Ryan heard the shot, and another quickly followed it. He spun and lashed out at the Solstice behind him, snapping the man’s neck without further ceremony – kidnapping was one thing, especially when they hadn’t had time to disappear their victim, when they opened fire in a crowded mall of civilians, they weren’t interested in talking.
He shifted down the mall, catching sight of a grey t-shirt in the McDonald’s she’d pointed to – knowing she was safe, he shifted again, following the Solstice that had run off with the young fae.
They were struggling to load him into a van – blood was running over his forehead, whether they’d hit him with a cudgel, or slammed his head into the van, he didn’t know. It didn’t matter. He lifted his gun, a single shot downed one of the men, two finished off the other.
The young man slumped against the van, rubbing his ears. ‘Coulda used a silencer.’
‘Not my style.’
‘Angels don’t have style,’ he said. He touched the blood on his forehead and grimaced. ‘I’m a fucking waiter, what’d they want with me?’
He scanned the young man – noticing that he wasn’t entirely fae. ‘You’re a halfbreed, they wanted to hurt you.’
‘I’m not on the grey list, couldn’t your response time have been a little better?’
‘The word you’re searching for is “thanks” or “thank you”. If I hadn’t been in the area, they would have taken you. You’re lucky.’
‘Lucky isn’t what I’d call it. My life’s ruined.’
‘Do you wish to go to a safe house?’
‘Well, I think that’s the least you can do.’
He waved a hand and shifted the ungrateful young man to a safe house – one near Sydney, so he wouldn’t have to deal with the follow-up paperwork.
He turned back towards the mall and shifted to the McDonald’s – looking in, he found he’d misjudged his recruit’s location, that was, unless she’d somehow turned into a young man. He remembered the shots, and quickly scanned the mall, and was relieved to see a lack of corpses.
He looked across the mall, scanning for the grey t-shirt that he’d required, and was frozen for a moment when he saw it. The shirt – and the body it covered – were lying the ground. Another quick shift had him at her side.
Her head lay in a puddle of blood and unblinking eyes stared up at him. He took in the scene, preserve ring every inch of it for examination later, then dropped to his knees, wrapped his arms around her and shifted her away from the prying eyes of the public – and the security cameras.
As soon as they appeared in her apartment, she rolled from his arms, landing heavily on the floor, the wet blood smearing the carpet. She clawed at the carpet, and after a moment, began to scream. A single thought filled the walls with soundproofing – no-one would hear the screaming girl this time. She took a breath, long enough to nearly choke on her tears, then collapsed fully to the floor, lying as still as the corpse he’d baby-sat for a month.
Then, the crying started.
He reached for her, but she shook off his advances, reaching her arm back and blindly slapping at his hand. She pushed herself up a little, turned her head at the coffee table and began to slam her head into the leg. Each slam was accompanied by a short scream, but he shifted the table away so that she couldn’t hurt herself more.
He quickly shrugged off his jacket and got down in the ground in front of her, brushing the hair back from her face – just to make sure she hadn’t hurt herself too badly. Tear-filled eyes stared uncomprehendingly at him, before she just screamed again and weakly pushed him away.
She collapsed again, both hands grabbing bunches of her hair, a look of terror plastered on her face.
‘He- No- I- Ahhhhh!’
‘Stop it Spyder, just stop it!’
‘Function gone, all gone, nobody here, all gone all gone all gone all gone.’
She lifted her head and slammed it against the carpet, smearing more of the blood onto the carpet. He reached for again, and this time, she snapped out, trying to bite his hand as he reached for her.
‘Nobody here no more, can’t, he, can’t, he, can’t be here after that!’
‘You’re here! You’re here! Just shut up and listen to me!’
She rocked back and forth, the hands gripping her head shaking and flexing beyond and reasonable control.
‘All gone, all gone, bullet in the brain pan, squish! Squish! All over the ground! It was all over the ground! Can’t- Can’t be here now.’
‘Spyder-‘
She one hand wrenched it free of its iron grip on her hair, and reached for the back of her head. It came away bloody and covered in…covered in small chunks of brain matter. She held the hand in front of her face for a moment, then began to scream again.
