Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Fri, 14 Feb 2003 18:02:23 -0500 Django Wexler <dwexler@andrew.cmu.edu>
wrote:
"Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the
black flag, and begin slitting throats."
H. L. Mencken
I imagine that applies to women on occasion as well. Robyn seems to
have reached that point and Mary may be close. I am wondering a bit
at this point whether Robyn really understands how her creations are
being used though.
"You're lucky this isn't real, {demon : Demon}."
Robyn stepped forward until she was almost face to face with
him. "God *damn* it, Ayre. What did you do with that thing I made?"
So she wasn't aware. The next question is whether she will be allowed
to bow out now. I'm pretty sure the answer is no.
"*What did you expect?*" Ayre snarled. "You may not realize
this, but this isn't some fucking game for us. There's no reset,
there's no continue -- if we don't get it right, we are all going to
die. This isn't one of your twinkly little {girl's : girls'} shows. We're
fighting people who want power and are willing to destroy my entire race
to get it. Do you think they worry about civilian casualties? They'd
waste you people for fun if they could get away with it." He leaned
progressively closer as he spoke, until his face was just inches from
hers. Robyn swallowed.
Robyn is being surprisingly accepting of Ayre's explanations. It's
almost like she's forgotten about Mary's collection of 'toys'.
"Nah. We both know it'd take more than some guy with a rifle to
kill you."
Born to be hanged I guess.
"Sumi's a little bruised, but she's still sleeping it off. That
demon friend of yours seemed a little rattled, though. She's around
here somewhere. And frankly I think Lia's getting suspicious."
I thought Aku was a demon too. He might have a different name for
what Kei is.
"Didn't you want me to become dictator of the world?"
"You gotta time it right. After destroying half the town is
*not* a good time."
Nice exchange.
Kei closed her eyes, thought back, and tried to remember. [It
has to be sometime in the last few weeks. Since I got back from
fighting Mary the first{: time}, when Tsuiren walked us into a trap.] But, she
felt, there had to be signs before that. Something.
[I had it. I had the chance in my hands, to end the war and get
home {scott-free : scot-free}.]
She tried to recreate her thought processes and ran up against
some disturbing blanks. [I considered it, and then I looked at her, and
then...nothing. ]
That's very interesting considering that Ayre remembers his entire
existance ("Two thousand three hundred twelve years, three hundred
days, eleven hours, ten minutes, fourteen seconds.").
"You'll always be okay?"
"Yup."
"Really?"
Mary squeezed her sister's shoulders. "Yup."
Her nose is out the window and halfway across the street by now.