looks something like this:

 

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Tall, tan skin, wavy brown hair, clothes-that-I-can't-remember-but-I-think-TwiLyght-specified-early-on.

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Probably with only a small fraction of the blank stares and laughter he'd receive if he explained to them the origins of the title. :P

Oh, and Edgedancer? Revolution looks something like this:

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Tall, tan skin, wavy brown hair, clothes-that-I-can't-remember-but-I-think-TwiLyght-specified-early-on.

Except for Nighthound for, in a strange twist, he was behind the terrible Finger Puppet Invasion of Socktopia. :ph34r:

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The usual way: As a result of Edgerunner's brainstorming sessions on new and creative ways to raise Arsenal's blood pressure. :ph34r:

  

That actually sounds like something she might go into Autumn's office for. It'd definitely help calm her a lot. :P

Arsenal is 66 and Redlight is in her mid twenties, either 24 or 25. Haven't decided exactly.

 

Maybe I could combine the crack ships so I don't have to keep up with both of them? Nathan + Redlight, or frogsuit!Arsenal + Revolution, or frogsuit!Arsenal + Nathan. There are a lot of potential combinations. :P

Arsenal is that old? Woah. I was picturing him as late 40s/early 50s.

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Already finding character avatars for the spinoff, I see. :ph34r::P

 

Sure am. :P

 

 

Arsenal is that old? Woah. I was picturing him as late 40s/early 50s.

 

I know the feeling. I was imagining Frequency as a man in his early 30s for an embarassingly long time. :mellow:

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  That actually sounds like something she might go into Autumn's office for. It'd definitely help calm her a lot. :P

 

"All right, Emma, I'm going to lead you through a visualization exercise. This helps me relax, and I think it'll help you too. Close your eyes. Now, I want you to picture a beautiful, sparkling ball gown. A gown in your favorite color, with a wide silk skirt and a lush bodice covered in intricate beadwork. Now I want you to imagine…putting Arsenal into that beautiful ball gown. You are using the Riddikulus Charm from Prisoner of Azkaban to put Arsenal in the beautiful ball gown. You are raising your wand to Arsenal, and with a mighty cry—" 

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I hate to interrupt the madness with some actual planning, :P but is the Unicyclist currently conscious? Would he perhaps move or give a grunt of pain after Nighthound kicked him, letting Lightwards know he could be spoken to?

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I hate to interrupt the madness with some actual planning, :P but is the Unicyclist currently conscious? Would he perhaps move or give a grunt of pain after Nighthound kicked him, letting Lightwards know he could be spoken to?

 

Spoilsport. :P I think he could revive soon. He'll be in a lot of pain (thanks, Nighthound <_<) but he could definitely answer. 

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Spoilsport. :P I think he could revive soon. He'll be in a lot of pain (thanks, Nighthound <_<) but he could definitely answer. 

 

So it's alright if I indicate that he's conscious when Lightwards starts speaking to him? I'd hate to further humiliate Lightwards by having him give threatening speeches to a snoring Unicyclist. :P

 

 

Also, general question about my writing. Do you think I overuse the "twitching eye" tic on various characters? I kind of feel like I've been using it too frequently, with it being the main way I know to indicate subtle irritation. :huh:

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So it's alright if I indicate that he's conscious when Lightwards starts speaking to him? I'd hate to further humiliate Lightwards by having him give threatening speeches to a snoring Unicyclist. :P

 

 

Also, general question about my writing. Do you think I overuse the "twitching eye" tic on various characters? I kind of feel like I've been using it too frequently, with it being the main way I know to indicate subtle irritation. :huh:

 

Dear, sweet Kobold. Still mired in thinking that humiliating Lightwards is a bad thing. -_-:P It's totally fine. 

 

I hadn't noticed. :mellow: Maybe subtly, but with the characters it's used for—Arsenal and Lightwards, mostly—it makes sense, so it didn't feel out of place. But no, I haven't come across any turns of phrase that make my eyes twitch, a la Stephanie Meyers' overuse of the word "chagrin." 

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