This time, when he reached for her, he ignored all of her feeble attempts to bat him away, with very little effort, he lifted her tiny body up onto his lap, and wrapped his arms around her trembling form. She slapped at him, but he ignored it, easily able to ignore the minimal sensation that it caused. Slightly harder to ignore was her slamming her head against his, but he held on, knowing that if he didn’t, she was going to slip away, to somewhere that wasn’t as easy to return from as Death’s realm. She beat him a few more times, then tried to bite his shoulder. After a moment of attempting to chew through the fabric of his vest, she simply collapsed against him and wept.
He scanned her – internally, she was the same as when they’d left the apartment, externally, with the small, drying blood spatter on her forehead, her blood-soaked hair and the small pieces of…debris clinging to the back of her head, it honestly seemed as though someone had shot her in the head, and that she’d lain there, allowing the blood to stain her skin and soak into the neck of her shirt. It was a look he’d seen too many times, but the data conflicted itself, so there was nothing conclusive there.
He did a deeper scan of her brain, afraid that she really had a basis for screams…but her mind was intact, there was no missing pieces, not even the tiny one in her hand.
‘Squish! Squish! Oh god…squish…’ She was still shuddering, still crying. He slowly rubbed a hand in circles on her back, trying to calm her, and turned his head to look at her. She was staring down at her blood-stained hand, and was rolling one of the small pieces of brain matter between her fingers.
‘Oh Jesus Christ…you can’t be…I can’t have thoughts without you…’ Awkwardly, she lifted her bloody hand and pressed it against the side of her head. ‘You can go back in now…go on…go back in…incomplete without you…all gone…go back in! GO BACK IN!’
‘Stef…’
‘GO BACK IN!’
She knuckled her hand, trying even harder to push the small piece of debris back in, before simply slumping and weeping against his chest. Bloody hair stared back at him as he looked down at her, but he put aside his own feelings of disgust – he could deal with himself later, she was that was important at the moment.
‘I’m here,’ he said, ‘you’re safe.’
‘She isn’t safe from her own thoughts.’
‘Shh…Tell me what happened.’
‘I can’t!’ she screamed, ‘I’m not all here!’ With this, she dissolved into manic giggles.
He held her a little tighter. ‘Yes you are, you’re all here, you’re all right here.’
She stopped giggling, she stopped shaking, and she buried her head in his chest. ‘Heshotme,’ came her quiet answer. She grabbed a handful of his vest and held it tightly, as if trying to draw strength from the cloth. ‘He shot me. In the head.’ She ground her head against his chest, trying to hide it in the little space between his vest and his shirt. ‘Wasn’t supposed to get a third chance, was I?’
‘Not so far as I knew,’ he said.
‘Then…’ she said shakily, ‘the hell happened?’
‘Did you see Death?’
‘No.’
‘Either of her sisters?’
He felt her shake her head against his chest. She exhaled a long breath against him. ‘I’m…I’m pretty sure I died. I mean-‘ she began to shake again. ‘You can’t…that…and not…’ Her grip tightened and her body went stiff.
‘I know what you mean, don’t think about it.’
She pulled back a little so she could look at him. ‘How can I be thinking with a brain that has bits missing?’
‘It isn’t missing,’ he said slowly, ‘it’s intact.’
Her eyes went wide, and she lifted both hands to the side of her head. ‘You can see my brain?’ she asked in a hoarse whisper. He nodded, and she slid one hand over her forehead. ‘What about now?’ He nodded again, and she just stared at him. ‘Ok, so you really are Superman. I never liked Superman.’
He lifted a hand to the side of her face. ‘Stef, are you-‘
‘So far from ok,’ she said as she leaned against this hand. ‘So, so, so, so far from ok. But…Yeah, no, just so far from ok.’ Her head rocked back and forth for a moment. ‘And I’m so cold.’
That, at least, he could fix. He stood, easily lifting her as he did. Unprepared for the change in altitude, she simply whimpered and clung tighter to him.
A tub of warm water appeared with a thought, and he tried to lower her into it, but she whimpered again and grabbed fistfuls of his shirt. Not wanting to hurt her, he again tried to gently pry her from himself.
‘Don’t let me go,’ she said in a tiny voice, ‘please.’
‘All right,’ he said. He looked at the tub, and with a thought, changed it into one a lot larger. Without even taking off his shoes, he stepped over the the rim, and gently lowered himself and his recently-obtained growth into the warm water. She tensed up, then seemed to deflate as she was surrounded by the warm water. Her grip relaxed and her head slumped.
