"I have suffered with that demon for too long." she said as she 
reached into the closet, pulling out a trunk.  Her eyes glowed with holy 
green fire as she removed three articles from the chest.

[Elsa Bibat]  
Oooohh ! Neon Green ! My favorite color !

A black leather jacket.  A rush of pride shot through her as she saw 
that it still held together.  She wasn't very good at making things back 
then.

[Elsa Bibat]  
This is starting to get weird.... 

A pair of dark sunglasses.  Just the right shade to completely hide her 
eyes.

[Elsa Bibat]  
Uhhhmmm....

And finally, the scariest item of all.  A katana with a black laquered 
sheath, and completely black hilt.  The woman drew the blade, and was 
pleased to see that white licks of Holy Flame still danced around the 
matte black sword.

[Elsa Bibat]  
Aaacckkk !!!!

She shrugged her jacket on, and covered her eyes with the glasses.  
Gripping the sword by the scabbard, the woman stood.

"Bell-chan?  Where are you going?"  Keiichi asked as he watched his 
girlfriend walk out of the temple.

Belldandy's eyes glowed behind the shades.  "Going to see an old 
friend."

	(Oh! My Goddess!/In Nomine x-over)

[Elsa Bibat]  
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!
You gotta do this ! Or anyone else out there for that matter. 
I'd do it but I'm already way too mired in my own fics. 
  

[Elsa Bibat]  
' Writers are the torchbearers of civilization. We're set in a corner only we
can illuminate.Some of us are searchlights, able to cast a beam into the 
far reaches of the human soul.Some of us are candles , barely able to 
sustain a glow against the darkness. Nevertheless the words I write 
are important, because light is additive. Another's light  doesn't diminish
 my own. Our lights together make us stronger.'   
                   - (After much paraphrasing and reaaranging) Roger Martin  

' There is no such thing as fiction. There is no such thing as imagination.
Everthing's friggin' real.Everything's also one hell of an illusion. What that 
mean's ,my dear reader, is that you, me , the chair you're sitting on,
the chair I'm sitting on, are participants in one of the biggest fucking lies
in the history of Time: Reality' 
                      - Elsa Bibat, 'The Reality Manifesto'