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*tear* I'm a grandpa! *tears of joy*

Oh, I thought it was going to include part of the Mommy scene. If that's the case then just go ahead.

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Correct. Just run the post by me just so I can check it out when you're done please as well.

Fine by me.

Vaughn tremblay? Sounds grumpy.

That sounds like a good name. Do you want me to use it in my next gregory post that I'm writing right now?

Twi, who does IRL work for?

Lemon bars are delicious, and so are my sister's mint brownies. What's your favorite "what's your favorite" question?

Twylight's memes. What's your favorite party game?

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Elantrian for a week, because I know it will be over in a week. Would you rather be a Returned, or a Fullborn?

Who do I Alan to get access to the map?

I think that describes that post perfectly.

New Mommy post, with a surprise guest star.

“OW!” Instantly Mommy wished she hadn’t screamed so shrilly, but she couldn’t help it as Airplane set her down not-so-gently on the concrete in front of the school. “Sorry about the rough landing, miss, but at least you got a nice and comfortable ride, if you know what I mean,” Airplane said as he “inconspicuously” flexed his muscles. “I’ll be inside if you want to talk about that thing you mentioned earlier.” Mommy rolled her eyes as he brushed passed her and entered the school. She was about to turn around when she caught something out of the corner of her eye. A little human something, trying to hide around the corner of a building down the street. Who are you? she thought as she leaned in and squinted towards the child. Do you need a place to stay? Well, it wouldn’t hurt to ask, and Mommy was always looking for little children to take care of, looking to be the person to help out in this rotten world that everyone lived in. Carefully, she started walking towards the little kid. Angel held her hand out to Ramses--her new husky--to tell him to stay, and peeked around the corner of the old almost-collapsing building. It was amazing: Ramses followed her every order, and seemed to know what to do before Angel even thought it. He was the best dog she could ever have. Angel blinked her eyes and looked down the street. It was deserted, except for one woman, who was coming towards her. Sparks! Did she see me?! Even if she did, she didn’t look like that bad of a person. Didn’t most Epics usually dress up in some fancy outfit that screamed “I AM AN EPIC” to the world? This woman was just wearing a plain, plaid dress. And besides, it was getting really dark. Who knew who or what else Angel would find tonight? She needed a place to sleep, and this woman seemed as likely as any to give it to her. It couldn’t hurt to ask, right? Cautiously, she stepped out of her hiding place and bade Ramses follow. The little girl--she couldn’t be more than eight or nine years old--came out of her hiding place, followed by a huge grey husky. Mommy put on a gentle smile, but she found it hard to keep it in place when she found what covered the little girl. Flaky, dried blood. What happened to this little kid?! As soon as the girl was pretty close, Mommy spoke gently. “Hey, little girl. What’s your name?” The little girl swallowed audibly. “A-Angel. Angel Zoe Finch.” The dog growled at Mommy fiercely, and the girl--Angel--turned her attention to it, visibly telling it to calm down. Something didn’t feel right, though Mommy couldn’t put her finger on it. “Well, Angel, are you missing your parents?” Still not looking at her, Angel nodded. “I can take you in for the night, if you want.” Angel immediately brightened. “Really?” Mommy focused on her and willed the blood to go away. “Yeah. Here, let me just clean you off really quic--” The blood stayed stubbornly on the little girl. Mommy’s heart clenched. No.... “H-How old are you, Angel?” She sighed. “I’m thirteen. Everyone says I look like I’m ten, but really I’m--” Thirteen. Angel was thirteen. “GET AWAY!” Mommy screeched. Angel recoiled in horror, but Mommy didn’t care. She was too busy trying to force memories of the past away, too busy trying not to relive them. My daughter.... “But--” Angel stuttered. “DID YOU HEAR ME? GET AWAY! GET AWAY FROM ME NOW!” Mommy glared at the little girl. Why? Why did you come here? Why did you face me like this? WHY DID YOU MAKE ME RELIVE MY DAUGHTER ABANDONING ME?! Screaming, the not-so-little girl dashed away with tears streaming down her face, the husky following after her. Mommy’s eyes weren’t completely dry either. That little girl was no Angel, she was a demon sent from hell to torture her, to make her remember everything horrible she had ever experienced. Forcing back sobs, Mommy ran back to the school. Angel ran back around the corner and wiped the tears from her eyes. The one time she thought she had hope, it was crushed. That woman had seemed so nice, why did she have to blow up like that and push Angel away? Ramses had growled at her, did that mean she was an Epic? Whatever the case was, the woman obviously wasn’t going to help Angel, and neither was anyone else. Angel started to sob, and immediately Ramses came up and nuzzled his head under her arm. She smiled through the tears. “Well, Ramses,” she said, sniffling and looking over at the old, dilapidated building. “I guess we’re sleeping here tonight.”

Portland hasn't seen anything in over a month. I'm going to write a Mommy post having her go to sleep to finish wrapping my characters there up for the day.

Hm, these choices are awful. I'd rather steal money from a Koloss, because they can sometimes be reasonable. Would you rather be a Drab skaa or a Reod Elantrian darkeyes?

Sounds like a pla-- WAIT. We just planned something in the question thread.

Nope. And you can have his attitude be whatever Reader-y thing you want.

So, just to recap for me, I've got to A) Reader after arse's post, 2) BusDriver... Fatebreaker it's your turn Tres) Timeport and Mommy are done for the night, maybe one or two more Mommy posts. IV) Twi what's the plan with Gregory and IRL? Five) Do whatever I need with Astoria.

NEW QUESTION!!! I'm a bit late aren't i?

Reader would be the cruel court jester that everyone hates but everyone is afraid of getting rid of him because somehow he knows everything about everyone (he has his sources). Timeport...wouldn't change much. BusDriver would be a carriage driver for all the nobles, and would hate it. Mommy would be a peasant mother with *way* too many children.

KOBOLD WHY ARE YOU SADNESS STOP MESSING WITH MY MIND!?!?!? Pay me no mind.

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