The clear water of the tub was immediately coloured by the blood on her hands, the tiny pieces of debris floating to the surface. Her grip relaxed, he managed to push her away a little, enough to lift her hands so that he could scrub away the bloodstains.
‘You’re washing away me,’ she said, her eyes fixed on the water. ‘That’s…little bits of me, going bye-bye. Bye-bye! Bye-bye!’ She slammed a fist into the water, a surprisingly definite movement, then buried her face in his chest again. ‘Sorry, sorry, sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!’
He required replacement water – so that she didn’t have to sit in water dyed by her own blood and looked down at her. ‘You’ve got nothing to apologise for.’
‘You hate me,’ she said weakly.
He put a hand under her chin and made her look up at him. ‘How could I hate you?’
Her face went hard. ‘Easily.’
He required both of his hands dry and wiped away her tears. ‘Well, I don’t.’
This only made her cry more.
‘Turn around,’ he said, and she gave a small nod and turned away from him, her arms wrapped around her middle. After a moment, he required a comb and began to comb the debris from her hair. He again fought back his feelings of disgust as tiny pieces of brain matter brushed against his fingers.
He required a cup full of clean water and poured some of the warm water over her head, washing some of the blood away, and helping to loosen some of the blood that had become dried. An unexpected giggle came from her as the water ran over the back of her neck, but stopped abruptly, and she went back to holding her middle and moving as little as possible.
Acting like this, caring for something so small and so fragile, acting as…acting as a father, was something that had become unfamiliar to him. He smiled, knowing that he was going to get a lot of chances to hone that old skill set.
Half a dozen more cups of water, some more combing and a couple of small requirements later, her head no longer resembled that of a gunshot victim. A small requirement made her shirt disappear, to which she shuddered and hunched over even further. He simply brushed her clean-again hair from her neck, and scrubbed at the bloodstain, when he was satisfied, he required her into a clean set of clothes, and again replaced the water in the tub.
She slid away from him and turned around to face him, one hand covering her mouth as she looked at him. Slowly, he looked down at himself, and saw that his clothes were covered in her blood. One quick requirement, however, fixed that, and she seemed to calm a bit. After a moment, her gaze slid away from him, and she focused on the water.
‘I should have told you,’ she said quietly, ‘that I was crazy.’
‘It isn’t exactly something that comes up in casual conversation.’
‘If you’d known what a useless little shit I was, none of this would have happened.’
‘You aren’t useless, you saved my life, remember?’ He said, and she just stared at him, then went back to looking at the water. ‘I know now,’ he said after a moment, ‘and it’s all right.’
‘Except that it’s really not, I can’t expect you to treat me like people now that you know, now that I’m not even people anymore.’ She slid a fisted hand up into her shirt, then began to beat it against her heart. ‘Ba-bomp, ba-bomp, ba-bomp, that’s people, me? There’s nothing there, no ba-bomp, so I’m not people, worse than that, I’m crazy not-people.’ She slid back further and leaned back against the far end of the tub. ‘I knew you’d grok onto it eventually, I just figured I’d get to see some magic before I got outed.’
He found herself staring at her chest, and the mirror inside it. ‘Far more than you expected.’
She brought her knees up to her chest, dug her fingers into the fabric of her pants, then looked up at him. ‘How many rules are you breaking right now?’
Rules, I would say that Stef has broke at least half a dozen just by being up and about now.
I think seeing your brains outside of your head will give anyone reason to scream and be crazy for a while. Not to mention how much that hurt.
…I think is what I come up with in the next chapter, those are just the major ones though, not all the little caveats and by-laws and whatnot. >_< Hm, do you prefer this version of the scene, or the one in the old version? The old one was a lot more...calm, I suppose is the best way to put it, she was all freaked out, but calmed pretty quickly...this time around... ...well, other than that this is a more likely reaction, I kind of wanted a nice, solid reminder that she is in fact, insane. >_> (And, to, yanno, tug at your heartstrings more).
And, to, yanno, tug at your heartstrings more
hehehehehe +)
You guys are all talking about the “old version”.. What is the old version? Where is it? 🙂
…was on the old site, and shall never seen the light of day again. Ok, maybe, but it’s not as good as this version.
I wrote MF and MH both last year, but then decided that they desperately needed a rewrite (as daymon can attest, the MF rewrite is a lot stronger, makes a lot more sense and the plot is a lot tighter), the MH rewrite, while not needing as much work as MF, was still very much a first draft, as I was still at the point of figuring out where things were going to go.
I mean, there’s a chapter coming up that, in the original, honestly came out of nowhere, but made the book all the much stronger for it… unfortunately, sometimes when I got those out-of-nowhere ideas, things were left hanging one way or the other, and it didn’t turn out as well.
Like, for example, the original MF had a lot more Magnolia content in it (about six chapters from her perspective – also the chapters were a lot shorter back then), but I removed them from the 2.0 version, as they distracted from the Stef story too much.
Maybe when I finish MH 2.0, I’ll put up both versions…but really, it’d be masochistic of you to read through them.
Ahh, I see..
Well, it would totally be masochistic to read it before finishing MH, but when you finish it, I can go for some self-torture 😛
…I’ll make PDFs on the weekend and have them ready to post for when MH is done.
I say this one is a lot stronger, and not many people would be able to calm down after finding their brain on their head. Not to say anything about in their hand.
I know I probably wouldn’t be one of the calmest people then, and Stef is all kinds of crazy.
Actually I might have found this quite interesting (assuming I had enough of my brain to comprehend that, and the pain levels allowed me to think), and I wouldn’t panic a lot… Far from the Stef panic like )
I find this property of mine… disturbing, and strangely satisfying 😛
Hmm…
Heeeey, Flexy, we need you for an experiiiiiment!
>_>
But I thought for this, her levels of panic and trauma were fine – also given that she never actually dealt with the fall-out of dying the first time (brain-in-a-jar time notwithstanding).
*naively*
Sure, I’m in 😀
But considering Stef – I think the reaction was just fine.. Especially because the brain-in-a-jar-ness was completely different.. Feeling dead, and feeling/touching your dead body brains is QUITE different.. O_o
…I guess that whole being crazy thing does have its advantages, which is really, really odd if you think about it.
…and even odder, because as I’m sitting here thinking about it, I remember that the seed of her insanity started off with me just wanting to do some internal-conflict-y dialogue, and that morphed into the bold and italic voices, and that morphed into everything else.
So.. umm… Why exactly is this going to make us hate you?
I mean.. Tbh, I’m in a stupor right now.. I’m not totally sure if I know what happened there..
Though I’m not sure at all how/what ‘ghosts’ are in MF, so this is all just speculation 😀
As to why I think I’ll get the hate…
Ok, sometimes when I make people do this ;_; they turn it into >:| and direct it at me because I’m the one who made them wibble/cry in the first place, and I think breaking poor little Steffie to the point where she’s uncontrollably externalising her voices and smashing her head against her table and/or agent, some people are going to ;_;
1) Well, it’s the Chinatown mall…surrounded by various food shops and butchers, so it’s just possible there was a random brain there, but unlikely.
2) 😀
3) Ghosts in MF are basically what happen when people fail their, um, corpse-run (coming back up out of death’s realm), if they don’t make it, they become insane, incorporeal and are stuck roaming/floating around until the end of the universe.
I don’t know.. Usually it’s a good thing when stories like that make me weepy, /methinks
And.. I guess you are/were a WoW person 😛
Thanks for the explanation )
Btw, is there like a MF/MH dictionary? It’d be nice to have a place to look-up terms, as it did get confusing at some points.. e.g. I had a slight idea of what an oubliette is, but when I realised that they have rules that you shouldn’t break, it made me go ‘Wha??? O_o’
…good for people to have emotional reactions, but still, sometimes I get on the receiving end of the >:| part.
And yus, I’m a WoW player. Ex-Hordie (80 Forsaken priest who’s more out of her brain than Stef), currently gnomie (mage and mad scientist). I’m on Wyrmrest Accord at the moment.
No, no dictionary at the moment…I’ve got the wiki, but it’s really barebones at the moment, and I never got around to starting to update it like I was supposed to. I will get around to it, for the moment, feel free to ask questions, I’m happy to clarify stuff.
Oh yeah, and I have totally succumbed to the avatar bribe 😀
*chomps on cookies*
Is that tiny-chibi-glasses-wearing-Ichigo mask?!
SQUEEEE!
I’m glad you noticed 😀
I took the glasses from J!NX, but it just made Ichigo look more nerdy 😀
Also, I have it in a much better res, but it’s not quite as cool. Shows how bad of an artsy person I am 😀
It’s my favourite anime/manga. There is just too much awesome in that series (…except for the filler arcs…).
Cookie?
http://www.hlj.com/images/meg/meg81018_1.jpg
…THAT IS TOO CUTE FOR WORDS!!!!!
Butbutbut…there’s no Ken-chan or Yu-chan. ;_;
[Forum link]
But I like bleach too, except that it’s getting really boring sometimes (filler arcs)
…are just horrible. *cringes at memories of the Bounto arc*
The last filler arc, however (with the little noble girl/spoiled brat) was frankly fun – it was a lot more like Bleach than some of their other horrible filler, it was bright, full of humour (and people getting kicked in the face!) and didn’t make people want to /wrist (also, it was mercifully short :D).
It wasn’t all that bad.
but the filler arcs are that bad, that i don’t even download it right away, it even happens that i’ve missed 3 episodes and i download all three.
What really annoyed me, lately, (something you’ll probably like, for having all the main characters there), is that stupid Day at th Beach thing…
Immune. Makes sense. Is she immortal too? (and by immortal I mean can’t die on her own, that in case she can get killed if someone beheads her or something. And can she get killed by decapitation?)
And she has kewl self-healing powers ^_^ *wants self-healing powers too*
She snapped back from shock pretty quickly… I’m impressed. Although maybe a normal person wouldn’t have snapped back so soon. Good thing she’s insane.
And when is he going to tell her about her new heart?
And…
Acting like this, caring for something so small and so fragile, acting as…acting as a father, was something that had become unfamiliar to him. He smiled, knowing that he was going to get a lot of chances to hone that old skill set.
…now I want to read all about Ryan’s experience with fatherhood. 😀
—
Resident owl.
Immune. Makes sense. Is she immortal too? (and by immortal I mean can’t die on her own, that in case she can get killed if someone beheads her or something. And can she get killed by decapitation?)
And she has kewl self-healing powers ^_^ *wants self-healing powers too*
All in good time, all in good time…pretty soon though.
She snapped back from shock pretty quickly… I’m impressed. Although maybe a normal person wouldn’t have snapped back so soon. Good thing she’s insane.
hehehe
…now I want to read all about Ryan’s experience with fatherhood. 😀
Oh, so you noticed that…well, um…you’ll just have to wait. 😛
*hates waiting* I’ll hit you with an enthymeme! >_>
…there’s a whole plotline with that story, but it’s not yet, and I don’t want to divulge any details just yet (though I could possibly be bribed…damnit why did I say that?).
*bribebribebribebribe*
So tell me, my dear Stormy, how can you be bribed? *wink wink*
(I might have something that could probably qualify as bribe material, but I wanna hear your ideas first :D)
*bribebribebribebribe*
That works pretty well…
Plus…I have like no impulse control when it comes to minor spoilers (this counts as minor, I suppose, since it’s not directly relevant to the main plot, and isn’t one of those things that’s going to be used for a horrible reveal).
Um, it was a very long time ago, he married this woman, they had a baby (fun fact: half-human, half-agent babies only have a term of seven months, rather than the regular nine), so he got to play with a baby/get a dry run for looking after a much larger baby >_>, but then his wife kind of realised the…I’m not going to say horror, but being married to an agent isn’t always fun, especially if you’re external to the Agency, trying to be the good wife and have dinner on the table, and waiting for a guy who can’t always show up on time, so they separate and she locks him out of the kid’s life, because she wants the kid to be noooooormal. -_-
I have like no impulse control when it comes to minor spoilers
Well, spoil away! 😀
Is said kid still alive? And will he/she show up later?
And how normal can a half-agent kid be?
…other than than the whole being slightly stronger, faster and smarter than the average bear, having higher pain tolerances than regular people (but not unbelievably high) and ageing at the decelerated rate? …fairly normal. 😛
Don’t worry, when #3 comes around, we’ll get to meet a few of Grigori’s 76 living children, and you’ll get to see what half-agents are like. 😀
Grigori’s 76 living children
Oh.. Umm.. Now there’s a healthy, strong man O_o
…seriously, he’s one of my favourite characters (and he started out as a joke no less!).
And mind, I said 76 *living* children, in total he’s had somewhere around 150, but some have died/been killed.
He’s the sex-mad agent (in the good, fun way), like the superstar that everyone wants to sleep with, cause he throws the best parties, is an awesome friend and converted one of his Agency gyms into a big steam bath.
And yes, he does sleep with multiple recruits most nights of the week (usually at the same time, his bed is huge!).
…I truly, truly hate the bizarre places my head goes sometimes.
I just had this image of Taylor taking to Stef with an axe (…that, I suppose I can blame on AL13N…and the fact that I re-read Savior yesterday), but failing to get all the way through (so she’s like…Nearly-headless-Stef) and a new head growing in place while the other one is attached by this little flap of skin.
O_O
…I think I need a hug.
*hugs*
Require: cookie and a cup of hot choco!
There there :”>
Hmm… “There there” will never be the same for me after The Big Bang Theory T_T
…and it’s kind of cold this morning, I think I might actually go steal some of my flatmate’s hot chocolate. ^_^
…for the strangest, most exotic places, we can thank AL13N ^_^
*hands over cookie to AL13N*
I think I had the axe image too… which somehow made me laugh hysterically, while my dog is staring at me and can’t understand what’s wrong. Need sleep. >_>
*huggles Stormy*
thanks, Bufi. (also thanks for the cookies)
and Stormy! you little thief of flatmate’s hot chocolate!
*hmm, hot chocolate*
I’ve been reading this series since about july this year, and I gotta say, it very, very quickly became one of my favorite things to be reading on the net. 😀
I love how the world is presented, and the characters themselves, especially Stef, Excellent little hacker that she is.
…Not really got much constructive things to say, so I guess just, keep up the good work, because it’s great stuff! X3
sidenote: when I was reading mirrorfall, there was an RSS feed to tell me when new chapters were up. I can find no such feed for mirrorheart; is there one, and if so, where can I find it?
I’ve been following this feed, and it has proven to be pretty reliable 🙂
It’s giving you all the articles with the tag : Mirrorheart, which actually is all the chapters for it 🙂
http://www.wibblypress.net/taxonomy/term/147/all/feed
Have fun ^_^
excellent! thanks for that, just what I was looking for. 😀
great stuff. :3
Ok, since it’s your first post, you get *hugs* and *cookies* (free clown-proofing kit available on request).
I shall keep up the good work, new chapter up either today, or tomorrow. 🙂
hugs and cookies, eh? looks like we get the full package around here. XD
good to know I have more to read soon enough. excelleeeent. 😀
Ok, Stormy, now you’re getting me worried!!!
When DO you sleep? =/
You can’t and you shouldn’t live off coffee :S
*worried*
…it’s 9.21am here. I got up about four hours ago, I went to bed last night about 9.30pm, I get plenty of sleep…it’s just, like at the opposite end of the day to a lot of people who read this site.
And…
Umm…
What I’m about to say is probably going to be shocking, so you may want to grab hold of something…
…I don’t drink coffee.
*hides*
*loud thump*
you may want to grab hold of something
I’m glad I was lying down..
Wow.. You’re more intriguing than I originally thought 😀
This place is full of awesome! And awesome and strange people 🙂
Still, Steff will disapprove :S
Really? *goes to find a hat and a pair of clogs*
Though, honestly, I didn’t think being an Aussie inherently made me interesting (though Bufi insists that we all have cool accents, so in the course of a week I’ve become cool and intruiguing…by sitting on my ass and doing nothing. ^_^).
And Stef won’t disapprove, it’s more coffee for her!
Well, being an Australian doesn’t make anyone interesting. Still, that doesn’t mean you aren’t, and I’ll bet a lot of people here will agree with me 😀
I wish I could be awesome by doing nothing special like that =)))
Oh, and don’t forget.. Stef will be able to consider this objectively (as long as the voice hints her to), because as long as she has the requirement, or Ryan, for that matter, she has all the cookies, coffee (AND BLOWTORCHES >:]) that she wants.
So I still think she won’t approve lack of coffee-love 🙂
Stef will be able to consider this objectively (as long as the voice hints her to), because as long as she has the requirement, or Ryan, for that matter, she has all the cookies, coffee (AND BLOWTORCHES >:]) that she wants.
Ok, ok, I have to spoil a line from further on.
“I don’t mean to keep using your kind as vending machines, but require: coffee, please.” 😀
But seriously, do you think anyone would let her have a blowtorch? >_>
And she can disapprove all she wants, I’m the one with the power of life and death! …and that sounded just a little diabolical, didn’t it? -_-
But seriously, do you think anyone would let her have a blowtorch? >_>
Ahem, I think AL13N already did >_>
…and that sounded just a little diabolical, didn’t it? -_-
Maybe.. but we know you’re not going to destroy the world.. not yet, at least, so we’re fine ^^
…no one would ever let her have a blowtorch again.
…and that time in MF#35 I gave her one, where she actually attempted property damage…
…we have to stop saying stuff like this to her before she becomes a diva! O_O
(joking, of course :p)
Me? The one who sits around just hoping that you people come back and read new updates? Me? The one who is still afraid that people actually hate Stef? Me? The one who gets panicky because she’s worried about the seeming lack of plot or semblance to anything more mainstream?
Oh, right, sure, diva. I’ll be in my trailer, darlings! >_>
Are you seriously still concerned about all those things? Seriously? *throws *headdesk* pillow at Stormy*
>_>
*serious face*
Don’t forget how we always go crazy waiting for your next update, and we don’t do it because MH is just another series with normal characters and some common plot.
You got nominated for “The Most Annoying Awesome Author of Forever Award”, for cripes sake!
>_>
No cookies for you for a day.
*falls over from the pillow attack*
And I’m allowed author paranoia, it’s my right! ;_;
…paranoia = no cookies today. >_>
(the queen of author paranoia is me :p)
*backs away from the cookies*
I read it and:
– I agree with Bufi, that it did get her quite fast to “preliminary acceptance”
– I agree with Flexer, that “normal”(it seems this normal percentage is quite low) people like Flexer and myself, we don’t freak out at being shot in the head, we’d analyze and think about it, etc…
– I agree with Flexer, that this is totally no cause for ;_; and tissues
– I agree with daymon, that this is better this way, with the more madness
– I agree with myself, that this is a very, very good chapter, the madness is really nicely aloft.
– I absolutely love the sneaky way the bold voice outed itself.
– I also noticed the parenting experience from Ryan
On what’s going on:
I suspect that the mirror tries to save itself; it is why it came to Stef, so that it could shatter on Stef, so that it could kill Stef, causing the mirror to be preserved (and most importantly, it’s memories (which we’ll probably see more later on in other books) ) inside Stef. Also, it was the mirror’s plan to cause Stef to never-be-able-to-pass-on. I can only suspect the mirror’s following intentions.
So, now it again protects itself and heals the REALLY necessary stuff on Stef’s body, but i also suspect i’ll have to give up part of itself to do it. hence it’s why only the worst stuff ‘ll be healed and she’d better not do it too much, cause it may limit the mirror’s “life-span”.
I agree with Flexer, that “normal”(it seems this normal percentage is quite low) people like Flexer and myself, we don’t freak out at being shot in the head, we’d analyze and think about it, etc…
Ok, fine, I need both of you for an experiment. >_>
I agree with Flexer, that this is totally no cause for ;_; and tissues
Ok, fine, I must just be a weepy bitch, cause I was ;_; while writing it.
I absolutely love the sneaky way the bold voice outed itself.
It isn’t ashamed of its existence. 😛 (And, oh man, I have this cool scene that I can’t say a word about. -_-).
I also noticed the parenting experience from Ryan
In the comments is all the info I can give about that at the moment. I was really iffy about mentioning it, but decided what the hell, cause it would be logical for him to be thinking about his son at a time like this.
I suspect that the mirror tries to save itself; it is why it came to Stef, so that it could shatter on Stef, so that it could kill Stef, causing the mirror to be preserved (and most importantly, it’s memories (which we’ll probably see more later on in other books) ) inside Stef.
Or, yanno, it really as an accident and getting stabbed was the natural thing to happen since she was only feet away from the thing when it went kablooey.
So, now it again protects itself and heals the REALLY necessary stuff on Stef’s body, but i also suspect i’ll have to give up part of itself to do it. hence it’s why only the worst stuff ‘ll be healed and she’d better not do it too much, cause it may limit the mirror’s “life-span”.
You are mostly correct, sir. 😀
Or, yanno, it really as an accident and getting stabbed was the natural thing to happen since she was only feet away from the thing when it went kablooey.
I INSIST that the mirror (after all, it’s a part of Death’s father (or was it someone else, i can’t remember anymore)) is actually orchestrating the whole events(think about the solstice shooting her, she attacking the solstice, Emma shooting, the little guy stealing the mirror, Enid and Tate, the leech, The Accident, Ryan saving her for the first time, etc… and all the developing personalities caused by the events) from book 1 to book 9 (when we finally hear that books 1-9 have been no more than instigations by the mirror itself(and everything that happened because of it), just to get what it wants).
Thus, the mirror is indirectly responsible for everything that happened, and all personalities enveloping, it even modified Death’s personality, just so Death would “help” Ryan choose…
It’s all predetermined…!!!
Yes, the mirror is part of Death’s father.
But no, there’s no gorram master plan, it’s not being all orchestrated, things just happen…well, cause things just happen. I mean, if it was all predeterminedy then why, oh why would Ryan have actually let her die/actually killed her in so many of the parallel worlds? If it is that Stef is some awesome little Mary-Sue, why would there have been so many ultimate outcomes where she’s pushing up daises?
Also, where does your idea that there are books 1-9 coming? At most, I’ve named 7 main-story books, and that’s the first arc…and I don’t know myself what order stuff is happening in during the second arc, or hell, even what stories are going to be included.
1) Mirrorfall – you know what this one’s about >_>
2) Mirrorheart – ditto
3) Mirrorshades – Russia, Grigori, and Curt backstory
3.5) The Grey Edge – all about Mags, her mother and her screwed up family
4) Mirrorcrash – ALIENS! WHOO!
5) Mirrorshards – Merlin
6) Mirrorworld – lots of stuff going wrong
The prefix of “mirror” doesn’t actually always indicate the plot is mirror-centric, it just makes things nice and uniform, and keeps to a theme. (Like…Mags-centric stuff will be colour-related or bird-related cause that’s her gig).
You don’t know everything! There is no way to disprove my theories…
…her die/actually killed her in so many of the parallel worlds?
Well, duh… How else is the mirror going to get Death to “help” Ryan for that choice?
If it is that Stef is some awesome little Mary-Sue
Hey, don’t put words in my mouth! Stef isn’t Mary-Sue PERIOD.
Also, where does your idea that there are books 1-9 coming?
Let me answer that with your own words:
…and I don’t know myself what order stuff is happening in during the second arc, or hell, even what stories are going to be included.
There you go…
Besides, stories tell themselves through the authors, it isn’t you that is controlling the story, the story is controlling you…
I’m just saying that you gotta watch out for the mirror, it has an agenda of it’s own and you should be aware of it…
You don’t know everything! There is no way to disprove my theories…
Butbut…I know who’s going to die, who’s going to sleep with who, who sparkles and when- Let’s just say I know everything, and if I don’t know it yet, it isn’t known.
Hey, don’t put words in my mouth! Stef isn’t Mary-Sue PERIOD.
Follow my logic for a moment…her family is rich (and British!), she’s a hacker, she has a SUPASPESCHFUL backstory, she has scarring (which I had someone argue was the ulitmate sign of a Sue the other day), she has not one, but two dream professions (secret agent, er, recruit, yanno what I mean, and hacker), and now she’s magical! …kinda sounds like a Sue to me.
Besides, stories tell themselves through the authors, it isn’t you that is controlling the story, the story is controlling you…
I will concede to you on this point.
I’m just saying that you gotta watch out for the mirror, it has an agenda of it’s own and you should be aware of it…
*shrug*
…, it isn’t known.
Except by the mirror and it’s father, of course.
And stop teasing with pseudo-info, it makes us hungry!
…kinda sounds like a Sue to me.
Nay!
I will concede to you
Squee!
And stop teasing with pseudo-info, it makes us hungry!
So ask the right questions! 😛